The year was 1912. The location England, more specifically Brickston, a small city located...
Occultist Quest
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The Bird
tEM IS GUD...RITER!
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- In that den of villains and scum, OKLAHOMA
The holdings and assets of Stanley Vermis
Very Small Fortune: What remains of the monetary gift from your friend. It's slowly growing larger once more thanks to your investments, but for now, perhaps you had best save up. Will upgrade to Small Fortune by the Fifth
University Connections: You happen to be well acquainted with the staff of your former alma mater, and have perpetual access to its libraries and archives. Besides which, your words will no doubt have slightly more sway when dealing with fellow alumni.
Undertakers Business: You more or less own this particular venture, and the accompanying graveyard they use to house their clients, which brings you a small amount of wealth. At present, thats all it functions to do, but you may find some use for it later.University Connections: You happen to be well acquainted with the staff of your former alma mater, and have perpetual access to its libraries and archives. Besides which, your words will no doubt have slightly more sway when dealing with fellow alumni.
The associations and favors of Stanley Vermis
Sgt. Mallow: A member of the constabulary who owes you a handful of small favors. You knew that he was modestly corrupt, not enough to cover up a major crime if prompted, but willing to ignore smaller indiscretions in return for financial recompense, or, barring that, aid in his investigations.
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The First
The Bird
tEM IS GUD...RITER!
- Location
- In that den of villains and scum, OKLAHOMA
The year was 1912. The location England, more specifically Brickston, a small city located somewhat north of London. In our timeline, Brickston never existed, the village that would evolve into it suffering a nasty case of plague from which it never recovered.
In this world, however, Brickston was an eyesore, an industrial nightmare cobbled together out of stone, metal, and hate, spewing forth vile and noxious pollutants into the sea, which for miles around the city was dead and lifeless.
The people weren't much better. From the corrupt and cruel enforcers of the law, to the thieving and murderous gangs that stalked the dark underbellies, to decadent and greedy and gluttonous high society, Bricktons populace was an abscess on the skin of the world, puss filled and oozing.
And even further below? Even further below were things, the crazed madmen, the unhinged zealots, the scholars of the arcane and unholy who sought to bring otherworldly, inhuman power to bear, seeking out tomes of horror and insanity filled with eldritch knowledge, searching for artifacts steeped in the power of pagan, alien gods, and making dark, vile pacts with nightmarish daemons and entities from below the skin of reality.
It is into this city you were born. It is in this city your legacy would start. It is in this city you would delve into things man was meant not to know and do unspeakable things.
It is in this city that you would first begin your delve into the occult.
It began with a letter.
Thus you found the book that would change your life. The book that, once translated, would send you down a path of misery and madness and power and influence. The book that would start you down the path of the occult.
What book was it?
[ ] The Grave of Black Flowers, scribed in early 16th century on the shores of distant Japan. The author was one Shigeaki Hinohara, a doctor obsessed with the line between life and death, who in his obsession for lore dug up corpses to vivisect, and even committed cruel human experimentation before he was found out and executed. The book is rather plain, bound in simple black leather, its pages lacking in any illustration. It seems that Mr. Hinohara was not one for diagrams.
[ ] Liber Noctis, written over four hundred years ago by a wandering monk, on the topic of dreams and dreaming. The monk, Raul De Espinoza, sought to understand dreams and dreaming, believing that ones dreams could be used, under the right conditions and training, to communicate with other worlds, for the art of prophecy, and even to reach out to the divine itself.
Of course, the money too was helpful, in its own way. Money was ALWAYS helpful. It allowed one to purchase a variety of tools, connections, property, and other such things.
What boon did the money bring you?
[ ] The acquaintanceship of Monsieur Platt, a private investigator and procurement specialist. The money you had earned had gone to tracking down a rare piece of memorabilia. Afterwards you and the Monsieur struck up a conversation. You...weren't FRIENDS, exactly, but you were well enough associated with the man to prefer his services above his peers, and he was generous enough to give you a modest discount.
[ ] A small cottage, all to yourself, located on the outskirts of the city. It wasn't a particularly nice house, but neither was it particularly bad. Its main benefit was the rather extensive cellar it hosted, and the fact that you didn't have to share the building, giving you a modicum of privacy.
[ ] The boon brought by money was the money itself. You weren't going to waste the small fortune on anything as extravagant as your own house or some frivolous antique, no matter how tempting. No, you would save this tidy fund and use it for a rainy day.
Of course, even before your friend died, you had access to certain assets. Associations. That sort of thing.
What did you have to work with prior to your delve into the occult? Choose 2.
[ ] A modest amount of savings, stored up from your work. It wasn't much, but it would no doubt get you through a few dark days if it ever came to that, and would no doubt help finance some of your more frivolous projects. (May be taken with Modest Fortune)
[ ] The association of Sergeant Mallow, a member of the constabulary whom you've assisted once or twice with trivial matters. The good Sergeant is, while not particularly bright otherwise, good at his job, and rather skilled at billiards you had to say.
[ ] A small boat, located in the docks. While too small to transport large cargo, it was useful for visiting other parts of the country, and even crossing over to the continent should the need arise.
[ ] You were an alumni of the Brickston University for Higher Learning, and as such, had cultivated more than a few connections with its faculty and alumni and had essentially unlimited access to its library and archives.
In this world, however, Brickston was an eyesore, an industrial nightmare cobbled together out of stone, metal, and hate, spewing forth vile and noxious pollutants into the sea, which for miles around the city was dead and lifeless.
The people weren't much better. From the corrupt and cruel enforcers of the law, to the thieving and murderous gangs that stalked the dark underbellies, to decadent and greedy and gluttonous high society, Bricktons populace was an abscess on the skin of the world, puss filled and oozing.
And even further below? Even further below were things, the crazed madmen, the unhinged zealots, the scholars of the arcane and unholy who sought to bring otherworldly, inhuman power to bear, seeking out tomes of horror and insanity filled with eldritch knowledge, searching for artifacts steeped in the power of pagan, alien gods, and making dark, vile pacts with nightmarish daemons and entities from below the skin of reality.
It is into this city you were born. It is in this city your legacy would start. It is in this city you would delve into things man was meant not to know and do unspeakable things.
It is in this city that you would first begin your delve into the occult.
It began with a letter.
Thus you found the book that would change your life. The book that, once translated, would send you down a path of misery and madness and power and influence. The book that would start you down the path of the occult.
What book was it?
[ ] The Grave of Black Flowers, scribed in early 16th century on the shores of distant Japan. The author was one Shigeaki Hinohara, a doctor obsessed with the line between life and death, who in his obsession for lore dug up corpses to vivisect, and even committed cruel human experimentation before he was found out and executed. The book is rather plain, bound in simple black leather, its pages lacking in any illustration. It seems that Mr. Hinohara was not one for diagrams.
[ ] Liber Noctis, written over four hundred years ago by a wandering monk, on the topic of dreams and dreaming. The monk, Raul De Espinoza, sought to understand dreams and dreaming, believing that ones dreams could be used, under the right conditions and training, to communicate with other worlds, for the art of prophecy, and even to reach out to the divine itself.
Of course, the money too was helpful, in its own way. Money was ALWAYS helpful. It allowed one to purchase a variety of tools, connections, property, and other such things.
What boon did the money bring you?
[ ] The acquaintanceship of Monsieur Platt, a private investigator and procurement specialist. The money you had earned had gone to tracking down a rare piece of memorabilia. Afterwards you and the Monsieur struck up a conversation. You...weren't FRIENDS, exactly, but you were well enough associated with the man to prefer his services above his peers, and he was generous enough to give you a modest discount.
[ ] A small cottage, all to yourself, located on the outskirts of the city. It wasn't a particularly nice house, but neither was it particularly bad. Its main benefit was the rather extensive cellar it hosted, and the fact that you didn't have to share the building, giving you a modicum of privacy.
[ ] The boon brought by money was the money itself. You weren't going to waste the small fortune on anything as extravagant as your own house or some frivolous antique, no matter how tempting. No, you would save this tidy fund and use it for a rainy day.
Of course, even before your friend died, you had access to certain assets. Associations. That sort of thing.
What did you have to work with prior to your delve into the occult? Choose 2.
[ ] A modest amount of savings, stored up from your work. It wasn't much, but it would no doubt get you through a few dark days if it ever came to that, and would no doubt help finance some of your more frivolous projects. (May be taken with Modest Fortune)
[ ] The association of Sergeant Mallow, a member of the constabulary whom you've assisted once or twice with trivial matters. The good Sergeant is, while not particularly bright otherwise, good at his job, and rather skilled at billiards you had to say.
[ ] A small boat, located in the docks. While too small to transport large cargo, it was useful for visiting other parts of the country, and even crossing over to the continent should the need arise.
[ ] You were an alumni of the Brickston University for Higher Learning, and as such, had cultivated more than a few connections with its faculty and alumni and had essentially unlimited access to its library and archives.
Mysteries and Threats
The Bird
tEM IS GUD...RITER!
- Location
- In that den of villains and scum, OKLAHOMA
Mysteries and Curiosities
The Grave of Black Flowers: Scribed in early 16th century on the shores of distant Japan. The author was one Shigeaki Hinohara, a doctor obsessed with the line between life and death, who in his obsession for lore dug up corpses to vivisect, and even committed cruel human experimentation before he was found out and executed. The book is rather plain, bound in simple black leather, its pages lacking in any illustration. It seems that Mr. Hinohara was not one for diagrams. You have partially translated it and in the process discovered a formula of interest.
Gray Matter Cadaver Formulae: A combination of various chemicals and human gray matter that is meant to be injected into corpses, for unknown purposes.
The Fungus Problem: Your friend died of an unknown fungus, all samples of which were burned, and there are numerous oddities surrounding his death.
Gray Matter Cadaver Formulae: A combination of various chemicals and human gray matter that is meant to be injected into corpses, for unknown purposes.
The Fungus Problem: Your friend died of an unknown fungus, all samples of which were burned, and there are numerous oddities surrounding his death.
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[X] You were an alumni of the Brickston University for Higher Learning, and as such, had cultivated more than a few connections with its faculty and alumni and had essentially unlimited access to its library and archives.
[X] The Grave of Black Flowers, scribed in early 16th century on the shores of distant Japan. The author was one Shigeaki Hinohara, a doctor obsessed with the line between life and death, who in his obsession for lore dug up corpses to vivisect, and even committed cruel human experimentation before he was found out and executed. The book is rather plain, bound in simple black leather, its pages lacking in any illustration. It seems that Mr. Hinohara was not one for diagrams.
If this is even vaguely Miskatonic, I want it.
[X] The boon brought by money was the money itself. You weren't going to waste the small fortune on anything as extravagant as your own house or some frivolous antique, no matter how tempting. No, you would save this tidy fund and use it for a rainy day.
[X] The association of Sergeant Mallow, a member of the constabulary whom you've assisted once or twice with trivial matters. The good Sergeant is, while not particularly bright otherwise, good at his job, and rather skilled at billiards you had to say.
[X] The Grave of Black Flowers, scribed in early 16th century on the shores of distant Japan. The author was one Shigeaki Hinohara, a doctor obsessed with the line between life and death, who in his obsession for lore dug up corpses to vivisect, and even committed cruel human experimentation before he was found out and executed. The book is rather plain, bound in simple black leather, its pages lacking in any illustration. It seems that Mr. Hinohara was not one for diagrams.
If this is even vaguely Miskatonic, I want it.
[X] The boon brought by money was the money itself. You weren't going to waste the small fortune on anything as extravagant as your own house or some frivolous antique, no matter how tempting. No, you would save this tidy fund and use it for a rainy day.
[X] The association of Sergeant Mallow, a member of the constabulary whom you've assisted once or twice with trivial matters. The good Sergeant is, while not particularly bright otherwise, good at his job, and rather skilled at billiards you had to say.
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[X] The Grave of Black Flowers, scribed in early 16th century on the shores of distant Japan. The author was one Shigeaki Hinohara, a doctor obsessed with the line between life and death, who in his obsession for lore dug up corpses to vivisect, and even committed cruel human experimentation before he was found out and executed. The book is rather plain, bound in simple black leather, its pages lacking in any illustration. It seems that Mr. Hinohara was not one for diagras.
[X] The acquaintanceship of Monsieur Platt, a private investigator and procurement specialist. The money you had earned had gone to tracking down a rare piece of memorabilia. Afterwards you and the Monsieur struck up a conversation. You...weren't FRIENDS, exactly, but you were well enough associated with the man to prefer his services above his peers, and he was generous enough to give you a modest discount.
[X] The association of Sergeant Mallow, a member of the constabulary whom you've assisted once or twice with trivial matters. The good Sergeant is, while not particularly bright otherwise, good at his job, and rather skilled at billiards you had to say.
[x] You were an alumni of the Brickston University for Higher Learning, and as such, had cultivated more than a few connections with its faculty and alumni and had essentially unlimited access to its library and archives.
Fuck it, Let's be an Occult Detective.
[X] The acquaintanceship of Monsieur Platt, a private investigator and procurement specialist. The money you had earned had gone to tracking down a rare piece of memorabilia. Afterwards you and the Monsieur struck up a conversation. You...weren't FRIENDS, exactly, but you were well enough associated with the man to prefer his services above his peers, and he was generous enough to give you a modest discount.
[X] The association of Sergeant Mallow, a member of the constabulary whom you've assisted once or twice with trivial matters. The good Sergeant is, while not particularly bright otherwise, good at his job, and rather skilled at billiards you had to say.
[x] You were an alumni of the Brickston University for Higher Learning, and as such, had cultivated more than a few connections with its faculty and alumni and had essentially unlimited access to its library and archives.
Fuck it, Let's be an Occult Detective.
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- Location
- St. Petersburg
[x] The Grave of Black Flowers, scribed in early 16th century on the shores of distant Japan. The author was one Shigeaki Hinohara, a doctor obsessed with the line between life and death, who in his obsession for lore dug up corpses to vivisect, and even committed cruel human experimentation before he was found out and executed. The book is rather plain, bound in simple black leather, its pages lacking in any illustration. It seems that Mr. Hinohara was not one for diagrams.
[x] The acquaintanceship of Monsieur Platt, a private investigator and procurement specialist. The money you had earned had gone to tracking down a rare piece of memorabilia. Afterwards you and the Monsieur struck up a conversation. You...weren't FRIENDS, exactly, but you were well enough associated with the man to prefer his services above his peers, and he was generous enough to give you a modest discount.
[x] A modest amount of savings, stored up from your work. It wasn't much, but it would no doubt get you through a few dark days if it ever came to that, and would no doubt help finance some of your more frivolous projects. (May be taken with Modest Fortune)
[x] You were an alumni of the Brickston University for Higher Learning, and as such, had cultivated more than a few connections with its faculty and alumni and had essentially unlimited access to its library and archives.
[x] The acquaintanceship of Monsieur Platt, a private investigator and procurement specialist. The money you had earned had gone to tracking down a rare piece of memorabilia. Afterwards you and the Monsieur struck up a conversation. You...weren't FRIENDS, exactly, but you were well enough associated with the man to prefer his services above his peers, and he was generous enough to give you a modest discount.
[x] A modest amount of savings, stored up from your work. It wasn't much, but it would no doubt get you through a few dark days if it ever came to that, and would no doubt help finance some of your more frivolous projects. (May be taken with Modest Fortune)
[x] You were an alumni of the Brickston University for Higher Learning, and as such, had cultivated more than a few connections with its faculty and alumni and had essentially unlimited access to its library and archives.
The Bird
tEM IS GUD...RITER!
- Location
- In that den of villains and scum, OKLAHOMA
You have only selected a single secondary asset. I would recommend picking out a second one. And also filling your [ ]'s in.
[X] You were an alumni of the Brickston University for Higher Learning, and as such, had cultivated more than a few connections with its faculty and alumni and had essentially unlimited access to its library and archives.
[X] The Grave of Black Flowers, scribed in early 16th century on the shores of distant Japan. The author was one Shigeaki Hinohara, a doctor obsessed with the line between life and death, who in his obsession for lore dug up corpses to vivisect, and even committed cruel human experimentation before he was found out and executed. The book is rather plain, bound in simple black leather, its pages lacking in any illustration. It seems that Mr. Hinohara was not one for diagrams.
[X] The boon brought by money was the money itself. You weren't going to waste the small fortune on anything as extravagant as your own house or some frivolous antique, no matter how tempting. No, you would save this tidy fund and use it for a rainy day.
[X] The association of Sergeant Mallow, a member of the constabulary whom you've assisted once or twice with trivial matters. The good Sergeant is, while not particularly bright otherwise, good at his job, and rather skilled at billiards you had to say.
[X] The Grave of Black Flowers, scribed in early 16th century on the shores of distant Japan. The author was one Shigeaki Hinohara, a doctor obsessed with the line between life and death, who in his obsession for lore dug up corpses to vivisect, and even committed cruel human experimentation before he was found out and executed. The book is rather plain, bound in simple black leather, its pages lacking in any illustration. It seems that Mr. Hinohara was not one for diagrams.
[X] The boon brought by money was the money itself. You weren't going to waste the small fortune on anything as extravagant as your own house or some frivolous antique, no matter how tempting. No, you would save this tidy fund and use it for a rainy day.
[X] The association of Sergeant Mallow, a member of the constabulary whom you've assisted once or twice with trivial matters. The good Sergeant is, while not particularly bright otherwise, good at his job, and rather skilled at billiards you had to say.
[X] The Grave of Black Flowers, scribed in early 16th century on the shores of distant Japan. The author was one Shigeaki Hinohara, a doctor obsessed with the line between life and death, who in his obsession for lore dug up corpses to vivisect, and even committed cruel human experimentation before he was found out and executed. The book is rather plain, bound in simple black leather, its pages lacking in any illustration. It seems that Mr. Hinohara was not one for diagrams.
[X] The boon brought by money was the money itself. You weren't going to waste the small fortune on anything asextravagant as your own house or some frivolous antique, no matter how tempting. No, you would save this tidy fund and use it for a rainy day.
[X] The association of Sergeant Mallow, a member of the constabulary whom you've assisted once or twice with trivial matters. The good Sergeant is, while not particularly bright otherwise, good at his job, and rather skilled at billiards you had to say.
[X] You were an alumni of the Brickston University for Higher Learning, and as such, had cultivated more than a few connections with its faculty and alumni and had essentially unlimited access to its library and archives.
I really, really want to play as an evil necromantic warlock.
[X] The boon brought by money was the money itself. You weren't going to waste the small fortune on anything asextravagant as your own house or some frivolous antique, no matter how tempting. No, you would save this tidy fund and use it for a rainy day.
[X] The association of Sergeant Mallow, a member of the constabulary whom you've assisted once or twice with trivial matters. The good Sergeant is, while not particularly bright otherwise, good at his job, and rather skilled at billiards you had to say.
[X] You were an alumni of the Brickston University for Higher Learning, and as such, had cultivated more than a few connections with its faculty and alumni and had essentially unlimited access to its library and archives.
I really, really want to play as an evil necromantic warlock.
DevilsAdvocate
Always follow the golden rule.
[x] The Grave of Black Flowers, scribed in early 16th century on the shores of distant Japan. The author was one Shigeaki Hinohara, a doctor obsessed with the line between life and death, who in his obsession for lore dug up corpses to vivisect, and even committed cruel human experimentation before he was found out and executed. The book is rather plain, bound in simple black leather, its pages lacking in any illustration. It seems that Mr. Hinohara was not one for diagrams.
[x] The acquaintanceship of Monsieur Platt, a private investigator and procurement specialist. The money you had earned had gone to tracking down a rare piece of memorabilia. Afterwards you and the Monsieur struck up a conversation. You...weren't FRIENDS, exactly, but you were well enough associated with the man to prefer his services above his peers, and he was generous enough to give you a modest discount.
[x] A modest amount of savings, stored up from your work. It wasn't much, but it would no doubt get you through a few dark days if it ever came to that, and would no doubt help finance some of your more frivolous projects. (May be taken with Modest Fortune)
[x] You were an alumni of the Brickston University for Higher Learning, and as such, had cultivated more than a few connections with its faculty and alumni and had essentially unlimited access to its library and archives.
[x] The acquaintanceship of Monsieur Platt, a private investigator and procurement specialist. The money you had earned had gone to tracking down a rare piece of memorabilia. Afterwards you and the Monsieur struck up a conversation. You...weren't FRIENDS, exactly, but you were well enough associated with the man to prefer his services above his peers, and he was generous enough to give you a modest discount.
[x] A modest amount of savings, stored up from your work. It wasn't much, but it would no doubt get you through a few dark days if it ever came to that, and would no doubt help finance some of your more frivolous projects. (May be taken with Modest Fortune)
[x] You were an alumni of the Brickston University for Higher Learning, and as such, had cultivated more than a few connections with its faculty and alumni and had essentially unlimited access to its library and archives.
[X] You were an alumni of the Brickston University for Higher Learning, and as such, had cultivated more than a few connections with its faculty and alumni and had essentially unlimited access to its library and archives.
[X] Liber Noctis, written over four hundred years ago by a wandering monk, on the topic of dreams and dreaming. The monk, Raul De Espinoza, sought to understand dreams and dreaming, believing that ones dreams could be used, under the right conditions and training, to communicate with other worlds, for the art of prophecy, and even to reach out to the divine itself.
[X] The boon brought by money was the money itself. You weren't going to waste the small fortune on anything as extravagant as your own house or some frivolous antique, no matter how tempting. No, you would save this tidy fund and use it for a rainy day.
[X] The association of Sergeant Mallow, a member of the constabulary whom you've assisted once or twice with trivial matters. The good Sergeant is, while not particularly bright otherwise, good at his job, and rather skilled at billiards you had to say.
To the depths of the abyss and through the gates of the silver key.
[X] Liber Noctis, written over four hundred years ago by a wandering monk, on the topic of dreams and dreaming. The monk, Raul De Espinoza, sought to understand dreams and dreaming, believing that ones dreams could be used, under the right conditions and training, to communicate with other worlds, for the art of prophecy, and even to reach out to the divine itself.
[X] The boon brought by money was the money itself. You weren't going to waste the small fortune on anything as extravagant as your own house or some frivolous antique, no matter how tempting. No, you would save this tidy fund and use it for a rainy day.
[X] The association of Sergeant Mallow, a member of the constabulary whom you've assisted once or twice with trivial matters. The good Sergeant is, while not particularly bright otherwise, good at his job, and rather skilled at billiards you had to say.
To the depths of the abyss and through the gates of the silver key.
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RedV
Refuelling
- Location
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[X] Plan Shoggoth Summoner
-[X] Liber Noctis, written over four hundred years ago by a wandering monk, on the topic of dreams and dreaming. The monk, Raul De Espinoza, sought to understand dreams and dreaming, believing that ones dreams could be used, under the right conditions and training, to communicate with other worlds, for the art of prophecy, and even to reach out to the divine itself.
-[X] The acquaintanceship of Monsieur Platt, a private investigator and procurement specialist. The money you had earned had gone to tracking down a rare piece of memorabilia. Afterwards you and the Monsieur struck up a conversation. You...weren't FRIENDS, exactly, but you were well enough associated with the man to prefer his services above his peers, and he was generous enough to give you a modest discount.
-[X] A modest amount of savings, stored up from your work. It wasn't much, but it would no doubt get you through a few dark days if it ever came to that, and would no doubt help finance some of your more frivolous projects. (May be taken with Modest Fortune)
-[X] The association of Sergeant Mallow, a member of the constabulary whom you've assisted once or twice with trivial matters. The good Sergeant is, while not particularly bright otherwise, good at his job, and rather skilled at billiards you had to say.
The Liber Noctis seems overall more interesting as a magic system as compared to the Grave - Necromancy seems less versatile and powerful. It's also somewhat boring, are we going to lurk around graves to stock up on power? Given the behavior issues of the last practitioner, I'd prefer not to let such a thing warp our playstyle to that extent.
I'd prefer the more broadly applicable and useful power of the Liber Noctis, and its not like it doesn't have mysteries to explore. The connection to the Great Old Ones is worth it! The horrors beyond this world are uniquely Lovecraftian, unlike the necromancy thing.
We should try and get into the world of crime, since it seems more likely we can find cults that worship elder gods in the underbelly of the city than elsewhere, hence taking Sergeant Mallow for an in on finding such things.
Platt's relic seems likely to also have connections to our summoning ability or act as an anchor, and it seems generally useful to know someone who can aid in finding supernatural stuff. Even if this relic is not that magical, the connection seems overall worth more than the money. It might drive us insane, but since we haven't been driven insane for ears I am willing to chance it.
Savings are taken to better finance dealing with Platt, since unfortunately we cannot take Platt + Save the Fortune.
-[X] Liber Noctis, written over four hundred years ago by a wandering monk, on the topic of dreams and dreaming. The monk, Raul De Espinoza, sought to understand dreams and dreaming, believing that ones dreams could be used, under the right conditions and training, to communicate with other worlds, for the art of prophecy, and even to reach out to the divine itself.
-[X] The acquaintanceship of Monsieur Platt, a private investigator and procurement specialist. The money you had earned had gone to tracking down a rare piece of memorabilia. Afterwards you and the Monsieur struck up a conversation. You...weren't FRIENDS, exactly, but you were well enough associated with the man to prefer his services above his peers, and he was generous enough to give you a modest discount.
-[X] A modest amount of savings, stored up from your work. It wasn't much, but it would no doubt get you through a few dark days if it ever came to that, and would no doubt help finance some of your more frivolous projects. (May be taken with Modest Fortune)
-[X] The association of Sergeant Mallow, a member of the constabulary whom you've assisted once or twice with trivial matters. The good Sergeant is, while not particularly bright otherwise, good at his job, and rather skilled at billiards you had to say.
The Liber Noctis seems overall more interesting as a magic system as compared to the Grave - Necromancy seems less versatile and powerful. It's also somewhat boring, are we going to lurk around graves to stock up on power? Given the behavior issues of the last practitioner, I'd prefer not to let such a thing warp our playstyle to that extent.
I'd prefer the more broadly applicable and useful power of the Liber Noctis, and its not like it doesn't have mysteries to explore. The connection to the Great Old Ones is worth it! The horrors beyond this world are uniquely Lovecraftian, unlike the necromancy thing.
We should try and get into the world of crime, since it seems more likely we can find cults that worship elder gods in the underbelly of the city than elsewhere, hence taking Sergeant Mallow for an in on finding such things.
Platt's relic seems likely to also have connections to our summoning ability or act as an anchor, and it seems generally useful to know someone who can aid in finding supernatural stuff. Even if this relic is not that magical, the connection seems overall worth more than the money. It might drive us insane, but since we haven't been driven insane for ears I am willing to chance it.
Savings are taken to better finance dealing with Platt, since unfortunately we cannot take Platt + Save the Fortune.
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- France
New
[X] You were an alumni of the Brickston University for Higher Learning, and as such, had cultivated more than a few connections with its faculty and alumni and had essentially unlimited access to its library and archives.
[X] The Grave of Black Flowers, scribed in early 16th century on the shores of distant Japan. The author was one Shigeaki Hinohara, a doctor obsessed with the line between life and death, who in his obsession for lore dug up corpses to vivisect, and even committed cruel human experimentation before he was found out and executed. The book is rather plain, bound in simple black leather, its pages lacking in any illustration. It seems that Mr. Hinohara was not one for diagrams.
[X] The boon brought by money was the money itself. You weren't going to waste the small fortune on anything as extravagant as your own house or some frivolous antique, no matter how tempting. No, you would save this tidy fund and use it for a rainy day.
[X] The association of Sergeant Mallow, a member of the constabulary whom you've assisted once or twice with trivial matters. The good Sergeant is, while not particularly bright otherwise, good at his job, and rather skilled at billiards you had to say.
[X] You were an alumni of the Brickston University for Higher Learning, and as such, had cultivated more than a few connections with its faculty and alumni and had essentially unlimited access to its library and archives.
[X] The Grave of Black Flowers, scribed in early 16th century on the shores of distant Japan. The author was one Shigeaki Hinohara, a doctor obsessed with the line between life and death, who in his obsession for lore dug up corpses to vivisect, and even committed cruel human experimentation before he was found out and executed. The book is rather plain, bound in simple black leather, its pages lacking in any illustration. It seems that Mr. Hinohara was not one for diagrams.
[X] The boon brought by money was the money itself. You weren't going to waste the small fortune on anything as extravagant as your own house or some frivolous antique, no matter how tempting. No, you would save this tidy fund and use it for a rainy day.
[X] The association of Sergeant Mallow, a member of the constabulary whom you've assisted once or twice with trivial matters. The good Sergeant is, while not particularly bright otherwise, good at his job, and rather skilled at billiards you had to say.
[X] The Grave of Black Flowers, scribed in early 16th century on the shores of distant Japan. The author was one Shigeaki Hinohara, a doctor obsessed with the line between life and death, who in his obsession for lore dug up corpses to vivisect, and even committed cruel human experimentation before he was found out and executed. The book is rather plain, bound in simple black leather, its pages lacking in any illustration. It seems that Mr. Hinohara was not one for diagrams.
[X] The boon brought by money was the money itself. You weren't going to waste the small fortune on anything asextravagant as your own house or some frivolous antique, no matter how tempting. No, you would save this tidy fund and use it for a rainy day.
[X] The association of Sergeant Mallow, a member of the constabulary whom you've assisted once or twice with trivial matters. The good Sergeant is, while not particularly bright otherwise, good at his job, and rather skilled at billiards you had to say.
[X] You were an alumni of the Brickston University for Higher Learning, and as such, had cultivated more than a few connections with its faculty and alumni and had essentially unlimited access to its library and archives.
[X] The boon brought by money was the money itself. You weren't going to waste the small fortune on anything asextravagant as your own house or some frivolous antique, no matter how tempting. No, you would save this tidy fund and use it for a rainy day.
[X] The association of Sergeant Mallow, a member of the constabulary whom you've assisted once or twice with trivial matters. The good Sergeant is, while not particularly bright otherwise, good at his job, and rather skilled at billiards you had to say.
[X] You were an alumni of the Brickston University for Higher Learning, and as such, had cultivated more than a few connections with its faculty and alumni and had essentially unlimited access to its library and archives.
MysticKnightJoe
Defender of Holy Terra
- Location
- Fighting the Forces of Evil Across the Cosmos
[X] The Grave of Black Flowers, scribed in early 16th century on the shores of distant Japan. The author was one Shigeaki Hinohara, a doctor obsessed with the line between life and death, who in his obsession for lore dug up corpses to vivisect, and even committed cruel human experimentation before he was found out and executed. The book is rather plain, bound in simple black leather, its pages lacking in any illustration. It seems that Mr. Hinohara was not one for diagrams.
[X] The boon brought by money was the money itself. You weren't going to waste the small fortune on anything asextravagant as your own house or some frivolous antique, no matter how tempting. No, you would save this tidy fund and use it for a rainy day.
[X] The association of Sergeant Mallow, a member of the constabulary whom you've assisted once or twice with trivial matters. The good Sergeant is, while not particularly bright otherwise, good at his job, and rather skilled at billiards you had to say.
[X] You were an alumni of the Brickston University for Higher Learning, and as such, had cultivated more than a few connections with its faculty and alumni and had essentially unlimited access to its library and archives.
[X] The boon brought by money was the money itself. You weren't going to waste the small fortune on anything asextravagant as your own house or some frivolous antique, no matter how tempting. No, you would save this tidy fund and use it for a rainy day.
[X] The association of Sergeant Mallow, a member of the constabulary whom you've assisted once or twice with trivial matters. The good Sergeant is, while not particularly bright otherwise, good at his job, and rather skilled at billiards you had to say.
[X] You were an alumni of the Brickston University for Higher Learning, and as such, had cultivated more than a few connections with its faculty and alumni and had essentially unlimited access to its library and archives.
- Location
- Irkutsk
[X] The Grave of Black Flowers, scribed in early 16th century on the shores of distant Japan. The author was one Shigeaki Hinohara, a doctor obsessed with the line between life and death, who in his obsession for lore dug up corpses to vivisect, and even committed cruel human experimentation before he was found out and executed. The book is rather plain, bound in simple black leather, its pages lacking in any illustration. It seems that Mr. Hinohara was not one for diagrams.
[X] The boon brought by money was the money itself. You weren't going to waste the small fortune on anything asextravagant as your own house or some frivolous antique, no matter how tempting. No, you would save this tidy fund and use it for a rainy day.
[X] A small boat, located in the docks. While too small to transport large cargo, it was useful for visiting other parts of the country, and even crossing over to the continent should the need arise.
[X] A modest amount of savings, stored up from your work. It wasn't much, but it would no doubt get you through a few dark days if it ever came to that, and would no doubt help finance some of your more frivolous projects. (May be taken with Modest Fortune)
[X] The boon brought by money was the money itself. You weren't going to waste the small fortune on anything asextravagant as your own house or some frivolous antique, no matter how tempting. No, you would save this tidy fund and use it for a rainy day.
[X] A small boat, located in the docks. While too small to transport large cargo, it was useful for visiting other parts of the country, and even crossing over to the continent should the need arise.
[X] A modest amount of savings, stored up from your work. It wasn't much, but it would no doubt get you through a few dark days if it ever came to that, and would no doubt help finance some of your more frivolous projects. (May be taken with Modest Fortune)
- Location
- Somewhere else
[X] The Grave of Black Flowers, scribed in early 16th century on the shores of distant Japan. The author was one Shigeaki Hinohara, a doctor obsessed with the line between life and death, who in his obsession for lore dug up corpses to vivisect, and even committed cruel human experimentation before he was found out and executed. The book is rather plain, bound in simple black leather, its pages lacking in any illustration. It seems that Mr. Hinohara was not one for diagrams.
[X] The boon brought by money was the money itself. You weren't going to waste the small fortune on anything asextravagant as your own house or some frivolous antique, no matter how tempting. No, you would save this tidy fund and use it for a rainy day.
[X] The association of Sergeant Mallow, a member of the constabulary whom you've assisted once or twice with trivial matters. The good Sergeant is, while not particularly bright otherwise, good at his job, and rather skilled at billiards you had to say.
[X] You were an alumni of the Brickston University for Higher Learning, and as such, had cultivated more than a few connections with its faculty and alumni and had essentially unlimited access to its library and archives.
[X] The boon brought by money was the money itself. You weren't going to waste the small fortune on anything asextravagant as your own house or some frivolous antique, no matter how tempting. No, you would save this tidy fund and use it for a rainy day.
[X] The association of Sergeant Mallow, a member of the constabulary whom you've assisted once or twice with trivial matters. The good Sergeant is, while not particularly bright otherwise, good at his job, and rather skilled at billiards you had to say.
[X] You were an alumni of the Brickston University for Higher Learning, and as such, had cultivated more than a few connections with its faculty and alumni and had essentially unlimited access to its library and archives.
[X] The Grave of Black Flowers, scribed in early 16th century on the shores of distant Japan. The author was one Shigeaki Hinohara, a doctor obsessed with the line between life and death, who in his obsession for lore dug up corpses to vivisect, and even committed cruel human experimentation before he was found out and executed. The book is rather plain, bound in simple black leather, its pages lacking in any illustration. It seems that Mr. Hinohara was not one for diagrams.
[X] The boon brought by money was the money itself. You weren't going to waste the small fortune on anything asextravagant as your own house or some frivolous antique, no matter how tempting. No, you would save this tidy fund and use it for a rainy day.
[X] The association of Sergeant Mallow, a member of the constabulary whom you've assisted once or twice with trivial matters. The good Sergeant is, while not particularly bright otherwise, good at his job, and rather skilled at billiards you had to say.
[X] You were an alumni of the Brickston University for Higher Learning, and as such, had cultivated more than a few connections with its faculty and alumni and had essentially unlimited access to its library and archives.
[X] The boon brought by money was the money itself. You weren't going to waste the small fortune on anything asextravagant as your own house or some frivolous antique, no matter how tempting. No, you would save this tidy fund and use it for a rainy day.
[X] The association of Sergeant Mallow, a member of the constabulary whom you've assisted once or twice with trivial matters. The good Sergeant is, while not particularly bright otherwise, good at his job, and rather skilled at billiards you had to say.
[X] You were an alumni of the Brickston University for Higher Learning, and as such, had cultivated more than a few connections with its faculty and alumni and had essentially unlimited access to its library and archives.
Pathetic King
"I Speak To The Audient Void."
- Location
- Colorado
[X] Plan: Leave Me Alone
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- Location
- Somewhere
[X] Liber Noctis, written over four hundred years ago by a wandering monk, on the topic of dreams and dreaming. The monk, Raul De Espinoza, sought to understand dreams and dreaming, believing that ones dreams could be used, under the right conditions and training, to communicate with other worlds, for the art of prophecy, and even to reach out to the divine itself.
[X] A small cottage, all to yourself, located on the outskirts of the city. It wasn't a particularly nice house, but neither was it particularly bad. Its main benefit was the rather extensive cellar it hosted, and the fact that you didn't have to share the building, giving you a modicum of privacy.
[X] A small boat, located in the docks. While too small to transport large cargo, it was useful for visiting other parts of the country, and even crossing over to the continent should the need arise.
[X] You were an alumni of the Brickston University for Higher Learning, and as such, had cultivated more than a few connections with its faculty and alumni and had essentially unlimited access to its library and archives.
[X] A small cottage, all to yourself, located on the outskirts of the city. It wasn't a particularly nice house, but neither was it particularly bad. Its main benefit was the rather extensive cellar it hosted, and the fact that you didn't have to share the building, giving you a modicum of privacy.
[X] A small boat, located in the docks. While too small to transport large cargo, it was useful for visiting other parts of the country, and even crossing over to the continent should the need arise.
[X] You were an alumni of the Brickston University for Higher Learning, and as such, had cultivated more than a few connections with its faculty and alumni and had essentially unlimited access to its library and archives.
- Location
- Cincinnati, OH
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Ooooh, this seems as an interesting quest. Going to go with this:
[X] Liber Noctis, written over four hundred years ago by a wandering monk, on the topic of dreams and dreaming. The monk, Raul De Espinoza, sought to understand dreams and dreaming, believing that ones dreams could be used, under the right conditions and training, to communicate with other worlds, for the art of prophecy, and even to reach out to the divine itself.
[X] The boon brought by money was the money itself. You weren't going to waste the small fortune on anything as extravagant as your own house or some frivolous antique, no matter how tempting. No, you would save this tidy fund and use it for a rainy day.
[X] You were an alumni of the Brickston University for Higher Learning, and as such, had cultivated more than a few connections with its faculty and alumni and had essentially unlimited access to its library and archives.
[X] The association of Sergeant Mallow, a member of the constabulary whom you've assisted once or twice with trivial matters. The good Sergeant is, while not particularly bright otherwise, good at his job, and rather skilled at billiards you had to say.
[X] Liber Noctis, written over four hundred years ago by a wandering monk, on the topic of dreams and dreaming. The monk, Raul De Espinoza, sought to understand dreams and dreaming, believing that ones dreams could be used, under the right conditions and training, to communicate with other worlds, for the art of prophecy, and even to reach out to the divine itself.
[X] The boon brought by money was the money itself. You weren't going to waste the small fortune on anything as extravagant as your own house or some frivolous antique, no matter how tempting. No, you would save this tidy fund and use it for a rainy day.
[X] You were an alumni of the Brickston University for Higher Learning, and as such, had cultivated more than a few connections with its faculty and alumni and had essentially unlimited access to its library and archives.
[X] The association of Sergeant Mallow, a member of the constabulary whom you've assisted once or twice with trivial matters. The good Sergeant is, while not particularly bright otherwise, good at his job, and rather skilled at billiards you had to say.
Pandemonious Ivy
Panties, Revolution. Big Drawers. Parachute.
[X] Plan: Leave Me Alone
-[X] Liber Noctis, written over four hundred years ago by a wandering monk, on the topic of dreams and dreaming. The monk, Raul De Espinoza, sought to understand dreams and dreaming, believing that ones dreams could be used, under the right conditions and training, to communicate with other worlds, for the art of prophecy, and even to reach out to the divine itself.
-[X] A small cottage, all to yourself, located on the outskirts of the city. It wasn't a particularly nice house, but neither was it particularly bad. Its main benefit was the rather extensive cellar it hosted, and the fact that you didn't have to share the building, giving you a modicum of privacy.
-[X] A modest amount of savings, stored up from your work. It wasn't much, but it would no doubt get you through a few dark days if it ever came to that, and would no doubt help finance some of your more frivolous projects. (May be taken with Modest Fortune)
-[X] A small boat, located in the docks. While too small to transport large cargo, it was useful for visiting other parts of the country, and even crossing over to the continent should the need arise.
This plan is simple:
We're gonna be doing weird and freaky shit. Being able to do it with relative independence is going to be in high demand.
So, pick the tome that doesn't explicitly require other items or objects (like corpses). A cottage providing privacy. Savings so we don't need to scrounge for money. And a boat on the docks, in case we need to smuggle anything or leave in a hurry.
It's perfect for your average asocial cultist!
-[X] Liber Noctis, written over four hundred years ago by a wandering monk, on the topic of dreams and dreaming. The monk, Raul De Espinoza, sought to understand dreams and dreaming, believing that ones dreams could be used, under the right conditions and training, to communicate with other worlds, for the art of prophecy, and even to reach out to the divine itself.
-[X] A small cottage, all to yourself, located on the outskirts of the city. It wasn't a particularly nice house, but neither was it particularly bad. Its main benefit was the rather extensive cellar it hosted, and the fact that you didn't have to share the building, giving you a modicum of privacy.
-[X] A modest amount of savings, stored up from your work. It wasn't much, but it would no doubt get you through a few dark days if it ever came to that, and would no doubt help finance some of your more frivolous projects. (May be taken with Modest Fortune)
-[X] A small boat, located in the docks. While too small to transport large cargo, it was useful for visiting other parts of the country, and even crossing over to the continent should the need arise.
This plan is simple:
We're gonna be doing weird and freaky shit. Being able to do it with relative independence is going to be in high demand.
So, pick the tome that doesn't explicitly require other items or objects (like corpses). A cottage providing privacy. Savings so we don't need to scrounge for money. And a boat on the docks, in case we need to smuggle anything or leave in a hurry.
It's perfect for your average asocial cultist!
[X] Liber Noctis, written over four hundred years ago by a wandering monk, on the topic of dreams and dreaming. The monk, Raul De Espinoza, sought to understand dreams and dreaming, believing that ones dreams could be used, under the right conditions and training, to communicate with other worlds, for the art of prophecy, and even to reach out to the divine itself.
[X] The boon brought by money was the money itself. You weren't going to waste the small fortune on anything as extravagant as your own house or some frivolous antique, no matter how tempting. No, you would save this tidy fund and use it for a rainy day.
[X] You were an alumni of the Brickston University for Higher Learning, and as such, had cultivated more than a few connections with its faculty and alumni and had essentially unlimited access to its library and archives.
[X] The association of Sergeant Mallow, a member of the constabulary whom you've assisted once or twice with trivial matters. The good Sergeant is, while not particularly bright otherwise, good at his job, and rather skilled at billiards you had to say.
[X] The boon brought by money was the money itself. You weren't going to waste the small fortune on anything as extravagant as your own house or some frivolous antique, no matter how tempting. No, you would save this tidy fund and use it for a rainy day.
[X] You were an alumni of the Brickston University for Higher Learning, and as such, had cultivated more than a few connections with its faculty and alumni and had essentially unlimited access to its library and archives.
[X] The association of Sergeant Mallow, a member of the constabulary whom you've assisted once or twice with trivial matters. The good Sergeant is, while not particularly bright otherwise, good at his job, and rather skilled at billiards you had to say.