The sodden streets of the hive have obviously seen better days, the scum of the planes fighting for survival in possibly the most derelict district of Sigil. But to one this is a haven of cant, information that others dare give. Cant is that bodies have started appearing, strung up with skin torn from their muscle, innards removed, for what purpose, few know. Others say that people have been discovered, mad as one can get, dragged to the asylum after some grizzy encounter. Each say the same now however..."Faith, belief? Had that once..", but the remains are always ramblings of some ominous nature.
What can be said, however, is that something stirs through the city of doors, something long forgotten and reawakened after so long, few have any memories of the first time this happened. Those who do know started fleeing from the areas where bodies have been discovered, where the manmen have chattered dark secrets.
What can be said about the origins of these events is this: "Some man, I say man, seemed like a creature te' me, started asking questions, payin' off others fe'r cant and where's this landed us? Knee deep in blood. Not even the 'ard 'eads can find the source o' this...chills me te' the bone an' that' sayin' summut considerin I lived 'ere all me' life"
So, the moral of this little tale is this: If you happen to find a body, speak with a rambling madman or recieve the offer of a wealth of jink, keep walking and do not look back for only a few know what's unfolding.
The Hollow
