“ She may be a poxy doxy, but she's the only town for me.” refrain to “Plague-Mort's my Lady” by Blind Lemon Dulmaster, tiefling performer   Second Lower Day of Mortis, 126 HR A week after the meeting in his new apartment, Naghûl met with Lereia, Sgillin, Jana, and Kiyoshi at the Barracks. Ironically – or perhaps it was the Lady's bizarre sense of humor – there was a portal in the Harmonium headquarters leading to the immediate vicinity of Plague-Mort. This had the advantage that no one outside their factions would be able to observe where they were going, be it Shemeshka or anyone else. They had, of course, prepared for their journey into the Abyss in accordance with their last meeting. Naghûl, who would take on the role of leader of the supposed mercenary troop, had opted for a dark battle robe with red appliqués, adorned with silver spikes and hellish runes. He wore pointed metal caps on his curved horns, a cloak made from the fur of an Abyssal beast, and...