Sigil: The City of Doors

Taking a break from admiring her tattoos, Thad comments, "'Tis an interesting language indeed. I'd be fascinated to know how you go about learning something like that."

"It's odd, actually." He thought about the battle for a moment. "I don't think I heard any of them speak until Fell appeared."

"It's Slaadi, you can't control [i]anything[/i] they do. Okay, well, you [b]can[/b], but it's likely you had the chance to knock one out and perform some minor surgery. Anyways, have you heard their language before? It's actually quite unique. It's an essence of Limbo, very chaotic in their sounds. " She starts sputtering out some random sounds like you heard before the other day from the frog-like beings. "They're actually so stubborn, they tend to refuse to learn any other language. Except Xanxost. Really friendly Slaad, if you ever get the chance to meat him. Still, thanks for doing that. Lots of people are alive because of you, which, hey, that's a good thing. So no sighing, life is chaos, and you just got to adapt to it how you can."

She waves her hands and shouts out loud. "Hey Fell, you got some customers. You finish setting up yet?"

"We tried to contain the damage yesterday, but the slaadi didn't hold back." he sighed as he entered.

"Well, no reason two things can't be done at the same time." She motions to her human frame and smiles. "This is all his handiwork, actually, and him and I go way back. He even helped me write my first bestseller translating the Dabu language. Wouldn't have my house if it weren't for him. So, as far as I'm concerned, he's welcome here anytime."

She shakes her head and motions for you all to enter. The place fairly large, as to accomidate the being's frame. It is also surprisingly clean and organized, with tons of bookshelves filled with titles in a multitude of languages. "Stubborn fool was content working and living out of a shack in the Hive too after it happened. I almost had to wrap around him and drag his Dabu butt into this place, but I finally got it to sink in he needs to let his friends help him when things are looking down."

"Whisper, of the Free League." he responded, shaking the satyr's hand as the door opened. He quickly turned his attention to the woman. "I could probably use some practice with my Celestial, but I was also curious about Fell."

[quote=Flession post_id=5495 time=1692138434 user_id=48]
snip
[/quote]

"Good Peak to you. I was unaware of a discussion on Celestials, but I may take you up on that if it's not too late to slip in.

I actually came here seeking Mister Fell. Word on the street was you were kind 'nough to host him here after what happened yesterday."

The door begins to slowly as a large figure comes to greet you. She's got the head, torso, and arms of a human female, but from the waist down sports the scaled body of a 20- foot-long serpent. Her snake-half's ringed with thick bands of burgundy, black, and green. Broad, powerful wings rise from the middle of her narrow back, their long feathers speckled with the same three colors that stripe her lower body. Jeweled hoops and bracelets hang from her arms and ears, as she holds a spear close by on her back in a easy-to-reach location. Her long black hair falls in scores of thin braids, each finished on the end with tied cloth. The upper half is free of clothing, but every last inch of her human skin is covered just the same: Over-lapping tattoos of lillendi totem masks blanket her face, wrap 'round her neck and arms, and cloak her torso in a pale, muted tapestry of blank stares.

[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/Vvp6ovx.png[/img][/center]

The creature smiles at the two of you and looks you over. "Oh, welcome. You're a bit early for the discussion on Celestial. Or, perhaps you are here to purchase one of my books?"

"Ah, you were in the skirmish yesterday. I would've helped out, but I was... preoccupied when that all happened" A sly grin come across his face when he mentions this.

"If you think it's important what they said, have you tried stopping by the Festhall. We might be able to pull out some memories, enhance the experience of what you heard so it could be translated. I'm Thaddeus, Factotum of the Society of Sensation by the way." He extends his hand along with his introduction.

"I've been thinking about some ink for a long time." he answered. "But, if I could remember what the slaadi were saying yesterday, I might ask for a translation."