Perhaps it is.Porter's train body is the most efficient way to increase security of Last Station, which is why it should be done this month
Last we checked, they were different options:Pretty sure something new is unnecessary, our deal with that elf for mundane materials goes both ways. We can just sell materials through him.
We voted for option 1 then."So about that..."
What do you want Thomas to focus on?
[] Getting documents for strike teams
[] Working with the Workshop to sell rather than buy precious metals and funnel those funds into accounts you can spend without questions from the government
[] Write in
OOC: After this we will have a talk with Porter, he has not woken up because of how fast you finished this.
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The ghouls would probably object to such a waste of long pork rinds.Today is damn fucking well going to be merry or else skins are going to be used as war banners
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Wow.
5 sux on 19 dice? The dice dont appear to like Mrs Evens very much, do they?
This is where we talk about it, how to prevent what happened with Will of Kakuri from ever happening again.
"Do you have any ideas how we might keep something like this from happening in the future?" you ask tentatively, not wanting to put him on the spot.
"The Chained One was greater in will an understanding than I and so he could ward me off even in this place, but.... hmm... If I had a means to strike from afar the ward would have availed him not. Greater powers than he have tried to chain me. Only one succeeded and he is no more."
Even though you are itching to know who that might be, that is not what you are talking about here. "What do you have in mind in terms of striking from a distance?"
"This is a train station yes, not just a delving in the stone. I am all that it is and thus can empower than just as the small shadow in does your portable telephone."
You are not sure what it says about you that the words 'rocket turrets and spider mines' are the first things to come to mind, other than being a Starcraft player. At least you did not get inspired by the Zerg...
Although...
Nope, nope, moving on. "I can do that, the physical bits at least, if you can just slide in."
"If they are a nature part of the station," the stone spirit confirms with a nod.
With that you turn in for the day, time to go home and... explain some things. Some of it is going to be easy. Daniel asking how Lydia did, Mathew looking for an excited story, but do you tell your mom and tad about the reason you let Eiko go or how thoroughly you killed her boss?
I agree on general principle, but we have invited enough trouble (Red Court, Denarians, probably Black Court, Outsiders, and likely whatever we anger in Vegas) that making a fortress out of Last Station, so it would be legitimately too costly to assail is important, I feel. We need a stronghold, I feel, and need it before retaliatory strike arrives.However, our interests and responsibilities in Chicago extend way beyond Last Station, and a lot of the people we have assumed responsibility for dont live there either.
The social links provide early warning of shenanigans going on in the area. Which allows us to be proactive.
If you remember the events of White Night, the Cauldron murders had been going on for weeks if not months before Harry heard about them. They never threatened his warded home, and yet were a threat all the same.
Same as, in this AU, the Chinatown murders that went on for a while before we heard of it, and Broken Seeker's goons lurking.
We really need to establish the social links to get early warning of that sort of thing.
Must admit, I am a bit curious. What is Lydia doing this Christmas? Dunno if her family even celebrated it tbh. But I would have expected Daniel to invite her if she is just alone.
I was moreso talking about the multiple children in the house. Good to have that cleared up though. If the Santa thing was prevalent the masquerade wouldn't work at all.
I was moreso talking about the multiple children in the house. Good to have that cleared up though. If the Santa thing was prevalent the masquerade wouldn't work at all.
They may or may not also be more inclined to be secretive about/hide their presents, such as if they fear them being stolen/confiscated, thrown away, or damaged/broken.Yeah actual gifts from Santa happen to kids who either do not question their luck or who not many people believe anyway.
Evil Bob: "Sure.... suuuuure this isn't necromancy."She celebrates Yule as the longest night, the shortest day in the company of the dead, specifically all the sane dead of Chicago who are both willing and able to take an invitation. She thought about inviting some members of Cauldron, but she is not entirely sure how that many ghosts in a constrained space would play with relatively weak mortal magicians. Maybe next yearonce she has assembled her court of the dead.
I'm sure he occasionally breaks through the wall of one dude or another riding the Krampus and, you know, goes about beating them to death with a lump of anthracite before... er... leaving it deposited up their stocking.Santa knows better than to mess with these wards.
More seriously you are not a needy child, that is strictly speaking who the legend is about, it is not everyone who gets supernatural gifts. For that matter it is not even that everyone who would qualify who gets one.
Did we ever figure out a proper wholesaler to source from? I remember we ran some math and found that any reasonable number of ghouls still wouldn't eat enough to raise an eyebrow or put much of a dent in our diamond manufacturing returns.Thinking about it, we owe our people some of our time. If possible some infernal super cooking would be nice too. Unnaturally filling and perfectly cooked turkeys by the flock, mash potatoes by the drum, and pies of even the weirdest flavors. The works.
His mistake was not being born with a license to mess with the dead, or simply becoming the an afterlife where his will is by default natural law.Evil Bob: "Sure.... suuuuure this isn't necromancy."
Heinrich Kemmler: "I have wasted my life."
I do remember the quote.This is where we talk about it, how to prevent what happened with Will of Kakuri from ever happening again.
AP hell is a thing as always.I agree on general principle, but we have invited enough trouble (Red Court, Denarians, probably Black Court, Outsiders, and likely whatever we anger in Vegas) that making a fortress out of Last Station, so it would be legitimately too costly to assail is important, I feel. We need a stronghold, I feel, and need it before retaliatory strike arrives.
Point of correction:Santa knows better than to mess with these wards.
More seriously you are not a needy child, that is strictly speaking who the legend is about, it is not everyone who gets supernatural gifts. For that matter it is not even that everyone who would qualify who gets one.
Google Drive linkI was just putting the extra bullet hole stickers I'd picked up onto the bike when
the fire crackled and popped and flared up.
"Merciful Heaven, what is this?" I mused aloud.
There was a sound that can only be described as a "foomph," and a sudden flood
of soot from the fireplace and then...
Well. Then.
He had a round face. And a little round belly. That shook when he laughed.
Underneath all the chain mail.
Kringle was a tall, burly man with long, silvery white hair and a magnificent
snowy beard. He wore hunting leathers under a mail shirt, and over that was a
heavy, magnificent crimson hooded robe trimmed in white fur. He carried an
enormous sack over one shoulder—and there was no sword at his hip.
He looked at me and let out a low, rumbling laugh.
"Hey," I said quietly.
Wayback Machine link because website link is down:I was feeling quite pleased with the operation when a glaring red light fell over my shoulder.
I spun in my sleigh and sat up straight as Kringle's sled swept down out of the night sky and pulled up next to mine on Michigan avenue, hovering in the shadowy border between reality and the Nevernever, invisible to all but the most imaginative mortal eyes. His reindeer, enormous shaggy things that looked like they belonged in an Ice Age, paced in a snorting half-circle around me and the Unicorn. The lead reindeer was surrounded by a corona of fiery red light centered around its burning red eyes, not its nose.
The nose would have been cuter. This thing looked like it might casually snap its thick leather harness and rip my face off with razor-sharp hooves.
A shadowy figure with a single burning red eye sat in the sled at the tail end of the nine reindeer. They were, to him, what the Unicorn was to me. Amplifiers of his power. I mean, even though he only actually delivered to a token number of homes each year, enough to keep the magic of belief alive, he still made it to tens of thousands of locations in a single night. It took power on a level that made me uncomfortable to think about to manage that much spatial and temporal manipulation—for no better reason than to be kind, mostly to children.
Kringle was the very best evidence that Mab wasn't as cold as she seemed.
Hmmm....The binding rules do explicitly say that you're not supposed to spam the ability. Each thrall is supposed to be a significant event in the game in it of themselves, making dozens of thralls to game the faith system that it supposed to be difficult to raise breaks the game.
The example demon it gives us is in the mid game and has 3 total thralls. That says something about what the rules are designed for here. Any plan that involves her taking more than single digit thralls over the the next year should be discarded out of hand.
Pre-battle snacks. You don't want to go to battle with an empty stomach.The ghouls would probably object to such a waste of long pork rinds.
The dude is absolutely going to be filing for a travel visa at some point. He gives zero shits about anything besides the secrets of life and death and, whoop, nobody else has a naturally two way afterlife running these days.His mistake was not being born with a license to mess with the dead, or simply becoming the an afterlife where his will is by default natural law.
Evil Bob: "Sure.... suuuuure this isn't necromancy."
Heinrich Kemmler: "I have wasted my life."
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While Im speculating?
Here's a throwaway idea for Lash, assuming she has Flesh 3 or better.
Or was looking to drop points/expand into Lore of the Beast.
Dogs are known for their unconditional love and loyalties.
So buy some dogs that love you. Uplift them to sapience using Flesh 3, then offer them all Pacts.
A pack of loyal sapient doggies is gonna be a Faith drip if you can pull it off.
Little distinction, sometimes. A man might willingly follow another to the point they would kill or die upon their master's word, given without explanation, and do so grinning. Bound by belief, perceived necessity, playing upon and cultivating ravenous desire, a thousand other reasons. Chains are the tool of the lazy and unimaginative.Kemmler wanted slaves not subjects, but yes he has in many ways wasted his life... and his unlife
Not really.Hmm I had not considered uplift, on the one hand it is workable in the long run, on the other she is in a bit of a bind, needing faith to work the major transformations that would give her that faith regeneration.
So she can adopt an animal then use Flesh 3 to boost their Intelligence, Pact with them, and she has a thrall that she can also buff later on. Probably dog, because dogs are both on the smart side for domestic animals, and more predictably loyal through thick and thin, and much less capricious. But other animals are also options.• • • MANIPULATE FLESH
This evocation allows the demon to manipulate a subject's physical form (be it her own or another's), adding muscle mass, increasing bone density or expanding mental faculties.
System: Roll Intelligence + Medicine. Each success is a point that can be added to any of the subject's Physical or Mental Attributes, There is a risk, however. Compare the total number of successes to the subject's Stamina. Any excess successes are suffered as bashing damage due to system shock. This damage cannot be soaked. To perform this evocation on another individual, the demon must be able to make physical contact, and the individual can attempt to counteract its effects — the Storyteller makes a Willpower roll ( difficulty 8 ).
Torment: Monstrous demons alter flesh and bone without regard for their subjects' frailty. If performed on another, a Willpower roll is made for the subject, with a difficulty equal to the demon's Torment. If the roll fails, the subject suffers a temporary derangement that makes him uncontrollably paranoid and prone to violence. If the roll is botched, the derangement is permanent.
Not really.
Demon evocations up to <Lore>3 are free to use; only <Lore> 4-5 cost Faith.
In this case, Flesh 3:
So she can adopt an animal then use Flesh 3 to boost their Intelligence, Pact with them, and she has a thrall that she can also buff later on. Probably dog, because dogs are both on the smart side for domestic animals, and more predictably loyal through thick and thin, and much less capricious. But other animals are also options.