Torque's Casino (Market Ward)

In through the door comes a being looking like green light trapped in a blue-green glass and gold statue of a muscular armored deva, moving slowly, as if walking underwater, under some unseen resistance, it's translucent face tracing a hollow gaze across the room. Around his head float tiny balls of light, that dance around him like ioun stones, changing colors and direction randomly. For all it's transparence, his expression is just as easily seen through...stark wonder, like a child. He walks to the closest figure and leans to speak.

"Where am I? Are there things here?"

"Singing? I've heard that before, it was wonderful. And you say you have food and drink? That is wonderful too! I was getting hungry, and thirsty too." He digs around in his belts' pouches, the only things on him not made of the strange glass-and-gold composite. "Are you going to want to trade things for these things, or can I borrow them?" He stops for a moment, noticing that he has water running off him. "I have been 'rained on'. Does that make me one of the just or one of the unjust?"

"Amazing...and now it appears I am one or the other. I wonder which?" He scoops his hands into one of the heavier belt pouches and comes out with several coins. "Will you accept these things in trade? For food and drink and singing, I mean. I have a great many, and they don't appear to be very useful, though they are rather pretty. You seem pretty, would you like some? They tell me people here can't get what they want when they want it..." He digs in another pouch and pulls out a bejewelled necklace, not worth much, probably mostly fake, but rather pretty. With a smile he hands it to Cora and clasps her hands around it gently. His hands are warm, but also strangely cold, like grasping a glass of warm drink. "Here you go, pretty one. I'm sure to remember how to make more of them by the time I want another." With that, he floats inside, his tiny transparent wings, like shards of glass in strange arrays, fluttering behind him...

"The materials here seem so nice. I think I will exist here for a while. Oh, those people are drinking!" With a near-gasp of excitement, the shaz float-walks over to the bar, not far from the pair of planestouched. "I should like very much to drink and eat things, as something inside my shell is pinching painfully, and eating and drinking are fun. He points at his midriff, which is completely glasslike, and betrays no indication of internal organs, only more of the strange light. "Can I have things for eating and drinking? The kenders showed me how. I will trade you these..." He holds up the handfull of coins again, this time to the two patrons, then to the bartender, then towards the distant halfling. "Am I doing this right?" As he speaks, a Krynnish platinum piece hits the floor and rolls away, and the strange glassy, angelic being doesn't seem to really notice.

(BTW, this guy's name is Phadus, he's a Shaz, and his write-up's in the character file, on page 3. Think like the Solonavi, from Mage Knight...trained by kender. Kender sorcerers. He's a cross between a walking wild-magic zone and a Radiance Quasielemental, with what passes for native outsider traits at the moment. The race is posted in the Creative Contributions area. Makes more sense then. Kinda.)

"Table...oh, I know what those are. The place where people sit." He looks around, and spies an open one, then turns his transparent head back when they tell him where to sit. "Takouba...what is a 'Takouba'? If they are nice, I want to exist with them for a time. And does the Takouba have a menu? And if I sit with the Takouba, am I then not at an empty table? You said I had to be at an empty table to get foods." The poor Shaz is terribly confused, it seems. As he looks around, a few more coins clatter to the floor and roll away. The balls of light around him all turn red and bounce in midair in the direction of the coins, and Phadus' eyes open wide. "My coins! The materials need those to trade!" As he grabs for the rolling coins, twenty or thirty more fall from his outstretched hands, clattering everywhere. "Stupid gravity!" He smirks, and floats a few inches off the floor, magic coalescing around his fingertips as he spreads his fingers wide at shoulder level, arms out wide like a cross...

The Shaz speaks in loud Celestial, "All of you coins get back here now!" and points at his belt pouch. His hands flare with power, and the coins on the floor pop onto their edges and roll to him, then hop into the bag as if animated. He looks over and takes the coins from the tiefling and smiles at him as he puts them away. "Thank you, Takouba. I would be happy to sit with you now that my things are back in my pouches. I keep forgetting about the gravity here." He then walks over to the table with the tiefling and sits in an available chair, and wonders what a menu looks like.

Just then the door opens again, and a short cloaked figure walks in. Pulling back his hood you see he has a long grey beard which is soaking wet now, and a dour dwarven face looking around the casino curiously. He seems dressed for travel, with a large backpack on, and muddy boots. The one interesting thing about that is while one of his boots is normal, the other is an oversized one, made out of articulated metal. He walks up to the maitre'd's stand with a slight limp, and waits to be greated.

O.C.C. don't let me interupt, continue your conversation and get to me when the oppertunaty presents itself.

"Thanks." And then flips her a sliver piece, and heads off in the general direction that she pointed, probably not sitting to close to the stage, but at this point he is tired enough to sit anywere there is a space open for him.

While waiting for someone to take his order, he casualy glances around the room, once again, and then procedes to look for somthing edible on the menue {Bars in this town are always risky}

collin.

Oren, looking distractedly towards the unusual gentelman who (i'm pretty sure) just refered to me as 'material' says "Yeah, sure, i'll have some-thing with meat, and potatoes if you got 'em." Still looking at the light show, he amends his order, "Nothing weird, no demon flesh stew or anything. Dead cow if you got it, or at least somthing close. Crazy city."

"Arborea...eladrin...those sound interesting. Will you be splitting up then, once he is home? It would take a lot of magic to be able to talk to you whenever you wanted if you were far away from each other." He looks at the server. "Kender food, please."

"Kender food. Like human food. Nuts and cheese and bread and meat and milk and juice and..." He looks at her, then at the pair. "Alright. I'll keep you two until he gets home, and then I'll keep you, and leave him there. I should have remembered how to speak from far away by now, and certainly will have remembered by then."

"Alright, but I don't know why she can't understand me...I'm speaking the same language, right? Or did I cast a translation spell just on me without thinking?"

"Then order for me. I can't understand this."

"Nuts and cheese and bread and meat and milk and juice. How is that having to guess? I thought 'or' meant a choice. Oh well." He turns his eys, and looks at the radiance genasi. "Oh...that one looks a little like me..."