Of Horrors Old and New
31th of October 2006 A.D.
Heavy lies the air in the heaven of the white court, with perfume yes, with oils that give luster to pearls, the finest shampoos and conditioners, but also with fear. They eye Thomas with wariness, the prodigal son returned and they take heed to Lara's brusqueness with growing alarm. Into this sticky-sweet miasma you cast a pair of questions on wings of blazing essence, eyes fixed upon the phone in your hand, the picture Clippy had helpfully snapped in passing.
What being aligned with the one who injured the person outside are in the Chicago area?
Nul For the first time ever you get no answer, but not you know at once because the target was somehow veiled from your sight. The question had missed its mark which likely means... the person outside was not injured, another ruse to slow you down
"Van?" you mutter under your breath. The image chances to the vehicle in question.
How long before the associates of the entity who disabled this van will attack the Raith estate?
Nul again, but this one has a different taste to it, silver threads branching, branching into infinitely thin strands until all is white mist , choices yet unmade.
Lost 2 Essence -> Now at 7/12
In one sense that is a relief, you do not have to throw down with Broken Seeker anyone and anything that might be on his side with the proverbial tank half full and surrounded by vampires who, except for Thomas, you do not trust anywhere near as far as you could throw them. But on the other side of things it leaves you jumpy. If the enemy has assets close enough that a car accident a few miles away from the ward-line would have slowed you down enough for him to attack why not go all in. The power of the Naagloshii had been as undeniable as its malice and while you have not had the time to study the wards of Lara's faux-castle you cannot imagine they alone will deter it. Harry and dad are on the way but...
"Perhaps it was testing you oh Herald of the Age to Be," Usum opines.
"For you and for your new ally. A new thing has come into the world and one does not grow old in the hunt without caution in choosing one's prey."
It can't just be that, you think as you follow along after Lara and a reluctant Thomas, not when so obviously tipped its hand, but perhaps a combination. If it had simply not had the time the resources or the inclination for a full attack it might make sense to but assets which are already overextended on a long shot to slow the car or at least to get either you or Lydia to tip your hands.
Truth be told you are not sure what you had expected out of Lara's interrogation room, the Torquemada Special maybe to go with the rest of the interior design complete with rack and iron maiden. Instead she leads the way into what is a high end infirmary, the soft whir of medical machines in the background, the lights bright and steady above. One cannot help but wonder what kind of doctors would work in a place like this, for such masters as this, but they certainly seem to know what they are doing as they dress and clean him and attach him to an confusing array of medical tubes and just as professionally they chain him to the bed.
At Lydia's look in askance Lara sniffs delicately. "He could be considerably stronger than a human, even in the state he's in, no sense taking risks when you don't have to," she unknowingly echoes Usum.
"Your boss just tried to pull your skeleton out of your" you make a wordless, yet expressive gesture "everything. And then we were attacked on our way here. I would like to know why." You pull a chair up by the side of his bed, his lifeblood still on your chainmail."Start talking."
Though the color drains from his face and his eyes widen in fear he does not speak. Instead the prisoner tears his gaze from you and looks worshipfully at Lara. "Never... I'll never betray my love."
Now that is creepy... though not as creepy as Lara's cat in the cream expression when she tsks "You should try a subtler touch, they might surprise you. I mean just look at him I bet he wants to tell us all about the one who put him through all that pain and suffering, don't you?"
Robert 'Bobby' Hall is apparently a god bit older than he looks, in no small part thanks to the power that he has been gifted with by his master, no dilettante he, between coughing, wincing in pain fawning over Lara he explains that he is part of a.. commune he calls it, but you would call it cult that had been around since the late sixties, real back to the land off the grid types who had the misfortune of trying to go off grid in a particular patch of Nevada that the Navajo people shunned and avoided, they had even tried to warn the outsides from drawing near it which Bobby now thinks of as The First Test. What the other tests are you are not sure you want to know because the 'Free Association of Independent Ranchers' had become the 'Broken Arrows'. None of the handful of goats they had with them had survived the transition and only about a third of the people.
Even with Lara doing her best to steer him away from the details it is clear the goats and the people had suffered the same fate, hunted, devoured. At the paroxysm of these hunts the victim's mind was taken from them so that they would not anything beyond pain and terror when they were finally devoured... alive.
Such were the gifts of the Great One Bobby explained in the dreamy infatuated voice of one wholly enthralled to the allure of a vampire, to break man's works and man's minds, to make hearts race with terror and then rip them from bleeding hearts. Unsurprisingly perhaps the Broken Arrows have a special loathing for the Navajo though it is taboo for them to hunt them without a direct command from their foul 'god'. All that had changed when 'that whelp Ralph' killed and devoured the heart of a medicine man. There had been open war for almost a full month kept from the outside as much by the sheer remoteness of the desert before
somehow the feds had gotten involved and driven the cannibals put into what they called 'the bone wood' and which you recognize at once as a particularly macabre layer of the Nevernever. There the survivors had honed their craft, grown their power, feasting on the essence of unfortunate spirits driven into that tainted place...
Even Lara looks a little perturbed when her new admirer offers to catch a thrush to crush and chew and feel it die on her teeth, though you are not sure if it it at how visceral the description is, or just at the idea of humans devouring spirits. From there the lean ever-hungry survivors, fourteen counting Bobby himself had found another path, leading into well watered upland forest and wooded ravines. The Great One had need of his arrows for war.
"Where was this place? Where is it's seat of power?" Lara asks, though she sounds like she does not expect a straight answer from the now almost delirious prisoner.
"Deer Grove... they call it Deer Grove... Bambi tastes great when it's hurting you know?" the man... the
skinwalker, you realize finishes with a mad giggle before his head lolls to the side
"Do you want me to give him a shot to wake him up mam?" the only doctor still in the room, by the waryness with which he eyes you a vampire himself, asks.
"I think we have enough out of him for now." Lara replies. "What was it you wanted to tell me in the car."
How much of what you know do you explain to Lara?
[] Just the Skinwalker and the connection to framing Harry
[] The White Court connection via the attempt on Sarah Greene's life
[] Your suspicion about those feds being Daedalus and what those are
[] Write in
OOC: So you know how the Naagloshii used to be teachers... this one misses the old days. He's decided to spread his new perspective on the world a bit.