THE LORDS OF THE EIGHT, OR A LITERARY CRITIQUE OF FIENDISH CODEX II
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...
This is a collection of sensations hand selected from the vaults of the Society of Sensation. They reflect a variety of lives and experiences that will enrich any who would choose to consider them.
And without further delay:
According to the lies they tell when bubbed, the Seven Stars gained
possession of Stray Manor from the Lady herself. Obviously they were
addlepated during that ruckus months back, they all have the
overconvinced glare of the barmy about them. What ruckus? The one where
some bubbers and clueless swore they saw an actual Power in Sigil, when
it was actually just some vicious arcane storms. Everybody knows Powers
cannot enter The Cage, especially third rate Powers like Vecna...
-Silvar the Bowseller, Market Ward
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
These magical items, which range in power from minor trinkets to powerful artifacts, are usable only by members of the Geometer prestige class from Complete Arcane. In your own game you may wish to make them available to Guvners, or other classes as appropriate.
These updates are my own personal attempts to update the 2nd ed. Planescape Adventures to 3.5 ed. Some feats, skills, or rules are borrowed from the Planescape 3.5 ed. Project at www.planewalker.com, and some creature stats are taken from the PSMC 3.5.
A single fly screeching cannot be heard. But billions of billions of them, each a traitor born of the same betrayal, is a cacophony. Memories are harmless so long as the feeling of the past is barred.
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The ecstasy nearly throws him off his mount. A beautifully scented twist in the spacial folds, a delicious contradiction within the orders of infinity. Why had he not felt this before? He is always smiling, but this time there is truth to it. He turned his bronze mount with a tap of his scythe. He must, after so long, speak with his sister.