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[X] A Museum; you are a guest here, wandering starstruck through halls lined with portraits and plaques. A hall of statues is being renovated while you watch, each stone form replaced by one a tiny bit older, a tiny bit less refined. You can see the originals, you know, held for posterity in the archive, but that means asking the curator for permission, and his skinless face and cloak of grey discomfort you in a way you cannot quite explain.

[X] A Church; there is a priest and congregation, of course, but they are made of wax and wood. True faith left this place behind years ago, and now only the light remains. It streams down from on high, broken and repainted by windows of stained glass that stretch almost to the ceiling, and under its touch you could almost fool yourself into thinking the withered mannequins are strong and vital once again.

If i could i would vote Museum twice, but Church is good too! Temporal power and precedent or Temporal power and religious precedent? :V
 
[x] A Museum; you are a guest here, wandering starstruck through halls lined with portraits and plaques. A hall of statues is being renovated while you watch, each stone form replaced by one a tiny bit older, a tiny bit less refined. You can see the originals, you know, held for posterity in the archive, but that means asking the curator for permission, and his skinless face and cloak of grey discomfort you in a way you cannot quite explain.

[x] A Church; there is a priest and congregation, of course, but they are made of wax and wood. True faith left this place behind years ago, and now only the light remains. It streams down from on high, broken and repainted by windows of stained glass that stretch almost to the ceiling, and under its touch you could almost fool yourself into thinking the withered mannequins are strong and vital once again.
Adhoc vote count started by Deltax18 on Feb 15, 2018 at 4:26 PM, finished with 27 posts and 17 votes.
  • [X] A Museum; you are a guest here, wandering starstruckthrough halls lined with portraits and plaques. A hall ofstatues is being renovated while you watch, each stoneform replaced by one a tiny bit older, a tiny bit less refined. You can see the originals, you know, held for posterity in the archive, but that means asking the curator for permission, and his skinless face and cloak of greydiscomfort you in a way you cannot quite explain.
    [X] A Church; there is a priest and congregation, of course, but they are made of wax and wood. True faith left this place behind years ago, and now only the light remains. It streams down from on high, broken and repainted by windows of stained glass that stretch almost to the ceiling, and under its touch you could almost fool yourself into thinking the withered mannequins are strong and vital once again.
    [X] A Court; the walls are decorated with portraits of your parents, smiling down at you. In the jury sit a dozen caricatures, with bloodshot eyes and teeth stained brown from drink. They watch you hungrily, fixated on your every word, while in the judge's box your twin sits and watches your fumbling speech with naked contempt.
    [x] A Stage; beyond it, a theatre long since abandoned. Velvet seats stand in long rows, encrusted with webs, dust lies in piles inches thick. Chains of silver and gold hang from your wrists and coil around your neck, and overhead old floodlights halo you in burning light. Your audience is old and emaciated, clad in finery several centuries out of date, and they stare at you with hollow eyes.
    [X] A Zoo; you walk between exhibits and around the edge of great enclosures, studying and being studied in turn. Here a horde of rats dig a warren in broken stone, there a flight of pigeons wheel back and forth between a hundred wooden aviaries. There are people all around you, cooing and laughing over the antics of those they came to observe, but they cannot see what you can. The horizon has sprouted bars, and from beyond giants with eyes of fire watch you with an inquisitive gaze.
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[X] A Museum; you are a guest here, wandering starstruck through halls lined with portraits and plaques. A hall of statues is being renovated while you watch, each stone form replaced by one a tiny bit older, a tiny bit less refined. You can see the originals, you know, held for posterity in the archive, but that means asking the curator for permission, and his skinless face and cloak of grey discomfort you in a way you cannot quite explain.
[X] A Zoo; you walk between exhibits and around the edge of great enclosures, studying and being studied in turn. Here a horde of rats dig a warren in broken stone, there a flight of pigeons wheel back and forth between a hundred wooden aviaries. There are people all around you, cooing and laughing over the antics of those they came to observe, but they cannot see what you can. The horizon has sprouted bars, and from beyond giants with eyes of fire watch you with an inquisitive gaze.
 
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Adhoc vote count started by chocolote12 on Feb 15, 2018 at 4:35 PM, finished with 28 posts and 18 votes.
  • [X] A Museum; you are a guest here, wandering starstruckthrough halls lined with portraits and plaques. A hall ofstatues is being renovated while you watch, each stoneform replaced by one a tiny bit older, a tiny bit less refined. You can see the originals, you know, held for posterity in the archive, but that means asking the curator for permission, and his skinless face and cloak of greydiscomfort you in a way you cannot quite explain.
    [X] A Church; there is a priest and congregation, of course, but they are made of wax and wood. True faith left this place behind years ago, and now only the light remains. It streams down from on high, broken and repainted by windows of stained glass that stretch almost to the ceiling, and under its touch you could almost fool yourself into thinking the withered mannequins are strong and vital once again.
    [X] A Court; the walls are decorated with portraits of your parents, smiling down at you. In the jury sit a dozen caricatures, with bloodshot eyes and teeth stained brown from drink. They watch you hungrily, fixated on your every word, while in the judge's box your twin sits and watches your fumbling speech with naked contempt.
    [X] A Zoo; you walk between exhibits and around the edge of great enclosures, studying and being studied in turn. Here a horde of rats dig a warren in broken stone, there a flight of pigeons wheel back and forth between a hundred wooden aviaries. There are people all around you, cooing and laughing over the antics of those they came to observe, but they cannot see what you can. The horizon has sprouted bars, and from beyond giants with eyes of fire watch you with an inquisitive gaze.
    [x] A Stage; beyond it, a theatre long since abandoned. Velvet seats stand in long rows, encrusted with webs, dust lies in piles inches thick. Chains of silver and gold hang from your wrists and coil around your neck, and overhead old floodlights halo you in burning light. Your audience is old and emaciated, clad in finery several centuries out of date, and they stare at you with hollow eyes.
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[X] A Stage; beyond it, a theatre long since abandoned. Velvet seats stand in long rows, encrusted with webs, dust lies in piles inches thick. Chains of silver and gold hang from your wrists and coil around your neck, and overhead old floodlights halo you in burning light. Your audience is old and emaciated, clad in finery several centuries out of date, and they stare at you with hollow eyes.

[X] A Court; the walls are decorated with portraits of your parents, smiling down at you. In the jury sit a dozen caricatures, with bloodshot eyes and teeth stained brown from drink. They watch you hungrily, fixated on your every word, while in the judge's box your twin sits and watches your fumbling speech withnaked contempt.
 
[X] A Court; the walls are decorated with portraits of your parents, smiling down at you. In the jury sit a dozen caricatures, with bloodshot eyes and teeth stained brown from drink. They watch you hungrily, fixated on your every word, while in the judge's box your twin sits and watches your fumbling speech with naked contempt.

[X] A Church; there is a priest and congregation, of course, but they are made of wax and wood. True faith left this place behind years ago, and now only the light remains. It streams down from on high, broken and repainted by windows of stained glass that stretch almost to the ceiling, and under its touch you could almost fool yourself into thinking the withered mannequins are strong and vital once again.


If we're playing a lawyer, I want to be able to control information.

Also, I want to see someone still struggling through law school, even with Mind.
Adhoc vote count started by OneArmedYeti on Feb 15, 2018 at 4:56 PM, finished with 40 posts and 21 votes.
  • [X] A Church; there is a priest and congregation, of course, but they are made of wax and wood. True faith left this place behind years ago, and now only the light remains. It streams down from on high, broken and repainted by windows of stained glass that stretch almost to the ceiling, and under its touch you could almost fool yourself into thinking the withered mannequins are strong and vital once again.
    [X] A Museum; you are a guest here, wandering starstruckthrough halls lined with portraits and plaques. A hall ofstatues is being renovated while you watch, each stoneform replaced by one a tiny bit older, a tiny bit less refined. You can see the originals, you know, held for posterity in the archive, but that means asking the curator for permission, and his skinless face and cloak of greydiscomfort you in a way you cannot quite explain.
    [X] A Court; the walls are decorated with portraits of your parents, smiling down at you. In the jury sit a dozen caricatures, with bloodshot eyes and teeth stained brown from drink. They watch you hungrily, fixated on your every word, while in the judge's box your twin sits and watches your fumbling speech with naked contempt.
    [x] A Stage; beyond it, a theatre long since abandoned. Velvet seats stand in long rows, encrusted with webs, dust lies in piles inches thick. Chains of silver and gold hang from your wrists and coil around your neck, and overhead old floodlights halo you in burning light. Your audience is old and emaciated, clad in finery several centuries out of date, and they stare at you with hollow eyes.
    [X] A Zoo; you walk between exhibits and around the edge of great enclosures, studying and being studied in turn. Here a horde of rats dig a warren in broken stone, there a flight of pigeons wheel back and forth between a hundred wooden aviaries. There are people all around you, cooing and laughing over the antics of those they came to observe, but they cannot see what you can. The horizon has sprouted bars, and from beyond giants with eyes of fire watch you with an inquisitive gaze.
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Adhoc vote count started by OneArmedYeti on Feb 15, 2018 at 8:37 PM, finished with 75 posts and 31 votes.
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Adhoc vote count started by OneArmedYeti on Feb 15, 2018 at 8:38 PM, finished with 76 posts and 32 votes.
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And if we're dealing with the hunters employee Ed by panopticon who is a millennia old wizard under the reality tyrants how is information going to save us
 
Rjrulew said:
And if we're dealing with the hunters employee Ed by panopticon who is a millennia old wizard under the reality tyrants how is information going to save us
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Forces, good for hearing ninjas coming up the stairs, and throwing fireballs at them.
Adhoc vote count started by OneArmedYeti on Feb 15, 2018 at 4:42 PM, finished with 33 posts and 20 votes.
  • [X] A Museum; you are a guest here, wandering starstruckthrough halls lined with portraits and plaques. A hall ofstatues is being renovated while you watch, each stoneform replaced by one a tiny bit older, a tiny bit less refined. You can see the originals, you know, held for posterity in the archive, but that means asking the curator for permission, and his skinless face and cloak of greydiscomfort you in a way you cannot quite explain.
    [X] A Church; there is a priest and congregation, of course, but they are made of wax and wood. True faith left this place behind years ago, and now only the light remains. It streams down from on high, broken and repainted by windows of stained glass that stretch almost to the ceiling, and under its touch you could almost fool yourself into thinking the withered mannequins are strong and vital once again.
    [X] A Court; the walls are decorated with portraits of your parents, smiling down at you. In the jury sit a dozen caricatures, with bloodshot eyes and teeth stained brown from drink. They watch you hungrily, fixated on your every word, while in the judge's box your twin sits and watches your fumbling speech with naked contempt.
    [x] A Stage; beyond it, a theatre long since abandoned. Velvet seats stand in long rows, encrusted with webs, dust lies in piles inches thick. Chains of silver and gold hang from your wrists and coil around your neck, and overhead old floodlights halo you in burning light. Your audience is old and emaciated, clad in finery several centuries out of date, and they stare at you with hollow eyes.
    [X] A Zoo; you walk between exhibits and around the edge of great enclosures, studying and being studied in turn. Here a horde of rats dig a warren in broken stone, there a flight of pigeons wheel back and forth between a hundred wooden aviaries. There are people all around you, cooing and laughing over the antics of those they came to observe, but they cannot see what you can. The horizon has sprouted bars, and from beyond giants with eyes of fire watch you with an inquisitive gaze.
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OneArmedYeti said:
Forces, good for hearing ninjas coming up the stairs, and throwing fireballs at them.
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Please explain how the choices go into what you think will happen and then how the information specialty/control will help against people WHO SPECIALIZE IN MAGE HUNTING like the knights of saint George,division six, the valkyrie project. And the golden throne or whatever it's called who want to Orwell the absolute fuck out of reality and others in the masquerade like vampires sin eaters werewolves etc. plus hunters who get lucky and stumble rather then use research.
 
Rjrulew said:
Please explain how the choices go into what you think will happen and then how the information specialty/control will help against people WHO SPECIALIZE IN MAGE HUNTING like the knights of saint George,division six, the valkyrie project. And the golden throne or whatever it's called who want to Orwell the absolute fuck put of reality and others in the masquerade like vampires sin eaters werewolves etc. plus hunters who get lucky and stumble rather then use research.
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You're in Britain. In London, to be precise.

This is the Dominion of the Eye.
 
[X] A Church; there is a priest and congregation, of course, but they are made of wax and wood. True faith left this place behind years ago, and now only the light remains. It streams down from on high, broken and repainted by windows of stained glass that stretch almost to the ceiling, and under its touch you could almost fool yourself into thinking the withered mannequins are strong and vital once again.

They'll know Truth, whether they like it or not.
 
Rjrulew said:
Please explain how the choices go into what you think will happen and then how the information specialty/control will help against people WHO SPECIALIZE IN MAGE HUNTING like the knights of saint George,division six, the valkyrie project. And the golden throne or whatever it's called who want to Orwell the absolute fuck out of reality and others in the masquerade like vampires sin eaters werewolves etc. plus hunters who get lucky and stumble rather then use research.
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If Seal Team Six with laser guns shows up in our dorm room, I don't think it really matters what our Arcana spread is, we're getting got. I'm trying to plan out what would be useful with the education we have, which in my opinion would be Mastigos-Obrimos-Acanthus.
 
ManusDomine said:
I guarantee you, if you are afraid of Hunters whose powers don't even work with Mage rules per written, you're going to have more scary things to be afraid of lol.
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The knights of saint George are SPECIALIZED ANTI MAGIC WHO WORSHIP REALITY EATING MONSTERS THAT SCARE THE PISS OUT OF STONED WEREWOLF BESERKERS WHICH GIVE KNIGHTS THE ABILITY TO AMONG OTHER POSSIBLY POWERS, GAURENTE A PARADOX ON THE NEXT CAST WE ATTEMPT
OneArmedYeti said:
If Seal Team Six with laser guns shows up in our dorm room, I don't think it really matters what our Arcana spread is, we're getting got. I'm trying to plan out what would be useful with the education we have, which in my opinion would be Mastigos-Obrimos-Acanthus.
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Explain in plain English for us fans who don't have the money to buy the core rulebook or expansions. But I feel that information control is useless against people smart and/or lucky enough to find us for the purpose of killing us, or worse if we're found by the Charon group
 
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Frankly, the Arcanum of Forces is one of the most ridiculously useful things to have in any information-technology or surveillance heavy area.

The United Kingdom is both. England even more so. London in particular is a nightmarish surveillance state where you cannot escape CCTV cameras.

On top of literally all other computer stuff being Forces, unless you want to spiritually awaken your PC.
 
[X] A Zoo; you walk between exhibits and around the edge of great enclosures, studying and being studied in turn. Here a horde of rats dig a warren in broken stone, there a flight of pigeons wheel back and forth between a hundred wooden aviaries. There are people all around you, cooing and laughing over the antics of those they came to observe, but they cannot see what you can. The horizon has sprouted bars, and from beyond giants with eyes of fire watch you with an inquisitive gaze.

This would be my first choice, and I would advise everyone to vote for it. Because this is the UK nWoD, which means it's using Shadows of the UK, and the spirit stuff in Shadows of the UK (which is technically foremost a werewolf book) is cool. Like, majorly cool. Cooler than even the standard nWoD spirit world.

See, much like ogres, the UK spirit world has layers. Lots and lots (and lots) of layers. It's stacked up like the Dreg Heap in Dark Souls 3. In fact, actually, the "compressed space" of Dark Souls 3 is a very good model for the ancient, tired spirit world of the UK, a place where people have been living for such a long time that it's piled up on top of itself. It's bigger on the inside, and modern influences absorb and are absorbed by ancient ones. It's a place where spirits of football hooliganism are the same spirits who fed the bloodlust of the Vikings when they occupied London. It's a place where the Incarna Britannia has worn many, many faces because she is a spirit of the Age and as the age changes so does she, and the youngest Incarna Diana is a spirit of media madness, populism, and celebrity culture.

[X] A Church; there is a priest and congregation, of course, but they are made of wax and wood. True faith left this place behind years ago, and now only the light remains. It streams down from on high, broken and repainted by windows of stained glass that stretch almost to the ceiling, and under its touch you could almost fool yourself into thinking the withered mannequins are strong and vital once again.

Obrimos is fun. Not as fun as Thrysus, but it's a decidedly dynamic - and fun for infowar - option. Want to just listen into people's mobile phone calls and splice into someone's Skype chat like you're in the Matrix and you're Morpheus? Go for this.

(but you should still vote Zoo)
 
Cornuthaum said:
Frankly, the Arcanum of Forces is one of the most ridiculously useful things to have in any information-technology or surveillance heavy area.

The United Kingdom is both. England even more so. London in particular is a nightmarish surveillance state where you cannot escape CCTV cameras.

On top of literally all other computer stuff being Forces, unless you want to spiritually awaken your PC.
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Again for those who don't own the core rulebook if you don't mind
 
Rjrulew said:
Explain in plain English for us fans who don't have the money to buy the core rulebook or expansions.
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"Freaks out about antagonists from four different books"

"Hey now, some people only have the Mage book."

What I meant was that an academic and investigative education will synergize best with certain Arcana, those in my opinion being Mind, Space, Forces, and the flexibility powerhouses of Time and Fate.

I went with what I think is Obrimos (forces,Prime) and Mastigos(Mind, Space) because writing prophets is hard, and because those four arcana are very good at hiding the fact that you're a wizard.

Who knows, maybe we can keep shit under wraps and live out life as a lawyer(do they still call them barristers over there?)

Edit:Removed a pointless mischaracterizing insult
 
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Cornuthaum said:
Electricity magic is great in a city built on computer technology.
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I meant the choice in general without being patronizing and I still don't know what the hell the general archetype of choices that is like ,for example a barbarian rushes in kills shit and leaves talking to clerics bards and occasionally knights
A sorceror is someone with nonhuman or mystically touched blood who learns abilities mostly by feel rather then deliberate study and is often more wild then scholarly wizard archetypes. That sort of explanation
 
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Rjrulew said:
I meant the choice in general without being patronizing and I still don't know what the hell the general archetype of choices that is like ,for example a barbarian rushes in kills shit and leaves talking to clerics bards and occasionally knights
A sorceror is someone with nonhuman or mystically touched blood who learns abilities mostly by feel rather then deliberate study and is often more wild then scholarly wizard archetypes. That sort of explanation
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Mages from Mage the Awakening are nothing at all like anything in D&D. Shed your preconceptions and read this story; or work until you can afford the MtAw corebook to read it; explaining (to your satisfaction) the content of a hundreds-of-pages corebook is out of scope of this thread.
 
Cornuthaum said:
Mages from Mage the Awakening are nothing at all like anything in D&D. Shed your preconceptions and read this story; or work until you can afford the MtAw corebook to read it; explaining (to your satisfaction) the content of a hundreds-of-pages corebook is out of scope of this thread.
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To emphasize this, my oMage character would be an entirely valid mage in Mage the Awakening, and he was a combat monster who would kick the ass of most special forces before throwing magic into the equation.

Mages in M:tAw are not squishy wizards. In fact, if you want to be a fitemage, the easiest way to do that is to be as un-squishy a wizard as possible, and then augment your formidable personal combat skills with low-level, covert magics.

Also, take Combat Marksmanship, but I'm pretty sure that in @ManusDomine canon, the Abyss has erased supernal examples of primordial martial arts from the world, leaving only the Lie of having three basic combat skills and nothing else.
 
Rjrulew said:
The knights of saint George are SPECIALIZED ANTI MAGIC WHO WORSHIP REALITY EATING MONSTERS THAT SCARE THE PISS OUT OF STONED WEREWOLF BESERKERS WHICH GIVE KNIGHTS THE ABILITY TO AMONG OTHER POSSIBLY POWERS, GAURENTE A PARADOX ON THE NEXT CAST WE ATTEMPT

Explain in plain English for us fans who don't have the money to buy the core rulebook or expansions. But I feel that information control is useless against people smart and/or lucky enough to find us for the purpose of killing us, or worse if we're found by the Charon group
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You are in Europe; the Old World where information is the name of the game. Gun laws are harsh, the watchful Eye of the CCTV camera is on every corner and police carry pistols in emergencies. Rest well citizen, the Eye knows your name and remembers your face. You can't escape information technology, it's literally everywhere so please do explain to me, why you're afraid of violence and murder in a narrative quest focusing on a law student in the surveillance capital of the world. Information control is useful because you live in a welfare state and the Seers don't give a flying fuck about killing you; why would they? You're an asset, not an enemy.

Trufax: The real enemy is other Seers.
 
MJ12 Commando said:
Also, take Combat Marksmanship, but I'm pretty sure that in @ManusDomine canon, the Abyss has erased supernal examples of primordial martial arts from the world, leaving only the Lie of having three basic combat skills and nothing else.
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"I've got an idea guys, let's give them extra attacks based on a mental stat not normally used in combat. No way we'll ever print rules that let you buff that to 10 easily for hours."
Adhoc vote count started by OneArmedYeti on Feb 15, 2018 at 10:39 PM, finished with 82 posts and 35 votes.
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