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Message: <blockquote data-quote="OneCrappy DM" data-source="post: 9816930" data-attributes="member: 7033788">Mr Black"Look Cutter," The fiend snaps slightly irritated, "before there were Tieflings I wouldn't have offered ya the chant if you tried to doughty up my cobber." You step out onto a main thoroughfare the roads here wind along the inside curve of the impossible cylinder. The street arcs gently above and below you, the horizon folding inward on itself. As you stroll along, the pulse of the city reveals itself. Tavern light glows in the murk, rowdy shouts echoing from open doorways. Three places catch your eye in particular:The Crooked SwordA hovel clinging to the edge of Ragpicker’s Square, where the stink of refuse and desperation hangs thick. Its warped sign an actual bent sword nailed above the doorway creaks whenever the smog-winds shift. Drunks and down on their luck people slump against the walls, passing bottles and rumors in equal measure. From the alley, some thugs jeer “Catch a skeg at dat lemon!” one cackles, pointing at some poor soul who dared look up from his scavenging. Everywhere you glance, hollow eyes stare back, wary, hungry, measuring.The Butcher’s BlockThis tavern is a made of rusted iron plates, formed in jagged angles. The door looks like it could snap shut and cleave someone in half if they weren’t quick enough. Crimson stained gutters run beneath the windows, though whether the color is symbolic or literal is anyone’s guess. Groups of thugs linger outside, watching passersby with predatory amusement. A few crack their knuckles in unison as you approach, then snicker when you wisely keep walking.The Black Sail InnJust as loud as the other two, this place vibrates with energy. Clashing with the shouts and laughter of travelers, mercenaries, and plane touched folk crowding the doorway. A massive scrap metal sign shaped like a tattered sail hangs overhead, swaying dangerously. Outside, a dozen rough looking types lounge with their gear scarred sellswords, elemental blooded wanderers, and a few creatures whose forms shift just slightly when you blink.It looks as if, despite the appearance of the denizens, this is an underbelly similar to ones found in the Free City of Greyhawk. It comes down to a decision of which Inn best suits your needs; are you out of cards to play? needing a favor from another guild? or looking for adventure?</blockquote>

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