35 years ago I became a sensate. My parents both decided to join as it seemed most suited to their personal search for fulfillment. The three of us left the Eladrin enclave in the hive and moved closer to the Festhall. I gradually became involved with Sensate affairs and wished to join. I spent my formative years searching for five appropriate sense memories so I could become a true sensate. My parents left me to my own devices as they began their journeys across the planes to gain more experiences.

This also meant I had the family home to myself which was perhaps more independence than I was ready for. Our home became a party spot for young sensates and the next five years were a blur of intoxicants, music and orgies.

Finally, I pulled myself out, deciding I needed to focus a little bit if I wanted to experience more in life (I experienced quite a bit during that period but many of the experiences were pretty much the same.

I had a few of my sense memories already and it wasn't long before I had all of them. So far I had:

Smell: at some point during one of the parties, we dared Jubo, a fat Death Slaad, to eat all sorts of generally inedible things and filled him with every variety of intoxicant we could find. One of the Tieflings actually brought a cornucopia of fried fleshes from one of the Charnel houses. I know there was some lemure, human, orc, and a little bit of Balor, beyond that none of us knew what Jobu was served.

Jobu claimed it was impossible to make a Slaad nauseous. We proved him wrong. The resulting vomit was like nothing any of us had ever experienced. Since it was my house the others let me submit that horrific smell as one of my sense memories.

Sight: The sight again at one of the parties (and luckily I was the only one sober enough to hold on to the memory) happened during an orgy. I had stepped out of the miasma and just watched for a bit. What I saw was amazing. A young tiefling male was surrounded by several other guys...[Ed. note: Censored for our delicate readers.] There was a dwarf, a human, an elf, a guardinal and a BARIAUR! That's 5 appendages! [Ed note: More censorship. Use your imagination.] AMAZING! I still don't recall the exact mechanics of it, though I remember his legs were behind his head.

Sound: I picked this one up at the same time as the smell. That sound will haunt me for the rest of my days. My advice to you is Never make a Slaad nauseous!

It was also during those days that I met my love and lover Khalla Darkwater. A young Tiefling sensate, she was always a little farther along the path than I. She had begun as a mage and later came to the sensates. So I started learning the ways of magic with her.

Together we had many adventures in and around Sigil. I learned much with her and from her. While I was with her I was able to become a true sensate and mastered the basic tenets of wizardry. we discovered as well that having some knowledge as a fighter was necessary for getting around Sigl safely. Magic in itself was not enough.

My last two sense memories were as follows:

Taste: I used the first time I, hmmm, drank from the Cinnabar grotto with Khalla. It had the taste of other girls mixed with the ash and brimstone of the Tieflings. Truly heaven and hell all in one flavor.

Touch: Once Khalla and I happened to be at the scene of a massive clash between the Xaositects and the Guvnors. It was supposed to be a peaceful gathering of the two groups. It didn't turn out that way. Among other things the Xaositects had brought a Marraenoloth and an arcanoloth with them. Well, push came to shove and a chaotic battle raged.

At some point a spell exploded the arcanoloth and as fate would have it, his still beating heart rolled over to where we stood. I picked it up and held the warm organ for a few moments as it slowly stopped beating. An amazing sensation feeling the life flow out of a Yugoloth's heart!

Anyway, the last year or two Khalla and i had been spending more time apart to seek new experiences but we still saw each other fairly often and we were still great friends and lovers.

Then all of a sudden she up and disappeared. What with the strange Bleaker activity and the less than helpful attitude of my sensate friends I decided to seek her out myself. Unfortunately there wasn't much I could do with my current lack of funds and support so I decided to find some adventurous wanderers, make some money and hopefully convince my new friends to help me find and rescue Khalla. The Dirty Frog had a sensate owner, a distant relative of Jobu to boot, so there I headed.