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Get the Factions mimir.netbook
here!
Philosophy ain't
Just a Fact of Life...
...it's
a Way of Life, in Sigil for starters, and even
more so in the rest of the Outer Planes. The Factions are
a group of fifteen organised philosophies (though some'd
dispute even that) based in Sigil. That's really the only
requirement to being a faction: a representation in the
Cage. There haven't always been fifteen; long ago there
were many more, only the Lady of Pain didn't seem to like
it that way. Since her decree, no cutters've dared barge
their philosophy into Sigil and exceed the number, though
the Lady never specified her objection was permanent.
Recently, it looks like it might be all-change
anyway: it's common chant that the Ring-Givers have their
eyes on the Greatest Ring of All...Sigil.
The
factions ain't static, carved-in-stone things. They're
living, breathing, emotional creatures. Yeah, even the
Fraternity of Order! Recent big news and new facets of
the factions are also described here, be they prominent
members, plots, groups or threats to factioneers. There's
also chant to help a prime tumble to the dark of the Way
Things Are in the cut-and-thrust world of planar
philosophy...
Sixteen
Secrets
A tiefling
lullaby by Chris Nichols
Who in Sigil runs
the show? Sixteen secrets that we know...
Anarchists
love fire and blade,
They pull down those who've got it made.
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Athar
spit in the preacher's eye,
While false powers bleed and die.
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Bleakers
laugh and go insane,
There's no point and life is pain.
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Ciphers
act on whim and hunch,
Weird and mystic are that bunch.
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Dustmen're
nought but cold hard death,
Life is so much wasted breath.
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Fated
count the jinx they make,
Never give if you can take.
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Godsmen
tumble end o'er end,
Seeking always to ascend.
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Guvners
order realms of dreams,
Making rules and counting beans.
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Hardheads
are an ordered lot,
March left, march right, no time for
thought.
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Indeps
are a motley crew,
Bloods and berks and shouters too.
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Red
Death saw your
dirty deed,
They'll make you pay until you bleed.
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Sensates
reach to feel it all,
True bloods stand, while bubbers fall.
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Signers
think we're in their head,
But we'll remain when they're all dead.
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Sinkers
revel in decay,
By entropy we'll pass away.
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Xaosmen
embrace discord,
Random chaos is their
word.*
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Sigil's guarded by She
Who Flays,
The
Lady rules, now and
always.
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[*
Alternatively, "Bow-wow you puce wombat running Bob
fence."]
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Sectual
Education
The
most recent musings on the multitude of Sects of the
planes, their stories, details on their membership and
the current intrigues raging out of town. You can also
learn of the lesser-known sects, and also groups of
fringe philosophers which may amuse you...
Philosophy
By Numbers
You
might have seen those "painting by numbers" teachers,
who'll show a budding artist how to do hue, tone and
shadow by numbering colours and writing the right number
in the right place. Well, that works for philosophy too.
This is a set of factioneers' musings on their own
beliefs, which you can use as these numbers. When you
read something that causes a stirring deep down inside --
a revelation of your own personal truth, perhaps -- then
you've more than likely discovered the faction for
you.
If
none of 'em do that, you're either a terminal clueless,
or a true visionary. Go find your own belief, whatever it
may be!
The
Visionaries
Every
world has its thinkers and its dreamers, only for most,
passive contemplation is as far as they ever get. In the
Outer Planes, where belief's often more concrete than
reality, these visionaries are the next generation of
leaders, the prodigies of philosophy. It's their insight
which greases the gears of the factions and inspires the
masses to believe.
These
are their stories...
There are Plenty of
Planescape Books with Faction Chant
Already...
Depending on what sort of
chant you're after, you might be able to find it in one
of the Planescape handbooks:
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