Re: The Court of King Pig
The alley runs parallel to a main Avenue than turns sharply south. As you head in that direction, your nose begins to pick up the odor of rotting fish. At first it's subtle. This is Korvosa and it is after the riots, so any odor worth it's stench has to compete with the usual smells of garbage, decaying onions, and corpses in the hot sun. But as the alley branches, you are able to follow the fish stench more towards the west. You hear the rush of the river ahead and realize you have come up to the western docks of Old Korvosa.
Sitting at the end of one pier is an old warehouse. A mound of old fish lays like a seige wall along one side of it. One of the warehouses walls is broken down and part of it's rood is charred as if it had been struck by lightning. Here and there are the bodies of what look to be mangled cats, though one of the dead cats has two heads and another has a snake for a tail.
Flying all about the air of the pier are faerie dragons. They wheel in the sunlight, their delicate looking wings forming rainbows as the glide hither and then glide yon. They belch small clouds of pastel colored smoke into the air and then fly out over the city in small groups of three or four. There must be over a hundred of the small winged lizards here.
A group of five detach themselves from the chaos over the warehouse and fly in your direction. They stop just outside of reach and look you over. One, with eyes like emeralds, floats forward a bit from the others. He gives you a rather imperious round of scrutiny and then says, in the deepest voice he can muster, "Why aren't you dead yet?"