'As I fell from the walls of Shra'kt'lor, know that my self was broken. My blade was mist, my mind divided. I was adrift upon Limbo's seas, and I wished to drown.'

'Kiedy wypadłem poza mury Shra'kt'lor, wiedziałem, że me wnętrze zostało rozdarte. Ostrze me było mgłą, umysł był rozproszony. Dryfowałem pośród morza Limbo i chciałem utonąć.'

'Know that I have walked your path many times.'

'Wiedz, że kroczyłem twoją ścieżką wiele razy.'

The Nameless One tried, and failed. Now his life depends on the one friend he made.

Taking from where the game has ended from Fall-from-Grace's POV. I may keep it as a standalone story or I may develop it into exploring the dynamics between the Tanar'Ri and the tiefling with *maybe*, eventually, Grace-Annah. Theirs can not be your standard romance pairing though, and maybe that is what makes it so interesting to explore.

So here's the first couple of chapters of a potential Torment novelisation. Why did I write it, when the game is basically a novel anyway? NO IDEA. But hey, it's one of the only Planescape stories on FanFiction, when there should be many more.

Time she has, does clever, lonely Ravel. A glimmering glance inside Ravel's twisting, turning mind.

Fanfik na podstawie wspaniałej gry.

Pregame. The Nameless One meets an old ally for the first time all over again.