There are few people in New York City with more bravado and courage than the graffiti artists. They risk life and limb to leave their mark upon overpasses, building ledges, and other inaccessible spots. You see a colorful scrawl on an elevated train trellis, and you wonder at the fact that anyone was brave (or stupid) enough to crawl out there, suspended in mid-air, to practice their art. However, below ground, these efforts are even more impressive. Below ground, there is the Taggers Guild. The guild is made up of graffiti artists who, in their search for new places to tag, found themselves delving deeper and deeper into the Underworld. Eventually, this Guild became a fixture of Underworld society, offering their services as scouts. After all, if they were going to explore the deepest regions of the Underworld anyway, why not get something out of it besides a new place to mark?
The Taggers are the explorers of new frontiers, and the markers of the way. They mark the paths with signs that only other Taggers can read, thereby insuring their usefulness as a Guild. Their sigils tell of what landmarks to expect, what pitfalls to avoid, what monsters lurk, and which Domain claims jurisdiction. Any expedition into dangerous territory usually brings a Tagger along, to read the signs, or to make new ones. Those that don’t, don’t often return.