The Gypsies of the Wheel belong to one of the oldest organisations on earth. They were born in India in ancient times when such an elaborate word as “Etheromancy” was still unknown, even before the castes that would later shape Hindu society appeared.
   At that time, members of the Wheel were cast away because the magic they used was far too strange. Their traditions recall the pain of exile, but also the pride of being free. Close to the forces of nature, they have travelled many long journeys, watching mankind spreading its cities and trying to tame forces that may well fight back some day.
   The elders who had to flee their original cradle divided into two branches because of a dispute called the Separation. The ones wandered off to Egypt and settled there, while the others chose European climes, where they never could really settle.
   The Egyptian branch brought its practical knowledge of Ether to locals, which every member of the Wheel now bitterly regrets. From this knowledge stems the most evil science of Ancient Egypt – obsession with immortality, refusal of death. The Cult, in a manner of speaking, properly originates from this ancient sorcery.
   The growing power of this brotherhood in the British Empire brought about a large migration of European Gypsies to London; the corruption of the natural order repeatedly wrought by necromancers has to be stopped by all means and without further ado. War is openly declared between the Wheel and the Necromancers.  The freeing of the Black Pharaoh and his coming to England, far from the charms that held him prisoner, is a real catastrophe.
   But elders fear that the worst may be yet to come. If British people is not aware of this, it is unlikely that Gypsies will give them any sort of warning. Gorgios will always be Gorgios. The people of the Wheel will do their duty, acting freely by themselves. Some, however, are contemplating the possibility of looking for allies, but they are a minority.
   As for their ties with the British upper class, they are distant at best, as any ties between misfits and elites. Deviants, on the other hand, are socially closer to Gypsies, but their passivity or corruption is often sickening to the latter. A member of the Wheel will never disown its origins and will defy anyone trying to forbid him to breathe free air. To the Gypsies, mutants are merely the dregs of a corrupt society, and they should not be pitied. The Gypsies understand the aspects of Faery better than most people, and above all they know how to keep away from its undesirable effects ; they secretly laugh at British people’s fondness for fairies.
   Because of their long-standing traditions, because of their numerous contacts around the world and their ability to manipulate Ether long before anybody else, the Gypsies of the Wheel believe they are the best-informed people, and often rightly so. Long ago did their ancestors left the shores of the Indus, and nobody has ever managed to stop them from going wherever they wanted.