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A Day in the Life
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Jaimi Bimkz
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Cage Chant

From Factioneers
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Darker Chant

Clerks' Ward

Castles in the Sand
Dair's Mercenaries
Darkwell Court
Golden Confessions
The Grove of Erik
House of Mattados
The Planarium
The Scriptorium
Théatre Broulliard

Guildhall Ward

From Primes to Planewalkers
Michandoco's Maze
La Pax
The Sculptor's Guild
The Sunken Plaza
The Weather Tower
The Zen Garden

Hive Ward

The Behemoth
Deffas' Laboratory
Fallen Angel
Fiend's Salute
The Goblin Quarter
The Happy Medium
The Mangled Leg
Montekkai's Alley
Suicide Alley
The Warehouse

Lady's Ward

The Arched Gardens
The City Zoo
The Godswatch
The Hollow Fountain
The House of Life
Selphi's Enchantment
The Spiral Cathedral
Temple of Celts
Temple of Titans
Underground Canals

Lower Ward

The Calculating Engine
Darthiir's Test Hall
The Fire Pit
The Furnace
House of Mymirs
The Lost Bridge
The Pentacle
Petrified Forest
The Schlacthof
The Scuttle
The Spiral Cathedral
Styx Oarsman
The Theatre of Harmony

Market Ward

Chater's Field
The Drunken Dabus
Jonas' Visions
The Merchant's Scale
The Silver Tongue
Tholin's Machines
Torpedo Room

Brix's Guide to Sigil

The Chanter's Field
Rube Street, Market Ward

The Chanters Field is a rather odd place, always bustling with activity, and noise. Lots, and lots, of noise. Chanter's Field is a large place located in the Market sector of Sigil. It is a long stretch of grass. Oh, wait berk, it ain't actually grass. You see, the stuff that grows there, you don't want to step on it. Cause when you do...

The "grass" is actually a giant colony of sentient plants. And when you step on them, they get a little mad. Wouldn't you? But I think having your feet bitten off isn't a very good response. 'Course, the turf ain't the important part of the Chanter's Field. See, throughout the field are stone paths that connect to plazas. Each plaza has in its centre a small podium.

The factions love this place. You probably heard all them quotes, you know, like, "We're all gods... Some of us just don't know it yet". Guess where those come from? You guessed it cutter. This is the unofficial home of the factions preaching and blabbering.

The fun part is when the peoples get sick of the speaker, and start throwing' their lunches and who knows what-all-else at the chanter. A lot of other junk also finds its way up to the podium. Like black puddings and poisoned thumb tacks. Don't wanna step on one of those either, eh, cutter? Currently, there are a good twenty-or-so plazas and stages. Anyone can talk, but the spaces are usually all taken by some bloods with their heads on wrong.


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