Factol Erin Darkflame Montgomery
Factol of the Sensates
To experience everything is to understand all. – Factol Erin Montgomery
At 33 years of age, Erin Montgomery’s seen and done more than most planars three times her senior. While growing up in the tiny village of Grim’s Head, out on the Outlands in Tir na Og, her family discovered her mind-talent for healing others. At the tender age of 10, she became a novitiate to Diancecht, the Celtic god of healing. By 13 she was a full-fledged priestess, committed to the impartial healing of all injured, friend or foe. And when a Blood War raid ran rampant through Tir na Og a few years later, Montgomery gave her all to help heal the wounded. Unfortunately, she had nothing left to give when the tanar’ri captain Za’rafas and a few of his fellows collapsed before her. Most of the fiends died, but a few made it back to the Abyss to report their woe. As it turned out, Za’rafas was a favorite of a powerful Abyssal Lord, and the fiend blamed Montgomery for the captain’s death. He began to send assassins after her: how she’s eluded them thus far, none will say.
At 17, Montgomery left Tir na Og, hoping to spare her family and friends from any more tanar’ri trouble. For the next decade she wandered almost exclusively from world to world on the Prime Material Plane. (The recounting of Factol Montgomery’s time with the Skylarian Knights disappeared from my files before this volume was assembled. – Ed.) She was still young enough to want to lead a boisterous life – something she’d never been able to do as a priestess back in Tir na Og. So she joined a decadent group called the Pax Imperica, mesmerized by its spectacle, by the ease with which they conducted pleasure and life. She developed an appreciation for fine wines and foods and fostered a growing desire for ever more prurient entertainment.
Cnatha Da’nanin was a slave in the royal court, of which Montgomery was a favored – and frequent – guest. Her jaded eyes liked what she saw: a tall, finely muscled body combining the best features of elf and human parentage. His eyes, which first caught her attention, were a startling green – so much like her own that she thought she saw herself every time she looked at Da’nanin. But the image those eyes reflected back was an ugly one: proud, sadistic, self-serving, and arrogant. Montgomery still had the grace to feel shame each time she looked at Da’nanin, and for awhile she avoided him. Then one day his name was called for the nightly entertainment known as the Spit, a circus of atrocity that the half-elf wasn’t likely to survive.
Though she’d witnessed – and even participated in – the horrors of the Spit many times before, Montgomery had no such desire that night. She secretly freed Da’nanin and used a gate key to jump to Sigil; they’ve been a pair ever since. ‘Course, Montgomery’s need for sensation couldn’t be entirely quelled, only channeled, and she joined the Sensates a year after entering the Cage. She knows that hedonism’s destroyed more than one faction member, and, as factol, she’s tried to steer the Sensates toward more cerebral pursuits, rather than immediate gratification at whatever cost.
Da’nanin joined the faction, too, as Montgomery’s consort; he helped her rapid rise to power and now acts as her right-hand blood. The half-elf‘s interested in all manner of visitors, especially adventurers and travelers from strange lands – even the Clueless are likely to receive a reception from him that’s quite warm by Cager standards.