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Message: <blockquote data-quote="LordAspen" data-source="post: 1970917" data-attributes="member: 27723">Rhys found the journey to the Hive to be quite an interesting experience. The pure diversity of the inhabitants of Sigil was quite staggering. An interplanar Crossroads indeed! The Fey-Touched was not nearly as shocked as his companions believed by the appearances of those their path crossed. He had after all spent decades living among the equally fantastic fairie folk. What was unbelievable to him, however, was the fact that mortal enemies somehow coexisted in this place.  “The Lady and her Dabus must be powerful indeed to be able to keep the order. It is no wonder Jurden tries to keep a low profile when the Dabus are present” the Fey-Touched thought to himself.  Rhys was beginning to think that might not be such a bad idea. Content to let the nimble halfling range ahead and letting the big Ghaele carve a path through the crowds, Rhys was able to ponder his situation a bit. The mysterious planar disturbance that occurred while traveling the Faerie cross roads and dropped him here was quite perplexing. He had used that Fey pathway for years without event. The fact that he was on his way to the Gathering when the irregularity had occurred was troubling. A Gathering is only called when some danger is posed to an entire Fey Enclave and can only be issued by emissaries of the Seelie Court currently ruled by King Oberon and Queen Tatiana.  Rhys could only guess that it had something to do with their opposite, the wicked Unseelie court. Stranded as he was in Sigil, Rhys shrugged and figured he would make the best of it for now. He was after all on his way to a party.*****“You see Jurden, my friend, it wasn’t the absurd tree sticking out of that things back that got me so, it was the damn squirrels. If only you could have seen where they were trying to hide their nuts!” Rhys loudly blurted out in laughter. “You know this stuff tastes a lot better now. I think I might have another…”Taking another big swig from his now nearly empty turtle shell the green haired man looked about for a refill. “Either of you want a refill? I’m buy…Hey look, Fey Folk! I think I’ll go mosey on over and chat with them. Looks like there might be a couple of gamers over there.” His gaze directed at a couple of the female persuasion,  “Maybe I can line something up for ya, Andarin. What say ye?”With that Rhys refills his turtle shell, smoothes his long green coat, ruffles his hand through his unruly hair and staggers over to a group of the Fey. When he arrives he introduces himself tries to glean any additional information about this evening’s festivities or any other news of import from them.  If any are bubbers and are interested in a swag of his brew Rhys demands that they dance a jig while reciting a racy poem. Unsurprisingly the truly exceptional looking ladies earn themselves a double and a wink.{OOC: Darn you beat me to my post. Sorry took so long. Was sick last night and was tied up in meetings this morning}</blockquote>

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