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Message: <blockquote data-quote="I'm A Banana" data-source="post: 1434481" data-attributes="member: 2067">The Outsider's InThe first thing Kla'zir'tho noticed about Sigil was the smog. He coughed roughly and violently as he stepped out of the portal and onto the slick cobblestones, supporting himself with the edge of a disheveled-looking building.....a free slave....Kla'zir stumbled slightly, trying to get a clear breath, and largely failing. He heaved, and stepped forward, and looked up from the ground.He was at an intersection, emerging from an alley onto a busy main throughfare. It was high afternoon here, and the Market Ward was crowded with tents and awnings hawking every type of ware one could think of, and several that almost no one would want to think of. The brazen sale of drugs, sex, and temptation screamed at his austeric's sense of decency, as the soot screamed into his lungs. The ruckus was unbearable, so he quickly turned from it, ducking under a door, into a small bar. The air was worse in here, but it smelled of something more than soot -- a spicy, hot aroma that saturated his yellow-green skin, made him pull back his lips and bear his fangs.As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, sliding from darkvision into his normal sight, Kla'zir saw that he was ignored. Another traveler amongst the crowd, no one was looking at him now. He was just another githzerai in brown robes, only worth the value he can provide to others.Taking a coin out of his pocket and setting it on the bar, he ordered water. The bartender gave him a cup, filled it with a rust-red fluid, and bade him drink. It didn't taste like water.The patrons were shadowy in the smoky light, each lost in their drink, as the smoke seperated them from the prying eyes of their peers. It was silent, save for the click of class, and the low voices of the serving girls talking in the corner. To Kla'zir's mind, they were all debating the nature of servitude...he had spent six days wandering Limbo, and now he was here, in the City of Doors, to seek his fortune or to puzzle out the riddle, whichever came first.The bartender slapped thirteen pieces of copper down on the countertop, and barked "change." Kla'zir slid them into his pocket, and wished he could...to change, to become different...it would be the only way he'd survive apart from his pattern...He downed the rusty fluid, and turned to leave, throwing his cloak over his back, and his hood over his eyes. As he passed by the door, he felt a tingle, heard a distant woosh, and his un-shoed foot felt grass, not stone.He blinked in the sudden light. It was high noon here, too...but verdant...no longer did Sigil's leering architecture stare at him...now, the looming branches of gigantic pines were the culprits. He was standing in a clearing, and could see a blue sky above, dappled with white-and-gray clouds that trekked silently accross, pushed by the gentle breeze. In front of him was a collection of tents, basking in the sunlight. Kla'zir'tho gawked at them, and at the beings in front of them -- swarthy humans, adorned with animal furs. They gaped at him, two males, in awe..."He...hello?" he tried"You just walked out of thin air..." they said, reaching for their weapons...</blockquote>

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