Editing Mr Wines

{{Spoiler}}{{Character
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|image1 = MrWines.png
|caption1 = Mr Wines
|location = [[Fallen London]]
|alias =Khan of Dreams<br>
The Cloaked Emissary<br>
M. Mourvèdre<br>
The Crowned Saint 
|relationships =[[Mr Spices]] (rival) |allegiance=[[The Masters of the Bazaar]]<br>[[The Echo Bazaar]]}}<blockquote>''"To the wicked and the wise! To the hungry and the sharp!"''<ref>https://twitter.com/Mr_Wines/status/548162607094706176</ref></blockquote><blockquote>''"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."''<ref name="sidebar">{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Sidebar_Snippets|Sidebar Snippets|Fallen London|}}</ref></blockquote>'''Mr Wines''' is an extravagant and indulgent [[Curator]] who serves as a [[Master of the Bazaar]].

==Party On==
Known for entertaining guests at huge revels, this Master in charge of the trade in all things drinkable, including medicine and excluding water.<ref name="sidebar" /> As one of the more accessible Masters, it is out and about in London relatively frequently.<ref name="carnival">{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/...an_incognito_Master%3F|...an incognito Master?|Fallen London|}}</ref> Most of the time, though, it conducts business through its favored servant, [[Jervaise]].<ref>{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Mr_Wines_is_holding_a_sale!|Mr Wines is holding a sale!|Fallen London|}}</ref> 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.<ref name="watchmakers">{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Go_back_to_the_Albino_Rat|Go back to the Albino Rat|Fallen London|}}</ref> 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.<ref>{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Supply_the_revel_with_the_necessaries|Supply the revel with the necessaries|Fallen London|}}</ref><ref>{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Extracting_the_payment|Extracting the payment|Fallen London|}}</ref> It also sells harmful substances under the label of "absinthe", including one that aids "[[The Vake|a friend and colleague]]."<ref>[https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Tell_her_everything ''Fallen London,'' Tell her everything]</ref><ref>[https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/An_exposé_on_the_dangers_of_Absinthe ''Fallen London,'' An exposé on the dangers of Absinthe]</ref>

Mr Wines appeared as the '''Cloaked Emissary''' in [[Surface]] Karakorum in ''The Silver Tree,''<ref>{{Citation|http://silvertree.storynexus.com/|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.'"''</ref><ref>{{Citation|http://silvertree.storynexus.com/|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''<nowiki/>'s player character) would have used the Old French'' Sire ''or'' Seignur'', or the Middle Dutch'' Mijnhere''.]''</ref>, was known as the '''Khan of Dreams''' during the time of the [[Fourth City]],<ref name="khans">{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/A_long-ago_burglar%3F|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."''</ref> and is called '''M. Mourvèdre''' in visions of a possible future Paris.<ref>{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Lost_in_Reflections|Lost in Reflections|Fallen London|}} ''"In the Neath, [M. Mourvèdre] was called Mr. Wines."''</ref> 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''.''<ref name="give an offering">{{Citation|https://sunlessskies.gamepedia.com/The_Jolly_Anchorite|Give an Offering|Sunless Skies|}}''"Too much of the Crowned Saint's vintage!"''</ref><ref name="crowning saints">{{Citation|https://sunlessskies.gamepedia.com/The_Jolly_Anchorite|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!""''</ref>
==Ozymandias==
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<blockquote>''"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."''<ref>[https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Cricket,_Anyone%3F_(Story) Cricket, Anyone?, ''Fallen London'']</ref></blockquote>
[[File:Ring broken.png|thumb|A WORD, BROKEN]]
Mr Wines was once a merchant-king of unimaginable power and privilege, whose domain stretched across the [[The High Wilderness|High Wilderness]].<ref>[https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Cricket,_Anyone%3F_(Story) Cricket, Anyone?, ''Fallen London''] ''"TO CHART OUR KINGDOM'S BORDERS, DRAW A CIRCLE FROM THE FIRST STAR TO THE LAST. Planets crash and splinter in the words as you listen. THEN DRAW A CIRCLE BACK AGAIN. Confetti falls, each speck a galaxy. You are dewy with mornings that dawn over a thousand horizons. Trade winds roar through stellar ports, through sinews in your flesh. CREATION. DESTRUCTION. BEHOLD. [...] HOW MAJESTY IS MADE."''</ref> Though not a [[Judgement]], the authority it wielded was nigh comparable; its will was law, its desires were instantly fulfilled, and its wealth defied calculation.<ref>[https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Cricket,_Anyone%3F_(Story) 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. You can hear tectonic plates break in each syllable. You can hear great beasts of burden wail beneath the weight of their transport. You can hear gold actually glitter. 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."''</ref> 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.<ref>[https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Cricket,_Anyone%3F_(Story) Cricket, Anyone?, ''Fallen London''] ''"ALL THINGS WERE LIGHT AND LOVE. All things are light and love. NOW POUR THE WINE. It pours, it pours, into a thousand yawning mouths, across a thousand horizons. LET OUR SUBJECTS REVEL. Dignitaries pass you, drifting through the speech, their skin stardust, 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. They eat moonbeams. They drink daylight. They dance. WE REVELLED FOREVER."''</ref> Courtiers of every kind flocked to its court, pleading to be elevated above their station in exchange for worshipful devotion.<ref>[https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Cricket,_Anyone%3F_(Story) 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. Lords with flashing eyes, ladies with floating hair, knights kneeling to pledge endless fealty. You count them in your mind's eye, as their numbers are announced, and numbers lose meaning. THEY STRETCHED FROM YESTERDAY TO TOMORROW. THEY QUEUED ACROSS THE AURORA TO BEG OUR AUDIENCE. WE GAVE OUR WORD THAT WE WOULD MAKE THEM GODS. THEY GAVE US EVERYTHING."''</ref> The arrogant Wines promised them both ascension and affection,<ref>[https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Cricket,_Anyone%3F_(Story) Cricket, Anyone?, ''Fallen London''] ''"BEAUTY. PASSION. MORE BEAUTY. WE WERE SURROUNDED BY BEAUTY. OUR FAVOURITES WE GAVE ASTEROIDS. WE DRAPED THEIR THROATS WITH JEWELS THAT WAXED AND WANED. WHEN COMETS BLAZED, WE SNIPPED THEIR SCARLET TAILS TO FASHION GARTERS BRIGHTER THAN BRIGHTNESS ITSELF. WE PROMISED WE WOULD LOVE THEM FOREVER. WE GAVE OUR WORD. WE GAVE THEM WINE. THEY GAVE US EVERYTHING."''</ref> but failed to keep those promises.<ref>[https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Cricket,_Anyone%3F_(Story) Cricket, Anyone?, ''Fallen London''] ''"THEY GAVE US EVERYTHING. AND WE – AND WE – Mr Wines sobs. It is a sob that wrenches every lie apart, 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."''</ref> Eventually its empires crumbled; it lost everything, and was cast down from glory. Now it drinks, to drown the memory of its fall from grace in endless intoxication.<ref>[https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Cricket,_Anyone%3F_(Story) Cricket, Anyone?, ''Fallen London''] ''"WE GAVE OUR WORD! WE GAVE OUR WORD! Its crown freezes. Its sceptre crystallises with celestial ice. Its wings enfold its body as it plummets with dead stars, cast into a darkness where love atrophies, where it shrinks and shrinks until it sits before you, trembling: Mr Wines, just Mr Wines at the toasting table, fumbling for a bottle to drown out the memories."''</ref>

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