Situated deep in a valley on Ice lies a small forest. The trees are like trees you'll find on any Prime tundra, except they're completely encased in ice and covered by snow. A dark sky hangs over the valley, but a faint light, like starlight, descends from the skies to illuminate the forest. The entire place glows like a magical, crystalline forest lit up by a full moon.

Welcome, esteemed readers, to "Queer Sigil" - this primer on the lively, dynamic, alternate face of Sigil. Adventurers used to narrow-minded theocracies and insular, soulless Prime worlds take heed – Sigil will, by its very nature, offer a breadth of experience beyond the realms of your very imagination...still, we're here to talk about more practical matters. Seeking a contact? Looking to unwind? Need a lead into the next dungeon? Sigil's patchwork of life and energy will doubtless throw something up, so follow me, your impeccably-travelled guide, into this portal of the delicious and the sublime...

I hung upon that windswept tree for nine days and nine nights, pierced by my own spear. I stared into the void between and beyond all things, until I spied the runes and seized them up. And howling, I fell.

- Attributed to the Power Odin

Zahlen, the Sea of light, darkness, and void

Even on the Plane of Law, a god can die. However, the thought of crumbling edifices is anethma to the mediators who regulate the plane. However, the lingering power of a god leaves evidence of its passing all the same for even the mediators have limits to their power.