Sigil - Heroes' Feast Flavors of the Multiverse

Sigil. Having barely escaped Chahd's cruelty in RAVENLOFT, and with the help of Tyr's holy servant, our heroes fling themselves through secret portals and magical gateways of the multiversal planescape into SIGIL, the fabled CITY OF DOORS! Treason. Doors, and more doors. But the final door, fearful reader, has been finally unbolted to the darkest basement in a goblin's heart. On yesternight, Bri'An, fresh from his miracle, plucked Dint from the ruined spelljammer, and piously unburdened a (surprising) meal of gemstone treasures into Dint's greedy gullet. Sparked to life did Dint angrily, and with shaking fist, coughed indignities meant to soil our honor! And then HE RAN! "AFTER HIM!" I cried! And would'st thou be shocked to learn that Dint KNEW PRECISELY how to flee the mist-shrouded lands where Chahd's treason and Dint's betrayal make spouse, wedded in unholy union against us. But now, through many portals of smoke and magic and strange hidden doors, we hath apprehended he! Seized Dint, our tormentor! It is now under the topsies and turvies of the strangest city, in a dank morgue cellar, that Dint awaits justice, strapped thusly in a chair by iron rings in this cold forgotten vault. Here, the flames of treason burn dimly, and for the last time, in the glassy lenses of Dint's mocking helmet. Squirladax has lost it. He's currently...fighting a mop, tugging at its moppy hairs! I have powdered with flour Squirladax's mop-wig. He now has the countenance of a distinguished minister of a house of justice. We now defer to the traditions of the legal system! Followed by execution of Dint. Obviously. ON THIS DAY, YEAR OF TYR'S JUDGMENT, TODAY, THE TRIAL OF DINT THE BETRAYER, MASTER OF TREASON, SHALL NOW BEGIN. WE WILL COMMENCE BY REMOVING THE BRONZE PLATEMAIL OF THE BETRAYER SO THAT A PURIFYING FLAMBEAU MAY BE APPLIED TO HIS SOOTED TONGUE TO BURN THE LIES FROM OUT HIS MOUTH! IN TYR'S NAME! I delighted at the prospect of whispering Dint's soul to the Nine Hells, but now I...