Choose your Own Adventure: Planescape Edition

[Eldan]

So, what are we doing here? Similar to Xefas, I'm writing a "Choose your Own Adventure" story. This one is set in Planescape and will be rather high and potentially weird fantasy. With a philosophical touch, if I can manage it, but no promises.
I will maintain a character sheet, updated as choices are made. It will be based on simplified FATE, but don't worry about it too much.
In every post, I will provide one of two choices for the playground to make, which will change the story and flesh out the character. You may suggest different options and if you get enough votes, I may take them. If they fit the tone, more or less.
Also, at any time, you may ask "What do I know about..." and get some more information about a subject.



Sigil's sky is grey. It always is, after all, there is nothing there. It is also overcast with slate-grey smog and slightly lighter coloured mist that is threatening rain. Perhaps there is some kind of ironic justice in the fact that the most valuable piece of real estate in the known multiverse, the City of Doors, Crossroads of the Planes, is a piece of grey rock, where nothing grows and nothing lives other than cynics, rats and carrion-eaters. Some are all three.
I step into...


Choice 1:
>Goblin Bob's Hole-in-theWall
>"The Gilded Page, Antique Books, Established Lorgar 14, Mechmetar Faraday, Proprietor"
>The Cathedral of Justice
>The Faction Recruiter's Office
>The Golden Peach, Warm Meals, Room at Reasonable Rates
>Siegfried's Spells and Sundries
>The Three Ogres, Fine Blades & Armour
>Shagga's Discount Zombies

There's only one person inside. They look up and say:

Choice 2:
>"Good Day, Ma'am"
>"Good Day, Sir."
>"Good Day, M'lord"
>"Good Day, M'lady"
>"Captain."
>"Oi, berk! Shove off, we're closed, like."
>"Aaaaargh! No!"

[GorinichSerpant]

Choice 1:
>Goblin Bob's Hole in the Wall.

Choice 2:
>"Good Day, Sir"

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I am doing this with only the slightest idea of what Planescape is, Haza!

[Amaril]

Choice 1:
>The Three Ogres, Fine Blades & Armour

Choice 2:
>"Good Day, M'lord"

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I am doing this with only the slightest idea of what Planescape is, Haza!

Me too!

[Gavran]

Choice 1:
>The Three Ogres, Fine Blades & Armour

Choice 2:
>"Captain."

Might I suggest Google Forms to curate the votes? It would make the thread easier to read and the votes easier to count. Mockup: http://goo.gl/forms/ZUtZHKFHZ3

Of course, it would make write-in options harder to vote on and would mean the thread gets less bumping too.

[Xefas]

Choice 1
>The Three Ogres, Fine Blades & Armor

Choice 2
>"Good day, M'Lady"

[The Bandicoot]

Choice 1:
>Shagga's Discount Zombies

There's only one person inside. They look up and say:

Choice 2:
>"Oi, berk! Shove off, we're closed, like.[/QUOTE]

[Kane0]

Choice 1
The Faction Recruiter's Office

Choice 2
'Allo cutter!

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This is gonna be good

[GorinichSerpant]

Choice 1:
>Shagga's Discount Zombies

There's only one person inside. They look up and say:

Choice 2:
>"Oi, berk! Shove off, we're closed, like.

[/QUOTE]

Did you say Discount Zombies? That's fabulous!

I'm going to change my vote to Discount Zombies.

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I think this shouldn't be done via Google Forms because if we had that set up I couldn't change my vote to Discount Zombies and I think the advantages don't out way the disadvantages.

[Eldan]

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Not a single form of adress came up twice. Oh well. Randomly, then.

Berk
Cutter
Captain
M'lord
Sir

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[Eldan]

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Can't roll here, it seems. Did it off site. Cutter it is.

The Three Ogres is an unusually large shop not too far from where the Great Foundry belches out black smoke day and night. The street and building are reasonably clean, which in Sigil means that one can have a guess at what the original colour of the wall was underneath the grime. Grey, I think. Figures.
There's not three of them, so the name may not be entirely deserved, but that there is most certainly an ogre, standing behind an anvil. It's twice my height and the sight of eight foot long arms with a biceps the size of my torso swinging a smith's hammer has to be seen to be believed. For an ogre, he looks reasonably clean, though. Wearing pants, for one thing, and the blonde hair that grows on his head and down his back is carefully braided.
" 'Allo cutter!", he rumbles, with a voice like two avalanches colliding, putting the heavy hammer down against a wall that is covered in finely detailed blades.
I reply:


Choice 1:
>"'Allo. Ye sell blades, then? Need me one."
>"Mornin', Sven. How's yer brothers?"
>"Your time is up, Sven Bladesmith."
>"Quick, basher, they're after me! Need a place to hide!"
>"Good morning! Have you accepted our saviour Horus in your heart?"

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A Real Cutter

[GorinichSerpant]

choice 1:
> "Hey Sven, have you seen my key chain anywhere? I lost it this morning, maybe I dropped it here."

[Liodre]

Choice 1:
>"Mornin', Sven. How's yer brothers?"

[Tarlek Flamehai]

>"Mornin', Sven. How's yer brothers?"

[Rama]

Gotta go with...

>"Good morning! Have you accepted our saviour Horus in your heart?"

[Kane0]

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Gotta go with...

>"Good morning! Have you accepted our saviour Horus in your heart?"

I trust you know what that implies in sigil

Choice 1
"Hey basher, Kargan barked on me again. Just need to bolt round back."

[Eldan]

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Doesn't imply anything, other than people will be annoyed. Preaching is allowed and quite popular. Temples are too. What's not allowed is:
a) Being a god
b) Being an avatar or proxy
c) Worshipping or preaching Aoskar specifically.

"Mornin', Sven. How's yer brothers?"
I've known the big ugly bastard for years now, him and his brothers. He's reliable in a tough spot, and of course a cutter needs a new sharp thing every now and then to introduce their enemies to. He doesn't do magic, but then, a fancy magic sword is often not as reliable out on the Wheel as a good piece of cold, blue iron and for that, you want a barbarian. For all their friendliness, these are the most barbaric barbarians I know.
"'s fine. Ole's at th' foundry out back 'n' Alef's in Asgard, visitin' our old Mum."
Walking over, I slap the ogre on his shoulder.
"So. About why I'm here..."

Choice 1:
>"I need a new chiv, something with a bit of a bite. I'm going hunting."
>"Got time for a little adventure? I got this map..."
>"I need some muscle. Of the variety you got a lot of. Some heads rearranged. You game?"
>"Good that you mentioned Asgard, really. I need to find a portal there, double-quick. There's a debt to pay."

[Kane0]

"Good that you mentioned Asgard, really. I need to find a portal there, double-quick. There's a debt to pay"

[Gavran]

"Good that you mentioned Asgard, really. I need to find a portal there, double-quick. There's a debt to pay"

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[Tarlek Flamehai]

>"Good that you mentioned Asgard, really. I need to find a portal there, double-quick. There's a debt to pay."

[Eldan]

Three's enough.

The heavy brow wrinkles more than usual as Sven thinks.
"I'm not sendin' you to me Mum's house", he says, finally.
"But shove over a black or two an' I can give ye another two portals."
Quickly, I shove three tarnished silver pieces over the counter and he takes them up in a monstrous fist, sniffing them.
"Aight. You want th' poet's gate, then, or th' gate o' fire? First's tricky. Second sends you to Muspelheim an' then's a bit o' a walk."
He ponders.
"Have ye got a crew?"

Choice 1: Which portal am I taking?
>The poet's gate
>The gate of fire

Choice 2: Who's with me?
>"I work alone. Always did."
>"I never take anyone along, Sven. You know, since Pluton."
>"Cubey's outside. You know, the Modron? Bit daft, sometimes, but calculates faster than a roomful of clerks."
>"Got me a fingertwiddler. You know, one of them spellslingers. Ashkalam the Magnificient or some stupid name like that."
>I sigh. "Yeaaaah. Remember when I impersonated that priest of Horus last month? Some angel decided I'm her pet project, now. Wants to redeem me. And no half decent blood wants to work with her following me. But she's useful, occasionally."
>"Got Brother Wong, as always. Need someone I can trust. And who can break some heads if necessary."

[GorinichSerpant]

Choice 1:
>gate of poets

Choice 2:
>A giant talking owl, I call him Hoots. Not much good in a City but damn if he isn't a good tracker.

[Liodre]

hoice 1: Which portal am I taking?
>The poet's gate

Choice 2: Who's with me?
>"Cubey's outside. You know, the Modron? Bit daft, sometimes, but calculates faster than a roomful of clerks."

[Drakefall]

Choice 1:
>The poet's gate


Choice 2:
>"Got Brother Wong, as always. Need someone I can trust. And who can break some heads if necessary."

[Tarlek Flamehai]

1
The Poets Gate

2
The angel

[Rama]

Choice 1:
>The poet's gate


Choice 2:
>"Got Brother Wong, as always. Need someone I can trust. And who can break some heads if necessary."

Seconding this.

[Amaril]

Choice 1:
>The poet's gate


Choice 2:
>"Got Brother Wong, as always. Need someone I can trust. And who can break some heads if necessary."

Thirding. Ten characters.

[Eldan]

They should have sent a poet.

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"Define tricky...", I asked, suspiciously.
The ogre gave an amused snort.
"What's it sound like, poet's gate? There's one o' them snake women on the other side. Doesn't let you through if you don't know poetry."
I pondered this, for a second.

Choice 1:
>I wrote a limmerick. Once. It was... not fit for polite society. Probably wouldn't work here.
>I fancy myself a bit of a poet. Hopefully, enough, here. It's been useful in the past, to charm people.
>Shouldn't be a problem, for the seven-times winner of the pan-Olympian "Poet of the Planes" championship.
>Luckily, brother Wong writes a mean Haiku. We got this.

Just as I was thinking this, the door opened again and Brother Wong came in. He was maybe half my height, with plenty of lean muscle on his frame. His head was bald, shining with moisture and he had a tattoo of two serpentine dragons, red and gold, intertwined over his back, chest and arms. Two cutlasses were strapped to the rope belt which held up his silken pants.
"A bless'd forenoon ter ya, master ogre. I 'ave 'eard much about yar fine blades an' i' is an honour ter meet ye, yeah?"
He turned to me next.
"Alwigh' then, 're we leavin' na awer are there mawer preparations?"
Among his many fine talents was also a Sigilian accent so thick, it could serve as armour.

Choice 2:
>"We're leaving right now, no time to wait."
>"There's one more thing."

[rs2excelsior]

Choice 1:
>I wrote a limmerick. Once. It was... not fit for polite society. Probably wouldn't work here.
>Luckily, brother Wong writes a mean Haiku. We got this.

(These two together)

Choice 2:
>"There's one more thing."

[Rama]

Choice 1:


>I fancy myself a bit of a poet. Hopefully, enough, here. It's been useful in the past, to charm people.

Choice 2:


>"We're leaving right now, no time to wait."

[Drakefall]

Choice 1:
>Luckily, brother Wong writes a mean Haiku. We got this.

Choice 2:
"There's one more thing... I should prolly get me some wands 'n scrolls. I got the dark o' the most basic sorcerin', but a little extra magic in our corner wouldn't hurt."

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I just want magic