CanadienneBacon said:
The effigy blew backward in shock, opting to blench out of sight behind Eurid. When both the dustman and the satyr appeared bemused, however, the effigy ventured twenty feet upward and hovered above the others. Gots ta see where dey at, who dey is. Lordy! Dat 'lil girl, she FIERCE. Hunh. The effigy considered. An idea formed. And the shadow of a smile crinkled. Follow 'em, mebbe. See who dey is, where dey go. An' den we waits, waits 'til nighty-night dey go.
The Hive looks no better from Picayune's new higher vantage. The streets spill out in seemingly random directions, widening hugely before abruptly dead-ending, cul de sac-ing, and turning back on themselves. Mountainous junk piles push up against the backs of baroque, meandering tenement buildings.
Everywhere the same curved blade motif is repeated. It matches the shoulder plates on the red-armoured guard. A seemingly purposeless minaret, far too thin for even one person to fit inside, seems to serve only to support a giant crescent moon, roughly four times as wide as the tower upon which it stood, made of warped and welded armour and bent swords, twisted metal sculpted into a grotesquely grinning man-in-the-moon face, pierced by a hundred broken sword hilts.
It rose out of the haze of Sigil, unnoticed by the people below. Hell, you probably couldn't even make it out from street level.
It had to be huge. A man-shaped figure in a kind of bright green draping kimono and a strange, curly turban hovered near the apparition, beating at it with a tiny hammer. Orange sparks flew from between the gaps on the inside of the thing, spitting over the corners of the moon's grinning, snaggletoothed mouth.
goatunit said:
The paladin clears his throat, sympathy for these lost souls coming over him.
"Alright, alright," he announces. Perhaps even the wizard and woman can hear him. "Huddle up, you berks. These displays are liable to get us all mazed."
The devil, still sprawled in the gutter with the contents of the upturned bottle of gutrot oozing around him, gives a snort of laughter, but props himself up on one elbow, listening intently as the paladin of the Dead begins to speak. Charity in the Hive was too rare to ignore.