Sigil: City of Doors

Entry 1

So, I picked up this book thing at the Bazaar. Got it cheap off one of them Indep sods. Had this idea, that I'd write down this stuff. You know, so I don't forget. And maybe if I get some skirt to plop out a wee-sod or two the git might read it one day. Learn a thing or two.

Oh yea, my first day of duty. Learned my rounds in the prison. Some good lessons to.
Prisoner acts up, beat 'em. Prisoner starts smilin' beat 'em. Prisoner cries, beat 'em. Talks, beat 'em. Etc. Pretty simple stuff.

But what made me want to write in this raggy-bit was a particular prisoner I saw. Some thief, tiefling skirt. Probably a greenskirt on the side, she reeks of eggs and bad fish. Anyway, berk was beggin' and sobbin' about her child or some shite. Kept askin' to see him, or get letters or whatever. So, Gavin, fellow newblood like myself got it in his head to listen to her. Sympathize and shite. Well, I wasn't gonna let that happen. Y'see, that kinda slaad shite is for people, not criminals. Criminals, lawbreakers, berks, whatever ya call 'em, they ain't people. Not like you and me.

Moment they chose to piss on someone else's life was the moment they gave up their own. they're just meat waiting for the rope, with a whipping or two in between. So, this bein' what it is, me 'n Gavin got into a bit of a tussle. Think the scrawny half-elf lost a tooth in the process. But, this damned woman starts hootin' and hollerin' and making all sorts of ruckus afterward.

So what do I do? The Lady-Damned proper thing to do. I get my whip, flogged her bloody. Filthy sod was out cold when I left, silent as a Dabus. And Lady flay me if I don't admit to feeling some satisfaction.

Hells, first day on the job, and I already done the Cage a favor. Whippin' some sense into a bloody animal. S'pity she didn't resist, coulda got her for assaultin' a ?mercykiller. Keep the bitch off the cobbles for a good few years longer. Ah well, she'll act up eventually, they all do. It's in their blood. S'why criminals ain't people like you and me.

They're all rusted in the brainbox.

Entry 2

So, been a couple weeks since I wrote. Just wasn't much to write about. Pretty routine after awhile. Added some extra groin 'n leg padding, and a thicker cod-plate after takin' that cook to the jewels a few days ago. Hopefully the thing won't dent again.
Spent my pay at some bar in the bazaar. Some barmy git, Khazeet asked me to steal a few bottles from his rival. Fockin' idiot.

Met some folk at this Foul Spirits Inn place. Had a fine ol' time 'till that ragged skirt, Kalina, started yippin' at the sour fellow, Legault. Two of 'em got into it mid conversation with Nolan and I.

Side note, Nolan ain't a bad sod.

Anywho, after their bit o' yammerin' Nolan tried to ask 'em to cut the argument short, sod was right when he figured it was innapropriate bar conversin' whilst with acquaintances. Blondie took offense to that, had it in her head she was givin' us a show or some shite. Might be a bubber, got a taste for the hard stuff. Anywho, after informin' everyone present that we weren't her type she stormed off, with a Tiefer and Legault not far behind.

Once the bad air was gone, Nolan and I had a fine 'nuff bit of conversin'. Few drinks, smoke or two, and after drinkin' myself to a fine spot of mellowness I had me a nice lay down in one o' them beds upstairs.

Ain't nothin' better after a bit of toil than a good drink, bit of talk, and a comfy chair. Or bed.

Oh and I got a "to-do" list. Gotta buy me a new whip, and a new sod-beater. Last one splintered. Think I should go fer iron this time.

Entry 3
Haven't wrote in awhile. Been too busy. S'pose I better get to it then.
The friendly "recruit" hazing bit has passed now. And I swear. I've never been more frustrated. Day by day there's a constant stream of new meat for the cells. But still, it's not enough is it? No matter what you do, they always get out. Someone greases a palm, or someone is dubbed innocent. Slaad shit I say. It's infuriating.

Why do we need the Harmonium? What the hell is the point of even arresting a berk if all that's gonna happen is he gets out the next day, the next month, the next year?
There is no point. duck the Harmonium. duck the Guvner's. It's because of them that shit is the way it is.

Chaos is slowly eroding eroding Sigil. It's Lady-Damned unstoppable when you have these lighthearted berk's running things. Due process be damned. chaos has to be fought with an iron clad fist. Not shackles and parchment. You must punish the criminal the moment he steps out of line. Chaos, Criminals, they need to Fear Order. They need to be overcome with terror at the very prospect of breaking the law.

That's the only way good folk will have a chance at life.
The day when they can walk the streets without worry.
The day the common pick-pocket fears for his life.
The day murderers and rapists one and all hang by the neck.

Order ain't about harmony.
It ain't about paperwork.
It's just what it is.
Order.