Sigil: The City of Doors

"You're welcome?" the little one says, tilting his head, unsure of exactly what it told the metal man.

"Might one day. Torch's is a little snore at times, yeah? Lots of berks 'round there to check in." He shrugs, "Maybe."

Ore nods "That tells me much young one. Thank you "

Ore pockets the coin into the bag. "If you ever tire of watching the cast offs of others throwing themselves to do a god's bidding and ask " why not me? " then stop and visit the Great Foundry"

The little one opens his mouth to speak, then pauses, raising a finger to his lips in contemplation, "Huh, that's new. Thought I did but I forgot?"

At a second glance, you guess the coin is some sort of holy symbol though you don't recognize any of the imagery on it as belonging to any particular god you're familiar with.

(Sorry, meant to include that last bit in the previous post as it was part of your roll; slipped my mind, I guess.)

The Mighty Tarrasque wrote: ↑

Wed Aug 09, 2023 3:16 am

The little horned one looks at coin as you remove it, "Huh. Neat."

"Do you know what this is child?" Ore asks without inflection. He might be able to find out for himself, but the child's response would be interesting to contend with.

(Any check to figure out what it is?)

The coin - if one could call it that - is definitely too large to be a piece used in currency; a quick glance makes it to be about twice the size of the gold coins most commonly used in Sigil and clearly far heavier. One side is completely blank, the symbol that once graced it worn away with age; the other bears the vague outline of something that resembles a fountain surrounded by nine stars though it too is faded with age.

The little horned one looks at coin as you remove it, "Huh. Neat."

Ore rummages with his Smith's tools to extract the coin and place it in his Bag of Holding.

The body, half buried in muck, was once a vrock. A cross of a vulture and a humanoid, the creature reeks of death - of course, the warforged can't smell it. The young being next to the warforged, though, wrinkled his nose. Poking around in the body, it's very clear that something intelligent created the form these beings wear, a vicious mockery of other humanoid beings. Everything you find inside has a very clear purpose, though some organs beging to disintegrate as you poke your way past them.

But as you continue your work, you find a single golden coin buried inside the creature's offal. At a quick glance, it's hard to tell exactly where it originates from - but it seems to be a little too large to be currency.

Religion check: 1d20+5 15

[Either or; up to you - each will get different responses here.]

[Religion or Arcana to get something interesting?]