Sigil: The City of Doors

Cyprian glares at Gizby but marches off and away from the Mortuary leading the mad procession in his wake. Once the damned revelers are well enough away he'll drop the pipes and chase off the little miscreants.

Once the situation is resolved he'll turn to Gizby, "You're not a gnome, you're a polymorphed Troll! Also those were the same little shits that caused chaos over at the Sensate headquarters earlier."

Gizby waggles his fingers and says the magic words and from the ground a skeleton hand breaks earth and scratches its way to the surface. "Dance with me!" Gizby loops arms with the skeleton and begins to dance around with the skeleton, jamming out to Cyprian's ruckus tune. While dancing, Gizby also casts Find Familiar and during the dance, seemingly out of nowhere, a skeletal, putrid owl soars through the crowd to land on the shoulder of Cyprian. "Oh Charon, we praise the death that waits for us all!"

The truth was Cyprian was on his way home irritated after having failed to track down those saboteurs earlier. He feared that this was Sensate retaliation and fell in behind Gizby. "Yes..." he said to the irritated looking novices and other Dustmen. "... this is but a celebration of True Death. Join us!" He pulls his bagpipe around and starts playing a merry Jigue. Then he looks to Gizby to do something to drive off the revelers.

[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K-Op1Mng4oY] Suck it Xaos! This is how the Dusties Jam!![/url]

Gizby had invited Cyprian over, which was like pulling teeth, and not even for profit, to give him a tour of the Mortuary. He was hoping to enlighten him on the knowledge of his own deadness, but that would have to wait for another day. They had just arrived outside the stone walls of the Mortuary when they saw the chaos that was unfolding. A crowd of Dustmen gathered around Gizby and Cyprian as they watched on wide eyed as they saw, [i]was that the Society of Sensation?[/i] They were dancing through the streets, singing and dancing. Spraying graphitti nonsense and toppling carts.

Gizby slowly began to chuckle, slow and low at first, building in a crescendo of laughter. His whole body convulsing with glee. "Look! These troubadours are dancing and celebrating undeath! Just like my friend here, the Dhampir bard. If only they knew how close they were to the truth." Gizby spoke through broken laughter and finally calmed himself enough to parade himself in front of the Dustmen and across from the revilers, "We are already dead," he shouted with his arms out while twirling in a circle. Gizby spasmed into more laughter.

[url=https://orokos.com/roll/986784]Funny, innit?[/url]DC15: [u]1d20k1+9[/u] [b][color=#40FF00]19[/color][/b]