Planar
Seedy
Squalid prices
The Marrow Ledger
the black-market bar folded in a god's ribs
You duck beneath a rib the size of a watchtower and into the cramped shadow between cartilage folds. The air smells of cured blood, old incense, and something sweetly metallic — coin turned to copper in heat. A low constellation of lanterns made from hollowed teeth casts jittering light across stalls carved from vertebrae; the crowd is a foul collage of planar oddities: debtors with ghost-silk cloaks, a hag selling bottled echoes, and a pair of blink-demons arguing over a plate. Conversations are spoken in clipped sigils and barter clicks; the barkeep eyes new faces with a ledger always at hand.
A cracked iron rib hoop hung with a ledger bound in dried sinew; the ledger's pages are stabbed through with a tarnished bone pin. The leather is moth-eaten and a smear of old ichor darkens the lower corner. No words, only a tally of tiny symbols on the first page.
Graxil Dohr
half-fiend (cambion)
Manner
Quirk
Stats
Ledger's Shiver
5 spA foul amber concoction of tooth-liqueur, a drop of ink from a ledger page, and a sliver of bone; it sharpens memory for precisely one hour — you recall exact faces and bargains but also hear a faint chorus of creditors calling your true name.
Squalid (5e lifestyle: about 1 sp a day)
Moth-Knuckle · barmaid
A thin, moth-winged humanoid who flits between tables, delivering ale and whispered deals with equal eagerness.
Krenth · bouncer
A boiled-hide exilescent with a permanent scowl, he collects unpaid tabs the way others collect tips.
Rook of Tenfold
A grizzled planar thief who claims to have a key to the Tessik Vault and is looking for muscle to pry it open.
Nim the Binder
A bargain-scarred binder who is trying to sell a bottled whisper from the Sundered Cartilage Gate.
Old Hesh
A retired cult courier who mutters about 'Gorren the Atlas' — a corpse-cartographer who mapped paths through dying gods.
1
Rook of Tenfold says the Tessik Vault beneath the god's sternum holds planar passports that let you cross a godfold without a guide.
2
Nim the Binder claims someone bargained for the Sirenbone Ledger in the smuggling cavern and the ledger's owner, 'Vessun the Quiet,' keeps a bone-key hidden in an ossified hummingbird.
3
Old Hesh mutters that Gorren the Atlas drew a map on the inside of a dead god's eyelid; those who find the eyelid can walk paths no cartographer should know.
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