The story of the Night Hag
Grizzella and Rimant-Vide, the amnesiac mimir.
won't you come with me Grizzella, going where the Styx
does take us. I was a sad and lonely skull, till your
caring claws did find me.
a dirge in the dark of the night, call to the daemons
dancing, Lady of Pain may you flay to your delight but
leave me to my Grizzella."
Rimant-Vide, my trusty mimir? Yes, my tasties, he's much more
than your average mimir. Like most things on the Planes, things
are not all that they seem.
He was 'created'
a century ago, when some Prime cutter named Molin McCabre took
a trip down the Styx seeking his way to Baator, carrying his
trusty mimir at his side. Then his cross-trading guide, some
Yugoloth no doubt, peeled him and gave him the laugh. The Prime
cutter disappeared with a splash into the dark river of forgotten
memories...but the story doesn't end there.
happened. Yes, strange even for the Planes, my tasties... Somehow
the mixture of the yugoloth's magic, the Styx, and this leatherheaded
Prime's ideas caused his personality to be exchanged with the
mimir he carried at his side!
The mimir's magical
nature protected his memories, and the river fouled his mind
with hundreds of others... Now the poor sod doesn't know which
memories are his, and which are some other berks. It makes me
cackle it does!
Rimant-Vide is the
opposite of the Nameless One! Where one knows nothing of his
past (unless you've lanned him some chant) the other knows so
much, he doesn't know which memories are really his! What a
pair they'd make!
Why do I call him
Rimant-Vide? Well, he calls himself that. Means "Rhyming
void" in his Prime world's tongue, says he. And it fits.
He's an empty skull that I fill with my Styx water, and he pours
out his chant that he finds, distilling it from those dark waters...The
only disturbing thing is the barmy little skull only talks in
rhyme and song...
River Styx has many tricks, and swallowing memories
is only one. Through the Lower Planes you may go, riding
on its flow, but pay your boatman well or you'll soon
Where do I come in
you ask? Well my tasties, I'm so glad you asked! Yes, I was
harvesting larva, that's souls of the damned to you clueless
primes, in the Gray Waste (Hades, if you please, you leatherheads!)
when I came across him. He was sitting on the banks of the Styx
rattling his bone-box to apparently no one, spewing all sorts
of addle-coved chant.
Then I saw the nasty
crack in the back of his skull, and saw the Styx water a splashing
around in his bone-box. Seems like he could distill the memories
and thoughts from the waters themselves!
After tumbling to
this, I was quick to set up shop in Sigil. And that's where
you berks, uh, I mean Gentle Customers, have found us.
Now it seems you're
really interested in the Nameless One, and you're not the first,
so I'll see what kind of chant we have on him...
Oh, yes, here's the
stuff. Let me pour this pitcher of Styx water into Rimant's
brain box here...ah here's the Darks,
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