The Guild of Honorable Interplanar Entrepreneurs IC

[Stycotl]

Xietzan tilts his head to the side as he recognizes the song that the musician is playing over in the corner. "One of the bards with whom I worked at the college used to play that song often..." He smiles with the slight trip down memory lane.

[Rarkasha]

Syssis

"Yes. If we assume that the staff is working with him, we don't have much choice anyways. At the very least, prepare yourself for the worst, and act with purpose. Oh, that, and try to keep an eye on the tiefling when I talk to the fey." she says, responding to Arzuc.

"Oh. Good to meet you," she says, waving a hand in greeting to the elf-thing as she takes a seat. She crosses her arms across her chest and watches him with an undisguised interest. Her mind sifts through the information in front of her as she watches his breathing, pose, and pupil dilation, looking for any sign of tensing up.

"It's nice of you to prepare a space for us to meet in properly. Some clients, well, we all started somewhere, I guess," She says, letting her voice trail off as she seems to recall earlier days on the Material Plane," Anyhow, I don't suppose you'd like to get down to the brass tacks, as it were?"

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[Stycotl]

Xietzan finally approaches the bar where Alshibb stands. He leans casually against the wood, feeling a little out of his element, as he is more of a scholar than a bar-hopping rogue.

"So, when do you think that they are going to show themselves?" he asks as his eyes study the faces (and magical auras) in the crowd.

[Eldan]

The Black Sails Tavern

Shay laughs, a sound that for some reason doesn't sound as happy as his face seems to be. When he speaks again, the pitch and timbre of his voice seems to have slightly changed.
"Assumptions are good, but control is better, as I say. In fact, I sent someone to check were my letter went and then just put someone there to watch your portal, so I could be ready when you would arrive."
He leans back and suddenly looks a lot more serious than before.
"But let us talk business now. You must understand that the matter I'm asking you about is very, very delicate. Heads might roll, if it is not resolved carefully."
"You see, I am an agent myself, for a group of fae nobles at the court. We fae are immortal, and we have a lot of time on our hands to spend on petty intrigues and vendettas. And this is just about one such intrigue.
At the upcoming Hunt, a nobleman that has plotted against my clients in the past will have the honour to present the prey. The prey, of course, must be a mortal of considerable skill and strenght, otherwise the hunt would not be very amusing.
However, we intend to... exchange the prey. If the prey is not as strong as it should be, the Queen herself will be very upset at the one who presented it. It's considered a personal insult towards the Dark Hunter and, by extension, herself."

The Fortune's Wheel

The Fortune's Wheel is what might pass as a Casino in Sigil, a busy, bustling place, named for it's huge Wheel of Fortune. Every evening, powerful magic items and large amounts of gold are tied to the wheel. But all around it, there are other tables, where one can play cards or dice, and lose or win as much jink as he likes.
The bartender here seems to be a half-elf, with a slight golden tone on his skin, which potentially reveals some upper planar heritage.
This being a place in the richest part of Sigli, which might well also be one of the richest place anywhere, there are barely any people here not radiating any magical auras.
At the table next to you, an Osyluth and an Astral Deva seem to be engaged in a poker match, glaring at each other over their stacks of gold coins. Around them, a whispering crowd has gathered, obscuring much of what is going on further into the room.

[Randomosity]

Arzuc

"I see. I can see why it would be unwise to do this yourself; replacing the prey is likely a worser offense than offering one too weak. There are a few questions that I would prefer answered before we give you any tentative agreement." Arzuc cleared his throat before he continued. "Primarily, how do you want the real prey disposed of and are we to secure the replacement ourselves? Also, if you would, details about this nobleman would be helpful in our decision. We have our own reputation at stake, you realize."

[Stycotl]

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awesome, eldan. thanks.

Xietzan continues to watch the crowd, feasting upon the sights of the magical auras, watching the various outsiders and aliens as they play and drink themselves poor and incoherent. "I prefer my library..." He mutters to himself, feeling so out of place here.

[Stycotl]

bump......

[Eldan]

The Black Sails Tavern:

The fae nobleman nods.
"Certainly. The real prey is a skilled ranger and warrior from the Prime, famous on the pitty little world he is from. He set out to retrieve an Artefact from the lowest caves of Pandemonium, where he was caught. You will replace him with another human, who has been polymorphed into the shape of the ranger and given false magical auras. What you do with the prey is up to you, as long as you can make certain that the prey doesn't return to Pandemonium nor any territory associated with the Unseelie Courts in the Outlands.
"Before the exchange, the prey will be placed into a cage of Cold Iron and Adamantium, which in turn will be place in a cage of magical force. Warding spells, such as circles against various alignments, protection against planar travel and alarms will likely be in place. However, as per the tradtion, no fae may see the prey before the hunt starts. That means during the entire feast, no guards will be in the preys room."
"The Nobleman himself goes by the name Oranai Linael Koratur, while his title, given by the queen, could be translated as "First Assistant of the man on the left of the throne". Not a very important title, I might add. Still, if the hunt is sucessfull, he will most likely be promoted to a much higher position."

The Fortune's Wheel

On the neighbouring table you see the Deva pushing a small pile of platinum coins in the middle of the table with his perfectly shaped golden hand. The bone devil stares at him for a few seconds, his face motionless. The Deva stares back, a calm little smile on his face.
Suddenly, you hear a giggling laugh behind you.
"You know, those two have known each other for ages. Guess they run into each other all the time on Baator. Usually they sit there for hours, just staring at each other. The cards are just something to occupy their hands while they do that."
On a chair that had seemed empty just a moment ago now sits a quasit. His short horns and bony face are mostly hidden beneath a wide, crimson hat, his gaunt body covered by a cloak the same colour. A tiny rapier, barely a grown man's hand in lenght is fastened to the side of his belt.
"Welcome to the Fortune's Wheel. I am Lord Winsome. Excuse my Invisibility, but I wanted to get a look at you first. Now then. May I offer you a drink?"

[Stycotl]

"Water for me, thank you." Xietzan watches the little quasit with curiosity, "I am Xietzan, and this is my friend and associate, Alshibboruth, though I suppose that you already know that."