The Divine Always Walks Among Us: A Scion Quest

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For whatever reason it keeps deleting the B
 
I got it fixed, as well as the weird bold issue.

@gale Is there a better way for the voting to be formated, but I was hoping for a simple elimination vote: (A, 3, G, 9)
 
[X] Plan Occult
-[X] Sir
-[X] I'm a theology and supernatural incident response agent. I help out when dealing with priests or sorcerers, and their cults or guilds, or denizens such as Centaurs...or Valkyries like you. (Path Divine Dealmaker: Culture; Occult; Integrity
-[X] I'm actually from the boonies, rural Illinois, but close. Farm boy through and through, even if New Haven was basically run by a cult from the South Side. Hard work, followed by sermons. (All-American Deist: Occult, Athletics, Pilot)
-[X] Æsir — The Norse Gods of Scandinavia (Close Combat, Occult, Purview: Wyld)
 
[X] Plan: A humble man of deals
-[X) Sir
-[X] I'm a theology and supernatural incident response agent. I help out when dealing with priests or sorcerers, and their cults or guilds, or denizens such as Centaurs...or Valkyries like you. (Path Divine Dealmaker: Culture; Occult; Integrity
-[X] I'm actually from the boonies, rural Illinois, but close. Farm boy through and through, even if New Haven was basically run by a cult from the South Side. Hard work, followed by sermons. (All-American Deist: Occult, Athletics, Pilot)
-[X] Yazata - The Zorotarian Gods (Integrity, Leadership. Purview: Asha)
 
[x] Coming from the Bottom Now we Here
[x] Sir
[x] "I'm a lawyer; I don't actually defend them or even go to court, outside of getting or certifying paperwork now and than, buy I help advise clients of what they could do legally and prepare various types of contracts: NDAs, Liability, ect. " (Role Path Devil's Advocate: Academics; Persuasion; Empathy)
[x] Yeah, uh...my family is very proud of me, first one in my family to make it college! [Hard Knocks Life: Close Combat; Academics; Athletics)
[x] Tuatha Dé Danann — The Irish Gods (Close Combat, Culture. Purview: Geass)

I like the idea of a character who sort of comes up from the lower side of things to make something of themselves, but still has a lot of scrappiness in them. That and Geass fits waaaay to well for a Lawyer
 
I think I should write up what those unique previews are
 
I'll have the Purviews post up tonight, but I want know if anyone else has any questions
 
A little bit about Signature Purviews
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    • A little bit about Signature Purview

    First, like other Purviews like Sun, Order, Ferfility, or Epic Strength it isn't just a dot on a character sheet that helps your pools. It's access to a facet of the World and reality, as well as a way to get neat RPG powers. It's 'limited' to Pantheons, but that's a thin defintion and 'only' requires you to get in good with another Pantheon. Rare, but Cross-Pantheon pollunation happens all the time. Mithra an d Irsis are also members of the Theoi for example, and Hercules is part of the Abrahamic pantheon despite...the whole monothesim and racism thing (Samson) and is also a member of the Kami! of Japan!

    So while harder to get access to, it's not impossible

    Wyld of Æsir: The Wyle promotes the experience and fixation of the Nornir (the Three Fates) consider perceivable. It makes destinies happen when the wielder 'wants' it to happen. It's let what Tyr trick Fenrir to chain him up (at the cost of his hand), let them cast the World Serpent into the sea, and let's Loki be tolerated. Others will try to fight fate, and so will they, but the Æsir can make destiny converage and interact in a place and time.

    Shuilá of Annuna: In ancient Mesopotamia, there were many kinds of prayer, but all were highly structured, weaving praise and laments with entreaties and thanksgiving. Whether written or incanted, these prayers call upon the authority of the god or goddess to whom they are directed, and it is no different for Scions, as they too are part of the heavenly hierarchy. Elevated above mortals, they are empowered to call directly upon the divine Authority of the Anunna, and as they climb that hierarchy may even gain the right to make those pronouncements themselves. Aka the ability of pure Authority

    Yoga of the Deva: Yoga. Yoga in this context is a set or system of religious exercises and activities designed to unmake the ego and elevate the self to divinity. Its ultimate reward is union with the Godhead and escape from the cycle of death and rebirth. Some practice karma yoga, the yoga of selfless action, which helps purify the self of hope for gain in order to help others more perfectly. Others practice jnana yoga, the yoga of selfless meditation, to dissociate from their own mind's pain and misery. Some practice bhakti yoga, the yoga of ecstatic love and devotion to divinity, as expressed via art, sex or other things. Some will practice two or even all three.

    Tianming of Shen: the proper ordering of the World via the celestial bureaucracy. At the head is the Jade Emperor, and from him flows all power down through countless positions, titles and responsibilities, providing the mandate of Heaven. Thus, the Shen are able to call on the hierarchy of Heaven and also control mortal bureaucracies, where are merely Worldly extensions or reflections of their ideal celestial model.

    Nextlahualli of Teōtl: A word literally meaning 'debt repayment'. It draws on the cycle of sacrifice, from people to god and from god to people. The Teotl sustain the world for humanity, and so their worshippers offer prayer and good and blood. This cyclical worship allows Scions of the Teotl to draw power from sacrifice and wield it on behalf of their people. Teotl members would do anything for their people, but they demand their people do and give anything up for them in return.

    Metamorphosis of Theoi: Come on, you know what this is. This Athena turning people into Spiders for pissing her off with their hubris and Zesus turning into animals to seduce women.

    Geasa of the Tuatha Dé Danann A geis is a ban or taboo that grants power when kept and dooms you when broken. These can be blessings, curses, sworn oaths, mandates or prohibitions. This could be anything from Cu Chulainn's inability to pass on hospitality or eat dog, or it might be nonsensical rules you have to follow to not offend the fae. Scions can lay geasa on others, but must always uphold their own.
     
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    • Next post will be a proper update, but I'm closing voting in 24 hours.

    Plan Occult is in the lead thanks to the Zoroastrian kinda vote.
     
    [X] Plan: A humble man of deals
    -[X) Sir
    -[X] I'm a theology and supernatural incident response agent. I help out when dealing with priests or sorcerers, and their cults or guilds, or denizens such as Centaurs...or Valkyries like you. (Path Divine Dealmaker: Culture; Occult; Integrity
    -[X]     I'm actually from the boonies, rural Illinois, but close. Farm boy through and through, even if New Haven was basically run by a cult from the South Side. Hard work, followed by sermons. (All-American Deist: Occult, Athletics, Pilot)
    -[X]     Yazata - The Zorotarian Gods (Integrity, Leadership. Purview: Asha)

    I am voting for this one because it is the most obscure deity's of the plans.
     
    Big Touble in Little Egypt
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    • [Plan Occult Wins. You have the Judge Calling]

    "Karl Trygg," you say, as you exit the elevator behind it. When you hear the new doors wheeze and clang together, you look back and see that somehow it's already back to the forth floor. That should have been impossible, given the there were dozens of floors to drop before reaching it. But Fate worked in weird ways, and it had a way of stinking on supernatural types like Kára Jarryd and her Valkyrie kin. Among others, though it was rare.

    Straightening out your jacket, you head inside and are greeted with almost customary chaos. Through the series of cubicles, men, women, and others were darting back and forth between their neighbors, printing machines, phones, and copy machines. A swarm of ants or bees would be the typical metaphor, but it didn't fit here. That implied some type of order here, when there was clearly none. No, it was like they were rushing out of a building that was either collapsing or aflame, scrounging about like they were running for their lives instead of a client. While far from a regular occurrence, you knew enough by now how to move through them when they were like this, and head towards your office. The second wave coming in from the elevators coming soon were going to have a harder time of, simply because they were going to have to but through each other as well. It was a lot like swimming, in that when going through a sea, it was easier without elbows slamming into your side or bellies smacking into your back while you were doing so.

    Walking into your small, but comparatively large for a first year agent, space you occupied in the middle of the byzantine maze of foldable walls. Besides the cheap Dell, only expecting White Sox and Night of the Hunter posters, a carved prayer marker to Baldur, Tyr, and Njörðr and a photo of your mother and large grouping of the members of New Haven cult. That's all there, but so is Minerva, arms folded under her breasts, jaw clamping down a stick or two of nicotine gum, and umber eyes glowering at you. She tried to give off the impression she had been waiting for awhile, but you knew the game and that tactic by heart. She probably saw you exit the elevator with the transfixing blond woman, and was a few feet away lecturing one of the people who had to work this Saturday anyway.

    "It's almost noon," Minerva says icily.

    Making a show out of pulling your phone out of your pocket and flipping to the time, which was still well before twelve, and then the time of the text, shortly before eleven. You smile, with fake sheepishness. "I made here during rush hour in forty minutes. On what was supposed to be my day off."

    "Am I eight again? Are we in the late eighties? Or did you lie and you're older than 23?" Minerva asks. She raises her nose in the air like she smelled a fart and darted her head back and forth around the cubicle as if she was looking for it's source. She looks back down at you, sneering openly. "Grow up kid, those days are long gone. I don't like it anymore than you, I have a life too you know. I'd like to get a round of golf in or have my nails done for a change. Coming in last minute when called last minute is fine, if you want to stay here until your sixty and get a small corner office until they forcibly retire you five years later. Or you can be waiting by your phone, ready and prove the trust I'm putting in you is well-placed."

    "What do you mean by that?" you ask, cocking an eyebrow.

    Minerva motions you to stand up with her left hand, and to follow with it as you do so, without sparing a glace backward. Instead she navigates herself towards the lower most exit to the stack of cubicles you two found yourselves in the middle of. There were four, one leading to the elevators and other exits, the top and leftmost which lead to a series of offices and offices with types of copy machines and office supplies. This one leads to the majority of water coolers, the two coffee machines, and the lunch room were; before you were hired, it had become the impromptu prep rally or office news pulpit, for Minerva or the other honchos here to lay out off the cuff war plans, legal upheavals, or just sudden changes of course. Either she was going to recount what the hell was happening in the Krawczar Enterprises, or with your arrival meant news she could finally announce.

    She whistles and waves around her hands, as if she was dragging everyone in the office's attention with them. The chattering and muttering come to heavy, grinding halt eventually. Conversation tapping off as people realized their co-workers attention was elsewhere, and employees taking a step or three before realizing they needed be where they were now, or had to move towards your side to hear this. Her eyes scan the room and she doesn't open her mouth again until she's sure nearly everyone is paying attention.

    "As you've no doubt heard on the news, whether that by on CNN, or from the Chicago Tribune or the Sun-Times by way of Facebook or Twitter, we have a problem. Throughout Little Egypt Krawczar Enterprises had be reopening coal mines, and opening new zinc and other mineral ones around the area, for twenty so years. They even got into the real estate game, building condominiums and shopping malls to capitalize on the revitalization of some of those sleepy, dying farming towns down in southern Illinois. Things were great, a win-win deal for all parties: the company and it's board were getting rich thanks to the clean coal, small business entrepreneurs were getting wealthy by serving this influx of people and money, and well residents and citizens got to see their owns come to life again and likewise make some cash themselves as their property values rose but taxes stayed down. Now some of the environmental types were less than happy and the local cults, the Historic fanatics mostly, were less than thrilled obviously, but we helped them cut some deals with both. We made sure they knew Krawczar were using the right scrubbers, made some nice donations to the right nature preserves, than we made sure we made the proper, accredited priests and shamans, than made the right sacrifices or correct rituals to make sure nothing was being profaned by their presence or business. Things got good again, we proved how important we were to Midwest and American consumer and citizen relations..." Minerva says, trailing off long enough for the Valkyrie in back to speak up.

    "Except maybe Krawczar should have spent less on a PR campaign, and more on say: making sure the mines were sealed correctly so they wouldn't leak into the groundwater springs or into the rivers nearby."

    Even a deaf grandmother could hear a pin drop with that, but Minerva continued pretending to be unbothered with that blunt remark, except for a cold look from her brown eyes that couldn't compare to the icy visage of the warrior-woman's. "Thank you, Ms. Jarryd. Yes, a flood occurred nine years back, causing massive overflow in some areas and environmental damage. The company was of course going to pay anyway to repair said damages, but the Governor and the feds got involved and it was revealed there had been some accidental discharge for some time. It was a nightmare, to be sure, but we put it bed. They compensated the victims and properly sealed and made sure they were safe as possible, without closing a single one, hired environmental clean up crews and stations....and now ghosts are popping up in a couple towns."

    That was was like putting lipstick on a Pitbull. Cancer rates shot up, Black Lung became an epidemic, along with a variety of other fatal or chronic diseases. And it wasn't a small amount of environmental damage either, with a lot of farmland or parks devastated by the flooding, and who knows what long term effects would happen down the line with the polluted groundwater in those areas. The government ended up helping Krawczar with the bills to the public at large, normal dirty Illinois politics there, but there was one area they didn't skip or force their obligations on someone else. Those fanatics Minerva mentioned, and their gods. They didn't just cut a check; the CEO Boris Krawszar and the most of the board, and a good chunk of the executives personally down to the boonies, participated in some rites and rituals of atonement, for weeks and sometimes months to make amends. A lot of religions and their cults down there from the 1860's to the 1930's to escape discrimination, but three stuck the fuck out: Annuna, Theoi, and Teotl. All of them were very different, but more than any other you did not mess with their followers or break oaths to them. For very different reasons mind you; the Olympians despised the hubris and blasphemy of such a thing, a lot of the more disgusting members of the animal kingdom could attest to that, and the Teotl might demand much of their followers but they loved them even more, and if they cut their hearts out of people they admired, you didn't want to be on their bad side. The gods of Mesopotamia...well didn't take kindly to anyone not following their orders, period. At least you thought they did, and you were pretty sure Phintias & Damon Public Relations knew better than to get in bed with them unless they were lied to.

    It was worse than suicide than to try the old "Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me." shit with any of them.

    Minerva continues, "That's why I'm assigning teams to go down there and try to crush this in the crib. Romero and Wolfe, you're going down to Cairo. Willamson and Wu, you two to Palestine. Now, New Athens is were the most activity is reported and we are hearing that there might be some missing people involved. So I'm sending Henry Halsey and Karl Trygg, with Ms. Jarryd for protection. I want all of you to talk to the residents to find out what's going on, to the local officials to calm them the hell down, and for Mr. Trygg here to see if the undead could be reasoned with. I'm not expecting any of you to solve this on your own, but it would be nice if you could stanch the bleeding we are experiencing here."

    A lot of eyes, subtly and not, turn to you. There were only one other person in this office in your field, but he was far more experienced then you, there were two in Indiana, four or five in Ohio, and one Detroit and Minneapolis each, and all had as much or more than him. Either Minerva suddenly thought you were the hottest shit in the world, was politicking again a rookie because you slightly annoyed her time to time, or there was a running clock she didn't want to admit to on this bullshit. Or hell, all of the above somehow. If you managed to 'reward the trust' placed in you by the company, as Minerva alluded to earlier, it'd be a damned miracle.

    She continues, eyes locking on yours for a second. You couldn't tell if she was mocking you, or slightly apologizing to you. Again, maybe both."You should all go back to your homes, pack and discuss this with your loved ones, but we expect you to be there and on duty by Sunday mourning at 8 AM, and keeping us informed. We already have booked you motel rooms if you'll be needing them, they should be emailed to you in the next half hour. Good luck ladies and gentlemen."


    Choose Two: Top Two Win
    [A] Wait until the crowd breaks up and ask Minerva what the fuck is she thinking with choosing you for this assignment. [Empathy + Manipulation: Very High Dice Pool]
    Head to your desk and to your computer. Look through the internet and company files to learn more about New Athens and what's going on there. [Technology + Intellect: Mid Dice Pool]
    [C] Your hometown is near there, Mom was a skald (a poet/bard priest) and occasionally had interfaith breakfasts with clergy in the area. She might know something (No Roll needed, but mom might insist you come back home rather than go to a motel)
    [D] Kára Jarryd had to know something, maybe more than Minerva even. Ask her to tell you what HQ really expected from this. Also if it was more dangerous than they were letting on. [Persuasion+Manipulation: Very High Dice Pool]
    [E] Tell Halsey you didn't ask for this; that this wasn't some weird ladder climbing move on your part. See what he thinks of this too. [No Roll Needed]
    [F] Insert Suggestion Here
     
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    • Plan Occult wins, as voting had closed. Sorry guys!
     
    [X] Your hometown is near there, Mom was a skald (a poet/bard priest) and occasionally had interfaith breakfasts with clergy in the area. She might know something (No Roll needed, but mom might insist you come back home rather than go to a motel)
    [X] Kára Jarryd had to know something, maybe more than Minerva even. Ask her to tell you what HQ really expected from this. Also if it was more dangerous than they were letting on. [Persuasion+Manipulation: Very High Dice Pool]
     
    Blah. I will have a character sheet up tonight or tomorrow
     
    [X] Your hometown is near there, Mom was a skald (a poet/bard priest) and occasionally had interfaith breakfasts with clergy in the area. She might know something (No Roll needed, but mom might insist you come back home rather than go to a motel)
    [X] Kára Jarryd had to know something, maybe more than Minerva even. Ask her to tell you what HQ really expected from this. Also if it was more dangerous than they were letting on. [Persuasion+Manipulation: Very High Dice Pool]
     
    [X] Wait until the crowd breaks up and ask Minerva what the fuck is she thinking with choosing you for this assignment. [Empathy + Manipulation: Very High Dice Pool]
    [X] Kára Jarryd had to know something, maybe more than Minerva even. Ask her to tell you what HQ really expected from this. Also if it was more dangerous than they were letting on. [Persuasion+Manipulation: Very High Dice Pool]
     
    [X] Your hometown is near there, Mom was a skald (a poet/bard priest) and occasionally had interfaith breakfasts with clergy in the area. She might know something (No Roll needed, but mom might insist you come back home rather than go to a motel)
    [X] Kára Jarryd had to know something, maybe more than Minerva even. Ask her to tell you what HQ really expected from this. Also if it was more dangerous than they were letting on. [Persuasion+Manipulation: Very High Dice Pool]
     
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