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Why wait until we summon Theresa? We should be getting access to a scrying ritual starting next turn, assuming that Christopher & Sol finished it in time.
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Or just when we get better at the requisite lores; I am not advocating we try and summon 7 more of these things next turn or anything ridiculous like that. Just something I'd like to try at some point.
EDIT: We should also definitely ask one what happens when we summon nine of their ilk, if only to avoid an embarrassing end of, "oh, we immediately explode into a storm of solar fire, so please don't do that," or such other calamities.
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She is likely significantly better at scrying than us, and we'll likely have something to do with our new summon + ritual for our cult task.
Turn 9 - Results, Part 5
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You gestured at the white-robed figure beside you, allowing a trace of satisfaction to slip into your voice as you spoke. "As you can see, I've successfully summoned a Lantern spirit." You paused for effect, watching their reactions as you introduced the entity. "This is a Sun Spark, and I believe it will serve our needs splendidly. Furthermore, I have uncovered the location of Baldomerian, a Lantern-Name, and the rite required to summon her."
Lady Mylissa regarded the spirit with her usual stoic expression, her eyes betraying little, though the faint tilt of her head suggested some silent acknowledgment. Dismas, ever the pragmatist, was studying the spirit intently, perhaps assessing its capabilities or considering how it might be utilized.
The others merely observed with polite curiosity, but the mention of a potential Name summon rippled through the room, resulting in a light round of applause. Even Lady Mylissa's placid expression faltered for a moment, a brief flicker of something passing across her features before she resumed her customary composure.
"I've also acquired knowledge of several rituals," you continued, your voice calm but laced with the gravity of your accomplishments. You placed a series of files on the table, each one carefully detailing the new rituals. "The summaries are here, but to elaborate: one offers a method to heal long-standing wounds, another can inflame desires to dangerous levels, and yet another allows the transfer of years from another being to myself." You glanced at the files, imagining them soon tucked into the library, where the inner circle would undoubtedly commit them to memory before long.
"Impressive," Sol murmured, his fingers tapping rhythmically against the papers before him. His eyes darted toward the files you'd just set down, a palpable hunger in his gaze. It was clear he longed to dive into the knowledge you'd brought, but a single glance from Lady Mylissa caused him to restrain himself, his eagerness curbed by her silent authority.
"In addition," you continued, your voice steady though the words carried a boastful edge, "I've reached the third intensity of Grail." You allowed the statement to hang in the air for a moment, the satisfaction of your progress unspoken but clear.
There was a round of polite applause again, though you noticed Charlotte's eyes linger on you with a peculiar hunger, something deeper than mere admiration. You couldn't quite place it, but it was enough to make you hesitate before continuing.
"I've also discovered a new method to reduce the cost of Forge rituals, as well as something known as the Cindered Tally—a list of lifespans. I've compiled the details here." You placed another paper on the table before pausing, the next revelation weighing heavily on your mind. You drew in a slow breath, feeling the fatigue settle deep within you, but you pressed on.
"The Madrugad is dead," you said bluntly, the gravity of the statement heavy in the room. "Or incapacitated to such an extent that it no longer matters."
The reaction was immediate. Sol gasped audibly, his hand flying to his mouth, while Charlotte visibly flinched, recoiling from the shock of the news. Dismas's hand tightened on the arm of his chair, a slow, deliberate movement as he processed the weight of what you'd said. Even Ava, always so composed, bowed her head for a brief moment. Only Delilah seemed unaffected, her expression blank, the significance of the Madrugad apparently lost on her.
"That's all I've completed for now," you said with a weary sigh, sinking back into your chair with a soft thump. The weight of the conversation was beginning to wear on you, and the temptation to close your eyes, to drift away into a brief reprieve, was almost overwhelming. But you remained alert, if only out of duty. It would be rude to let yourself falter now.
"Interesting," Lady Mylissa finally spoke, her voice a low, thoughtful murmur. There was a pause as she seemed to consider something, but whatever thoughts flickered through her mind, she kept to herself. Instead, she turned her gaze to Dismas.
"I've been preparing the people of the cult," he began, his voice calm but measured. "Framing it as harmless fun, but if it comes to it, they're ready to fight." His fingers drummed lightly against his thigh as he added, "I've also made contact with Accord. He's willing to offload some of his riskier ventures to Stafford. We'd be compensated handsomely, of course."
"Not yet," Lady Mylissa instructed, her voice firm. "We must rid ourselves of any lingering PRT influence before we engage in anything that might draw attention." Dismas nodded in acknowledgment before Lady Mylissa turned her attention to Charlotte.
"Well, everyone in town works with us, save for the newcomers. They've only just arrived, so not much I could do," Charlotte explained with a broad smile, though she hesitated before adding, "I've also expanded to Boston. Plenty of people there need... help."
There was a brief pause before Charlotte continued, her voice taking on an odd edge as she described her latest discovery. "I explored the well. You have to hold your breath under the water to get down there. It's difficult because you want to drink it. Eventually, you reach an underground chamber. There's dirt everywhere and... a lump of flesh in the center. You need to avert your mind from it. Whatever it is, it's not good for your brain." She smiled faintly, a disturbing contrast to her words.
Lady Mylissa regarded Charlotte for a long, tense moment, the silence between them thick with unspoken meaning. You blinked slowly, feeling the weight of something passing between the two of them, though you couldn't quite grasp its nature. Whatever it was, it was fleeting, and soon Lady Mylissa turned her attention to Sol.
"Christopher and I have developed a scrying ritual," Sol said, sounding slightly self-conscious as he set down his own papers. "It's not as impressive as Emir's work, but it should function well enough. Primary Lantern, secondary Secret Histories. It's simple, but effective." He rubbed the back of his neck nervously, clearly uncomfortable under Lady Mylissa's scrutinizing gaze.
Lady Mylissa merely nodded before turning to Ava, who straightened further, if that was even possible.
"I've secured a new collection fund from the town," Ava announced, her voice precise. "It's separate from our other revenue streams and will be available as needed." She placed four small black cards on the table. "But use them wisely. I expect not to have to monitor this closely, and I trust you all to act responsibly." She fixed each member of the circle with a pointed look.
You stood and took one of the cards, noting its blank, featureless surface. It didn't look legal, but you trusted Ava's judgment. You tucked it away into your robes as Delilah began to speak.
"The police, mayor, and most of Stafford's important figures have been recruited," she said in her quick, efficient manner. "If the new detective were to disappear, we'd have much more freedom. We've also made some inroads in Boston's police force—small, but promising."
Lady Mylissa nodded approvingly before addressing the group as a whole.
"For the next month, your focus will be on ensuring the remaining PRT agents and the detective either work with us or cease to be a problem. The scrying will be delayed until we're certain there are no lingering issues within the town." She paused, turning to Sol with a sharp look. "And ensure you've mastered the Lores. You have a mantle to uphold."
As the others began to rise and file out, Lady Mylissa spoke again. "Charlotte, stay a moment. I'd like a word with you."
For the briefest of moments, Charlotte froze, but she quickly recovered, spinning on her heel with a smile. "Of course, Lady Mylissa. How can I assist you?"
As they settled back into their chairs, you quietly took your leave, exiting the manor and making your way back to your car.
Only when you were seated did the full weight of Lady Mylissa's words sink in. You'd have to give Christopher his last rites, speak at his funeral.
He was a good man, and yet you felt nothing—just an empty hollowness where grief should have been. With a heavy sigh, you started the car and drove home, back to your church.
Lady Mylissa regarded the spirit with her usual stoic expression, her eyes betraying little, though the faint tilt of her head suggested some silent acknowledgment. Dismas, ever the pragmatist, was studying the spirit intently, perhaps assessing its capabilities or considering how it might be utilized.
The others merely observed with polite curiosity, but the mention of a potential Name summon rippled through the room, resulting in a light round of applause. Even Lady Mylissa's placid expression faltered for a moment, a brief flicker of something passing across her features before she resumed her customary composure.
"I've also acquired knowledge of several rituals," you continued, your voice calm but laced with the gravity of your accomplishments. You placed a series of files on the table, each one carefully detailing the new rituals. "The summaries are here, but to elaborate: one offers a method to heal long-standing wounds, another can inflame desires to dangerous levels, and yet another allows the transfer of years from another being to myself." You glanced at the files, imagining them soon tucked into the library, where the inner circle would undoubtedly commit them to memory before long.
"Impressive," Sol murmured, his fingers tapping rhythmically against the papers before him. His eyes darted toward the files you'd just set down, a palpable hunger in his gaze. It was clear he longed to dive into the knowledge you'd brought, but a single glance from Lady Mylissa caused him to restrain himself, his eagerness curbed by her silent authority.
"In addition," you continued, your voice steady though the words carried a boastful edge, "I've reached the third intensity of Grail." You allowed the statement to hang in the air for a moment, the satisfaction of your progress unspoken but clear.
There was a round of polite applause again, though you noticed Charlotte's eyes linger on you with a peculiar hunger, something deeper than mere admiration. You couldn't quite place it, but it was enough to make you hesitate before continuing.
"I've also discovered a new method to reduce the cost of Forge rituals, as well as something known as the Cindered Tally—a list of lifespans. I've compiled the details here." You placed another paper on the table before pausing, the next revelation weighing heavily on your mind. You drew in a slow breath, feeling the fatigue settle deep within you, but you pressed on.
"The Madrugad is dead," you said bluntly, the gravity of the statement heavy in the room. "Or incapacitated to such an extent that it no longer matters."
The reaction was immediate. Sol gasped audibly, his hand flying to his mouth, while Charlotte visibly flinched, recoiling from the shock of the news. Dismas's hand tightened on the arm of his chair, a slow, deliberate movement as he processed the weight of what you'd said. Even Ava, always so composed, bowed her head for a brief moment. Only Delilah seemed unaffected, her expression blank, the significance of the Madrugad apparently lost on her.
"That's all I've completed for now," you said with a weary sigh, sinking back into your chair with a soft thump. The weight of the conversation was beginning to wear on you, and the temptation to close your eyes, to drift away into a brief reprieve, was almost overwhelming. But you remained alert, if only out of duty. It would be rude to let yourself falter now.
"Interesting," Lady Mylissa finally spoke, her voice a low, thoughtful murmur. There was a pause as she seemed to consider something, but whatever thoughts flickered through her mind, she kept to herself. Instead, she turned her gaze to Dismas.
"I've been preparing the people of the cult," he began, his voice calm but measured. "Framing it as harmless fun, but if it comes to it, they're ready to fight." His fingers drummed lightly against his thigh as he added, "I've also made contact with Accord. He's willing to offload some of his riskier ventures to Stafford. We'd be compensated handsomely, of course."
"Not yet," Lady Mylissa instructed, her voice firm. "We must rid ourselves of any lingering PRT influence before we engage in anything that might draw attention." Dismas nodded in acknowledgment before Lady Mylissa turned her attention to Charlotte.
"Well, everyone in town works with us, save for the newcomers. They've only just arrived, so not much I could do," Charlotte explained with a broad smile, though she hesitated before adding, "I've also expanded to Boston. Plenty of people there need... help."
There was a brief pause before Charlotte continued, her voice taking on an odd edge as she described her latest discovery. "I explored the well. You have to hold your breath under the water to get down there. It's difficult because you want to drink it. Eventually, you reach an underground chamber. There's dirt everywhere and... a lump of flesh in the center. You need to avert your mind from it. Whatever it is, it's not good for your brain." She smiled faintly, a disturbing contrast to her words.
Lady Mylissa regarded Charlotte for a long, tense moment, the silence between them thick with unspoken meaning. You blinked slowly, feeling the weight of something passing between the two of them, though you couldn't quite grasp its nature. Whatever it was, it was fleeting, and soon Lady Mylissa turned her attention to Sol.
"Christopher and I have developed a scrying ritual," Sol said, sounding slightly self-conscious as he set down his own papers. "It's not as impressive as Emir's work, but it should function well enough. Primary Lantern, secondary Secret Histories. It's simple, but effective." He rubbed the back of his neck nervously, clearly uncomfortable under Lady Mylissa's scrutinizing gaze.
Lady Mylissa merely nodded before turning to Ava, who straightened further, if that was even possible.
"I've secured a new collection fund from the town," Ava announced, her voice precise. "It's separate from our other revenue streams and will be available as needed." She placed four small black cards on the table. "But use them wisely. I expect not to have to monitor this closely, and I trust you all to act responsibly." She fixed each member of the circle with a pointed look.
You stood and took one of the cards, noting its blank, featureless surface. It didn't look legal, but you trusted Ava's judgment. You tucked it away into your robes as Delilah began to speak.
"The police, mayor, and most of Stafford's important figures have been recruited," she said in her quick, efficient manner. "If the new detective were to disappear, we'd have much more freedom. We've also made some inroads in Boston's police force—small, but promising."
Lady Mylissa nodded approvingly before addressing the group as a whole.
"For the next month, your focus will be on ensuring the remaining PRT agents and the detective either work with us or cease to be a problem. The scrying will be delayed until we're certain there are no lingering issues within the town." She paused, turning to Sol with a sharp look. "And ensure you've mastered the Lores. You have a mantle to uphold."
As the others began to rise and file out, Lady Mylissa spoke again. "Charlotte, stay a moment. I'd like a word with you."
For the briefest of moments, Charlotte froze, but she quickly recovered, spinning on her heel with a smile. "Of course, Lady Mylissa. How can I assist you?"
As they settled back into their chairs, you quietly took your leave, exiting the manor and making your way back to your car.
Only when you were seated did the full weight of Lady Mylissa's words sink in. You'd have to give Christopher his last rites, speak at his funeral.
He was a good man, and yet you felt nothing—just an empty hollowness where grief should have been. With a heavy sigh, you started the car and drove home, back to your church.
... That's the Well trait, isn't it?..
At least it makes sense IMO. Charlotte is purely Heart in character list, Grail should not attract her that much...
Though it might also be a result of us messing with her under the Incarnadescence...
Also, now I feel a bit like we were bragging compared to the rest.
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And like Emir seems to have gotten... something. And it's grail, so Lady Mylissa has something to say about it.
Oh, so it was changed right after I posted the comment it seems.
I checked just to be sure before pressing the button.
I actually still think it is connected to the Well. I'm not sure it is completely normal to someone to just gain a level in a Lore they weren't connected to. I think it was confirmed that Emir is anomaly, not a norm?
So, should we try to both learn from each other? She teaches us Heart, then we show her some Grail? Might even work as a single action(not likely, but narratively should at least fit together)!
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She likely touched part of a Heart Hour in the well, like we did on the Wax Trail. And it was enough to change her.
Oooo very interesting Charlotte, Ashley and Amir all grail bros.
Damn 500 discretionary funds between us all.
I'm very interested spending turn the helping/interacting with Charlotte, Ashley, and Sol this turn.
Looks like we get a breather turn in the sense we have no assignments specifically so that's nice.
Damn 500 discretionary funds between us all.
I'm very interested spending turn the helping/interacting with Charlotte, Ashley, and Sol this turn.
Looks like we get a breather turn in the sense we have no assignments specifically so that's nice.
Yeah, it does feel like we were bragging. I think that saying we are able to make slightly cheaper Forge rituals was unnecessary. I also think the same about reaching Grail 3. We know Charlotte reached level 3 in Heart and said nothing. The others are probably the same.
Unlike them, we can learn all the Lores, and we should keep it secret. The others may get jealous.
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We'd probably best support the cult with rituals aiming at our Foe, or try to arrange him being hijacked.
It seems Lady Mylissa isn't willing to do things the slower but safer way.
Not a true breather. We still need to help with handling the PRT, and there's also the matter of our foe. He seems to be a Thinker of some sort, so we need to be careful about how we approach this.
Not to mention if we make him disappear, the PRT would only become more suspicious of the second (third accounting for Damsel) cape being lost in this relatively unimportant town.
Dealing with the detective seems like a spymaster's job. I think we should simply cast on Delilah The calling of Influence, Moth. That should help keeping stealthy no matter what she decides to do.
We may still get our assignment on the next update. Last time we only got it after we dealt with Christopher, 3 updates after the main meeting concluded.
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That is an excellent idea. Obviously make sure it's in line with her plans, but it should help anything.
Our task was obviously going to be to scry, but that isn't viable until the PRT is out/subverted entirely.
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Not really.
I was assuming we'd need to cast The Answer is Yes after we found it, but the next assignment was completely unrelated.
I also don't see how PRT stops us from doing any ritual, at least until they actually find out that Lady Mylissa's mansion is connected to the cult.
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I mean, Mylissa directly states that the scrying is going to be delayed until she's sure no problems are going to crop up. So... apparently the PRT hanging around does, somehow, intersect with it, or Mylissa wouldn't have decided to delay the scrying.
Oh hell yes, we should try and fucking slam as many Mansus Expeditions as possible during this period of other people dealing with the PRT, do Socials, expand our knowledge, encompass our allies, and try to save more shards of fallen stars.
If there are any expeditions that call for Heart, for example, we should try them while we have an Imminence.
If there are any expeditions that call for Heart, for example, we should try them while we have an Imminence.
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Eh, the first two tasks felt like she was testing our competency. Find one summonable creature and make a ritual that 'affects humans beyond the physical' are too vague to make a plan around. But this task was the real meat and potatoes task. I wonder what will we scry? I guess we'll find out soon enough.
I think we should give the second one to either Ava, to help with management, or to Sol, so he can study it.
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Ava only wants our help if she explicitly asks for it though, and our summons are still "our" help. And sending one for Sol to study is boring when we could go talk to him ourselves instead and start setting ourselves up as a mentor.
Just a reminder that Forge, Edge, and Heart are all one Scrap away from increasing. And we should definitely attempt the Ivory Spires while we have an Imminence pounding away in us.
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