a mysterious man who lives in the Lady's Ward, this dark-skinned ancient man looks like a piece of human wreckage. His arms are incredibly long, perhaps to mirror his lower extremities-- all eight of them. Gabriel's legs are sinuous, black tentacles that flow along the ground like a film of black oil, shimmering iridescent when peak light strikes them. one of gabriel's hands is likewise replaced, as is a length of his left arm. As he is always cowled, it is difficult to know how far the replacements go, but they snake up across his face like branches of ebon coral, glistening ribboned scars forming an alien tattoo whose meaning is utterly unknown in the Cage. He appeared almost ten years ago, and since then has never left, inhabiting a well kept manor from which he dispenses his trade: sage advice. Many people work for Gabriel, but the movers and shakers of the Cage are mystified as to where he gets his infallible knowledge. Some commonly known facts: Gabriel never breaks, or even twists, his word. Gabriel's information is always 100% accurate, or he doesn't say anything. when he is wrong, he gives a full refund. there is no refund for questions he can't answer, however-- it's a bit of a risk...but it's a warm day in Nessus when he doesn't know a few facts. he will never speculate, however. Gabriel has no loyalty to anyone, and will work for anyone who comes to him. he tells the truth to EVERYONE, a fact that drives cutters barmy. You cannot pay Gabriel in money or magic. he only accepts secrets on a one-to-one ratio. you must pay in advance, by telling your secret Hreshas, his kython servant, who holds the secret in trust until service is fulfilled. Gabriel is an enigma that many investigate, but few have made any headway at all. Perhaps the greatest commentary is that of Shmeshka the Marauder, who will not speak of Gabriel-- at all. She doesn't plot or trade in information on him. And that is a statement that carries weight in the hard streets of Sigil.
© 1996 M. Daisey