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that stagger the imagination, built by the accumulation of belief. Belief
creates the planes. Belief is power here. Change belief, and you can change
the nature of reality. The creatures that are born here - the planeborn, like
the fiends and celestials - are truly borne of the thoughts and concepts of
mortals. They each express some sort of ideal, and the more powerful the
ideal, the more powerful the being - thus, the being that symbolizes love is
one of the strongest of all."
"That's why the powers - gods, some call them - live out here. This is where
all the faith in them comes - this is where they are at their most pure and
most strong. Their realms are extensions of their very beings, manifestations
of their godly essence, all of it informed by belief. It is a place where moral
alignment is arranged and interacts, rather than matter. At the heart of the
Outer Planes is the Outlands, the realm of absolute neutrality. Probably the
best place for a body to visit in the Outer Planes, outside of Sigil, if you don't
want to have a plane's morality forced into your heart. Everything balances
out in the Outlands - as it should be, for the plane that sits at the center of
the Outer Planes. Powers' realms are scattered about here, and there are
handfuls of 'gate towns' that open into the rest of the Outer Planes. The
gate towns usually mirror the philosophy of the plane their gates open on to
- and if the balance of belief isn't kept in the town, the town slips into the
nearby plane. It's a bad situation for everyone, because few of the folks in
the towns really want that change. Encircling the Outlands is the Great Ring:
where good and evil, law and chaos stand in opposition instead of water and
fire, earth and air."
Candrian's fingers formed a steeple, "And at the center of the Outlands is an
infinitely tall spire, and atop that great spike floats Sigil, where we are now."
I chuckled, "You seem very well-traveled, then."
He smiled, "I have mapped many of the portals here, and have traveled
through most. If you ever need a guide, you know where to look."
I blinked, "I don't, but someone else does."
Candrian raised an eyebrow, "Oh?"
"I met a woman named Ingress with very bad teeth. She said she had come
through a portal from some world that was opened by a tune hummed near
two crossed trees. Can you get her home?"
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