S.I.G.I.S.
4rd Guild of Savorus, Hashkar 123
Slaadi Hits Sigil!SIGIL In what has been described by observers (Axarax the Hardhead Augur, to drop names) as “nothing short of unpredictable”, the Slaadi Chaos Tromp took a turn for the blinds this week. Following the assault of Tradegate and having them suddendly disappeared,, the population of the Great Bazaar was stunned and horrified when a horde of mixed-coloured slaad from a disguise and jumped to disrupt the market! One mimir seller was caught completely unawares as some four dozen green slaad trampled his market stall flat and bit off his leg! Several mimirs exploded violently, showering terrified shoppers with shards of hot metal, and creating a cacophonous noise as all their bits of chant were released into the air at once. The slaad seemed to enjoy the sound, and several of them spent some minutes chasing rolling mimirs and stamping on them. Another vegetable stall was completely stripped of all inedible goods, which were consumed by the ravenous frog fiends. Curiously they did not touch any of the more palatable (to anyone but a tiefling) produce. Jumping out of the way in the nick of time, the stall holder later told me "Seems the sodding things don’t like Mechanus apples or Acheronian legumes. Lucky me."
If enough panic had been caused already, this was nothing compared with the terror that ensued after a fireball burned down a local store front of Fell the Exiled Dabu. In a panic, they thought to have attacked a Dabu in good standing and their hysterical cries of "the Lady of Pain is coming!" and "Run before She Mazes the Lot of Us!" rang out, and shoppers and slaad alike scattered in all directions. However, the estimated two hundred and fifty slaad that escaped the fray will surely be more than a match for the Harmonium, and it is likely they will serve as a destabilizing factor on the Cage. We shall wait and see if the Lady makes a rare appearance. An inordinate number of the frog-fiends have also been reportedly seem swimming in the Ethereal Plane. My sources are, however, Xill, and therefore not to be trusted too far. Whether this is a bunch of slaad who got themselves hipped when a portal shifted, or if they’re an intentional offshoot of the whatever has caused their sudden chaos campaign, is currently unknown.
Rest assured this culler will do her level best to be in two places at once and bring you the latest chant! --Laxuli Phae
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SIGIL Oi, you bashers and sods, gather 'round and hear this jink – Sigil's got itself a pandemonium parade, and the Cant's bringin' you the scoop! Picture this: the Hall of Records, that ol' hive of knowledge, got itself a right shakedown by none other than the Revolutionary League against the Fated! Ye heard me right – the faction fiends pulled a fast one on the city's iconic lore den while their heads were spinning from the Chasomen the other day.
In the dark of night, it was a hullabaloo to make even the loudest barmy Prime's head spin. Blades clanging, spells crackling – it was a right proper fracas, that's for sure. They swarmed the Hall like a pack of barmies on a first-timer, making off with who-knows-what kind of scrolls and scribbles. slipped through Sigil’s defenses like smoke through a keyhole. Harmonium guards were left scratching their noggins and clutching at their truncheons, as these factioneers danced through their fingers like shadows in the Lower Ward. And before anyone could say “Prime’s got a wobbly,” the factions vanished into the night, leaving nothing but echoes and questions in their wake.
But here's the chant, cutters – the real kicker ain’t just what they took, but the storm they've stirred up. The streets of Sigil are buzzing with whispers, and folks are speculating harder than a fiend gambler on the Abyssal Plane. Who's the brains behind this faction fracas? How deep does this skulduggery go? Sigil's balance of powers has been spun like a top, and you can bet your last jinx that this cutter will be there to catch every twist.
Stay tuned, keep your ears pricked, and watch for more– 'cause the jig ain't over yet! --Lyra Thornshade
Civic Court Restoration Unites Diverse Factions
SIGIL In an unprecedented turn of events, Sigil's diverse factions joined forces to restore order and functionality to the Civic Court, the epicenter of legal affairs in the city, after a tumultuous Xaositect prank left the area in a state of bewilderment. As dawn broke over the City of Doors, the Civic Court found itself ensnared in a complex and bewildering prank orchestrated by the notorious Xaositects. The square, traditionally a hub of legal proceedings, had been transformed into a dizzying carnival of bizarre and illogical alterations. Gravity seemed capricious, and banners danced with anarchic glee.
Amidst the chaos, a most unexpected labor force emerged to aid in the restoration efforts – a group of goblins, led by the enterprising Ikkit, who runs an up-and-coming junker guild. Known for their resourcefulness and ingenuity, the goblins quickly established themselves as a crucial asset, their clever solutions and tireless efforts proving invaluable in the face of the bewildering Xaositect alterations. This collective endeavor saw members from a diverse array of factions, including Sensates, The Dead, and even a Bleaker. Their combined efforts unraveled the Xaositect prank's intricate web, one bizarre element at a time. The Civic Court, from a scene of perplexity, began to reflect the harmonious convergence of distinct ideologies.
With each alteration undone, the Civic Court grew more orderly, reflecting the joint determination of Sigil's inhabitants before its opening for business. Factions that might have been adversaries under different circumstances found common ground in their shared commitment to restoring the heart of the city's legal proceedings.
As the last vestige of chaos dissipated, the Civic Court stood revitalized, a testament to the resilience and unity that Sigil's inhabitants were capable of. This unexpected collaboration showcased the potential for cooperation even in the face of the most bewildering challenges, leaving an indelible mark on the city's collective memory. As citizens returned to their daily routines, they carried with them not only a sense of accomplishment but also a renewed appreciation for the strength of diverse perspectives coming together. The Civic Court, once ensnared in absurdity, now stood as a symbol of the remarkable achievements possible when Sigil's factions, and even an unexpected goblin-led labor force, set aside their differences and united for a common purpose. --Vox Glimmerturn