Session 10

From Arispemage

(Difference between revisions)
 
Line 1: Line 1:
-
 
+
<br>Peter Pan: Peter coughed a bit as he finished his spellcasting.  He had a bit of a roughed up look to him like someone chucked him into a wall a few times, but he had a grin on his face nonetheless.  IT came up heads, today was gonna be a good day.
 +
<br>Peter Pan: Peter sighed a little, walking around in his white t-shirt and blue jeans that were mostly ok after being washed, they jsut had some stains that could be anything rom kool-aid to rust.  He walked up to the first of many doors he'd have to knock on.
 +
<br>Peter Pan: Three times, eh gave a sharp rap of his fist against the solid material, waiting to see who would come out of this average-looking house
 +
<br>Storyteller: A grey haired old woman answers the door. "Yes?"
 +
<br>Peter Pan: Peter smiled brightly and clasped his hands together.  "Hello ma'am, how are you today?"  He tilted his head a little.  "My name is Peter, and I'm going door-to-door to see if there are any odd jobs I can help you with, moving things, cleaning things, whatever you like.  I'm trying to scrape together a little bit of money to buy some new clothes for school."  His smile brightened a bit
 +
<br>Storyteller: "Are you any good at packing?"
 +
<br>Peter Pan: He blinked a few times.  "I don't have a lto of experience, but I'd be happy to try and help with whatever I can, and if you aren't satisfied, then there's no charge!"
 +
<br>Storyteller: "My grandson is going off to college, and I'd like some help packing some of his things. I can't pay too much, but you'll get a meal out of it too."
 +
<br>Peter Pan: "Well that would be just grand."  He nodded a little.  "I'd be happy to help you with that"
 +
<br>Storyteller: It takes a few hours to get everything packed, but you do get to have some very lovely pasta with sauce and meatballs after you're done.
 +
<br>Peter Pan: Peter made friendly conversation witht he woman and accidentally almost left without asking for any money
 +
<br>Storyteller: For your work, you get a twenty, and and older one at that.
 +
<br>Peter Pan: Peter thanked her graciously and asked if there was anything else she thought she might need help with in the future
 +
<br>Storyteller: "No, nothing anytime soon. I do however have a friend that has some problems with wasps, but she lives a bit away."
 +
<br>Peter Pan: "Oh, I reckon I coudl get over there, where does she live?"
 +
<br>Storyteller: She gives you some directions to Pasadena street, and tells you that she's at 610.
 +
<br>Peter Pan: Peter started heading that way.  If he could just go and directly ask people he knew needed a bit of help, his chances were better.
 +
<br>Storyteller: If you follow them, you're taken past one of the local high schools, Driscoll Children's hospital, a starbucks, and so on, down staples, untill you see the high school, pass the elementary school, and then wind up on Pasadena.
 +
<br>Peter Pan: He walked over to 610 and knocked three times again.
 +
<br>Storyteller: A really sleepy looking guy in shorts and a grey shirt answers. "Yeah?"
 +
<br>Peter Pan: "Hello sir, is the Missus home?  Miss Gonzalez sent me to talk to her."  He smiled cheerfully
 +
<br>Storyteller: "My aunt? She's out, but what're you here for? I can take a message."
 +
<br>Peter Pan: "I just heard she was having some problems with wasps, so I came to see if I could help out."
 +
<br>Storyteller: "Ah. Well, if you can supply your own spray, I'd give you 25 myself."
 +
<br>Peter Pan: HE grinned a bit.  "I think I can manage that."
 +
<br>Peter Pan: With that he left and started heading over to the store where he could use some of his $20 to buy a bit of wasp spray
 +
<br>Storyteller: He points you to one of the windows you passed by. "Nest's there, I'll leve the back door open for you when you get back."
 +
<br>Storyteller: "This is the front, back's through the garage." The garage has is open, and currently has nothing in it.
 +
<br>Peter Pan: Peter came abck later and made sure nobody was watching him.  He spent a few seconds muttering to himself in the weird language Adler had taught him.  Then he made a few gestures with his hands and attempted to make sure things went well
 +
<br>Peter Pan: roll 4#1d10
 +
Plentimon: Peter_Pan rolled -->  7,  5,  3,  6
 +
<br>Peter Pan: roll 4#1d10
 +
Plentimon: Peter_Pan rolled -->  6,  1,  4,  6
 +
<br>Peter Pan: roll 4#1d10
 +
Plentimon: Peter_Pan rolled -->  1,  5,  3,  1
 +
<br>Peter Pan: roll 4#1d10
 +
Plentimon: Peter_Pan rolled -->  1,  6,  4,  2
 +
<br>Peter Pan: roll 4#1d10
 +
Plentimon: Peter_Pan rolled -->  5,  7,  10,  3
 +
<br>Peter Pan: roll 1#1d10
 +
Plentimon: Peter_Pan rolled -->  4
 +
<br>Peter Pan: Knowing his spell would only last a short while, Peter moved in a mad dash of spraying back and forth among the wasps!
 +
<br>Peter Pan: roll 7#1d10
 +
Plentimon: Peter_Pan rolled -->  1,  2,  4,  1,  1,  1,  2
 +
<br>Storyteller: Peter, you do spray them. It's a very good job. Just that the spray on the top breaks after a few sprays.
 +
<br>Storyteller: And the wasps are now stirred up.
 +
<br>Peter Pan: "Shit!"  Peter exclaimed, attempting to un-jam the spray
 +
<br>Peter Pan: Gritting his teeth, peter was afraid...but then he grinned, he knew what he could certainly do
 +
<br>Storyteller: Fortunately, your armor keeps the worst of the wasps from you.
 +
<br>Peter Pan: roll 4#1d10
 +
Plentimon: Peter_Pan rolled -->  3,  4,  8,  9
 +
<br>Peter Pan: He moved forewards, making long sweeps with the cap pressed down to quell and eliminate the pest problem
 +
<br>Peter Pan: roll 7#1d10
 +
Plentimon: Peter_Pan rolled -->  7,  6,  2,  3,  2,  9,  2
 +
<br>Storyteller: Yeah, you've gotten the wasps.
 +
<br>Storyteller: All of them.
 +
<br>Peter Pan: Peter stood with a triumphant smile on his face, set the can down and began looking around for a broom and dustpan
 +
<br>Storyteller: They're dead as a doornail.
 +
<br>Storyteller: There's one left in the garage.
 +
<br>Peter Pan: He swept up, dumped them in the trash and then went to knock on the house's door again
 +
<br>Storyteller: "So. Done already?"
 +
<br>Peter Pan: He nodded.  "Yep, I left the rest of the can in the garage"
 +
<br>Storyteller: "Ok. Mind if I ask one question?"
 +
<br>Peter Pan: "Sure"
 +
<br>Storyteller: "Mage?"
 +
<br>Peter Pan: "Rook?"
 +
<br>Storyteller: "I mean, are you one."
 +
<br>Peter Pan: "Are you?"
 +
<br>Storyteller: "Yeah. So's my abuelo."
 +
<br>Peter Pan: "Oh, you know Abuelo?"
 +
<br>Storyteller: "Abuelo is Spanish for grandfather, but yes. Everyone does. Even the others."
 +
<br>Peter Pan: "Oh, neat.  Umm...can I have my money?"
 +
<br>Storyteller: "Sure." he hands you a new twenty, four ones, and a gold coin.
 +
<br>Peter Pan: "Is that a Sacagewea dollar?"  He picked it up and peered at it closely
 +
<br>Storyteller: "Nah. One of the Washington dollars."
 +
<br>Peter Pan: "Oh, cool.  Well, thanks!"  He smiled happily and turned to head out.  He reckoned he had enough for a new decvent set of clothes now
 +
<br>Storyteller: "See you later."
 +
<br>Peter Pan: And Peter goes off and buys a new set of the same old clothes
 +
<br>Storyteller: When you get to the check out, you see that one of the one dollar bills is actually a two dollar bill.
 +
<br>Peter Pan: I'll hang onto the two dollar bill and the gold coin if I can
 +
<br>Storyteller: It's close, but you do manage to keep them.
 +
<br>Peter Pan: Then I'll head back to 610
 +
<br>Peter Pan: He kept the two-dollar bill in his pocket, and held the gold coin in his hand as he knocked on the door again
 +
<br>Storyteller: It's a bit walking, because of traffic, but you get back.
 +
<br>Storyteller: "Hello."
 +
<br>Peter Pan: "Excuse me sir, but you accidentally overpaid me"  He held out the coin
 +
<br>Storyteller: "Ah. Thank you for your honesty. Hold on a bit." He takes the coin, goes back in, and closes the door slightly.
 +
<br>Storyteller: It's about thirty seconds, and he comes back with a canned cream soda.
 +
<br>Storyteller: It's HEB brand.
 +
<br>Storyteller: "For your troubles.
 +
<br>Peter Pan: He shook his head.  "No thanks, I'm just gonna head home."  He smiled and shook his head politely before turning to leave
 +
<br>Storyteller: "Later."
 +
<br>Peter Pan: "Later"
 +
<br>Peter Pan: And Peter heads home with his new clothes
 +
*** Master_Zor has joined #arispemage.
 +
*** Master_Zor is now known as Ariella_Hart.
 +
<br>Adler: !ex 7
 +
Plentimon: Adler (7), 7, 7, 4, 2, 4, 10, 8, Successes : 5
 +
<br>Adler: !ex 4
 +
Plentimon: Adler (4), 2, 1, 5, 5, Successes : 0, Botch
 +
<br>Adler: !ex 4
 +
Plentimon: Adler (4), 4, 8, 5, 2, Successes : 1
 +
<br>Adler: !ex 1
 +
Plentimon: Adler (1), 5, Successes : 0
 +
<br>Adler: !ex 4
 +
Plentimon: Adler (4), 8, 4, 7, 5, Successes : 2
 +
<br>Adler: !ex 3
 +
Plentimon: Adler (3), 7, 6, 2, Successes : 1
 +
<br>Adler: !ex 4
 +
Plentimon: Adler (4), 4, 8, 9, 7, Successes : 3
 +
*** Raiden has joined #arispemage.
 +
*** Raiden is now known as Brain_Excorcian_Steffanoskovic.
 +
*** Kiwi has joined #arispemage.
 +
*** Kiwi is now known as Genji.
 +
<br>Storyteller: So, it's been three days, would everyone be willing to give a quick summary of how they spent the days?
 +
<br>Peter Pan: 1)  Tomb Raiding 2)  Doing odd jobs to buy clothes  3)  Wishing I could practice my fencing  u.u,
 +
Brain_Excorcian_Steffanoskovic: Brian traded shifts with Ken guarding the warehouse basement.  In between he communed with Gaia, and worked on renewing the Anti-Space and Fate wards that kept certain Russian individuals from finding him.
 +
<br>Adler: We raided Alan's Stuff, and then Adler got a bunch of it put back together at the Clocktower, but a whole bunch of it is still in bunches of crates
 +
*** Brain_Excorcian_Steffanoskovic is now known as Brian_Exorcian_Steffanoskovich.
 +
<br>Genji: Ken wanted to find out what Addy and Peter had claimed from Alan's place, and there was the aforementioned guard duty. He also turned in his reports to the Arrows on the monster. Hopefully there's a promotion in store for him somewhere?
 +
<br>Storyteller: There's almost literally a ton of things that got brought back, mostly books and clothing, but there are some enchanted things.
 +
<br>Adler: Pretty much the average contents of a Mysterium Athenaeum, when you get right down to it
 +
<br>Storyteller: And the reports have been filed, and an appropriate reward for you and Brian will be though of after the meeting today.
 +
<br>Adler: although...Adler kinda wishes there was more space
 +
<br>Adler: anyway
 +
<br>Adler: Adler needs everyone to get together
 +
<br>Peter Pan: Peter's just floating around the clocktower as usual
 +
<br>Genji: Ken shows up as usual. He has to start his training classes again fairly soon, but he's available until that happens.
 +
<br>Peter Pan: He smiled from about a foot below the ceiling.  "Hey Ken, what's up?"
 +
<br>Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: Brian arrived, his eyes showing the exhaustion.  The wards around him were weakening, and as such he had to go with as little sleep as possible to check for any searchings into his name or location.
 +
<br>Genji: The shaman removes his glasses smiling at the floating mage. "Not much yet. Kind of excited to be getting back to my regular job soon. Know what Adler wants?"
 +
<br>Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: Equan, however, was happily rested and roosting on Brian's shoulder.
 +
<br>Peter Pan: "Well, today's when we're supposed to go talk to everyone isn't it?"
 +
<br>Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: "Meetings...vhat a vaste of a day."
 +
<br>Peter Pan: "Are thesae thigns that boring?"
 +
<br>Genji: "Yes. They are."
 +
<br>Genji: God this had better move quick...
 +
<br>Peter Pan: "Oh man, I was excited..."
 +
<br>Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: "Not everythink in our vorld is fun und excitink."
 +
<br>Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: "We have meetings.  And jobs.  And responsibilites.  For instance, I am a tutor vhen the Arrows find a protege of Forces.  I don't vant to do it.  But we have our jobs."
 +
<br>Genji: "I'm a personal trainer and dance instructor."
 +
<br>Peter Pan: "You make it sound like mage society sucks."
 +
<br>Genji: "It doesn't SUCK but it's not always monster slayign and adventure."
 +
<br>Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: "You are told everythink you knew vas a lie, beings you don't even see vant you dead, and eventually our own pover vill consume us."
 +
<br>Peter Pan: He sighed a little bit, floating down to sit on the table
 +
<br>Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: "There are vurse things."
 +
* Ariella_Hart approaches the Clocktower, at the appointed time, to meet with Adler. Wearing a floral tunic and a pair of jeans, Professor Munroe is a tough but fair assistant professor of history and archaelogy.
 +
* Adler is waiting just inside, and ushers her upstairs to the top floor, which is immediatly recognisable as a Hallow
 +
* Ariella_Hart is known as Caroline Munroe to the school administration and the student body.
 +
<br>Genji: "Don't get too down Peter, it's a pretty awesome existence. Just like regular life, though, it's got ups and downs."
 +
<br>Peter Pan: "Gotcha
 +
<br>Adler: clears her throat as she enters, "Excuse me, everyone, but I would like to introduce Obelisk. She's asked me if she could join as a forming member of our cabal."
 +
* Adler stands aside for the other mystagogue
 +
<br>Peter Pan: "What's she like?"
 +
<br>Genji: Genji crosses his arms. "Yeah, I'd like more info. The four of us kind of went through a huge trial together, seems kinda out of the blue to add another in..."
 +
<br>Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: Brian had kind of zoned out against the wall, his hair covering the sides of his face.
 +
<br>Adler: "Smart. She's another member of my order..." Adler frowns, "...and she has the familiarity with the Arcanum of Death that it became so immediatly apparent that we lacked."
 +
<br>Genji: "Hmm, yeah, there is that..."
 +
<br>Genji: "Well I trust your recommendation, Adler. If you think she's trustworthy I have no reason to doubt you." Adler had her head on her shoulders tighter than the rest of them, after all.
 +
<br>Peter Pan: Peter nodded.  "A friend of Adler's is a friend of mine."
 +
* Ariella_Hart stands in the appointed place, careful not to violate protocol. Entrance into a cabal is an invitation to join a family. She lowers her shades, looking about for Adler.
 +
<br>Adler: "Ok...I'll go bring her up then, so she can meet you all."
 +
* Adler almost runs down the stairs
 +
<br>Adler: "Obelisk! Come in, come in." Adler says, poking her head out of the door
 +
* Ariella_Hart looks about. Shouting Shadow names in public makes her wince a bit, but Adler's enthusiasm then makes her smile. She rushes up to the door. She takes Adler's hand. "Good to see you again." In doing so, she passes along one of the always changing Mysterium hand signs, as proof of her identity. To Mage Sight, she is currently cloaked by a leaden network of ectoplasmic flames, which indicates use of the Death Arcana
 +
<br>Adler: The younger mage smiles and ushers her in, "Don't worry. I doubt anyone is paying attention to the clocktower anyway. I tend to encourage that." the warlock says with a wink, "The others are waiting upstairs."
 +
* Ariella_Hart follows Adler. "Still, my first Master always encouraged that. We had a hellacious Guardians cabal in Tel Aviv. Please, lead on."
 +
<br>Adler: and up, up, up they go, "Ya, well, I don't think the Guardians are going to be able to justify any action against us, at least for the next few months."
 +
* Ariella_Hart snorts. "I'm down for that. They perform a necessary service, but I'ev had the bad fortune to meet some absolutely zealous nuts."
 +
<br>Adler: "Ok. Here we are. These are, in order, Genji, Peter Pan, and EMP," Adler indicates each one of the other mages in turn, "Everyone, this is Obelisk."
 +
<br>Peter Pan: "Nice to meet you"  Peter waved merily
 +
<br>Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: Brian's face continued to be hid by his hair.  The lack of sleep was...exhausting.
 +
Ariella_Hart: "I'm called Obelisk, Necromancer of the Mysterium Order, Initiate of the Stone Scribes.  Pleased to meet you all!"
 +
* Ariella_Hart extends her hand to greet each of the Cabal members.
 +
<br>Genji: "Pleasure."
 +
<br>Peter Pan: He shook her hand warmly.  "Welcome to the club"
 +
<br>Genji: Ken gives her a firm, friendly handshake.
 +
<br>Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: Brian looks at the hand, then goes back to his trance.
 +
Ariella_Hart: "from my understanding, this is the final interview for my joining your Cabal, correct?"
 +
<br>Genji: "Uhh, Brian's tired right now, don't mind him."
 +
* Ariella_Hart smiles and shakes her head in understanding. "It's fine, no trouble."
 +
<br>Peter Pan: "Ummm, I don't know about that, Adler's sort of in-charge of this whole Cabal thing..."
 +
Ariella_Hart: "Well, this is really important.  You folks don't really *no* me as of yet, and I want to extend as much good faith as I can."
 +
<br>Adler: "Everyone else has had a lot on their minds recently. Cleaning up in the aftermath of this mess has been a load and a half."
 +
<br>Genji: "Reports to file, gian monster corpse to drag around, you know the drill."
 +
<br>Adler: "In any case, we really need to decide on what we're going to present to the Consilium later, as far as a Cabal name and Sigil..."
 +
<br>Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: "...hungry."
 +
* Ariella_Hart shrugs. "Maybe I can help." She pauses. "Giant monster corpse?"
 +
<br>Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: Brian began to gnaw on the jerky he found in the basement of the warehouse.
 +
<br>Peter Pan: "Hmmm, we're two females too many to call ourselves The Lost Boys"
 +
* Ariella_Hart turns pale. Yes, that thing.
 +
<br>Adler: "I'll give you the full story after I give a presentation in front of the Consilium
 +
<br>Adler: "
 +
<br>Adler: "but yes. Hmm..."
 +
Ariella_Hart: "Um... have you cast preservative spells on this corpse?  So it doesn't rot."
 +
<br>Peter Pan: "I hope they burn the thing and  freeze the ashes somewhere in the frozen wastes."
 +
<br>Genji: I don't think it CAN rot. Not exactly made out of meat."
 +
* Ariella_Hart nods in agreement to Peter. "No doubt. But please let's do that *after* we've had a chance to study it?" She says this pleadingly.
 +
Ariella_Hart: "If it's OK, I'd like to take a look at it, maybe examine it with some spells."
 +
<br>Adler: "...I'm not entirely sure that that would be wise."
 +
<br>Genji: "Yeah, this thing wasn't a regular monster." Plus it would probably be best if it didn't get given to a Necromancer... the idea creeped Ken out.
 +
<br>Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: "It ist a reject, anyvay."
 +
<br>Peter Pan: "Don't study it.  All that knowledge can do is corrupt."
 +
<br>Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: "The real vun is still locked up...under my vatch..."
 +
Ariella_Hart: "I give you my solemn word that I will not attempt any spells on this thing except for spells which reveal knowledge.  As for *corrupt* knowledge, corruption comes from action and use.  Knowledge of what makes that thing tick might be vital in defense against another one of it's kind, later."
 +
Ariella_Hart: "But, regardless, I will abide by the Cabal's judgement."
 +
<br>Genji: "That's probably not necessary. The creator is dead and we know how to take them down now."
 +
<br>Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: "Here ist the judgement.  Anyvun vanting to look at the beast longer than it takes to push into incinerator VILL lose their head."
 +
<br>Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: He took another bite of jerky.
 +
<br>Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: Cranky russians are cranky.
 +
<br>Storyteller: Roll 1#1d10
 +
Plentimon: Arispe_STing rolled -->  10
 +
<br>Storyteller: Roll 1#1d10
 +
Plentimon: Arispe_STing rolled -->  2
 +
<br>Peter Pan: roll 4#1d10
 +
Plentimon: Peter_Pan rolled -->  8,  2,  3,  9
 +
<br>Peter Pan: As Brian opened his mouth, Peter made a beeline for him clasping a hand over his mouth, just a little too late to stop the word "The" at the beginning of his statement
 +
<br>Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: "..."
 +
<br>Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: "......"
 +
<br>Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: "........."
 +
<br>Adler: "Back to the topic at hand. Cabal name."
 +
<br>Peter Pan: He whispered very quietly.  "/Shut-up about the tube./"
 +
<br>Peter Pan: With that he withdrew his hand
 +
<br>Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: Brian looked down at Peter, the hand still on his mouth.
 +
<br>Genji: "Uhhh, yeah. I'm no good at this naming thing. Hell, picked my shadow name from an old Japanese book."
 +
<br>Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: Brian's eyes lowered, looking at Peter's shoes.  "..."
 +
<br>Adler: "Perhaps...hmm..."
 +
<br>Adler: "Maybe something referencing a tower?"
 +
<br>Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: Roll 9#1d10
 +
Plentimon: Brian_Exorcian_Steffanoskovich rolled -->  4,  4,  2,  4,  10,  4,  7,  10,  2
 +
<br>Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: Roll 2#1d10
 +
Plentimon: Brian_Exorcian_Steffanoskovich rolled -->  4,  3
 +
Ariella_Hart: "Well, I can't argue with that, then."
 +
<br>Adler: "Luminous Stair? Hmm..."
 +
<br>Adler: "That sounds too Hermetic."
 +
<br>Peter Pan: "I think it sounds ok"
 +
Ariella_Hart: "I've only just met you all, so I really can't make a recommendation."
 +
<br>Genji: Maybe something that fits with all our magical interests?"
 +
<br>Adler: "Luminous COULD be taken as a play on Enlightened. Which in turn could be a joking reference to Lightning." Adler arches an eyebrow in Brian's direction. "Stair or staircase represents the increase in knowledge and understanding. It also, subtly, references the clocktower here."
 +
<br>Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: Roll 2#1d10
 +
Plentimon: Brian_Exorcian_Steffanoskovich rolled -->  1,  5
 +
<br>Adler: "What do folks think?"
 +
<br>Peter Pan: "I like it"
 +
<br>Adler: "Hmm...For a Sigil, maybe a staircase of glowing, free-floating steps around a lightning-bolt, and topped by the Wadjet?"
 +
<br>Peter Pan: "Wadjet?"
 +
<br>Adler: *Wadjat
 +
<br>Adler: "Its an ancient egyptian symbol. Sometimes it gets called the Eye of Horus"
 +
<br>Peter Pan: "Ummm...K"
 +
<br>Adler: "Hmm...maybe just a glowing shaft of light, instead of the lightning bolt...and...hmm...Genji, what kind of symbols would you associate with yourself?"
 +
<br>Adler: "Hmm...maybe something like a wolf on the bottom of the steps, looking out?"
 +
Ariella_Hart: "I do have an interest in Egyptology.  The cultures of the fertile crescent are very rich in Supernal symbology."
 +
<br>Adler: "I would work a Sphinx in there somewhere, but I don't really think its nessecary."
 +
<br>Adler: "The Eye works well enough."
 +
<br>Peter Pan: Peter went and got a pencil and some paper over at the table to try to sketch out what Adler was describing
 +
<br>Peter Pan: roll 7#1d10
 +
Plentimon: Peter_Pan rolled -->  3,  6,  9,  4,  9,  8,  3
 +
<br>Genji: Genji is nodding and thinking, nodding and thinking. "Well... about that. I wanted to ask your opinion on something, Adler..."
 +
<br>Adler: "Yes Genji?"
 +
Ariella_Hart: "For myself, having a stelae or cartouche as part of the background would be nice.  Perhaps a pair flanking the wolf."
 +
<br>Peter Pan: "A /what/?"
 +
<br>Genji: "Uhhh, well, I think I'm ready to start on a Legacy, now. I see how it's affected you and how much power and knowledge I could get from it and all... And there are two that I can get to through the Arrow..."
 +
* Ariella_Hart smiles slightly. "Stelae. Like, pillars with symbols engraven on them."
 +
* Ariella_Hart hms. "A legacy is a serious, serious choice. Playing with your soul is always serious business."
 +
<br>Peter Pan: "I think this is a little overdone already, why can't we just have a shaft of light with a spiral staircase around it?  It's simple, recognizable, and expresses our name"
 +
* Ariella_Hart smiles at Peter's comment. "And it will no doubt please the Silver Ladder types. That sounds fine to me, less is always more."
 +
<br>Peter Pan: "Now, the stairs, rail or no rail?"
 +
<br>Genji: "Yeah, I realize that, so I'm asking Adler. I kind of feel like there's more than one path I could take and this is all kind of confusing."
 +
<br>Adler: "Peter, maybe make an oval symbol underneath and write our name in Atlantian, as best we can figure it out. That will call to mind the oval shape of the Cartouche without being ostentatious about it, or adding too much visual clutter. We need to have it on there anyway..."
 +
Ariella_Hart: "All I can advise, Genji, is to take your time.  A Free Councilor friend once described Legacies to me as doing plastic surgery on your soul, and boy, was he right.  You have make sure that you're comfortable with how your soul looks afterwards.  Also, not being in a Legacy is also a fine choice."
 +
<br>Adler: "and make the staircase freestanding. Just steps, no railing or any obvious supports between them"
 +
<br>Genji: "Huh, I see."
 +
Ariella_Hart: "An apt metaphor for the Path of the Mysteries."
 +
<br>Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: "Best to let your soul stay your soul, my frien'.  Of course, if you vish for the vurk, go for it."
 +
<br>Peter Pan: "Guys, why don't we each figure out one word in atlantean that represents us.  I'll write the atlantean runes for those words int eh shaft of light"
 +
<br>Genji: Genji nods. "I think I'll stay the way I am, then. Sounds, uh, invasive. I'll go my own way."
 +
Ariella_Hart: "Also, the right Legacy will call to you.  It's all about sympathy and resonance.  Even before you're initiated, your soul will sing to the Legacy.  There's nothing more miserable than a Mage who's trapped in a Legacy he hates."
 +
Ariella_Hart: "Peter, have a care with that.  That might create sympathy that can attack our entire *Cabal*.  It's a good idea, but it should be thought of in the same way as a Shadow Name."
 +
<br>Peter Pan: "Any sigil we make to align ourselves under is a sympathy to our cabal."
 +
<br>Adler: "Peter has a point. In any case, as long as we don't go giving out our names, the sympathy from that is going to be pretty insignificant. And of course, Shadow names are always the best way to go,"
 +
<br>Adler: "Genji...maybe we should talk about it more after the Consilium meeting?"
 +
* Ariella_Hart nods in agreement.
 +
*** Ariella_Hart is now known as Obelisk.
 +
<br>Peter Pan: "So are we writing our actual shadow names, or single runes?  Writing names makes this a whole lot more jumbled looking.  Single characters are simple."
 +
<br>Adler: "Perhaps the Runes for our favored Arcana?"
 +
* Obelisk hehs. "We'll probably end up getting the Atlantean Pentacle then. But I'm sure that we can make a unique Atlantean ideogram that stands for the singular shadow name of our cabal, that works in all of those elements."
 +
<br>Peter Pan: "But those could eventually change.  I think just a word that we feel is appropriate form each of us."
 +
Obelisk: "All used together to create a unique sigil."
 +
<br>Peter Pan: "Exactly."
 +
<br>Adler: "Ok, so everone agrees on the Luminous Staircase and the sigil, as we have it? Well, once we add the Runes?"
 +
<br>Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: "Fine."
 +
<br>Adler: "Ok...lets go over what we want to have as the Creed and anything, although we don't exactly need to finish this before the meeting later..." Yak Yak Yak goes the nerdgirl
 +
<br>Storyteller: So, you finally, after much debate, manage to get things worked out.
 +
<br>Storyteller: And you get to the rented hall in one of the larger hotels along the coastline.
 +
<br>Adler: !ex 9
 +
Plentimon: Adler (9), 6, 5, 3, 2, 3, 1, 3, 3, 4, Successes : 0, Botch
 +
<br>Adler: !ex 9
 +
Plentimon: Adler (9), 4, 10, 3, 4, 4, 4, 10, 4, 4, Successes : 4
 +
<br>Adler: !ex 2
 +
Plentimon: Adler (2), 5, 4, Successes : 0
 +
<br>Storyteller: There's no doughnuts, but there's coffee, crullers, and, wait, there are some doughnuts.
 +
<br>Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: Brian bit into a donut, feeling the jolt from the sugar.
 +
<br>Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: Today.  There would be no rain over this hotel.
 +
<br>Genji: Mmmm, coffee. Genji takes some but lays off the sweets.
 +
<br>Storyteller: There are also some taquitos, but you're not quite certain what's in them.
 +
<br>Storyteller: There's plenty of tables and places to sit.
 +
<br>Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: Brian sat at a table with half the donuts and one of the coffee pots.
 +
<br>Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: Sugar, then caffeine.  Sugar, then caffeine.
 +
<br>Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: You didn't get processed sugar out in the forest.  You overload when you can.
 +
<br>Storyteller: You also see what is presumably the seating place for the Concilium.
 +
<br>Storyteller: There's chairs with the symbols of the different orders.
 +
<br>Peter Pan: Peter had a bit of a frown on his face as he walked around, looking almost as out-of-place as he felt.
 +
<br>Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: Brian's eyes flickered to the Arrows chair.  He couldn't help but wonder who they would send as their representative.
 +
<br>Storyteller: Two stand out because one has a symbol of a key ring with keys, and the other the pentacle on it.
 +
<br>Storyteller: Abuelo sits down in the one with the key ring and keys.
 +
<br>Storyteller: A rather haggard looking black haired man in a grey business suit sits down in the chair with the pentacle on it.
 +
* Obelisk takes the appropriate seat, alongside of her new Cabal.
 +
<br>Storyteller: (The only chairs with the symbols on it are for the Hirarch and the Councilors. The others are more comfortable, but undecorated.)
 +
<br>Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: Brian gave a knowing nod to Abuelo.  His staff sat leaning against his chair, the spear tip digging into the carpet.
 +
* Adler manages to slip a note about her presentation to Abuelo before he sits down, and scampers back to where the others are sitting, scooping her coffee back up.
 +
<br>Storyteller: A guy that looks like he could be a Transhuman Engineer sits in the free council seat.
 +
<br>Storyteller: A man in a tweed suit sits down in the Guardian's seat.
 +
<br>Storyteller: Woman in a blue sundress sits on the Arrows seat.
 +
<br>Storyteller: A bit of a murmer passes through the crowd, as nobody sits in the Mysterium seat for a bti.
 +
<br>Adler: Adler quietly asks around about Abuelo's seat.
 +
<br>Genji: Huh, she seemed interesting. Blue sundress...
 +
<br>Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: Brian gave a look over at Genji, then back at the Adamant Arrows seat.  She wasn't the true representative.  Someone else.
 +
<br>Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: It wasn't a good sign that the Sharpened Arrow arrived to one of these meetings.  Bad show of weakness.
 +
<br>Storyteller: A brown haired guy in slacks says "Well, he's the only one that really knows how to operate the tunnels, and they're so important to us that a seat was created for thier Keeper as it were. He's also a bit of a political neutral."
 +
<br>Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: But, couldn't always be helped.
 +
* Adler nods and quietly thanks the man
 +
* Adler continues to ask around about the council. Best to have as much information ahead of time as she can
 +
<br>Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: Brian continued to drink from his coffee and doughnuts.
 +
<br>Peter Pan: Peter was almost falling asleep, mentally praying for somthing interesting to happen while Tink lay slumped against his neck, snoring quietly.  And then there it was, the most interesting little emerald-green beetle creeping across the chair in front of him.  It's shell was hard and shiny, and it almsot couldn't possibly be native to the area, as he leaned forewards, his eyes followed the amusing little critter, bringing to life once mor
 +
<br>Peter Pan: the smile that lit up his face
 +
<br>Storyteller: Finally, the murmers quiet a bit when somebody in really worn clothes goes and sits in the Mysterium seat.
 +
<br>Adler: "...That...doesn't seem right."
 +
<br>Storyteller: Finally, the guy in the pentacle seat calls everyone to attention.
 +
<br>Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: Brian's foot tapped against his spear.  He didn't like this.  These reps...he just didn't like it.
 +
<br>Storyteller: "I want to thank everyone for making this meeting on such short notice."
 +
<br>Genji: Why was everyone missing? Ken stayed on his toes...
 +
* Adler worms her way to a place where she has good access to the front.
 +
<br>Storyteller: "Well, I do have some good news to bring to everyone's attention. It seems that the beast that has troubled us for so long has been finally vanquished."
 +
* Obelisk scowls. This means something bad is happening, to her. Very bad.
 +
<br>Peter Pan: And forewards...and forewards..and...wait...well I'll be, it had a bunch of bluish markings on it's back too!  Almost like a little smiley face, awesome!
 +
<br>Storyteller: He looks around. "Does the cabal in question have a representative that wishes to speak on that matter?"
 +
<br>Storyteller: More looking around.
 +
<br>Adler: "We do, Hierarch." Adler says, stepping forward. As she emerges, she glances at the Mysterium guy and puts her pinky of her left hand to her sternum before making a soft gesture downwards. "I will speak."
 +
<br>Storyteller: "You have the floor."
 +
<br>Adler: "Thank you." She steps out in front, taking a deep breath before begining the story she planned out earlier.
 +
<br>Adler: She uses all the limited talent she has in telling it, working in gestures and movements as appropriate, reading the crowd and playing on it.
 +
<br>Adler: !ex 12
 +
Plentimon: Adler (12), 3, 9, 3, 4, 10, 4, 5, 6, 10, 2, 4, 5, Successes : 5
 +
<br>Adler: (rote action reroll)
 +
<br>Adler: !ex 9
 +
Plentimon: Adler (9), 1, 5, 3, 1, 7, 8, 8, 10, 3, Successes : 5
 +
<br>Adler: (Rerolling 10s)
 +
<br>Adler: !ex 3
 +
Plentimon: Adler (3), 4, 2, 1, Successes : 0, Botch
 +
<br>Storyteller: As you give the story, you can feel the crowd relaxing.
 +
<br>Storyteller: After you're done, there is noticably less stress, and you can feel some of the appreciative eyes on you and your group.
 +
<br>Peter Pan: Peter paid attention to Adler and clapped a little when he finished until he noticed anobody else was clapping and quickly stopped.  His bug had flown away unfortunately.
 +
<br>Peter Pan: ^when she finished
 +
<br>Genji: Whew, nice job Addy. As usual she could be counted on.
 +
<br>Storyteller: "I wish to extend our greatest thanks to you and your group." Pentacle Man says.
 +
<br>Adler: "You're quite welcome, Hierarch," Adler inclines her head slightly to the man.
 +
<br>Storyteller: "Now on to the matter of the cabals and mages destroyed by the beast. At the moment, we don't know the full extent of the damage."
 +
<br>Storyteller: "However, the remaining mages are suggested to check in with the superiors of your order, so that we have some idea who's still here."
 +
* Obelisk frowns at the mention of Dead Mages. It seems there will be a lot of work that will need to be done, for her.
 +
<br>Storyteller: The rest of the meeting passes rather uneventfully. There's too much that needs to be rebuilt for any real work to get done.
 +
* Obelisk seeks out the ranking Mysterium representative, if there is one present, as per the Consilium's order.
 +
<br>Storyteller: Pentacle man calls an end to the formal meeting, and asks everyone to try and get recognised as alive to the general assembly.
 +
Obelisk: Actually, in history, many carribean pirate crews worked on a fairly anarcho-syndicalist system - shares for wealth, additional shares for the captain and quartermaster, officers and surgeon, crew voting on what targets to hit, captains getting demoted or keel hauled if they fucked up.
 +
<br>Storyteller: (Wrong window?)
 +
<br>Adler: (ya, that was aimed at the mainchat, I would bet.)
 +
Obelisk: (Yes)
 +
Obelisk: (sorry!)
 +
<br>Peter Pan: Peter stood up and stretched, grinning as he turned to Tink.  "So...technically, I don't have to go wait in line to talk to anyone because I don't have an Order, right?"  Tink blinked a few times as she too woke up.  'Well, I guess that's correct, nice one kiddo.'
 +
<br>Storyteller: Some pages are being passed around, for the attendants to sign.
 +
<br>Adler: Adler trots up to the man in the councilor seat for the Mysterium. "Do we know what happened to the others?
 +
<br>Adler: "
 +
* Obelisk whispers to Adler - "You know that you're the ranking Mysterium mage here, right? People will be reporting into *you*, you know. If you want, I can run interference."
 +
<br>Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: Brian stood up from the table, heading toward the Sharpened Arrow to check in.
 +
<br>Adler: "No, its fine. If we're going to rebuild, we need to know what was lost, first."
 +
* Obelisk walks behind Adler, as she looks back to scan the crowd, seeing if any other Scholars were present.
 +
<br>Storyteller: "Well, the actual councilor is dead, his provost nearly so. I have no idea about the Censor, but the Curator had to stay behind and put out some fires."
 +
<br>Storyteller: He says this very fast, and very nervously.
 +
<br>Storyteller: Brian, she puts down your name on a sheet of paper, even as she mutters curses about the Councilor.
 +
<br>Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: Brian walked up to the woman in the blue sundress, Equan roosting on his shoulder.  "EMP, checking in.  How ist ze Piercing Arrow?"
 +
<br>Adler: "...goddamnit. Pretty typical that the chief Censor is missing. And the Curator shouldn't leave the Athenaeum anyway. But...argh. They leave a Dodechoi to take care of things?"
 +
<br>Storyteller: Brian "Paranoid as ever. With luck, he'll attend again in two meetings."
 +
* Obelisk merely shrugs. "People are people, nothing's perfect."
 +
<br>Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: "Just because ve're paranoid, doesn't mean somethink doesn't vant us dead."  Brian nods.  "Send him my best."
 +
<br>Adler: "rrgh. Oh well." Adler turns to start figuring out who is here from the Mysterium
 +
<br>Storyteller: There's a few Mysterium around.
 +
<br>Storyteller: They eventually find thier way to you.
 +
<br>Storyteller: Some of them ask who the guy in the chair is.
 +
<br>Peter Pan: Peter sort of wandered back outside
 +
<br>Adler: Adler introduces him with a shrug, correlating present people with a mental list of Mysterium members.
 +
<br>Storyteller: You kind of realize that absolutely nobody knows who the guy in the chair is.
 +
Obelisk: "I'm new here, so I can't say.  Obelisk, Necromancer of the Stone Scribes, at your service."  Obelisks makes introductions.
 +
<br>Storyteller: A few people approach you with the names of people they know are dead.
 +
Obelisk: As per standard Stone Scribe protocol, she revently records the Shadow Names that she is given, and offers her services to preserve the final names of lost cabal mates and companions.
 +
<br>Storyteller: Peter, the guy in the free council seat gets somebody to take his place, and walks over to you.
 +
<br>Storyteller: "So, uh, you don't seem to be mingling with everyone else."
 +
* Obelisk makes sure that word is passed politely amongst the entire chamber, as she must know take up the duties that Tatyana no doubt provided for the Consilium.
 +
<br>Peter Pan: He smiled.  "I'm not so good with new people.  Besides, I can't stand bureacracy"  He stuck out his hand.  "I'm Peter, nice to meet you."
 +
<br>Storyteller: "Call me Harold. I was standing in for Maude, but then lo and behold, I see the guy that should be sitting there nursing some coffee."
 +
<br>Storyteller: He takes your hand and shakes it.
 +
<br>Peter Pan: "What?"
 +
<br>Storyteller: "Just me blabbering on as usual. Maude tells me that I need to speak less, but I guess I don't listen too well." He looks a bit sheepish.
 +
<br>Peter Pan: "I just didn't quite catch the line about the coffee..."
 +
<br>Peter Pan: "Anyways, wanna go grab a bite to eat?  I think eveyrone's gonna be a bit busy for a while, and I hate being cooped up here."
 +
<br>Storyteller: "Sure. You mind walking?"
 +
<br>Peter Pan: "Not in the slightest, I'm not really a fan of cars myself."  He grinned
 +
* Obelisk requests the shadow names of the known dead, and means of contacting their Cabal Leaders to offer Stone Scribe services.
 +
<br>Storyteller: Oblesk, you get more responses than you think you can reasonably deal with.
 +
<br>Adler: Adler sighs and rubs her temples for a moment. "This is such a mess...."
 +
<br>Storyteller: Peter, you and Harold make way to small place called the Lighthouse.
 +
* Obelisk has no choice. She immediately gets to work recording contact information. "I will contact each one of you across this week." Even for those who do not wish for their fellow's names to be recorded, they still need to grieve, as Mages.
 +
<br>Peter Pan: "This is nice"
 +
<br>Storyteller: It's rather expensive, but Harold assures you that it's the best fish in town.
 +
* Obelisk also assists Adler to the best of her ability. It seems like she got to this Cabal, just in time.
 +
<br>Storyteller: Also, Adler and Oblesk, you hear manage to overhear some guys talking about Tax.
 +
* Adler just wishes she could be back in her books, is all. Or maybe with Peter doing something...
 +
* Adler attemts to hear as much as she can
 +
<br>Storyteller: Basically, one of the two, a Guardian you think, knows the location of one of his stashes and is willing to split them with the other guy.
 +
<br>Peter Pan: "I don't have a lot of money unfrortunately, I'll jsut get somthign to drink."
 +
* Obelisk is probably overwhelmed, dealing with a line of Mages. God! Whole *cabals* destroyed. She may need to call in help from out of town. Further, she makes sure to keep a list of mages who are also MIA.
 +
<br>Storyteller: "It'll be on me. I'm just glad to be out of there. I'd rather be working on my things, but hey."
 +
<br>Genji: Genji was lost. Things were really starting to spiral away now... Would nothing around here clear up?
 +
<br>Storyteller: That's way Harold says to you, Peter.
 +
<br>Peter Pan: "You sure?"
 +
<br>Adler: Adler's eyes unfocus for a split second, the only real sign she's casting a spell, as she contacts the book telepathically
 +
<br>Storyteller: "Yah. If you really want to repay me, just answer some questions."
 +
<br>Adler: !ex 7
 +
Plentimon: Adler (7), 8, 5, 6, 4, 9, 9, 7, Successes : 4
 +
<br>Adler: And asks it about the location they mentioned
 +
<br>Storyteller: The location has mostly old blackmail material.
 +
<br>Storyteller: 90% of it, according to Tax, is worthless by now.
 +
<br>Adler: Nothing important?
 +
<br>Peter Pan: "What do you want to know?"
 +
<br>Storyteller: Not unless you are looking to blackmail some of the vamps ,Tax says.
 +
<br>Adler: Well, that's good
 +
<br>Storyteller: Harold's first question is about that beetle.
 +
<br>Peter Pan: "Ummm...it was a beetle?"
 +
<br>Storyteller: "I've never seen one like that. Where did you get it?"
 +
<br>Peter Pan: "Don't know, I was just bored and wanted somthing neat to look at."
 +
<br>Adler: Adler motions for the Mysterium to gather around once all the attendance/name stuff is taken care of.
 +
<br>Storyteller: "Hrm, interesting, interesting. Also, I could be wrong, but I could have sworn that I saw you somewhere yesterday. Now where was it?" Harold appears to be deep in though.
 +
<br>Peter Pan: "Don't know, I was just out aned about in town yesterday"
 +
<br>Storyteller: Adler, pretty soon, the Mysterium are gathered around you, as there's a short break as more food gets brought in.
 +
<br>Storyteller: Peter, there's a look of recognition. "Ah yes. Mrs. Gonzalez. Mind telling me why you' were there?"
 +
* Obelisk settles into the role of Adler's assistant, organizing the torrent of information and making sure to get everyone's secure e-mails, message drop offs and other means of contact, as well as gathering info on the dead and missing.
 +
<br>Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: Brian, not really needed since there's another Arrow of the same rank as himself there to handle the lines, headed straight for the food.
 +
<br>Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: Food is good.
 +
<br>Storyteller: There's lots of fish dishes, and some beef dishes.
 +
<br>Storyteller: There's also little cubes of cheese and crackers.
 +
<br>Peter Pan: "I was doing odd jobs so I coudl buy some clothes, she had me pack up her son's stuff, and she made me some delicious pasta."
 +
<br>Storyteller: "Ah. My. Interesting, Peter. This may seem abrupt, but do you know what she is?"
 +
<br>Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: Brian took the fish and beef.
 +
<br>Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: And some of the cheese and crackers.
 +
<br>Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: But mostly the meat.
 +
<br>Peter Pan: "A very nice old lady?"
 +
<br>Adler: "Ok, obviously, if there is anything that people know were in the hands of those of us who were unfortunatly slain that belongs in the hands of the Athenaeum, or that we should take in trust for its proper owner until the chaos dies down, I expect everyone to work towards securing it. This is the kind of time when important lore gets lost in the chaos, after all."
 +
<br>Storyteller: The others are a bit discommoded at the 16 year old giving commands, but they do recognise you as their superior.
 +
* Obelisk also does her best to back Adler, occasionally giving them a withering glare whenver anyone questions Adler's Status amongst the Mysterium.
 +
<br>Storyteller: Peter, Harold gives a hollow laugh, and responds "She's also very, very dangerous. She's a student of a mage called Rhodes. Very scary, the both of them."
 +
<br>Peter Pan: "She's not scary, she's just a nice lady.  I bet it's all some big misunderstanding."
 +
<br>Storyteller: "Granted, we don't know that she did anything, but I though you might like to know about her rather bad reputation. And to be careful. Rhodes was obsessive, and so might Gonzalez."
 +
<br>Storyteller: Adler, somebody bumps into you in the shuffle of people, and you notice that there's a book on you that wasn't there before.
 +
<br>Peter Pan: "Ummm...K."  He shrugged.  "Anything else?"
 +
<br>Storyteller: "Well, just watch out. I really don't want to find out if she can make pumpkinheads like her teacher did."
 +
<br>Adler: Adler glances at the book
 +
<br>Peter Pan: "Pumpkinheads?"
 +
<br>Storyteller: Adler, it's a book of Tax's.
 +
<br>Storyteller: Peter, Harold sighs, then says, sotto voice "Animated bodies of men and women that have big pumpkins for heads."
 +
<br>Storyteller: "Very hard to kill off magically, and pretty hardy physically."
 +
<br>Genji: Ken joins Brian in eating the snacks. Tasty, tasty.
 +
<br>Adler: "Now then...if you'll excuse me, I want to go get something to eat." Adler gives all of her fellows a smile and then scoots in the direction of the table, glancing over the book as she goes.
 +
<br>Storyteller: It's part last will and testament, part autobiography, and part list of blackmail material on almost literally everyone.
 +
<br>Storyteller: Brian, Ken, sombody bumps into you guys, apologises and then leaves.
 +
<br>Peter Pan: "That's a little creepy..."
 +
<br>Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: Brian looked up, his eyes following the person that bumped into them.
 +
<br>Storyteller: You feel a bit heavier, Brian and Ken.
 +
<br>Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: "...Genji, ist zis just me, or are ve...veird?"
 +
<br>Genji: "...I think I gained weight?" Ken pats himself down.
 +
<br>Storyteller: Harold sighs. "It's not like I have much room to speak.
 +
<br>Storyteller: Ken, there's a book in your back pocket.
 +
<br>Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: Brian looks down into his robes.
 +
<br>Genji: He pulls the book out, showing it to the other mage. "...Wierd. That guy must have been slick to get THIS on ME."
 +
<br>Storyteller: Brian, new book in your robes.
 +
<br>Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: Brian pulled the book out of his robes, looking at the cover and the front page.
 +
<br>Peter Pan: "I'm just...I'm just gonna go back and see the others, no thanks on lunch."
 +
<br>Storyteller: Harold says that he'll see you later, then.
 +
<br>Storyteller: Brian, it's in Russian and says "Read this. Now."
 +
* Brian_Exorcian_Steffanoskovich 's eyebrow raised, flipping through the pages and reading quickly through the familiar russian words.
 +
<br>Storyteller: It's from the local Arrow Councilor. It says, in not so many words, that a very dangerous mage called Rhodes might be coming to town, and to be prepared to deal with her.
 +
<br>Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: Brian finished the booklet, closing it and placing it in his pocket.  "Piercing arrow isn't even here, and he gives us vurk."
 +
<br>Storyteller: Genji, yours says much the same.
 +
<br>Storyteller: Oblesk, you notice a shiny booklet at your feet.
 +
* Obelisk snatches it up, putting it with her other folders and notes.
 +
<br>Storyteller: Assuming that he takes no detours, Peter is back by now.
 +
<br>Adler: Adler snags a piece of food and goes looking for Abuelo
 +
<br>Storyteller: Abuelo's sitting there, bored, with some menudo infront of him. He's eating it.
 +
<br>Adler: Adler smiles, "How are you doing?"
 +
<br>Storyteller: "I'm doing alright. It'd be better if there were less dead, but ah well."
 +
<br>Storyteller: "How are you doing?"
 +
<br>Peter Pan: Eventually, Peter found his way back to the Hotel-room
 +
<br>Adler: "Seems like someone was handing out books," Adler holds up her newest aquisition, "but in any case, I'm feeling better now that I actually have a cabal roughly formed."
 +
<br>Storyteller: "That's good. Was the book a work of Tax's?"
 +
<br>Adler: "Basically, yes."
 +
<br>Storyteller: "This sounds like something he'd do."
 +
<br>Storyteller: Abuelo shakes his head.
 +
<br>Storyteller: "Now I'm going to worry about what's going to happen next. Or how he's going to make everyone's lives more... interesting."
 +
<br>Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: Brian gave a small yawn, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small flask.  He popped the top, letting the burning vodka slide down his throat.  After a few gulps, he looked over to Abuelo, holding it up questioningly."
 +
<br>Genji: Ken was just kind of staring at the book. "When the hell did we become troubleshooters?"
 +
<br>Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: "The moment ve killed somethink no vun else could."
 +
<br>Storyteller: Pentacle man stands up and tries to call everyone to attention.
 +
<br>Genji: *SIGH* "Figures."
 +
<br>Storyteller: It takes a bit, but he gets everyone to quiet down.
 +
<br>Storyteller: "It's come to my attention that Rhodes might be coming to town. I ask that you avoid her if you can, and never deal with her in anything less than a group of three if you must."
 +
<br>Peter Pan: His eyes went a little bit wide at that one."
 +
* Peter_Pan murders the "
 +
<br>Storyteller: "Although, if you can find out that she's planning to make more of her pumpkinheads, then report to a superior and your councilor.
 +
<br>Storyteller: "It's likely that she's not going to do anything beyond vacation here, but we need to be careful. We're already far too weakened by the attacks of the beast."
 +
* Obelisk scowls again.
 +
<br>Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: Brian turned his head to Genji.  "Convenient.  She vacations after the town ist weakened."
 +
<br>Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: "Vith plenty of bodies for her to use."
 +
<br>Genji: "She's definitely not going to relax while she's here... Guess it's up to us?"
 +
* Obelisk whispers to Genji. "This woman is a Necromancer, I take it?"
 +
<br>Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: "No starting anything, on the chance she IS vacationing.  No reason to instigate.  Ve'll just...vatch her until she leaves, or she makes a move."
 +
<br>Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: Brian gave a chuckle at Obelisk's question.  "No need to vorry unless you're Ichabod Crane."
 +
* Obelisk just shakes her head. "It sounds to me like this woman isn't as picky."
 +
<br>Storyteller: A man in khakis and a polo shirt looks panicked. "Why do I need to worry?"
 +
<br>Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: Brian looked over at him.  "...stay avay from bridges."
 +
<br>Genji: Ken nods.
 +
<br>Storyteller: "I... I'll keep that in mind."
 +
<br>Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: Brian looked back at Obelisk.  "Rhodes...she is a strange vun.  Takes dead bodies...and removes the head.  Replaces it vith a pumpkin."
 +
<br>Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: "Pumpkinheads.  Vicious creatures."
 +
<br>Genji: "How do you take them out?"
 +
<br>Storyteller: One of the other arrows answers "With fire's the best way."
 +
<br>Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: "Fire.  Lightnink bolt vurks quite vell, I found."
 +
Obelisk: "Are they necromantic constructs?  Like zombies?
 +
<br>Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: "Of course, magic isn't alvays best.  Sometimes..."  He picked up his spear, letting the rustic iron point glint in the light.  "Sometimes, a good point vurks vunders."
 +
Obelisk: "That sounds to me like perhaps a unique Legacy power, or some obscure rote. Too true, Brian."
 +
<br>Storyteller: "Most of them are necromantic. Some aren't. The ones that aren't the ones to look out for."
 +
<br>Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: "Some may smile at you.  Those are just carvings.  They don't smile anymore."
 +
<br>Storyteller: One of the Mysterium pipes up. "The ones with green pumpkins are tougher. They even have powers that they can use."
 +
<br>Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: Brian nodded.  "Rhodes, she is quite a...how you say...dog in heat."
 +
<br>Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: "Sometimes, it seems she makes these things just because she can."
 +
<br>Storyteller: Somebody, and you're not certain who, rather loudly wishes that Tax had never met the woman.
 +
<br>Adler: "...lovely...
 +
<br>Adler: "
 +
<br>Adler: Adler goes back to flipping through the new book
 +
<br>Genji: Ken is fairly enraptured by the story... part of him WANTS to fight one of the things now. And a larger part wanted to take out this Rhodes chick, but that probably wasn't going to happen.
 +
<br>Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: Brian gave a small smile.  "Zap them just right...and the inside of the pumpkin glows.  Jack o' lanterns, like home.
 +
<br>Storyteller: Brian, Soze approaches you, and offers his hand.
 +
<br>Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: Brian looked up, holding his hand up in return.
 +
<br>Storyteller: He shakes your hand, then walks out.
 +
<br>Storyteller: There's some paper in you hand.
 +
<br>Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: Brian took the shake gladly, his thumb sliding the paper for him to read.
 +
* Plentimon unlocks the freefall acheivement in Portal
 +
<br>Storyteller: It reads, "Payment in Full for services rendered, 'protecton.'"
 +
<br>Storyteller: The i is faded out.
 +
Plentimon: ...aww, I hit the edge.
 +
<br>Storyteller: Plentimon is talking in the wrong window.
 +
<br>Adler: Adler twitches as Fate apparently is playing a video game
 +
<br>Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: Brian took in a deep breath, letting it out in a full relax.  He slid the paper into his pocket along with the book.  He'll be able to sleep later.

Current revision as of 01:10, 16 December 2007


Peter Pan: Peter coughed a bit as he finished his spellcasting. He had a bit of a roughed up look to him like someone chucked him into a wall a few times, but he had a grin on his face nonetheless. IT came up heads, today was gonna be a good day.
Peter Pan: Peter sighed a little, walking around in his white t-shirt and blue jeans that were mostly ok after being washed, they jsut had some stains that could be anything rom kool-aid to rust. He walked up to the first of many doors he'd have to knock on.
Peter Pan: Three times, eh gave a sharp rap of his fist against the solid material, waiting to see who would come out of this average-looking house
Storyteller: A grey haired old woman answers the door. "Yes?"
Peter Pan: Peter smiled brightly and clasped his hands together. "Hello ma'am, how are you today?" He tilted his head a little. "My name is Peter, and I'm going door-to-door to see if there are any odd jobs I can help you with, moving things, cleaning things, whatever you like. I'm trying to scrape together a little bit of money to buy some new clothes for school." His smile brightened a bit
Storyteller: "Are you any good at packing?"
Peter Pan: He blinked a few times. "I don't have a lto of experience, but I'd be happy to try and help with whatever I can, and if you aren't satisfied, then there's no charge!"
Storyteller: "My grandson is going off to college, and I'd like some help packing some of his things. I can't pay too much, but you'll get a meal out of it too."
Peter Pan: "Well that would be just grand." He nodded a little. "I'd be happy to help you with that"
Storyteller: It takes a few hours to get everything packed, but you do get to have some very lovely pasta with sauce and meatballs after you're done.
Peter Pan: Peter made friendly conversation witht he woman and accidentally almost left without asking for any money
Storyteller: For your work, you get a twenty, and and older one at that.
Peter Pan: Peter thanked her graciously and asked if there was anything else she thought she might need help with in the future
Storyteller: "No, nothing anytime soon. I do however have a friend that has some problems with wasps, but she lives a bit away."
Peter Pan: "Oh, I reckon I coudl get over there, where does she live?"
Storyteller: She gives you some directions to Pasadena street, and tells you that she's at 610.
Peter Pan: Peter started heading that way. If he could just go and directly ask people he knew needed a bit of help, his chances were better.
Storyteller: If you follow them, you're taken past one of the local high schools, Driscoll Children's hospital, a starbucks, and so on, down staples, untill you see the high school, pass the elementary school, and then wind up on Pasadena.
Peter Pan: He walked over to 610 and knocked three times again.
Storyteller: A really sleepy looking guy in shorts and a grey shirt answers. "Yeah?"
Peter Pan: "Hello sir, is the Missus home? Miss Gonzalez sent me to talk to her." He smiled cheerfully
Storyteller: "My aunt? She's out, but what're you here for? I can take a message."
Peter Pan: "I just heard she was having some problems with wasps, so I came to see if I could help out."
Storyteller: "Ah. Well, if you can supply your own spray, I'd give you 25 myself."
Peter Pan: HE grinned a bit. "I think I can manage that."
Peter Pan: With that he left and started heading over to the store where he could use some of his $20 to buy a bit of wasp spray
Storyteller: He points you to one of the windows you passed by. "Nest's there, I'll leve the back door open for you when you get back."
Storyteller: "This is the front, back's through the garage." The garage has is open, and currently has nothing in it.
Peter Pan: Peter came abck later and made sure nobody was watching him. He spent a few seconds muttering to himself in the weird language Adler had taught him. Then he made a few gestures with his hands and attempted to make sure things went well
Peter Pan: roll 4#1d10 Plentimon: Peter_Pan rolled --> 7, 5, 3, 6
Peter Pan: roll 4#1d10 Plentimon: Peter_Pan rolled --> 6, 1, 4, 6
Peter Pan: roll 4#1d10 Plentimon: Peter_Pan rolled --> 1, 5, 3, 1
Peter Pan: roll 4#1d10 Plentimon: Peter_Pan rolled --> 1, 6, 4, 2
Peter Pan: roll 4#1d10 Plentimon: Peter_Pan rolled --> 5, 7, 10, 3
Peter Pan: roll 1#1d10 Plentimon: Peter_Pan rolled --> 4
Peter Pan: Knowing his spell would only last a short while, Peter moved in a mad dash of spraying back and forth among the wasps!
Peter Pan: roll 7#1d10 Plentimon: Peter_Pan rolled --> 1, 2, 4, 1, 1, 1, 2
Storyteller: Peter, you do spray them. It's a very good job. Just that the spray on the top breaks after a few sprays.
Storyteller: And the wasps are now stirred up.
Peter Pan: "Shit!" Peter exclaimed, attempting to un-jam the spray
Peter Pan: Gritting his teeth, peter was afraid...but then he grinned, he knew what he could certainly do
Storyteller: Fortunately, your armor keeps the worst of the wasps from you.
Peter Pan: roll 4#1d10 Plentimon: Peter_Pan rolled --> 3, 4, 8, 9
Peter Pan: He moved forewards, making long sweeps with the cap pressed down to quell and eliminate the pest problem
Peter Pan: roll 7#1d10 Plentimon: Peter_Pan rolled --> 7, 6, 2, 3, 2, 9, 2
Storyteller: Yeah, you've gotten the wasps.
Storyteller: All of them.
Peter Pan: Peter stood with a triumphant smile on his face, set the can down and began looking around for a broom and dustpan
Storyteller: They're dead as a doornail.
Storyteller: There's one left in the garage.
Peter Pan: He swept up, dumped them in the trash and then went to knock on the house's door again
Storyteller: "So. Done already?"
Peter Pan: He nodded. "Yep, I left the rest of the can in the garage"
Storyteller: "Ok. Mind if I ask one question?"
Peter Pan: "Sure"
Storyteller: "Mage?"
Peter Pan: "Rook?"
Storyteller: "I mean, are you one."
Peter Pan: "Are you?"
Storyteller: "Yeah. So's my abuelo."
Peter Pan: "Oh, you know Abuelo?"
Storyteller: "Abuelo is Spanish for grandfather, but yes. Everyone does. Even the others."
Peter Pan: "Oh, neat. Umm...can I have my money?"
Storyteller: "Sure." he hands you a new twenty, four ones, and a gold coin.
Peter Pan: "Is that a Sacagewea dollar?" He picked it up and peered at it closely
Storyteller: "Nah. One of the Washington dollars."
Peter Pan: "Oh, cool. Well, thanks!" He smiled happily and turned to head out. He reckoned he had enough for a new decvent set of clothes now
Storyteller: "See you later."
Peter Pan: And Peter goes off and buys a new set of the same old clothes
Storyteller: When you get to the check out, you see that one of the one dollar bills is actually a two dollar bill.
Peter Pan: I'll hang onto the two dollar bill and the gold coin if I can
Storyteller: It's close, but you do manage to keep them.
Peter Pan: Then I'll head back to 610
Peter Pan: He kept the two-dollar bill in his pocket, and held the gold coin in his hand as he knocked on the door again
Storyteller: It's a bit walking, because of traffic, but you get back.
Storyteller: "Hello."
Peter Pan: "Excuse me sir, but you accidentally overpaid me" He held out the coin
Storyteller: "Ah. Thank you for your honesty. Hold on a bit." He takes the coin, goes back in, and closes the door slightly.
Storyteller: It's about thirty seconds, and he comes back with a canned cream soda.
Storyteller: It's HEB brand.
Storyteller: "For your troubles.
Peter Pan: He shook his head. "No thanks, I'm just gonna head home." He smiled and shook his head politely before turning to leave
Storyteller: "Later."
Peter Pan: "Later"
Peter Pan: And Peter heads home with his new clothes

      • Master_Zor has joined #arispemage.
      • Master_Zor is now known as Ariella_Hart.


Adler: !ex 7 Plentimon: Adler (7), 7, 7, 4, 2, 4, 10, 8, Successes : 5
Adler: !ex 4 Plentimon: Adler (4), 2, 1, 5, 5, Successes : 0, Botch
Adler: !ex 4 Plentimon: Adler (4), 4, 8, 5, 2, Successes : 1
Adler: !ex 1 Plentimon: Adler (1), 5, Successes : 0
Adler: !ex 4 Plentimon: Adler (4), 8, 4, 7, 5, Successes : 2
Adler: !ex 3 Plentimon: Adler (3), 7, 6, 2, Successes : 1
Adler: !ex 4 Plentimon: Adler (4), 4, 8, 9, 7, Successes : 3

      • Raiden has joined #arispemage.
      • Raiden is now known as Brain_Excorcian_Steffanoskovic.
      • Kiwi has joined #arispemage.
      • Kiwi is now known as Genji.


Storyteller: So, it's been three days, would everyone be willing to give a quick summary of how they spent the days?
Peter Pan: 1) Tomb Raiding 2) Doing odd jobs to buy clothes 3) Wishing I could practice my fencing u.u, Brain_Excorcian_Steffanoskovic: Brian traded shifts with Ken guarding the warehouse basement. In between he communed with Gaia, and worked on renewing the Anti-Space and Fate wards that kept certain Russian individuals from finding him.
Adler: We raided Alan's Stuff, and then Adler got a bunch of it put back together at the Clocktower, but a whole bunch of it is still in bunches of crates

      • Brain_Excorcian_Steffanoskovic is now known as Brian_Exorcian_Steffanoskovich.


Genji: Ken wanted to find out what Addy and Peter had claimed from Alan's place, and there was the aforementioned guard duty. He also turned in his reports to the Arrows on the monster. Hopefully there's a promotion in store for him somewhere?
Storyteller: There's almost literally a ton of things that got brought back, mostly books and clothing, but there are some enchanted things.
Adler: Pretty much the average contents of a Mysterium Athenaeum, when you get right down to it
Storyteller: And the reports have been filed, and an appropriate reward for you and Brian will be though of after the meeting today.
Adler: although...Adler kinda wishes there was more space
Adler: anyway
Adler: Adler needs everyone to get together
Peter Pan: Peter's just floating around the clocktower as usual
Genji: Ken shows up as usual. He has to start his training classes again fairly soon, but he's available until that happens.
Peter Pan: He smiled from about a foot below the ceiling. "Hey Ken, what's up?"
Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: Brian arrived, his eyes showing the exhaustion. The wards around him were weakening, and as such he had to go with as little sleep as possible to check for any searchings into his name or location.
Genji: The shaman removes his glasses smiling at the floating mage. "Not much yet. Kind of excited to be getting back to my regular job soon. Know what Adler wants?"
Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: Equan, however, was happily rested and roosting on Brian's shoulder.
Peter Pan: "Well, today's when we're supposed to go talk to everyone isn't it?"
Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: "Meetings...vhat a vaste of a day."
Peter Pan: "Are thesae thigns that boring?"
Genji: "Yes. They are."
Genji: God this had better move quick...
Peter Pan: "Oh man, I was excited..."
Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: "Not everythink in our vorld is fun und excitink."
Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: "We have meetings. And jobs. And responsibilites. For instance, I am a tutor vhen the Arrows find a protege of Forces. I don't vant to do it. But we have our jobs."
Genji: "I'm a personal trainer and dance instructor."
Peter Pan: "You make it sound like mage society sucks."
Genji: "It doesn't SUCK but it's not always monster slayign and adventure."
Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: "You are told everythink you knew vas a lie, beings you don't even see vant you dead, and eventually our own pover vill consume us."
Peter Pan: He sighed a little bit, floating down to sit on the table
Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: "There are vurse things."

  • Ariella_Hart approaches the Clocktower, at the appointed time, to meet with Adler. Wearing a floral tunic and a pair of jeans, Professor Munroe is a tough but fair assistant professor of history and archaelogy.
  • Adler is waiting just inside, and ushers her upstairs to the top floor, which is immediatly recognisable as a Hallow
  • Ariella_Hart is known as Caroline Munroe to the school administration and the student body.


Genji: "Don't get too down Peter, it's a pretty awesome existence. Just like regular life, though, it's got ups and downs."
Peter Pan: "Gotcha
Adler: clears her throat as she enters, "Excuse me, everyone, but I would like to introduce Obelisk. She's asked me if she could join as a forming member of our cabal."

  • Adler stands aside for the other mystagogue


Peter Pan: "What's she like?"
Genji: Genji crosses his arms. "Yeah, I'd like more info. The four of us kind of went through a huge trial together, seems kinda out of the blue to add another in..."
Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: Brian had kind of zoned out against the wall, his hair covering the sides of his face.
Adler: "Smart. She's another member of my order..." Adler frowns, "...and she has the familiarity with the Arcanum of Death that it became so immediatly apparent that we lacked."
Genji: "Hmm, yeah, there is that..."
Genji: "Well I trust your recommendation, Adler. If you think she's trustworthy I have no reason to doubt you." Adler had her head on her shoulders tighter than the rest of them, after all.
Peter Pan: Peter nodded. "A friend of Adler's is a friend of mine."

  • Ariella_Hart stands in the appointed place, careful not to violate protocol. Entrance into a cabal is an invitation to join a family. She lowers her shades, looking about for Adler.


Adler: "Ok...I'll go bring her up then, so she can meet you all."

  • Adler almost runs down the stairs


Adler: "Obelisk! Come in, come in." Adler says, poking her head out of the door

  • Ariella_Hart looks about. Shouting Shadow names in public makes her wince a bit, but Adler's enthusiasm then makes her smile. She rushes up to the door. She takes Adler's hand. "Good to see you again." In doing so, she passes along one of the always changing Mysterium hand signs, as proof of her identity. To Mage Sight, she is currently cloaked by a leaden network of ectoplasmic flames, which indicates use of the Death Arcana


Adler: The younger mage smiles and ushers her in, "Don't worry. I doubt anyone is paying attention to the clocktower anyway. I tend to encourage that." the warlock says with a wink, "The others are waiting upstairs."

  • Ariella_Hart follows Adler. "Still, my first Master always encouraged that. We had a hellacious Guardians cabal in Tel Aviv. Please, lead on."


Adler: and up, up, up they go, "Ya, well, I don't think the Guardians are going to be able to justify any action against us, at least for the next few months."

  • Ariella_Hart snorts. "I'm down for that. They perform a necessary service, but I'ev had the bad fortune to meet some absolutely zealous nuts."


Adler: "Ok. Here we are. These are, in order, Genji, Peter Pan, and EMP," Adler indicates each one of the other mages in turn, "Everyone, this is Obelisk."
Peter Pan: "Nice to meet you" Peter waved merily
Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: Brian's face continued to be hid by his hair. The lack of sleep was...exhausting. Ariella_Hart: "I'm called Obelisk, Necromancer of the Mysterium Order, Initiate of the Stone Scribes. Pleased to meet you all!"

  • Ariella_Hart extends her hand to greet each of the Cabal members.


Genji: "Pleasure."
Peter Pan: He shook her hand warmly. "Welcome to the club"
Genji: Ken gives her a firm, friendly handshake.
Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: Brian looks at the hand, then goes back to his trance. Ariella_Hart: "from my understanding, this is the final interview for my joining your Cabal, correct?"
Genji: "Uhh, Brian's tired right now, don't mind him."

  • Ariella_Hart smiles and shakes her head in understanding. "It's fine, no trouble."


Peter Pan: "Ummm, I don't know about that, Adler's sort of in-charge of this whole Cabal thing..." Ariella_Hart: "Well, this is really important. You folks don't really *no* me as of yet, and I want to extend as much good faith as I can."
Adler: "Everyone else has had a lot on their minds recently. Cleaning up in the aftermath of this mess has been a load and a half."
Genji: "Reports to file, gian monster corpse to drag around, you know the drill."
Adler: "In any case, we really need to decide on what we're going to present to the Consilium later, as far as a Cabal name and Sigil..."
Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: "...hungry."

  • Ariella_Hart shrugs. "Maybe I can help." She pauses. "Giant monster corpse?"


Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: Brian began to gnaw on the jerky he found in the basement of the warehouse.
Peter Pan: "Hmmm, we're two females too many to call ourselves The Lost Boys"

  • Ariella_Hart turns pale. Yes, that thing.


Adler: "I'll give you the full story after I give a presentation in front of the Consilium
Adler: "
Adler: "but yes. Hmm..." Ariella_Hart: "Um... have you cast preservative spells on this corpse? So it doesn't rot."
Peter Pan: "I hope they burn the thing and freeze the ashes somewhere in the frozen wastes."
Genji: I don't think it CAN rot. Not exactly made out of meat."

  • Ariella_Hart nods in agreement to Peter. "No doubt. But please let's do that *after* we've had a chance to study it?" She says this pleadingly.

Ariella_Hart: "If it's OK, I'd like to take a look at it, maybe examine it with some spells."
Adler: "...I'm not entirely sure that that would be wise."
Genji: "Yeah, this thing wasn't a regular monster." Plus it would probably be best if it didn't get given to a Necromancer... the idea creeped Ken out.
Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: "It ist a reject, anyvay."
Peter Pan: "Don't study it. All that knowledge can do is corrupt."
Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: "The real vun is still locked up...under my vatch..." Ariella_Hart: "I give you my solemn word that I will not attempt any spells on this thing except for spells which reveal knowledge. As for *corrupt* knowledge, corruption comes from action and use. Knowledge of what makes that thing tick might be vital in defense against another one of it's kind, later." Ariella_Hart: "But, regardless, I will abide by the Cabal's judgement."
Genji: "That's probably not necessary. The creator is dead and we know how to take them down now."
Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: "Here ist the judgement. Anyvun vanting to look at the beast longer than it takes to push into incinerator VILL lose their head."
Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: He took another bite of jerky.
Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: Cranky russians are cranky.
Storyteller: Roll 1#1d10 Plentimon: Arispe_STing rolled --> 10
Storyteller: Roll 1#1d10 Plentimon: Arispe_STing rolled --> 2
Peter Pan: roll 4#1d10 Plentimon: Peter_Pan rolled --> 8, 2, 3, 9
Peter Pan: As Brian opened his mouth, Peter made a beeline for him clasping a hand over his mouth, just a little too late to stop the word "The" at the beginning of his statement
Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: "..."
Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: "......"
Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: "........."
Adler: "Back to the topic at hand. Cabal name."
Peter Pan: He whispered very quietly. "/Shut-up about the tube./"
Peter Pan: With that he withdrew his hand
Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: Brian looked down at Peter, the hand still on his mouth.
Genji: "Uhhh, yeah. I'm no good at this naming thing. Hell, picked my shadow name from an old Japanese book."
Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: Brian's eyes lowered, looking at Peter's shoes. "..."
Adler: "Perhaps...hmm..."
Adler: "Maybe something referencing a tower?"
Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: Roll 9#1d10 Plentimon: Brian_Exorcian_Steffanoskovich rolled --> 4, 4, 2, 4, 10, 4, 7, 10, 2
Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: Roll 2#1d10 Plentimon: Brian_Exorcian_Steffanoskovich rolled --> 4, 3 Ariella_Hart: "Well, I can't argue with that, then."
Adler: "Luminous Stair? Hmm..."
Adler: "That sounds too Hermetic."
Peter Pan: "I think it sounds ok" Ariella_Hart: "I've only just met you all, so I really can't make a recommendation."
Genji: Maybe something that fits with all our magical interests?"
Adler: "Luminous COULD be taken as a play on Enlightened. Which in turn could be a joking reference to Lightning." Adler arches an eyebrow in Brian's direction. "Stair or staircase represents the increase in knowledge and understanding. It also, subtly, references the clocktower here."
Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: Roll 2#1d10 Plentimon: Brian_Exorcian_Steffanoskovich rolled --> 1, 5
Adler: "What do folks think?"
Peter Pan: "I like it"
Adler: "Hmm...For a Sigil, maybe a staircase of glowing, free-floating steps around a lightning-bolt, and topped by the Wadjet?"
Peter Pan: "Wadjet?"
Adler: *Wadjat
Adler: "Its an ancient egyptian symbol. Sometimes it gets called the Eye of Horus"
Peter Pan: "Ummm...K"
Adler: "Hmm...maybe just a glowing shaft of light, instead of the lightning bolt...and...hmm...Genji, what kind of symbols would you associate with yourself?"
Adler: "Hmm...maybe something like a wolf on the bottom of the steps, looking out?" Ariella_Hart: "I do have an interest in Egyptology. The cultures of the fertile crescent are very rich in Supernal symbology."
Adler: "I would work a Sphinx in there somewhere, but I don't really think its nessecary."
Adler: "The Eye works well enough."
Peter Pan: Peter went and got a pencil and some paper over at the table to try to sketch out what Adler was describing
Peter Pan: roll 7#1d10 Plentimon: Peter_Pan rolled --> 3, 6, 9, 4, 9, 8, 3
Genji: Genji is nodding and thinking, nodding and thinking. "Well... about that. I wanted to ask your opinion on something, Adler..."
Adler: "Yes Genji?" Ariella_Hart: "For myself, having a stelae or cartouche as part of the background would be nice. Perhaps a pair flanking the wolf."
Peter Pan: "A /what/?"
Genji: "Uhhh, well, I think I'm ready to start on a Legacy, now. I see how it's affected you and how much power and knowledge I could get from it and all... And there are two that I can get to through the Arrow..."

  • Ariella_Hart smiles slightly. "Stelae. Like, pillars with symbols engraven on them."
  • Ariella_Hart hms. "A legacy is a serious, serious choice. Playing with your soul is always serious business."


Peter Pan: "I think this is a little overdone already, why can't we just have a shaft of light with a spiral staircase around it? It's simple, recognizable, and expresses our name"

  • Ariella_Hart smiles at Peter's comment. "And it will no doubt please the Silver Ladder types. That sounds fine to me, less is always more."


Peter Pan: "Now, the stairs, rail or no rail?"
Genji: "Yeah, I realize that, so I'm asking Adler. I kind of feel like there's more than one path I could take and this is all kind of confusing."
Adler: "Peter, maybe make an oval symbol underneath and write our name in Atlantian, as best we can figure it out. That will call to mind the oval shape of the Cartouche without being ostentatious about it, or adding too much visual clutter. We need to have it on there anyway..." Ariella_Hart: "All I can advise, Genji, is to take your time. A Free Councilor friend once described Legacies to me as doing plastic surgery on your soul, and boy, was he right. You have make sure that you're comfortable with how your soul looks afterwards. Also, not being in a Legacy is also a fine choice."
Adler: "and make the staircase freestanding. Just steps, no railing or any obvious supports between them"
Genji: "Huh, I see." Ariella_Hart: "An apt metaphor for the Path of the Mysteries."
Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: "Best to let your soul stay your soul, my frien'. Of course, if you vish for the vurk, go for it."
Peter Pan: "Guys, why don't we each figure out one word in atlantean that represents us. I'll write the atlantean runes for those words int eh shaft of light"
Genji: Genji nods. "I think I'll stay the way I am, then. Sounds, uh, invasive. I'll go my own way." Ariella_Hart: "Also, the right Legacy will call to you. It's all about sympathy and resonance. Even before you're initiated, your soul will sing to the Legacy. There's nothing more miserable than a Mage who's trapped in a Legacy he hates." Ariella_Hart: "Peter, have a care with that. That might create sympathy that can attack our entire *Cabal*. It's a good idea, but it should be thought of in the same way as a Shadow Name."
Peter Pan: "Any sigil we make to align ourselves under is a sympathy to our cabal."
Adler: "Peter has a point. In any case, as long as we don't go giving out our names, the sympathy from that is going to be pretty insignificant. And of course, Shadow names are always the best way to go,"
Adler: "Genji...maybe we should talk about it more after the Consilium meeting?"

  • Ariella_Hart nods in agreement.
      • Ariella_Hart is now known as Obelisk.


Peter Pan: "So are we writing our actual shadow names, or single runes? Writing names makes this a whole lot more jumbled looking. Single characters are simple."
Adler: "Perhaps the Runes for our favored Arcana?"

  • Obelisk hehs. "We'll probably end up getting the Atlantean Pentacle then. But I'm sure that we can make a unique Atlantean ideogram that stands for the singular shadow name of our cabal, that works in all of those elements."


Peter Pan: "But those could eventually change. I think just a word that we feel is appropriate form each of us." Obelisk: "All used together to create a unique sigil."
Peter Pan: "Exactly."
Adler: "Ok, so everone agrees on the Luminous Staircase and the sigil, as we have it? Well, once we add the Runes?"
Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: "Fine."
Adler: "Ok...lets go over what we want to have as the Creed and anything, although we don't exactly need to finish this before the meeting later..." Yak Yak Yak goes the nerdgirl
Storyteller: So, you finally, after much debate, manage to get things worked out.
Storyteller: And you get to the rented hall in one of the larger hotels along the coastline.
Adler: !ex 9 Plentimon: Adler (9), 6, 5, 3, 2, 3, 1, 3, 3, 4, Successes : 0, Botch
Adler: !ex 9 Plentimon: Adler (9), 4, 10, 3, 4, 4, 4, 10, 4, 4, Successes : 4
Adler: !ex 2 Plentimon: Adler (2), 5, 4, Successes : 0
Storyteller: There's no doughnuts, but there's coffee, crullers, and, wait, there are some doughnuts.
Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: Brian bit into a donut, feeling the jolt from the sugar.
Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: Today. There would be no rain over this hotel.
Genji: Mmmm, coffee. Genji takes some but lays off the sweets.
Storyteller: There are also some taquitos, but you're not quite certain what's in them.
Storyteller: There's plenty of tables and places to sit.
Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: Brian sat at a table with half the donuts and one of the coffee pots.
Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: Sugar, then caffeine. Sugar, then caffeine.
Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: You didn't get processed sugar out in the forest. You overload when you can.
Storyteller: You also see what is presumably the seating place for the Concilium.
Storyteller: There's chairs with the symbols of the different orders.
Peter Pan: Peter had a bit of a frown on his face as he walked around, looking almost as out-of-place as he felt.
Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: Brian's eyes flickered to the Arrows chair. He couldn't help but wonder who they would send as their representative.
Storyteller: Two stand out because one has a symbol of a key ring with keys, and the other the pentacle on it.
Storyteller: Abuelo sits down in the one with the key ring and keys.
Storyteller: A rather haggard looking black haired man in a grey business suit sits down in the chair with the pentacle on it.

  • Obelisk takes the appropriate seat, alongside of her new Cabal.


Storyteller: (The only chairs with the symbols on it are for the Hirarch and the Councilors. The others are more comfortable, but undecorated.)
Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: Brian gave a knowing nod to Abuelo. His staff sat leaning against his chair, the spear tip digging into the carpet.

  • Adler manages to slip a note about her presentation to Abuelo before he sits down, and scampers back to where the others are sitting, scooping her coffee back up.


Storyteller: A guy that looks like he could be a Transhuman Engineer sits in the free council seat.
Storyteller: A man in a tweed suit sits down in the Guardian's seat.
Storyteller: Woman in a blue sundress sits on the Arrows seat.
Storyteller: A bit of a murmer passes through the crowd, as nobody sits in the Mysterium seat for a bti.
Adler: Adler quietly asks around about Abuelo's seat.
Genji: Huh, she seemed interesting. Blue sundress...
Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: Brian gave a look over at Genji, then back at the Adamant Arrows seat. She wasn't the true representative. Someone else.
Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: It wasn't a good sign that the Sharpened Arrow arrived to one of these meetings. Bad show of weakness.
Storyteller: A brown haired guy in slacks says "Well, he's the only one that really knows how to operate the tunnels, and they're so important to us that a seat was created for thier Keeper as it were. He's also a bit of a political neutral."
Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: But, couldn't always be helped.

  • Adler nods and quietly thanks the man
  • Adler continues to ask around about the council. Best to have as much information ahead of time as she can


Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: Brian continued to drink from his coffee and doughnuts.
Peter Pan: Peter was almost falling asleep, mentally praying for somthing interesting to happen while Tink lay slumped against his neck, snoring quietly. And then there it was, the most interesting little emerald-green beetle creeping across the chair in front of him. It's shell was hard and shiny, and it almsot couldn't possibly be native to the area, as he leaned forewards, his eyes followed the amusing little critter, bringing to life once mor
Peter Pan: the smile that lit up his face
Storyteller: Finally, the murmers quiet a bit when somebody in really worn clothes goes and sits in the Mysterium seat.
Adler: "...That...doesn't seem right."
Storyteller: Finally, the guy in the pentacle seat calls everyone to attention.
Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: Brian's foot tapped against his spear. He didn't like this. These reps...he just didn't like it.
Storyteller: "I want to thank everyone for making this meeting on such short notice."
Genji: Why was everyone missing? Ken stayed on his toes...

  • Adler worms her way to a place where she has good access to the front.


Storyteller: "Well, I do have some good news to bring to everyone's attention. It seems that the beast that has troubled us for so long has been finally vanquished."

  • Obelisk scowls. This means something bad is happening, to her. Very bad.


Peter Pan: And forewards...and forewards..and...wait...well I'll be, it had a bunch of bluish markings on it's back too! Almost like a little smiley face, awesome!
Storyteller: He looks around. "Does the cabal in question have a representative that wishes to speak on that matter?"
Storyteller: More looking around.
Adler: "We do, Hierarch." Adler says, stepping forward. As she emerges, she glances at the Mysterium guy and puts her pinky of her left hand to her sternum before making a soft gesture downwards. "I will speak."
Storyteller: "You have the floor."
Adler: "Thank you." She steps out in front, taking a deep breath before begining the story she planned out earlier.
Adler: She uses all the limited talent she has in telling it, working in gestures and movements as appropriate, reading the crowd and playing on it.
Adler: !ex 12 Plentimon: Adler (12), 3, 9, 3, 4, 10, 4, 5, 6, 10, 2, 4, 5, Successes : 5
Adler: (rote action reroll)
Adler: !ex 9 Plentimon: Adler (9), 1, 5, 3, 1, 7, 8, 8, 10, 3, Successes : 5
Adler: (Rerolling 10s)
Adler: !ex 3 Plentimon: Adler (3), 4, 2, 1, Successes : 0, Botch
Storyteller: As you give the story, you can feel the crowd relaxing.
Storyteller: After you're done, there is noticably less stress, and you can feel some of the appreciative eyes on you and your group.
Peter Pan: Peter paid attention to Adler and clapped a little when he finished until he noticed anobody else was clapping and quickly stopped. His bug had flown away unfortunately.
Peter Pan: ^when she finished
Genji: Whew, nice job Addy. As usual she could be counted on.
Storyteller: "I wish to extend our greatest thanks to you and your group." Pentacle Man says.
Adler: "You're quite welcome, Hierarch," Adler inclines her head slightly to the man.
Storyteller: "Now on to the matter of the cabals and mages destroyed by the beast. At the moment, we don't know the full extent of the damage."
Storyteller: "However, the remaining mages are suggested to check in with the superiors of your order, so that we have some idea who's still here."

  • Obelisk frowns at the mention of Dead Mages. It seems there will be a lot of work that will need to be done, for her.


Storyteller: The rest of the meeting passes rather uneventfully. There's too much that needs to be rebuilt for any real work to get done.

  • Obelisk seeks out the ranking Mysterium representative, if there is one present, as per the Consilium's order.


Storyteller: Pentacle man calls an end to the formal meeting, and asks everyone to try and get recognised as alive to the general assembly. Obelisk: Actually, in history, many carribean pirate crews worked on a fairly anarcho-syndicalist system - shares for wealth, additional shares for the captain and quartermaster, officers and surgeon, crew voting on what targets to hit, captains getting demoted or keel hauled if they fucked up.
Storyteller: (Wrong window?)
Adler: (ya, that was aimed at the mainchat, I would bet.) Obelisk: (Yes) Obelisk: (sorry!)
Peter Pan: Peter stood up and stretched, grinning as he turned to Tink. "So...technically, I don't have to go wait in line to talk to anyone because I don't have an Order, right?" Tink blinked a few times as she too woke up. 'Well, I guess that's correct, nice one kiddo.'
Storyteller: Some pages are being passed around, for the attendants to sign.
Adler: Adler trots up to the man in the councilor seat for the Mysterium. "Do we know what happened to the others?
Adler: "

  • Obelisk whispers to Adler - "You know that you're the ranking Mysterium mage here, right? People will be reporting into *you*, you know. If you want, I can run interference."


Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: Brian stood up from the table, heading toward the Sharpened Arrow to check in.
Adler: "No, its fine. If we're going to rebuild, we need to know what was lost, first."

  • Obelisk walks behind Adler, as she looks back to scan the crowd, seeing if any other Scholars were present.


Storyteller: "Well, the actual councilor is dead, his provost nearly so. I have no idea about the Censor, but the Curator had to stay behind and put out some fires."
Storyteller: He says this very fast, and very nervously.
Storyteller: Brian, she puts down your name on a sheet of paper, even as she mutters curses about the Councilor.
Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: Brian walked up to the woman in the blue sundress, Equan roosting on his shoulder. "EMP, checking in. How ist ze Piercing Arrow?"
Adler: "...goddamnit. Pretty typical that the chief Censor is missing. And the Curator shouldn't leave the Athenaeum anyway. But...argh. They leave a Dodechoi to take care of things?"
Storyteller: Brian "Paranoid as ever. With luck, he'll attend again in two meetings."

  • Obelisk merely shrugs. "People are people, nothing's perfect."


Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: "Just because ve're paranoid, doesn't mean somethink doesn't vant us dead." Brian nods. "Send him my best."
Adler: "rrgh. Oh well." Adler turns to start figuring out who is here from the Mysterium
Storyteller: There's a few Mysterium around.
Storyteller: They eventually find thier way to you.
Storyteller: Some of them ask who the guy in the chair is.
Peter Pan: Peter sort of wandered back outside
Adler: Adler introduces him with a shrug, correlating present people with a mental list of Mysterium members.
Storyteller: You kind of realize that absolutely nobody knows who the guy in the chair is. Obelisk: "I'm new here, so I can't say. Obelisk, Necromancer of the Stone Scribes, at your service." Obelisks makes introductions.
Storyteller: A few people approach you with the names of people they know are dead. Obelisk: As per standard Stone Scribe protocol, she revently records the Shadow Names that she is given, and offers her services to preserve the final names of lost cabal mates and companions.
Storyteller: Peter, the guy in the free council seat gets somebody to take his place, and walks over to you.
Storyteller: "So, uh, you don't seem to be mingling with everyone else."

  • Obelisk makes sure that word is passed politely amongst the entire chamber, as she must know take up the duties that Tatyana no doubt provided for the Consilium.


Peter Pan: He smiled. "I'm not so good with new people. Besides, I can't stand bureacracy" He stuck out his hand. "I'm Peter, nice to meet you."
Storyteller: "Call me Harold. I was standing in for Maude, but then lo and behold, I see the guy that should be sitting there nursing some coffee."
Storyteller: He takes your hand and shakes it.
Peter Pan: "What?"
Storyteller: "Just me blabbering on as usual. Maude tells me that I need to speak less, but I guess I don't listen too well." He looks a bit sheepish.
Peter Pan: "I just didn't quite catch the line about the coffee..."
Peter Pan: "Anyways, wanna go grab a bite to eat? I think eveyrone's gonna be a bit busy for a while, and I hate being cooped up here."
Storyteller: "Sure. You mind walking?"
Peter Pan: "Not in the slightest, I'm not really a fan of cars myself." He grinned

  • Obelisk requests the shadow names of the known dead, and means of contacting their Cabal Leaders to offer Stone Scribe services.


Storyteller: Oblesk, you get more responses than you think you can reasonably deal with.
Adler: Adler sighs and rubs her temples for a moment. "This is such a mess...."
Storyteller: Peter, you and Harold make way to small place called the Lighthouse.

  • Obelisk has no choice. She immediately gets to work recording contact information. "I will contact each one of you across this week." Even for those who do not wish for their fellow's names to be recorded, they still need to grieve, as Mages.


Peter Pan: "This is nice"
Storyteller: It's rather expensive, but Harold assures you that it's the best fish in town.

  • Obelisk also assists Adler to the best of her ability. It seems like she got to this Cabal, just in time.


Storyteller: Also, Adler and Oblesk, you hear manage to overhear some guys talking about Tax.

  • Adler just wishes she could be back in her books, is all. Or maybe with Peter doing something...
  • Adler attemts to hear as much as she can


Storyteller: Basically, one of the two, a Guardian you think, knows the location of one of his stashes and is willing to split them with the other guy.
Peter Pan: "I don't have a lot of money unfrortunately, I'll jsut get somthign to drink."

  • Obelisk is probably overwhelmed, dealing with a line of Mages. God! Whole *cabals* destroyed. She may need to call in help from out of town. Further, she makes sure to keep a list of mages who are also MIA.


Storyteller: "It'll be on me. I'm just glad to be out of there. I'd rather be working on my things, but hey."
Genji: Genji was lost. Things were really starting to spiral away now... Would nothing around here clear up?
Storyteller: That's way Harold says to you, Peter.
Peter Pan: "You sure?"
Adler: Adler's eyes unfocus for a split second, the only real sign she's casting a spell, as she contacts the book telepathically
Storyteller: "Yah. If you really want to repay me, just answer some questions."
Adler: !ex 7 Plentimon: Adler (7), 8, 5, 6, 4, 9, 9, 7, Successes : 4
Adler: And asks it about the location they mentioned
Storyteller: The location has mostly old blackmail material.
Storyteller: 90% of it, according to Tax, is worthless by now.
Adler: Nothing important?
Peter Pan: "What do you want to know?"
Storyteller: Not unless you are looking to blackmail some of the vamps ,Tax says.
Adler: Well, that's good
Storyteller: Harold's first question is about that beetle.
Peter Pan: "Ummm...it was a beetle?"
Storyteller: "I've never seen one like that. Where did you get it?"
Peter Pan: "Don't know, I was just bored and wanted somthing neat to look at."
Adler: Adler motions for the Mysterium to gather around once all the attendance/name stuff is taken care of.
Storyteller: "Hrm, interesting, interesting. Also, I could be wrong, but I could have sworn that I saw you somewhere yesterday. Now where was it?" Harold appears to be deep in though.
Peter Pan: "Don't know, I was just out aned about in town yesterday"
Storyteller: Adler, pretty soon, the Mysterium are gathered around you, as there's a short break as more food gets brought in.
Storyteller: Peter, there's a look of recognition. "Ah yes. Mrs. Gonzalez. Mind telling me why you' were there?"

  • Obelisk settles into the role of Adler's assistant, organizing the torrent of information and making sure to get everyone's secure e-mails, message drop offs and other means of contact, as well as gathering info on the dead and missing.


Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: Brian, not really needed since there's another Arrow of the same rank as himself there to handle the lines, headed straight for the food.
Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: Food is good.
Storyteller: There's lots of fish dishes, and some beef dishes.
Storyteller: There's also little cubes of cheese and crackers.
Peter Pan: "I was doing odd jobs so I coudl buy some clothes, she had me pack up her son's stuff, and she made me some delicious pasta."
Storyteller: "Ah. My. Interesting, Peter. This may seem abrupt, but do you know what she is?"
Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: Brian took the fish and beef.
Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: And some of the cheese and crackers.
Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: But mostly the meat.
Peter Pan: "A very nice old lady?"
Adler: "Ok, obviously, if there is anything that people know were in the hands of those of us who were unfortunatly slain that belongs in the hands of the Athenaeum, or that we should take in trust for its proper owner until the chaos dies down, I expect everyone to work towards securing it. This is the kind of time when important lore gets lost in the chaos, after all."
Storyteller: The others are a bit discommoded at the 16 year old giving commands, but they do recognise you as their superior.

  • Obelisk also does her best to back Adler, occasionally giving them a withering glare whenver anyone questions Adler's Status amongst the Mysterium.


Storyteller: Peter, Harold gives a hollow laugh, and responds "She's also very, very dangerous. She's a student of a mage called Rhodes. Very scary, the both of them."
Peter Pan: "She's not scary, she's just a nice lady. I bet it's all some big misunderstanding."
Storyteller: "Granted, we don't know that she did anything, but I though you might like to know about her rather bad reputation. And to be careful. Rhodes was obsessive, and so might Gonzalez."
Storyteller: Adler, somebody bumps into you in the shuffle of people, and you notice that there's a book on you that wasn't there before.
Peter Pan: "Ummm...K." He shrugged. "Anything else?"
Storyteller: "Well, just watch out. I really don't want to find out if she can make pumpkinheads like her teacher did."
Adler: Adler glances at the book
Peter Pan: "Pumpkinheads?"
Storyteller: Adler, it's a book of Tax's.
Storyteller: Peter, Harold sighs, then says, sotto voice "Animated bodies of men and women that have big pumpkins for heads."
Storyteller: "Very hard to kill off magically, and pretty hardy physically."
Genji: Ken joins Brian in eating the snacks. Tasty, tasty.
Adler: "Now then...if you'll excuse me, I want to go get something to eat." Adler gives all of her fellows a smile and then scoots in the direction of the table, glancing over the book as she goes.
Storyteller: It's part last will and testament, part autobiography, and part list of blackmail material on almost literally everyone.
Storyteller: Brian, Ken, sombody bumps into you guys, apologises and then leaves.
Peter Pan: "That's a little creepy..."
Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: Brian looked up, his eyes following the person that bumped into them.
Storyteller: You feel a bit heavier, Brian and Ken.
Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: "...Genji, ist zis just me, or are ve...veird?"
Genji: "...I think I gained weight?" Ken pats himself down.
Storyteller: Harold sighs. "It's not like I have much room to speak.
Storyteller: Ken, there's a book in your back pocket.
Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: Brian looks down into his robes.
Genji: He pulls the book out, showing it to the other mage. "...Wierd. That guy must have been slick to get THIS on ME."
Storyteller: Brian, new book in your robes.
Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: Brian pulled the book out of his robes, looking at the cover and the front page.
Peter Pan: "I'm just...I'm just gonna go back and see the others, no thanks on lunch."
Storyteller: Harold says that he'll see you later, then.
Storyteller: Brian, it's in Russian and says "Read this. Now."

  • Brian_Exorcian_Steffanoskovich 's eyebrow raised, flipping through the pages and reading quickly through the familiar russian words.


Storyteller: It's from the local Arrow Councilor. It says, in not so many words, that a very dangerous mage called Rhodes might be coming to town, and to be prepared to deal with her.
Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: Brian finished the booklet, closing it and placing it in his pocket. "Piercing arrow isn't even here, and he gives us vurk."
Storyteller: Genji, yours says much the same.
Storyteller: Oblesk, you notice a shiny booklet at your feet.

  • Obelisk snatches it up, putting it with her other folders and notes.


Storyteller: Assuming that he takes no detours, Peter is back by now.
Adler: Adler snags a piece of food and goes looking for Abuelo
Storyteller: Abuelo's sitting there, bored, with some menudo infront of him. He's eating it.
Adler: Adler smiles, "How are you doing?"
Storyteller: "I'm doing alright. It'd be better if there were less dead, but ah well."
Storyteller: "How are you doing?"
Peter Pan: Eventually, Peter found his way back to the Hotel-room
Adler: "Seems like someone was handing out books," Adler holds up her newest aquisition, "but in any case, I'm feeling better now that I actually have a cabal roughly formed."
Storyteller: "That's good. Was the book a work of Tax's?"
Adler: "Basically, yes."
Storyteller: "This sounds like something he'd do."
Storyteller: Abuelo shakes his head.
Storyteller: "Now I'm going to worry about what's going to happen next. Or how he's going to make everyone's lives more... interesting."
Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: Brian gave a small yawn, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small flask. He popped the top, letting the burning vodka slide down his throat. After a few gulps, he looked over to Abuelo, holding it up questioningly."
Genji: Ken was just kind of staring at the book. "When the hell did we become troubleshooters?"
Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: "The moment ve killed somethink no vun else could."
Storyteller: Pentacle man stands up and tries to call everyone to attention.
Genji: *SIGH* "Figures."
Storyteller: It takes a bit, but he gets everyone to quiet down.
Storyteller: "It's come to my attention that Rhodes might be coming to town. I ask that you avoid her if you can, and never deal with her in anything less than a group of three if you must."
Peter Pan: His eyes went a little bit wide at that one."

  • Peter_Pan murders the "


Storyteller: "Although, if you can find out that she's planning to make more of her pumpkinheads, then report to a superior and your councilor.
Storyteller: "It's likely that she's not going to do anything beyond vacation here, but we need to be careful. We're already far too weakened by the attacks of the beast."

  • Obelisk scowls again.


Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: Brian turned his head to Genji. "Convenient. She vacations after the town ist weakened."
Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: "Vith plenty of bodies for her to use."
Genji: "She's definitely not going to relax while she's here... Guess it's up to us?"

  • Obelisk whispers to Genji. "This woman is a Necromancer, I take it?"


Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: "No starting anything, on the chance she IS vacationing. No reason to instigate. Ve'll just...vatch her until she leaves, or she makes a move."
Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: Brian gave a chuckle at Obelisk's question. "No need to vorry unless you're Ichabod Crane."

  • Obelisk just shakes her head. "It sounds to me like this woman isn't as picky."


Storyteller: A man in khakis and a polo shirt looks panicked. "Why do I need to worry?"
Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: Brian looked over at him. "...stay avay from bridges."
Genji: Ken nods.
Storyteller: "I... I'll keep that in mind."
Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: Brian looked back at Obelisk. "Rhodes...she is a strange vun. Takes dead bodies...and removes the head. Replaces it vith a pumpkin."
Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: "Pumpkinheads. Vicious creatures."
Genji: "How do you take them out?"
Storyteller: One of the other arrows answers "With fire's the best way."
Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: "Fire. Lightnink bolt vurks quite vell, I found." Obelisk: "Are they necromantic constructs? Like zombies?
Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: "Of course, magic isn't alvays best. Sometimes..." He picked up his spear, letting the rustic iron point glint in the light. "Sometimes, a good point vurks vunders." Obelisk: "That sounds to me like perhaps a unique Legacy power, or some obscure rote. Too true, Brian."
Storyteller: "Most of them are necromantic. Some aren't. The ones that aren't the ones to look out for."
Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: "Some may smile at you. Those are just carvings. They don't smile anymore."
Storyteller: One of the Mysterium pipes up. "The ones with green pumpkins are tougher. They even have powers that they can use."
Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: Brian nodded. "Rhodes, she is quite a...how you say...dog in heat."
Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: "Sometimes, it seems she makes these things just because she can."
Storyteller: Somebody, and you're not certain who, rather loudly wishes that Tax had never met the woman.
Adler: "...lovely...
Adler: "
Adler: Adler goes back to flipping through the new book
Genji: Ken is fairly enraptured by the story... part of him WANTS to fight one of the things now. And a larger part wanted to take out this Rhodes chick, but that probably wasn't going to happen.
Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: Brian gave a small smile. "Zap them just right...and the inside of the pumpkin glows. Jack o' lanterns, like home.
Storyteller: Brian, Soze approaches you, and offers his hand.
Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: Brian looked up, holding his hand up in return.
Storyteller: He shakes your hand, then walks out.
Storyteller: There's some paper in you hand.
Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: Brian took the shake gladly, his thumb sliding the paper for him to read.

  • Plentimon unlocks the freefall acheivement in Portal


Storyteller: It reads, "Payment in Full for services rendered, 'protecton.'"
Storyteller: The i is faded out. Plentimon: ...aww, I hit the edge.
Storyteller: Plentimon is talking in the wrong window.
Adler: Adler twitches as Fate apparently is playing a video game
Brian Exorcian Steffanoskovich: Brian took in a deep breath, letting it out in a full relax. He slid the paper into his pocket along with the book. He'll be able to sleep later.

Retrieved from "http://editthis.info/arispemage/Session_10"
Personal tools