Planescape: Fires of Dis; AD&D 2E.

Jan 27 22:02 UTC 1996

This is the "Fires of Dis" Adventure item, but first an enigmatic background
from the back cover of the adventure module:

"IN THE OUTER PLANES, A HOLY SWORD CAN BE A FIEND'S BEST FRIEND, ESPECIALLY
WHEN THE OWNER WANTS IT BACK . . .

*Sneaking into the second layer of foul Baator ain't easy, but with a little
help from the right high-up men, it can be done.  'Course, exactly who the
right high-up men* are *can give a bsher a pause, so it's often best not to
ask.  But here's a sword to be found, and bloods needed to find it.  Truth
is, those who don't end up lost are sure to find that no good deed goes
unpunished!"

-Back Cover, TSR-2608 _Fires of Dis_

Mistake analysis: Second paragraph, italics should be reversed. Typo in
documentation.

And now, let the adventure begin with this description:
"The Great Bazaar!  The kind of place that'd drive even a Sensate barmy, with
so many things to sample from so many different worlds it'd take ten lifetimes
to try them all.  This whole part of Sigil's swamped in a sea of caravan tents
and breakaway stalls, topped with flags, draped with banners, festooned with
hangings of every color and design.  Here, the merchants of a hundred planar
and prime worlds set up their carts, offering food, drink, rugs, pots,
stoneware - anything that a visitor to the City of Doors might want or need. 
And since just about every berk and blood in the multiverse tromps through
the Cageat some point or other, it's a bet that the merchants here have
something to meet every taste."

response 2 of 797:

Jan 31 16:51 UTC 1996

Salassastros: You make your way down the cobblestone streets of Sigil, and
are assualted by countless aromas, odors, sights and sounds.  On your
right you see a hideous looking merchant selling a bag of writhing larvae to
a bat-wing earred, dog-headed creature with four arms, the lower two ending
in pincers.  Another merchant is selling what he claims to be light bowls
forged from the Elemental Plane of Fire - and is demonstating how they work.
Still another merchant is auctioning a stoppered bottle that she claims is
filled with air from the peak of Mount Celestia that'll purify the evil right
out of any berk who gives it a whiff.  Teams of Stone Giants offer rides in
sedan chairs for rides through the streets in style.  Another mercahnt is
offering mushrooms said to be dug from the roots of Yggdrassil the World Ash.
Another merchant is offering some candy which she claims to contain the
spirits of beings from far-flung prime material worlds.  And even this does
not describe all that is going on around you...

response 4 of 797:

Feb 5 18:13 UTC 1996

Kergen wonders how in the name of  <generic nature god/dess>
he got here...and how much for the bottle of air?

response 6 of 797:

Feb 6 14:34 UTC 1996

Berk: Generic Joe-average planar bozo.

response 8 of 797:

Feb 7 21:08 UTC 1996

I am a 5'10" tall creature resembling a werewolf in it's crossbreed form, Very
Muscular-looking, callying several weapons and wearing StuiDAMMIT!
wearing studded leather armor.  "Oh, excuse me, I did not mean to bump into
you."

response 10 of 797:

Feb 8 00:58 UTC 1996

<enter eldrich>

response 12 of 797:

Feb 8 18:49 UTC 1996

The last thing you can remember is being asleep in your bed or some
other facsimile of sleeping thing, Kergen.  When you awoke, you were
standing up in this doughnut shaped city.

response 14 of 797:

Feb 8 22:16 UTC 1996

<Cyan is here all right...>

response 16 of 797:

Feb 9 19:00 UTC 1996

r
"Excuse me, but could some...(spotting a Githzerai,which he does not know
whast it is)..on...please tlell me where in the name of (generic Nature Deity)
I am?
"

response 18 of 797:

Feb 10 20:38 UTC 1996

"Werewolf?" Hackles raise, facial expression remains unchanged. "I am no
werewolf."

response 20 of 797:

Feb 11 16:28 UTC 1996

"I care not what race ye truly be, leatherhead.  Yer just the type I expect
to make trouble around here, sod!"  With that, the Githzerai in Red Steel
plate mail disappears into a building covered in a silver ivy-like vine, which
appears to be drywall on the spaces the vines don't cover.  (on the right hand
side of the street)

response 22 of 797:

Feb 13 01:22 UTC 1996

A unit of Samurai marches by, and a mounted knight crosses your path.
A humanoid in a red robe moves over to Cyan, taps him on the shoulder and
shouts "NO LOITERING!!" in Cyan's left ear.

A women with blades protuding from her neck floats by, her robe billowing -
which is strange - there is no wind . . .

response 24 of 797:

Feb 14 21:08 UTC 1996

Kain wanders about.

Tall human
blond hair blue eyes
Wearing plate mail, odd looking leather boots and carrying a silver shield
with a dog at his side 
<my horse is in the stables>