- Location
- Somewhere!
- Pronouns
- She/Her
[X] She could always send someone…
-[X] Ask King Stoneguts to show up and help out…
-[X] Ask King Stoneguts to show up and help out…
The Lost Files (C:TL/Dresden Files) (CK2-ish)
- Thread starter The Laurent
- Start date
[X] Cora could go herself. It would certainly be faster, though it would place her in the position of actually being in some level of danger. In theory, at least. It depends on what they have planned, obviously.
pantherasapiens
you were always my best friend
- Location
- somewhere over your shoulder
[X] Cora could go herself. It would certainly be faster, though it would place her in the position of actually being in some level of danger. In theory, at least. It depends on what they have planned, obviously.
deadcrystal
Slaaneshi Cultist
- Location
- The Warp
Well the fiddler is officially a super creep, really want that guy dealt with ASAP.
Got to wonder as well what the deal is with the women who are helping, just hired muscle or people he's got mind-controlled with his fiddle or something? Probably caught a lot of people over however long he has been operating, gonna have to see about getting them free of him, and not just for the advantage of stripping him of 'allies'.
Got to wonder as well what the deal is with the women who are helping, just hired muscle or people he's got mind-controlled with his fiddle or something? Probably caught a lot of people over however long he has been operating, gonna have to see about getting them free of him, and not just for the advantage of stripping him of 'allies'.
Sworl
Sparky
[X] She could always send someone…
-[X] A few fall-court bruisers.
Canonicly, is there a reason most wizards don't seem to make use of the put-them-to-sleep trick?
-[X] A few fall-court bruisers.
Canonicly, is there a reason most wizards don't seem to make use of the put-them-to-sleep trick?
[X] Cora could go herself. It would certainly be faster, though it would place her in the position of actually being in some level of danger. In theory, at least. It depends on what they have planned, obviously.
-[X] Grab anyone useful along the way. Send someone less useful to tell King Stoneguts if practical.
-[X] Grab anyone useful along the way. Send someone less useful to tell King Stoneguts if practical.
People who are violently attacking aren't very inclined to sleep. Also, mental invasion seems to work best with touch or eye-contact.
- Location
- Tarn-Vedra
[X] She could always send someone…
-[X] Ask King Stoneguts to show up and help out…
-[X] Ask King Stoneguts to show up and help out…
You can't use it any stronger without going to straight out mind magic(which is against the Laws of Magic and turns you gradually into a psychopath) and ignoring free will.
The sleep spell is basically a suggestion of "You are tired, this is comfortable, this is safe". Anyone exerting their will can resist it.
You want Wizard sleep without breaking the Laws, you're gonna need to learn about chemistry, biology and drugs and then just do a spell that puts sleeping drugs in the air/lowers the oxygen.
- Pronouns
- They/Them
Vote closes tonight, I think? How many votes do we have?
Arkatekt
Harbinger of Shitluck
Abut this many.
Vote Tally : The Lost Files (C:TL/Dresden Files) (CK2-ish) | Page 70 | Sufficient Velocity
##### NetTally 1.7.4
[X] She could always send someone…
-[X] Ask King Stoneguts to show up and help out…
No. of Votes: 5
[X] Cora could go herself. It would certainly be faster, though it would place her in the position of actually being in some level of danger. In theory, at least. It depends on what they have planned, obviously.
No. of Votes: 3
[X] Write-in
-[X] Cora should go herself but no need to only go alone call up some Fall bruisers for backup. I mean we are the squishy mage type.
No. of Votes: 1
[X] She could always send someone…
-[X] A few fall-court bruisers.
No. of Votes: 1
[X] Cora could go herself. It would certainly be faster, though it would place her in the position of actually being in some level of danger. In theory, at least. It depends on what they have planned, obviously.
-[X] Grab anyone useful along the way. Send someone less useful to tell King Stoneguts if practical.
No. of Votes: 1
Total No. of Voters: 11
##### NetTally 1.7.4
[X] She could always send someone…
-[X] Ask King Stoneguts to show up and help out…
No. of Votes: 5
[X] Cora could go herself. It would certainly be faster, though it would place her in the position of actually being in some level of danger. In theory, at least. It depends on what they have planned, obviously.
No. of Votes: 3
[X] Write-in
-[X] Cora should go herself but no need to only go alone call up some Fall bruisers for backup. I mean we are the squishy mage type.
No. of Votes: 1
[X] She could always send someone…
-[X] A few fall-court bruisers.
No. of Votes: 1
[X] Cora could go herself. It would certainly be faster, though it would place her in the position of actually being in some level of danger. In theory, at least. It depends on what they have planned, obviously.
-[X] Grab anyone useful along the way. Send someone less useful to tell King Stoneguts if practical.
No. of Votes: 1
Total No. of Voters: 11
- Pronouns
- They/Them
Alright, vote closed, finally got started on writing.
...Yeah, today's not going to be very productive, relatively speaking.
...Yeah, today's not going to be very productive, relatively speaking.
Turn 5--The Feast of the Damned, Part 2
- Pronouns
- They/Them
Turn 5--The Feast of the Damned, Part 2
[X] She could always send someone…
-[X] Ask King Stoneguts to show up and help out…
There is always war. Close the blinds and shutters if you want, lie to yourself in the dark of the night that you were safe, but the Winter court knew that you weren't. When the True Fae or the enemies of the Freehold came, it was his Court that knew how to hide, how to survive the killing winters.
It wasn't winter yet, though, and perhaps there was still some warmth left.
Stoneguts was trailed a little farther back by Harry and Scary, a pair of Winter Court enforces who would do if all else failed. Of course, they'd have to stay far enough back that it wouldn't look like three tough-looking black men bounding up the stairs of a relatively respectable apartment building.
From what Cora had said, there were far bigger problems than that assailing the Wizard, but one never knew. Besides, he definitely would be bringing violence down on the apartment, though it was too late to stop it.
Stoneguts looked at the building as he approached, evaluating it, and said, "Back's going to be unlocked."
It was obvious, really, and he leapt over the fence in a single bound, not wanting to bother walking all around the apartment building, which was in good repair but looked as if it had perhaps been going a little downhill. He didn't want for them to follow, so sure was he that they would, and instead he thought about what he'd do.
He had armor on, though from the outside it looked like nothing more than a padded shirt. It looked a little fatter than he was, adding on fake huskiness as part of its Mask. But it'd just about stop a bullet from anything short of a military-grade gun, or at least blunt it enough that it wouldn't matter so much.
Up the stairs he went, dark and light alternating and mixing as he tried to consider the situation. Cora Graves had asked for help, and that meant he'd give it, but he also had to consider his own monarchy and rule.
Winter Court weren't a bunch of snitches, and trusting or revealing this sort of information to outsiders, and yet Cora Graves had clearly placed a lot of trust, relative to how she normally acted, in this Gabe.
It made Stoneguts wonder whether Cora Graves had a long-term plan that involved Gabe. He knew that she was no doubt still trying to figure out how to incorporate the woman, but if he knew her, and he did he thought as he took the stairs two at a time, hearing the stairway open below him, his backup already on his way, she had at least a few ideas for how to manipulate and gain advantage from this 'White Council.'
At the moment, though, they knew nothing that could be used, and more than that, there were people's lives on the line. King Stoneguts had never shared Cora's secret compassion, the way she'd act as if she were making cold calculations but then bring in her desire to see people happy into it.
Self-control and having a code, a way to live and a way to control your life, that was important. But sometimes he thought that her mercy and her soft heart beneath all of that keen intelligence would be the death of her.
Someone's else's death was on the line as he reached the third floor and opened the door, seeing three women and a man standing in front of the door.
One of the women, a tanned, attractive looking woman in shorts, was swinging an axe at the door.
But somehow the door wasn't going down. It seemed to creak and groan and bend, but swing after swing crashed into it, and nothing happened.
There also weren't any neighbors coming out to check or, apparently, calling the cops. It was loud, but slowly King Stoneguts began to realize what was probably blocking the noise. It sounded like music, but distant and faded.
The second figure was a short girl with a handgun that she was holding as if she barely knew how to use it. The third was a teenage girl wearing a baseball uniform. She was tall, though, and held the bat with surprising precision. And at the back was a...interesting.
A very familiar man indeed. He had never seen him before, but King Stoneguts knew him by description. St. Martin, the killer and hitman of the Whites. King Stoneguts paused, and knew that this meant that this was business, and more than that, dangerous business indeed.
The wrong move could have him in a fight with a supernatural assassin who, by all accounts, was both dangerous and vicious.
Coldly, King Stoneguts ran through his options, knowing he had at least a few moments before they turned around and noticed him.
His men were a second or two behind him, at this point.
He pushed out his senses. The metal whispered to him in the ways, it pulsed in his mind as he grasped the sense of it. Metal, fire, water, shadows and light, he was a master of elements, someone who fought well both at a distance and close up, and he quickly was able to evaluate what the shape of metal was.
St. Martin had a pistol, safety off and loaded, concealed, as well as a second unloaded in a side pocket of the coat he was wearing. The woman with the gun too had it loaded and with the safety off.
So, Plan:
[] Tug the gun out of the woman's hand with his powers over metal and then engage the enemy at a distance, waiting for/using the backup to act against them.
[] Cloak himself in the fury of the elements, in ice and lightning and power, resorting even to a form made entirely of flames or stone if need be, and attack right away. The downside is that this does have an increased chance of doing lasting damage to women who are probably victims of some form of mind-control. Care will have to be shown.
[] Hey you!: Armoring himself against supernatural fear and surrounding himself in the sorrow of Winter itself, and calling upon his stone-hard will, he could sneak up on them and begin the fight up close and personal. Knock out the normal humans by surprise and force, and give his backup time to arrive and hopefully threaten St. Martin enough that he'd flee.
[] Write-in. Keep it relatively general.
******
A/N: I'm trying to be general, since I'm not sure about publishing huge amounts of WW material...I mean, more than has already been done in me typing all of this up. So, uh, ask questions about what he can do and I can give answers.
[X] She could always send someone…
-[X] Ask King Stoneguts to show up and help out…
There is always war. Close the blinds and shutters if you want, lie to yourself in the dark of the night that you were safe, but the Winter court knew that you weren't. When the True Fae or the enemies of the Freehold came, it was his Court that knew how to hide, how to survive the killing winters.
It wasn't winter yet, though, and perhaps there was still some warmth left.
Stoneguts was trailed a little farther back by Harry and Scary, a pair of Winter Court enforces who would do if all else failed. Of course, they'd have to stay far enough back that it wouldn't look like three tough-looking black men bounding up the stairs of a relatively respectable apartment building.
From what Cora had said, there were far bigger problems than that assailing the Wizard, but one never knew. Besides, he definitely would be bringing violence down on the apartment, though it was too late to stop it.
Stoneguts looked at the building as he approached, evaluating it, and said, "Back's going to be unlocked."
It was obvious, really, and he leapt over the fence in a single bound, not wanting to bother walking all around the apartment building, which was in good repair but looked as if it had perhaps been going a little downhill. He didn't want for them to follow, so sure was he that they would, and instead he thought about what he'd do.
He had armor on, though from the outside it looked like nothing more than a padded shirt. It looked a little fatter than he was, adding on fake huskiness as part of its Mask. But it'd just about stop a bullet from anything short of a military-grade gun, or at least blunt it enough that it wouldn't matter so much.
Up the stairs he went, dark and light alternating and mixing as he tried to consider the situation. Cora Graves had asked for help, and that meant he'd give it, but he also had to consider his own monarchy and rule.
Winter Court weren't a bunch of snitches, and trusting or revealing this sort of information to outsiders, and yet Cora Graves had clearly placed a lot of trust, relative to how she normally acted, in this Gabe.
It made Stoneguts wonder whether Cora Graves had a long-term plan that involved Gabe. He knew that she was no doubt still trying to figure out how to incorporate the woman, but if he knew her, and he did he thought as he took the stairs two at a time, hearing the stairway open below him, his backup already on his way, she had at least a few ideas for how to manipulate and gain advantage from this 'White Council.'
At the moment, though, they knew nothing that could be used, and more than that, there were people's lives on the line. King Stoneguts had never shared Cora's secret compassion, the way she'd act as if she were making cold calculations but then bring in her desire to see people happy into it.
Self-control and having a code, a way to live and a way to control your life, that was important. But sometimes he thought that her mercy and her soft heart beneath all of that keen intelligence would be the death of her.
Someone's else's death was on the line as he reached the third floor and opened the door, seeing three women and a man standing in front of the door.
One of the women, a tanned, attractive looking woman in shorts, was swinging an axe at the door.
But somehow the door wasn't going down. It seemed to creak and groan and bend, but swing after swing crashed into it, and nothing happened.
There also weren't any neighbors coming out to check or, apparently, calling the cops. It was loud, but slowly King Stoneguts began to realize what was probably blocking the noise. It sounded like music, but distant and faded.
The second figure was a short girl with a handgun that she was holding as if she barely knew how to use it. The third was a teenage girl wearing a baseball uniform. She was tall, though, and held the bat with surprising precision. And at the back was a...interesting.
A very familiar man indeed. He had never seen him before, but King Stoneguts knew him by description. St. Martin, the killer and hitman of the Whites. King Stoneguts paused, and knew that this meant that this was business, and more than that, dangerous business indeed.
The wrong move could have him in a fight with a supernatural assassin who, by all accounts, was both dangerous and vicious.
Coldly, King Stoneguts ran through his options, knowing he had at least a few moments before they turned around and noticed him.
His men were a second or two behind him, at this point.
He pushed out his senses. The metal whispered to him in the ways, it pulsed in his mind as he grasped the sense of it. Metal, fire, water, shadows and light, he was a master of elements, someone who fought well both at a distance and close up, and he quickly was able to evaluate what the shape of metal was.
St. Martin had a pistol, safety off and loaded, concealed, as well as a second unloaded in a side pocket of the coat he was wearing. The woman with the gun too had it loaded and with the safety off.
So, Plan:
[] Tug the gun out of the woman's hand with his powers over metal and then engage the enemy at a distance, waiting for/using the backup to act against them.
[] Cloak himself in the fury of the elements, in ice and lightning and power, resorting even to a form made entirely of flames or stone if need be, and attack right away. The downside is that this does have an increased chance of doing lasting damage to women who are probably victims of some form of mind-control. Care will have to be shown.
[] Hey you!: Armoring himself against supernatural fear and surrounding himself in the sorrow of Winter itself, and calling upon his stone-hard will, he could sneak up on them and begin the fight up close and personal. Knock out the normal humans by surprise and force, and give his backup time to arrive and hopefully threaten St. Martin enough that he'd flee.
[] Write-in. Keep it relatively general.
4 (Occult)+4 (Int)-5 (Foreign magic)=0 sux
Intelligence: 4 dice=2 sux, has a good idea of what's going on.
Sense Element (Metal): 11 dice=5 successes
Intelligence: 4 dice=2 sux, has a good idea of what's going on.
Sense Element (Metal): 11 dice=5 successes
A/N: I'm trying to be general, since I'm not sure about publishing huge amounts of WW material...I mean, more than has already been done in me typing all of this up. So, uh, ask questions about what he can do and I can give answers.
Huh, I'm not sure whats going on.
St. Martin, who works for the local White Court, attacking a Wizard of the White Council...
And the Fiddler is part of the whole thing to.
Maybe we coud just call Yvonne, with how Martin attacks Gabe?
Of course this coud all be some White Court plot. But I'm not sure why they woud pick a fight with the white Council while there's a Gang war going on.
St. Martin, who works for the local White Court, attacking a Wizard of the White Council...
And the Fiddler is part of the whole thing to.
Maybe we coud just call Yvonne, with how Martin attacks Gabe?
Of course this coud all be some White Court plot. But I'm not sure why they woud pick a fight with the white Council while there's a Gang war going on.
- Pronouns
- They/Them
Is he picking a fight with the White Council? I mean, at the moment he's just standing there.
It depends on if he has/can order the "active" attackers around.
If Gabe heard him talk to them/giving Orders, then yes.
Maybe we coud destroy the Distraction Spell or just call the Police? It should stop them from attacking, with how they want to avoid Attention.
If this isn't a Court plot, kicking down Doors is a bit to direct for them, we coud call Yvonne.
All she has to do is call Martin, I'm sure she woud be interested about the Axe attack in the Background.
So they either have to stop, or Martin has to go somwhere else, which makes taking the three woman down easier.
IF this isn't a Court Plot.
Of course if we go with the Police option we just have to buy time.
Or maybe cause a Fire alarm? People leaving there Apartments should stop them to.
Coud cause Collateral Damage though.
If Gabe heard him talk to them/giving Orders, then yes.
Maybe we coud destroy the Distraction Spell or just call the Police? It should stop them from attacking, with how they want to avoid Attention.
If this isn't a Court plot, kicking down Doors is a bit to direct for them, we coud call Yvonne.
All she has to do is call Martin, I'm sure she woud be interested about the Axe attack in the Background.
So they either have to stop, or Martin has to go somwhere else, which makes taking the three woman down easier.
IF this isn't a Court Plot.
Of course if we go with the Police option we just have to buy time.
Or maybe cause a Fire alarm? People leaving there Apartments should stop them to.
Coud cause Collateral Damage though.
[X] Hey you!: Armoring himself against supernatural fear and surrounding himself in the sorrow of Winter itself, and calling upon his stone-hard will, he could sneak up on them and begin the fight up close and personal. Knock out the normal humans by surprise and force, and give his backup time to arrive and hopefully threaten St. Martin enough that he'd flee.
I think haste would be a little needed. The Fiddler's still going.
I think haste would be a little needed. The Fiddler's still going.
[X] Hey you!: Armoring himself against supernatural fear and surrounding himself in the sorrow of Winter itself, and calling upon his stone-hard will, he could sneak up on them and begin the fight up close and personal. Knock out the normal humans by surprise and force, and give his backup time to arrive and hopefully threaten St. Martin enough that he'd flee.
Up close and personal seems best if these humans aren't fully in control of themselves as it's been implied.
Up close and personal seems best if these humans aren't fully in control of themselves as it's been implied.
[X] Hey you!: Armoring himself against supernatural fear and surrounding himself in the sorrow of Winter itself, and calling upon his stone-hard will, he could sneak up on them and begin the fight up close and personal. Knock out the normal humans by surprise and force, and give his backup time to arrive and hopefully threaten St. Martin enough that he'd flee.
[X] Hey you!: Armoring himself against supernatural fear and surrounding himself in the sorrow of Winter itself, and calling upon his stone-hard will, he could sneak up on them and begin the fight up close and personal. Knock out the normal humans by surprise and force, and give his backup time to arrive and hopefully threaten St. Martin enough that he'd flee.
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- They/Them
I have four votes. Uh, vote closes tomorrow at noon...and hopefully people actually vote in the meantime? I finally have time to work on it, but I want more votes before I'm sure everyone's actually weighed in.
[X] Hey you!: Armoring himself against supernatural fear and surrounding himself in the sorrow of Winter itself, and calling upon his stone-hard will, he could sneak up on them and begin the fight up close and personal. Knock out the normal humans by surprise and force, and give his backup time to arrive and hopefully threaten St. Martin enough that he'd flee.
DeepWaters
No one will be the wiser.
- Location
- Land of Spiders and Shipping Charts
[X] Hey you!: Armoring himself against supernatural fear and surrounding himself in the sorrow of Winter itself, and calling upon his stone-hard will, he could sneak up on them and begin the fight up close and personal. Knock out the normal humans by surprise and force, and give his backup time to arrive and hopefully threaten St. Martin enough that he'd flee.