Mr Wines

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"To the wicked and the wise! To the hungry and the sharp!"[1]

"Trade in anything drinkable comes under the jurisdiction of Mr Wines. Though it can't be bothered with water. Entertainment, music and the business of the ladies of the evening are also its domain. There's supposed to be some sort of dispute about dreams."[2]

Mr Wines is an extravagant and indulgent Curator who serves as a Master of the Bazaar.

Party On[edit | edit source]

Known for entertaining guests at huge revels, this Master in charge of the trade in all things drinkable, including medicine and excluding water.[2] It also oversees the sex trade, with a particular interest in the Parlour of Virtue.[3] As one of the more accessible Masters, it is out and about in London relatively frequently.[4] Most of the time, though, it conducts business through its favored servant, Jervaise.[5] It is in charge of a group of dancing beauties who are often misattributed by zailors to Mr Veils.

Though Mr Wines is not known for its misdeeds, it and Mr Cups drove the Watchmaker's Daughter, a talented craftswoman whose toys came alive, to suicide.[6] Mr Wines is also London's most notorious cheque-skipper, and has a reputation for leaving others holding the bill for parties here and there.[7][8] It also sells harmful substances under the label of "absinthe", including one that aids "a friend and colleague."[9][10]

Mr Wines appeared as the Cloaked Emissary in Surface Karakorum in The Silver Tree,[11][12], was known as the Khan of Dreams during the time of the Fourth City,[13] and is called M. Mourvèdre in visions of a possible future Paris.[14] In the Sunless Skies timeline, to the Cult of the Sanctified at Avid Horizon, it is the Crowned Saint, or alternatively the Crowned and Crimson: the King of Saints.[15][16]

Ozymandias[edit | edit source]

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"WE SAT AMONGST THE STARS. WE ENTERTAINED TRADERS FROM DISTANT SUNS. WE OPENED GATES. WE BROKERED FATES. WE COUNTED CITIES IN OUR PALM LIKE COINS."[17]

A WORD, BROKEN

Mr Wines was once a Merchant-King of unimaginable power and privilege, whose domain stretched across the High Wilderness.[18] Called a "cosmic monarch," the authority it wielded was nigh incomparable; its will was law, its desires were instantly fulfilled, and its wealth defied calculation.[19] And of course, it held revels on an interplanetary scale, with a degree of excess that made its current debaucheries look like a birthday party.[20] Courtiers of every kind flocked to its court, pleading to be elevated above their station in exchange for worshipful devotion.[21] The arrogant Merchant King promised them both ascension and affection,[22] but failed to keep those promises, if it ever intended to at all.[23] Eventually its empire crumbled; it lost everything, and was cast down from glory by a mob of those it had betrayed with false promises. Now it drinks, to drown the memory of its fall from grace in endless intoxication.[24]

There is a notable amount of stellar imagery associated with Mr Wines' past as the Merchant-King. Its kingdom "sat amongst the stars,"[25] its courtiers revolved in its "royal orbit,"[26] it sat upon "a throne whose seat is a sunrise,"[27] and if we take its words literally, it may have been able to manipulate smaller celestial bodies like comets and asteroids.[28] As such, the Merchant-King may have been a Judgement or a being of similar stature, but there is no explicit confirmation or further evidence of its prior status.

References[edit | edit source]

  1. https://twitter.com/Mr_Wines/status/548162607094706176
  2. 2.0 2.1 Sidebar Snippets, Fallen London
  3. Enquire at the Parlour of Virtue, Fallen London "I am Jervaise [...] I believe you've been asking questions about my employer. A certain... Master of the Bazaar? [...] that rosary of yours raised a red flag." [Editor's note: Jervaise is Mr Wines' head butler. The rosary is associated with Sinning Jenny.]
  4. ...an incognito Master?, Fallen London
  5. Mr Wines is holding a sale!, Fallen London
  6. Go back to the Albino Rat, Fallen London
  7. Supply the revel with the necessaries, Fallen London
  8. Extracting the payment, Fallen London
  9. Tell her everything, Fallen London
  10. An exposé on the dangers of Absinthe, Fallen London
  11. The Emissary's Secrets: Ambush, Silver Tree "'My cohorts and I would buy this city. We want to take it somewhere it would live forever. The story of the Princess, the Sculptor, and their love is delicious.'"
  12. The Fate of the City: I threw my lot in with the Emissary, The Silver Tree "In fact, you may call me by my name from now on. Address me as Mr Wines, if you please." [Editor's note: "Mr" is anachronistic and used for the reader's convenience, but I cannot confirm whether William of Rubruck (The Silver Tree's player character) would have used the Old French Sire or Seignur, or the Middle Dutch Mijnhere.]
  13. A long-ago burglar?, Fallen London "That, there, looks like the Bazaar, and that's Mr Wines' spire. The label reads 'THE KHAN OF DREAMS'. A route is marked in the tunnels."
  14. Lost in Reflections, Fallen London "In the Neath, [M. Mourvèdre] was called Mr. Wines."
  15. Give an Offering, Sunless Skies "Too much of the Crowned Saint's vintage!"
  16. The crowning of the saints, Sunless Skies ""To learn the names of our final three, you must indulge!" You gulp your way through the swirling scarlet depths of the chalice. [...] "There now. All shall be well. You have met the last of them: the Saint of the Silk Road and the Saint of Chalices, and the Crowned and Crimson: the King of Saints!""
  17. Cricket, Anyone?, Fallen London
  18. Cricket, Anyone?, Fallen London "TO CHART OUR KINGDOM'S BORDERS, DRAW A CIRCLE FROM THE FIRST STAR TO THE LAST. [...] THEN DRAW A CIRCLE BACK AGAIN. [...] CREATION. DESTRUCTION. BEHOLD. [...] HOW MAJESTY IS MADE."
  19. Cricket, Anyone?, Fallen London "WE COULD POINT. WE COULD SAY: BRING IT HERE. AND IT WAS DONE. Mountains uprooted. Poles reversed. Continents plucked and civilisations displaced. [...] WE SAT AMONGST THE STARS. WE ENTERTAINED TRADERS FROM DISTANT SUNS. WE OPENED GATES. WE BROKERED FATES. WE COUNTED CITIES IN OUR PALM LIKE COINS."
  20. Cricket, Anyone?, Fallen London "ALL THINGS WERE LIGHT AND LOVE. [...] NOW POUR THE WINE. It pours [...] into a thousand yawning mouths, across a thousand horizons. LET OUR SUBJECTS REVEL. Dignitaries pass you [...] their lips red with red wine. Bubbles rise from champagne seas. Things with wings, and things with diamond eyes, and things with tongues longer than time, present themselves to kiss your hand. [...] WE REVELLED FOREVER."
  21. Cricket, Anyone?, Fallen London "WE COULD RAISE OUR SCEPTRE AND RAISE UP THE BASEST SLAVE TO THE HIGHEST TETRARCH. Entire peoples grovel at a throne whose seat is a sunrise. [...] THEY QUEUED ACROSS THE AURORA TO BEG OUR AUDIENCE. WE GAVE OUR WORD THAT WE WOULD MAKE THEM GODS. THEY GAVE US EVERYTHING."
  22. Cricket, Anyone?, Fallen London "[...] WE WERE SURROUNDED BY BEAUTY. OUR FAVOURITES WE GAVE ASTEROIDS. WE DRAPED THEIR THROATS WITH JEWELS [...] WE PROMISED WE WOULD LOVE THEM FOREVER. WE GAVE OUR WORD. WE GAVE THEM WINE. THEY GAVE US EVERYTHING."
  23. Cricket, Anyone?, Fallen London "THEY GAVE US EVERYTHING. AND WE – AND WE – Mr Wines sobs. It is a sob that [...] calls a cosmic monarch to account. Hordes swindled, deceived, rise around the merchant king who gave a word that meant less than nothing. Armies. Legions. Defrauded. Starlight blades, and sunlight shields, and vengeance as red as the final twilight."
  24. Cricket, Anyone?, Fallen London "WE GAVE OUR WORD! WE GAVE OUR WORD! [...] it shrinks and shrinks until it sits before you, trembling: Mr Wines, just Mr Wines [...] fumbling for a bottle to drown out the memories."
  25. Cricket, Anyone?, Fallen London "WE SAT AMONGST THE STARS."
  26. Cricket, Anyone?, Fallen London "COURTIERS REVOLVED IN OUR ROYAL ORBIT."
  27. Cricket, Anyone?, Fallen London Entire peoples grovel at a throne whose seat is a sunrise.
  28. Cricket, Anyone?, Fallen London "OUR FAVOURITES WE GAVE ASTEROIDS. WE DRAPED THEIR THROATS WITH JEWELS THAT WAXED AND WANED. WHEN COMETS BLAZED, WE SNIPPED THEIR SCARLET TAILS […]"