Green Flame Rising (Exalted vs Dresden Files)
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Think of it this way:
Remember all the medical assistance dogs that exist IRL? Dogs that can detect oncoming seizures in epileptics, or high and low glucose levels in diabetics and respond accordingly? Thats the sort of application Medicine has here.
They dont necessarily treat, but they can diagnose and summon assistance as necessary.
When we actually do the lottery thing next month, thats going to be followed by a real world real estate buying spree.We're following an interesting pattern by accident here. Assuming we do something to the opposite side of the last station we'll have a significant supernatural real estate buying spree going. The poor intel weenies are going to drive themselves mad looking for some sort of plan.
At least in the Chicago area.
Cheaper than Boston, anyway.
COMMENTARY
*Looks up conkers*
Huh. TIL something new. The entire dog conversation was quite hilarious.
Getting them through airport security must have been a trip. Then again, spirits; good chance they simply assumed spirit form for most of the trip.
Lydia's household is growing. And with that logistic considerations.
I mean, spirit hounds and all, but still hounds who used to hunt and participate in the hunt; I suspect they appreciate most of the things mortal dogs do, from food and drink to accomodations out of the cold.
I think we probably need to buy Resources 5 for her to represent the ability to sustain that many additional people.
Sanctuary can probably provide magic collars that provide some benefit, whether its armor or nightvision.
But that probably happens offscreen; since we have clones who can go back to Sanctuary themselves, Pods or Sophia can probably handle that if Lydia wants it.
Maybe Lydia can repurchase the Companions charm to expand the number of hounds it applies to.
Instead of (Essence*2), the repurchase makes it (Essence*20), an increase of an order of magnitude. Might be something to consider; chunky investment since its a 5-dot charm IIRC, but worth it narratively to extend her blessings.
Though at that point the Erlking might drop by for a friendly chat
The Carpenter house is explicitly shielded against Denarian spying in canon.
This was stated during Skin Game by Odin during his meeting with Harry at Mac's bar, and they had to have Mab around to be sure of blocking Anduriel from spying through their shadows.
"Stop playing with that," Mab said. "The less attention you draw to it, the better."
I scowled and futzed with it a little more, just to show her that I could, but she was right. As things stood, it might be seen as a simple fashion statement. If Nicodemus realized that by taking the earring away, he could all but incapacitate me, things could go downhill rapidly once we finally came to grips.
So I dropped my hands and schooled myself mentally the rest of the way to the meeting, focusing on accepting the new sensation and dismissing it from my thoughts entirely.
I started playing with it again as the limo stopped, and Mab sighed.
McAnally's pub is the best of the watering holes in Chicago that serve the supernatural community. It's a basement bar, like Cheers, but there the resemblance ends. It's all decorated in stained and polished wood, with clunky electric ceiling fans from the thirties whirling lazily overhead. The ceiling isn't very high, so they whirl away just a few inches over my head, and I remind myself not to do the bunny hop every time I come through the door.
Normally, Mac's does a brisk trade, but today there was a sign on the door that read: CLOSED FOR PRIVATE PARTY. A second sign hung inside the door, a wooden one, into which the words ACCORDED NEUTRAL TERRITORY had been neatly burned. It meant that the establishment was officially neutral ground under the guidelines of the Unseelie Accords, what amounted to the Geneva Convention of the supernatural world. Mab had written the Accords, and their signatories defied them at peril of the antipathy of the supernatural establishment and, worse, her personal displeasure.
One corner of the sign was scorched and cracked, which had happened in a battle with Outsiders, who weren't very civic-minded.
Mac, bald, lean, and silent, stood behind the bar in his usual crisp white shirt and spotless apron. When Mab entered, he put down the rag he was using to polish the wooden bar, and bowed at the waist, somehow giving the gesture an accent of courtesy rather than obeisance.
"Barkeep," Mab replied, and inclined her head considerably more deeply than she had to Nicodemus a few minutes before. "May your patrons be prosperous and honest."
Mac, as a rule, rarely uttered multi-syllables. Today, he said, "May your scales always return to balance."
Her mouth quirked at the corner and she said, "Flatterer."
He smiled and nodded to me. "Harry."
"Mac. I haven't had good food in months. Though, uh, I'm a little short on funds. I will gladly pay you Tuesday for a sandwich and a beer today."
He nodded.
"Thanks."
Mab turned to the table nearest the door and gave me a look. It took me a beat to realize what she wanted, and to pull out a chair for her. She sniffed and sat down, folded her hands in her lap, and stared at nothing in particular, dismissing the rest of us from her world as thoroughly as if she had entered a locked room.
My contact was waiting for me at a table in the back corner, and I walked over to join him. He was a big man by every definition of the word, tall and strong and solid, with a barrel for a chest and a smaller keg of a belly to go with it. His hair and beard were white and silver, though the rosy smoothness of his cheeks belied any indication of old age, and his eyes were blue and bright. He wore a chain-mail shirt and hunting leathers, and a long, hooded red coat trimmed in white fur hung from the back of the chair beside him. A simple, worn-looking broadsword hung at his side, and a large, lumpy leather sack sat on the floor beside him, as natural there as a mail carrier with his bag.
"Sir Knight," he said.
"You're here as Kringle, seriously?" I asked him.
Kringle winked at me. "The Winter Knight called for me in his official capacity as an agent of the Winter Court. Mab has the right to summon Kringle. If she'd called for Vadderung, I'd have told her to get in line."
Donar Vadderung was the name of the CEO of Monoc Securities, a corporate security interest that provided information and highly skilled specialists to those with a great deal of money. Vadderung had access to more information than anyone I knew, except maybe the Senior Council of the White Council of Wizardry-only he was a hell of a lot smarter about using it. He was also, I was reasonably certain, Odin. The Odin. Or if he wasn't, he could do an awfully good impersonation. Oh, and also, he was Santa Claus.
Vadderung is a complicated guy.
"But you and Kringle are the same person," I said.
"Legally speaking, Kringle and Vadderung are two entirely different people who simply happen to reside in the same body," he replied.
"That's just a fiction," I said, "a little game of protocol."
"Little games of protocol are how one shows respect, especially to those with whom one does not get along famously well. It can be tedious, but generally is less trouble than a duel would be."
Mac set a couple of his homebrewed beers down on the bar. I rounded them up and returned to the table, putting both bottles out in the middle. Kringle chose one, nodded to the chair across from him, and I sat.
"To start with, I'm going to assume you know everything I do," I said.
His eyes wrinkled at the corners as he took a drink. "That seems wise."
I nodded and sipped my own. Wow. Mac's beer is an excellent argument that there is a God, and that furthermore, He wants us to be happy. I savored it for a couple of seconds and then wrenched my mind back to business. "I want to float some thoughts at you and see if you think they're sound."
"By all means."
"First," I said, "Nicodemus is after something powerful. I don't know what it is, but I do know that if I can get him to tell us what he's after, it's going to be a lie. He'd never let anyone know his true goal if he could help it."
"I concur," Kringle said.
I nodded. "He'll assemble a crew. Some of them will be his people, and some of them will be outside specialists, but I'm pretty sure at least one of them is going to be a plant-they'll look all independent but they'll have one of those Coins on them and one of the Fallen whispering in their ears."
"I would consider that a high probability," Kringle said.
"Third," I said, "he's going to betray me at some point along the line. He's proactive, and obsessed with control, so he'll be the one who wants to stick the knife in first. He knows the limits Mab has placed on me, so he'll want to do it after I've gotten him to wherever he wants to go, but before we finish the job, to guarantee him the first blow."
"Also sound reasoning," Kringle said.
"Dammit," I said. "I had hoped I was wrong about something. If I'm to follow Mab's rules, my options are limited."
Kringle's eyes went to the slender figure at the table by the door. "May I offer you a word of advice, based purely upon my knowledge of the Queen's nature?"
"Sure."
"Mab moves in mysterious ways," he said, looking back at me with a grin. "Nasty, unexpected, devious, patient, and mysterious ways. I don't think she'd throw away a piece as valuable as you on a lost cause. Look for an opening, a weakness. It will be there."
"Have you seen this guy in action?" I asked. "Nicodemus Archleone is. . He's better than me. Smart, dangerous, ruthless, and experienced. All by himself, he'd be bad enough. I've never even seen him go to his bench. All the other Denarians whip out their Fallen buddies left and right, but Nicodemus, as far as I can tell, mostly uses his to chauffeur him around. I've got no idea what Anduriel can do, because Nick has never had to fall back on him."
"Perhaps that's because Nicodemus understands just as well as you do where true power comes from," Kringle said.
I arched an eyebrow at that. "Knowledge," I said. I thought about it, putting pieces together. "Wait. You're telling me that he doesn't use Anduriel in fights because Anduriel isn't a fighter."
"Any of the Fallen are absolutely deadly in battle," Kringle said severely, "even hampered as they are. But the Master of Shadows doesn't prefer to operate that way, no."
Nicodemus's control over the gang of superpowered lunatics was starting to make more sense now. "Master of Shadows. That's an old, old phrase for a spy master."
"Exactly," Kringle said. "Nicodemus knows very nearly as much as I do. Anduriel has the potential to hear anything uttered within reach of any living being's shadow, and sometimes to look out from it and see."
My eyes widened and I looked down at my own shadow on the table.
"No," Kringle said. "That's why Mab remains here, to secure this conversation against Anduriel. But you must exercise extreme discretion for the duration of this scenario. There are places Anduriel cannot reach-your friend Carpenter's home, for example, or your island, now that you have awakened it. And the Fallen must know to pay attention to a given shadow, or else it's all just a haze of background noise-but you can safely assume that Anduriel will be listening very carefully to your shadow during this entire operation. Anything you say, Nicodemus will know. Even writing something down could be compromised."
"Hell's bells," I said. If that was the case, communicating with my friends would just get them set up for a trap. Man, no wonder Nicodemus was always a few steps ahead of everyone else. "I'm. . going to have to play the cards really damned close to my chest, then."
I scowled and futzed with it a little more, just to show her that I could, but she was right. As things stood, it might be seen as a simple fashion statement. If Nicodemus realized that by taking the earring away, he could all but incapacitate me, things could go downhill rapidly once we finally came to grips.
So I dropped my hands and schooled myself mentally the rest of the way to the meeting, focusing on accepting the new sensation and dismissing it from my thoughts entirely.
I started playing with it again as the limo stopped, and Mab sighed.
McAnally's pub is the best of the watering holes in Chicago that serve the supernatural community. It's a basement bar, like Cheers, but there the resemblance ends. It's all decorated in stained and polished wood, with clunky electric ceiling fans from the thirties whirling lazily overhead. The ceiling isn't very high, so they whirl away just a few inches over my head, and I remind myself not to do the bunny hop every time I come through the door.
Normally, Mac's does a brisk trade, but today there was a sign on the door that read: CLOSED FOR PRIVATE PARTY. A second sign hung inside the door, a wooden one, into which the words ACCORDED NEUTRAL TERRITORY had been neatly burned. It meant that the establishment was officially neutral ground under the guidelines of the Unseelie Accords, what amounted to the Geneva Convention of the supernatural world. Mab had written the Accords, and their signatories defied them at peril of the antipathy of the supernatural establishment and, worse, her personal displeasure.
One corner of the sign was scorched and cracked, which had happened in a battle with Outsiders, who weren't very civic-minded.
Mac, bald, lean, and silent, stood behind the bar in his usual crisp white shirt and spotless apron. When Mab entered, he put down the rag he was using to polish the wooden bar, and bowed at the waist, somehow giving the gesture an accent of courtesy rather than obeisance.
"Barkeep," Mab replied, and inclined her head considerably more deeply than she had to Nicodemus a few minutes before. "May your patrons be prosperous and honest."
Mac, as a rule, rarely uttered multi-syllables. Today, he said, "May your scales always return to balance."
Her mouth quirked at the corner and she said, "Flatterer."
He smiled and nodded to me. "Harry."
"Mac. I haven't had good food in months. Though, uh, I'm a little short on funds. I will gladly pay you Tuesday for a sandwich and a beer today."
He nodded.
"Thanks."
Mab turned to the table nearest the door and gave me a look. It took me a beat to realize what she wanted, and to pull out a chair for her. She sniffed and sat down, folded her hands in her lap, and stared at nothing in particular, dismissing the rest of us from her world as thoroughly as if she had entered a locked room.
My contact was waiting for me at a table in the back corner, and I walked over to join him. He was a big man by every definition of the word, tall and strong and solid, with a barrel for a chest and a smaller keg of a belly to go with it. His hair and beard were white and silver, though the rosy smoothness of his cheeks belied any indication of old age, and his eyes were blue and bright. He wore a chain-mail shirt and hunting leathers, and a long, hooded red coat trimmed in white fur hung from the back of the chair beside him. A simple, worn-looking broadsword hung at his side, and a large, lumpy leather sack sat on the floor beside him, as natural there as a mail carrier with his bag.
"Sir Knight," he said.
"You're here as Kringle, seriously?" I asked him.
Kringle winked at me. "The Winter Knight called for me in his official capacity as an agent of the Winter Court. Mab has the right to summon Kringle. If she'd called for Vadderung, I'd have told her to get in line."
Donar Vadderung was the name of the CEO of Monoc Securities, a corporate security interest that provided information and highly skilled specialists to those with a great deal of money. Vadderung had access to more information than anyone I knew, except maybe the Senior Council of the White Council of Wizardry-only he was a hell of a lot smarter about using it. He was also, I was reasonably certain, Odin. The Odin. Or if he wasn't, he could do an awfully good impersonation. Oh, and also, he was Santa Claus.
Vadderung is a complicated guy.
"But you and Kringle are the same person," I said.
"Legally speaking, Kringle and Vadderung are two entirely different people who simply happen to reside in the same body," he replied.
"That's just a fiction," I said, "a little game of protocol."
"Little games of protocol are how one shows respect, especially to those with whom one does not get along famously well. It can be tedious, but generally is less trouble than a duel would be."
Mac set a couple of his homebrewed beers down on the bar. I rounded them up and returned to the table, putting both bottles out in the middle. Kringle chose one, nodded to the chair across from him, and I sat.
"To start with, I'm going to assume you know everything I do," I said.
His eyes wrinkled at the corners as he took a drink. "That seems wise."
I nodded and sipped my own. Wow. Mac's beer is an excellent argument that there is a God, and that furthermore, He wants us to be happy. I savored it for a couple of seconds and then wrenched my mind back to business. "I want to float some thoughts at you and see if you think they're sound."
"By all means."
"First," I said, "Nicodemus is after something powerful. I don't know what it is, but I do know that if I can get him to tell us what he's after, it's going to be a lie. He'd never let anyone know his true goal if he could help it."
"I concur," Kringle said.
I nodded. "He'll assemble a crew. Some of them will be his people, and some of them will be outside specialists, but I'm pretty sure at least one of them is going to be a plant-they'll look all independent but they'll have one of those Coins on them and one of the Fallen whispering in their ears."
"I would consider that a high probability," Kringle said.
"Third," I said, "he's going to betray me at some point along the line. He's proactive, and obsessed with control, so he'll be the one who wants to stick the knife in first. He knows the limits Mab has placed on me, so he'll want to do it after I've gotten him to wherever he wants to go, but before we finish the job, to guarantee him the first blow."
"Also sound reasoning," Kringle said.
"Dammit," I said. "I had hoped I was wrong about something. If I'm to follow Mab's rules, my options are limited."
Kringle's eyes went to the slender figure at the table by the door. "May I offer you a word of advice, based purely upon my knowledge of the Queen's nature?"
"Sure."
"Mab moves in mysterious ways," he said, looking back at me with a grin. "Nasty, unexpected, devious, patient, and mysterious ways. I don't think she'd throw away a piece as valuable as you on a lost cause. Look for an opening, a weakness. It will be there."
"Have you seen this guy in action?" I asked. "Nicodemus Archleone is. . He's better than me. Smart, dangerous, ruthless, and experienced. All by himself, he'd be bad enough. I've never even seen him go to his bench. All the other Denarians whip out their Fallen buddies left and right, but Nicodemus, as far as I can tell, mostly uses his to chauffeur him around. I've got no idea what Anduriel can do, because Nick has never had to fall back on him."
"Perhaps that's because Nicodemus understands just as well as you do where true power comes from," Kringle said.
I arched an eyebrow at that. "Knowledge," I said. I thought about it, putting pieces together. "Wait. You're telling me that he doesn't use Anduriel in fights because Anduriel isn't a fighter."
"Any of the Fallen are absolutely deadly in battle," Kringle said severely, "even hampered as they are. But the Master of Shadows doesn't prefer to operate that way, no."
Nicodemus's control over the gang of superpowered lunatics was starting to make more sense now. "Master of Shadows. That's an old, old phrase for a spy master."
"Exactly," Kringle said. "Nicodemus knows very nearly as much as I do. Anduriel has the potential to hear anything uttered within reach of any living being's shadow, and sometimes to look out from it and see."
My eyes widened and I looked down at my own shadow on the table.
"No," Kringle said. "That's why Mab remains here, to secure this conversation against Anduriel. But you must exercise extreme discretion for the duration of this scenario. There are places Anduriel cannot reach-your friend Carpenter's home, for example, or your island, now that you have awakened it. And the Fallen must know to pay attention to a given shadow, or else it's all just a haze of background noise-but you can safely assume that Anduriel will be listening very carefully to your shadow during this entire operation. Anything you say, Nicodemus will know. Even writing something down could be compromised."
"Hell's bells," I said. If that was the case, communicating with my friends would just get them set up for a trap. Man, no wonder Nicodemus was always a few steps ahead of everyone else. "I'm. . going to have to play the cards really damned close to my chest, then."
And became even more interesting after we incarnated Tiffany.
Basically, there's a good chance that none of this is a secret to the Denarians, and hasnt been ever since we talked about it in the open back on the island.
People arent really paying the Denarians the respect that they should as a threat.
Molly is going to need to learn the Ancient Sorcery spell for creating a warded room, and figure out how to make it permanent in order to make a briefing room/conference room in Last Station.
I think I made my objections to this entire thing clear; its a spectacularly bad plan thats predicated on a bunch of false assumptions about the relative balance of power between us and them.
My only consolation is that I doubt that we are going to move before the Denarians do.
The secrets of the creation of the first Nephilim since the Flood are likely to be way more of a pressing concern to the Fallen than most other things. I doubt Tiffany is going to go six months before a Denarian hit team comes knocking.
- Location
- Germany
We explicitly used a Crown Question if someone was listening in.
So far, we are in the clear.
*checks again*
So we did.
Probably doesnt prevent anyone doing postcog scrying in the future though.
The Denarians are Knight of the Cross business always. If its a major operation involving the Denarians, you'll see the Knights.
The more Denarians, or the bigger the operation, the more Knights show up.
And Harry lives with Tiffany. He's going to be dragged in regardless.
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[X]Goldfish
- Location
- Germany
That sounds a lot harder than just scrying though.
They'd at least have to get into the fortress in the spirit-world and then try some postcognition on hostile ground.
And for that they'd have to know that there's something relevant happening at that time and place.
Like, I can see it if Nick really tries to find out everything he can about us, but even then a short trip to Wales would probably have lower priority than investigating our hometown, Boston, and what we did in the Wicked City.
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- She/Her
[x] Plan All the People
-[x] Your parents: Dad would probably want to know what you are conspiring against the Denarians, though he might not see the proposed methods in the best light
-[X] Amoracchius who was Excalibur. They might not answer, but they will listen.
-[x] Harry: It's likely Tiffany when she gets back from teaching English and modern culture, but you have no idea what
-[x] Thomas: It would probably be wise to let your treasurer know that you've collected a trio of Arthurian knights before they walk into his coffee shop.
…Molly doesn't really have a lot of Allies worth trusting enough to tell things too outside of her circle does she?
-[x] Your parents: Dad would probably want to know what you are conspiring against the Denarians, though he might not see the proposed methods in the best light
-[X] Amoracchius who was Excalibur. They might not answer, but they will listen.
-[x] Harry: It's likely Tiffany when she gets back from teaching English and modern culture, but you have no idea what
-[x] Thomas: It would probably be wise to let your treasurer know that you've collected a trio of Arthurian knights before they walk into his coffee shop.
…Molly doesn't really have a lot of Allies worth trusting enough to tell things too outside of her circle does she?
Oh, I dont think its easy. Your circus fortuneteller aint doing this.
I do think its squarely in the purview of the kind of people we are trying to fuck with.
I mean, the first time saw Nicodemus in the series, he had just fucked with a divine prophecy that was directed to the Knights of the Cross, managing to truncate its length.
These guys are Serious Business.
Oh yeah, no doubt about that, keep in mind though Molly and Co are also serious business. Infernals are naturally outside of fate, but all Essence flexes against the dictates of destiny and the proclamations of seers. It isn't the focus in EXvsWoD because this is more the Mages' thematic wheelhouse but Exalted itself makes it clear that you can never be sure what will happen when even the least of the Exalted are involved. When you get an experienced Celestial, three Terestrials together with one of the Fallen's own unwinning progeny... probability starts to get a headache.
Good night guys.
Three Terrestrials? Lydia is one, so which of the three knights isn't?
No doubt.
However, making something possible is not the same thing as making it likely.
To be clear, I consider a competent Denarian to be, on their own, the ultimate boss of an arc. If its not a meathead like Magog who deliberately enjoys as the barbarian member of a murder-hobo party, any Denarian that has had one Fallen riding the same human for a couple decades denotes a partnership that is more than the sum of its parts.
And the Fallen themselves can be devastating without taking direct action.
It took Lasciel seven words to make Dresden commit suicide.
The Knights themselves are clear about trying to arrange 3:1 matchups whenever they can, even with the Swords to level the playing field. Taking up Lasciel's Coin would have, on its own, allowed Dresden to contest the Red Court. This is Word of Butcher, from when he said the options in Changes for Harry was
- Winter Knight and aid from Mab
- Lasciel's Coin
- The Darkhallow
Nicky and Tessa are fucking terrifying. Both are around two thousand years old, Tessa is a sorcerer scary enough to get the Archive's respect, and Nicky is considered potent enough that Winter had him command the defenses at the Outer Gates back when Mab had just taken over as Winter Queen and was still scrambling to catch up.
AND Nicky has an always-on perfect defense.
Literally cannot die while he carries his hangnoose artifact, unless you know precisely what its loophole is and how to exploit it.
So when people propose luring every active Denarian out, and bringing both these guys into the city with every Denarian they can lay their hands on PLUS the backup they can get their hands on with privileged access to Hell's legions of demons and the small nation of disciples they have on call?
Im very much of the opinion that they dont really know what they ask.
I don't think it's a great idea either, but we're committed now and need to take the best shot we can at it.
To my mind that means Serious Business fortifications. At least one Splendor based defense system, some purpose built hard counter Arcana + prodigies for specific combat builds they like to use, and an actual army drawn from the FCF.
If they win I want to make them work for it, and have the clean up for whatever we inflict on them be a bitch and a half to work through.
Maybe three denarians ever meet this definition in the course of the series. Which is why Dresden ever stood a chance against groups of them.
Out of paradigm effect. Nicodemus can't die and has enhanced healing, he can be injured. We see Dresden exploit this property several times across the series. This matters because if Molly fills him with nuclear hate fire or cuts off limbs it will incapacitate him where a perfect defense would deny those wounds outright.
This is a really hard fight we shouldn't have picked yet, and may well lose even with everything, but we should keep a clear view of our opponents and what they can do without allowing the white god to pass out buffs to a murderously upset Solaroid.
- Location
- Near Water
Is the hound vote finished?
Like you said, we're committed. I was pushing for Porter's train-body-golem specifically because I expected the Denarians to show up for Tiffany, and a defended fallback bunker with roided up defenses and defenders seemed a good idea. We'll also need a bunch of safehouses across the city with house gods defending the grounds to slow down any attackers.
Its not gonna stop Nicky et al simply snatching hostages off the streets, but its good to have options.
This is still gonna suck. Against an Enemy that knows very well what an Exalt is, what the various categories of Exalts are, what a Celestial Exalt is capable of, and what an Infernal's weaknesses are. Better than Molly does. Probably better than the Fae Courts do, for that matter.
My only consolation is that we arent likely to get an opportunity to put that plan into motion, since the Denarians are likely to come for Tiffany well before that.
Because if we managed to bait the entire Denarian Order into coming after us for something we have, we'd just die.
We get to resurrect because SGI, but we'd die, and our friends dont get a 1-UP.
Nah.
Dresden has generally been carried by other people in Denarian fights, up to Skin Game.
His general MO for survival has been to run. Hard.
The only time he faced Ursiel-Rasmussen, all three Knights were there to save him.
The only time he faced Sariel-Quintus Cassius, both Michael and Sanya were there to carry him.
When he faced Deirdre, the first time she just left after she got what she thought she wanted. The other times, he's been bailed out by other people blindsiding her, first Susan going full dhampir, then Sanya IIRC.
Even with Magog the dumb brute, he was bailed out by Eldest Gruff one-shotting Magog's then host.
When he faced Ursiel-Blood on his Soul, he had a half-naagloshii there to tank and pull aggro, and survived because Ursiel got smashed by a building-sized block of magic ice while chasing him through the Greek underworld.
Ursiel-Blood on his Soul still walked away. Somehow.
Even with protagonist privilege, he's defeated three Denarians ever solo. Four if you count the ambush on Urumviel
First was Imariel-Tessa, who he twice killed/incapacitated in Small Favor, the first time with Gard's help while Tessa was jobbing, and the second with what appears to be a soulfire-infused firebeam sucker punch.
Both times she walked away.
The second was Anduriel-Nicodemus, who he ambushed and strangled while carrying a Sword to prevent Anduriel from interfering. He chucked him into Lake Michigan after a minute or so.
Nicodemus walked away.
Third was Lasciel-Hannah Ascher, who he dropped several hundred tons of flaming rock on in Hades.
She walked away as well.
There's a theme there.
Urumviel is the one kill I remember he actually got, and he managed that by shoving Urumviel into the Elder Sign at the Aquarium while it was being personally powered by Lucifer.
While he was in mid-air.
Can be injured, but dude generally ignores handgun fire, and heals faster than a Lunar from the IC equivalent of agg damage.
In Death Masks, I dont know what Marcone is using in his AK, but he's described as almost cutting him in half, and then he falls off a moving train under the tracks. He's back and whole in less than thirty seconds.
Flying.
Before that, Dresden puts him through a wall at the hotel with a full-strength fire blast, and he also walks that off.
In Small Favor, Dresden does the same thing at the Aquarium, and Nicky walks it off as well.
Hitting him with nuclear hate fire is kinda the minimum to get him to take us seriously, but his shadow is not affected by any physical damage, and Anduriel is both able and willing to act independently, as well as in concert with Nicky. I wouldnt want to get in a solo fight with Nicky before the E4 Signature Charm, and even then I'd be happy to simply pull off a draw.
Just as an incomplete reference for planners, here's a respect thread for Denarians, with an incomplete list of feats as of Skin Game
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There's a kakuri charm that prevents healing for an extended duration of time. Charms can be contested and broken, yes, but it's not easy or free. Making someone who relies on rapid healing to regret their immortality is quite possible.
Possible, sure. But not at this level.
You would be contesting a Fallen angel on its own home territory. Or in Nicodemus case, a capital-letter Artifact.
I dont expect it to work, just like Nicodemus trying to kill Molly with the Barabbus Curse would run into the <Shaping: No> clause of EIPP and fail automatically.
My opinion.
BoredMan
Maintaining the Agenda is our top priority
I think the plan should be more descriptive to specify the Denarian info from the Arthurian Knight's but IC Molly shouldn't be telling anyone other than Micheal of the Denarian plan since he's the only one who literally has to be informed.
[x] Plan All the People
[x] Plan All the People
BoredMan
Maintaining the Agenda is our top priority
Yes. The currently active vote is always at the end of the most recent chapter, unless it's an interlude.
@DragonParadox Errors.
There's a space before the last question mark.
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Fixed, thanks.
