Ave Anathema
Ave Imperator
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Scorched its essential essence which is usually held seperate as a part of their immortality
Heroes, Great and Mighty (Exalted x World of Darkness)
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Ah, thanks.
Now then, the Questions:
[] First, what the hell was that...that Huntsman thing? Why was it made out of plants and tree bark?
[] Second, outside of you and the vampires, who else is watching me? And how much do they know?
[] Lastly, where are the Werewolves?
No Xs, cause these are mostly place holder questions. If anyone has better, let me know.
[X] What can you tell me about the mysterious shadowy figure I keep seeing spying on me?
[X] Can you just give me a rundown of the supernatural factions in the area from your point of view?
[X] Where's the best place to get more information on what I am and what I can do? Do you know anything about something like me?
[X] What was that thing and where did it come from?
[X] Is there anything we can do to rescue your people?
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[X] What was that thing and where did it come from?
[X] Is there anything we can do to rescue your people?
[X] So where's that info you promised me?
[X] Is there anything we can do to rescue your people?
[X] So where's that info you promised me?
Just so we're on the same page, but "where's that info you promised me?" Is happening right now. She promised to give you information in exchange for helping her. You helped her, so now she's willing to answer your questions about the hidden side of Boston.
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- Jersey
[X] What can you tell me about the mysterious shadowy figure I keep seeing spying on me?
[X] Can you just give me a rundown of the supernatural factions in the area from your point of view?
[X] Where's the best place to get more information on what I am and what I can do? Do you know anything about something like me?
If 3 is the limit on questions. If we can go further then
[X] What was that thing and where did it come from?
and
[X] Is there anything we can do to help rescue your people?
[X] Can you just give me a rundown of the supernatural factions in the area from your point of view?
[X] Where's the best place to get more information on what I am and what I can do? Do you know anything about something like me?
If 3 is the limit on questions. If we can go further then
[X] What was that thing and where did it come from?
and
[X] Is there anything we can do to help rescue your people?
- Location
- In my Lair, on my Hoard
[X] What can you tell me about the mysterious shadowy figure I keep seeing spying on me?
[X] Can you just give me a rundown of the supernatural factions in the area from your point of view?
[X] Where's the best place to get more information on what I am and what I can do? Do you know anything about something like me?
[X] What was that thing and where did it come from?
[X] Can you just give me a rundown of the supernatural factions in the area from your point of view?
[X] Where's the best place to get more information on what I am and what I can do? Do you know anything about something like me?
[X] What was that thing and where did it come from?
Story Post 15
[x] Write in
"I guess first and foremost, what the hell was that?" Malcom asked, gesturing at the remains of the Huntsman he had killed. The pile of ashes were glowing slightly, but the light was slowly fading. "And where did it come from?"
"A Huntsmen, a servant of the Fae who's job is to hunt down runaway Changelings and bring them back to their master." Abigail said her voice dripping with contempt. "They come from Arcadia, the place where the True Fae live and rule. Every Changeling was once a normal person who was kidnapped by the Fae and changed to serve them. When they escape, they send the Huntsmen after them to get them back."
"Well that's fucking bullshit. How do we get them back?" Malcom asked, the notion that otherworldly monsters were snatching people away rankled him. It wasn't right.
"We don't." Abigail said her own anger matching his. "The Fae are practically invincible in Arcadia. The most we can do is drive them off and make it hurt too much to come after us again. If they get caught again, like Jeffery was," She looked at the glittering pile of amber that remained of the Changeling that the Huntsman had stabbed "then there isn't much we can do to get them back."
Malcom didn't say anything to this, and Abigail didn't elaborate further. This was her area of expertise, and while Malcom had a soul-deep feeling that something could be done eventually, he had no clue where to start, and other concerns on his mind at the moment.
"Alright, tell me about Boston, from your perspective." Malcom said, shifting the topic to something more immediate.
"Boston sucks." Abigail said flatly. "The mages and the vampires control everything, the Werewolves don't care about anything other than keeping the spirits in line. If you make too much trouble for anyone, you go missing and if your friends and family are lucky your body will turn up a few weeks later. The only way to be safe is to be powerful or organized, and the agreement between the vamps and mages have made that impossible these days."
That was more or less what Naomi had told him, so it was good to have that information confirmed by a third party. From what Abigail had mentioned earlier the vampire-mage alliance were taking the wait and see approach with him, so as long as he didn't do anything to antagonize them further he might be able to stay under their radar and work towards his own goals. As soon as he decided on them, though. He needed more information first.
"Tell me about the werewolves." Malcom said. "I've heard people mention them, but I haven't encountered any of them yet."
"It's good that you haven't." Abigail said. "They're extremely territorial, and just as likely to tear out your throat than tell you to get off their turf. There's around four different packs in the city right now, and all of them are tolerated by the vampires because they only care about the spirit world, which vampires don't want anything to do with."
"If I wanted to meet a werewolf, how would I go about doing that?"
Abigail shrugged. "I don't know. The boundaries of their territories keep changing, so your best bet is to just walk around the city at random until you bump in to one and hope it's in a talking mood and not a face eating mood. I do know they use Franklin Park as a neutral ground, so if you really want to find them, try going there."
That made sense. Franklin Park was were he had taken Maggie a few times, and each time he had been followed by something big and dog-like staying in the shadows. It was an option if he wanted to try and make contact.
"Alright, I'll kep it in mind. Lately someone has been watching me when I'm in my apartment. Do you have any idea who it might be?"
Abigail's face flickered with irritation. "How should I know? I don't stick their noses in everyone's business, that's the mages. Changelings stick to ourselves."
"Alright alright, sorry." Malcom said, holding up his hands in a placating gesture. "One last thing. I think we both know that I'm... weird, by the current standards of supernatural Boston. Is there someplace I could go to find out more about what I am?"
"Yes, but this isn't fucking Harry Potter, Malcom. If you go to the Goblin Markets, be prepared to pay with more than just money."
"Sounds like Harry Potter if the place is run by goblins." Malcom said with a smirk.
Abigail gave him a look of disgust, apparently unamused by his joke. "No, it's a free for all. Used to be Changelings only with Changeling rules, but these days you'll find everyone there, including people who might have cause to kill you. Remember that bitch, Pricilla? She had friends, and I'll bet you that some of them would love to take a shot at you there."
Malcom sobered at the thought. "I'll be careful, then. Where can I find this Goblin Market?"
Abigail gave him an address, as well as instructions on how to get there. As he wrote the instructions down, Malcom noticed that the instructions were a mix of contradictory and flat out impossible, which probably meant magic bullshit.
"Can I level with you for a second?" Abigail said once Malcom was done. "What you did back there, taking down that Huntsman? That was big, really big."
Malcom nodded, wondering where this was going.
"I've spent the last few months trying to keep everyone together after the Courts were run out of town, but we're barely hanging on. Then you come along and throw down with our own version of the boogyman, then only ask for a few bits of trivia in exchange."
"I wasn't trying to get you to owe me." Malcom interrupted, "I was just trying to do the right thing."
"I know. We're not fighters, we survive by trickery and keeping a low profile." Abigail stopped and took a breath, and for the first time she didn't look angry or vaguely irritated. Instead she looked almost uncomfortable. "When you killed Pricilla, and I gave you my advice. I did that because I didn't want to owe you. I didn't want you hanging that over our heads. But you wouldn't have done that, would you?"
Malcom shook his head. "Not my style. Tracking debts and favors is too much work."
"I didn't think so." Abigail said, the look of discomfort easing slightly, but not fading. "So, look. I know 'bitch' is sorta my default mood, but I do want to thank you for what you did. You saved the lives of everyone here, including mine. If you ever need help, we'll do what we can to repay you. Alright?"
Abigail held out her hand, and Malcom took it after a moments pause. He hadn't expected this sudden show of sincerity from her. It was pretty nice, not dealing with her bitchy side for once. Maybe he had misjudged her.
"Right, well, enough mushy shit. I have a group of idiots to keep in line and you have things to do. I'll see you later, if you don't get yourself killed." Abigail said, breaking the handshake after less than a second. She walked away from him without another word, leaving Malcom for Tom and Lindsey, who were waiting for her. Tom gave him a respectful nod, and Lindsey waved at him before the three of them departed.
Malcom spared one last look for the now cool ash pile that was the former Huntsman, reflecting on what had happened. He had leads now, and a better understanding of how the city operated.
What do you do next?
[] Attempt to contact the Werewolves
[] Visit the Goblin Market
[] Contact Naomi with his reply
[] Write in
"I guess first and foremost, what the hell was that?" Malcom asked, gesturing at the remains of the Huntsman he had killed. The pile of ashes were glowing slightly, but the light was slowly fading. "And where did it come from?"
"A Huntsmen, a servant of the Fae who's job is to hunt down runaway Changelings and bring them back to their master." Abigail said her voice dripping with contempt. "They come from Arcadia, the place where the True Fae live and rule. Every Changeling was once a normal person who was kidnapped by the Fae and changed to serve them. When they escape, they send the Huntsmen after them to get them back."
"Well that's fucking bullshit. How do we get them back?" Malcom asked, the notion that otherworldly monsters were snatching people away rankled him. It wasn't right.
"We don't." Abigail said her own anger matching his. "The Fae are practically invincible in Arcadia. The most we can do is drive them off and make it hurt too much to come after us again. If they get caught again, like Jeffery was," She looked at the glittering pile of amber that remained of the Changeling that the Huntsman had stabbed "then there isn't much we can do to get them back."
Malcom didn't say anything to this, and Abigail didn't elaborate further. This was her area of expertise, and while Malcom had a soul-deep feeling that something could be done eventually, he had no clue where to start, and other concerns on his mind at the moment.
"Alright, tell me about Boston, from your perspective." Malcom said, shifting the topic to something more immediate.
"Boston sucks." Abigail said flatly. "The mages and the vampires control everything, the Werewolves don't care about anything other than keeping the spirits in line. If you make too much trouble for anyone, you go missing and if your friends and family are lucky your body will turn up a few weeks later. The only way to be safe is to be powerful or organized, and the agreement between the vamps and mages have made that impossible these days."
That was more or less what Naomi had told him, so it was good to have that information confirmed by a third party. From what Abigail had mentioned earlier the vampire-mage alliance were taking the wait and see approach with him, so as long as he didn't do anything to antagonize them further he might be able to stay under their radar and work towards his own goals. As soon as he decided on them, though. He needed more information first.
"Tell me about the werewolves." Malcom said. "I've heard people mention them, but I haven't encountered any of them yet."
"It's good that you haven't." Abigail said. "They're extremely territorial, and just as likely to tear out your throat than tell you to get off their turf. There's around four different packs in the city right now, and all of them are tolerated by the vampires because they only care about the spirit world, which vampires don't want anything to do with."
"If I wanted to meet a werewolf, how would I go about doing that?"
Abigail shrugged. "I don't know. The boundaries of their territories keep changing, so your best bet is to just walk around the city at random until you bump in to one and hope it's in a talking mood and not a face eating mood. I do know they use Franklin Park as a neutral ground, so if you really want to find them, try going there."
That made sense. Franklin Park was were he had taken Maggie a few times, and each time he had been followed by something big and dog-like staying in the shadows. It was an option if he wanted to try and make contact.
"Alright, I'll kep it in mind. Lately someone has been watching me when I'm in my apartment. Do you have any idea who it might be?"
Abigail's face flickered with irritation. "How should I know? I don't stick their noses in everyone's business, that's the mages. Changelings stick to ourselves."
"Alright alright, sorry." Malcom said, holding up his hands in a placating gesture. "One last thing. I think we both know that I'm... weird, by the current standards of supernatural Boston. Is there someplace I could go to find out more about what I am?"
"Yes, but this isn't fucking Harry Potter, Malcom. If you go to the Goblin Markets, be prepared to pay with more than just money."
"Sounds like Harry Potter if the place is run by goblins." Malcom said with a smirk.
Abigail gave him a look of disgust, apparently unamused by his joke. "No, it's a free for all. Used to be Changelings only with Changeling rules, but these days you'll find everyone there, including people who might have cause to kill you. Remember that bitch, Pricilla? She had friends, and I'll bet you that some of them would love to take a shot at you there."
Malcom sobered at the thought. "I'll be careful, then. Where can I find this Goblin Market?"
Abigail gave him an address, as well as instructions on how to get there. As he wrote the instructions down, Malcom noticed that the instructions were a mix of contradictory and flat out impossible, which probably meant magic bullshit.
"Can I level with you for a second?" Abigail said once Malcom was done. "What you did back there, taking down that Huntsman? That was big, really big."
Malcom nodded, wondering where this was going.
"I've spent the last few months trying to keep everyone together after the Courts were run out of town, but we're barely hanging on. Then you come along and throw down with our own version of the boogyman, then only ask for a few bits of trivia in exchange."
"I wasn't trying to get you to owe me." Malcom interrupted, "I was just trying to do the right thing."
"I know. We're not fighters, we survive by trickery and keeping a low profile." Abigail stopped and took a breath, and for the first time she didn't look angry or vaguely irritated. Instead she looked almost uncomfortable. "When you killed Pricilla, and I gave you my advice. I did that because I didn't want to owe you. I didn't want you hanging that over our heads. But you wouldn't have done that, would you?"
Malcom shook his head. "Not my style. Tracking debts and favors is too much work."
"I didn't think so." Abigail said, the look of discomfort easing slightly, but not fading. "So, look. I know 'bitch' is sorta my default mood, but I do want to thank you for what you did. You saved the lives of everyone here, including mine. If you ever need help, we'll do what we can to repay you. Alright?"
Abigail held out her hand, and Malcom took it after a moments pause. He hadn't expected this sudden show of sincerity from her. It was pretty nice, not dealing with her bitchy side for once. Maybe he had misjudged her.
"Right, well, enough mushy shit. I have a group of idiots to keep in line and you have things to do. I'll see you later, if you don't get yourself killed." Abigail said, breaking the handshake after less than a second. She walked away from him without another word, leaving Malcom for Tom and Lindsey, who were waiting for her. Tom gave him a respectful nod, and Lindsey waved at him before the three of them departed.
Malcom spared one last look for the now cool ash pile that was the former Huntsman, reflecting on what had happened. He had leads now, and a better understanding of how the city operated.
What do you do next?
[] Attempt to contact the Werewolves
[] Visit the Goblin Market
[] Contact Naomi with his reply
[] Write in
LinkOnScepter
The One who Strangles Concepts to death
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- Interwebs
[] Attempt to contact the Werewolves
- [] Try to be friendly, and simply build up a relationship.
- [] Why are they so focused on the spirit world? What's so important about it that they need four different packs to deal with it? And why are they all ignoring the other factions' actions within the city?
[X] Contact Naomi with his reply
-[X] I'm in.
- [] Try to be friendly, and simply build up a relationship.
- [] Why are they so focused on the spirit world? What's so important about it that they need four different packs to deal with it? And why are they all ignoring the other factions' actions within the city?
[X] Contact Naomi with his reply
-[X] I'm in.
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Aw shoot, I tried to time my update so that this wouldn't happen. Sorry about that.
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I was more than a little worried you had stopped updating. Glad to know I was wrong.
And it's not your fault.
No worries, hopefully you enjoyed the fight scene. It was one of my favorite posts to write because other than All Encompassing Sorcerer's sight, I manage to work in every charm or skill upgrade you guys picked for Malcom.
LinkOnScepter
The One who Strangles Concepts to death
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I just figured there was something we could do with them. If they're focused with the Spirit World, being a Zenith might help us.
Then again, I don't know much about the WoD Spirit World so I'm not sure.
Kinda realized I made a derp when giving out the choices. If you're going to contact Naomi to give a reply, please be sure to specify yea or nay to joining her.
Also specify what you'd like to do if you decide to contact the werewolves. They aren't about to tell you anything new if you're just looking for general information.
I'm also assuming that if you decide to go to the Goblin Market, you're going to be looking for information on what exactly you are. If not, let me know.
Also specify what you'd like to do if you decide to contact the werewolves. They aren't about to tell you anything new if you're just looking for general information.
I'm also assuming that if you decide to go to the Goblin Market, you're going to be looking for information on what exactly you are. If not, let me know.
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- florida
Were favored by the (incredibly rare) sun spirits. (Probably)
Helios and Luna have an amicable, if terse relationship with each other. (Usually)
Werewolves will likely neither know, nor care about any of this.
I feel like stopping the city from burning down should be more important than learning what we are. Especially at the moment. Because that what we spec'd for.
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- In my Lair, on my Hoard
[X] Attempt to contact the Werewolves
- [X] Try to be friendly, and simply build up a relationship.
- [X] Why are they so focused on the spirit world? What's so important about it that they need four different packs to deal with it? And why are they all ignoring the other factions' actions within the city?
So, accepting Naomi's offer is sounding more and more appealing. But before we do so, I'd like to at least make friends with the werewolf packs first. If we can do that before we join up with the government spooks, then they'll be more likely to listen to us and not ignore us outright for being aligned with TFV.
Plus, I'm certain they'll provide another perspective on the supernatural scene in Boston which we can use when figuring out our goals and next-steps.
And I'm half-certain that our powers will eventually become useful when dealing with spirits, should we eventually get the charms necessary for dealing with spirits and the like. All Encompassing Sorcerer's Sight already helps with finding and noticing them, but I get the feeling that werewolves would really appreciate making friends with us when we later learn the Twilight charm for shredding malevolent spirits with our bare hands and using their raw essences to gain strength...
Also, Sun and Moon dynamics. Their teachings might be of use to us later. Especially if they can teach us magic and sorcery that's not Supernal magic tied to the Watchtowers. We're a Zenith - a Priest of the Most HIgh. If anyone can deal with spirits and work with werewolves in matters of spirituality, it'd be a Zenith Caste Solar. And if we can make friends with them and learn from them... all the better.
- [X] Try to be friendly, and simply build up a relationship.
- [X] Why are they so focused on the spirit world? What's so important about it that they need four different packs to deal with it? And why are they all ignoring the other factions' actions within the city?
So, accepting Naomi's offer is sounding more and more appealing. But before we do so, I'd like to at least make friends with the werewolf packs first. If we can do that before we join up with the government spooks, then they'll be more likely to listen to us and not ignore us outright for being aligned with TFV.
Plus, I'm certain they'll provide another perspective on the supernatural scene in Boston which we can use when figuring out our goals and next-steps.
And I'm half-certain that our powers will eventually become useful when dealing with spirits, should we eventually get the charms necessary for dealing with spirits and the like. All Encompassing Sorcerer's Sight already helps with finding and noticing them, but I get the feeling that werewolves would really appreciate making friends with us when we later learn the Twilight charm for shredding malevolent spirits with our bare hands and using their raw essences to gain strength...
Also, Sun and Moon dynamics. Their teachings might be of use to us later. Especially if they can teach us magic and sorcery that's not Supernal magic tied to the Watchtowers. We're a Zenith - a Priest of the Most HIgh. If anyone can deal with spirits and work with werewolves in matters of spirituality, it'd be a Zenith Caste Solar. And if we can make friends with them and learn from them... all the better.
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LinkOnScepter
The One who Strangles Concepts to death
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- Interwebs
So I edited my vote for the Werewolves. Place holder for the most part. If anyone has a better one, post it.
Cause the QM said:
Cause the QM said:
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