"Look around. The multiverse is
pain, suffering, cruelty. This isn't life. Life is supposed to be happy, feel
good, and make sense. No, this world is a cruel shadow of a "life". Faded
images, hints at the glory that's supposed to be, but isn't. The truth?
"We're all dead. We've all passed
on from our original existences, and we can't quite seem to help clinging to a
false "Life"... that is, we can't accept the fact that we're dead. Emotions
cloud our minds and confuse us, preventing us to see that in order to become one
with our states and Truly Dead we must separate ourselves in every way from our
false emotions and bodies. We must stop clinging to life and accept the fact
that we are truly Dead. When this happens, we shall have reached True Death and
finally ended this horrible existence. If you just up and kill yourself before
you've truly detached yourself from your emotions, then you'll come back again,
and again, and again, still clinging to your false life.
"We are The Dead. They call us
the Dustmen. But we seek perfection like everyone else. The perfection and
clarity of the dead, away from the hassles and emotions of your hollow 'life.'"
One of the stranger factions in
Sigil are the Dustmen, a group of morbid necrophiles that believe in the simple
truth that everyone is dead. They believe that the universe is merely a shadow
of a happier existence, one from which we've passed on, and that we cling to a
false life and emotions out of a habit, a bad habit. It is the goal of the
Dustmen to break that habit. They attempt to become completely tranquil, making
themselves bereft of emotion and uncaring about existence.
This wouldn't be so bad (or
unnerving) for most of the Sigilians, usually. They'd just go around like they
do now, picking up the dead off the streets of Sigil and carting their rotting
bodies off to the body. They'd still be a little creepy, sure, anyone with an
unhealthy obsession with death is. But what terrified most of Sigil is the fact
that the highups in the faction are each, almost completely without a doubt,
dead. Some of them are walking corpses. Some are floating spirits. Their
leader's true face has never been seen... he appears as a floating cloak and
robe in the Hall of Speakers and talks with a bone-chilling voice that makes
everyone in the Hall uncomfortable when it becomes necessary for him to present
his views on an issue. What's the most unnerving thing is that none of the
Dustmen show any emotions at all... so that wraith that just passed you by in
the Mortuary might be plotting to drain your heartbeat from you instead of just
passing by without a second thought. Add to this fact that the servants of the
Dustmen are walking zombies.... well, let's just say that the Dustmen don't get
many visitors in the Mortuary.
Recently, there's been a large
gathering of walking corpses in the Hive, more so than usual. They've begun
walking the streets outside the Mortuary, and the Dustmen have been seen talking
to Doomguard weapons dealers... perhaps Skall finally wants to begin forcing the
people of Sigil into zombified death so that they'll be more easily convinced of
their true state of being?
Unsurprisingly, the jobs that the
Dustmen take are mostly affiliated in some way with, of all things, death. Some
take the dreary job of embalming the recent dead in Sigil with protective salves
and oils to slow the decaying process - more the better if they're being raised
from death. Some search through corpses, learning about the anatomies of
creatures from all over the multiverse. Others stalk the streets of Sigil with
their carts, searching for the newly dead with the grim realization that in
their quest, they will find no hope - only more despair and suffering. But they
are The Dead. They do not care.
Other members of The Dead devote
their lives (or deaths?) to the keeping of records. Records for posterity, of
the most grim and gruesome things ever. They write about death in all its forms,
writing about the number delivered to the Mortuary within their huge texts,
marking everything precisely to teach others about the inevitability of death.
The Bleak Cabal, with their
careless attitude towards the multiverse, are considered friends of the Dustmen,
but neither group really cares that much about the other. In a pinch, they'll
help one another if it serves their own interests, but not much more.
The Doomguard, with their
attitude towards destruction and Entropy, sometimes garner some support from the
Dustmen for their actions that cause people to lose focus on their own
possessions (because the Doomguard burn 'em to the ground). However, in general
the Dustmen frown on the Doomguard's acts of violence and exultation in it.
The Sensates, with
their exultation and obsession with the "pleasures" of their False Life, are the
greatest enemies of the Dustmen. Where the Sensates are gleeful, the Dustmen are
staid, and where the Sensates are happy, the Dustmen are dour. The groups don't
get along very well at all, but the Dustmen aren't militant enough to do
anything about it except drain the life out of Sensate that comes anywhere close
to the Mortuary.