The Fortune's Wheel (Lady's Ward)

"That's sound advice, Erte. Reports have a tendancy of getting garbled down the line, especially if they're thought to be made-up anyway."

Peter took a sip of his water, and then addressed Edward again.

"And as to how I got the info... have you ever heard of 'Dungeons & Dragons', the famous game of nerds? Turns out that this place, along with a good bit of its residents, topography, and so forth were reproduced as add-ons to the game some years back. Erte's probably right that some planar sold the stuff as fiction and retired rich."

You first see a skeletal dog(AKA-Fluffy) running down the stairs leading to the inn on the upper floor then stopping abruptly as it reaches the bottom, looking up... waiting for something. Rather obviously, it's the dog's master, Rrodek.

As he reaches the bottom of the stairs and is surveying the room, Rrodek makes sure to wave to Nordom then when he noticed Pete and even more so, the old man with him, he wanders over there with Fluffy following and pulls up a seat next to Pete.

"Hello there. Just what are you doing in here with no one to accompany you? Well... I guess the old man here would count, just didn't quite seem like he came in here with you, never even really seen him before."

*looks to Edward, smiling*

"So who are you?"

*Fyrehowl pulls a coin from a pocket, careful not to show the rest of the room which pocket or quite where it is in her cloak, and tosses it on the table. She softly hrrs as she ponders over her 5 cards before selecting four of them and sliding them face down over to Clueless.

"4, clueless."

She holds the remaining card, apparently still pondering the move she just made, as she recieves the drink, for the moment before the message she looks suprized. However, upon the message "waving from you at the bottom, see you there and enjoy the fall" the suprize fades. She doesnt bother looking over at shemeska, but she does look over the efreet, taking careful note of his apperance and apparently marking him in her mind as someone to remember for whatever reason. Perhaps marked down as a fool who hasn't a clue what he's getting into with his 'buisness' partner.
After a moment she motions over a barmaid and pulls a flask from her belt, clear, looks much like water as she scribble something on a napkin.

"If you could be so kind as to give this to Shemeska The Maurader, and give her this note with it." said as she gives a coin to the barmaid in return for the favor.

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The contents of the flask is holy water.

The contents of the note
"I had no idea that you enjoyed being low-loth on the totem pole so much. I dont think i'll be joining you, fur gets dirty in the street gutter you know."

A tall twisted and gaunt figure wearing a strange bisected mask runs into the Fortunes Wheel and quickly spots the guestbook. The figure walks up to the guestbook and signs it "vex, ethergaunt of the white rank" using a quill that he pulled out of his robes. Vex returns the quill to his robes and scans the room for anything of interest and spots the poker game. Vex walks up to the table with the poker game going on at it and sits down. Vex looks et everyone at the table in turn and momentarily pausing as he looks at nordom and then says to no one in particular "Do any of you know where a fugitive might hide from pursuit by ones's entire race?". Vex appears to focus as he carefully attempts to detect the surface thoughts of the others at the table without alerting them. After a moment Vex seems to decide not to bother and looks directly at nordom "I feel some sort of kinship with you and don't know why, this worrys me as it has no logical explanation".

The ethergaunt pases in thought for a moment and then says to Nordom "Because I represent what they wish to purge themselves of, I am a mistake, a flaw". Vex seems to sigh for a moment although that is quite impossible considering how an ethergaunts body is set up and then say to Nordom "I have feelings, I have passion, my race or rather my races leaders do not wish for my flaw to spread, they do not want our genocidal war to stop".

Vex looks at Nordom and seems to give off the impression of smiling which is once again impossible thanks to his lack of a mouth "No I do not wish to be destroyed, I wish to teach my race to feel again and help us become a productive and friendly society of inventors and philosophers".

(OOC: A quick note, my character is speaking through telepathy)

Vex seems to think for a moment and then says to Nordom "A partnership seems like a logical idea, I agree"

Vex once again gives off the feeling of smiling "I can offer rather powerful arcane abilitys and an intelligence greater than most pit fiends"

Vex seems to notice Clueless for the first time and speaks to him "I am an ethergaunt, however you need not fear me. I am an outcast of my kind because I am a flaw, a mistake. I have feelings and passion and therfore am being hunted down before I spread what my races leaders seem to consider a disease, I consider it a gift."

The modron looked at its hand and placed three cards on the table, keeping the other two....

(OOC I think you know which two I'm keeping.)

Tavern Wall

Lok hunched his shoulders. He hated when the voice talked. He had not power to not talk back. He ahd tried at first, but the compulsion to respond was too great. Everyone heard his ranting, but never their source. Never. Hard facts state that he was insane. Hard facts never really stood up well in Sigil. He finished his wine and frowned. Annoying and frigthening it may be, but it was always right. Coincidence was never it's forte.

The Teifling grabbed his spear angrily and stomped his way back to the Duo, now trio. He bowed to the eldest, being as that was probably their leader. He inclined his head slightly.

"Tag's Lok," he stated simply, "My services are yours. I do not wish to speak of my reasons nor of jink. It is my Music. If you attempt a bolting, you have between no chance and Buckley's."

The elf waited at the bar until the barkeep had finished serving the three Primes that had entered the inn. One of the Tieflings in the inn, the one who kept on tapping his spear, joined the three.

"Another firewine, barkeep. And some fireseeds as well."
He passed the man a stinger and a couple of coppers. As he waited for his drink, he looked back at the room.

A strange white creature was standing alongside the rogue at the table where some berks were playing card games. The elf recognised the creature as an Ethergaunt, as he had, on multiple occasions, read books about the Ethereal. A plane he had once visited. He wondered why he had not done so again. A plane of possibility, a great place to mold with his mind.
He also wondered what interest the creature with the porcelain mask had in the box.

Another strange sight. A Rilmani. A Cuprilarch, if he wasn't mistaken. The creature with the coppery skin and the red eyes directed it's wide grin at Shemeska, at whose table he stood. Seemed as if het business with the Efreet was over.

Seemed as though the inn was full of strange cutters this night. Even more so then usual. Something was about to happen. Or, at least, it should. Either way, the elf didn't seem to care. He took his wine and the seeds, and walked back to his table.

Vex looks at Shemeska and her entourage and attempts to read one of her toadies minds.(OOC:generally it's my policy not to mess with anyone elses "character" but I consider the toadies fair game)
Vex gets up and walks over to the table that Shemeska is at and pull out his etherblade. Vex then looks at Shemeska and says "I know you deal in secrets, how I know is not important." Vex takes a seat and continues "I am in need of some sort of anti-scrying device and am willing to trade the secret of how to make an etherblade for it."

The old man happily chatted with the growing group of people near the bar, when the tall white creature with the tall-tale mask walked into the Fortune's Wheel.

Edward's eyes suddenly flashed with a look of angry recognition. Them! he thought to himself as he reached under his jacket to make sure his revolver was still in it's holster. He slowly took his hand off his gun and tried to mantain a calm and friendly face so as not to alarm the two other primes that were with him. They didn't know the true dark on these creatures. Nobody did. Only the top-level officials in the British, Chinese, U.S. and Russian governments knew how close the Earth came to total destruction because of the Khen-Zai.

The professor reached up and touched what seemed to be a tiny scar on his left temple, mostly hidden by wrinkles now. If that thing decided to make thralls out of the people in this establishment, things could get ugly fast. The sliver of metal that the russians install in Davis' brain would protect him from enslavement but he knew from experience that enslavement was only one out of dozens of things those genocidial monsters could do.

He started looking for various exit he could escape through. Before the creature started reading minds...

"Something about the white guy over there scare you, Edward? He doesn't seem all that bad, but if you need help with anything, by all means... I'm willing to protect/help/aid you, whatever you need."

Edward turned back to Rrodek all of his distress seemed to completely melt off his face as if was never there in the first place. The old man donned a cheerful smile and patted the lich on the back, "Oh, it's nothing important. Just remembering some old business," he chuckled and changed the subject. "I can't say that I know your species. Are you a local?"

Bar

Lok stepped between Edward and the creature. His spear taking a much more defensive position, but not one outwardly hostile. He was confident in his abilities, but there was no need to fight if it could be avoided. No need to smash windows when a door was unlocked.

"Does this cutter pose a threat, sir?" he questioned

"Whoah there! Whoever you are, I assure you I pose no imminent threat nor have any intent of harm towards Edward here."

*Rrodek nods.*

"Ah... ok. I see exactly what you're saying and understand your feelings. I have only heard of his ilk, but none the less...."

Taking small drinks of his ale Jack watched as a situation unfolded. A modron likly rouge, a gnoll, a human, and some other creature seemed on the edge of getting into a fight. Slighty amused Jack watched as it started to unfold wondering whether, if, and when he might get involved after all he was working.

The rogue doesn't flinch a bit....but then again, it never does.

"Statement processed. Warning: Your actions are premature. Reiteration: Said ethergaunt poses no threat to you or your charge. There is only a 1.2% chance (give or take .05) that Designation Vex will react in a hostile manner. Please be advised: Designation Lok will have attacked designation Vex without provocation. Further advisement: Nordom WILL assist said Ethergaunt if you attack without provocation."

The rogue's eyes dialate and shrink before it responds.

"Statement processed. Gratitudes. Nordom had no desire for combat with a stranger. Processing.....can Nordom purchase an alcoholic liquid refreshment for you?"

You get the feeling the rogue's trying to be polite, but it just hasn't mastered the subtleties quite yet.

Jack watched silently as the group seemed to have claimed themselves down without a fight. A little surprising considering the tiefling he must be up to something else to back away from a fight. He never completely understood how Shemeska kept her Tieflings in line but he assumed it had something to do with brute force one of the few things the bastard plane touched creatures really understood. Though there could be exceptions as he smiled to himself and remembered alvahana a nice little serving girl he met in Curst. Now that girl knew how to have a good time and make an excellent traveling companion.

Bar

Lok releases his aggressive stance, the demonic features blending back into his smooth, handsome face. Turning away from the 'robot' and its companion, he nods to his charge.

"If that is your wish, sir" he stated. Turning back to Nordom he said, "Your offer is accepted. Wine."

Lok merely raises an eyebrow to the laughing half-elf. Until his sword comes into play, he was of no concern to the teifling.

The rogue looked at the older gentelman as its eyes dialated, seeming to focus on him.

"Apologies, but your statement is 100% inaccurate. Nordom is a NOT modron.....accessing.....a rogue modron. Modrons are exemplars of LAW.....native to Mechanus.....no individuality. Nordom managed to attain individuality by breaking away from THE SOURCE of modron energy."

Nordom turns its attention back to the now much calmer teifling.

"Request processed. Query: What kind of wine do you desire? Red or white?"