Worple Lemon leads the group back out the great arches that border the Lady's Ward to the Market Ward. Skirting the perimeter of the open market to dodge the crowds, the group ends up in the Guildhall Ward. The Guildhall Ward is considerably more quiet than the other wards. This is the home of skilled artisans and their workhouses. The Guilds, once the most powerful and influential force in Sigil, have declined in power over the past centuries. The remaining guilds no longer remain a political force, they now exist only to serve those artisans in small ways.
Clymestria:(Exhausted after a day of browsing shopping haggling and the rest, Clymestria walks with her head high, the very image of a Priestess wild eyed but assured, heading to a headquarters, a strategic luxury she's been operating without for to long. Scanning the buildings as she walks past, not knowing the script but recognising the symbols of craftsmen, but sees not the spinner, weaver, or potter represented.)
To call the house run-down would be an understatement. What was once the fence is now only posts, the tiles that made up the small courtyard are mostly broken, the roof sags and has holes in it.
Brilligh: [Her eyes wander over the dilapidated structure, it's rundown appearance appealing to her instantly] Well, it would appear you sods finally did something right
Clymestria: (Crosses her arms in front of her, jaw set, hip out she looks from Lemon, to Ids Ke, to Saru, to Git. Each gets the space of a blink, and at Git, with a smile playing across his face, the slightest shake of her head.)
Worple Lemon: We found this place today. It's perfect. The floating people with pictures on their heads wanted to destroy this building so we bought it.
Tag Chi' Git: I bought it. The deed is in my name, so you all can pike it if you have a problem with that.
Brilligh: [A mellow hiss slithers across to Tag Chi' Git] So, this is the kip where we'll be leaving your corpse when we depart Sigil then? Git, there's something you should get, and you better tumble to it with a quickness: Berk, you are, at best, tolerated in this party, see? The only reason you had two greens to rub together is the simple fact we've kept you alive long enough to spend 'em.[She takes a step closer to him, spreading her wings wider, and pointing a bony finger under his nose.]Wise up, shut up, and mind your place in the food chain, or mark this, and mark it in stone: I will slice you open, suck your entrails out with a silver straw, sew your hands & feet together, and use your rusting corpse as a sodding purse. You got the dark of that chant, you rusted sod?[Stepping back, she folds her wings in, and glances at the rest of the party, seeming to all but ignore his presence.] Now, let's get inside off the blasted streets & see what repairs are needed within. Peter & I have much preparations to make, the last thing I need is water dripping on my tomes.Clem, Peter, I need your ears when we have a moment.
Clymestria:(Exhausted after a day of browsing shopping haggling and the rest, Clymestria walks with her head high, the very image of a Priestess wild eyed but assured, heading to a headquarters, a strategic luxury she's been operating without for to long. Scanning the buildings as she walks past, not knowing the script but recognising the symbols of craftsmen, but sees not the spinner, weaver, or potter represented.)
To call the house run-down would be an understatement. What was once the fence is now only posts, the tiles that made up the small courtyard are mostly broken, the roof sags and has holes in it.
Brilligh: [Her eyes wander over the dilapidated structure, it's rundown appearance appealing to her instantly] Well, it would appear you sods finally did something right
Clymestria: (Crosses her arms in front of her, jaw set, hip out she looks from Lemon, to Ids Ke, to Saru, to Git. Each gets the space of a blink, and at Git, with a smile playing across his face, the slightest shake of her head.)
Worple Lemon: We found this place today. It's perfect. The floating people with pictures on their heads wanted to destroy this building so we bought it.
Tag Chi' Git: I bought it. The deed is in my name, so you all can pike it if you have a problem with that.
Brilligh: [A mellow hiss slithers across to Tag Chi' Git] So, this is the kip where we'll be leaving your corpse when we depart Sigil then? Git, there's something you should get, and you better tumble to it with a quickness: Berk, you are, at best, tolerated in this party, see? The only reason you had two greens to rub together is the simple fact we've kept you alive long enough to spend 'em.[She takes a step closer to him, spreading her wings wider, and pointing a bony finger under his nose.]Wise up, shut up, and mind your place in the food chain, or mark this, and mark it in stone: I will slice you open, suck your entrails out with a silver straw, sew your hands & feet together, and use your rusting corpse as a sodding purse. You got the dark of that chant, you rusted sod?[Stepping back, she folds her wings in, and glances at the rest of the party, seeming to all but ignore his presence.] Now, let's get inside off the blasted streets & see what repairs are needed within. Peter & I have much preparations to make, the last thing I need is water dripping on my tomes.Clem, Peter, I need your ears when we have a moment.
Peter: (Looks at Tag Chi Git and whispers in his ear) Don't mind her she's on her menstrual cycle. (looks at Brilligh shrugs his shoulders and whispers) you put him in his place rather well. I think I will sleep next to Git to keep an eye on him. I will watch him very very closely.
Clymestria: (Hides her face in the crook of her elbow, blinking away the laughter in her throat)
Worple Lemon: errr.. yes, I was three gold short of the final price.
Clymestria: Is she sound? Or is sister Snatch going to bring the place down when she rolls over?(A skeptical look on her face, she takes long purposeful steps, lightly as she can, her arms crossed again, and her feet coming high off the ground) Well, she's an ugly beast, but she was well built. (Clymestria reaches out and pats the corner of the hovel, a hollow *thunk* runs through the beam, some slight rattles, and the tinkle of grime and debris falling from within. Her face winces waiting for the disaster to strike, but seconds later she relaxes her face) Yes, i suppose that "good work" is the appropriate phrase. (Heads inside, lugging her days purchases on a heaving arm through the front door.) What's to be the arrangements?
The house is built lengthwise and is two stories tall. The second story is half the size of the first and occupies the left side of the house. The windows are boarded and the door rests off it's hinges against the wall near the door frame.
Worple Lemon: Well... the upstairs has pigeons roosting there. We had to pry the door open because 'twas boarded shut. But I know something ye don't about this house. Ye don't know and Git knoweth not as well. [there is an excited look in his eyes as he fidgets unable to keep the secret he's been trying to hide] THERE'S A SECRET ROOM DOWNSTAIRS! HEHEHE [whispering] and it belongs to me. Git doesn't know he only bought the upstairs.
Clymestria: (Hides her face in the crook of her elbow, blinking away the laughter in her throat)
Worple Lemon: errr.. yes, I was three gold short of the final price.
Clymestria: Is she sound? Or is sister Snatch going to bring the place down when she rolls over?(A skeptical look on her face, she takes long purposeful steps, lightly as she can, her arms crossed again, and her feet coming high off the ground) Well, she's an ugly beast, but she was well built. (Clymestria reaches out and pats the corner of the hovel, a hollow *thunk* runs through the beam, some slight rattles, and the tinkle of grime and debris falling from within. Her face winces waiting for the disaster to strike, but seconds later she relaxes her face) Yes, i suppose that "good work" is the appropriate phrase. (Heads inside, lugging her days purchases on a heaving arm through the front door.) What's to be the arrangements?
The house is built lengthwise and is two stories tall. The second story is half the size of the first and occupies the left side of the house. The windows are boarded and the door rests off it's hinges against the wall near the door frame.
Worple Lemon: Well... the upstairs has pigeons roosting there. We had to pry the door open because 'twas boarded shut. But I know something ye don't about this house. Ye don't know and Git knoweth not as well. [there is an excited look in his eyes as he fidgets unable to keep the secret he's been trying to hide] THERE'S A SECRET ROOM DOWNSTAIRS! HEHEHE [whispering] and it belongs to me. Git doesn't know he only bought the upstairs.
The inside is as bad as the outside. The whitewashed walls are brown and cracked, exposing the wood slats beneath. Bird shit stains the wood beams that are exposed by holes in the roof. The entrance is large and welcoming there is a hallway leading left and right. To the right is a large room. A small tree is growing in this room beneath one of these holes in the 'living room', a very rare sight, the sapling is nearly 6 ft tall. Another door leads to a dilapidated kitchen.
The hallway to the left leads to an empty square room with boarded up windows and a broken sliding door to another room, possibly a bedroom. This room looks like someone lived in it. There is a nightstand in the room with an old lamp on top. The wood on the floor looks well used.
In between the two rooms, in the hallway, is a stairwell leading landing with doors to two bedrooms. In one room there is an empty dresser in the closet. When you open to door to the second room a large group of executioner ravens have taken roost here. Executioner Ravens are the unusually large ravens that live in Sigil. They have a five foot wing span, gray bodies with black wings and heads. Their name comes from the fact that they hang out by the gallows, guillotine and other places of execution for easy meals. It's said that their unusual size is from feeding on the blood of fiends.There is an elaborate complex nests and about 35 ravens roosting about on the rafters and around the room, they don't move, but just stare at you as you enter.
Tag Chi' Git: We're going to have to find a way to get rid of all these sodding birds. Maybe a lightining bolt will do the trick.
The entrance to the secret room downstairs is under a moldy old throw rug beneath a table with a chair on top. Worple opens the hatch exposing a dark stairwell.
