[X] Tell our parents and Harry
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It's definitely going to suck, but with the turning of the ages a lot has changed for everyone. I suspect they won't be able to just plan a perfect counter for us, though basics like a mote tap campaign are a given.
The Denarians are scary, but it's worth remembering that they ultimately fail at everything we see them go for on screen in the DF.
The Denarians have three serious members who keep the others moving in some sort of cohesive way, which they barely manage. Harry might have had a lot of help, but he was still in the room and played key roles in screwing them over. Harry's poker face was a key part of the entire sting operation in Hades.
Guns don't do the right sort of damage for this. Remember the scene where Harry goes for the noose and almost kills Nicodemus? He only got that far because he hit the guy with lots of force magic to break his bones first.
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We definitely want to raise Lydia's brawl a bit.
It's unlikely that she can just kill him like that, but it's something he has to actively defend against, so it's worth grappling and choking.
That's actually a good tactic against him and she might be able to pull off the kill that way if we can keep Anduriel off her back.
Mechanically I'd model the noose as giving a regen rate of his current wounded penalty in HP every other turn with an automatic reset if you ever actually "kill" him with damage. This reflects how he seems to walk off more serious injuries faster and directly lethal stuff immediately, but can be delayed for slightly longer by debilitating injuries that wouldn't actually kill a mortal.
Not sure how DP will do it, but in absence of exact information it's the model that fits best as far as I can see.
The key to fighting him that we see from Dresden's confrontations with him is to beat him up without trying to kill him via direct violence and then exploit his recovery time to pull the noose.
Arc 13 Post 22: Of Kin and Counsel
Of Kin and Counsel
6th of February 2007 A.D.
Mom and Dad do a double take when you walk into the house, it takes you a moment to realize why they are looking at your clothes like that: There had been other Mollies around doing their own thing, one of them was teaching werewolves magic, another going to school and yet a third one working on the foundations of Porter's body. You do not break the news right away, digging into the broccoli and cheese... "Did you lot do something to upset Mom while I was away?" you ask jokingly, getting very strenuous shaking of the head from Hank and a sarcastic hair flip from Hope. She's getting better at that.
"Maybe it's just because she had so many more mouths to feed," Leech offers, loudly. "Getting used to being a big sister is one thing, but getting used to having another big sister that's a bit much even for you Molly. Mom won't even let me do that big robot build until the summer and you get to star in your own production of Seeing Double."
"They are not all..." you look at Dad. "I told them not to all pile in at home."
"They are you sweetheart, as you reminded us and you like your mom's cooking," he points out.
Oh for the love of... They are probably all very distinctly staying away because they know you'd be here and they're pretending to follow your advice. A rotation, you're going to need to set up a rotation.
"So how was Wales... d'you see any whales?" Hope interrupts with a giggle.
You give her a suspicious look. Is she getting clever already? There is nothing quite as dangerous as a cute clever kind, you'd know since you'd been one.
"No whales, Lydia did get a bunch of talking dogs, they were her father's retainers, do you know what that is?"
"Is that a knights and castles thing? Is Lydia a princess?"
Thinking back to the ruined somber tower you nod absently... That was probably not the best idea. The rest of the meal is spent explaining just what Lydia is a princess of without upsetting anyone too much with talk of death and spirits. Leech probably gets it, but then she's old enough. You knew what a ghost was at twelve you're pretty sure.
After dinner there's a baseball game playing in the background, someone is up or down six balls or something. Baseball was never your thing and you have a chance to talk to your parents in private. "There's one part I haven't told you about yet because I'm not really comfortable saying it, like into the air... so I'm going to call Pursuer of Diligent Scholarship so she can share the thought."
It's not that they do not look concerned at the thought, it's just that for the first time since you've been delivering news like this you don't think they look as concerned as the news deserves. Then again this is the first time telling them of apple carts you are planning to tip over instead of handing them each a tall glass of complementary apple juice.
Pods shows up looking like the Goth-punk interpretation of a Catholic school-girl, the kind of blouse and skirt you always kind of wanted to wear to school, but did not want to be called a poser over. She listens to what you have to say, thinks about it. "Darn, that's an easier choice than it sounds like it should have been..."
"I know!" You exclaim, though before you can say more on the matter Dad gives you a look and Mom says 'girls' in that tone which admittedly is better than being called by your full name, so another advantage of there being more of you. "The story of how Lydia got her hounds stars with the death of Arthur and the desperation of his knights..." It takes about half an hour to explain the ins and outs of the whole sorry tale as well as what you had guessed about the nature of the knights, their power, their oaths and Tiffany's plan, or rather the start of it.
"Molly," you hear Dad echoing through your other self's mindscape a weight of sinking worry to it. "Tiffany is an aspect of Lasciel right? Wouldn't Lasciel be able to guess the plan if given the pieces? We can assume she knows something of the Shroud, more than any of us would like, she knows what she gave of herself to Tiffany in order to snare Harry. Once she learns that the knights are abroad in the world it's not much of a guess what they would want."
What do you reply?
[] We should keep the final piece hidden then, don't speak their names or anything of their history until it is too late for the Denarians to do anything but act
[] You think he's missing something, this daring plan, wagering to knock Nocedemus out of the game, it isn't a Lasciel move at all. It's the kind of plan Harry Dresden might come up with. The Shadow of a Fallen Tiffany may have been, but she was cast upon a mortal soul
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OOC: So I was looking at the charm list and it turns out you guys did not buy the charm that requires you to design another shintai (Unbound Eschaton Shintai) so I had to scrap the dream sequence I was considering. Have the Michael scene of him worrying about what he considers the most dangerous thing about the Fallen, not their powers but their intelect.
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When we design our next Shintai my vote, no matter what, goes to looking like a giant dragon. We didn't get our Kaiju form because many were afraid of the space limitations in the fights but our next one should be our giant "fuck everything in this area".
Dragon because they're cool, to continue that joke about Charity actually being a Dragon that Michael married, and since Yog and I want to create the next Air Dragon in the future, I'd like to have something more to relate to with him.
[X] You think he's missing something, this daring plan, wagering to knock Nocedemus out of the game, it isn't a Lasciel move at all. It's the kind of plan Harry Dresden might come up with. The Shadow of a Fallen Tiffany may have been, but she was cast upon a mortal soul
Dragon because they're cool, to continue that joke about Charity actually being a Dragon that Michael married, and since Yog and I want to create the next Air Dragon in the future, I'd like to have something more to relate to with him.
[X] You think he's missing something, this daring plan, wagering to knock Nocedemus out of the game, it isn't a Lasciel move at all. It's the kind of plan Harry Dresden might come up with. The Shadow of a Fallen Tiffany may have been, but she was cast upon a mortal soul
[X] You think he's missing something, this daring plan, wagering to knock Nocedemus out of the game, it isn't a Lasciel move at all. It's the kind of plan Harry Dresden might come up with. The Shadow of a Fallen Tiffany may have been, but she was cast upon a mortal soul
Modus_Tollens
SCREAMING AT THE APOCALYPSE
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When dealing with the Denarian part of it is going to be doing exactly what Lasciel expects... and then the most obvious counter to that. And then having a secondary plan Lash is in no way a part of deciding running concurrently. Ideally a David Xanatos plan that lets us win even if we lose.
We are in what is classically the position of a villain: A cultist moving to awaken a long dormant power that shall shake the order of the world, something that demands a preemptive response. I actually imagine that Little Nicky is going to have to do what is traditionally a heroic move of gathering allies to stop this rising threat. Even if they aren't HIS allies, as long as he can chuck them at the problem and pull out a win.
And, admittedly, there are a LOT of things that would prefer to never see Arthur again.
We are in what is classically the position of a villain: A cultist moving to awaken a long dormant power that shall shake the order of the world, something that demands a preemptive response. I actually imagine that Little Nicky is going to have to do what is traditionally a heroic move of gathering allies to stop this rising threat. Even if they aren't HIS allies, as long as he can chuck them at the problem and pull out a win.
And, admittedly, there are a LOT of things that would prefer to never see Arthur again.
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[X] He is too used to enemy having information supremacy. Create layers of obfuscation regarding the identities of the knights, their goals, and their means, such as the possibility of them going after other divine artifacts, and use the Crown to gain insight into what the enemy knows of your plans
We have the Crown of Eyes. We can read their minds. Without them noticining in most cases. Leverage that.
We have the Crown of Eyes. We can read their minds. Without them noticining in most cases. Leverage that.
BoredMan
Maintaining the Agenda is our top priority
Id much rather something more unique and Queen Infernal Goddess Molly themed than a boring stereotypical Dragon.
@DragonParadox Errors.
Missing "here" after "you'd be".
Missing "was" after "how".
Thats not accurate.
The Denarian plots we've seen have always been structured that even when they miss out on their main goal, they always have a secondary goal they pull off.
In Death Masks, the magic epidemic plot fails, but they kill Shiro, reducing the current active Knights by a third.
AND they get Lash/Lasciel into Harry Dresden's head.
In Small Favor, they fail at recruiting the Archive and lose a lot of veteran Denarians.
But they cripple Michael, taking him off the roster, and leaving Sanya as the sole active Knight worldwide.
They also retrieve every Coin that is in Knight hands at the time, and they get a Coin into Marcone's hands.
In Skin Game, Nicodemus loses a significant amount of cred and reputation, sacrifices his daughter, and brought back Fidelacchius into the active roster.
He still gets his hands on the Holy Grail, his primary professed goal, broke a Sword, disabled/disqualified a Knight candidate.
And he loses neither the Genoskwa nor Lasciel!Hannah.
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Viewpoint bias.
The Denarians come to Chicago roughly once every five years or so in the books; we know fuckall of what they are about most of the rest of the time.
No, you are misremembering.
Dresden has put his hands on the Noose twice:
- At the climax of Death Masks, when Nicky begins to choke Dresden from behind, allowing Dresden to panic and grab the noose
- At the climax of Small Favor, when Nicky commands Lash to paralyze Harry without knowing that Lash had died during White Knight, which allows Dresden to fake paralysis until Nicky is within arms reach. And then, he had Fidelacchius, which prevented Anduriel's Shadow from acting against him.
He shoved it against Michael's breastplate and pulled the trigger. Repeatedly. Light and thunder made even the rushing train sound quiet.
Michael fell and did not move.
The light of the two swords went out.
I shouted, "No!" I raised my gun and started shooting again. Marcone joined me.
We didn't do too badly considering we were standing on a moving train and all. But Nicodemus didn't seem to care. He walked toward us through the bullets, jerking and twitching occasionally. He casually kicked the two swords over the side of the train.
I ran dry on bullets, and Nicodemus took the gun from my hand with a stroke of his sword. It hit the top of the boxcar once, then bounced off and into the night. The train thundered down a long, shallow grade toward a bridge. Demon-girl Deirdre leapt over to her father's side on all fours, her face distorted in glee. Tendrils of her hair ran lovingly over Michael's unmoving form.
I drew up my unfocused shield into a regular barrier before me, and said, "Don't even bother offering me a coin."
"I hadn't planned on it," Nicodemus said. "You don't seem like a team player to me." He looked past me and said. "But I've heard about you, Marcone. Are you interested in a job?"
"I was just going to ask you the same thing," Marcone said.
Nicodemus smiled and said, "Bravo, sir. I understand. I'm obliged to kill you, but I understand."
I traded a look with Marcone. I flicked my eyes at the upcoming bridge. He took a deep breath and nodded.
Nicodemus lifted the gun and aimed for my head. His shadow suddenly swept forward, under and around my shield, seizing my left hand. It ripped at my arm hard, pulling me off balance.
Marcone was ready. He let one of his empty guns fall and produced a knife from somewhere on his person. He flicked it at Nicodemus's face.
I went for his gun hand when he flinched. The gun went off. My senses exploded with a flash of light, and I lost the feeling in my left arm. But I trapped his gun arm between my body and my right arm and pried at his fingers.
Marcone went for him with another knife. It swept past my face, missing me. But it hit the Shroud. Marcone cut through it cleanly, seized it, and pulled it off Nicodemus entirely.
I felt the release of energy as the Shroud was removed, a wave of fever-hot magic that swept over me in a sudden, potent surge. When it was gone, my chills and my aching joints were gone with it. The curse had been broken.
"No!" Nicodemus shouted. "Kill him!"
Deirdre leapt at Marcone. Marcone turned and jumped off the train just as it rolled out over the river. He hit the water feet first, still clutching the Shroud, and was lost in the darkness.
I pried the gun from Nicodemus's fingers. He caught me by the hair, jerked my head back, and got his arm around my throat. He started choking me, hissing, "It's going to take days to kill you, Dresden."
He's afraid of you, said Shiro's voice in my mind.
In my memories, I watched Nicodemus edge away from Shiro as the old man entered the room.
The noose made him invulnerable to any lasting harm.
But in a flash of insight, I was willing to bet that the one thing the noose wouldn't protect him against was itself.
I reached back, fumbling until I felt the noose. I pulled on it as hard as I could, and then twisted it, pressing my knuckles hard into Nicodemus's throat.
Nicodemus reacted in sudden and obvious panic, releasing my throat and struggling to get away. I held on for dear life and dragged him off balance. I tried to throw him off the train, letting go of the noose at the last moment. He went over the edge but Deirdre let out a shriek and leapt forward, her tendrils writhing around one of his arms and holding him.
"Kill him," Nicodemus choked. "Kill him now!"
Coughing and wheezing, I picked up Michael's still form as best I could and leapt off the train.
We hit the water together. Michael sank. I wouldn't let go of him. I sank too. I tried to get us out, but I couldn't, and things started to become confusing and black.
I had almost given up trying when I felt something near me in the water. I thought it was a rope and I grabbed it. I was still holding on to Michael as whoever had thrown the rope started pulling me out.
I gasped for breath when my head broke water, and someone helped me drag Michael's body over to the shallows at the side of the river.
It was Marcone. And he hadn't thrown me a rope.
He'd hauled me out with the Shroud.
Michael fell and did not move.
The light of the two swords went out.
I shouted, "No!" I raised my gun and started shooting again. Marcone joined me.
We didn't do too badly considering we were standing on a moving train and all. But Nicodemus didn't seem to care. He walked toward us through the bullets, jerking and twitching occasionally. He casually kicked the two swords over the side of the train.
I ran dry on bullets, and Nicodemus took the gun from my hand with a stroke of his sword. It hit the top of the boxcar once, then bounced off and into the night. The train thundered down a long, shallow grade toward a bridge. Demon-girl Deirdre leapt over to her father's side on all fours, her face distorted in glee. Tendrils of her hair ran lovingly over Michael's unmoving form.
I drew up my unfocused shield into a regular barrier before me, and said, "Don't even bother offering me a coin."
"I hadn't planned on it," Nicodemus said. "You don't seem like a team player to me." He looked past me and said. "But I've heard about you, Marcone. Are you interested in a job?"
"I was just going to ask you the same thing," Marcone said.
Nicodemus smiled and said, "Bravo, sir. I understand. I'm obliged to kill you, but I understand."
I traded a look with Marcone. I flicked my eyes at the upcoming bridge. He took a deep breath and nodded.
Nicodemus lifted the gun and aimed for my head. His shadow suddenly swept forward, under and around my shield, seizing my left hand. It ripped at my arm hard, pulling me off balance.
Marcone was ready. He let one of his empty guns fall and produced a knife from somewhere on his person. He flicked it at Nicodemus's face.
I went for his gun hand when he flinched. The gun went off. My senses exploded with a flash of light, and I lost the feeling in my left arm. But I trapped his gun arm between my body and my right arm and pried at his fingers.
Marcone went for him with another knife. It swept past my face, missing me. But it hit the Shroud. Marcone cut through it cleanly, seized it, and pulled it off Nicodemus entirely.
I felt the release of energy as the Shroud was removed, a wave of fever-hot magic that swept over me in a sudden, potent surge. When it was gone, my chills and my aching joints were gone with it. The curse had been broken.
"No!" Nicodemus shouted. "Kill him!"
Deirdre leapt at Marcone. Marcone turned and jumped off the train just as it rolled out over the river. He hit the water feet first, still clutching the Shroud, and was lost in the darkness.
I pried the gun from Nicodemus's fingers. He caught me by the hair, jerked my head back, and got his arm around my throat. He started choking me, hissing, "It's going to take days to kill you, Dresden."
He's afraid of you, said Shiro's voice in my mind.
In my memories, I watched Nicodemus edge away from Shiro as the old man entered the room.
The noose made him invulnerable to any lasting harm.
But in a flash of insight, I was willing to bet that the one thing the noose wouldn't protect him against was itself.
I reached back, fumbling until I felt the noose. I pulled on it as hard as I could, and then twisted it, pressing my knuckles hard into Nicodemus's throat.
Nicodemus reacted in sudden and obvious panic, releasing my throat and struggling to get away. I held on for dear life and dragged him off balance. I tried to throw him off the train, letting go of the noose at the last moment. He went over the edge but Deirdre let out a shriek and leapt forward, her tendrils writhing around one of his arms and holding him.
"Kill him," Nicodemus choked. "Kill him now!"
Coughing and wheezing, I picked up Michael's still form as best I could and leapt off the train.
We hit the water together. Michael sank. I wouldn't let go of him. I sank too. I tried to get us out, but I couldn't, and things started to become confusing and black.
I had almost given up trying when I felt something near me in the water. I thought it was a rope and I grabbed it. I was still holding on to Michael as whoever had thrown the rope started pulling me out.
I gasped for breath when my head broke water, and someone helped me drag Michael's body over to the shallows at the side of the river.
It was Marcone. And he hadn't thrown me a rope.
He'd hauled me out with the Shroud.
"I told you," Nicodemus said. "This is endgame. No more playing." The pitch and intonation of his voice changed, and though he still spoke in my direction, it was clear that he was no longer speaking to me. "Shadow, if you would, disable Dresden. We'll talk some sense into him later, in a quieter setting."
He was talking to Lasciel's shadow.
Hell, wizards didn't have a monopoly on arrogance.
Neither did the Knights of the Cross.
I stiffened in place, my mouth half-open. Then I fell over sideways, body resting against the boat's steering wheel, my spine ramrod straight. I didn't move, not one little twitch.
Nicodemus sighed and shook his head. "Dresden, I truly regret this necessity, but time is growing short. I must act, and your talents could prove useful. You'll see. Once we've cleared some of these well-intentioned idiots out of our way…" He reached for Fidelacchius.
And I punched him in the neck.
Then I seized the noose and jerked it tight. I hung on, pulling it tighter. The noose, another leftover from Judas's field, made Nicodemus more or less invulnerable to harm-from everything but itself. Nicodemus had worn the thing for centuries. As far as I knew,I was the only one who had worked out how to hurt him. I was the only one who had truly terrified him.
He met my eyes for a panicked second.
"Lasciel's shadow," I told him, "doesn't live here anymore. The Fallen have no power over me. And neither do you."
I jerked the noose a little tighter.
Nicodemus would have screamed if he could have. He thrashed uselessly, reaching for his sword. I kicked it out of reach. He reached up and raked at my eyes, but I hunched my head down and hung on, and his motions were more panicked than practiced. His shadow rose up in a wave of darkness and fury-but as it plunged down to engulf me, white light shone forth from the slits in the wooden cane sheath of the holy sword on my back, and the shadow itself let out a hissing, leathery scream, flinching away from the light.
I was no Knight, but the sword did for me what it had always done for them-it leveled the field, stripping away all the supernatural trappings and leaving only a struggle of mind versus mind and will versus will, one man against another. Nicodemus and I fought for the sword and our lives.
He threw savage kicks into my wounded leg, and even through the blocks Lash had taught me to build, I felt them. I had a great handle on his neck, so in reply I slammed my forehead against Nicodemus's nose. It broke with really satisfying crunching sounds. He hammered punches into my short ribs, and he knew how to make them hurt.
Unfortunately for him, I knew how to be hurt. I knew how to be hurt with the best of them. It was going to take a whole hell of a lot more pain than this loser could dish out in the time he had left to put me down, and I knew it. I knew it. I tightened my grip on that ancient rope and I hung on.
I took more blows to the body as his face turned red. He got one of my knees with a vicious kick as his face turned purple. I was screaming with the pain of it when the purple started looking more like black-and he collapsed, body loosening and then going completely limp.
He was talking to Lasciel's shadow.
Hell, wizards didn't have a monopoly on arrogance.
Neither did the Knights of the Cross.
I stiffened in place, my mouth half-open. Then I fell over sideways, body resting against the boat's steering wheel, my spine ramrod straight. I didn't move, not one little twitch.
Nicodemus sighed and shook his head. "Dresden, I truly regret this necessity, but time is growing short. I must act, and your talents could prove useful. You'll see. Once we've cleared some of these well-intentioned idiots out of our way…" He reached for Fidelacchius.
And I punched him in the neck.
Then I seized the noose and jerked it tight. I hung on, pulling it tighter. The noose, another leftover from Judas's field, made Nicodemus more or less invulnerable to harm-from everything but itself. Nicodemus had worn the thing for centuries. As far as I knew,I was the only one who had worked out how to hurt him. I was the only one who had truly terrified him.
He met my eyes for a panicked second.
"Lasciel's shadow," I told him, "doesn't live here anymore. The Fallen have no power over me. And neither do you."
I jerked the noose a little tighter.
Nicodemus would have screamed if he could have. He thrashed uselessly, reaching for his sword. I kicked it out of reach. He reached up and raked at my eyes, but I hunched my head down and hung on, and his motions were more panicked than practiced. His shadow rose up in a wave of darkness and fury-but as it plunged down to engulf me, white light shone forth from the slits in the wooden cane sheath of the holy sword on my back, and the shadow itself let out a hissing, leathery scream, flinching away from the light.
I was no Knight, but the sword did for me what it had always done for them-it leveled the field, stripping away all the supernatural trappings and leaving only a struggle of mind versus mind and will versus will, one man against another. Nicodemus and I fought for the sword and our lives.
He threw savage kicks into my wounded leg, and even through the blocks Lash had taught me to build, I felt them. I had a great handle on his neck, so in reply I slammed my forehead against Nicodemus's nose. It broke with really satisfying crunching sounds. He hammered punches into my short ribs, and he knew how to make them hurt.
Unfortunately for him, I knew how to be hurt. I knew how to be hurt with the best of them. It was going to take a whole hell of a lot more pain than this loser could dish out in the time he had left to put me down, and I knew it. I knew it. I tightened my grip on that ancient rope and I hung on.
I took more blows to the body as his face turned red. He got one of my knees with a vicious kick as his face turned purple. I was screaming with the pain of it when the purple started looking more like black-and he collapsed, body loosening and then going completely limp.
Harry's magic has never played a decisive role against a Denarian, any Denarian, before Skin Game.
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COMMENTARY
I find it hilarious that Molly's clones keep dropping by the Carpenter house to get their own servings of Charity's cooking.
Enough that her siblings have noticed.
Honestly, Michael has a point.
Lasciel will have broad insight into Lash's thinking; she made and shaped her from herself, and what influence three years away has had isnt going to change things all that much.
Then again, we dont know if Lasciel's Coin is still in the Church's hands, or back in circulation.
I would think the Denarians made a priority of getting it back once Lash became a thing, and explains why they arent in Chicago yet, but whether she's currently back out is unknown.
The Church doesnt tell the Knights about it, IIRC, and might not even know themselves when a Coin is stolen or swapped out until the Denarian appears in public.
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For eschaton shintai I was thinking fem!Ligier basically. Four arms, gold and brass armor, inhuman grace, and green fire, but tamed. High-tech theme.
And none of this helps them. Lash/Lasciel helps Dresden, and we don't see any benefit to them from their other achievements.
Dragon will probably have significant trouble wielding a sword.
We're Melee, not Brawl.
Honestly?
I dont think its concealable who these Terrestrials are. Or that they ARE Terrestrials; Porter straight up says that he remembers Exalts from back in the day by looking at them, and he is far from the only spirit around who does so.
So I dont really think either vote option addresses the issue.
But I dont know how to either.
Eh.
Just borrow a note from Naruto's Uchiha clan and their Mangekyos, and go Susanoo,
So you have a kaiju form that can change its size and form factor.
Whether its Mega Molly, Dragon Molly, or whatever according to the relevant narrative requirements.
Everyone's happy.
As long as she never turns into a giant snake, because that never helps
We dont see it doesnt mean they dont exist.
That we did not see the consequences of the White Court losing 60-70% of its Wardens doesnt mean there werent any.
Harry is a homebody, and almost all of the books occur in and around Chicago.
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Huh so this scenario specifically, I'm actually not sure how the Crown of Eyes could really be leveraged to the greatest extent.
Right now the plan is in like zygote not-even-implanted stage. Its some vague idea that in a years time the three Authurian knights will try to grab the Shroud of Turin and this will make the Denarians respond...somehow. I honestly believe if we Crowned "what do the Denarians currently know about the plan to ambush them a year and a day from this date," the response would be nothing, but it wouldnt really help since we kinda don't even know any specifics yet.
"Oh then why not start making specifics?" Well, how? There's the time span--a frikkin year, how are we gonna plan that far out? And I'm not sure if we can ask generals like "how to make this super Denarian baity," without expending really broad topics I don't think are worth expending.
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Please sir, may I have some Meows?
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I feel like it is worth mentioning that with the convention the Denarian are all Very High Torment angels/demons. They might all be super smart, but they have exploitable mental hang ups based on their trauma. Actually it makes me think that them being in coins is an advantage to a point. Not sure how well they would even be able to function in society without a host to act as their handlers.
The Ancient Sorcery Spell Disguise of a New Face could do it as long as they did not flare their anima. You could learn it (with your merit) and teach it to them.
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I dont expect it to matter.
The interval between "left Annwyn MaxSec Penitentiary" and "Molly learns a new Ancient Sorcery spell, then teaches it to them" is going to be enough time for word to get around.
Especially since Chicago has a very strong Fae presence because of the Stone Table and Chicago-Over-Chicago.
Given Arthur's strong association with the Fae,I fully expect there's Fae in the city of all affiliations, Winter, Summer and Wyld, that remember them specifically by name and face and deed.
Not if you leave them in the tower until you learn a new spell and teach them, the wards on what place are on the castle not the dungeon. Unless someone is going out of their way to look through those ancient wards against divination laid down when the world was young in order to check that people who have been in the prison for the last 1500 years are still in the prison nothing will have changed from an outside perspective.
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Maybe with a Dragon Head.
Though I'd also be okay with going a bit more Theion.
Be an area of blinding light and an indistinct figure within that strikes at targets inside herself.
The moment you bring them out, people are going to attempt to scry their origins and otherwise investigate them with methods magical and mundane. Molly and her associates have raised too much ruckus over the last eight months for anything otherwise to be reasonable.
And as far as I am aware, New Face only disguises the person's identity.
I dont really think its practical for people who are supposed to live on this side of the Gauntlet.
EDIT
New Face doesnt even do that much:
Physical changes only.Page 41 said:
Magical senses are unaffected.
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Not sure how much DF magic senses are going to get on the knights. They tend towards hunches, feeling and metaphor rather than clear descriptions.
Like Harry used the sight on Murphy and sees a guardian angel with a flaming sword. Someone looking at the knights sees might see knights, but considering how the magic normally works it's easy to think that is some sort of metaphor.
They are going to show up as special somehow, but exactly what sort of special is hard to figure out. We see all sorts of beings in DF where everyone knows that they are special somehow, but who and what they are doesn't become clear for books.
Like Harry used the sight on Murphy and sees a guardian angel with a flaming sword. Someone looking at the knights sees might see knights, but considering how the magic normally works it's easy to think that is some sort of metaphor.
They are going to show up as special somehow, but exactly what sort of special is hard to figure out. We see all sorts of beings in DF where everyone knows that they are special somehow, but who and what they are doesn't become clear for books.
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