I dont agree.It should imply that there are factors other than his actual strength involved in the decision making.
Turning a baseline mortal into something that could win an unrestricted white room fight with a serious combat wizard like that without it becoming noticeable is ridiculous.
This is apparently the Outsider specialty; hiding themselves and their power until its actually being used. Lord Raith's magic immunity which he apparently bargained for from Outsiders wasnt obvious either until Ebenezar tried to kill him. And of course I've mentioned Vittorio multiple times.
I find it quite plausible that such power can be hidden until its actually called up to be used.
IIRC, the RPG had at least one mortal character that was built like that.
We're talking about different things.There's being risk averse and then there's being too cowardly to make seriously advantageous plays. If it could have taken Mab that easily it would have.
The two cases we have data on are Leansidhe and Maeve. The former got hit by taking - then using - a contaminated artifact of significant power, and the latter was an emotional mess tempted into letting it in for the ability to break the rules imposed on her. That suggests that it can't just infect a sprite and have it tag a major fey to ride around.
Nemesis is really good at hiding, but there are limits on that and it's not playing in the little leagues. It's also not really that helpful, because there are almost no cases where buffs that extreme can be used without ruining the utility of an asset.
I wasnt talking about Nfesting Mab(as in, Im not sure its possible to Nfest that Queen), I was talking about killing her.
Disrupting Winter's chain of command and leaving them leaderless or with a newbie in the top job. Creating a further opening for Nemesis and its allies to act.
It declined to take the shot. Which makes me wonder.
It wasnt a ritual.One good trick doesn't make a viable combat build.
This might well have been a long-prepared ritual to be used in a specific time and place.
We would ignore it and kill him by Charm-based fiat.
And also,this was clearly something Whampir-flavored specific to Vittorio, not a generic power Nemesis-pawns get. He clearly used vampiric emotion-mastery as the basis for creating it, probably with Nemesis-boosted Lore.
Doesn't mean Justine could use it.
In fact it is an example of what DP said, with Nemesis giving power according to what the pawn already has, comparable to the Ring.
A great power or ritual, but based in Vittorio's own nature and skill with Presence and Dominate disciplines.
Like the lesser Walker giving Skavis with his pre-existing skill at Chimerstry the highest power of that discipline at the party, if you remember.
He had no expectation to fight an expeditionary force here, or have to deal with Dresden.
Lash was very specific that this was an Outsider attack, not a Whampire-flavored specific.
She even referred to having felt something like it before.
Then a look of almost childish resentment came over her face, and she looked over one shoulder before turning back to me. "I…" She shook her head and said, very softly, wonderingly, "She… doesn't deserve you."
Deserved or not, the fallen angel wasn't getting me. Not ever.
Lasciel squared her shoulders and straightened. "You're right," she said. "It is my choice. Listen to me." She leaned closer, her eyes intent. "Vittorio has been given power. That is how he can do this. He is possessed."
I wished I could have raised my eyebrows. Possessed by what?
"An Outsider," Lasciel said. "I have felt such a presence before. This attack is drawn directly from the mind of the Outsider."
Gosh, that was interesting. Not relevant, but interesting.
"It is relevant," Lasciel said, "because of the circumstances of your birth—because of why you were born, Harry. Your mother found the strength to escape Lord Raith for a reason."
What the hell was she talking about?
Thud-thump : 1:26.
"There was a complex confluence of events, of energies, of circumstances that would have given a child born under them the potential to wield power over Outsiders."
Which didn't make any sense. Outsiders were all but immune to magic. It took power garnered only from centuries of study and practice, wielded by the most powerful wizards on the planet, even to slow them down.
"Strange, then, don't you think, that you defeated one when you were sixteen years old?"
What? Since when? The only serious victory I'd had over a spiritual entity when I was that young had been when my old master had sent an assassin demon after me. It hadn't turned out the way DuMorne had been hoping.
Lasciel leaned closer. "He Who Walks Behind is an Outsider, Harry. A terrible creature, the most potent of the Walkers, a powerful knight among their ruling entities. But when he came for you, you overthrew him."
True. I had. It was all still a little blurry, but I remembered the end of the fight well enough. Lots and lots of kaboom, and then no more demon. And there was a burning building.
Thud-thump : 1:25.
"Listen," Lasciel said, giving my head a little shake. "You have the potential to hold great power over them. You may be able to escape the power now held over you. If you are sure it is what you want, I can give you an opportunity to defy Malvora's sending. But you'll have to hurry. I don't know how long it will take to throw it off, and they are almost upon you."
After which, we were going to have a long talk about my mother and these Outsiders and their relation to the Black Court and exactly what the hell was going on.
Lasciel—Lash, rather—nodded once and said, "I will tell you all that I can, Harry."
Then she rose and stepped past me and toward the oncoming ghouls and Vitto Malvora. Her clothes made a slow, soft rustle as she stepped away from me, and Marcone's stopwatch went thud —
Tick, tick, tick…
For just a second, no more than a heartbeat or two, I remained impaled on that horrible pike of psychic anguish. Then an odd sensation fell over me, and I don't know precisely how to describe it, except to say that it felt like stepping from brutal, burning sunlight into a sudden, deep shadow. Then that horrible pain eased—not much, but enough to let me suddenly move my arms and my head, enough to know that I could act.
So I froze in place.
Deserved or not, the fallen angel wasn't getting me. Not ever.
Lasciel squared her shoulders and straightened. "You're right," she said. "It is my choice. Listen to me." She leaned closer, her eyes intent. "Vittorio has been given power. That is how he can do this. He is possessed."
I wished I could have raised my eyebrows. Possessed by what?
"An Outsider," Lasciel said. "I have felt such a presence before. This attack is drawn directly from the mind of the Outsider."
Gosh, that was interesting. Not relevant, but interesting.
"It is relevant," Lasciel said, "because of the circumstances of your birth—because of why you were born, Harry. Your mother found the strength to escape Lord Raith for a reason."
What the hell was she talking about?
Thud-thump : 1:26.
"There was a complex confluence of events, of energies, of circumstances that would have given a child born under them the potential to wield power over Outsiders."
Which didn't make any sense. Outsiders were all but immune to magic. It took power garnered only from centuries of study and practice, wielded by the most powerful wizards on the planet, even to slow them down.
"Strange, then, don't you think, that you defeated one when you were sixteen years old?"
What? Since when? The only serious victory I'd had over a spiritual entity when I was that young had been when my old master had sent an assassin demon after me. It hadn't turned out the way DuMorne had been hoping.
Lasciel leaned closer. "He Who Walks Behind is an Outsider, Harry. A terrible creature, the most potent of the Walkers, a powerful knight among their ruling entities. But when he came for you, you overthrew him."
True. I had. It was all still a little blurry, but I remembered the end of the fight well enough. Lots and lots of kaboom, and then no more demon. And there was a burning building.
Thud-thump : 1:25.
"Listen," Lasciel said, giving my head a little shake. "You have the potential to hold great power over them. You may be able to escape the power now held over you. If you are sure it is what you want, I can give you an opportunity to defy Malvora's sending. But you'll have to hurry. I don't know how long it will take to throw it off, and they are almost upon you."
After which, we were going to have a long talk about my mother and these Outsiders and their relation to the Black Court and exactly what the hell was going on.
Lasciel—Lash, rather—nodded once and said, "I will tell you all that I can, Harry."
Then she rose and stepped past me and toward the oncoming ghouls and Vitto Malvora. Her clothes made a slow, soft rustle as she stepped away from me, and Marcone's stopwatch went thud —
Tick, tick, tick…
For just a second, no more than a heartbeat or two, I remained impaled on that horrible pike of psychic anguish. Then an odd sensation fell over me, and I don't know precisely how to describe it, except to say that it felt like stepping from brutal, burning sunlight into a sudden, deep shadow. Then that horrible pain eased—not much, but enough to let me suddenly move my arms and my head, enough to know that I could act.
So I froze in place.