Kelleris
Explorer
I ought to get you to write down all these, for possible pilfering. All my knowledge of cant comes from Planescape: Torment.
Keys: [sblock] You rack your brains for anything that might help make sense of the situation - or prepare you for whatever dangers this place offers. Unfortunately, you don't come up with much. You do recall seeing little chapels like the one before you in other run-down areas of town, but you don't know what the significance is. You also recognize the old woman's song, badly whistled though it is. The "Services Rendered" sign could mean anything, though the business is likely the kind that relies on established customers. Possibly something black market, with a front shop. Or maybe a brothel or an unlicensed fortune-teller.
Your sweep of the street doesn't reveal much else, other than that the place is unsually clean for such a ramshackle street - no rats, no squatters, no refuse-piles. Focusing on the landmark spike, you can read a few of the larger graffiti, though. Most are the usual rubbish, proclaiming the love of two people you're fairly sure you don't care a bit about, or cursing the local boss. Others are seemingly nonsensical, jumbles of overlapping letters written by someone with dubious skills at the writing of Common: "OGV(something like a crude lightning bolt or jagged bit of material)BYIR" or "nahwod?nyt" Some of the very largest ones are carefully-drawn and slightly luminescent sigils of some kind - you have no recollection of anything similar, but you're not really a mage, are you? [/sblock]
Keys: [sblock] You rack your brains for anything that might help make sense of the situation - or prepare you for whatever dangers this place offers. Unfortunately, you don't come up with much. You do recall seeing little chapels like the one before you in other run-down areas of town, but you don't know what the significance is. You also recognize the old woman's song, badly whistled though it is. The "Services Rendered" sign could mean anything, though the business is likely the kind that relies on established customers. Possibly something black market, with a front shop. Or maybe a brothel or an unlicensed fortune-teller.
Your sweep of the street doesn't reveal much else, other than that the place is unsually clean for such a ramshackle street - no rats, no squatters, no refuse-piles. Focusing on the landmark spike, you can read a few of the larger graffiti, though. Most are the usual rubbish, proclaiming the love of two people you're fairly sure you don't care a bit about, or cursing the local boss. Others are seemingly nonsensical, jumbles of overlapping letters written by someone with dubious skills at the writing of Common: "OGV(something like a crude lightning bolt or jagged bit of material)BYIR" or "nahwod?nyt" Some of the very largest ones are carefully-drawn and slightly luminescent sigils of some kind - you have no recollection of anything similar, but you're not really a mage, are you? [/sblock]