Sigil, City of Doors Day 1 of the War of the Facets, Peak
"Here is the package I need you to deliver."
Thalivan, the arcane trader, pulled a tome-sized bundle from a chest and placed it gently on the table. The general shape was a box, but the box was wrapped in a sack made of faux velvet. The soft, wine-red fabric shimmered as the light played across it.
"Please be very careful with it," Thalivan instructed, "The contents are valuable and I need them delivered safely. Under no circumstances are you to open the bag or the box. Doing so will ruin the goods and make them unusable. Should I find that the delivery has been compromised en route, I will not pay the remainder due to you. This is fair, yes?"
Next, he pulled out several small sacks made of the same material that jingled with coin. An invisible servant delivered each sack to each of the small band.
"Here is your advance," the arcane said, "Five hundred gold, provided in platinum coin. As previously discussed, I will pay the rest in two days' time, in the City of Glass, as long as the package is safe and unspoiled."
Finally, he placed an envelope on the table and slid it across to you. The envelope contained several papers. The first paper had directions and an address written on it in a neat script. The second had a name of an inn, the Blue Seahorse, as well as one voucher for each of you.
"This envelope contains both the directions for my customer's shop and the location of the inn where I have arranged your lodgings until I arrive in the city. Present these vouchers to the innkeep and he will take care of your rooms. He and I have done business together, and I trust you will find the lodging quite adequate."
Instructions given, the arcane sat back and smiled. He laced his long, slender fingers -- fingers with one more digit than most humanoids -- in front of him and looked you all over once more. Then, he stood, voluminous robes cascading down his impressive height, and bowed slightly.
"If you will excuse me, then, I have business to attend to. I hope to see you in two days after I arrive."
The City of Glass Day 1 of the War of the Facets, 2:00 A.P. (After-Peak)
You crossed the portal from Sigil to the City of Glass about two hours after Peak and landed in the busy central market area of the city -- and you were hardly the only people arriving. The market had sprung up around a cluster of portals leading to and from various other planes and it was packed. Even after the familiar portal disorientation passed, it took you a couple moments to gather your wits and gain some bearings on your position. Once you settled and maneuvered through the throng of merchants and shoppers, you were able to take in where you were.
Many Inner Planar travelers frequently referred to the City of Glass as the "Sigil of the Inner Planes." The name was well-deserved. People of all shapes and sizes milled about through the market, each going about their individual business. Over there, a pair of arcanes towered above the crowd, their elegant, slim frames draped in dark clothing. Over here, a small group of sahaugin argued with some locathahs over the price of octopus blood. The odor of fish mingled with the aroma of spice and the stench of bodies and hung heavily in the thick, humid air. Where Sigil was smoggier, drier and dingier, the City of Glass was humid and dank and clear. You could see the city's dome in the distance above you, marked by a faint glare and the schools of fish and other sea creatures passing by like birds overhead.
"Fresh Seafood!" a sea elf dressed in ratty, damp cloth called from his nearby booth, "Pulled from the Deep just this morning! We got fish, we got eels, we even got some giant starfish in today's catch! Get it while it's cheap!"
The din of chatter, deal-making, and hawking was almost loud enough to drown out your own thoughts. But you managed to get the ground comfortably under your feet and prepared yourselves to take on the wonders of the City of Glass.
Please take some time to introduce your characters and interact a little. You may interact with each other or initiate casual interaction with a merchant or passerby that I will respond as. Just don't get too in-depth since I will be moving things forward in a few days. Remember, the 500gp Thalivan gave you is already figured into your starting gold, so don't add it to your sheet. Throughout the game, I will be using red text as OOC notation relevant to the posts. I encourage you all to do the same -- you can use red or another color as you wish, but please make sure it is both legible and easy to differentiate from the main text 
I don’t like it. I don’t like it one bit.
Coal looked up at the glass dome covering the city and swallowed hard. Above him, below him, all around him, inside the city, and surrounding it – cold, clammy, and thoroughly wet, this place was. The azer didn’t use to be an easily panicked or paranoid man, and he mostly regarded himself as having an outspoken and social spirit. Recently, he had actually grown fond of seeing alien sights and savoring drastic new experiences – seemed like a good way to use the time he had left.
But this place… Dampness thick in the air, half of those that brushed against him seemed soaked to the bone. He knew what the feeling was. It was the idea that the whole atmosphere might accelerate his unique situation. It was the nature of the plane, it’s antithesis to his own nature. It was the blasted, all-encompassing, fire-dousing element that suffused the plane: Water.
Pull yourself together. You’ve been over this before. It's not like you haven’t tried bathing or swimming in water before… Even if they were all horrible nightmarish experiences.
Coal exhaled - had his usually steamy breath been diminished since they arrived or was it his imagination? He had been thinking about death quite a lot lately and one thing was certain – he would rather consume himself in the fire he had left than drown.
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The azer envelopes himself thoroughly in his dark red cloak and pulls the hood well over his head to hide his almost extinguished fiery hair and beard. He musters a faint smile and glances over the market place, asking an open question to his companions and any residents passing by them.
“Would anyone happen to know a dry place in this city worth seeing?”