OOC: I decided to start this thread over, since the old one died out, and I couldn't bear to leave it. As mentioned before, the story of the aasimar boy will come about as the thread progresses.
IC: A hard, stinging rain pelts the streets of Sigil as a figure in a waterproof cloak enters a large domed building. Several feet above the polished wood and steel doors is a large sign that says 'Torque's Casino'.
Just as the sign says, an upscale casino lays beyond the doors. The floor is covered in lush carpet decorated with patterns of geometric shapes, while the walls are made of a white-veined gray marble. There are many games of chance available, from simple shell games to gnome-built slot machines. On the east side of the room is a large stage. Currently, it is only occupied by a grand piano, but several patrons can be seen sitting at tables, in booths, and on couches located in the shallow pit at the center of the casino, occasionally looking at the stage in anticipation. The pit is surrounded by a simple brass railing, and the entrance is graced by a maitre'd's stand made from the same marble as the walls. Stairs leading to the hotel rooms on the floors above can be found on the north and west sides room, while doors leading to the public restrooms and 'employee only' rooms are scattered about all four sides of the room.
As the figure enters he is immediately greeted by a young halfing woman. "Welcome to Torque's Casino. I'm Cora, the official greeter" She bows politely before looking at the figure, who has now removed the waterproof cloak, revealing that there are actually two beings. One is a male echideneco tiefling, as can be seen by his serpentine lower half and his four arms. Two of the arms hold a frightened-looking aasimar child. "Ah, Mr. Takouba! Going on another expedition for the Sensates?" The tiefling shakes his head sadly, looking at Cora with amethyst-colored eyes "Not this time...I'm taking this boy to Arborea tomorrow, where he'll be safe"
"I see...I'm guessing you'll want your usual suite?"
Takouba nods "I also heard that Lady Asita is performing here this week"
"Yes, the first show of the evening should be starting soon. Will you be attending?"
"Of course" The tiefling smiles slightly, then heads over to the lounge area in front of the stage. He is obviously a frequent patron, as the maitre'd, a smoke genasi, bows politely and leads him to a luxurious booth close to the stage, where he sets the boy down beside him and orders drinks himself and the boy.
Suddenly was a word that lost it's importance on Sigil quite swiftly. Something or someone was always sudenly falling into being from nowhere, or suddenly surrounded by a dozen armed men, or suddenly bouncing from life threatening situation to life threatening situation. In this case, suddenly was a six-foot tall figure of a wiry build who staggered loudly into Torque's Casino from the outside.
Dripping with wet and shaking with cold the figure appears to be a coal colored elf of the Drow variety, but he is unlike any Drow that has been seen on Sigil's streets before. Clad only in a rough-hewn knee-length kilt the Drow is skyclad and covered in dark purple tattoos that are hard to trace on his skin. His hair is a wildly writhing mass of anemic colored dreadlocks, and, besides the white dragonscale gauntlet on his left arm the only things on his person of real note appear to be a large rock stained with dry blood and a massive two-handed greatsword strapped to his back by a bandoleer.
Standing up to his full hieght from an ungainly hunch, the elf sends his wet locks flying, spraying water everywhere. Looking around as though he doesn't smell of wet fur, nor that he has a distinctly uncouth appearance he spies Cora and grins widely revealing a mouth full of filed teeth. His red eyes light up with delight at the sight of the halfling and he runs his tongue across his fanglike smile before he speaks.
"Evenin' lassie, care fer a snog an' an ale? I'm kinna' lost and mayhap ye'd like to 'elp me find my way, an' a couple of other things while yer at it?"