BoredMan
Everyone gets a tariff now. Even the penguins. wtf
Pinged...? You mean the Crown usage?
Green Flame Rising (Exalted vs Dresden Files)
- Thread starter DragonParadox
- Start date
- Crossover Fantasy
- Location
- Germany
Mind can imitate most effects from that direction.
No need to look outside a Wizard's skillset, yet.
So, my take on the order of importance, from most to least important:
1&2) Hidden Halls and Almost? Outside - the people at the heart of White Council and the highest favored (and thus likely most dangerous) member of the cult.
3&4) Central and South America and Africa. America is Red Court country, meaning it will be hard to take the traitors there, and they could easily do a lot of damage by either sharing intel with Red Court, or simply allowing themselves to be transformed into rhampires. Africa... I am very scared (not worried, outright scared) about they could be doing in Africa - that's the largest concentration of force they have, and Africa is a) the origin of this iteration of humanity, and b) where Egypt is. I don't want to either have to fight reanimated undead Adam (or seeing something like Chichen Itza performed using Adam's / Eve's remains as foci), or the cultists getting their hands on whatever Egyptian legacy they might get - Exalted or otherwise. We have had a lot of hints that Egypt is or was very magical over the course of the game.
5 (potentially, but unlikely, 0)) Asia - Alliance with Yomi Wan, and breaking open the Black Vault are concerns.
6) NeverNever - conspirators there are not aware, but have high mobility and hard to track down.
7) Australia - potentially (depending on what Dreamtime is in the setting) very dangerous, but there's only one enemy there.
The part where you knocked out someone who was controlled while they were being used to spy on you.
I dont know if we can afford to assume otherwise.
An office meeting with no magic ritual, no restraints, no use of reagents, suggests unpleasant things about his flexibility.
I mean, we see Justin DuMorne whammy Elaine in canon; its obvious enough that apprentice Harry could feel something was off back when he was 16.
I hadn't really been interested in girls yet when I met Elaine. We'd both been twelve, bright, and stubborn, which meant that we generally drove each other crazy. We had also been best friends. Talking about our dreams of the future. Sharing tears or a shoulder, whichever was needed. At school, we both found the subject matter to be tedious beyond bearing—in comparison to the complexity of Justin's lessons, acquitting ourselves well in the public-school curriculum had been only nominally more difficult than sharpening a pencil.
It was difficult to relate to the other kids, in many ways. We just weren't interested in the same things. Our magic talents increasingly made television a difficulty, and video games had been downright impossible. Elaine and I wound up playing a lot of card and board games, or spending long, quiet hours in the same room, reading.
Justin had manipulated us both masterfully. He wanted us to bond. He wanted us to feel isolated from everyone else and loyal to him. Though he put up a facade about it that fooled me at the time, he wanted us to work through our nascent sexuality with each other and save him the bother of explaining anything—or the risk of either Elaine or me forming attachments with someone outside our little circle.
I never suspected a thing about what he really wanted, until the day Elaine stayed home sick. Concerned about her, I skipped my last class and came home early. The house seemed too quiet, and an energy I had never sensed before hung in the air like cloying, oily perfume. The second I walked in the door, I found myself tensing up.
It was my first encounter with black magic, the power of Creation itself twisted to maim and destroy everything it touched.
Elaine sat on the couch, her expression calm, her spine locked rigidly into perfect posture. I now know that Justin had put the mental whammy on her while I was gone, but at the time I knew only that my instincts were screaming that something was wrong. A wrongness so fundamental it made me want to run away screaming filled the room.
And besides. Elaine only sat like that when she was making a statement—generally, a sarcastic one.
I still remembered it, plain as day.
Justin appeared in the kitchen doorway, on the other side of Elaine, and stood there for a moment, looking at me, his expression calm.
"You skipped class again." He sighed. "I probably should have seen that coming."
"What's going on here?" I demanded, my voice high and squeaky with fear. "What have you done?"
Justin walked to the couch to stand over Elaine. Both of them stared at me for a long moment. I couldn't read their expressions at all. "I'm making plans, Harry," he said in a steady, quiet voice. "I need people I can trust."
"Trust?" I asked. His words didn't make sense. I couldn't see how they applied to the current situation. I couldn't see how they would make sense at all. I looked from Elaine back to Justin again, searching for some kind of explanation. Their expressions gave me nothing. That was when my eyes fell to the coffee table and to the object lying quietly next to my well-mauled paperback copy of The Hobbit.
A straitjacket.
There was something quietly, calmly sinister in the congruence. I just stared for a moment, and the bottom fell out of my stomach as I finally realized, for the first, awful time, what my instinct had been screaming at me: I was in danger. That my rescuer, teacher, my guardian meant to do me harm.
Tears blurred my vision as I asked him, in a very quiet, very confused voice, "Why?"
Justin remained calm. "You don't have the knowledge you need to understand, boy. Not yet. But you will in time."
"Y-you can't do this," I whispered. "N-not you. You saved me. You saved us."
"And I still am," Justin said. "Sit down next to Elaine, Harry."
From the couch, Elaine said in a quiet, dreamy monotone, "Sit down next to me, Harry."
I stared at her in shock and took a step back. "Elaine . . ."
Justin threw kinetomancy at me when I looked away.
Some instinct warned me in the last fraction of a second, but instead of trying to block the strike, I moved with it, toward the front picture window, weaving my own spell as I went. Instead of interposing my shield, I spread it wide in front of me like a sail, catching the force of Justin's blast and harnessing it.
Me, my shield, Justin's energy, and that picture window exploded onto the front lawn. I remembered the enormous sound of the shattering glass and wood, and the hot sting of a dozen tiny cuts from bits of flying glass and wood. I remember being furious and terrified.
I went through the open space where the window had been, fell onto the lawn, took it in a roll, and came up sprinting.
"Boy!" Justin said, projecting his voice loudly. I looked over my shoulder at him as I ran. His eyes were more coldly furious than I had ever seen them. "You are here with me—with Elaine. Or you are nowhere. If you don't come back right now, you are dead to me."
I lopped the last two words off the sentence to get his real meaning and poured on more speed. If I stayed, he meant to render me helpless, and from that beginning there could be no good endings. If I went back angry, I could fight him, but I couldn't win—not against the man who taught me everything I knew. I couldn't call the cops and tell them Justin was a mad wizard—they'd write me off as a nutcase or prankster without thinking twice. It wasn't like I could run to Oz and ask a more powerful wizard for help.
He'd never told me about the White Council or the rest of the supernatural world. Abusers like to isolate their victims. People who feel that they are completely alone tend not to fight back.
"Boy!" Justin's voice roared, now openly filled with rage. "Boy!"
He didn't need to say anything more. That rage said it all. The man who had given me a home was going to kill me.
It hurt so much, I wondered if he already had.
I put my head down and ran faster, my tears making the world a blur, with only one thought burning in my head:
This wasn't over. I knew that Justin could find me, no matter where I ran, no matter how well I hid. I hadn't escaped that straitjacket. I had only delayed it for a little while.
I didn't have any choice.
I had to fight back.
It was difficult to relate to the other kids, in many ways. We just weren't interested in the same things. Our magic talents increasingly made television a difficulty, and video games had been downright impossible. Elaine and I wound up playing a lot of card and board games, or spending long, quiet hours in the same room, reading.
Justin had manipulated us both masterfully. He wanted us to bond. He wanted us to feel isolated from everyone else and loyal to him. Though he put up a facade about it that fooled me at the time, he wanted us to work through our nascent sexuality with each other and save him the bother of explaining anything—or the risk of either Elaine or me forming attachments with someone outside our little circle.
I never suspected a thing about what he really wanted, until the day Elaine stayed home sick. Concerned about her, I skipped my last class and came home early. The house seemed too quiet, and an energy I had never sensed before hung in the air like cloying, oily perfume. The second I walked in the door, I found myself tensing up.
It was my first encounter with black magic, the power of Creation itself twisted to maim and destroy everything it touched.
Elaine sat on the couch, her expression calm, her spine locked rigidly into perfect posture. I now know that Justin had put the mental whammy on her while I was gone, but at the time I knew only that my instincts were screaming that something was wrong. A wrongness so fundamental it made me want to run away screaming filled the room.
And besides. Elaine only sat like that when she was making a statement—generally, a sarcastic one.
I still remembered it, plain as day.
Justin appeared in the kitchen doorway, on the other side of Elaine, and stood there for a moment, looking at me, his expression calm.
"You skipped class again." He sighed. "I probably should have seen that coming."
"What's going on here?" I demanded, my voice high and squeaky with fear. "What have you done?"
Justin walked to the couch to stand over Elaine. Both of them stared at me for a long moment. I couldn't read their expressions at all. "I'm making plans, Harry," he said in a steady, quiet voice. "I need people I can trust."
"Trust?" I asked. His words didn't make sense. I couldn't see how they applied to the current situation. I couldn't see how they would make sense at all. I looked from Elaine back to Justin again, searching for some kind of explanation. Their expressions gave me nothing. That was when my eyes fell to the coffee table and to the object lying quietly next to my well-mauled paperback copy of The Hobbit.
A straitjacket.
There was something quietly, calmly sinister in the congruence. I just stared for a moment, and the bottom fell out of my stomach as I finally realized, for the first, awful time, what my instinct had been screaming at me: I was in danger. That my rescuer, teacher, my guardian meant to do me harm.
Tears blurred my vision as I asked him, in a very quiet, very confused voice, "Why?"
Justin remained calm. "You don't have the knowledge you need to understand, boy. Not yet. But you will in time."
"Y-you can't do this," I whispered. "N-not you. You saved me. You saved us."
"And I still am," Justin said. "Sit down next to Elaine, Harry."
From the couch, Elaine said in a quiet, dreamy monotone, "Sit down next to me, Harry."
I stared at her in shock and took a step back. "Elaine . . ."
Justin threw kinetomancy at me when I looked away.
Some instinct warned me in the last fraction of a second, but instead of trying to block the strike, I moved with it, toward the front picture window, weaving my own spell as I went. Instead of interposing my shield, I spread it wide in front of me like a sail, catching the force of Justin's blast and harnessing it.
Me, my shield, Justin's energy, and that picture window exploded onto the front lawn. I remembered the enormous sound of the shattering glass and wood, and the hot sting of a dozen tiny cuts from bits of flying glass and wood. I remember being furious and terrified.
I went through the open space where the window had been, fell onto the lawn, took it in a roll, and came up sprinting.
"Boy!" Justin said, projecting his voice loudly. I looked over my shoulder at him as I ran. His eyes were more coldly furious than I had ever seen them. "You are here with me—with Elaine. Or you are nowhere. If you don't come back right now, you are dead to me."
I lopped the last two words off the sentence to get his real meaning and poured on more speed. If I stayed, he meant to render me helpless, and from that beginning there could be no good endings. If I went back angry, I could fight him, but I couldn't win—not against the man who taught me everything I knew. I couldn't call the cops and tell them Justin was a mad wizard—they'd write me off as a nutcase or prankster without thinking twice. It wasn't like I could run to Oz and ask a more powerful wizard for help.
He'd never told me about the White Council or the rest of the supernatural world. Abusers like to isolate their victims. People who feel that they are completely alone tend not to fight back.
"Boy!" Justin's voice roared, now openly filled with rage. "Boy!"
He didn't need to say anything more. That rage said it all. The man who had given me a home was going to kill me.
It hurt so much, I wondered if he already had.
I put my head down and ran faster, my tears making the world a blur, with only one thought burning in my head:
This wasn't over. I knew that Justin could find me, no matter where I ran, no matter how well I hid. I hadn't escaped that straitjacket. I had only delayed it for a little while.
I didn't have any choice.
I had to fight back.
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- Germany
The one almost Outside is most likely the Not-Man himself, in whatever nightmare version of a Horizon-Realm he lives in.
BoredMan
Everyone gets a tariff now. Even the penguins. wtf
Ah, so "them" are the compromised. In that case they probably know about the bonds being broken too.
Point of order:
The Hidden Halls of Edinburgh are not in the NeverNever. At least not in canon.
They are underground. Specifically, underneath Castle Rock, under Edinburgh Castle
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*Checks..*
I right I remembered it having been won off a fey lord in a bet and I assumed it would be in the otherworld, but there would be no reason why a fey lord couldn't hold a material domain, especially in those days.
Changing.
It has entrances and extends into the NeverNever.
If you look at the prior chapter, where Harry meets Chandler onscreen for the first time:
I turned off the forest path onto a foot trail at a tree whose trunk had been carved with a pentacle. The trees turned into evergreens and crowded close to the trail. Things moved out of sight among the trees making small scuttling noises, and I could barely hear high-pitched whispers and sibilant voices coming from the forest around me. Creepy, but par for the course.
The path led up to a clearing in the woods. Centered in the clearing was a mound of earth about a dozen yards across and almost as high, thick with stones and vines. Massive slabs of rock formed the posts and lintel of a black doorway. A lone figure in a grey cloak stood beside the doorway, a lean and fit-looking young man with cheekbones sharp enough to slice bread and eyes of cobalt blue. Beneath the grey cloak, he wore an expensive dark blue cashmere suit, with a cream-colored shirt and a metallic copper-colored tie. A black bowler topped off the ensemble, and instead of a staff or a blasting rod, he bore a silver-headed walking cane in his right hand.
He was also holding the cane at full extension, pointed directly at me with narrowed, serious eyes as I came down the trail.
I stopped and waved a hand. "Easy there, Steed."
The young man lowered the cane, and his face blossomed into a smile that made him look maybe ten years younger. "Ah," he said. "Not too obvious a look, one hopes?"
"It's a classic," I said. "How you doing, Chandler?"
"I am freezing off my well-tailored ass," Chandler said cheerily, in an elegant accent straight from Oxford. "But I endure thanks to excellent breeding, a background in preparatory academies, and metric tons of British fortitude." Those intense blue eyes took a second look at me, and though his expression never changed, his voice gained a touch of concern. "How are you, Harry?"
"Been a long night," I said, walking forward. "Aren't there supposed to be five of you watching the door?"
"Five of me guarding the door? Are you mad? The sheer power of the concentrated fashion sense would obliterate visitors on sight."
I burst out in a short laugh. "You must use your powers only for good?"
"Precisely, and I shall." He tilted his head thoughtfully. "I can't remember the last time I saw you here."
"I only visited once," I said. "And that was a few years ago, right after they drafted me."
Chandler nodded soberly. "What brings you out of Chicago?"
"I heard about Morgan."
The young Warden's expression darkened. "Yes," he said quietly. "It's . . . hard to believe. You're here to help find him?"
"I've found murderers before," I said. "I figure I can do it again." I paused. For whatever reason, Chandler was almost always to be found working near the Senior Council. If anyone would know the scuttlebutt, he would. "Who do you think I should talk to about it?"
"Wizard Liberty is coordinating the search," he replied. "Wizard Listens-to-Wind is investigating the scene of the murder. Ancient Mai is getting the word out to the rest of the Council to convene an emergency session."
I nodded. "What about Wizard McCoy?"
"Standing by with a strike team, when last I heard," Chandler replied. "He's one of the few who can reasonably expect to overpower Morgan."
"Yeah," I said. "Morgan's a pain in the ass, all right." I shivered and stamped my feet against the cold. "I've got some information they're going to want. Where do I find them?"
Chandler considered. "Ancient Mai should be in the Crystalline Hall, Wizard Liberty is in the Offices, Wizard McCoy should be somewhere near the War Room and Wizard Listens-to-Wind and the Merlin are in LaFortier's chambers."
"How about the Gatekeeper?" I asked.
Chandler shrugged. "Gatekeeping, I daresay. The only wizard I see less frequently than he is you."
I nodded. "Thanks, Chandler." I faced him soberly and put a formal solemnity in my voice as I adhered to security protocols more than five centuries old. "I seek entry to the Hidden Halls, O Warden. May I pass?"
He eyed me for a moment and gave me a slow, regal nod, his eyes twinkling. "Be welcome to the seat of the White Council. Enter in peace and depart in peace."
I nodded to him and walked forward through the archway.
I'd come in peace, sure. But if the killer was around and caught onto what I was doing, I wouldn't depart in peace.
Just in pieces.
The path led up to a clearing in the woods. Centered in the clearing was a mound of earth about a dozen yards across and almost as high, thick with stones and vines. Massive slabs of rock formed the posts and lintel of a black doorway. A lone figure in a grey cloak stood beside the doorway, a lean and fit-looking young man with cheekbones sharp enough to slice bread and eyes of cobalt blue. Beneath the grey cloak, he wore an expensive dark blue cashmere suit, with a cream-colored shirt and a metallic copper-colored tie. A black bowler topped off the ensemble, and instead of a staff or a blasting rod, he bore a silver-headed walking cane in his right hand.
He was also holding the cane at full extension, pointed directly at me with narrowed, serious eyes as I came down the trail.
I stopped and waved a hand. "Easy there, Steed."
The young man lowered the cane, and his face blossomed into a smile that made him look maybe ten years younger. "Ah," he said. "Not too obvious a look, one hopes?"
"It's a classic," I said. "How you doing, Chandler?"
"I am freezing off my well-tailored ass," Chandler said cheerily, in an elegant accent straight from Oxford. "But I endure thanks to excellent breeding, a background in preparatory academies, and metric tons of British fortitude." Those intense blue eyes took a second look at me, and though his expression never changed, his voice gained a touch of concern. "How are you, Harry?"
"Been a long night," I said, walking forward. "Aren't there supposed to be five of you watching the door?"
"Five of me guarding the door? Are you mad? The sheer power of the concentrated fashion sense would obliterate visitors on sight."
I burst out in a short laugh. "You must use your powers only for good?"
"Precisely, and I shall." He tilted his head thoughtfully. "I can't remember the last time I saw you here."
"I only visited once," I said. "And that was a few years ago, right after they drafted me."
Chandler nodded soberly. "What brings you out of Chicago?"
"I heard about Morgan."
The young Warden's expression darkened. "Yes," he said quietly. "It's . . . hard to believe. You're here to help find him?"
"I've found murderers before," I said. "I figure I can do it again." I paused. For whatever reason, Chandler was almost always to be found working near the Senior Council. If anyone would know the scuttlebutt, he would. "Who do you think I should talk to about it?"
"Wizard Liberty is coordinating the search," he replied. "Wizard Listens-to-Wind is investigating the scene of the murder. Ancient Mai is getting the word out to the rest of the Council to convene an emergency session."
I nodded. "What about Wizard McCoy?"
"Standing by with a strike team, when last I heard," Chandler replied. "He's one of the few who can reasonably expect to overpower Morgan."
"Yeah," I said. "Morgan's a pain in the ass, all right." I shivered and stamped my feet against the cold. "I've got some information they're going to want. Where do I find them?"
Chandler considered. "Ancient Mai should be in the Crystalline Hall, Wizard Liberty is in the Offices, Wizard McCoy should be somewhere near the War Room and Wizard Listens-to-Wind and the Merlin are in LaFortier's chambers."
"How about the Gatekeeper?" I asked.
Chandler shrugged. "Gatekeeping, I daresay. The only wizard I see less frequently than he is you."
I nodded. "Thanks, Chandler." I faced him soberly and put a formal solemnity in my voice as I adhered to security protocols more than five centuries old. "I seek entry to the Hidden Halls, O Warden. May I pass?"
He eyed me for a moment and gave me a slow, regal nod, his eyes twinkling. "Be welcome to the seat of the White Council. Enter in peace and depart in peace."
I nodded to him and walked forward through the archway.
I'd come in peace, sure. But if the killer was around and caught onto what I was doing, I wouldn't depart in peace.
Just in pieces.
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Also worth noting there is nothing stopping a fae lord holding a material domain now.
Own/manage the place via a corporation or a trust or a bunch of mortal minions.
The svartalfar own real estate in Chicago that counts as their territory, and after Skin Game Winter Lady Molly just bought a house opposite her parents and stationed a Fae tactical team there to prevent a repeat of Nicodemus sending a bunch of mortals to attack the place.
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Preptime and location might be a factor. The office being the location, which could have been prepared in advance (runes in the chair, or hidden in thr furniture, a circle under the carpet, incense / gas spread through the air, enchanted lightbulb, etc), and a lot of time could have been spent in preparation.
Yes, possibly. Still, a very high priority, I feel. Or the lowest one, I guess, but I think a very high priority - I am fairly sure that slaying the sponsor would have negative effects on every sponsored wizard. Ideally will kill them on the spot.
Or a cup of tea he felt too polite to refuse before they got on to talking about business.
Given love potions exist more subtle alchemical forms of mind control may also.
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- Location
- Tempe, AZ
Hmm if I were Peabody or the others in this situation knowing that my immediate act would be to silence and discredit Molly.
Easiest way would be to activate a bunch of the young wardens in the nearby training camp and have them attack either killing Molly or forcing her to kill them. Not sure if his control is complete enough to make them use their death curses.
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He's something I'd be careful about.
The reason I don't particularly worry about Peabody, that he is mostly a mortal wizard with mortal limitation, almost certainly doesn't apply to that thing.
Low priority.
Our primary goal is de-infesting the White Council, avoiding collateral damage in the process, and managing the political aftermath. I wouldnt exchange a single wizard for a chance at killing No-Name. Especially if it requires invading some unknown Horizon Realm with unknown properties.
If he shows his face on Earth within arms reach, sure, stab away.
But we have other priorities.
Thankfully they don't seem to remote activate the magic, or they would have done so already, I think. Or we have very little time to act.
Still, we need to talk to Merlin right now.
We have two advantages - the ability to port directly into his realm using the Calibration Gate, and perfect shaping defense (and while wizards can disrupt charms, primacy of defense should still hold). So, Calling the Calibration Gate and balefire elemental bomardment as an alpha-strike, followed by Unbound Eschaton Shintai might work.
@DragonParadox in Molly's opinion, what would the effect of the death of the sponsor be on those sponsored?
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- Location
- Tempe, AZ
Might be only be because phones don't work around wizards so sending the activation word and order is a pain.
If they can spy through people's eyes, they can almost certainly remote activate spells/protocols. No phone necessary.
Just like Broken Seeker could remote activate his kill switches on his minions.(one of the reasons why Molly needs all 4x Counterspell types, btw)
The lack of one suggests there is no preset spell things installed as standard on any of the wizard victims we have encountered.
Might also be lack of capability - receiving a signal might be simpler than sending something, or lack of time (it has been minutes since we reacted).
In any case, we have the following assets:
1) Lydia (they likely know about her), and her dogs (those should be unknown) + Arthur's knights.
2) Tiffany - they likely know about her, but not about her capabilities. In principle, we could theoretically rapid-boost her by convincing all the baby wizards to make deals with her. But that's very unethical. Sadly she doesn't have much offensive capability at the moment. If she had range extension spelndor, she would have been much more combat-capable
3) Michael and possibly other knights - I am fairly sure this is the time to call on them
4) Odin - they might not be expecting him
5) Tentatively White Court maybe? The same almost-outsider acted against them recently, so it stands to reason they would have a grudge.
The small issue with planning our response is that the more it succeeds, the more it spooks the White Council in the aftermath, because we would be demonstrating the capability to carry out a large-scale strike against them.
This isnt the Wicked City, where we had pretty good intel on what we were running into
A strange Horizon Realm with unknown defenses and defenders, controlled by a once-human foe of unknown capabilities is really not something I would want to YOLO into just for revenge sake.
And I certainly have no interest in unleashing balefire elementals there, when we dont know if they might catch cooties and bring them back to Sanctuary.
During their visit to Sanctuary, Morgan saw the mag-skimmers with their strategic-yield balefire elemental munitions.
They already know this.
See Luccio's controlled freak out during her interlude.
Whether we'd be able to punch through the wards at Edinburgh is unclear, but we'd probably clear out every other fixed base.
I assumed they were the backer, because every time we look at it we get the whole "hollow/nameless man" thing. It'd be nearly in the Outside instead of all the way out because it's still doing stuff here, like the sleeping Outer Gods in the deep nevernever.
DP is directly telling us the not man is the same thing we sensed the first time we looked for the Outsider patron of the black council. Look at Madrigal's whole thing, then Peabody's. It's the same entity described the same way.
I also don't think we should bet on the client wizards cleanly shutting down if their patron dies. If on the spot turns out to be almost immediately and they have time for death curses that could be unpleasant for anyone nearby.
If we CCG to him we open a two way portal directly from reality to his domain. Ancient Sorcery does the impossible, so that could potentially give him access to reality that he physically can't get anywhere else.
Not the sort of thing you do without a great deal more investigation and prep work than we have time for now. Getting the council to scalp what passes for his soul later seems like a way better idea.
The guy watching through Tina would have had time, and we didn't see anything like that in Carlos.
My bet is that they're too risk averse to try it, just as they've been unwilling to pull the trigger on their endgame until they have an absolutely foolproof opportunity.
Putting a full spell inside of a wizard requires hiding it from external observation and internal notice. Which is expensive and puts more stain on the victim because even a bad wizard is still a wizard and would otherwise quickly detect something like that.
So it's expensive and introduces some nonzero level of risk. If you're gaming this out over centuries the possibility that someone identifies a suicide charge or is a bit too sensitive to the mind magic used to hide it could look very unpalatable.
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Response time seems plausible.
They dont exactly know what happened; they have to get information and decide, before acting.
1) Arthur's knights arent really applicable here; they dont bring anything special to the situation that Molly cant do with some backup squads from Sanctuary.
2) Tiffany is quite combat capable. She's not a Molly tier offensive monster, but she'd gank most wizards 1 on 1 just by wielding Lore of Light offensively. And in hand to hand, she can boost herself to Dexterity 10, which means that even with Brawl/Melee/Firearms 0, shes still rocking mortal maximum stats.
She doesnt need range extension splendors; she needs a defensive/utility splendor.
3) I dont think Michael is going to apply here.
4) Odin doesnt act directly very often; I dont expect him here either. And we dont need Einherjar.
5) The White Court NO. Wizards distrust Whampires for good reason.
Also, Ashraaf is trying to infiltrate them, and to my knowledge, Lara Raith has not been able to go after Vito Malvora.
Because politics.
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1) Cult members either joining Red Court or just giving them a lot of strategic information
2) Unsealing any of the ancient evils from their cans.
3) Decapitation strikes
4) Masquerade breakdown
They bring a lot of concentrated firepower - three high level dragonblooded exalts are a force to be reckoned with.
Range extension splendor allows her to sap parameters from afar, which is something that's almost impossible to counter.
Fascilitate communication, and yes, they apply. We need to absolutely prevent the following:
1) Cult members either joining Red Court or just giving them a lot of strategic information
2) Unsealing any of the ancient evils from their cans.
3) Decapitation strikes
4) Masquerade breakdown
Good night guys, see you tomorrow with more wizard battles.
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Odin is grey council, so we'd basically be showing up to the CIA's office during the cold war with a list of KGB infiltrators all across the world.
I don't think we necessarily need to buy his services, but if he learns those names I think he'd do something with them.
Might be better to put them on vampire duty. They're strong, but I don't want to make the situation more chaotic than it needs to be. "I brought back knights of the round table for reasons" is a lot to stick to the side of this situation.
If we need them we should use them, but if we can use them to cover external assault and keep them off center stage instead it'd be nice.