Hunter and Snare
14th of March 2007 A.D.
As you look down at the mass of shadowed essence masquerading as a vehicle and ask a simple question you get a simple answer: Hunter's Bait, only the word hunter isn't in English, it's in Latin:
Venator. There are you had learned two types of hunter of the otherworldly: Venatori Umbrorum, researchers, scholars, allies of the White Council, the kind of people who would hire on a doctor of geology with the credentials to end up in Antarctica, and the true Venatori: those who fight the Oblivion war, those who might ask of that same geologist to make the ultimate sacrifice for the cause. Not much of a risk to tell him some of the truth if he is going to die anyway by his own hand or another. And then death made a mockery of their plans and presented another way.
Lost 1 Essence (Crown Question)
"You know there's no good reason to have a base on that godforsaken island," your companion says conversationally, as though the wind did not snatch every word from his lips to scatter it to the empty horizon. "Plenty of bad reasons though, there have been disappearances going back as far as the 1810s, whalers who drifted too far south, schooners blown off course..."
"What, like Jules Verne?" you ask the first question that pops into your head that
isn't about ancient secret societies and being used as a sacrificial lamb by the above. Even with the answer you got there's no way to know how much he knows or what he might do with that knowledge now that he has true power.
"No, that's the Pacific. Huh... didn't know kids still read Verne."
"Well my younger brother definitely did read the Mysterious Island," you scoff, sounding more aggrieved by the sentiment than you really feel, but you still are a little. Honestly he's not even ten years older, way too young to pull the 'kids these days' card.
"Point is people have been going missing here for as long as there are records and it's not slowing down, if anything its speeding up. Last year a Trinidad flagged cargo ship bound for Johannesburg went radio silent, rescue planes found the ship six days later, just the ship, the whole crew was gone. Before that there was a French research vessel doing oceanography research in the area, they only found one survivor in a lifeboat, ended up in an asylum, never saw daylight for as long as he lived, which was... three years? Five? I forget, not like the details matter. Most of the scientists back at camp, they don't know anything but who signs their paychecks, but the projects they're working on, well they say it's to do with the impact of climate change on the ice shelf, how long it would take for portions of it to melt. That's true as far as it goes but they'd be rather surprised to find the surveys establishing what kind of engineering you'd need to speed it up. Tie the mountain to the sea. "
Regained 2 Essence (Urge)
You wait a while longer, but when no further revelations seem to be forthcoming you slip into your vial of bleach. The last thing you need is to take on whatever horror looms at the journey's end with your reserves half full.
Molly Essence 8/18
Molly Willpower 5/9
What do you want to see next?
[] Ascent of the Nameless Mountain (Continue with Molly)
[] Sword Against a New Foe (Michael interlude)
[] New Responsibilities (Lydia interlude)
OOC: The answer you got about the Abyssal's connection wouldn't have been enough to trigger the urge on their own, but fortuently Molly ingratiated herself with him enough for a but more insight into where you are going and what the fomori were doing.