Its actually insane how easily broken seeker is able to keep track of our movements. We need that fortune path of sorcery so we can curse pieces of shit like that.
I am still in favor doing a reverese raid and just going to its area and holding that shit hostage with a fucking nuke. He wants to play hardball, we can play hardball.
Its actually insane how easily broken seeker is able to keep track of our movements. We need that fortune path of sorcery so we can curse pieces of shit like that.
I am still in favor doing a reverese raid and just going to its area and holding that shit hostage with a fucking nuke. He wants to play hardball, we can play hardball.
He has dozens of highly mobile minions who can easily blend into just about any environment through camo or actively using veils. That means it should be relatively simple to cover the most common mundane and supernatural means of leaving the city; air port, train station, prominent Ways, etc.
[X] You do not have time for this, ask Old Piotr if he can hold this thing for you and if he has the means to communicate beyond the veil. If he or another of Odin's servant can hold this beast relinquish it into their custody, if not kill it. If they have the means to communicate beyond the veil reach out to your allies and tell them to go to ground before rushing towards them. If not rush to their aid all the same and hope your in time to stop any harm coming to pass.
Its actually insane how easily broken seeker is able to keep track of our movements. We need that fortune path of sorcery so we can curse pieces of shit like that.
I am still in favor doing a reverese raid and just going to its area and holding that shit hostage with a fucking nuke. He wants to play hardball, we can play hardball.
I mean he has been doing nothing else against you for months, that is the point of being a patient old monster, find the enemy's limitations and exploit them.
He has dozens of highly mobile minions who can easily blend into just about any environment through camo or actively using veils. That means it should be relatively simple to cover the most common mundane and supernatural means of leaving the city; air port, train station, prominent Ways, etc.
I mean he has been doing nothing else against you for months, that is the point of being a patient old monster, find the enemy's limitations and exploit them.
[X] Broken Seeker did try to kill this one the second it got spotted, it has to know more (Charisma+Empathy DPE applies; Base DC 9)
-[X] Intimidation Excellency, All Things Betray with Willpower to spot lies
-[X] Crown question: "What are the plans of this one's master for the next 24 hours"
-[X] STUNT: It takes everything you have not to tear this one's head from its neck and take of racing to save your friends. Somehow, you manage. Two minutes won't change much, a difference of one spark of essence spent to enhance your movements to make up for the time spent interrogating this raving beast. The fire of your soul unfurls, near-freezing the ephemerial air around you, as countless eyes peer into the thing's soul. With deliberate calm, you ask it: "Tell me what your master's forces are, and why it thought you worth killing to prevent us talking, and I will not feed you your own heart here and now", even as in your head, you ask another question, seeking to find what Broken Seeker actually intends to do about you.
A couple of minutes should be recoverable with Wind-Born Stride. And we don't want to get into a trap. As far as our friends go, I am worried about Rosie, Isabela, and then everyone else.
[X] Broken Seeker did try to kill this one the second it got spotted, it has to know more (Charisma+Empathy DPE applies; Base DC 9)
-[X] Intimidation Excellency, All Things Betray with Willpower to spot lies
-[X] Crown question: "What are the plans of this one's master for the next 24 hours"
-[X] STUNT: It takes everything you have not to tear this one's head from its neck and take of racing to save your friends. Somehow, you manage. Two minutes won't change much, a difference of one spark of essence spent to enhance your movements to make up for the time spent interrogating this raving beast. The fire of your soul unfurls, near-freezing the ephemerial air around you, as countless eyes peer into the thing's soul. With deliberate calm, you ask it: "Tell me what your master's forces are, and why it thought you worth killing to prevent us talking, and I will not feed you your own heart here and now", even as in your head, you ask another question, seeking to find what Broken Seeker actually intends to do about you.
[X] Broken Seeker did try to kill this one the second it got spotted, it has to know more (Charisma+Empathy DPE applies; Base DC 9)
-[X] Intimidation Excellency, All Things Betray with Willpower to spot lies
-[X] Crown question: "What are the plans of this one's master for the next 24 hours"
-[X] STUNT: It takes everything you have not to tear this one's head from its neck and take of racing to save your friends. Somehow, you manage. Two minutes won't change much, a difference of one spark of essence spent to enhance your movements to make up for the time spent interrogating this raving beast. The fire of your soul unfurls, near-freezing the ephemerial air around you, as countless eyes peer into the thing's soul. With deliberate calm, you ask it: "Tell me what your master's forces are, and why it thought you worth killing to prevent us talking, and I will not feed you your own heart here and now", even as in your head, you ask another question, seeking to find what Broken Seeker actually intends to do about you.
I strongly disagree, the thematics of Christmas aren't nearly compelling enough to me for a delay. It was hard fought enough to get the banked exp on the basis of buying it as soon as possible, and not picking our signature so we could use it for the hell charm.
Crafting is very neat and useful, but it isn't the same level as a hell world.
Then it speaks words not with rage but spite: "I gave the signal, the Old One, the Seeker has his prey, your friends! He will make them suffer and he will make you heel!" A laugh spews out from between uneven teeth. "Before I eat his heart! Or maybe I eat your heart first!"
Hopefully this hasn't gotten too far yet, if this was as much a surprise to him as us he might not be perfectly in position yet.
Didn't this guy have shit to do in town? I'd have thought he had things to do other than stalking us.
How many times do we have to replay the " enemy comes to steal our power, attacks scrubs who can't possibly resist big boss monster" plot?
Kind of feels like there's nothing we could possibly do that would make this stop happening; we could park a newborn god in the last station and they'd get grabbed buying groceries.
Kind of feels like there's nothing we could possibly do that would make this stop happening; we could park a newborn god in the last station and they'd get grabbed buying groceries.
anyone thought about calling friends and such and asking them to get something to help us regenerate essence? I don't want to be anything less than full against the skinwalker.
eh only kinda due to action economy if we went about things logically as soon as we were less busy and had full essence we would have. But, once those things happened we got small skips.
Kind of feels like there's nothing we could possibly do that would make this stop happening; we could park a newborn god in the last station and they'd get grabbed buying groceries.
Well, public and well known, ideally autoamtic, retaliation. Lydia's suggestion of cashing in one of the favors with Winter might work, as long as we word it correctly. We should also wreck bloody vengeance ourselves. As in, go naagloshii hunting afterwards and MiM ten or so of them in direct retaliation. Also protecting amulets for everyone.
With the power of hindsight it seems obvious that in the order of this month's events, putting the days of absence during our Odin-work before the hunt for Seeker was a mistake.
That's a reach. Johann was part of an order of Necromancers, I'm sure they can do all kinds of terrible things with corpses without involving Blampires.
You're mistaken.
Odin called Johann of Cleves a warlock, not a necromancer. A warlock is someone who uses magic to break the Laws.
All necromancers are warlocks, but not all warlocks are necromancers.
Kattrin was a necromancer, but we dont know if the rest on the Thule Society board were.
Just that they were black magic users.
You're mistaken.
He used a fireplace poker according to his own testimony, and Dresden notes that his knuckles are torn.
No swords.
"Harry!" Thomas called from outside. "Harry, come here!"
His voice was tense, excited. I went out the kitchen door to the backyard, and found Thomas climbing down from a tree house only a little nicer than my apartment, built up in the branches of the old oak tree behind the Carpenters' house. He had a still form draped over his shoulder.
I drew out my amulet and called wizard light as Thomas laid the oldest son, Daniel, out on the grass in the backyard. He was breathing, but looked pale. He was wearing flannel pajama pants and a white T-shirt soaked with blood. There was a cut on his arm; not too deep, but very messy. He had bruises on his face, on one arm, and the knuckles on both his hands were torn and ragged. Michael's son had been throwing punches. It hadn't done him any good, but he'd fought.
"Coat," I said, terse. "He's cold."
Thomas immediately took off my duster and draped it over the boy. I propped his feet up on my backpack. "Stay here," I told him. I went in the house, fetched a glass of water, and brought it out. I knelt down and tried to wake the boy up, to get him to drink a little. He coughed a little, then drank, and blinked open his eyes. He couldn't focus them.
"Daniel," I said quietly. "Daniel, it's Harry Dresden."
"D-dresden?" he said.
"Yeah. Your dad's friend. Harry."
"Harry," he said. Then his eyes flew open wide and he struggled to sit up. "Molly!"
"Easy, easy," I told him. "You're hurt. We don't know how bad yet. Lie still."
"Can't," he mumbled. "They took her. We were… is Mom okay? Are the little ones okay?"
We listened to Daniel's recounting of the attack. It was simple enough. He'd heard Molly moving around downstairs and had come down to talk to his sister. There had been a knock at the door. Molly had gone to answer it. There had been an exchange of words, and then Molly had screamed and slammed the door. "She came running into the living room," Daniel said. "And they broke down the door behind her and came in." He shivered. "They were going upstairs and Molly said we had to distract them, so I grabbed the poker from the fireplace and just sort of jumped them." He shook his head. "I thought they were just costumes. You know. Like… really stupid burglars or something. But the Reaper grabbed me. And he was going to… you know. Cut me with that curved knife." He gestured vaguely at his wounded arm. "Molly hit him and he dropped me."
"With what?" I asked him.
He shook his head. His thin, awkward, adolescent features were hollow with pain, weariness, and a kind of lingering disbelief. His words were all slightly stiff, wooden, as if reporting events in an unappealing motion picture, rather than actual experiences. "I couldn't see. I think she must have had a bat or something. He dropped me."
"Then what?" I asked him.
He swallowed. "I fell, and bumped my head on the floor. And they grabbed her. The Reaper and the Scarecrow. And they carried her out the door. She was screaming…" He bit his lip. "I tried to stop them, but Hammerhand chased me. So I ran out the back and up into the tree house, cause I figured, you know. He doesn't have any hands. Just hammers. So how's he going to climb up after me?"
He looked to Charity and said, shame in his voice, "I'm sorry, Mom. I wanted to stop them. They were just… too big." Tears welled up in his eyes and his thin chest heaved. Charity caught him in a fierce hug, squeezing him hard and whispering to him. Daniel broke down, sobbing.
Its worth remembering that while Daniel ends up his father's size as a young man, he's still 16ish right now.
According to Dresden, he's thin and scrawny as of June this year.
He's got a ways to go to reach his full growth.
Also, he's taking barehanded martial arts classes; thats where he met Lydia.
Not blades.
It's difficult to imagine what they want to do with the corpse of a hated enemy that could disgust a man like Johann. If not turning it into a Blampire, there are only so many potentially awful outcomes that might reasonably qualify.
Coincidentally, I was looking through one of my old Nightbane splatbooks last night and there are some pretty fucked up Fleshsculptor spells that I could see disturbing even Johann. One of the worst is the ritual spell that involves flaying a spellcaster alive, then creating a skinsuit from their flesh. The skinsuit could then be worn to take on the victim's appearance and use any spells they knew in life. That does seem like something certain DF baddies might get up to, if they had the capability.
Im working off the hostiles we've seen onscreen so far.
Red Court can convert a living wizard to a half-vampire, but have no use for the body of a dead wizard besides putting it up for display as bragging rights.
Neither do necromancers; one fresh human body is as good as another AFAIK.
Outsiders need a living, willing body to ride-along in I think, and dont need a wizard.
Kindred/Kuejin need the soul/spirit/essence. A naagloshii needs to eat your essence while you're alive; your dead body is of no use.
I have no idea if a demon might find a dead wizard's body of use a la the Constantine movie; its never come up in canon.
Black Court are the people who we know can turn a fresh dead wizard's body into an undead vampire wizard according to the events of Battle Grounds.
And for them, the body of a Senior Council wizard would be pretty valuable.
