The Lady's Edict
Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2022 8:15 pm
Here follows the Lady's Edict, delivered by Factol Tonat Shar in the month of Sacrilegion, 138Ha.
To my loyal Factols, I would like to begin this meeting with a Sigilian classic. You should all know it, I trust; it is named, Sixteen Secrets.
Who in Sigil runs the show? Sixteen secrets that we know…
Athar spit in the preacher's eye, While false powers bleed and die.
Bleakers laugh and go insane, There's no point and life is pain.
Ciphers act on whim and hunch, Weird and mystic are that bunch.
Dustmen're nought but cold hard death, Life is so much wasted breath.
Fated count the jinx they make, Never give if you can take.
Godsmen tumble end o'er end, Seeking always to ascend.
Guvners order realms of dreams, Making rules and counting beans.
Hardheads are an ordered lot, March left, march right, no time for thought.
Indeps are a motley crew, Bloods and berks and shouters too.
Red Death saw your dirty deed, They'll make you pay until you bleed.
Sensates reach to feel it all, True bloods stand, while bubbers fall.
Signers think we're in their head, But we'll remain when they're all dead.
Sinkers revel in decay, By entropy we'll pass away.
Xaosmen embrace discord, Random chaos is their word.*
Sigil's guarded by She Who Flays, The Lady rules, now, and always.
I believe that our song needs updating. Specifically, with the following verse:
“Beggars give all to the ‘verse.
Isn’t charity such a curse?”
You should not be surprised by the fall from favour the Anarchists have found. Let it be heard that, I decree there will be fifteen Factions, indivisible, loyal to me, forever more. They may change in name and function, but fifteen there will always be. I have no need for those that would tear them down, as the need for a check against the Factions acting against me is no more.
You know who you are.
As part of my decree, I formally recognise the works and services rendered unto me and my city by the Factions. Therefore, I decree that each Faction is granted further integration and jurisdiction on the running of the city. My servants, the Dabus, will direct the Factols as to the number and extent of these services in time.
Furthermore, I formally recognise the works and services rendered unto me by the denizens of the Cage, be they of my Factions or no, who go above and beyond to represent and expand Sigilian power out on the Planes on a regular basis, as well as coming to the aid of the city when required, without the need for conscription. These true Sigilians will form the bedrock for the cities expansion beyond its borders. The Factions are my arm with which to steady the city of Sigil from future extra-planar incursions, of which many have come to be over the past decade and more particularly.
The Factions fifteen have exactly one third of the year, from now until Dabusdan and the new cycle, one hundred and twenty one days, to reform as per my instructions. Any Faction that fails to do so will die and be replaced. Any citizen of Sigil that wishes to change allegiance following the reforms of the physical operations and beliefs of the Factions has amnesty to change Factions, while retaining some rank. This is my decree, it is absolute.
To my loyal Factols, I would like to begin this meeting with a Sigilian classic. You should all know it, I trust; it is named, Sixteen Secrets.
Who in Sigil runs the show? Sixteen secrets that we know…
Athar spit in the preacher's eye, While false powers bleed and die.
Bleakers laugh and go insane, There's no point and life is pain.
Ciphers act on whim and hunch, Weird and mystic are that bunch.
Dustmen're nought but cold hard death, Life is so much wasted breath.
Fated count the jinx they make, Never give if you can take.
Godsmen tumble end o'er end, Seeking always to ascend.
Guvners order realms of dreams, Making rules and counting beans.
Hardheads are an ordered lot, March left, march right, no time for thought.
Indeps are a motley crew, Bloods and berks and shouters too.
Red Death saw your dirty deed, They'll make you pay until you bleed.
Sensates reach to feel it all, True bloods stand, while bubbers fall.
Signers think we're in their head, But we'll remain when they're all dead.
Sinkers revel in decay, By entropy we'll pass away.
Xaosmen embrace discord, Random chaos is their word.*
Sigil's guarded by She Who Flays, The Lady rules, now, and always.
I believe that our song needs updating. Specifically, with the following verse:
“Beggars give all to the ‘verse.
Isn’t charity such a curse?”
You should not be surprised by the fall from favour the Anarchists have found. Let it be heard that, I decree there will be fifteen Factions, indivisible, loyal to me, forever more. They may change in name and function, but fifteen there will always be. I have no need for those that would tear them down, as the need for a check against the Factions acting against me is no more.
You know who you are.
As part of my decree, I formally recognise the works and services rendered unto me and my city by the Factions. Therefore, I decree that each Faction is granted further integration and jurisdiction on the running of the city. My servants, the Dabus, will direct the Factols as to the number and extent of these services in time.
Furthermore, I formally recognise the works and services rendered unto me by the denizens of the Cage, be they of my Factions or no, who go above and beyond to represent and expand Sigilian power out on the Planes on a regular basis, as well as coming to the aid of the city when required, without the need for conscription. These true Sigilians will form the bedrock for the cities expansion beyond its borders. The Factions are my arm with which to steady the city of Sigil from future extra-planar incursions, of which many have come to be over the past decade and more particularly.
The Factions fifteen have exactly one third of the year, from now until Dabusdan and the new cycle, one hundred and twenty one days, to reform as per my instructions. Any Faction that fails to do so will die and be replaced. Any citizen of Sigil that wishes to change allegiance following the reforms of the physical operations and beliefs of the Factions has amnesty to change Factions, while retaining some rank. This is my decree, it is absolute.