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Anne Andrews the Veteran Harm 0 / 00 / 00 Corruption 0/5 Mortal 2 Night Power Wild quote:FARGATE is under new leadership, and new funding. Smith and the Dragon can no longer be trusted with sovereignty. The Tax Man is coming to collect, but he wants information. He's willing to pay for it. They transfer you a generous advance, enough to set yourself up anywhere in the city, a list of contacts, and a list of bounties. Huh...that's quite the wishlist. And quite the advance. Did FARGATE luck in to War On Terror money or something? I was half expecting a sniper or US Marshals with a warrant, but this is interesting. Probably going to get me in trouble, maybe so deep I can't weasel out of it. I head back to my car (2015 Landcruiser, slightly scratched and dented from rough use) and look over the contacts file. They don't have Kifah or Cassie on here - good. The kid is my asset not theirs (and I'd like to keep it that way), the wolf-girl hasn't got herself in trouble with the Feds yet. The list is mostly bit players, a blood doll here, a hedge wizard there. Still, it's a start. Wait. Scrabble back through that list of demands. Horseman. That's who was sending me cryptic messages. I don't know what that means and I'm clearly supposed to. If they're a big deal they'll probably be meeting Dragon tonight, but I don't have an invite or a gift. Of course, all that means is I need to find someone with both and relieve them of it. Let's see if this list of contacts is worth the rapidly dissolving microfiche it's printed on. Dafid Kwyberfell...looks like an artifact dealer and occasional grave-robber. Hole in the wall shop in the international district. Let's go see if he's home. Hitting the Streets (power) to find someone with a way in to the party that I can beg/borrow/steal: Hit the Streets: Power: 2d6 9 Dafid is juggling his own problems. On the way I text Kifah (don't shake your head at me, I only look at the phone at red lights) quote:hey kid I park off the street and grab my .357 out of the glovebox and put it in my shoulder holster before entering the little store. I'm not expecting trouble, but you never know with wizard poo poo.
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Anne Andrews "Heeeey buddy!" Dafid Kwyberfell drawls. He's sitting on a stool in the flooded out remains of his once glorious store. Ancient garbage strewn about the place. It's not just water damage, looks like somebody looted the place. "Here to laugh at my pathetic excuse for wards breaking under a stiff wind? Or are you here to get my poo poo back!" What do you do? --- Cassie     Markus, Misty-Pie, Sarah, and Jeff raise their glasses to you. Jeff clears his throat, "Actually, I graduate last quarter. I have a brand new degree in Philosophy and Political Science! I'm sure the jobs will roll in! Our work was made significantly easier thanks to the Knights of Seattle, they gave a lot of support and our goals align almost perfectly. They are very catholic though, and as an atheist..." Markus interrupts, "Yeah, U-Dub got flooded a bit on the east side but the University takes care of itself, they'll open again soon." Misty-Pie saddles up to you, "Ya wanna roll?" Sarah eats her steak and doesn't make eye contact. What do you do? --- Martin Beck You head down to the sewers. With your warning the Poor Princess managed to evacuate east of GGS. The Forsaken Hole is now her undisputed base of operations. As you scramble through the now familiar tunnel, you come upon something closer to a refugee camp than a bar. The monsters eye you from their makeshift dens. They look lean, and hungry, but none show aggression. They know the touch of the Princess' favor. A scarred and twisted ghost floats up to you and silently takes your hand. It leads you deeper, into the audience chamber. The Poor Princess herself sits in the floor of the large room, cleaned of its gruesome carrion. She's sewing a tattered blanket with lines of green mucus. A giant crocodile man trundles to you, "what business do you have with my princess!" The Princess' blank eyes raise to meet yours. What do you do? --- Kifah You stride into the club, trying your best to look like a regular party girl looking for a good time. The club is crowded, over-crowded even, so you manage to make it pretty deep. You spot Lyrica sitting nervously in the corner. But before you can get there, a young man steps in front of you and gets uncomfortably close. "Fly with me!" he shouts over the music, he sticks out his tongue to flash an unswallowed pill and then moves to stick it down your throat. You feel someone restraining your arms from behind, and the cold scaly skin cues you in that it's a vampire. They must be drugging the party-goers and then feeding on them. What do you do?
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Anne Andrews the Veteran Harm 0 / 00 / 00 Corruption 0/5 Mortal 2 Night Power Wild I shake my head at the question and pick up a piece of (nice, but clearly counterfeit) Cheyenne pottery, brush a little dirt off and put it back on the shelf. "One relic to another, Dafid, I'm didn't come here for either. I need to get into the Dragon's little gathering tonight, and I figured you might have got an invitation. Maybe even a present for the old lizard, although if you were keeping it in here that might be a problem. I can pay cash, or maybe you'd prefer I help track down your inventory?" Figure Someone Out: 2d6+2 8 How can I get Dafid to give me his invitation and gift? What is he worried will happen?
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Maxine Wei Harm 0 00 00 - Corruption 3/5 - Mortal Night(x) Power Wild(x) "Oh, you know how it is. There are some things that are hard to run away from." I sigh rather audibly. "I wish I had time to trade quips, but I've got things that need to get done. By any chance, did you get an invite to the Dragon's party tonight? Because if you did, I might have something to trade. I need eyes on the White King on the inside of that party. You want to stop the apocalypse and I can help with that." I smirk to no one in particular, but it feels appropriate. "I'm not just talking about trying to put back whatever's in me, although I assume that's step one. In case you've been under a rock, I've got an actual army here. I just need to cut the head off the vampire trying to stake me, and I can worry about something else for a while. You're probably wondering why I'm being so direct, but it's mostly because I don't have the time to chit-chat. I'm not asking for anything other than eyes and ears here."
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Maxine Wei Harm 0 00 00 - Corruption 3/5 - Mortal Night(x) Power Wild(x) "I want nothing to do with that party. It's personal, it's politics, but you don't show up to a dragon's party looking for a fight, that's a good way to end up a pile of ash. I just want to know when he leaves, so that I can end this. Decisively." I pause for a moment. "Not saying there won't be blood, just not blood at the party."
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Martin Beck Corruption Countdown: 9 Martin hardly registers the gruff crocodile man's gruff inquiry. The bottomless pits of the Poor Princess's eyes bore straight through him. Once upon a time their minds had touched. More intimately than any physical contact he had perceived for who she was past her facade of decay and squalor. He knew she was a caring creature, one who looked after her court carefully. Still Martin wasn't so sure he could trust her court the same way he trusted her. "I seek safe passage. An escort through our ruined city to the space needle and safely out again. You might say a bodyguard. If I might impose I also seek a private audience with the Princess." Martin is calling in a debt with the Poor Princess looking for some help to deal with this Space Needle situation. If he can get a private audience he will tell her what he knows about Smith and his current weakness, how he slaughtered the Native Americans, the vengeful skinshifter and how he doesn't want to get absorbed into the little wizard heaven prison. He hopes she can help him escape from Smith and that he could work to strengthen her position in the city.
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Martin Beck She dismisses the crocodile and motions you over. She gestures to her throat and makes a kind of empty squeak. When you get close enough, she touches her forehead to you, and you feel the psychic link again. You share your news, and your conundrum. Smith is dangerous. Power, caution, and intellect. But he does not understand the bond of the Underthings. It is older than him. We could protect you, perhaps. But we are forsaken things, cursed things, our darkness would invade your heart. The Fae can protect, and corrupt, as we can. Beware, Smith plans well, a builds with a strong foundation. If you do not want his Heaven, you may reject it. But... Your mind flashes back to your contract, the words pouring through your mind. They stop at a clause, it reads a bit like a software contract. The Firm's magical techniques are propreitary, they own them and you have the limited use of them while under contract. [/i]There. To leave him, you must forswear your magic. Abandon it, be as you were before, a man whose power comes from Law and Argument alone, and Smith will have no interest in you. There is another way. He is blind, this is how you have survived. The Vampire stole his sight. The Mortal wounded his soul. It makes him vulnerable. I do not understand the secrets of his power. But there is one who does. His enemy walks among us now. His touch has brought Madness to the dead. They whisper now of the Void King, the Ghost King, the Corruption King. They say it can steal the very nature of things. It can steal Smith's essence, and then you can sit atop the Tower. [/i] As for the Needle, the Leviathan understands its value. The Poison Mistress has made it her home, secured by her mortal slaves. You magic will not avail you, the Tower steals it away. To get there, you can move by stealth above or by force below. The West below is filled with Sea. The Naga rest in those dark waters.. We are stronger than they understand, and can beat them in the dry. I can send some of my strongest to help you. Use them as you will, but know they cannot take the Tower alone. A mound of rotting plant matter shambles from the darkness, and is joined by a nightmarish bug-like monster.   --- Ashley You try to suss out the Fargate people, and you find them... Maybe? You find some people in black suits and sunglasses, and some people in vaguely menacing body armor and fatigues unloading unmarked crates of supplies. A pair of suits approach you.  "Maam, I think you should come with us." He gestures towards a black van. What do you do? --- Maxine Looks like Ashley is on board. With FEMA in town your boys promise to steal something nice for the attack. What do you do? --- The Garriock "Yo man! No need! gently caress!" Winston backs away with his hands up, "The Apple Court was ok for a while before you disappeared, but being down a Jack hurts, and Winter ain't so cool with the fruit. Then Aisling goes a bit crazy over her new mortal and baby boy and she leads a raid on the city wards. City floods, Winter says it's Summer's fault, and now the Goblin King is watching the town personal. He's been nabbing Lords and Ladies all over the place, anyone still in town that might cause trouble. Summer Queen says stay out of it, Winter won the city and we should refocus on Portland, let the Queen of Air and Darkness ruin her toy, place will wither without the other Fae." He shrugs, "I still have 22 more days on my year and a day, so I'm stuck in this hell hole." What do you do? --- Anne Andrews "Deal!" the artifact dealer thrusts out his hand, "get me back my poo poo, and I'll give you a piece that will get you in and make the Old Girl smile." What do you do? --- Kifah Graham They were expecting a pliable party girl, they got a headbutt to the nose and a kick to the junk. You weave through the crowd, they angrily follow, but then they suddenly stop and let you go. You head over the where Lyrica is sitting. She has a notepad and a pen and writes, "Sorry, I sent a text to the Red Lady. She says talented newcomers are always welcome in her establishments." She frowns at the club and down to the pad where she writes again "This place has gone downhill, but I needed a place to hide out. Somewhere I'm not expected. I'm being hunted. The Little Gods can't win a war against Angels. I have what you want. Do you have what I asked for?" You owe the Red Lady a debt for safe passage. You take 1 harm - armor
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Anne Andrews the Veteran Harm 0 / 00 / 00 Corruption 0/5 Mortal 2 Night Power Wild It's almost certainly a mistake to agree to this without knowing who stole the poo poo in the first place, but I'm in a hurry. I take the proffered hand, shake it and look confident. "Alright, tell me everything you know about the theft. Did you see anything? Do you have working CCTV? What information did your wards give you?" thatbastardken fucked around with this message at 02:52 on Oct 22, 2016 |
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Martin Beck The Void King? lots of royalty around these parts. Everyone wanted to be at the top of the heap but Martin just wanted to be able to have a little bit of success and a bit of peace. Was that too much to ask. Well they say the enemy of my enemy is my friend. I've already dealt with the Void King through his skinshifter friend before. Maybe we can work something out so that he takes Smith out of the picture. To be honest I don't even know if I want to remain a wizard. I got caught up in the whole thing by accident mostly. Now I just want to know that I'm not enslaved to a soul sucking super wizard who will hunt me down with extreme prejudice. Thanks for your help with the bodyguards. Maybe I wasn't able help the surface world much but perhaps I can do something to help the underworld. He looked at his new bug and plant companions. "Do you have names? Martin Beck at your surface. Can you lead me to this Void King? Maybe we can work something out." Hit the Streets: 2d6+1 9 Whatever Martin wants is gonna cost more than he anticipated.
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Kifah Graham, the Aware Blood 0, Heart 1, Mind 1, Spirit 0 Mortality 1, Night 0, Power 2, Wild -1 Harm 0/5 Corruption 0/5 'Great. So now I'm in bed with the Red Lady as well. Figuratively speaking, of course. ' The investigator is careful not to let her irritated thoughts, still dripping adrenaline, from showing on her face. She allows herself a noncommital shrug. "If you had to hide, you had to hide, especially if you've go angels on your tail. Still, maybe next time warn me if the place we're meeting at accepts blood donations as entry tickets, yeah?" She keeps an eye on the goddess, studying her reactions. It's hard to trust somebody who set an appointment somewhere dangerous for you and didn't even warn you. Or maybe she just assumed that Kifah could rise to the occasion? Flattering, but improbable. "Yeah, yeah, I got your stuff, don't worry. Let me find it." says the mortal, searching through the internal pockets of her clothes. She doesn't even use external pockets anymore: too easy to swipe something sensitive out of those. She notices that she's got a couple of messages from Grandma, and she grins as she sees the name displayed on the phone. 'Yep, it's still funny' she'll probably skin her if she sees it, but in the meantime it's a good pick me up. Too bad there's no time for answering now. She produces a short list. "Here it is. Every sighting of Versum in the last five days, complete with time, place, and identity of the testimony. At least, all the ones that could reliably be attributed to him. Only the best here at Graham Investigations." She makes sure to keep the list outside Lyrica's reach. "So, whatcha got that'll get me in the Dragon's lair, L?" Figure Lyrica Out: 2d6+1 10 I can ask two questions, but I'll hold onto my hold for now. paradoxGentleman fucked around with this message at 18:18 on Oct 23, 2016 |
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The Garriock Blood -1 | Heart 1 | Mind 0 | Spirit 2 Mortality 0 | Night 0 | Power 1 | Wild 1 Harm: 0/5 Corruption: 1/5 The Garriock snarled and spat like a cat and swept out of the Market. They would find no succour there, not with the Apple Court a-frozen, those that carried its blessing Aeolus-strewn near and far. The Garriock hungered for revenge, every fibre of their being sang war-songs, rage dirges, borne of a yearning to avenge themself on whomever was responsible for their binding, the imprisonment of years. And yet. And yet and yet and yet. To be a Jack without a court was to be naught at all. An exile, if in reverse. And the Garriock had spent more than enough time in exile. "For exile hath more terror in his look, much more than death," they muttered to themselves. Perhaps they could find others of their ilk, Apple Courtiers out in the cold. The Seventh, for one. Even with Winter coming down hard on Apple, the Wazir of the Apple Court was a character of such nouse that they would have slipped the icy noose. And the Garriock, themself a wise and clever Jack, would be just the one to find him. Hitting the Streets for some information and support, looking for the Seventh, the Wazir of Apples. Rolling +Wild Hit the Streets: 2d6+1 4 yikes bikes
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Maxine Wei Harm 0 00 00 - Corruption 3/5 - Mortal Night(x) Power Wild(x) I've got eyes on the inside and something special for the King himself, now I need how to set up our own gear. "We got some trucks or something like that? Need something heavy-duty to crash into the side. And maybe something to make us sneakier. drat, a call I don't wanna make.." Sadly, she's the only one with any connection with big magic who might know someone who can help. Cost me a corpse or ten, but gently caress it, I'm already in on this. "Call Zhang."
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Maxine "Hello dear, looking for a hand? I'm happy to help... For a share." She sounds distinctly smug, you recall that the payment for the job comes from her Chinese contacts, so she likely has a firm grasp of the situation. What do you do? --- Ashley Winston "You're an X-Threat. Please, for the security of the United States allow yourself to be taken into custody peacefully." He's touching his ear in that 'I'm transmitting to backup' kind of way. What do you do? --- The Garriock The Wizier is cunning, if he hides he will not be found, if he searches he will find. So you turn your search upside down and send a message to the winds: The Jack is Back and a Wants a Welcome from the Wizier. If the Wizier hears he does not answer. The Wizened Wizier is a wise watcher. He sees what you do not: a hateful hunter heard and hastens to hurt our hero! You hear the cackling of the old, tiny drunkard. Lord of Rot, Jack of the Fermented Court: Clurichaun. With him comes the yipping of his Hounds.  What do you do? --- Cassie You find Janus in her capital hill office, where she is primly typing on her computer and re-checking astoundingly boring graphs. "Please Cass-Countess, I have enough trouble trying to keep this city afloat... Poor choice of words, I mean keeping it financially secure so it doesn't become another New Orleans. AND I have to track down a gift of my own. You think you're the only person to ask me today? Everyone is scrambling for something that will beat out everyone else." She sighs and rubs her eyes, "But, maybe we can help each other. I can tell you what she'll like and where to get it, and you can fetch a pile of them for me to pass around. Normally she likes curiosities, human inventions mundane and magic. But she's ultimately a practical lady and this is a time of crises. So what she'll want is weapons that work against her enemies. They've been staging unanswered raids from the water so... aerial torpedos, mines, depth charges, submarines, modern American weapons systems. Now, we happen to know the feds have been moving in just what we need under the cover of those FEMA camps, but they've been acting real loving weird. Like they want to blow somebody up, just not sure who. You could 'liberate' some of this stuff and get a leg-up, or figure out what's going on and get them to point the bang at the right people and the Dragon will build you a marble statue." What do you do? --- Ann Andrews He shrugs, "I had cameras and a security system, but the flood knocked all that out. Wards tell me that this wasn't some random looter, this was someone whose a much better hand at magic than I am. They didn't take garbage either, they took my best stuff. I've tried a few tracking spells, but with nothing to latch onto they fizzled out. I pay my protection money, I don't think this was a local job." What do you do? --- Kifah Graham She eagerly takes your dossier and flips through it. Reluctantly at you prodding she slides forward and envelope and an amulet. The envelope is marked with a collection of strange sigils and declares you the Champion of the Small Gods of Seattle. The amulet depicts The All Seeing Eye. It comes with a placard: Any who wear this cursed necklace beware, for you will show the Truth of Yourself.  She silently writes on her notepad: I got it from Zhang, she's been handing out artifacts to anyone that promises to backstab the Dragon. I don't care about those two lizards and their feud. I just want my voice back. What do you do? --- Martin Beck If they have names, they either don't have the desire or the ability to give them, but your two bodyguards follow you loyally, and nothing in the Underground bothers you while you have the Princess' favor and their strength. They take you to a spot you remember well: the place where Marky ate a pile of Shadow Spiders for the hell of it. The insectoid bodyguard tracks down a little black spider he didn't eat. Before you can protest, it shoves the spider in your ear. A tiny voice echos in your right eardrum: Hello! I'm afraid nearly all of my dear student is locked away. But her strings remain tied to every dark corner of this fine dimension, so she can listen to the world. And I can pluck them and make a voice in the vibrations of creation. What can I do for you? I'll open with what you can do for me: free my student and my body. I put a lot of work into making that body a real powerhouse. Being a ghost is lame, and I'm no match for Smith like this. What do you do?
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Ashley Winston I reach down into my knapsack and yank out something a little more dangerous than a bottled water. Double-recurved, surprisingly small, and made of layers of wood and horn laminated together, the bow of the White Rider represents the absolute pinnacle of Scythian technology, as laid down in a third hand account by that crazy old bastard, John of Patmos. It's not the most dangerous looking weapon, and I don't even bother to draw an arrow, but then its capacity for danger has never had anything to do with its abilities as a weapon. I gesture with it at the officer, not as if I'm going to fire, but as if I'm illustrating a point, or possibly waving a magic wand. "If I see any sign of incoming backup," I say calmly, "I'm going to make you sexually impotent for the rest of your life. Do not gently caress with me on this, I did it one time before, and I am having quite the week." "I came here to talk. In fact, I came here to offer you a piece of advice; I have information about the aquatic threat that's struck the city. Do you want help, or do you want to kick off Armageddon ahead of schedule?" Old Kentucky Shark fucked around with this message at 00:44 on Oct 25, 2016 |
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Martin Beck Corruption Countdown: 9 "I'm happy to talk and you sound mighty reasonable for something I was inclined to believe was going to wipe out creation. Obviously my first concern is what your agenda might be should you manage to break free and destroy Smith. In particular I represent the interests of the Poor Princess, it seems that you have been interfering in her domain by corrupting some of the undead. We just got past having a madman driving all the ghouls in the sewers wild so we'd like to avoid that little problem sprining back up again. I also need to ask exactly who your servant is and where she and your body are? I'm already on a quest for Smith to infiltrate the tower and gain an item of some power to help him recover. I understand you are on good terms with its current resident and might be able to help me get in. In which case I should have the time to try and liberate your body and make it in time for the dragon's party which i assume everyone will be crashing this evening. I also wanted to ask about your friend the skinshifter. I don't know if he told you but I turned a blind eye to his efforts to free you in the GGS building and so I would like to know what recompense I might see for that assistance." Figure it out: 2d6+2 11 So I have 3 hold (assuming he is power since that is what I had to hit the streets for). I suppose my first question is "What is your character hoping to get from being freed?" so I can finally know for certain whether I was being bullshitted and he really is an apocalypse monster looking to wipe out creation.
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Martin Beck You hear a mental sigh I want what every living thing wants: to keep living. And like most living things, especially my fellow humans, in living I destroy. If fully free I would End Smith, and then I would use my abilities as I see fit. Such is freedom. Most Powers in this world fear me not for what I will do, they cannot know that so long as I have free will. They fear me for what I have the capacity to do. I was born an abomination, stuck between Heaven and Earth, possessed of free will but capable of shattering creation in way even Angels cannot replicate. As for the Ghosts, they can hear my voice, and I empower them to be fully what they are, to strike at their grudges with finality and to exist with the strength to match the living. I do not care for death and its limitations. I spit on entropy and defy a God that would make all things finite except Himself. I would be willing to withdraw that gift and provide any number of remunerations to you and yours if you broke me free of that Angelic Puppet's misguided imprisonment. I will tell you this in the spirit of honesty: The battle between me and Smith will not be victimless. He has forged himself into an Abomination that is my equal. He is ten thousand liches, and as such has 10,000 phylacteries, much of this city would be destroyed in our battle. But if you are the one to free me, I will do what I can to spare what is valuable to you. Perhaps, as an agent of Smith, you would be interested in securing my victory without a cataclysmic bout. --- Ashley Winston "Ma'am, if we are going with escalating threats I'll inform you that our sniper already has a bead and that I have preserved my sperm, and looked into bionic penis surgery, in case of just this kind of confron..." he holds his hand to his ear, "I'm being informed that speaking outside is permissible for now. What information can you provide?"
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Martin Beck "I would be interested in solving this with as little cataclysming as possible. But first I'm getting tired of dancing around who you are, I know Smith is a monster and I fear you are a monster too so telling me that you are just an imprisoned abomination raging against the world that hates you isn't much of an election pitch. Perhaps you can tell me why you're so much better than Smith, the Dragon, and the Angels. I know the skinshifter has a vested interest in getting revenge by you being released. Offers of unparalleled power are a dime a dozen and if I really wanted to live comfortably then I could probably cash in my debts and try and escape all this chaos. The reason I'm here was because I wanted to help provide the Poor Princess some legitimacy and authority so that she could care for her dark flock. But if I help set you free then it's going to affect far more than just the Poor Princess so tell me a bit more about yourself and your plans and I could see myself getting on board. Then we can talk about my suicide mission to avoid the cataclysming into the heart of Smith's power."
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Maxine Wei Harm 0 00 00 - Corruption 3/5 - Mortal Night(x) Power Wild(x) "Well, if you can get me a way to get even an extra second on the White King, it'll be worth.. two a year? Unless you want your piece up front. I need a truck, something bigger than what I've got, and something to mess with the visuals of the King and his security. Doesn't have to last very long, just long enough to bring him a surprise." I hate negotiating with Zhang, she's been at this longer than I have. She reminds me a bit of my grandma too, if my grandma had no moral compass and was all about power. "You know I don't need this, I can scrap something together if I have to, but I also know you want him dead as much as I do. 2 corpses a year is more than enough to guarantee a head. Does it need to be in one piece?" Persuade NPC Persuade NPC: 2d6+1 6 Counts as a 7-9, but a rival notices The Lore Bear fucked around with this message at 20:08 on Oct 26, 2016 |
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The Garriock Blood -1 | Heart 1 | Mind 0 | Spirit 2 Mortality 0 | Night 0 | Power 1 | Wild 1 Harm: 0/5 Corruption: 2/5 "O thou invisible spirit of wine! If thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee devil!" snarled the Garriock as Clurichaun hove into view, the baying of his boozehounds accompanying him, not so close as thick stink of yeast and vats that clung to him, but not far-oft neither. But he was not alone in possessing such a trick. The Garriock snapped their fingers, and the petals of apple blossoms fluttered at the sound. The harvest wind stirred and the scent of apples filled the alley, that brassy, sweet reek of all that was good and worthwhile. They came at the command of their Jack. Cortland and Macintosh and Old Granny Smith. The Delicious Twins, Gold and Red. The Pink Lady and Honey Crisp and Spartan too. Clad in scrap and rag carefully sewn, wrinkled hands clasping paring knife and peeler, sickle and shears. Grim-visag'd war may hath smoothed his wrinkled front, but their faces were creased and wizened, expressions fixed in beatific smiles and gnarled rage. The Army of Apples came when the call to war was sound'd, when their Jack beat the threatening drum.  quote:Faerie Magic: Whenever you use a faerie power, choose 1: "Throw in the frozen bosoms of our part, hot coals of vengeance!" crowed the Garriock. quote:Unleash: 2d6-1 8 Vulpes Vulpes fucked around with this message at 22:56 on Oct 26, 2016 |
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The Garriock Your army of apples attacks the little drunkard and his booze hounds. They reel at this terrible assault and you feel victory well at hand! But soon you recall that the Clurichaun is not so fearful in a fight, but he is a bringer of misfortune most foul. You feel your luck, already down, turn and buck and crash under its curse even as it flees. "Demon!" you hear the call from the alleyway, and the click of a gun. Others echo. Hunters of a different sort. In their ignorance they must have mistook you for their true prey, and the drunken trickster's magic makes man's mind muddy. What do you do? --- Maxine Wei "Fair enough. Getting him out of the way will do wonders for the politics of the city, and the drug trade. I also just happened to rip off a number of magical artifacts, I think one will help hide the semi-truck." Someone noticed, but this is badness for another time --- Martin Beck Ummm... Have you read the preamble to Journey to the West before somebody decided to make it Buddhist propoganda? That's close enough to get the general picture. Also, I'm not really much of a planner, per se, my hobby used to be partying with demons. That's why I'm better than Smith. Smith is a manipulator, a planner, and a dominator. I don't really care about what other people do so long as it doesn't directly relate to me being stuck in a transdimensional prison for hundreds of years. As for Heaven, have you met the Angels? gently caress those guys. Any of them with any sense fell long ago, the ones still up there have completely lost it without someone with some spine telling them what to do. Dragon, I got no beef. She let Smith move in and pull his bullshit but that's between me and him. She wants to come at me that's on her. You want me to make sure the Poor Princess comes out ahead that's fine with me. Now, I suppose you're looking for some assurance that everything won't go to poo poo when you free me. Sorry, no one gets to see the future. I have no idea what it holds, and I don't care. I want to live again. What do you do?
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Kifah Graham, the Aware Blood 0, Heart 1, Mind 1, Spirit 0 Mortality 1, Night 0, Power 2, Wild -1 Harm 0/5 Corruption 0/5 The investigator looks at the pendant critically, raising it so that the eye on it is on the same level of her own eyes. "Hm. You know, I was really expecting to get a fair trade out of you, Lyrica. You get your information, I get a treasure to get me in the dragon's lair. I stuck to my part of the deal, didn't I,? Everything in that list is correct, concise and most importantly comes with no strings attached." She pouts. "It's not nice to try and screw over your ol' pal Kifah with a medallion that's going to send every angel in Seattle with a grudge against you guys on my tail, you know. And it'seems not even a good move! Your don't want to get a reputation for screwing people over. Who's gonna do business with you then?" "But maybe I'm wrong about you, Lyrica!" She suddenly sounds a lot cheerier, and even produces a huge smile. "Maybe you don't have a strings-free treasure on you right now. Maybe you're giving me this because you have nothing to make this a fair trade, but you still really really wanted to make it. Happens to the best of us, right? Don't worry, if that's the case I'm not mad at all. I'm sure that you'll pay me back later for the inconvenience of running around with angel bait in my pants. Because you are such a fair dealer and all." paradoxGentleman fucked around with this message at 16:14 on Oct 27, 2016 |
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The Garriock Blood -1 | Heart 1 | Mind 0 | Spirit 2 Mortality 0 | Night 0 | Power 1 | Wild 1 Harm: 0/5 Corruption: 3/5 "Demon? Ha! Shall I be Mahu, of stealing, Modo, of murder or even Flibbertigibbet, of mopping and mowing? Fie!" With that, the Garriock exeunts, and where there was once the pretty, clever and wise Jack of the Apple Court, there was now but a hummingbird, wings a-blur'd, streaking away from the danger. A hummingbird's blood is almost pure sugar; in that, it and the Garriock are of a kind. quote:Faerie Magic: Whenever you use a faerie power, choose 1: With heigh! the sweet birds, O, how they sing! Off to find the Wazir of Apples! Hit the Streets: 2d6+1 4 are you fuckin' kidding me? exact same fuckin' roll? edit: +1 corruption from the escape Vulpes Vulpes fucked around with this message at 01:05 on Oct 28, 2016 |
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Anne Andrews the Veteran Harm 0 / 00 / 00 Corruption 0/5 Mortal 2 Night Power Wild That's not a lot to work with. Hmm. "Who do you pay your protection to these days? Might be worth checking in with them, see if anyone else got hit. I'm going to need a comprehensive inventory of everything that got taken, and anything worth stealing they didn't take - could be they were looking for something specific but made it look like a random break and enter." I'm starting to warm up to the task here, genuine mysteries are rare enough that even an old cynic like me can get invested. "When you say your tracking spells had nothing to work with, what do you mean? You need a physical focus that's missing, or did they cover their tracks? Let me have a look round, see if I can find anything you don't recognize." Sure, the place is a mess. But crime scenes always are. "While I'm looking, grab me all the tapes, hardrives and other stuff from your security set up. I might be able to extract something useful. What do you know about your neighbours? Any of them likely to have equipment that survived the storm?"
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Martin Beck Countdown: 9 "Ok, I think I'm ready to deal. Let me know how I can end Smith and save this city from being used up as a battery for his sick games. Fill me in on the big picture." Asked in Discord what he's afraid of but can you be a little more detailed? You said he's afraid of being trapped forever but are there any other forces at play that he's afraid of besides Smith? Also want to ask who's pulling your characters strings. Hoping to find out if this whole charade goes another layer deeper or at the least exactly who or what team Null is besides Skinshifter and Spidergirl.
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Cassie the Wolf Stats: Blood 3, Heart -1, Mind 0, Spirit 1 Factions: Mortality 0, Night 2, Power -1, Wild 1 Harm: 0/5 Corruption: 3/5 Armor: 0 I nod my head as she give me the rundown. "I understand. Wasn't expecting you'd have something lying around you'd hand over out of the goodness of your heart. Anyway, I'll let you know how things shake out either way." Dealing with Feds... could get messy. Might be a good idea to get some help. quote:hey martin There. As I start heading to the nearest camp, I also text the address, waiting for a response. If I get there before him, I'll just take a look around before making any more decisions.
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Cassie The nearest camp isn't too far, the University is on state land and is now a staging ground for the relief efforts. You spot some refugee trailers, some crates of bottled water and MREs. There are some news cameras doing a story on the relief effort. If the feds are bringing in weapons, they're being real sneaky about it. What do you do? --- Martin Beck Well, step two is to disconnect Smith from the city. That's already halfway done, water naturally redirects chi flows. Then we have to disconnect him from the souls. Also halfway done, the wound I put in their paradise is spreading confusion in their ranks, and when they don't have a consensus their magic fizzles. To finish the disconnect we'll have to bring down the two towers. I put the Naagloshi on that. To finish the disorganization we'll have to stage a coup from inside Smith. Now, I can't do that because they hate me, so I figured I'd just have to scrap with them. But if you can get the wizards Smith enslaved to realize they're enslaved then we can break Smith without collateral. But step one is to get me all the way free. Still one seal to go, the one the Horseman retook. Now it's more secure than ever, and Arachne is enslaved in there. Euryale would be willing to help you with that, wants to reunite with her sister. You seem like a worry wart. I got into this mess because I didn't take guff from anybody, just like my new friend Jack. Watch out though, Smith wasn't alone when he trapped me. Nobody in power wants me around because I'm "disruptive." You get a text from Cassie What do you do? -- Anne Andrews He hands over his inventory sheet, but it's a loving mess and doesn't look like it accounts for what's stolen, if you want to find out exactly what was taken you'll have to spend a few hours updating it. "Yeah, I need something from them, like some hair or blood or something they care about. Maybe you can find it with one of those fancy lights like in that TV show but I don't know how you can tell whose it is so it's not a wild goose chase and I couldn't find nothing but cat hair anyhow. Downtown real estate, so I paid the White King. Everybody here does except the Fae and folks that work directly for the dragon. And those GGS fuckers, have their own contract." He brings you the soaked equipment, "you ask me, it was those shady Chinese fucks a few places down. They dropped by a while back, really excited about some of my stock, but then they left without buying poo poo." What do you do? --- Kifah Graham Whatever writes Lyrica. She looks like she's in a bad way. Maybe she's just desperate, and that desperation extends to easily agreeing to debts. You have your invitation and you're angel bait. What do you do? --- The Garriock Your tiny wings strain as you shoot up and away! The hunters shoot wide and slow. But as you draw on your Court's power, you can feel it strain, and then snap. he Apple Queen's suffering floods your mind. You owe her a debt, and she is cashing in. Rescue me, Jack! It's so cold. You tumble back to the earth, or the ocean, or the lagoon, perhaps? Shallow water merrily dancing along the streets, the dark wheel of the wharf looming down at you. Splash, splash, the beasts approach, wary of an attack from the air. "Ah, Jack old boy!" A welcome voice from the wheel's peak, 'Quite a mess we've found ourselves in," intones the Wizier, "and it will be messier before it's all straightened out. We all know the Goblin King leads the forces against us. But another trapped you. Another betrayed our Queen and Court. When you find the Fae that can lie, then you will have found the worm in the Apple. But I must be off, best not to be dragged into your foul luck." Foul luck indeed, the dark, cold water steals away your strength, even as the Serpents seek a captive. What do you do? Mr. Prokosch fucked around with this message at 01:28 on Oct 28, 2016 |
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Maxine Wei Harm 0 00 00 - Corruption 3/5 - Mortal Night(x) Power Wild(x) "Then we have a deal. Should be ready to bring his head in without too much trouble. Good doing business with you, I'll pick them up at the usual spot." As I hang up my phone, I look through the group I have around, looking for the one who mentioned that they have something at the FEMA camps. "We've still got prep-work to do, but there's no way I'm standing on the rooftops until the party starts. What's this about some party-favors in the camps?"
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Martin Beck Corruption Countdown: 9 "I think I may know the person who has you under wraps. They're kind of the horseman of the anti-apocalypse so if you're really counter apocalypse then you shouldn't have too much trouble with her. Especially if you would potentially mess things up with Smith and Heaven." Martin looks at his phone. "In fact another friend wants help. If I help her she might be able to help us out as well. If you don't have to jump out of my ear again maybe you can wait until I can talk with the Horseman while me and my underground buddies try and help my wolf friend." quote:Hey Cass, let's rendezvous and you can catch me up with your plan. I've got some other stuff to deal but I'll tell you when we meet. Assuming there's no objection Martin is gonna head to Cassie and see what her plan is. He will introduce his underground friends as necessary.
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Cassie the Wolf Stats: Blood 3, Heart -1, Mind 0, Spirit 1 Factions: Mortality 0, Night 2, Power -1, Wild 1 Harm: 0/5 Corruption: 3/5 Armor: 0 If they're trying to make things look legit, then they're probably not going to be dragging ordinance like that around any time soon. So I figure I have some time to kill. I text Martin back quote:ok should have some time With that, I snap the phone closed, pull up the hood on my jacket, and try to fit in as someone just looking for some water and a hot meal. But, while I'm waiting in line, I give the air a few good sniffs, trying to pin down the scent of explosives and gunpowder. <CorpseFalcon> Cassie Let It Out <CorpseFalcon> !r 2d6+1 <Krysmbot> CorpseFalcon, 12+1 = 13 Extending my senses and not taking corruption.
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Anne Andrews the Veteran Harm 0 / 00 / 00 Corruption 0/5 Mortal 2 Night Power Wild I load all the equipment into a cardboard box, look despairingly at the mess of an inventory sheet, and pick up a few pieces of rubbish and broken glass that look like they might have retained useful evidence. "Alright, I'm going to take this stuff and work on it, I'll check in with the White King on your behalf as well. What's the name of the place these Chinese guys came from? I'll check it out later." After confirm address details I take a moment to record IP information from all the available local wireless networks - can't do anything from my phone, but my setup at home might have what it takes to get access to some security feeds. Taking this stuff back to the Workspace - what will it take to CSI magic up a clear image of who robbed the shop?
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Kifah Graham, the Aware Blood 0, Heart 1, Mind 1, Spirit 0 Mortality 1, Night 0, Power 2[x], Wild -1 Harm 0/5 Corruption 0/5 Kifah bites her inner cheek. Yeah, it was a dick move to try and pull one over her like that, but... drat. Lyrica's seen better days; she's all wispy, like she can barely manage to hold on the material plane. The detective isn't an expert on the subject, but that's unlikely to be a good sign. Even before the naga's invasion, this is a pretty terrible time to be a small god in Seattle. For now, she pockets the pendant. "Alright, we got a deal. And, uh, listen. I can't make any promises, but I'll see what I can do about you guys' situation. I'm not gonna go full Lucifer and fight heaven on your behalf, let's be clear about that, but if I catch wind of somewhere you can hide, or someone who might want to protect you, I'll let ya now, okay?" She turns to take a look at the Pink Lady. The Red Lady (who had better change this place's name, it sounds weird to say that the Red Lady owns the Pink Lady) assured her safe passage in here, but that's unlikely to hold true if an heavenly avenger decides to knock at the door with a flaming sword. Time to make herself scarce. She says goodbye to her client/newfound championee and leaves the plalce, shooting a couple of messages to Anne as she goes. quote:sup lady? As she starts the engine, the moment of levity passes, and she drives away, her mind going notably faster than her car. Could the gods' enemies already have a bead on her? Nah, if they were that efficient it's unlikely that Lyrica would have even gotten to the Pink Lady in one ethereal piece. Still, better not to bet her life on that, she probably can't take them on by herself. She needs somewhere that it's hard to track, somewhere she can hunker down... ah! Miss Rahal should be able to help her. She's got a sanctum that's supposedly shielded from all sort of divination, according to Christopher. She and her boss are in the same cabal, she's not going to leave her out in the rain, is she? Hitting the Streets for Power, I've rolled a 9. Let's say that Miss Rahal is juggling her own problems right now. Power is now marked. paradoxGentleman fucked around with this message at 15:23 on Oct 29, 2016 |
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