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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Shoel Sweeny" data-source="post: 2896404" data-attributes="member: 40608">Mei-Ying, Sigil: Clerks Ward, Hall of SpeakersSigil is everything you've heard, and far more then you've expected.  All around you even at this late hour of the night men, women, and creatures from every concievable dream argue and hagle at the very air around them.  Here a Firre eladrin holds his hands two feet apart as shadows and light dance in the air between his palms, a string of residents around him making corrections, cheers, and or disagreements as his air thin voice illustrates his new thoughts on the origion of art.  Less then ten feet away two vrocks armed with stilletoes jump, lunge, and dodge twoards and away from each other; snarling and yipping the vulture demons begin to tremble as the spores buried deep inside their tainted hides begin to uproot.  Three philosophers , one of them a Secundi Modron, the other two Sodkillers, prattle on about the tanarri's play dance, discussing the finer points of conflict in the grand scheme of progression of self and society.  North of that and almost perched on the lower podium of Sigils great Tionia statue sits a small gnome squinting behind specatcles and handing out tracts, further inspection proves them to be descriptions of a class held in a yet to be named demiplane, expounding on the uses of seduction and addiction in the arts of torture.  A hundred other sights of academia and it's practice fill the Hall of Speakers as knowledge, prayers, and blasphemies are raised and silenced moments apart.  Above it all a woman in a garment that seems made from human faces calls out for individuals to "have the floor"  as each one is pointed out their voice becomes suddenly and almost unbearably loud.  Groups of youngsters dressed in a motley assortment of culture-crossing garmets run too and fro between the sources of these amplified voices, excitedly taking notes in chalk, in tatoo ink on themselvesl and their fellows, and some even with pen and paper.   Stuck in a state somewhere between horror and awe you're not even allowed to catch a breath as would be philosophers of all stripes attempt to pass around you, over you, and through you.   It is in fact a testament to your own grace that you're able to see the off balance Buleza demon and dodge out of it's way before it falls into your path.  The fact passes right over the Buleza's head as it begins to stand and passerbys give way between those near the demon and those not.  The tanarri's breath is warm and fetid in the smoky air of The Cage.  You, no not you, not you, You!  The fiend's sparse and mangy hair raises on it's heckles as it twists it's gaunt and muscular arm to it's back to tretrieve a massvie ranseur.  You would cause me to stumble in this pavement, you want so much to see a road sloshed with blood?  I will show you then!  The crowd whoops and hollars as the Buleza arcs his ranseur over his head and jams it, now red stained, into the back of the academic just to your left.  The fiend gives a grunt of satisfaction as the human falls, turning ninety degrees to cut down another of it's imagined transgressors, this time a goldenhaired spirit-folk that would've held high esteem in the Courts of Shayesta back home on Arcadia.  You watch in horror as the aasimar falls to it's knee's under the tanarri's blow. hey leatherhead, this isnt' the kind of place you wanna stick around on your first day in the City, C'mon before you wind up like that poor berkA hand grabs your arm and urges you back into the circular push of bodies and away from the carnage.  The portion of the crowd oppisite to you gives way for what seems like armed and armored officers of the peace as the buleza takes out it's grievances on all it can reach.  In the chaos you can't tell who is leading you on, but you have less then moments to decide if you follow or stay to see what develops.Ronthias and Halidon, Outlands, Sigil: Clerks WardThe flame pit flares brightly before throwing you down beside hindquarters of the Triona statue.  The former official faction headquarters of the Transcendant Order stands huge and statueseque as ever only twelve blocks down, and luckily enough you've seemed to arrive at an hour befitting foot travel, as almost empty as the Cage's roads seem to be.  The sounds of a large commotion temporarily draw your focus, screams and curses filter through the courtyards of the Hall of Speakers and into Sigils night air.    Looking closer at the Great Gymnasium though, you can clearly see a single purpel light burning between the black marble windows in the smoke and haze of what passes for Sigils sky, someone is burning a welcome light in a terrace window of the former faction hall of the Transcendant Order.[sblock]Magnus, Saelya, and Aki in the next post, out of time for now[/sblock]</blockquote>

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