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Message: <blockquote data-quote="The803" data-source="post: 1978726" data-attributes="member: 23183">The elf in red leather disappears into the city without a second glance as the three of you crowd into the line down the stairs.  Tselze plunks the shell she's holding on Andarin's wee head and then puts him on her shoulders and carries him into the line.A song, Andy, give us another song!  She clasps a hand around both his ankles, swaying a little, but giving him enough support to play his instrument with both hands.  With the bub no longer flowing and the line growing longer by the second, Andarin's music helps quiet the crowd.The githzerai are excellent managers of chaos, and there's no charge at either end of the spiral stair.  The portal at the bottom opens into a vast dark space.  Sunflies (a sort of celestial dragonfly) sing playfully through the orange-red mist, and the ground is soft underfoot.  The crowd from Sigil is milling about in confusion, and the air is close and heavy with spicy odors.  The portal itself shambles through the crowd, depositing partiers from Sigil as it moves along.It takes a moment to get your bearings, but you suddenly recognize the portal as Gibbous; it has his same clumsy-puppy walk, and the nethling is nowhere to be seen.  The fog is thickest near the portal, and as it moves off, the mist thins and parts and the air is fresh once more.  You are standing in a great spherical space, buzzing and whirring with sunflies, and also with larger dragonfly-like beings that seem to be inspecting the crowd with great interest.  One of them hovers above you momentarily.Welcome, seeds of Sigil...There is no light in the darkness other than the sunflies, and you gradually discern that you are standing on the inside surface of a huge, squishy sphere, and that above you floats another sphere, visible only by the distant sunflies disappearing behind it.  Gravity's pull is away from the center, but as your eyes adjust, you see another ambling portal surrounded by the same orange-red mist on the surface of the interior ball, depositing people for whom gravity pulls towards the center of the smaller central sphere.  The distance between the spheres' surfaces is not more than 50 feet, and voices, clearly those of cagers from similar parties elsewhere in Sigil, begin echoing back and forth between the inner sphere and the outer.  The outer sphere's diameter is about a hundred yards, and it is apparent that the floor beneath your feet is somewhat flexible, being very much like the tissues of the nethling that deposited you here.Tselze's voice echos the growing concern in the crowd calling up (from their perspective) to you from above (from yours); What is this place?  Where are we?  Those who claim to have been to the World Serpent before are as puzzled as anyone.A voice from a large dragonfly answers Tselze as it hovers to address you all.  Fear not.  You are within what is to be an egg of the World Serpent.More gas-shrouded nethling-portals begin popping up on both surfaces, leaving trails of unwitting passengers and slowly increasing the density of the orange-red gas within the space between two sphere surfaces.  As the clouds thin into fog, the gas takes on a luminous quality, and you feel a clear-headed euphoria as it passes in and out of your lungs.</blockquote>

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