Sigil: The City of Doors

Dossy Street
Population: 6,700
Social Class: Upper class
Character: Small, quiet shops, restaurants and inns in cloistered streets
District Type: Wealthy mercantile
Buildings: Upscale lodgings, wealthy residential, upscale trades , average trades , upscale services, average services, poor services
First Impressions: The surrounding environs of this district are dotted with small shops quaint boutiques, and small inns and taverns. The upper stories of this buildings all bear the markings of large residential apartments and penthouses.

Dossy Street is a small, off-the-beaten path neighborhood of merchant shops, inns, and housing complexes. Largely speaking, it is not notable on a map, however, those cutters in the know can always find something interesting.


Dabus Square
Population: 10,375
Social Class: Upper class
Character: Glamorous shops and upscale tradesmen selling their wares to a busy crowd.
District Type: Wealthy marketplace
Buildings: Upscale lodgings, upscale residences, exotic trades, upscale trades, average trades, upscale services, average services, upscale restaurants, temples
First Impressions: Large, upscale shops and merchants display glittering, glamorous wares to spellbound shoppers. The smells of fine foods and sounds of sweet music fill the air, providing a pleasant and exotic experience.

Dabus Square is a small piece of the Market Ward lifted and replaced in The Lady’s Ward. This is where the rich and powerful of Sigil come
to spend the multitude of gold pieces that they have. Nothing in Dabus Square is cheap – but then again nothing in Dabus Square is of
poor, or even average, quality. When the luminescence fades in Dabus Square, the merchants close up shops and the various restaurants,
theaters, and orchestra halls in the district open, filling the streets with the glitz and glamour of the Cage’s high life.

Fortune's Wheel & Azure Iris Boarding House: Do you feel lucky, berk?

The Singing Fountain: One of Sigil’s largest public fountains, the Singing Fountain is a marvel of architectural and artistic design. The main pool is 100 feet across, and dozens of metal basins tilt into the pool and each other from dozens of feet into the sky. The basins ring with unique musical pitches – in full bloom, it’s as soothing as a celestial choir. But the Fountain is perhaps better known due to the presence of Black Marian, a seer who claims to be able to read the future of any who drink from the fountain’s waters. Given that the fountain’s more common customers are pigeons and other native city wildlife, few take her up on that offer.

Gallandro’s Glamourweaves: This boutique in the middle of Dabus Square is renowned as the pioneering ground of Cager fashion. Run by the half-elf Gallandro, the shop specializes in selling outfits created out of glamourweave, a special material constructed of magic that accentuates outfits and can change colors at the owner’s whim. Gallandro also sells customized shiftweaves, preprogrammed with the most form-fitting and in-style dresses an outfits for the adventurer who wants to look his best.

The Twelve Factols Tavern: Years ago, when the factions were still at their infancy, twelve factols met in the warrens beneath the Cage to plead for the Lady to take the factol of the Expansionist faction out of commission. Their pleadings fell on gracious ears – the factol was mazed just a short days later and the faction died, allowing other factions to grow in its stead. The place where the twelve factols met is now the back room of an underground tavern named after this event. The Twelve Factols tavern is located 88 feet beneath the streets of Sigil, down a flight of stairs off the street. The tavern is frequented by bariaur, einheriar, and other creatures from Ysgard (or just berks who like that particular “drink, smash, and be merry” kind of mentality). Its many storage rooms and tunnels appear to be endless, and many’s the rumor that says there’s an entrance to UnderSigil somewhere among the tunnels. No one’s quite sure, but some groups that are fool enough – or drunk enough – to go into the tunnels have never been heard from again.