<strong>Name:</strong>Alzeggra<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Public Sensoriums, Civic Festhall, Sigil<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Mid-Morning<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>It Begins with a Body<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d1/Alzeggra.jpg)</div></div><br/>Alzeggra was a frequent visitor to Sensates' headquarters.  Although they did not have the unmatched libraries of lore of the Fraternal Order, the memories, thoughts, and feelings of millions of entities across the Planes was one of the most valuable forms of knowledge.  As a devotee of Fharlanghn and scout-for-hire, the dark elf made an honest, if dangerous, living exploring the vast reaches of the planes for interested patrons.  A wealthy patron petitioned her help for finding a secret passage to the Phantom Plane, an Abyssal layer which has been closed off from outside travel by its lord for centuries.  Many interested parties tried finding ways to sneak into the layer, with little success, but this did not deter her in the least.<br/><br/>The familiar face of Talren greeted Alzeggra with a smile.  The aasimar had light features and an aura about him which made him appear more lively and colorful.  "It's good to see you, Alz.  Are you here for business or pleasure?"<br/><br/>"I'm here for the Abyss," Alzeggra said.  "Particularly regarding its danger."<br/><br/>"An interesting request," Talren said as he put his hand to his chin.  "Might I ask why?"<br/><br/>"I need to remind myself of what's to come."<br/><br/>"We should have a room reserved for you."<br/><br/>Alzeggra walked inside the chamber and grasped the smooth recorder stone by its sides.  She spent a lengthy bout of time in a singular chamber, absorbing the twisted thoughts and desires of beings made of Chaos and Evil.  Hatred, domination, centuries of scheming, and all manner of sadistic selfishness flew past her like so many leaves upon the wind.  It helped to remind herself of the many dangers to come as an explorer in the Planes.  She was not a masochist by any means, but the memories of pain helped teach her what was at stake should she fail.<br/><br/>Suddenly a scream brought her out of her trance.  It was not part of the memories, for she found herself back in the chamber.  The cry came from the same floor, not far from her location.  Alzeggra immediately sprung to her feet and to the source of the disturbance, short sword in hand.  A single body lay on the floor beyond the doorway.  The drow clutched her holy symbol and uttered a prayer, yet the conjured healing spell failed to rouse her.  She was dead.<br/><br/>"Alzeggra, was that you?!" Talren exclaimed.  He gave a jump backwards when he saw the corpse.  "What happened here?!"<br/><br/>"I don't know," Alezeggra said.  She noticed that her body was not far from the recording stone, and her arms were splayed out as though she was touching it before her untimely demise.  "I don't see any wounds.  I'd hazard a guess that she was mentally assaulted.<br/><br/>Talren began to cast a divination spell, but Alzeggra grabbed his hands, preventing the motions for its completion.  "If the spell which killed her is still active, it might affect you as well.  I'd hazard a guess, but the recording stone might be trapped."<br/><br/>Talren shook his head.  "How did this happen?  Why?"<br/><br/>"I don't know," Alzeggra said.  "Sensations can be powerful, but they're never lethal.  This looks like a murder, if I ever saw one."