"The most completely politically
minded of the factions of Sigil, and their philosophy seems to be geared
completely towards politics: what they can take, is there's. The multiverse lies
out there, ripe for the taking... or grabbing, as it would be. The Fated
basically believes that what can be taken... should. That makes them a right
lovable bunch of sods in Sigil, and since they've taken it upon themselves to
become the city's tax collectors... well then, let's just say that their duties
just make them all the more beloved by the populace of Sigil.
"The reason that the Fated are so
soddin' much of a pain is the fact that they take every opportunity they can to
try and wipe the Sensates out of existence. Seems there's some sort of tiff
between their factols. Suppose Montgomery sees the Fated in the same light as
the rest of the city, and it's a good thing that she's there: otherwise the
Fated might organize a voting bloc within the Hall of Speakers with the other
factions that they've bullied into submission and tax the city into the ground.
Mark my words, the only thing stopping Duke Rowan Darkwood of picking this city
clean in Erin and the Sensates. We can be thankful for that."
"Yeah, I'm a Taker, what of it?
There's power in taking. Much more than there is in sitting around and being
lazy. Frankly, I believe that all that is exists for me to take. If I have the
strength, the force of will, and the drive to take and keep it, then it's mine.
We clear with that? And if I have the authority and the muscle to tax your
soddin' kip into the ground so I can buy it at a low price, then I can do that
too. We clear on things?"
"The way I see it, being a member
of the Fated is like realizing your potential. The multiverse is at your
fingertips... you just have to reach out and take it. You can take without
harming, without hurting other people, but it's all there, ripe for the taking.
Grab it, embrace it, hold it close, and realize that there's an infinite amount
more for you to take."
In Sigil, there are some groups
dedicated to belief. They speak what they say with a pride and joy in their
hearts, and they sing their beliefs from their mouths with a fire in their mind.
They know what they believe, and they don't care about anything other than their
And then there are the Fated.
Once a sedate group that levied
the taxes of Sigil fairly and took what they thought they had rightfully
earned, their entire group was shattered by, typically enough, a Prime.
Sure, there were the bad eggs within the group, the heartless Takers that levied
the taxes on the innocent and broke hearts everywhere were not in the majority.
They were led by Emma Oakright, a kindly old woman who led the Takers with a
somewhat neutral viewpoint... well, let's just say that she didn't believe that
Sigil should be taken into the ground. Then, from an unknown past in the Prime
Material Plane and with a fire in his belly, the current factol of the Fated,
"Duke" Rowan Darkwood arrived and changed the city forever.
He had a scar on his face, over
his right eye, "Duke" Rowan Darkwood got right to work, and somehow managed to
rise to the status of factol in less than a month. It's rumored that he's got
some sort of fallen angel on his side that searches for deeply hidden darks, and
that somehow he was able to find a deeply hidden dark on the kindly dwarf Emma
Oakright... one that "convinced" her to step down from her position and announce
Darkwood as her successor. "Blackmail?", some whisper. Others declare it boldly,
and others defend the Duke... if he has gotten his position and is able to hold
it, then he obviously deserves to keep it, for a little longer at least.
The Fated are the tax collectors
of Sigil, levying taxes as they see fit (and as they can shove through the Hall
of Speakers) and basically attempting to squeeze every gold coin that they can
from the Sensates and tax the little pleasure-seekers (as well as their meddling
interloper of a leader, Erin Montgomery). A personal rivalry, yes, and how it
started, nobody is sure. The Sensates are trying their best to create a
political bloc and survive the encroachments of the Fated into their territory.
The Fated control the taxes of Sigil from the Hall of Records, which used to be
some sort of academy before the Fated apparently taxed them out of existence and
bought the land cheap. In the Hall of Records, there is data on almost everyone
in the city of Sigil... information that would be more than enough to blackmail
almost anyone they wanted.
What really complicates
things is the fact that Darkwood has managed to somehow charm the Factol of the
Mercykillers, Factol Nilesia. This ensures, as the law factions vote together,
that the Fated have a considerable backing in the hall of Speakers. However,
what's most interesting is the relationship between Darkwood and the factol of
the Mercykillers, Nilesia. Only but a nineteen-year old girl, Nilesia is still
one of the most cruel beings in Sigil. However, somehow Darkwood's managed to
get her wrapped around his finger. Who knows? Promises of marriage, of the
family life that she never knew while growing up in the Prison? In exchange
for... what? Loyal troops, when the time comes?
And the time will come. Only two
questions remain: when? And the second should be quite obvious... what will Her
The Fated, believing that they
deserve anything that they can pry out of anyone else's hands, fall in quickly
with the street thugs. If they can make you drop your purse, then it's theirs.
These are the bullies of Sigil that hang out in the Hive and Lower Wards, and
while they're very rarely full members of the faction, nobody's going to stop
them; least of all Factol "Duke" Rowan Darkwood.
Some of them take it upon
themselves to rack their brains for information throughout Sigil: the more
information that they can find, the more useful they are, and the more that they
can use their knowledge. There are some that serves as spies for Factol Darkwood,
digging their way into other factions and procuring information for use by the
Fated - usually for such basic desires as extortion, blackmail, and information
Lastly, there are the tax
collectors. Some would claim them to be just as bad as the street thugs that
beat down old women for their jink, and for the most part, they'd be right. The
tax-collectors enjoy their work: they go from play to place, squeezing money out
of the poor and destitute under the premise of "law". If they can't pay their
taxes - well, we can't have that, can we? Eviction. However, tax collectors
still have to remember that they operate within the laws of a system: if they
get too greedy, they'll find themselves in trouble with the Fraternity of Order.
Or they'll be bludgeoned to death by an irate victim of their evictions, which
is just another reason to have hired muscle around.
The Fated are allied with the
Mercykillers because of the strange romance between the two leaders. However,
there is suspicion on both sides: the Fated don't trust the violence of the
Mercykillers and the Mercykillers think (rightfully so) that Darkwood is playing
Nilesia for a fool.
The Fated admires the determined
nature of the Free League, and sees their struggle as what will determine
whether they're allowed to survive on Sigil or whether they'll lack the will to
As a general rule, the Sensates
and their allies (the Sign of One, in particular), distrust the Fated
completely. The Sensates attempt to struggle to survive, while the Sign of One
actually moves to aid their introverted brethren in the Hall of Speakers.
The Harmonium distrust the Fated,
seeing Darkwood as obviously getting too big for his boots. However, they do not
want to break away from the Mercykillers: if the law-based factions cannot be
united, who can?