“ We have no past and you have no future." one of the numerous philosophies of the Revolutionary League     Second Clerk's Day of Mortis, 126 HR Krystall strolled through the Market Ward, and the air pulsated with the energy of the countless cultures and creatures that rubbed shoulders in the planar metropolis of Sigil. Before her stretched the ring-shaped silhouette of the city, an endless loop arching over the heads of the inhabitants, finally meeting itself again. Around her, the streets were still bustling with activity even as the Last Light fell. On a street corner, a gnome in a colorful cloak haggled with an earth genasi vendor for a bottle of shimmering liquid, while an aasimar with bright golden hair strolled gracefully past them. Some quadrones approached Krystall, their mechanical joints clacking in rhythm, and a group of tiefling children darted through the crowd, apparently playing tag. Above them, a beholder floated by, keeping an eye on the...