Liars Alight
18th of February 2007 A.D.
Donald Morgan caught the exact moment Dresden overshot, bracing the back of the gun against a recoil that wasn't there he shot right over the son of a bitch's shoulder, though Ol' Samuel didn't seem to notice, too caught up in grand declarations: "Of your own will descended into the grave, now know
death."
Zadock stumbled, spit in anger, no wizard worth his salt would curse for pain when there were spells hurled in deadly earnest, but his eyes were still on the enemy. Marguerite tittered, actually bloody tittered, as another of the warlocks tried to say something only for the
word to get stuck in her throat and come out as a mouthful of blood between trembling lips.
One of the arcane automata tried to blast the third bastard...
Seamus, his traitor memory provided, Donald had gone to his wedding, he'd hated it but he'd gone, just barely managing to wing him before he pulled a piece of stone like a blanket around himself for protection. Pinned himself in place, but it's a hell of a good grounding.
Warlock Three (Seamus) takes 3 Damage -> Now at 4/7
The song of electromagnetism disrupted played against his skin and Donald knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, beyond the smell of rust that was starting to emanate from his Warden's sword that whatever the girl and the dead things were saying to each other—it had stopped being English a few words back— it wasn't going to last much longer.
"Catenis aquae!" he shouted and shaped to his will magic as familiar as his own right hand.
Even if Samuel couldn't be killed as other men yet he could definitely be bound just the same. Water rushed at him at the Warden's command, drained from the tunnels above by the same passages he had used to break into the tombs. It bound him as he had dozens of others, spinning, twisting. A spiral became a sphere, a dark figure struggling like a worm in its midst.
"Did you really think it would be so easy?" The dead voice spoke in his own mind he felt his own aura inverting, memories like knives turning on his own psyche. He tried to grasp for the discipline of a warden, for the power of a wizard to command magic, but all he gripped in that moment was
pain.
In his mind's eye Donald Morgan could see it, Headquarters shattering, sinkholes opening into the city above, swallowing cars and buildings and lives, demands of investigation turning into scapegoating. Dozens of wizards found by the authorities, deals made in secret failing, leaving only the threat of violence with violence met. Dozens of warlocks made in desperation, dozens of men as he could only watch on an impotent ghost. He was already dead. There was nothing he could do.
Morgan takes 4 Damage -> Now at 3/7 (Dementation 7: Personal Scourge)
Except... that wasn't true, he knew that ghosts could touch things and move them, that they could speak to the living, he knew the names of spirit speakers half the word over. He should be able to do... to... He opened his eyes and was still in the battle. Why on the floor though? Why looking up at a soaking wet Peabody, still sputtering from his just-failed prison spell? A corpse thing was looking at him too and even though he could not read the long dead face he knew that was the one that had flailed him with his own will.
"Why do you resist? There is nothing to fear... Nothing."
"Cease unauthorized use of trans-mental powers!"
The air in the back of the tomb where the corpse thing had been lurking became arcane plasma as the last of the War Weavers unleashed a honest-to-
God green flame thrower on it.
In its wake not even ash remained to fall to earth.
Revenant Two ('Demented One') Takes 11 Damage -> Killed
But the wizards of the White Council were not alone that night in the depths of the defiled catacombs. Stranger Sorcerers had lent their aid alongside the Sutras of the the City of Law. What powers did they call from the farthest shore?
[] Write in (Path of Sorcery excluding Summoning and Binding; Being experts specially selected for the mission the Sorcerers will use it at level 5)
OOC: I hope this isn't dragging. It's just there are a lot of moving pieces and even though the system isn't as complex as others when you get more than a dozen people in a room casting at each other it adds up. Also for anyone who does not know, Personal Scourge is a very good wizard killer since it inflicts damage proportional to the victim's Permanent Willpower, in Morgan's case 9, that has to be soaked with Humanity... which in his case is 7, he has seen some shit. Fortunately as bad as the Council's protections against mind magic are he did get one willpower roll at DC 9 with his Code of Honor Merit to resist and he did, snapping out of it before any of the warlocks got to his thrashing body.