Fixed, thanks for the help with these as always.
Wouldn't Merlin have been using the Ways though? I get how the mortal world was unaware of the America's for so long but it doesn't make much sense for the supernaturally affiliated when they technically have had the means of getting virtually anywhere on accident or otherwise for as long as the NeverNever was a thing. Even before they became a global institution you'd expect them to have ran into every continent and its people at some point even if they weren't intending to.Harry does not seem convinced. "Maybe but why would he? As far as he knew the ocean to the west was all open water until you hit China and Japan around the other side. Making a boat that can go against wind and wave? Doable. Making that boat and some kind of magic stew bowl that ca feed you for months? That doesn't sit as well, in the stomach. "
Our thanks ancient one, we will return to the world of form that we might learn more of the nameless isle and that which guards it." Bowing while flying is one of those things that will never escape being at least a little silly, but it's s small price to pay for leaving here not just unburnt but enlightened.
Making that boat and some kind of magic stew bowl that ca feed you for months? That doesn't sit as well, in the stomach. "
The church might have some more records on Eschtamidel's later appearances, but he had just phones his contacts to get more general information on the Denarians, calling back to ask for one in particular would probably just slow things down with checks over this odd behavior. thankfully Dad isn't your only contact when it comes to the Church.
Wouldn't Merlin have been using the Ways though? I get how the mortal world was unaware of the America's for so long but it doesn't make much sense for the supernaturally affiliated when they technically have had the means of getting virtually anywhere on accident or otherwise for as long as the NeverNever was a thing. Even before they became a global institution you'd expect them to have ran into every continent and its people at some point even if they weren't intending to.
@DragonParadox is Molly aware which specific island the Nameless Place is? Ie does she know where it's located?
It shouldn't be hard to find; it has an anti-mortal field but not an anti supernatural one and it's a font of evil power strong enough to be the source of its own leyline.@DragonParadox is Molly aware which specific island the Nameless Place is? Ie does she know where it's located?
Demonreach is not archeotech. The Merlin lived less than 5 normal wizard lifetimes ago. There are people alive who remember his feats because they were there to see them; Mab dated him, Odin trained him, King Corb met him, and Rashid the Gatekeeper was apparently either a contemporary, or running around BEFORE him.Demonreach is a classic example of archeotech, intentional one at that. It wasn't meant to be replicated, and it wasn't meant to be understood, for that would create vulnerabilities. It's as automated as possible. For the metaphor - you are moving the goalposts. But even within that paradigm, a soldier who is responsible for launching nukes wouldn't necessarily know how to disable them mid-flight.
Of course he would.Yes, and Merlin established the Law "no time travel". He certainly wouldn't have left instructions on how to do stuff with time travel.
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Its not a tenuous connection.If you asked it of someone who actually knew the information sure, but Harry does not, he just belongs to the institution, it is a very tenuous connection. It goes: Scene -> Harry -> White Council to which Harry belongs to -> Whoever actually knows within the White Council
-Capital letters for the architect of this prison? Since when did Merlin become a god?
Love thy neighbor and all that.Good night guys, see you in the morning as Molly and Co try to help out a depressed fire monster from the dawn of time.
Are you going with Columbus, or the Vikings?
Go back and read Arc 1 Post 30 and 31.[X] Need To Know
-[X] Tell him some of the truth (Charima+Subterfuge DC 6 opposed roll)
--[X] Just say you need information about a Denarian incursion into the city in 1871
--[X] Explain that you need it to give peace to a restless spirt
--[X] Use the Crown on the scene : What does the Catholic church know of the nameless island?
The Church is literally full of spies both as a mortal auspice and Forthill literally reporting to the Vatican. There's really no need to tell him anything beyond what he needs to know.
Hopefully this use of a question of a scene will be more effective because we're inside of a Catholic Church talking to a Catholic priest who is reporting to superiors back in the Vatican and asking what a Church knows while inside of one of their churches seems like it makes sense.
Something becoming archeotech doesn't even require one generation, much less five.emonreach is not archeotech. The Merlin lived less than 5 normal wizard lifetimes ago. There are people alive who remember his feats because they were there to see them; Mab dated him, Odin trained him, King Corb met him, and Rashid the Gatekeeper was apparently either a contemporary, or running around BEFORE him.
And yet Blackstaff doesn't teach how to murder using magic. No, this doesn't follow.Just like the White Council enforce the Laws against your murdering one person but give the Blackstaff a pass on causing mass murder on the 3- to 5-digit scale because he found it necessary.
Just like the US government reserves the right to assassinate you even while calling someone else doing it murder.
Governments do not operate on the same rules as the rest of us yobs.
Given as the man's teachers and some of his peers are literally still walking around?Something becoming archeotech doesn't even require one generation, much less five.
How to murder using magic is literally part of the standard wizard curriculum.And yet Blackstaff doesn't teach how to murder using magic. No, this doesn't follow.
I know this is probably not your intent but it does come off as insanely facetious and kind of dishonest when you almost certainly have to know that Yog means how to kill without being turned into a warlock.Given as the man's teachers and some of his peers are literally still walking around?
No, it isnt archeotech.
How to murder using magic is literally part of the standard wizard curriculum.
Anything that will kill a vampire will massively overkill a human. The same bloodline ritual that was aimed at murdering Dresden and his grandfather wiped out the Red Court.
As for the Blackstaff in particular, who do you think taught Dresden to throw fireballs, lightning bolts and the like?
Or staff fighting? Dresden didnt spend two years on McCoy's farm just tossing hay.
Who do you think helped Dresden make his first staff or blasting rod?
We literally have a Warden camp for young wizards to be coming to Chicago, with the basic aim to teach them how to kill better.
Canon is that it uses a SEP field instead of invisibility. It's in clear view but mortals ignore its existence to the point that it's not on any maps and people unconsciously sail around it without noticing the differences in travel time.I do feel like this is one of those places that won't appear on satellites though. That one airport used by Mikaboshi only sometimes showed up after all.
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I am reasonably sure it doesnt show up.I do feel like this is one of those places that won't appear on satellites though. That one airport used by Mikaboshi only sometimes showed up after all.
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There is no such thing.I know this is probably not your intent but it does come off as insanely facetious and kind dishonest when you almost certainly have to know that Yog means how to kill without being turned into a warlock.
I'm aware that there's no way for that to happen. That is when you say there is no way for him to teach that it requires the black staff. Not to go into the training Regiment of the white Council recruits. Though it comes off as even more of a falsehood when Dragon Paradox is already answered the question the white Council knows exactly nothing be on the function of demon reach and that's almost certainly on purpose.I am reasonably sure it doesnt show up.
Even the maps were destroyed.
There is no such thing.
Becoming the Blackstaff has one qualification: Inherit the Blackstaff.
As far as we know, and as far as Butcher has explained, there is no special training involved. Its a choice, as far as we know, either by the previous Blackstaff or the Senior Council. Who makes the choice is unclear.
The Blackstaff itself is an artifact of the Fae. General belief is that its Mother Winter's missing walking stick.
Ethniu the Titan recognized it as a major artifact.
On the way back you fix Harry in your sight and wonder: What does the White Council know of the Nameless Island?
Its place, its purpose, the name of its Maker.
So, to be clear - not the rules by which it works, nor the craft of its making?
The white Council as an organization has maybe some notes about demon reach but know exactly nothing about how it was made or why it functions as it does.
CiteThe island is known at some point to have had some sort of conflict with Senior Councilmember and Gatekeeper Rashid. Dresden suspects this is why it limps when it takes material form.[8]
According to the backstory in Cold Days, the island's magic was created and put in place by the Original Merlin across time as a supernatural prison to keep the worst and most powerful evil beings contained. There are at least half a dozen naagloshii imprisoned there; these are considered the most benign, low-security inmates. Other entities, described as "[n]ightmares, dark gods, nameless things, immortals" are also imprisoned there,[5] the total imprisoned rising above 6,000 entities.[6]
The island was once the location of a cannery in the early 1900s,[7] until the magic from what Harry Dresden believed to be a ley line running through the island killed enough of its inhabitants to chase them away. It is later revealed that the ley line does not run throughthe island, but from it; the island, particularly the supernatural prison far below it, is the source of the ley line's tremendous power.
1) No, the point is made that there is no special murder magic.I'm aware that there's no way for that to happen. That is when you say there is no way for him to teach that it requires the black staff. Not to go into the training Regiment of the white Council recruits. Though it comes off as even more of a falsehood when Dragon Paradox is already answered the question the white Council knows exactly nothing be on the function of demon reach and that's almost certainly on purpose.
Turn Coat c40 Rashid v Dresden said:The Gatekeeper muttered something to himself in a language I didn't understand and shook his head. "I cannot decide," he said, "whether you are the most magnificent liar I have ever encountered in my life—or if you truly are as ignorant as you appear."
I looked at him for a minute. Then I hooked my thumb up at my ridiculous head bandage. "Dude."
He burst out into a laugh that was as rich and deep as his speaking voice, but . . . more, somehow. I'm not sure how to explain it. The sound of that laugh was filled with a warmth and a purity that almost made the air quiver around it, as if it had welled up from some untapped source of concentrated, unrestrained joy.
I think maybe it had been a while since Rashid had laughed.
"You," he said, barely able to speak through it. "Up in that tree. Covered with mud."
I found myself grinning at him. "Yeah. I remember."
He shook his head and actually wiped tears away from his good eye. It took him another moment or two to compose himself, but when he spoke, his living eye sparkled, an echo of his laughter. "You've endured more than most young people," he said. "And tasted more triumph than most, as well. It is a very encouraging sign that you can still laugh at yourself."
"Well, gosh," I said. "I'm just so ignorant, I don't know what else to do."
He stared at me intently. "You don't know what this place is."
"It's out of the way of innocent bystanders," I said. "And I know it better than most of the people who are on the way."
He nodded, frowning. "I suppose that is logical."
"So?"
"Hmm?"
I sighed. Wizards. "So? What is this place?"
He considered his words for a moment. "What do you think it is, beyond the obvious physical and tactical terrain?"
"Well," I said. "I know there's a ley line that comes through here. Very dark and dangerous energy. I know that there's a genius loci present and that it is real strong and isn't very friendly. I know that they tried to start up a small town here, linked with the shipping interests in the Great Lakes, but it went sour. Demonreach drove them away. Or insane, apparently."
"Demonreach?" he asked.
"Couldn't find a name on the books," I said. "So I made up my own."
"Demonreach," the Gatekeeper mused. "It's . . . certainly fitting."
"So?"
He gave me a tight smile. "It wouldn't help you for me to say anything more—except for this: one of your facts is incorrect. The ley line you speak of does not go through the island," he said. "This is where it wells up. The island is its source."
"Ah," I said. "Wells up from what?"
"In my opinion, that is a very useful question."
I narrowed my eyes. "And you aren't going to give me anything else."
He shrugged. "We do have other matters to discuss."
I glanced back at my unconscious friends. "Yeah. We do."
"I am willing to accept that your intentions are noble," he said. "But your actions could set into motion a catastrophic chain of events."
I shrugged. "I don't know about that," I said. "What I do know is that you don't kill a man for a crime he didn't commit. And when someone else tries to do it, you stop them."
"And you think that this will stop them?" the Gatekeeper asked.
"I think it's my best shot."
"You won't succeed," he said. "If you press ahead, it will end in violence. People will die, you amongst them."
"You don't even know what I have in mind," I said.
"You're laying a trap for the traitor," he said. "You're trying to force him to act and reveal himself."
A lesser man might have felt less clever than he had a moment before. "Oh."
"And if I can work it out," the Gatekeeper said, "then so can the traitor."
"Well, duh," I said. "But he'll show up anyway. He can't afford to do anything else."
"And he'll come ready," the Gatekeeper said. "He'll choose his moment."
"Let him. I've got other assets."
Then he did something strange. He exhaled slowly, his living eye closing. The gleaming steel eye tracked back and forth, as if looking at something, though I could only tell it was moving because of the twitches of his other eyelid. A moment later, the Gatekeeper opened his eye and said, "The chances that you'll survive it are minimal."
"Yeah?" I asked him. I stepped around him and hopped off the dock and onto the island, immediately feeling the connection with Demonreach as I turned to face him. "How about now?"
He frowned at me, and then repeated the little ritual.
Then he made a choking sound. "Blood of the Prophet," he swore, opening his eyes to stare at me. "You . . . you've claimed this place as a sanctum?"
"Uh-huh."
"How?"
"I punched it in the nose. Now we're friends," I said.
The Gatekeeper shook his head slowly. "Harry," he said, his voice weary. "Harry, you don't know what you've done."
"I've given myself a fighting chance."
"Yes. Today," he replied. "But there is always a price for knowledge. Always."
His left eyelid twitched as he spoke, making the scars that framed the steel orb quiver.
"But it will be me paying the price," I said. "Not everyone else."
"Yes," he said quietly. We were both silent for several minutes, standing in the rain.
"Been longer than five minutes," I said. "How do you want it to be?"
The Gatekeeper shook his head. "May I offer you two pieces of advice?"
I nodded.
"First," he said, "do not tap into the power of this place's well. You are years away from being able to handle such a thing without being altered by it."
"I hadn't planned on touching it," I said.
"Second," he said, "you must understand that regardless of the outcome of this confrontation, someone will die. Preferably, it would be the traitor—but if he is killed rather than captured, no one will be willing to accept your explanation of events, no matter how accurate it may be. Morgan will be executed. Odds are excellent that you will be as well."
"I'm sure as hell not doing this for me."
He nodded.
"Don't suppose you'd be willing to lend a hand?"
"I cannot set foot on the island," he said.
"Why not?"
"Because this place holds a grudge," he said.
I suddenly thought of the drag-thumplimp of the island's manifest spirit.
Damn.
He turned to the dock behind him and flicked a hand at the air. A neat, perfectly circular portal to the Nevernever appeared without a whisper or flicker of wasted power. The Gatekeeper gave me a nod. "Your friends will awaken in a moment. I will do what I can to help you."
"Thank you," I said.
He shook his head. "Do not. It may be that true kindness would have been to kill you today."
Then he stepped through the portal and was gone. It vanished an instant later. I stood there in the rain and watched the others begin to stir. Then I sighed and walked back to them, to help them up and explain what was going on.
We had to get moving. The day wasn't getting any younger, and there were a lot of things to do before nightfall.
Turn Coat c47 said:Only one shelf looked neat.
It was a row of plain leather-bound journals, all obviously of the same general design, but made with subtly different leathers, and subtly different dyes that had aged independently of one another into different textures and shades. The books got older and more cracked and weathered rapidly as they moved from right to left. The leftmost pair looked like they might be in danger of falling to dust. The rightmost journal looked new, and was sitting open. A pen held the pages down, maybe thirty pages in.
I glanced at the last visible page, where Ebenezar's writing flowed in a strong, blocky style.
Ebenezar's voice interrupted my reading. "Hoss," he said. "How's your head?"... seems clear that he had no idea of the island's original purpose. I sometimes can't help but think that there is such a thing as fate—or at least a higher power of some sort, attempting to arrange events in our favor despite everything we, in our ignorance, do to thwart it. The Merlin has demanded that we put the boy under surveillance at once. I think he's a damn fool.
Rashid says that warning him about the island would be pointless. He's a good judge of people, but I'm not so sure he's right this time. The boy's got a solid head on his shoulders, generally. And of all the wizards I know, he's among the three or four I'd be willing to see take up that particular mantle. I trust his judgment.
But then again, I trusted Maggie's, too.
"Full of questions," I replied. I closed the journal, and offered him the pen.
My old mentor's smile only touched his eyes as he took the pen from me: he'd intended me to see what he'd written. "My journal," he said. "Well. The last three are. The ones before that were from my master."
"Master, huh?"
"Didn't used to be a dirty word, Hoss. It meant teacher, guide, protector, professional, expert—as well as the negative things. But it's the nature of folks to remember the bad things and forget the good, I suppose." He tapped the three books previous to his own. "My master's writings." He tapped the next four. "His master's writings, and so on, back to here." He touched the first two books, very gently. "Can't hardly read them no more, even if you can make it through the language."
"Who wrote those two?"
"Merlin," Ebenezar said simply. He reached past me to put his own journal back up in place. "One of these days, Hoss, I think I'll need you to take care of these for me."
I looked from the old man to the books. The journals and personal thoughts of master wizards for more than a thousand years? Ye gods and little fishes.
Thats why I voted to ask the Crown questions I did.Butcher Interview transcript said:Priscellie: Who was the warden of Demonreach before Harry?
Jim: Lemme think, I know who it is, and who the guy before that was, but the guy before /that/ was Kemmler so...
Priscellie: Oh god. *laughs*
Jim: Yeah, I mean, half of that entire thing was just the white council trying to keep Kemmler from getting back to the island and opening it up. Which is why they had him being hounded by the wardens all through the wild west and so on. It was to stop him from being able to set things up even more. Kemmler is sort of in the Dresden Files universe he's sort of the Dresden Files version of WWI where it was actually the biggest most epic most incredible conflict the world has ever known but we're all used to seeing WWII because they got some of it on film but we didn't get nearly as much of the great war on film but when you actually go and study it and study all the troop numbers and resources involved WWI was really the great war and WWII was kind of a follow-up. A softer echo in many ways.
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Barbara's Bookstore Q&A transcript
Since this Q&A answers a lot of questions I figured I might as well post it here too. Question marks near words that aren't questions means that...old.reddit.com