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Tyrannus Experienced

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The Clock and the Quadrone said:
“Once upon a time, there existed a modron. It was newly-created, its logic fresh and untested, and it had come to Sigil, following the commands of its modron superiors.”
“It knew of nothing but commands and dictates, of obedience and passing along the orders of its superiors. For you see, modrons are only aware of the commands of their immediate superiors — they have no grasp of a higher authority. Until this one.”
“One day it came upon a small shop, within which there was a small clock that could no longer tell time. It was cracked along the edges, the wheels of its hands broken. The modron immediately set itself to work at getting the parts to fix the broken clock.”
“It made a new wooden housing for the clock’s parts, replaced the bent springs, carefully filed and oiled the clockwork machinery, and carved new hands from the sparse metal available to it. The newly-repaired clock’s precise ticking reminded it of the great gears of Mechanus, and it comforted it as much as any thing may comfort a modron.”
“And what the modron never came to understand was that it truly loved this clock that it had worked on, and for reasons it could not explain, elected to remain in Sigil and be with the clock for the rest of its years.”


"The Petitioner at the Gate" said:

“It was far after peak when the distant pounding was heard at the gates of the Prison.”
“Carus — the oldest Mercykiller known to the faction — dragged himself from his post, making his way down the hall to the great gates that separated the punished from the outside world. The pounding did not fade as he reached the gate and spoke to it.”
“He called out and received no answer. He opened the gate, far from feeling caution, but a strange, compelling sensation.”
“A haggard figure was on bent knees just beyond the door. Her hands were bloody from where they had been pounding against the gate, and her breath came in labored gasps. As the flickering light from the interior prison chamber poured across the cobbles, she glanced up at the Mercykiller who stood framed in the doorway, and began to sob with relief.”
“He felt himself mirrored in all but his gender as he stared at the woman, and he was stirred by her presence. Carus found himself unsure of what to say, so he simply waited for the woman to provide an explanation.”
“She did. It was a simple statement, but of utmost importance, and it made Carus… whose knees ached painfully with every movement… bend down and help the woman to her feet. He brought her in from the outside, guiding her gently into the passage beyond.”
“She had said that an injustice had been done. And that was all that Carus needed to hear.”
“In the end, it came to pass that she could not fulfill her duty as a Fury, for a man guilty of a blood crime had died unpunished. She begged Carus and the Mercykillers for aid… and so they executed her. She had failed in her charge.”


"The Glided Tale" said:

Upon the Plane of Ysgard is the Gilded Hall, where those Sensates that seek the pleasure of gullet and loin can be found. They indulge these passions in earnest, never realizing that the doors of the hall never open and that there is no clear path back to the Civic Festhall. They are the unwanted Sensates, the ones that do not truly believe in the faction, but instead seek only pleasure for pleasure’s sake. Are prisoners who do not realize they are such truly prisoners?”


"The Lady’s Suitor" said:
“The tale concerns a suitor of Lady of Pain, one of many over the years. He was a young man who was obsessed with the Mistress of Sigil. He saw her everywhere, in every corner of her city. He would hear the rustling of her robes, the scrape of her blades, and grew infatuated beyond all reason. He hoped that if he worshipped her, that he would at last be able to see her… and so worship her he did.”
“He was found dead on the blood-soaked steps of his own home, grievous stab wounds covering the whole of his body… but his eyes were open wide, and upon his lips was a triumphant smile.”


Untitled said:

“Once came a man who had experienced the most beautiful thing in the multiverse. It was his intention to place the experience within one of the Civic Festhall’s sensory stones — magical devices which held feelings and memories for an eternity, leaving them for others to partake of.”
“But he thought about it: wouldn’t its being shared dilute the experience? So he held it to himself, precious thing that it was, and aged with the memory. But as he aged, the memory became tarnished and beaten, and he could no longer recall the glory of the experience.”


"The Execution" said:
“Once, a murderer roamed Sigil’s streets, a black-hearted man by the name of Kossacs. He had been blessed by his Abyssal mother so that no one could strike him with an intent to harm or they themselves would die. He reveled in his blessing, using it to start fights and murder anyone who crossed his path.”
“During one of his murderous rages, he was captured by the Harmonium with nets and brought before the Guvners. The trial was short, final, yet Kossacs laughed at the proceedings, knowing that no one among them could harm him without dying horribly. At the final day of his trial, he was proclaimed guilty and sentenced to death.”
“Kossacs sentence proclaimed by the Guvners was this: ‘Confinement for thrice-thirty days, during which time you shall give up your life, be declared dead, and your body removed when all signs of life cease.’ Kossacs laughed and dared any of them to try and harm him, yet the court was silent.”
“The Mercykillers lead Kossacs to their prison and locked him in a dark, empty cell. There was no cot, no lights, and the only door was a steel grate in the ceiling.
As they lowered him into the cell, the Mercykiller told him — in the corner of your cell will you find a chalice. It holds poison. Your death will be swift.”
“ ‘Aren’t you going to execute me?’ Kossacs snarled at the guard.
No one in Sigil shall lay a hand on you with intent to harm,’ came the Mercykiller’s reply.
“Then I spit on your cowardice!” Kossacs laughed, feeling for the chalice in the darkness, then hurling it at the wall and shattering it. Its poison dripped from the walls and dried, until it was no more. “Come then — you will have to try and kill me now.”
“But there was no response from the grate in the ceiling. It was then that Kossacs noticed the cell had no cot. No lights. And no food and water. All that remained was the shattered chalice, the poison gone. And for the first time, Kossacs knew the icy touch of death’s approach.
“In twice-thirty days, the grate opened, and Kossacs’ body, now cold, was taken from the cell. It had given up its life, and the execution had been carried out.”


"The Fiend’s Game" said:
“A fiend sometimes wandered the wilderness of a certain Prime world in the guise of a friendly old man. One day, he came upon some hunters in the wood.”
“ ‘What are you doing?’ The fiend asked. The hunters told him, and the fiend nodded. ‘I have never been on a hunt before. ‘ ”
“The hunters invited the old man to come along, and the group eventually came upon a glade where several deer were grazing. The hunters carried crossbows, but did not fire, and the fiend asked them why.”
“ ‘They are unarmed,’ the hunters chuckled, patting their crossbows. ‘We hunt nothing that does not have the ability to defend itself. After all, where is the sport in that?’ ”
“The fiend nodded at this, and promptly gated in three of his fellows. The hunters led them on a merry chase, but eventually they were caught and eaten.”


"Ach'ali Drowning" said:
“One day, she encountered a slaadi on his way to the spawning stone. She hastily erected a wall of chaos matter, which even the ravenous slaadi found difficult to break down. Hungrily, it waited, and spoke to her through the wall. She asked it questions, and as she became more absorbed in her pointless queries and the slaadi’s answers, her own wall decayed and collapsed upon her… and thus she drowned in the matter of Limbo.”
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Borastus Rising Star

Borastus

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bir adamla konuşuyorduk böyle bir şehirde ignus un bulunduğu yerde,adamla konuşurken int i artıyordu karakterin neydi onun adı "o" muydu acaba o adamla neler konuşuyorduk merak ettim şimdi.

birde lan parti dönüşte minibüsteki adamın konuşması vardı o da drain int etkisi yaratmıştır herhalde.
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xunn Grand Master

xunn

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O var, bir de barın sol alt kosesinde Planewalker vardı, sana negative material plane'den item veriyordu konustugunda, o da çok testisli karakterdi bak.

O'yla yaptıgın logic fırtınası çok efsaneydi ama. Adam bildigim O kavramı, mantıksal boyutunda varoluşu. Bir Truth herif, entity olarak.
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Quel-Thul Grand Master

Quel-Thul

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You see a man, standing stock still. He isn't moving a muscle. On closer examination, it appears that he isn't even breathing -- just standing. His eye sockets are empty holes in his face. Contained within their bounds is a flat gray light that seems to dance with possibility. Looking into the sockets, the eerie, empty feeling of a limitless void shivers through you, as if you had gazed into a sliver of eternity. The head slowly swivels toward you (you notice that no muscles appeared to move under his skin as he turns), and he speaks in a pure, bell-like tone: "Well met, wanderer. You have forgotten again, haven't you?"

"Do you know me, stranger?"

As he opens his mouth, you get that feeling of eternity again -- inside his mouth, you see no tongue, no teeth. It's almost as if this man were a shell surrounding an illimitable expanse. "I have spoken with you before, and always you forget. Your endless quest to discover yourself ends always in your amnesia. You draw close to the truth and recoil. Let us hope that you have the strength to endure your existence."

"What do you know of me? How do you know this?"

"I know that you, like a fly, rise up from the wreckage of your old shell, buzz about for a time, and curl up and die at the window of truth. You bumble about the pane, seeking the light without any plan to your actions, and fall exhausted when you fail. You alight on others to feed from them for a time, and move on with no regard to them. I have watched you come here and listened to your words, and watched you move away no wiser. Will you learn from your mistakes, seeker?"

"Who are you?"

"I am O." For some reason, when he speaks his name, it sounds like he's speaking of much more than a single letter -- as if the speaking of his name contained untold possibilities and nuances. No human tongue could ever create such a sound.

"What sort of a name is that?"

"It is my name. It is the name of a portion of eternity. I am a letter in the divine alphabet. Understanding me leads to understanding existence. I am writ in the true names of half of everything. My being encompasses truth. I am mathematic, organic, metaphysic."

"So what does that mean?"

"The divine alphabet is writ in the name of everything that exists, from the seed at the hearts of the elemental planes to the core of the Great Beyond. My brothers/sisters" (a single word translates into the two in your mind) "and I reach across all that is, was, or ever shall be. We are thought, and reality, and concept, and the unimaginable."

"Tell me about the Great Beyond."

"You would not understand. No mortal possibly could. It is beyond the powers of comprehension of all but the most powerful of powers, and once they understand, they move beyond the veil of mortal comprehension. I can explain it no more than that. Perhaps, sometime, you will understand."

"So what are you doing here?"

"Why, I am watching the ebb and flow of mortality."

"And what do you see?"

"You mortals are like wasps. You build your lives/nests from the slimmest of branches, and when the wind shakes your home/life free, you seek to sting the wind to death. Instead of realizing your foolish mistakes, attempting to repair the damage you have caused yourselves, and learning from your experience, you bring harm to any who have the misfortune to blunder near you in your time of pain and distress. My advice to you -- and to all mortals: Stop acting like an insect and start acting sentient."

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Tyrannus Experienced

Tyrannus

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TNO: What if Sigil is not flawed? A thing does not need to be ordered and have a purpose to know itself.What if these contradictions are strengths that you cannot see?
DAKKON: To your question, a question:What if the city is flawed, and you see its contradictions all around you?
TNO: To your question, a question:You claim this city's existence is flawed. You have accepted this rather than explore the possibility that something greater may exist. That suggests you are flawed... and that you do not search for knowledge, but only for a convenient answer.
DAKKON: There is no knowing the answer to the questions we have asked. Yet the city exists. That is all.
TNO: Yet I would maintain that we know ourselves by the questions we ask and the ones we do not.If we cease asking questions and accept only what we can perceive...
DAKKON: Then we will cease to know ourselves.
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GERGE

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Quel-Thul said:

abi şu üstteki diyalog gibi bol tasvirli, fantastik, akan giden kitap onerisi bekliyorum


The Dancers at the End of Time süperdir. The Book of All Hours'a bak sonra. Gene Wolfe'un The Soldier serisi var. Gloriana, or The Unfulfill'd Queen var. The Scar var.
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Oski Mentor

Oski

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GERGE said:

Quel-Thul said:

abi şu üstteki diyalog gibi bol tasvirli, fantastik, akan giden kitap onerisi bekliyorum


The Dancers at the End of Time süperdir. The Book of All Hours'a bak sonra. Gene Wolfe'un The Soldier serisi var. Gloriana, or The Unfulfill'd Queen var. The Scar var.


game of thrones çok mu mainstream oluyor? yokhsa çok mu eskidi
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