Factions of Sigil
Each of the fifteen Factions is based around one particular belief system, which are absolutely core to the faction. At one point there were many more Factions, but the Lady of Pain decreed that they had a week to get the number down to 15 or she would kill them all.
Historically, The Lady of Pain left the administrative duties of Sigil in the hands of the factions. The factions perform virtually all the actual administrative and practical functions of the city. They were respected by cagers (mostly) and viewed as necessary and often times respectable. The bottom line is that a normal berk would certainly prefer to talk it up with one of them than The Lady.
Now it seems they’re all trying to get back on their feet and get Sigil back to the way it used to be (each in their own special way of course).
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.
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.
[* Alternatively, “Bow-wow you puce wombat running Bob fence.”]