Fin Sessions - Act 4 Session 6/Nail Sessions - Act 4 Session 3/Chike Sessions - Act 4 Session 1

Fin: “So-… what’s the plan? We going to check that shit out?”

Fin asks, staring off at the house, where the dude had just disappeared to.
Fin: disappeared… from?
Chike: (Disappeared whomst’ve)
Jessica (GM): Yeah—
he went into the house and you sensed him colocating.
Going through the door was just a cover.
Nail: “I am amenable.”
Fin: “Aight…”
Let’s walk on over thataway.
Scanning for magic along the way.
Jessica (GM): You sense… something, from the house, as you close in on it. On the face of it, it doesn’t look like much— nice enough, you suppose, maybe a three bedroom? Single story, though, and decidedly country.
But there’s magic there, you feel the aura, around the building.
Fin: I’m assuming in an arcana I’m not looking in/don’t have?

Fin meanders on over, stopping nearish the front door. She’s a good six feet away, staring at the house. Her lips purse.

Nail pulls his hood down and walks with Fin, charging his Sensorium Alembic so his senses are sharpened. “How do you want to get inside?”
Fin: “Mmm…” Fin says, quietly.
“There’s a… shield up. And I have no idea what the fuck it does… not magic I’m familiar with…”

Fin explains as she looks up and down the house slowly.
Jessica (GM): Yeah, Fin.
Maybe Prime? That kinda shit’s always Prime.
Fucking Prime.
Even the name is pretentious.
Fin: Does it look like it’s a definitive line? As in, can I port inside without breaking it?
Jessica (GM): You probably could, but… hmm…
Mind trying to analyze some magic for me
analyze resonance, rather
Something’s catching your eye.
Fin: Uuuuh what do you want me to roll?
Scrutinize is just rolling over and over to break down the mystery
Jessica (GM): I was suggesting a scrutinize, yeah, not looking for a ton here

Nail looks in Twilight. “I can try and get in an upstairs window. Usually unlocked.”

Fin looks aside…
Jessica (GM): Nail’s idea is also fine.
Fin: “Well… you might trigger whatever this is, same as me.”
rolling {9d10!>10}>8
= 3 Successes
Nail: “Or it might be attuned to your wizarding magics.”

Nail cracks his neck in a roll and attempts to hardcore parkour up to the roof.
Jessica (GM): Oh… oh, that’s nasty, Fin. You actually can let this fall into place for you right off the bat.
Fin: “It might. It might. But it might incinerate you with celestial-…”
Jessica (GM): Triggered spell, there’s Time in there too.
If you just strolled right in, or teleported right in.
You’d get hit with an anti-magic field that’s set behind it.
Sophisticated spellwork for a country apostate.
There’s more in there, though, as you scrutinized you felt the resonance—
Enchantments, maybe an artifact. Strong, whatever it is.
Nail: (my understanding is that I can as an instant action go 25 feet up with a wall run, or I can roll a climb)
Jessica (GM): Nail, meanwhile is already spider-manning his way up the wall.
And is soon enough hanging from the slant roof.
Fin: So looks like it’s about mage magic, or anything magical?
Jessica (GM): mage magic, in specific.
Maybe a tool to keep out prying eyes, or
From the intelligence you got from others—
(From Chike): At some point, I will need to be informed how rolling works on here. I get the 5d10 part, but I don’t know what the other modifiers I can add are.
Fin: Okay. I’ll look through Famine’s eyes, and he can follow Nail?
Jessica (GM): Ths good pastor isn’t the only mage on the property here.
Maybe it’s to keep his followers in line and out of his stuff.

Nail dangles.
Fin: Er. Gluttony.
Jessica (GM): Sure, Fin.
Fin: (For Chike: Gluttony is Fin’s spirit familiar. A spirit of gluttony. It looks like a starving dog.)
(To Chike): go into the macros tab at the top (next to last) and enable the Roll macro
(To Chike): it’ll show up as a button on screen, is how we do most rolling
Chike: (awesome!)
Fin: “I can’t get past this… Gluttony will go with you. Shouldn’t affect your magic… or his.”

Fin hisses that up after Nail as he spidermans.
(From Chike): okay, thanks

Nail gets up to the roof with a spirit dog? “Give me 5 minutes.”
Jessica (GM): You’re near a window, Nail.
The spirit dog just sort of trots up from on the roof.
You didn’t see him hop up here.
He looks vaguely aggrieved. Maybe just hungry.

Nail looks inside and attempts to pop a squat on the roof.
Jessica (GM): Weird, Nail. You can see into this room from this angle, couldn’t really from the ground— it’s… empty? Maybe a spare room.

Nail tests the lock, and is holding his perceptive trump card on the ready.
Jessica (GM): It’s open.
You slide it open with not much difficulty.
No noise inside.
Nail: (fyi I have rote and omnidirectional perception running)

Nail closes his eyes and shoots another jolt of Pyros through himself before entering.
(From Nail): Refinement Condition: Sensitive — Mystics are attuned to the shadows and the supernatural, and through this resonance they can reveal what may be otherwise hidden. By spending a point of Pyros, he can call upon this sense for a scene, revealing anything or anyone that is, in some way, supernatural. This sense does not reveal how a person or object is supernatural in nature, only that it is. The rest is left to the Mystic’s own curiosity.
(To Nail): gotcha gotcha, will bear in mind.
Jessica (GM): The room is entirely empty— room into the hallways is empty.
There’s dust on the floor in here, Nail.
Looks like no one’s been in here in months.
Floorborads creak as your weight adjusts on them.

Nail silently wishes he had his old degree of inhuman athleticism, as opposed to just “really good” and begins to try and search for magic.
Nail: “I have yet to combust.”
Jessica (GM): The dog trots in alongside you, sniffing around.
You walk out into the upper hallways— staircase is in plain view from here, but it’s the same out here.
No photos on the walls.
No furniture in the hallways.
Nail: Is there any furniture at all? And is there a way downstairs?
Jessica (GM): Not a bit. and yeah, the staircase is unblocked.

Nail remembers his phone, and takes it out. “Evidence for Fin…” he whispers and begins taking a multitude of pictures, exploring the top level for any rooms with signs of use. Or mystic energy.
Jessica (GM): Nothing presents itself to you upstairs— but the story’s the same in every room.
TOtally empty and unlived in.
Apparently untouched in a long time.

Nail heads down the stairs then.
Jessica (GM): The stairs creak, and you find it’s much the same downstairs— but your eye keeps being drawn to a particular door—
Behind the staircase.
Something unnatural about it.
Nail: Can I see it without moving anything?
Jessica (GM): Yeah.
Nail: Is it locked?
Jessica (GM): No, but as you turn the knob the sense goes away.
An empty closet behind it.
When you close it again, the sense returns.
Gluttony just kind of cocks his head at you as you do this.
Not following the significance.
Fin: “It’s some kind of a portal,” says Fin, to Gluttony.
Jessica (GM): Gluttony relays this information to you, in turn, Nail— not in words, but a clear sense.
There is also a clear request buried in there
For tacos.
Perhaps tacos, instead of this.

Nail ponders this. “The door is magic. But I cannot access it. If I disappear, I will call you.”

Nail steps into the closet.
Jessica (GM): You are now standing in a closet.
This is going to take something more, you think.
Fin: Out. North.

Nail closes the door behind himself.
Jessica (GM): You are now standing in a dark closet.
Gluttony sinks down to the floor, bored.
This must take some kind of activation, Fin.
Fin: “It’s a magic portal. As in, mage magic,” Fin says, to Gluttony.
Jessica (GM): We should go get Tacos.
This is really boring.

Nail frowns. “Tacos do sound pleasant. And why invest in a permanent door?”
Nail: “Fin the house appears to have no significant evidence beyond a portal. I am coming out.”

Nail tries to leave through the front door.
Jessica (GM): Easy enough; it isn’t locked.
Nail: “Uneventful.”
Fin: “You know, this is like… exactly what I figured southern illinois was like. Uneventufl.”
Jessica (GM): You still sense that resonance, though.
Even though you saw no evidence of it through Gluttony’s eyes.
There has to be more here.
Fin: “You wanna look around some more? Cause… I ain’t going past the shield. Some things just ain’t fuckin’ worth the risk…”

Nail picks up his backpack. “Around inside? There was nothing and the only magic was the door.”
Fin: “Naw, around…”
Jessica (GM): I agree, not worth the risk. You’re not as strong as this other mage. Let’s go get tacos.

Fin waves a hand around.
Fin: There’s some other houses right? near?
Jessica (GM): yeah.
It’s from the house, though.
What you’ve been sensing.
Fin: Yes. I get that. I’m not going into the house.
Jessica (GM): gotcha gotcha.
Nail: “We could get tacos.”
Jessica (GM): Can Nail be my master from now on, Fin?
He seems most agreeable.
Chike: (BAHAHA)
Fin: “Pretty sure when Nail gets hungry and there’s no tacos he eats you, little buddy. And living is, like, your favorite thing. More better than even eating.”
Jessica (GM): …Tough call.
Fin: “But, if y’all think this is a dead end, I definitely am not interested in getting my ass killed over this. So-… Sure. We can go.”
Nail: “Incorrect – I gain no nourishment from ephemera.”

Nail shrugs at the dog. “We could also wait for the Reverend to return.”
Gluttony: Food, food, food, now.
Jessica (GM): And then the dog pauses, turning towards the house.
You sense it a moment later, Fin.
and then Nail does too.
An enormous surge of power, somewhere within.
It spreads out like a wave, taking your breath away.
Jessica (GM): And washing away the enchantments on the building like the tide.

Nail furrows his brow and looks around for something sharp and/or heavy. “That isn’t you, is it?”

Fin gasps… and then swallows.
Fin: “It is… not. Think… daddy’s home…”
Jessica (GM): Your eyes open to darkness, Chike. You do not know who you are. You do not know where you are.
But it is dark.
And you are awake.
It is horrifying.
Nail: I feel like a non-Goku character in DBZ
Jessica (GM): You both feel other supernatural energy within the building, now—
like you’ve wiped the sleep from your eyes.
The resonance you’ve been sensing is stronger now, Fin.
And through the still open door, you can see the house has changed—
furnished, now, with imbued power buzzing within.
You don’t, however, sense the minister’s resonance, Fin.

Fin squints as she peers back inside.
Fin: “Uh-… are there fuckin’ chairs and shit in there now?”

Nail heads back in. “I’ll investigate. Revestigate?”
Jessica (GM): The ward is gone, Fin.
Just… gone.
Fin: “Well-… the shield’s down…”

Fin takes a few careful steps forward.
Jessica (GM): It seems clear.
You still sense that power, but nothing’s stirring within.
Fin: “Aight, well… fuck. Something’s in there. Something big. And… not… magic. Not my kind of magic. Atlantean magic…”

Fin makes a little gesture, for Nail to lead on.
(From Chike): I can choose where I start in the house?"
(To Chike): nah, right now you’re in a sarcophagus.
(To Chike): you’d havce to get out of it to see where you are.

Nail trots inside, and tries to embody his roll as Envoy. “Hello there!”
Jessica (GM): The whole floorplan has changed, Nail— it seems more… expansive, and certainly nicer. Freshly waxed floors.
A multitude of… clocks, for some reason.
Ticking on nearly every wall.
And to the right, where the empty den and fireplace had been.
(From Chike): okay, I’ll just work on that then, haha
Jessica (GM): There’s something like a trophy room.
Weapons, armor.
Trinkets and ancient statuary.
And in the center of the room, a massive Egyptian sarcophagus.
Fin: “So-… the room you were in before… was probably an illusion. Or it was another room, somewhere else. Or-… Another time…”
Jessica (GM): Resonance buzzes in here, FIn. A lot of this stuff is mystical.
It’s a trove.
Nail: “No. It was empty. This replaced it.”
Fin: “That’s-… yeah, ok.”

Fin spots the sarcophagus.

Chike is suddenly able to see. His eyes don’t exactly open, as they weren’t really there. Not yet. Well, he thinks he can see anyway. Reaching out, his hand hits the hard shell encasing him. Without a second thought, he slams both of his hands against it in an attempt to break free.
Jessica (GM): It shudders as you look at it.
Fin: “Oh, are you fucking kidding me!”
Nail: “Fascinating.”
Fin: “Fucking god damn tired of this fucking Egyptian bullshit!”
Jessica (GM): Another strike, Chike, and the stone facing falls away from you, leaving you half-blinded by the light.
You hear voices, but don’t understand their words.
For you two:
a massive corpse, over seven feet tall.
Wrapped in rotting bandages.
Is trying to drag itself out.
Jessica (GM): This is… different than the last time, Fin.
It’s the source of the resonance you sensed initially.

Nail picks up the nearest weapon, but does not approach aggressively.
Jessica (GM): Its awakening wiped out everything near it.
Fin: “If this is some of Upuaut’s bullshit, I swear to god I’m killin’ him for real.”
Jessica (GM): It is, to be frank.
Out of Upuaut’s league.

Chike puts a dessicated hand up to block the light. Eyelids would be so much more useful. With a slow, lumbering movement, Chike drags himself out of the sarcophagus, falling to his knees on the floor.
Jessica (GM): It… doesn’t immediately move to kill you, which could be taken as promising.
You feel the sekhem flowing through you, Chike. It’s deafening.
Power thrumming in your ears.
It hurts.

Fin scratches at the back of her head.

Nail would be remiss to assault something he does not understand. But then, he remembers that through Disquiet, many things become angry with him sooner than later. “Can you hear me – or rather, understand?”
Jessica (GM): Voices again. Did they do this to you? What is this?
What are you?
Fin: “If it starts like screaming and scarabs and shit fly out of it’s mouth, I’m porting us both out.”
Jessica (GM): You can’t feel your heartbeat.
Fin: “I seen the Mummy. I ain’t about it.”
Nail: “Don’t worry about me, I have never died before.”

Chike reaches up and clutches at his head, fingres hooking into old rotting bandages and tearing them away. More of that nonsensical chatter assaulted his ears and he slowly stood. Hollow eyes and a dislocated jaw turn to face the strange gibberish, silently judging. A moment later, the pitch black beefjerkyman is lunging towards Nail, arms outstretched and shouting something in a loooong dead language.
Jessica (GM): welp
Looks like we’re gonna need initiative
This is the one roll in the game you do with /roll 1d10+initmod
Nail: What weapon did I grab, by the way?
Jessica (GM): A heavy, sharp edged paving stone from the front lawn.
Nail: Oh nothing in here from the cool vault? heh
Jessica (GM): you grabbed it outside I thought!
You can have like
a falchion, if you want
Nail: … nah let’s go with the rock.
rolling 1d10+5
= 15
Chike: rolling 1d10
= 5
Fin: rolling 1d10
= 11
Sleepy mummy
Jessica (GM): Nail, you’re on first as he lunges at you.
His movements seem almost drunk.
Not fully cognizant.
The attack seems more an impulse than anything.
Doesn’t make it less dangerous.
Nail: So then, am I provoked?
“Breaking point: Attack a supernatural creature without provocation”
Jessica (GM): I’d say you have provocation.
If you like not being attacked.
Nail: … you said a 7 foot corpse right?
Jessica (GM): yeah.
yeah I did.

Nail will dodge.

Nail backs away from the corpse. “Please do not make me inflict violence upon you.”
Jessica (GM): Fin.
no scarabs yet but le’s be honest
matter of time
Fin: I will make sure I am FURTHER away from the thing that Nail is…
and then I’m casting uh…
Universal language.
rolling {7d10!>10}>8
= 3 Successes
Jessica (GM): Fin. You can UNDERSTAND what Chike is saying now, but, weird tip:
you have never fucking heard of this language even with Universal Languages up
you know the words but you have no idea where the fuck they come from.
it ain’t Egyptian. Upuaut spoke that some.
Fin: So what’s Chike screaming about?
Fin: “Woah, biggy, calm down! Ain’t here to hurt you!”
Jessica (GM): ‘biggy’ translates roughly as ‘large lumbering man’ in this tongue
but the message goes across

Fin starts babbling back in that weird surely guttural sounding language. Magically.
Jessica (GM): you’re up, Chike
Nail: Sorry had to feed the cat
Fin: furbaby

Chike whips around to look at the first thing he has understood since waking up. “I AM NOT THE ONE WHO WILL BE HURT! ANSWER ME!” He spins on his rotted heel, a hand outstretched and aiming to grab Fin by the throat.
Fin: You gotta go through Nail to grab Fin
Jessica (GM): yeah, she positioned herself well
not like you’re seeing that well, though >>
Fin: This is a common occurrence…
Chike: oh shit, thought Fin was behind Chike _
Jessica (GM): this is why you called Nail
may as well grab the throat that’s nearby

Nail is not about the being manhandled life.
Chike: Yeah, going for Nail’s throat, then.
Jessica (GM): you were actively dodging, yeah?
let’s see what your defense looks like
Chike: (not exactly sure what to roll here for an attack)
Jessica (GM): (it’ll be str+brawl minus defense, whatever that looks like)
Fin: No defenses, since Nail is dodging.
Chike: K
Jessica (GM): right right
okay so
(From Chike): do I get any bonus for attempting to grapple here?
(To Chike): no, you can invoke a pillar if you want yet more dice >>
(To Chike): str pillar for more str
(From Chike): nah, I’ll just roll str+brawl
Nail: No defense, opposed rolls
Jessica (GM): right right
yeah okay
Nail: rolling 12d10>8
= 5 Successes
Jessica (GM): so just str+brawl flat and opposed by his roll in this case
more successes wins
Fin: So, Nail is opting to dodge, which means he doesn’t get an action this round. Which, he already passed on his action.
Jessica (GM): hit that roll button, should all make sense from there
Fin: When dodging, you roll double your defense.
Chike: Okay, so… what’s the >8 bit of that roll? and does it apply to mine?
Jessica (GM): over 8 is target number for a success
and yes
Chike: okay
Jessica (GM): it applies to every roll unless otherwise stated
Chike: rolling 10d10>8
= 3 Successes
Jessica (GM): (actually greater than or equal to 8)
He slips back out of your reach, Chike.
The thing is still clumsy, sleep-sick, almost.
But surprisingly fast, for being so large.
You feel the air rush behind the ferocity of that grasp.
Jessica (GM): Nail’s up next, can do RP stuff (talking, emoting) freely though

Chike lets out a furious, almost ethereal howl of anger as his clumsy swipe misses, a spray of rotted flesh thrown from his throat.
Fin: “I don’t think he knows who we are, man!” Fin says, in English.
“Or… or where we are or… where he is… Fuck, watch out!”
Nail: “Calm down, stranger. Try again and I will have no recourse but to fuck your shit up.”
Jessica (GM): The large stranger babbles something at you, Chike.
A hint of threat in it.
Tone you can recognize.
Fin: Dodging again, Nail?

Chike ‘s jaw snaps back into place just in time to show a curled lip that bares what few teeth he has at the threatening tone.
Nail: I’m not large :|
Jessica (GM): sorry
I keep trying to insist
larger than Fin seems accurate nonetheless
Nail: Nah, I am going to follow through with my threat
slash promise
Fin: Does that mean attacking or not?
Nail: It does
sorry for being unclear
Jessica (GM): what’s your defense, Chike?
Chike: uhh
Jessica (GM): gotcha, thanks
Go on, Mr. Nail
the average-framed man will attack
Chike: XD

Nail reacts to the ongoing violence by forcing the last bits of Pyros through his frame, his body going from average and pale to horrific and scarred, the rends and tears reappearing as he whips the paving stone at the mummy’s frame.
Nail: All out (forgive me sensei), +3 pyros, willpower.
Jessica (GM): Rock on
Nail: rolling {10d10!>10}>8
= 4 Successes
Jessica (GM): How much damage we lookin’ at
Nail: 4L
(0L weapon)
Jessica (GM): As the paving stone strikes you edge-on in the chest, Chike, you are struck with a vision as pain flares in your vision.
There was no work that day, Chike. The inner servants called you into the chambers below the palace itself— the palace! They washed and perfumed you like a lord, in a fire-lit antechamber. They burned your clothes, dressing you in a linen robe. It was covered with strange hieroglyphs, symbols you had never known. Before proceeding to the great hall, they commanded you to drink a bitter, thick liquid from a black stone cup.
You were brought to your lord’s vault…
That was… well
Maybe it hurt him?
Jessica (GM): Maybe.
It’s kind of hard to tell.
Fin: “God dammit, man! Don’t kill him! I want to figure out what he is!” yells the Mystagogue.

Fin waves a hand and weaves a co-location portal directly between the two men. One man and one thing?
Jessica (GM): Hah
two things?
You keep weird company since Claire left you.
Fin: rolling {12d10!>10}>8
= 5 Successes
Oh, is there a window in this room?
Like, to outside?
Jessica (GM): yes.
Fin: An odd shimmery portal opens directly between the two. Then, if anyone’s really that aware, another odd shimmery portal outside the window, short ways off.
“Stop fighting! We do not want to kill you but we will!” says Fin, in Mummy Talk. Whatever the hell it is.
Jessica (GM): Chike, you’re up.
her words bring you back to here and now.
Nail: Just for a laugh, my Defense is -

Chike staggers back from the stone to the chest, and focuses a bit more clearly on the voice he can comprehend. “YOU STOP FIGHTING OR I WILL CRUSH THE LIFE FROM YOU!” As he shouts, he steps forward, right into the shimmering portal that he didn’t really take any note of.
Jessica (GM): You stagger yourself out into the front yard.
Fin: So, the portal is like uh… Colocate
So you could stop partway through and just be in two places at once.
Jessica (GM): Yeah.
The feeling is jarring— breeze on your skin.
In your skin.
As you enter your lord’s vault, you discover that Irem’s pillars transfix the earth; one of them passes through the hall. You find you cannot feel your extremities. Your solemn pace degrades into a crude shuffle. Sounds grow loud and strange, as if they’re passing through water.
One of them is a chant that begins as you are laid down on a stone slab.

Chike claps a hand over his eyes as they have filled in, but eyelids still were very lacking. He lets out and angry shout and flails at the nothing he can see right now, stomps and bellows of wrath seeming to shake the very earth.
Jessica (GM): You are surprised the chant comes from the mouths of one of the Shan’iatu. The hoarse growl seems so… so out of place on his ageless face.
Your master looms above you with a long copper spike, and you feel so…. very thirsty.
And then, somewhere between then, and now, you remember, and feel it again, Chike—
your vision fading into white, terrible pain.
Pain that lasted for a long time thereafter.
Nail, you can go.
Chike: Wait hold on
Jessica (GM): oh sure
(From Chike): How do I activate an utterance again?
(To Chike): looking, been a minute
Jessica (GM): sec, looking up rules
(To Chike): oh you spend the required pillars like a resource
(To Chike): they regenerate when you meditate on them
(To Chike): to the max you’ve purchased
(To Chike): in the amounts the utterance says it takes
(From Chike): so if an Utterance is Teir 2 and has a prereq of 3 Ka, then I activate 3 Ka Pillars?
(To Chike): I’m unsure but for the sake of moving along let’s say yes for now
(To Chike): trying to find the rule but no big if it’s off for a turn
(From Chike): okay
Jessica (GM): mummy is complex, y’all. Think we got it
Nail: np!

Chike lets out another series of strange words, like whisper one can hear in their very core. A moment later, he is gone, the only sign left of him being a patch of the dirt in the yard, rippling as though it were water.
Jessica (GM): Well then.
Follow, you two? You can still sense that resonance, Fin— it’s incredible.
He just Bugs Bunny’d ya.

Fin looks out through the window, seeing the mummy appear… then vanish.
Fin: “The fuck…?”

Fin steps through the portal, to get outside herself.
Jessica (GM): You hear trucks revving up on the far end of the property.
It’s probably time to leave regardless.

Chike can still be heard shouting and growling… somewhere.

Nail shrugs, picks up the falchion he left, and follows Fin through the portal.
Fin: “Invisible? Teleported away…?”

Nail uses his still super boss senses to listen for it.
Jessica (GM): if you’re underground, Nail can prolly hear ya, Chike
where’d you go exactly

Chike — A mostly formed hand literally splashes out of the dirt a few feet away, pulling a very large and very naked black man up behind it. He looked much better than he did before, but this was definitely still the mummy. Some of the bandaging had survived his re-expansion and was dangling from his left arm.
Jessica (GM): Memory is still flooding you, as you move. Flashes, now, rapid, overstuffing your mind with too much knowledge, too disparate, for one man or one life.
Give me a descent roll, Chike, from the stress of all this
You’re currently sekhem 10 so it’s
10 dice
any successes and you drop to 9 sekhem
if you fail you can stay at 10 for a bit longer >>
Chike: rolling 10d10>8
= 4 Successes

Fin points!
Fin: “Over there… the… fuck?”
Jessica (GM): you can go to 9, and memories will continue to flood you until you’re back to Memory 3 and have what we discussed.
RP as necessary for this flood of memories.
Nail: “Fin, be quiet. I am listening for him.”
Jessica (GM): Hahaha
Jessica (GM): He certainly looks … alive, now, Fin
but that resonance is unmistakeable.
And, you know
Fin: “Dude, right fucking…”
Jessica (GM): Extremely naked and tattooed

Fin smacks Nail’s shoulder, and points again.
Jessica (GM): I like it better that Nail just assumed that was someone else
Fin: lol
Jessica (GM): They call it… America. You’re in America. You were in America.
Oh god they’re all dead.
You failed and they’re all dead.
You can still see him stabbing you through the chest—
was it a copper spike or a bayonet that pierced your chest?

Nail frowns. “Oh. Well. Huh.”

Nail examines the possible hole in Chike’s chest.
Jessica (GM): He’s surprisingly hale-looking.
Bruised where you hit him.
But not all that bad.

Chike brings one knee up, taking heavy breaths as he lets out a loud grunt and quickly comes to his feet again. He staggers a few steps to the side, one hand to the side of his head as he groans. “Shut… up…” his deep voice rumbles in a heavily accented English. He makes a feeble swipe at them as he falls back to his knees.
Jessica (GM): Fight seems to have gone out of him.
We’ll leave initiative.
You can still hear those trucks, Fin.
Fin: “Yeah, like, dude’s rude as fuck. But I think that was English…?”
Jessica (GM): Gettin’ louder.

Fin makes a face, then glances over her shoulder.
Fin: “Think that’s the good ol’ boys coming on home… which… if they find this?” she waves at Chike.

Nail tilts his head. “You are alluding to racial bias or mystical bigotry?”

Chike rises to his feet again, standing up and shaking his head. “Who… are you?”
Fin: “Honestly, like… either? Both. Both.”

Fin clears her throat.
Fin: “Sup. I’m Fin. This is Nail. We are, uh-… I have no idea how to finish that sentence.”
Nail: “We are friends.”
Jessica (GM): Names get stranger in every new era, Chike.

Chike slowly opens his eyes and inspects the two of them with a menacing scowl. “Friends… You stabbed me.”
Fin: “Hey, you tried to attack my boy here.”
“I seen him kill for less.”

Nail nods. “I did. But I only stabbed you once. And now we will rescue you from Magicidal Bible Worshippers.”
Jessica (GM): Bible. That’s familiar, at least, Chike.
The Church of Jesus must still exist.
maybe these are cultists…?
Weird cultists.

Chike winced at that word. Bible. The ground beneath his feet rippled again as he clenched his fists. “So you are here to protect me, as your forebears. Then I am here to protect you, as your forebears. Where are these Bible Worshippers?”

Fin looks between the two men, amused and mystified all at once.

Nail narrows his eyes. “I doubt very much that you know my forebearers. I am among the created. And my homegirl here will now teleport us.”
Jessica (GM): oh my god you have to talk to him about calling you that, Fin
but maybe not just now
Fin: Fin is currently Asian, too.
Jessica (GM): indeed
Fin: “Man, we got a car.”
“Just… c’mon, dude. Seriously, like.. you hear that noise? When those dudes get here, ain’t going to be pretty. So… let’s… go.”

Chike arches a brow, having no clue what this man means. It wouldn’t be the first time the looks of his people had changed, he remembered the last time he’d seen them they were pale as the moon. He looked to Fin. “You would not fight your oppressors?”
Fin: “They are not my oppressors. Now let’s get the fuck outta here. C’mon!”

Fin gestures, then starts to head for the parking lot.

Nail is strapping his backpack on, and still holding the sword. “Those who fight without strategy end up attacking strange Created whilst covered in bandages.”

Nail makes a joke
Jessica (GM): Your former cultists were more respectful. If these even are cultists.
Still, another fight might not be best right now.
Your head still throbs with knowledge you haven’t had time to make any sense of.

Chike sighs. It would seem their reverence for him had dwindled over the years. He was fine with this. He never enjoyed being put on a pedestal anyway. He lumbered behind them squinting his eyes and gritting his teeth as he fought through the pain.
Jessica (GM): Oh, by the way, Chike
If you spend one pillar you can heal up that 4L in four turns.
Can be any pillar you like but it’ll only heal the 4 if you spend one you have at least permanent 4 in
Chike: mmkay
Jessica (GM): (max four, rather)
Chike: I’ll pass for right now
Jessica (GM): okay
Fin: And onward we’ll go, to get to the… car.
Jessica (GM): You are led to a, well.
Fin: Which is probably like… a toyota camry.
Jessica (GM): A gleaming metal box.
That is… what the hell is this
Fin: “Aight, get in…”
Jessica (GM): It’s painted in garish colors that glitter in the fading light of the day.

Fin swings around to the driver’s door, opens it, slips in.

Nail pauses by the passenger door. “As is custom, I shall ride in the front. Shotgun.”
Jessica (GM): Like they had sealed metal’s shine in paint.

Chike stares at it in disapproval, but approaches the car. He fiddles with the door a moment, having trouble figuring out the mechanism. With a grunt, he finally pulls it open, nearly ripping the door off its hinges as he does so. The car shakes violently as the massive man drops his body into the back seat, the car groaning and squeaking with the trauma. He sits there, door open, and waits.

Fin glances back, at the big man stuffed in the smallish car. And the open door.

Nail shuts the door for Chike. “So you’re not from around here, huh?”

Fin just laughs, then fires up the car, the steps on it. She’s not exactly racing, but she’s not going slow.

Chike grunts as the door hits his arm when closed. “No. I am not.”
Jessica (GM): You hit the main road and race past a pair of trucks, which happily do not slow or seem to pay you much mind.
They turn off onto the gravel drive immediately before you pass over a hill, though.
You only just missed them catching you on it.

Chike ’s eyes fly wide open and he grips the drivers seat tight. He was clearly not comfortable moving so fast.
Jessica (GM): Sea salt from the deck of your own ship, crossing the great ocean to this new world.

Nail reaches for the radio and turns it on to a random station. “My name is Nail. I am on a Pilgrimage to become human. This is Fin, she’s a wizard.”
Jessica (GM): Is this what people found there?
…A wizard.
There’s a familiar concept.
And a dangerous one.
Great power with few strings.
Fin: “And, uh, we’re in Illinois. South of Chicago. In America…”

Chike ‘s mind races with thoughts and questions as his buttcheeks clench and practically devour the seat upon which he sits. He wants to ask a lot of things, but the only thing he can manage to say is a string of vile cursewords as he tries desperately to acclimate to the speed at which they’re moving.
Jessica (GM): since your understanding of english is over a century old, this is something like…
‘Bootlicking mary… dad-blame it…"
Chike: truly the pinnacle of badmouthing
Fin: "Fuck’s wrong with you?" Fin asks, looking over her shoulder. “You were doing so well talkin’…”
Jessica (GM): Fuck, at least, is familiar, Chike

Chike does not seem to be good at volume control.
Jessica (GM): Everywhere you look out the windows, everything is strange, Chike.
Great wooden pillars have been erected along the roadsides.
Black ropes strung between them for miles, and miles.

Fin bursts out laughing, before she finally starts to nod, then pulls the car off on the side of the road.
Jessica (GM): Everywhere are garish, brightly colored signs.
Even the road itself is painted.
And strangely solid.

Nail closes his eyes. “No chill. Fin, do you know any haunted houses nearby? I need to replenish my spirit.”
Fin: “Haunted houses? You want… you want me to a take a mummy and a frankenstein to a haunted house? To replenish your spirit?”
Jessica (GM): wait. Chike. You understood that reference.
There was a book.
Fin: “They ain’t gonna believe me, back at the Mysterium. I mean, I’m going to get laughed out of the place.”

Nail turns and looks at Fin. “I am not a Frankenstein, I am an Ulgan. If I were a Frankenstein, I would require massive amounts of flame or electricity.”

Chike flings his door open again and damn near rolls the car in his efforts to force his way out of it. He leans against the vehicle, catching breath he doesn’t really need as his fully exposed rear faces the road.
Jessica (GM): more to the point, Fin.
A haunted house with an… ulgan
and a massive naked mummy man.
Extremely naked.
On the side of this public road.

Fin climbs out of the car, as Chike lets himself out. She closes her door, then just sort of leans over the car, eyeing the man.
Fin: “So, you ain’t a frankenstein. But-… I mean, you think he’s actually a mummy? I mean, he was mummified, we can agree on that, right?”
Fin’s probably talking to Nail. Rudely, as she stares at Chike.

Nail steps out and shrugs. “There are Frankensteins. And some of my kin are related to Egyptian gods. Is a mummy so unheard of?”
Jessica (GM): You call yourselves “Deathless,” Chike, but “Mummy” has grown increasingly the parlance every time you awaken.
Fin: “Mummies are real fuckin’ things, man. Not… some stupid ass book.”

Fin is not a reader.
Jessica (GM): mages are curious.
You seem fully in this one’s grasp, for now.
There will be little escaping her curiosity.

Chike nods to Fin’s words. “I was mummified and entombed as part of the Rites. I am Deathless.” With a grunt, he pushes himself to stand upright off of the car and looks down at his naked form. Even in his times, this was far too exposed. Without thinking, he waves his hand and large, fine robes begin to weave themselves before their very eyes…

Chike - Wait a minute…

Chike - The car door he’d flung open seemed to strip away bit by bit the metal in it reconstituting into those fine robes now draped over his arm.

Nail tilts his head. “Fascinating.”

Fin ’s eyes go wide, and she steps away from the car, and raises her hands up away from it.
Fin: “Yeeeeah… very fascinating.”

Chike quickly slipped the robe over his head, pulling the hood up to block his still-sensitive eyes from the direct light.
Fin: “So, uh. Now you got a robe…”

Nail idly plays with the sword. “So your name again is what?”
Fin: Where’d hte sword come from, btw? It was in the room?
Jessica (GM): yeah.

Chike ;s eyes snap to Nail. “You mean you do not know?” He’d hoped they at least passed down his name. He was their protector after all. “Did your ancestors tell you nothing of me before entrusting you to guard my remains?”

Fin scratches the back of her head again, then looks to Nail.
Fin: “You think that, uh… angel? … Was related to my man here?”
Jessica (GM): Images flash in front of your eyes unbidden, Chike, as their faces screw up in puzzlement.
Your tomb, burning.
Trusted men shot, stabbed.
Yourself falling.
He found you, even across the sea.
Though it took a thousand years, he found you.

Nail bites his lip. “I am sorry to inform you sir, but we have no knowledge of you and are not your earthly servants. Also, I don’t think so, Fin.”
Jessica (GM): Even the children…
It’s too much.
It can’t be.
Fin: “No? Well… two fuckin’ mysteries…”

Chike ‘s normally angry features drooped in sorrow now. He looked away from them for several long moments, looking nowhere in particular as the memories rushed back into him. Finally looking back, he speaks his name "Chike. It is not my birthname, but the name given by my people. It means ’might of the gods’."
Nail: “Nice to meet you, Chike. Sorry to be a bearer of bad news. And yet glad you haven’t decided to lash back out at me.”
Fin: “Do you… ever… have thoughts that stay in your mind?” Fin asks Nail. “Or, like, are there really just so many that some of them gotta spill out?”

Fin eyes Nail a moment, then looks back to Chike. “Sup, so, yeah, sorry. Whatever the fuck you were doing… that place back there, it’s got more… wizards. Only they’re into some pretty fucked up shit. That’s why we were there. Investigating. And why we rushed you outta there. I’m assuming… your guardians were not wizards, yeah?”
(To Fin): feel free to namedrop em to Chike, btw. Not to railroad.
(To Fin): Disciples of Nehjarra, if you forgot
(From Fin): Name drop who? The name of the angle cause I… yes :P

Nail smirks. “I have a great many unspoken thoughts.”
Nail: I am not going to be able to roll much longer

Chike lets out a growl of a sigh. “No. Not wizards. Priests and Priestesses.” He looked to Fin. “Men and women. Mortal. And they were in my charge.” His tone almost sounds like he might cry now, but then his features turn to rage and he slams his fist down on top of the car. “BUT I WILL NOT FAIL THEM THIS TIME!”
Jessica (GM): we’re near the end for tonite I think
If there are any.
The metal on top of the car crunches a bit, indenting.
Fin: “Yeah, okay, so…”

Fin is holding up her hands again.
Fin: “I don’t know who they are. But we’ll help you find them, if we can. But those fuck heads back there? They call themselves the Disciples of Nehjarra. Any chance that means anything to you? Nehjarra supposedly gave Christ a hug or some shit.”
Chike: HAHA
I dunno… should I do an Occult check on that?
Jessica (GM): No, you don’t need to.
You wouldn’t have known the name before Fin said it.
Chike: Okay
Jessica (GM): But hearing it, you remember your enemy’s face.
Akhenetan, of the Shaunkhzen. Servants of Ammut, the Devourer. The false Ka.
And Nehjarra, his herald and servant among the realms of the Duat.
He has hunted you since the Old Kingdom.
He killed your people.
Chike: So… He does recognize the name?
Jessica (GM): He has bloodied his hands on thousands.
Chike: Okay
Jessica (GM): You remember it once it’s said, was what I was trying to say.
Like a key unlocking something awful inside you.
Chike: Ahh gotcha
Jessica (GM): The Shaunkhzen are the enemies of all the Deathless— really, of all the world.
The devourer of souls cannot be sated.
and she hates you and your people.
But Akhenetan was her fist.
A Deathless, like you, but perverted.
You remember, now, how your wife died.
Jessica (GM): back in the city you named for her.
(Exposition done, sorry)

Chike ’s entire body language deepens in rage and he stands taller to tower over the woman. “Nehjarra…” he growls at her. “Speak more of this. Tell me all you know!”

Fin eyes the posturing man, then looks to Nail, then huffs.
Fin: “They says Nehjarra is the angel of compassion. Came to Christ on the cross to relieve his suffering. They’re wizards that say they worship him. That’s… pretty much all we know.”
“Oh, shit, and, yeah, one of those fuckers tried to kill me.”

Nail looks between the two. “Nehjarra is connected to these wizards. They channel it and use it to to touch the hearts of their prospects.”
Chike: “An ally of Christ, and the slayer of my people… My wife…” He takes a step towards Fin and points an aggressive finger at the car. “Can your chariot take us to him?”
Fin: “Pretty sure… not an ally of Christ. My man JC wasn’t big into slaying people,” Fin points out. Then she looks at the beat up, half eaten away car. And laughs.
“Like… the car should still drive, sure. But no, I don’t know where this thing is. Or what it is. Or how to kill it. Or whatever.”
Jessica (GM): You… don’t really now how to kill Nehjarra either, Chike. It resides between the realm of the living and the dead.
Eyes for its master.
Herald of his coming.

Chike stomps over and stuffs himself back into the car, trying and failing to close it both because of the dented roof and the now missing locking mechanism that became his clothes. “Take us somewhere we can find out, then!” he says as he slams the pretty much useless door over and over again.
(To Chike): “Oh, you call it a car. Like the latin carrus, sure” >>
Jessica (GM): and this seems like a good place to leave it for now.

Nail shrugs and gets back into the car. “I suggest tacos and research.”

Fin Sessions - Act 4 Session 5/Nail Sessions - Act 4 Session 2
Angel of Mercy

Fin: So, we’re going basically directly south of Chicago… into farmland
ON the border w/ Indiana

Fin can, at least, drive well. Well enough… No crazy scares!
Jessica (GM): may as well have the convo in character, you’re on the freeway.
Fin: “Aight, so… I got two items for us. This…”

Fin holds up what looks like a silver dollar.

Nail looks the same, but to the mage sight may be a bit fuzzy.
Fin: “Will let us change faces.”
“Physically, that is. So we don’t look like us.”
Nail: (ooc what does Fin look like now?)
Fin: (Oh, uh… shit… I think she was a white blonde girl when they met…)
(She’s back to herself. Black and skinny.)
Nail: “Did you already change?”

Nail squints. “As for me, I don’t see a need, I am already unknown to them.”
Fin: “Oh, uh-… fuck, sorry. No. This is what I look like… most of the time.”
“And there’s a chance these shit heads could have been watching him attack us. Or could have found a security camera.”
“So, I think it’s a good idea.”
Jessica (GM): How’d that dude know random white lady was you, anyway?
Presumably you ward.

Nail nods and leans forward a bit, scrutinizing. “Do not be alarmed at my appearance.”

Nail spends a Pyros, flickering the jagged scars around his body and growing pale and corspelike for a second.

Fin looks aside, squinting…
Nail: (I’d like to try and use Plumb Azothic Memory to gain Informed: Azothic memory usually focuses exclusively on the Pilgrimage.
Some Mystics find ways to access other, more specific memories to
learn about the other supernatural creatures that share the world
with them.)
rolling {9d10!>10}>8
= 3 Successes
Jessica (GM): What specifically are you looking for?
That certainly looks like a success.
Nail: (Success: The Promethean delves deeply into the Azothic Memory.
In regards to a specific supernatural creature or a narrow situation
involving the supernatural, the Mystic gains the Informed Condition.)
(Anything related to what is Magic or what may be plot-relevant
Fin: well the informed condition is a dice mod for later, right?
Nail: SOmewhat
Jessica (GM): Gotcha.
Nail: holy shit it isn’t in this book
Fin: haha
“Whatcha… uh… doin?”
Jessica (GM): It’s core book
sec, pulling it
Nail: When you make a roll
relating to the topic, you may shed this Condition. If the roll
failed, it is instead considered to have a single success. If it succeeded, the roll is considered an exceptional success.
Jessica (GM): oh, you pulled it yaself
Nail: Yeah :D

Nail is silent for a few seconds as flashes and pieces of other-Created speak to him and implant odd sensations on his brainmeat. “I am learning about you from the memory of my people”
Fin: “… You’re really fuckin’ weird, dude.”
“So, you cool with me changing the way we look?”
Nail: “Feel free, though it may not work as you intend – I am not made from just one body.”
“So you are… a magician of some sort. Are you human?”
Fin: “Really weird. Uh, yeah. Human. Got blood inside me that I made on my own. Am only made of one body…”
“Here, touch it…”

Fin holds out the coin in the palm of her hand.

Nail pulls off his glove and touches the coin. “Is it safe to cast and drive?”
Jessica (GM): The skin of your hands shifts, as you touch the coin— mismatched, now. Your fingernails are clipped and clean.
The rest of you remains tragically unaltered.
Fin: “Yeah, it’s safe, its-… what the fuck.”

Fin sounds more put-upon than alarmed.

Nail examines the fingers. “I apologize. I will work to blend in with the farm bible cult nonetheless.”
Fin: “Naw, it’s… fine. Change of plans.”

Fin wraps her hand around the coin, and then she changes. Asian, this time! Just instantly, a different person, as if she always had been. She puts the coin away.
Jessica (GM): You pull off the interstate onto a county road— you’re firmly out of Chicago, now.
Fin: “Going to use this to cloak our auras and our magic. I’ll also lay a spell on us that… it makes it extremely difficult for the mind to focus on us. It’s uh-… Kind of makes us… someone else’s problem. You know? Like when you see shit and just go ‘not my problem’ and walk away and don’t even think about it?”
Nail: “I can pretend to know. I am not really like you, but I wish I was.”
Jessica (GM): You’ll see a handpainted sign by the side of the road.
Fin: “Yeah, be pretty weird if you didn’t wish you were Awakened…”
Jessica (GM): [ [White Wraith’

Nail slides the glove back on. “I am conscious. What I long to be is human.”
Fin: So Jess… going to put incognito presence on us.
Along with mind shield.
THEN cloak the spells + auras
With the artifact/imbued
Jessica (GM): Sounds good to me.
There’s a dirt road ahead that matches the address, you think.
Turns off and through some trees.
Fin: Oh, time of day? I’d meant ot go during day time…
Jessica (GM): late afternoon.
Sun’s still up, but you’re headin towards 6.
Which is probably the right time to go unnoticed, anyway.
Fin: Okay…
Jessica (GM): Public event, and all.
Fin: “Why would you want to be human? Humans are fuckin’ shit…”
Can we spot this revival?

Nail spends more Pyros, the crackle along the dead skin lasting longer this time. “My perceptive abilities are now enhanced.”
Jessica (GM): As you crest a hill, you’ll spot the farm, first— Barbed wire fences over a pretty huge acreage.
Cows, long rows of crops.
Heavy equipment and a number of small houses dotting the complex.
And there, just past the open cow gate, is a big black tent that’s been pitched out on the grass.
Lotta cars parked across from it.
Just there in the field.
Fin: “… Cool.”

Fin pulls the car over to the other cars.
Fin: “Guess this is us… Man, last time I was in a big fuckin’ circus… I killed the tent… It was weird.”
Jessica (GM): Good many people out here, some sitting in folding chairs inside the tent, others standing out beside it.
You can hear a voice over the loudspeakers already.
Fin: circus tent* that should read…
Mr. Miller-Roth: “Drink tonight. Feel better tomorrow. That would be a miracle. Well, meet a miracle.”
Fin: (God damn Roths.)

Nail gets out and gently shuts the door, making note of the people and trying to keep a tally of where they are. “You seem bigoted much like the ones who tried to kill you. Though less violent.”
Mr. Miller-Roth: “That’s an advertising message I heard on the radio a few days ago for a hangover remedy. No, no, really.”
Fin: “Bigoted is about right. Hard to not fuckin’ me…”
Mr. Miller-Roth: “It’s supposed to enable you to drink to excess, indulge your vice, and not have to deal with that nasty aftereffect called a hangover.”

Fin mutters that last bit, then climbs on out of the car.
Mr. Miller-Roth: “Now, you like to drink, but don’t like to suffer? You’re not gonna find that miracle cure at Walmart or over at the pharmacy, my friends.”
“But you’ve come to the right place if you’re looking for relief from suffering.”

Nail listens. “He is going to suggest Christ as a solution.”
Mr. Miller-Roth: “Because we are full to the brim on Mercy. Mercy is a gift from heaven that prevents hell.”

Fin moves on into the tent, staying toward the back. She stands, she listens, she watches…
Fin: anything on mage sight?
Mr. Miller-Roth: He’s pacing the stage. You’re picking up nothing at all on mage sight from him.
He’s got the same eyes as the man you killed last night— shape, and color.
Good twenty years older though, early fifties maybe.
“In fact, in Romans 9:23, we see mercy identified as one of the most dominant themes in the whole salvation narrative. In that verse, those who are saved are called “vessels of mercy.” That’s us – as followers of Christ, we’re vessels of mercy.”
“And we are all vessels of Mercy here, my friends.”
“The angel himself walks among us, even now. For our salvation.”

Nail shakes his head and whispers to Fin. “I am an alchemically animated collection of body given a semblance of life through the Divine Fire. Not a vessel of mercy.”
Nail: (oh if it matters Jes, I have 360-degree perception and can react to surprise)
Mr. Miller-Roth: “Now, we cannot mistake that relief for pure absolution. Let me tell you a story one of our brothers told me the other day.”
(WIll bear in mind!)
“One day, the Police Department in a small country town, received a phone call from a worried citizen who reported that he had seen the same car pass by his home five times. That in itself would not have been enough to call out the police. But, the caller continued. The car was driving in reverse. Police later reported that they stopped a teen-age girl after a number of complaints that a car had been seen going around the neighborhood in reverse for some time.”
Fin: Going to check mundane empathy, just to try to get a bead on how serious this guy is?
Mr. Miller-Roth: "When the police approached the stopped vehicle, the girl had a very logical explanation of her strange behavior. She told police that her parents had let her use the car, but they had reversed their decision when they discovered that she had put too many miles on it. “I was just trying to unwind some of it,” she said. Well, don’t try this trick. As most of us learn the hard way in life, you can’t unwind the past."
Fin: rolling {4d10!>10}>8
= 2 Successes
if he believes himself.
Mr. Miller-Roth: Extremely. He’s a good speaker, too.
He tells a story well, even if you probably don’t give a shit about it.
There’s laughter, as he finishes it.
“But if it’s really impossible to undo the mistakes of the past, what hope do we have? Let’s start with these questions first: What are the three most important lessons we need to take from today’s Gospel? What three words best describe God in Luke’s story of the father and his two sons? And, finally, what are the three most important things we need to know about God? Well, the answer to all of the above questions is the same. Mercy, mercy, mercy. There is nothing which is beyond the mercy of God. And every one of us desperately needs to know and hold on to this reality.”

Nail listens to the story. “Aside from his presumed offspring’s attempt to murder you, he seems nice.”
Mr. Miller-Roth: "In past generations, the concept of mercy was perhaps a more familiar one. It was considered a virtue and a spiritual gift to be desired and pursued. Teachers and parents considered mercy a crucial part of one’s spirit and character that should develop as a person grew to Christian adulthood. In the 1600’s, Shakespeare wrote some of his most beautiful work around the theme of “the quality of mercy.”"
“Now, we’ve lost a lot of that today, haven’t we, folks.”
He looks around the room, to murmuring assent.
“But you can find it, if you look. There is still light, even in the darkest corners of this fallen world.”
“And we certainly all still need it, don’t we? One way to see how mercy is so crucial in our lives is to reflect for a minute on the constant human condition. I would venture to say that every person here today is carrying some sort of burden. And some are carrying extremely heavy burdens-burdens of sorrow at some quick, hurtful words we shouted in anger, burdens of despair at some bad habit we feel we cannot change, burdens of regret at some unkind or dishonest thing we did against another person, or burdens of embarrassment at not doing something kind or generous to help someone who needed us.”
“But I’m telling you, all of you gathered here tonight. It’s yours for the taking.”
Mr. Miller-Roth: “If you step up and beg God his mercy, the angel of Mercy will bless you.”

Nail is intrigued, but doubtful. “I am curious what would occur if i indulged this request.”
Nail: (one sec gotta check something)

Fin looks bored. Real, real bored.
Mr. Miller-Roth: Nail’s thought is interrupted as a man in a wheelchair rolls up towards the stage.
Jessica (GM): “…P-please, sir, will you pray with me?”
Fin: “Man, I haven’t the slightest idea what he’s about to do…”
Mr. Miller-Roth: He bows his head, laying a hand on the man’s forehead, and begins to pray.
It starts out familiar enough—
Then transitions, still familiar— into the High Speech.
Speaking in tongues, indeed.

Nail moves close and calls out. “I would like to pray as well.”
Mrs. Miller-Roth: A woman smiles to you from the front, rising, Nail. “Of course, son, just give him a moment.”
Fin: “Oh, here it comes…”
Jessica (GM): There’s no spell, Fin. You feel resonance flaring, but no nimbus.
No power of his own working.
Mr. Miller-Roth: And then he’s offering the man a hand. “Nehjarra calls on you to rise up, my brother.”
…The man does. Right out of his wheelchair, onto shaky, thin legs.
There’s applause, cries of hallelujah.
You have no idea how he did it.
“Praise Jesus! Praise Nehjarra!”
“His Mercy is good.”
Fin: No spirits?
Nail: (Should I know, IC or OOC, what Nehjarra is?)
Fin: Ghosts?
Mr. Miller-Roth: (No)
Maybe, Fin. Hard to know, you’re no Death adept.
Mrs. Miller-Roth: The woman smiles at you. “Go ahead, dear.”
Fin: I thought Nail saw ghosts, swhy I ask
but I’ll trust you got it :P
Mr. Miller-Roth: Nail has not seen ghosts, no.
Nail: Only if looking and I am to stupid to think
Mr. Miller-Roth: I’da mentioned.

Nail nods. “Absolutely.” He steps a little closer and stands there. “I do not believe in your theology as an ultimate truth, though I am intrigued and shall accept your prayers as a call to a higher power.”
Mr. Miller-Roth: The man smiles at you. “My boy, we all doubted once. Tell me, what burden is on your heart?”
“What trial do you need God’s mercy in your life to overcome?”

Fin chews at her lip as she watches.

Nail pauses for a moment, and glances to Fin, then back to the stage. “I am told that I should strive to be Awakened.”
Mr. Miller-Roth: He smiles to that. “We all strive for a spiritual awakening, my friend. Pray with me?”
Nail: “Of course.”
Mr. Miller-Roth: He lays a hand on your shoulder. “God, bless this, your vessel of mercy, and grant him answers to the many questions life faces us with.”
“Let him…” He pauses, head tilting back.
And begins incanting again, to Fin’s ears.
Sounds like standard speaking in tongues to you, Nail.
There’s a hushed reverence at the turn.
And you feel something, Nail.
Mr. Miller-Roth: An intense, welcoming warmth.
Fin: What’s he saying in high speech? Did I miss that?
I mean, the jist of it
Mr. Miller-Roth: Like a mother, you’d have to assume.
something along the lines of
‘nehjarra, fill up this empty vessel with your glory’
It loves you, Nail.
It is a singular feeling that you have probably never experienced in your existence.
Nail: Does it want me to do anything? To like, allow it into me? And do I see anything in Twilight?
Mr. Miller-Roth: No, and Twilight is all radiance. It’s overwhelming.
It’s already in you, though, came when the father put his hand on your shoulder.

Nail trembles and waits for the experience to end, unsure what to say or do.
Mr. Miller-Roth: He stops, after a moment, and leans in.
“Why don’t you and your friend join us for dinner after?”
He smiles again, sincere.
“My friends, it is, even with this gift, a journey.” He speaks louder, stepping away from you and assuming your response to the affirmative.
“To some extent, those things weighing us down are all burdens of guilt. We are all too aware of the mistakes we have made. Something—that inner voice we call “conscience”—keeps telling us we could have and should have made better choices. In some cases, we can’t even imagine how anyone could bring forgiveness into our lives. We have given these sins the power of strong and unbreakable chains, allowing those chains to weigh down our future actions. Unresolved guilt prevents us from living a joyful life, and allows the past to rule our present lives."

Fin lifts her hands, palms up… in what might look like prayer, but is totes confusion.

Nail looks confused and says to the man, “I don’t have any friends and am not terribly hungry. Though the offer is appreciated.”
Mr. Miller-Roth: He’s already back on the stage by the time you say so.
You doubt he heard you.
The sermon will continue, but I won’t continue narrating it.
What are you two up to?
There’re some hymns.

Nail returns to report to Fin.

Fin steps over and takes Nail’s arm and leads him back out of the tent.
Fin: “The fuck was that?”
Nail: “Are you familiar with the ectoplasmic state of Twilight?”
Fin: “Yeah.”

Nail speaks quietly as they walk. “Also, I was curious and saw no immediate harm in prayer.”
Nail: “I believe that nehjarra exists in Twilight, and that the preacher communes with it. And that it touched me.”
Fin: “Did you see Nehjarra? I didn’t see shit.”
Oh, Jess, did they tell me anything about Nehjarra that I’m forgetting?
Mr. Miller-Roth: nope
just that Mr. Miller-Roth says it is the angel of mercy
who visited Jesus at Gethsemane and at the cross
for more leads, check: the bible, I guess
Nail: “I did not see any entity I could discern, so much as an overwhelming radiance.”
(it wasn’t Pyros-based was it?)
Mr. Miller-Roth: No.
Fin: “Yeah. Same. So-… What happened to you? I mean… you feel something?”

Nail closes his eyes. “I felt loved and accepted. Whatever this entity slash force is it is not natural. My kind are not loved and accepted on this world.”
Fin: “… okay.”

Fin truly has nothing to say to that, so she just nods and moves on.
Fin: “You think we should do this dinner?”
Nail: “I don’t trust him. But I am intrigued. I leave the risk at your discretion”
Fin: “Well… I think I’ll bet he’d rather recruit than kill. And rather have us curious and eager than forced into it. So… sure. Why the fuck not. Let me just make some calls and let my people know where to find me if I do go missing…”

Nail nods and does his best to listen in, mostly because he is curious. And doesn’t have people. “I’ll wait.”
Fin: Alright, just going to put in a call to Piccolo.
See if he’s heard anything more from Gigabyte and Landline and Modem and whoever else.
I know that ended with Laplace, but figure there might be something else that popped up
Mr. Miller-Roth: Fair.
Piccolo: “Yes, ma’am?”
Nail: Have the people here started looking at me all unpleasantly-yet? (whenever you are done the call)
Fin: Sorry
“Hey man. I’m at uh… this fuckin’ farm. Texting you the coordinates. If shit goes wrong, ya know… that’s where I am…”
“And, uh, you heard anything back from your crew? About that fucker Vayn?”
Piccolo: “Wow, what are you doing in the deep South?”
“No, though I did put in a call to another cabal I know that has a Guardian in it.”
“They’ve never heard of the dude.”
“Which, obvious, I guess, but I know for sure now.”
Fin: “Yeah, figured… buncha bullshit.”
“Thanks for following up.”
“Can you contact with Laplace and make an appointment for me? Like, uh… tonight?”
Piccolo: “Speaking of, I have a bunch of assholes breathing down my neck about who should get some ‘promising site’ in Sicily?”
“You even care who gets it?”
Fin: “Uh-… Any details on the site? Brief version?”
Piccolo: “Awakened Jesuits, near as I can figure from this report.”
“Fuckin’ weird.”
Fin: (yes, Sean, that’s Mae’s assistant. In all his full neck beard glory)
Do I know what Awakened Jesuits is? Like… literally awakened monks?
Piccolo: that would appear to be the statement he’s making, yes.
Nail: (Mae?)
Fin: er
(Mae is my MU character.)
Nail: While you were learning Arcana was he studying the blade?
Fin: “Aight, that’s… yes, weird. Okay, uuuuh… who has most recently helped us? By us I mean you doing a task I ordered. Cause none of those fucks have helped me recently.”
Piccolo: “Oh, uh…” you hear papers shuffling. “Looks like Ogun owed Chance a favor?”
“Other than that these guys are mostly raw who are even asking.”

Nail shoves his hands in his pockets and keeps Twilight overwatch.
Fin: “Yeah, okay, Chance can do it. Sure.”
Piccolo: “Okay, and I’ll see about Laplace. Can’t promise tonight, I think there’s some Assembly thing tonight south side.”
Fin: “Oh, shit, that’s… they’re having a meeting about… fuck I don’t remember. Whatever. Just get in contact for me.”
Piccolo: “Yeah, sure thing.”
“Don’t get killed in basically Indiana, yeah?”
“That whole area sucks.”
Fin: “Yeah…”
“If I die in Indiana, I lose a bet. Thanks.”

Fin hangs up, then looks to Nail.
Fin: “Well… that’s that.”
Nail: “That is an amusing attitude in regards to death”
Piccolo: The sermon has, by this point, wrapped up.
A number of people are leaving— though you see that a good number of them are heading further out onto the farm.
Towards the shacks and other small houses that dot the property.
Nail: Do we see where the preacher has gone or where dinner would be?
Piccolo: He is still there, talking now with that woman you spoke to briefly erarlier.
Oh, also, in answer to your question:
People were nothing but friendly and welcoming to you, the whole time, Nail.
Several people said goodbye to you as they were going, even.
This is not normal.
Fin: “You finna go talk to him? Or we waiting for… him to head back? I fuckin’ hate church.”
Nail: “Finna?”

Nail looks confused for a moment. “Let’s not keep him waiting.”
Fin: “Are you going to go-… Just… fuckin’ go.”

Fin starts that way.

Nail follows. “This place is odd.”
Mrs. Miller-Roth: “Such a pleasure having y’all tonight.” She smiles warmly, going to give Nail a hug. “We haven’t really been introduced yet, have we?”
Fin: “No, no we have not.”
Mrs. Miller-Roth: “I’m Katherine Miller-Roth, and this is of course my husband Samuel.”
Fin: “Hi, Mrs. Miller-Roth. And Reverend Samuel. I’m Amy. This is Nate.”

Nail does not return the hug like an autistic goth kid. “I’m Nail.”
Mr. Miller-Roth: “Nate, Nail?” He smiles, going to shake your hand. “Just pleased to have you both this evening. Hope the sermon wasn’t too longwinded for you.”
Nail: “Nate Nail is my full name. Uh, sorry.”

Fin doesn’t wince at that. Nope! Too good at lying!
Fin: “It was long. But… worth it. I’ve never felt anything like that before!”
Mrs. Miller-Roth: She smiles, looking over to her husband with some pride. “He truly is touched by the angel.”
Nail: How many people are around?
Mrs. Miller-Roth: Mr. Miller-Roth’s phone begins buzzing— it’s just the four of you, at this point.
Mr. Miller-Roth: And he takes a look at it, taking a few paces off. “One second, do you mind?”
Fin: “No problem.”
Nail: “Amy do you and Samuel have an adult son?”
Fin: “So, we were just-…”
Mr. Miller-Roth: He goes away to discreetly answer the phone while Mrs. Miller-Roth starts to engage you in small talk.

Nail activates rote perception mode listen in style go
Mrs. Miller-Roth: She just sort of stares at you for a moment. “I… yes, yes we do. Have you met him?”
“I’m sorry if I should have remembered you.”
Mr. Miller-Roth: “…Are you sure?”
“We’ll meet you there.”
He’s all smiles again as he hangs up. “Folks, I am so, so sorry for this.”
Nail: “Oh, no. I just met someone who looks much like your husband recently. Unrelated.”
Mr. Miller-Roth: “But it looks like we’ve got a bit of a family emergency to take care of.”
“Can I invite y’all back tomorrow evening?”
Fin: “Uh… sure, yeah, absolutely.”
Nail: “Goodbye.”
Mr. Miller-Roth: They’re all smiles until you start heading back to the car, at which point Samuel begins heading back to his house— the big one, there, by the pond - in something of a hurry.
Fin: Any other signs of magic
Jessica (GM): You feel Space pulling at the edge of your senses, as he disappears into his house.
Not sure where to
- nowhere in sight of here.

Nail wonders aloud. “Do you think I murdered their child?”
Fin: “Yeah.”
“Wanna go look around the house?”
Nail: “That sounds fun.”

Fin Sessions - Act 4 Session 4
Mysteriorum Calamitas

The Athenaeum hasn’t changed much, of course— always busy, always fairly quiet.
sorry, draggin’ my notes together.
Take a moment, breathe in that library air.
Old paper and fresh ink.
Fin: yay

Fin has dropped her illusion upon entering Mysterium territory. Back to herself. Rocking tattered jeans (prob bought by Claire, prob painfully expensive), a white sox tee, and a bulls hat.
Jessica (GM): Piccolo is in his usual alcove in the annex— he looks up as you arrive.
He looks to have more or less turned it into an office.
Put a poster on the wall behind him.
That’ll last till Tez notices.
Piccolo: “Heyyy, Fin! You got here early? Wow.”
He waves.
Fin: “Yeah, uh-… Talking a dude out of eating another dude kind of… gives you some perspective…”
“And, uh, a desire to go do something way fuckin’ boring.”
Piccolo: “…Wait, what?”
“I heard a rumor you were hanging out with werewolves, Fin, but I figured it was, you know.”
“A rumor.”
Fin: “Oh, no, no, different incident…”
“Shocking amount of fuckers who eat dudes.”
Piccolo: He rubs the back of his neck. “…You’re just determined to live up to the legend, huh?”
“People talk about you all the fuckin’ time anymore.”
Fin: “Man, I’m trying to chill. Can’t walk down the street without someone pulling a knife on me.”
“Which, who the fuck told you I was meeting Nail?”
Piccolo: “…Huh? Who?”
“Never heard of a dude named Nail, Fin.”

Fin lifts her hands to rub at her face.
Fin: “I asked you to find a Guardian for me to talk to. Who did you find?”
Piccolo: “…Dude named Vayn. I don’t know him, but my girl Ethernet— free Council, don’t think you know her – vouched.”
“Did it not go right?”
Fin: “… Your girl? Who just happens to go to another school?”

Fin is obviously going to address important topics first.
Piccolo: “…I mean like a friend. We have a D&D game.”
“She’s in Open Source, you know them?”
“That guy Laplace’s cabal.”
You probably have heard of Laplace, if only in passing—
he was the old face of the Free Council, before Technarch rolled in and glam’d it up.
He’s from the New Orleans Assembly, came to the city after Israfil “won the war” and made it safe for Consilium.
Piccolo: Recruited new awakened to the libertines, that sorta thing.
Fin: “Right… yeah, sure.”
Piccolo: Sorta made the Chicago assembly a thing.
Fin: “So, uh, fuck no it did not go right. Pulled some kind of enchanted knife and attempted to put it inside me.”
Piccolo: “…Wow.”
“I mean… wow.”
“What’d you say to him?”
Fin: “Quoted a whole fuckload of weird ass scripture stuff, too. Like Samuel L Jackson in Pulp Fiction only not bad ass. Cause… Sam Jackson didn’t die.”
Piccolo: “…That’s fucked up.” He frowns.
“You want me to ask Ethernet where she dug this dude up?”
Fin: “Yeah. Like, I said… almost nothing to him. He started talking about… purity and sins and shit.”
“So, yeah. Please. Ask her what’s up. But-… leave out the part where he died. Just let her know that he was quoting weird religious shit.”
“And was a dick.”
Piccolo: “Because I mean, Ethernet wouldn’t have sent some psycho assassin at you— fuckin’ hell, Fin.”
“You pile up some bodies.”

Fin holds up her hands.
Fin: “I didn’t kill no-fucking-body.”
Piccolo: “I’m not blaming you! I’m just saying, you know that shit’s not normal, right?”
Fin: “Man, I told you already. Dude tried to eat other dude.”
“I left normal behind the day I fuckin’ met Claire.”
Piccolo: “Yeah, I’m still trying to forget you told me that.”
He rubs his face.
“Yeah. I actually uh. Had some news about Claire.”
“Well, not Claire, really.”
“The… what do you call it.”
Fin: “… You-… okay…?”
Piccolo: “New Day Freehold.”
“Apparently a bunch of their crew rolled in on that Guardians bookstore near Grant Park?”
“Told them to get out of their territory. Didn’t pick a fight or anything.”
“Just, you know… menaced at them.”
“That bookstore’s been there like six years.”

Fin squints…
Piccolo: “Not your old one.”
Fin: “Wait, the New Day folks rolled up and evicted the Guardians…?”
Piccolo: “That other one, Unseen Sights or whatever.”
“Just a cabal of them.”
“From their sanctum.”
“Hear it’s probably gonna come up at the celestial congress next month.”
“Figured you’d wanna hear.”
Fin: “Yeah. That’s…”

Fin stops herself, and just shrugs.
Fin: “Not my shit, you know?”
Piccolo: “Yeah, I get you.”
He frowns.
“Anyway, I won’t keep you, know you don’t wanna be late today.”
“I’ll call Ethernet.”
Fin: “Man, fuck you. For like two minutes there I forgot why I was here.”

Fin huffs, and turns to head off to wherever this meeting is.
Fin: “Let me know what she says!”
Piccolo: Down a few floors— the crowd thins with every set of steps.
By the time you get down to the bottom— a quiet garden, arrayed with vines crawling up through empty air and running water.
It’s just you, and, at a small, circular table on a sort of indoor porch, three others.
You know Tezcatlipoca— you can probably guess the other two by reputation.
Madame Strega: That older woman there, sipping at a mug of coffee, is likely Madame Strega, from the Abbatoir.
Fin: Abbatoir owns the club I was at?
Madame Strega: She’s big on the “magic as a living thing” concept, you hear, it’s her primary focus.
Libra: And that middle-aged woman in the three piece suit would be Libra. Chicago’s foremost expert on mystical studies in the academic sense.
She heads up the team that researches most of the artifacts that flow in here.
Jessica (GM): And then there’s you.
Half their age.
Fin: No Tez?
Tezcatlipoca: No no, I said Tez is here too, you’ve just already met him.
Fin: Oh, derp
missed the piccolo talk
“Hey, uh-… sup… everyone…”
Tezcatlipoca: Tez smiles warmly up at you. “Right on time. Hey, Fin.”

Fin stands there. Looking intentionally awkward.
Libra: Libra doesn’t put her book down, but she does glance up to give you a nod.
Madame Strega: “Your reputation precedes you, Curator. Do sit down, yes?”
Fin: “Yeah, guess so…”
Madame Strega: French accent on her.

Fin drifts over to pull out a chair and drops into it.
Madame Strega: Libra’s all Chicago, but not your end of Chicago.
“And I believe we are at a quorum, Tezcatlipoca. It’s past time we acknowledge that Ogun is most likely dead.”
Libra: “Told you that six months ago…” She mutters.

Fin reaches up a hand to scratch the back of her head, just under her hat.
Fin: “Even if you show me his body, I ain’t believin’ it…”
Tezcatlipoca: “He was a legend, to be sure. Either way, Madame Strega’s right, everybody’s here who’s coming tonight.”
“Related to what I wanted to talk about.”
“With Ogun gone, our whole athenaeum’s out of balance. We have no chief Archeomancer.”
“As you guys know, most of the new recruits that come in drop into that department.”
“It is, not to put too fine a point on it, a fucking mess.”
Libra: “Don’t have to tell me that. Acquisitions has been awful. No one’s meeting their quotas.”
“Too many of the young blood want to take and not give back.”
She glances up at you.
“It’s not work you can pass off on a secretary, though.”

Fin makes a ‘tsst’ and shakes her head. “Damn kids…” she mummbles.
Libra: “Much less one who hasn’t even passed the second fucking Mystery.”
Fin: “Me? You talkin’ to me? … If y’all wanna give me a better secretary, I mean… Piccolo’s kind of adorable and all but…”
Madame Strega: “You have been coasting, Finesse.”
She smiles, not unkind, over her mug.
“This is not an attack.”
“But you know this to be true.”

Fin mouths the word ‘coasting’.
Madame Strega: “It is past time you undertook the rite for the next great Mystery.”
“And became Curator in deed, not just in title.”
Fin: Is that something I’d know? The next great mystery?
Madame Strega: we played out one of ‘em, last year at some point
there are five, in the Mysterium.
Only the deepest masters have seen them all.
Each reveals some fundamental facet of magic.
In your last one, believe you saw some vision of Atlantis, and the lesson of its fall.
Ironic, since you’ve had that “vision” in far more detail since.
Fin: Yeah.
But do I know what the next one is? Or just that it’s… similar in concept.
Madame Strega: but they’re the core part of what is still fundamentally an old-style secret society.
Fin: Experience something , learn
Madame Strega: nobody knows, save those who’ve undertaken it.
Fin: Gotcha.

Fin reaches up a hand and rubs at her face.
Tezcatlipoca: “We want you for the job, Fin. It is a real job, to be sure.”
“You have a hell of a reputation in this city at this point.”
“People talk about some of the shit you’ve did like you’re a modern day adventurer.”
Fin: “Woah, woah, wait, wait…”
“This is about me being the new Chief Archeomancer?”
Tezcatlipoca: “You’re the best candidate.”
“You’re one of the strongest adepts in the Mysterium, did you know that?”
“One of the stronger mages in the city.”
“People have noticed.”
Madame Strega: “It’s nothing to do with age or practice, this is the mistake so many make.”
“Some have the spark for it.”
Fin: “Yeah, but… you’re talkin’ about… you want me fuckin’ herding cats?”
Libra: “Administration is part of it, but no, before you spit on it, think for a moment.”
“You would be the head of a group of mages that ranges worldwide, and beyond.”
“You would have first pick on the best expeditions.”
“And the first look at the secrets uncovered.”
“Any mage in the city would kill for an opportunity like this.”
Fin: “The secrets I grapple with are the ones that fuckin’ assault me as I walk down the fuckin’ street.”
Libra: “And you’re still alive.”
“This recommends you further.”
Fin: “And did y’all know about this Cheiron Group shit?”
“Cause that was a night of my life I ain’t gettin’ back. Fuckin’… awful.”
Libra: A beat. “And lucky, too, it seems.”
Tezcatlipoca: “You should talk to Walsh about them, some night.” He shakes his head.
Fin: “Yeah, so, maybe I take this job to actually keep these fuckin’ kids safe.”
Tezcatlipoca: “That’s an excellent reason to take it.”
“You know better than most people in this city how dangerous it is.”
“We all feel the draw to it.”
“But the danger— that’s something you have to live through.”
Fin: “You realize that means I believe y’all-… well. Guess not you all. But Ogun was a total fuckin’ failure.”
Libra: Libra sniffs. “Speaking ill of the dead’s in bad taste.”
Fin: “No disrespect, ma’am. But you try to destroy a whole fuckin’ world, I’ll speak ill of you, too.”
Madame Strega: “There would be one requirement.” Strega puts in, keen to change the subject.
“You’re too young to be a solitary, Fin.”
“It looks odd to the public, sends the wrong message to the apprentices.”
“You need to find a new cabal.”
“Or form one, if you like.”
Fin: “I’m workin’ on it. I been talking with Hip Flask.”
Tezcatlipoca: “The old man let you past his front door? I’m impressed.”
“He’s choosy.”
Fin: “I do think he offered me membership. But it was… well. Kind of a fucked up series of events.”
“Which… seems to be normal…”
Tezcatlipoca: He scratches his nose. “Fuck, I’d take it, Fin, if I weren’[t already in a cabal.”
“When I was younger, I spent months trying to get into Hip Flask.”
“Didn’t even get as far as his private museum.”
Fin: “Eh… he said some shit about my curious lines of fate.”
Tezcatlipoca: “…Yeah, that’d do it.”
Fin: “So, ya know. Don’t feel bad. Not all of us can be so blessed with almost dying continually.”
Tezcatlipoca: Libra sniffs at Tez’s comment.
Fin: “So, yeah, I get it. Find a cabal. I agree. I’m working on it.”
“Quite… honestly… I’m pretty fucking sad the way shit went.”
“But it’s on my to-do list. Right at the top.”
Libra: “To quote a wise man.”
“Life sucks, get a fucking helmet.”
“Are you interested or not?”
Fin: “Yeah… I’m interested. Assuming there’s help. Assuming there’s something left behind by Ogun I can work with.”
Libra: “Oh, to be sure.”
“The key to the Reliquary.”
Fin: “To the Reliquary.”
“Yeah. I’m interested.”
Madame Strega: “First, we are called to give you life.”
you can occult+int that, if you’d like.
it’s a specific thing, being referenced.
Fin: rolling {3d10!>10}>8
= 1 Successes
Madame Strega: That is… probably not something you expected to hear from a meeting of Curators.
People have heard of it—
ideally, the five mysteries are withheld from the members of the Mysterium
until they are deemed ready for them, or already living in a way representative of them.
A ceremony, more than a test.
Giving the Atlantean Life, as it’s called.
Madame Strega: Is a… shortcut.
Basically… giving you that life that is acceptable.
Whether it fits you or not.
Fabricating a destiny. Things like that.
It’s… frowned upon as a hubristic thing to do.
Madame Strega: Better to live to become worthy, than be made ready by the arcana.
Fin: So, it changes a person?
Madame Strega: Not your personality.
But it may change your… destiny.
It’s altering the river of your life’s natural flow.
By force, to a proscribed path.
Things that might have happened won’t— things that never would have, will.
How much that matters to you is up to you.
Fin: And this is not something anyone knows the Mysterium is doing? And wouldn’t know if Ogun did this?
Madame Strega: Like I said—
it’s publicly like, forbidden.
By the same curators now telling you they wanna do it to you.
Fin: Right. And what’s the point? Power, I’m guessing?
Madame Strega: making you ready for the power, basically.
making sure you fit the standards laid down by the society for people who wield it.

Fin blinks a few times, and looks to Strega like she might not have heard that. After a moment, she squints.
Fin: “Sorry, what?”
Libra: “We need a chief archeomancer and Daduchomoi now.”
“Your fate, as it current lies.”
“Will not see you through the fourth Mystery.”
“I’ve seen it.”
“And yet, we need you to be ready now.”
Fin: “Did y’all do it?”
Libra: “What am I, a Seer of the Throne?”
“Not without your consent.”
Fin: “No, no… to yourself. To each other. Have it done to you.”
Tezcatlipoca: “…No.”
“But this is a different situation.”
“Things aren’t right in Chicago, Fin.”
“We don’t all know what’s going on, but we all feel it.”
“Especially as the crowd thins into the adepts.”
“This library needs to be ready.”
Libra: “And as it stands now, we do not have time to see if your destiny takes a turn down a useful path at some point in the future.”
“It may never.”
She says it so matter-of-factly, it’s like she doesn’t even understand she’s being insulting.

Fin considers for a long moment, tilting her gaze up and away. She stares at nothing. Then she shrugs.
Fin: “Aight.”
Libra: “Wonderful.”
Her nimbus flares, like dark amber, or sunlight passing through a pane of dark glass.
You can resist the incantation, if you want to for some reason.
targeting you.
Fin: Gimme a sec here…
Reading spells.
Libra: Okay.
Fin: Ok, nm!
Not doin’ nothin’.
Libra: The spell coils around you, your being—
It doesn’t feel like so much.
Jessica (GM): Tez leans forward, a glass of cool liquid in his hand.
He pricks his finger with a small needle, bleeding a single drop into it, and pushes it to you.
Tezcatlipoca: “Drink.”

Madame Strega bows her head, and the lantern lighting the table flares like a brazier, bathing the whole of the lower annex in light.
Fin: “This is fucked up, Tez. Just want that on the official record.”

Fin takes the cup all the same and drinks.
Madame Strega: “And open your third eye.”
“You are walking a trail that is illuminated by centuries.”
“That our people have walked since the earliest days.”
believe she’s telling you to activate a mage sight.

Fin looks around, as if expect something obvious to happen. And when it doesn’t, well, yes, mage sight…
Madame Strega: The world seems dim, under the scrutiny of the light that Madame Strega has brightened.
Your own self, though, your body.
Is strangely illumined.
Drawing the eye.

Fin gives a curious look down at her own hand.
Madame Strega: You catch a particular sparkle in the radiance— not one singular piece of magic, of power, but a thousand thousand.
All of them making up you.
It’s as though your hand is transparent, or at least unimportant, as you focus in on it.
You have the vaguest sense of your whole body, as you stare.
You can feel the back of your retinas as your eyes swivel down.
This is something primordial.

Fin slowly raises her other hand, and looks at that, her lips pursed.
Madame Strega: Have you ever seemed so intensely alive?
You feel your personal resonance, of course, as any other mage might.
But you see another pattern, beyond it, as you examine yourself.
And another pattern within it…
And more within all those loops and lines.
Your very nature is written here.
Madame Strega: And you’re seeing it for the first time.
Pure, so pure, as you reach down towards the core of it.
And dimming on the surface.
Like dead skin cells.
The outer edges of your being muted by the Fallen World.
But the core of you is still so brilliant.
Fin: “Not what I was… expecting…”

Fin mummbles to herself, distant… a million miles away..
Madame Strega: You can commit this pattern to memory, if you like. It’s infinitely complex, but still so…
It’s you, after all.
As your eyes gradually turn upward, you will see that Strega has produced a mirror—
Seeing yourself in it reveals a wholly different world than the one within you.
You can see in it the reflection of your very soul. It’s similar to scrutinizing resonance in the same way that swimming in a pool is similar to swimming in the ocean. The pool is tame and sterile; the ocean is alive, always moving and apparently infinite.

Fin will just stare at that mirror for a long moment, trying to make sense of this all… and surely, yes, committing it all to memory.
Madame Strega: You can see every crack in yourself that lets the Fallen World seep in.
Dimming you, yes, but also anchoring you here.
The light could not exist without those anchors, however corrosive.
You can see your own resonance here, with more detail than any other mage might. You see countless resonances, more accurately— mingled within your aura and your soul. Joys, sorrows, jealousy and respect, obscurity and fame.
Love, and its loss.
All of it has fingerprints on the pattern.
Libra: “…This is what it’s all for, Fin.”
“The Fallen World makes less of us than we are.”
“But you see it, don’t you?”
“What we could have if we could bring magic nearer.”
“What we could all have.”

Fin looks up at Libra, but seems to have trouble seeing her. She slowly bobs her head.
Fin: “Y-… yeah.”
Madame Strega: The vision, over time, will fade, as long minutes pass in silence.
It’s finally Strega who speaks, as the light dims finally back to its normal level.
“Until that day, the flaws within us remain.”
Jessica (GM): gain status 4(Mysterium).
Tezcatlipoca: “…Welcome back, Hierophant. You’ve been through a door I have not.”
Fin: Hierophant?
Oh, got it
Tezcatlipoca: Honorific, yeah.
Fin: “Always will remain…” Fin mummbles.

Fin then blinks a few times, and looks around at all three.
Fin: “Did Ogun do this?”
Libra: “Yes. He, and I, and Airyaman.”
“We are the only three still alive in Chicago who have.”
“It is an important lesson, for an archeomancer.”
“To understand why we must love, and fear, so fiercely.”
“Magic is pure.”
“But we are not.”
Fin: “This is what broke Ogun, then…”

Fin lets out a long breath, and rubs at her face once more.
Libra: “You keep speaking as though you have some special insight into what befell him.”
Fin: “Uh… yeah. Last saw him in Detroit. He was working to destroy the Abyss. To drive it out of the Fallen World… permanently.”
Libra: “So you were there.”
Fin: “Yeah. As much as anyone was there.”
Libra: “A good intent, either way. I take it it didn’t work out.”
Fin: “He wanted to kill… six billion people. Some of us objected…”
Libra: She shakes her head.
“Heavy in your resonance, as well, Fin.” Again, matter of fact.
“Be careful you don’t follow him.”
Fin: “Though…” Fin laughs. “I can’t fuckin’ remember the most of it. Had a little detour… to Atlantis. Bullshitted with an exarch. Then… blank.”

Fin takes a breath, and sits up straighter.
Fin: “I see what it looks like. I understand the temptation. I’d stop myself… just as I stopped him.”
Tezcatlipoca: “The vault is somewhere in Lincoln Square.”
“Only the Chief Archeomancer and the Censor knew where.”
“Unfortunately, Ogun was both.”

Fin gives a laugh.
Madame Strega: “For security, it must always be this way. Imagine if the Hierarch, or the Guardians— or gods forfend, the Seers — were to compromise another.”
Fin: “Pretty sure there was some working with the Seers in Ogun’s playbook. So… yeah. Better fuckin’ find that.”
“Who’s the new Censor?”
Libra: “I am. I’ll leave the hunting to you, however.”
She pulls something from her coat pocket— a bus pass.
“That is the key.”
“You will have to discern the lock.”
Fin: “Oh, perfect…”

Fin mutters, as she takes the pass.
Fin: “So, uh, get a fuckin’ cabal. And then y’all are getting me another secretary?”
Tezcatlipoca: “Piccolo’s doing a good job with you. Improving, too.”
“The more mundane things you can still leave to him.”
“But some of your work… ruins.”
“That can’t be left to anyone who hasn’t been through what you’ve been through.”
“And can’t be compromised to a first rank initiate. He’s a good kid.”
Tezcatlipoca: “But you’ve been through four mysteries now.”
“Is he ready?”
Fin: “Naw. He’s ready to level up his paladin or some shit.”
Tezcatlipoca: He nods.
Fin: “What I need, though, is someone who fuckin’ handles those mundane things I ask for. Doesn’t send me a fucking wikipedia link when I ask him to research demons.”
Libra: “Punish him, then.”
Fin: “So, what do you y’all think? Lean on him harder? Drag his ass out with me to see some real life?”
Libra: “This is not so difficult.”
“Spend whatever time with him you feel the need to, I guess.”
“When my workers aren’t doing their jobs, I restrict their access here.”
“Gets results.”
“But if your people don’t perform?”
“Ultimately that’s a reflection on you, not him.”
Libra: “Manage him right and he’ll work right.”
Fin: “Mmm. Thanks…”
Libra: She nods.
“The real world’s not out there, anyway.”
“It’s in here.” She taps her chest.
Fin: “… Sure.”
Tezcatlipoca: “You represent us now, Fin, in a lotta ways.”
“The Archeomancer spends the most time out there.”
“And you outrank me and Strega.”
“Place of pride.”
“That’s trust.”
Fin: “Mmph. Okay, well-… how about we get to some real shit then. Y’all got any idea why some fuckhead quoting weird as scripture is trying to kill me?”
What was his name… vayne?
Madame Strega: Vayn*
Fin: “Vayn. Guardian, supposedly.”
Madame Strega: Strega’s eyes widen. “…Why were you at the farms?”
“He is no guardian.”
Fin: “The farms? … What? I was at your fuckin’ club!”
Madame Strega: “…What?”
“They ventured into Oldtown?”
She shakes her head.
“This Vayn you speak of is known to me, but he is no Guardian.”
“He is one of the Disciples of Nehjarra.”
may mean nothing to you.
Fin: rolling {3d10!>10}>8
= 0 Successes
Nothing at all :P
“Which is… what?”
Madame Strega: “They are apostates. They live outside of Hammond, on a large farm.”
“A large cabal, they have dwelled here for years.”
She frowns.
“They have kidnapped many mages who Awaken in their territory, but to stray to downtown?”
“Never have I heard of this.”
Fin: “Stray down town and…”

Fin tugs down the collar of her tee, to reveal the still burnt flesh.
Madame Strega: “They are a cult.”
Fin: “Celestial fire. Quotes scripture at me then sets me the fuck on fire.”
Madame Strega: “They worship this Nehjarra as an awakened Christ.”
“A spirit, perhaps, or perhaps nothing at all.”{
“I know not which. It does not do to interact with them, and they are not supposed to intrude on the Consilium’s lands”
“This is… very bold.”
“And why you?”
Fin: “Why me is big fucking question.”
Madame Strega: Hammond’s like
almost all the way to the Indiana border
Fin: I know where Hammond is, yep
Madame Strega: haha, sorry, shoulda figured
Fin: It’s in Indiana.
Madame Strega: well, they live on the border
Fin: “Honestly, though… kind of relieved he’s not Cheiron. That’d be fucked…”
Madame Strega: She frowns, nodding.
“This is in some ways worse.”
“Cheiron is still Sleeping, at least.”
Fin: “Y’all wanna throw down some cash? Little friendly wager that these dudes worship an Abyssal?”
Tezcatlipoca: “Take that bet. Hard to see the Hierarch turning a blind eye to that.”
“For all his… eccentricities.”
“There’s still lines.”

Fin snorts…
Tezcatlipoca: “Believe me, I know.”
“We should compare notes sometime, if we’re both convinced we’re not being monitored.”
“I’m not, today.”
He pours himself a cup of coffee.
Fin: “Regardless… Abyssal or not… if dude’s claiming to be a Guardian…”
“The Guardians should be made aware.”
Libra: “Ennh, have fun with that.”
Fin: “And, you know, maybe take care of one of my problems for me. Which would be great…”
Libra: “They’ve been less diplomatic since Andromeda’s passing.”
“And she wasn’t anything special.”

Fin sighs…
Fin: “I figured, but… damn.”
Libra: “You think you’re the only one who’s felt things on the wind around here, Fin?”
“That’s gone poking?”
“Every smart mage in this city is bracing.”
“Which means looking to your own first.”
“Be glad you’ve got someone to brace with.”
Fin: “Yeah, yeah…”
“Well. Last piece of new, I guess… y’all been across the Gauntlet lately? … Oh, and why the fuck did y’all ignore Wounds cropping up down the fuckin’ street?”
Madame Strega: “The werewolves are most adamant that this is their duty.”
“It is best not to cross them, as I believe you know better than many.”
Fin: “Okay, why are they not taking care of it?”
Madame Strega: She shrugs.
“I am not a werewolf.”

Fin gives a sigh.
Madame Strega: “If they do not, and things grow out of control, we will take measures.”
Fin: “Right. Aight.”
Madame Strega: “In the meantime, we have troubles enough, no?”
“This is maybe the one thing about being a mage that only time can teach.”
Fin: “I mean, if you want me to rank trouble… I’m putting sleep fire god above those jehovah’s witnesses or whatever…”
Madame Strega: “Not to seek out everyone’s troubles.”
“That is a good way to find yourself too burdened to deal with any of them.”
“And even the least of them can kill you.”

Fin stands up.
Fin: “Real world’s in here, right? All that matters…” she says, tapping her chest, then rolling her eyes
Libra: “Never said we lived in a real world, Fin.”
“In the meantime, we have to deal with this one.”
“Helps me to know there’s better.”
Fin: “Right, well. Guess I better get fuckin’ started. Y’all can pass on word there’s a new head of Archaeomancers. And I have more time to make sure all these kids are doing their fuckin’ jobs than Ogun did.”
Libra: “Great. I’ll be in touch soon, let me know when you find the Reliquary.”
“We have som e key items to go over together.”
“Speaking of Cheiron Group.”

Fin groans.
Fin: “Aight.”
Tezcatlipoca: “This, Fin.”
“Is why I’m an Archivist.”
He rises as well.
“I’d better get back to that.”
Madame Strega: Madame Strega will rise as well.
“I have to prepare the site for tomorrow night’s rituals, myself.”
“You are most welcome, if you would like a peek into the Egregori, Fin.”
Tez, behind her, quietly shakes his head at you.
Fin: “Maybe we can have some tea and talk about how my girlfriend left me?” Fin says, with a smirk
Madame Strega: “It is somewhat more… a spiritual experience, than all that.”
“I have found a powerful leyline, uncommonly strong.”
“We will work a rite to let the magic flow through us.”
“Greater than any mundane high, to say the least, and a great way to feel the ties to the living magic.”
Fin: “Eh-… Thank you. Really. I mean, maybe, some day. But for now I think I’m finna get high and take a bath.”
“You know. Get high the… regular way…”
Madame Strega: She dips her head.
“Fair enough. If you want good weed, you should speak to my cabalmate at the bar.”
“He has a good hookup from Colorado, now that they have legalized it.”
Fin: “Now that’s a good tip. I appreciate it.”
Madame Strega: Libra just rolls her eyes, picking up her book.

Fin Sessions - Act 4 Session 3 / Nail Sessions - Act 4 Session 1
Dial N for Murder...?

Fin will assume the form of a white blonde woman.
Cause, ya know. Why not.
Jessica (GM): Huh. Sure, okay.
oh and feel free to uh
let me in on what your pleasure is, lol
Fin: See how some of that privilege fits..
what what?
Jessica (GM): Jessica (GM): I’m ready any ol’ time.
Where would you like to pick up?
We kinda left you at loose ends last time.
You have on your docket, now, which is seeming to get bigger:
a big meeting at the Mysterium Athenaeum that you’ve been asked to attend.
The gifts of the Dethroned Queen
Jessica (GM): Jessica (GM): the shit that the Hierarch has been up to.
aaaand the Cheiron Group, which is apparently crazy aware of your kind under the surface.
Sam C.: My stomach is in open revolt. So apparently I’m just going to be running afk a lot
Jessica (GM): Hitch also wandered off somewhere, and
last, but not least
pursuing the secrets of Mastery
Jessica (GM): what’s yer pleasure
or somethin else
Fin: Oh!
Sorry, I clicke dback into this and was like… I read this already is this thing busted
My pleasure was, step 1, make sure I had a new face/body.
I’m considering step 2!
The meeting is not for a little while yet, yes?
Jessica (GM): fair, fair
It was on Wednesday from when we left off on a… Monday?
if you want it to not be for a little while, you got space in there
Fin: Right, right
Mostly don’t wanna dive into that if Sean’s joining us
Jessica (GM): fair
can wait on him, if you’d like
Fin: And so… I think I ought to talk to some guardians about the Chieron Group.
Jessica (GM): even fairer!
Fin: With my lying spell/mind read shield on full blast :P
Jessica (GM): You can probably get a contact of a contact to put you in touch with a Guardian
If you want to meet, though? Probably at the “neutral ground” space for cabals to meet in Chicago.
And also Snow’s new cabal—
The Abattoir.
Old Town, it’s a mid-to-high-end dance club.
Fin: Oh, right, that place.
Jessica (GM): Don’t think you’ve ever been.
Fin: Probably no. But, sure!
Sure as in… yeah, let’s meet there.
Jessica (GM): Gotcha gotcha.
Place opens around 5 pm.
Tragically unhip to be at a dance club that early, but whatev
Fin: Tragically unhip sounds ideal.
Jessica (GM): sorry, pulling my notes.
Fin: np
Jessica (GM): okay, I’m ready.
The place is largely empty as you enter— mostly staff in here, at present. Looks like your contact hasn’t arrived as yet, either.
THere’s a man sitting at one of the tables who looks up at you, though, and he immediately demands attention—
In his mid sixties, he nonetheless has near-waist length silver hair which flows down his back in shockingly straight lines, offsetting an extremely loud coat— purple and red with flecks of blue in crazy, swirling patterns.
There’s tails on the jacket, you realize—
Like a circus ringleader.

Fin draws to a stop, and finds herself just staring at the man for longer than is polite.
Fin: No one I know, I’m assuming.
Jessica (GM): No indeed.
He returns your gaze, tilting his head.

Fin blinks.
Jessica (GM): “Interesting magic. Care for a drink?”
Fin: “Uh-… sorry… I-… what?”
Jessica (GM): He has an accent you don’t really recognize— eastern european.
“Your enchantments. You have an artist’s style in their weaving.”

Fin gives a slow blink, then slowly looks around the empty club. Is this real life? She settles her gaze back on the man.
Fin: “I, uh-… I’m meetin’ someone. Sorry.”
Jessica (GM): “That is everyone’s story when they arrive here in my home.”
“I suspect they have not, as yet, arrived, no?”
Fin: “Don’t… think… so…”

Fin says that, as she slowly looks around. Because she doesn’t quite know who she IS looking for.
Fin: “So… guess I can get a drink while I wait.”
Jessica (GM): “By all means. An introduction would not be taken amiss, either.” He flicks a wrist, and the chair across from him slides out.
“Jon?” He calls over to the bar, leaning aside. “Something neat for the young lady, I suspect.”

Fin steps forward with a demeanor that doesn’t quite match her appearance.
Fin: “Uh, thanks… Jon…”

Fin clears her throat, and looks back to the man.
Fin: “Fin.”
“… that, I mean, that’s my name.”
Jessica (GM): “Ahhhh, the elusive Curator of our local library. Charmed.”
“I am the Chevalier, I run the show, so to speak, here.”
“I do hope you’ll have time to stay for our performance this evening.”
Fin: “Nice to meet you… I was planning on checkin’ outta here the moment I was done. What’s the… performance?”
Jessica (GM): He looks a little startled, at that.

Fin just continues to stare, looking slightly annoyed… as she normally looks.
The Chevalier: “You are… not familiar with our cabal at all, truly?”
Fin: “This right here feels a little bit like when you bump into a celebrity on the street… which one of us is it supposed to be more awkward for?”
The Chevalier: “Ah, fair, fair, I forget you are yet young, despite your… formidable aura.”
“We have only run this club since, ah… 2015, or so, thereabouts? It was quite the affair with the local consilium when we settled down.”
“Before that, Satordi’s Satanic Sideshow, the Abattoir, as we are now called, traveled the world.”
“We are performers.”
“And Adamantine Arrow, of course. Aside from Madame Strega, she is one of your rank.”
Fin: “Of course she is.”
The Chevalier: “Israfil requested us by name.” He waves a hand.
“We were given this property in exchange for further Arrow protection in your city.”
“And of course, we have not abandoned our sense of style. " He looks over to th ebar again. “Jon! The drink, and then turn on the evening lights.”
“Our audience will arrive shortly enough.”
As the lights are turned up in the bar, you get a better look at the walls, the decor—
Fin: “… Right…”
The Chevalier: black, red, and white circus stripes adorn the walls.
The place is fastidiously clean, clearly high scale, but it nonetheless takes on a certain air of the carnival.
The bartender shortly after brings you a glass of some clear liquor.
“You really should stay, Fin.”
“Your friend Snow has revolutionized our scoring.”

Fin takes the drink, eyeing it, then sniffing it…
The Chevalier: Vodka, you think.
Fin: “Uh, scoring?”
The Chevalier: “Music?”
Fin: “Oh! Yeah… yeah. Uh… yeah, okay, whatever. Sure. I’ll stay for your… show.”
The Chevalier: “Wondrous, wondrous. Ah, and of course, a friendly word—”
“You may see many strangers in the night here this evening.”
“The Abattoir accepts all kinds.”
“Please, be respectful, yes?”
He raises a glass.
Fin: “Oh, yeah… always.”

Fin lifts her glass, as well, then takes a very careful sip.
The Chevalier: It’s good— top shelf stuff, like Claire always kept.
Hey Sean, you about?
Sean C.: I am!
Jessica (GM): Just added your character to you.
Sean C.: Excellent
Nail: (le test)
Jessica (GM): Chicago has been lonely, since your arrival here. This is probably not a particularly large change for you, though.
People cross streets to avoid you when you walk down its sidewalks.

Nail is not unused to it.
Jessica (GM): You did, however, come across something in your bag as you were digging through it, earlier.
A scrap of paper you certainly didn’t put there.
‘The Abattoir. Seek Finesse in all your dealings.’
Sean C.: Wizard House!
Jessica (GM): An address is scrawled at the bottom, in a hasty hand.

Nail mutters to himself, and then to any ghosts who may be around. “Anyone see who did this… I didn’t do it…”
Jessica (GM): The shadows stretch long around you, as you look across that veil.
But they have nothing to say.

Nail isn’t sure why Finesse is capitalized, so he shall assume he is meant to be, well, agile. But he does head to the address, curious and wary.
Jessica (GM): It’s a club, looks like, Nail— fancier part of town than you’re accustomed to.
Doesn’t appear to be a cover, though.
It starts on two stories, the name ABATTOIR lighting the outside of the building in garish green neon.
Sean C.: Is there a discrete alley anywhere I can duck into?
Jessica (GM): Yeah.
Fin: For reference… old town…

Nail takes a quick detour before entering the club, tossing his bag into a dumpster and charging Pyros through his body, dumping in enough to fully charge his Corporeum Alembic of Motus, and then moves to enter the club with extreme Grace, but also looking no one in the eye.
Jessica (GM): Fin, you’re watching the door, still waiting for this Guardian you’re supposed to be meeting, when Nail walks in.
What does she see?

Nail is pale, but not inhumanly so. Very plain, but moderately stylish, if one is into the urban goth scene. Hoodie, probably stolen, all black, running shoes. A charge of unnatural energy for those sensitive to things like that.

Fin is, at this moment, a pretty blonde, dressed in a throw back bulls sweatshirt and a lot of black. She’s sitting, by herself, looking generally annoyed.
Jessica (GM): You’re in good company in this bar, even as Fin is feeling increasingly feeling out of place.
Lot of leather in here.
This is a fetish club, Fin. You are pretty sure.
Goths and leather and pale ski n as far as the eye can see.
Fin: “Fuck this place…”

Fin checks her phone that no one actually has the number to.
Fin: Anything weird about Nail that would qualify under Space, Mind, or Spirit sight?
Nail: I imagine being fueled by Ectoplasm may count for the latter
Jessica (GM): Indeed it does.
Plus just the vaguest whiff of unease when you lay eyes on him.
Nothing like what you felt coming off the Rag Man.
But familiar.
A feeling that says "look elsewhere. move on.’

Nail looks around. “Interesting…” he whispers as he slides through the crowd, moving like a fetish-crowd olympian,

Fin watches the man for a moment, then moves on. Cause staring is rude.
Nail: Oh I was supposed to roll for one of these powers. To remember how…
Jessica (GM): OH yeah uh
go under settings
and add the Roll macro
we just click that to do rolls here
calculates successes for us.
Fin: “What do ya think, man? Should we get outta here…? Shit’s fuckin’ weird…”

Fin is, of course, talking to what looks like an very strange starving dog that’s sitting next to her, in Twilight.
Nail: Not seeing it, hrm
Jessica (GM): lemme check.
(You’d be able to see the dog, likely— weirdest thing in here)
Nail: found it
Jessica (GM): sorry
go to the m— ok
simplifies a lot
first is for number of dice, second is for target number
Nail: rolling {8d10!>10}>8
= 1 Successes
Fin: Second is the roll again number
Jessica (GM): right right
TN only really gets altered by mummy so it never comes up

Nail extends his sight into Twilight, because there are probably ghosts in a goth club… right? WEll, there is a dog, and so he moves to the pair of them. “Cool party.”
Jessica (GM): This isn’t the Guardian, is it? Is this the Guardian?
you never met the guy before.

Fin looks up at Nail, eyeing him for a long moment.
Fin: “Yeah… It’s uh-… Fuck, I got no idea. Just waiting for a… well. Meetin’ someone here.”
Surely I have a name?
Jessica (GM): Yeah, Piccolo got in touch with a friend, who got in touch with a friend, who told you a guardian named Nail would be here

Nail offers a smile.
“Cool. Nice dog.”

Fin doesn’t try very hard to hide a cringe… and then she clears her throat.
Fin: “Oh, yeah, I saved his life so he’s pretty much stuck with me…”
“Annoying as fuck but, ya know. Useful on rare occasion. Plus isn’t dressed in weird ass fuckin’ leather… white people are weird.”

Fin is, of course, white. Right now.

Nail tilts his head. “What does melanin have to do with psychology?”
Fin: “That a serious question…? Or you just decide to walk into a club and start a fight?”

Nail leans back a little onto the balls of his feet. An instinctual fight or flight response, biological, not learned. “I only ask serious questions.”
Fin: “… yeah, okay… Yes, white people do think that darker phenotypes do not.”
“I mean, you know, speaking in broad terms. Seen a few-… uh. Black people in here.”

Fin says, remember that she’s white atm.
Nail: “Neat.”
Fin: “… So anyway. Any chance you who I’m supposed to meeting? Dude named Nail?”

Nail eyes narrow and he glances around, looking for a good escape route or, if need be, a quick improvised weapon. “I’m Nail.”
Fin: “Thank fuckin’ baby Jesus for that. I’m Fin. You… wanna stay to see what this shit’s about?”

Fin gestures to the stage.
Fin: “Or get outta here and talk somewhere quiet?”

Nail shakes his head. “Unless Fin is short for Finesse, I’m staying until I am sure I am not in danger.”
Fin: “Fin is short for Finesse.”
Nail: “Neat. Then let’s go, I suppose!”
Fin: “Thank fuck.”

Fin gets up, gives a look around, then heads for the door.
Fin: Any problems exiting, Jess?
Jessica (GM): No, none.
The pair of you step back out into the night.
Sean C.: Oh Sam, you used Spirit Sight on me?
Fin: “So… Guardian. How’s that shit? Always sounded like such a drag…”
Yeah… I mean, Mage Sight Spirit
Fin always has some kinda “see spirits” going
Sean C.: Then you have to resist Disquiet. Azoth vs Res+Com :|
rolling {3d10!>10}>8
= 1 Successes
Fin: rolling {5d10!>10}>8
= 2 Successes
Sean C.: Yay I lost and you are ok
A mortal spends a full scene in superficial social contact with
the Promethean. Additional scenes in the same chapter do
not count as another trigger.
• A Promethean attempts to seduce, persuade, intimidate, or
otherwise manipulate the mortal, whether through using
Sean C.: Skill rolls or Social maneuvering (see p. 202).
• A character uses supernatural senses on a Promethean, such
as the Unseen Sense Merit or the various detection and
scrutiny-related powers of supernatural beings.
• A mortal witnesses a Promethean’s disfigurements (see p.
Sean C.: • The mortal and the Promethean engage in a conversation
lasting more than a few minutes, or exchange personal
information (even falsified).
Fin: Fin isn’t mortal
Jessica (GM): yeah, one of the things I’m thankful for in 2E
Sean C.: Mages are for this
Fin: Really? Huh
Sean C.: Mages, changelings, hunters, and Sin-Eaters
are human enough that they respond to Disquiet like
human beings. Many such creatures have ways to mitigate or resist Disquiet, if they know to do so
Jessica (GM): ahh, okay.
Fin: Weird. Ok.
Jessica (GM): Fin usually has a mind shield up, which’ll take care of that most like.
Just enough of a problem most of the time to give you that faint sense of unease.
Fin: So Fin has Spirit 2 attainment, which is passively detect the presence of spirits, then when using Mage Sight: Spirit, you can see Spirits in Twilight

Nail is not a spirit, just touched by them. Badly. And then ok. He stares at Fin as they walk out. “Guardian? No, I’m an assistant undertaker.”
Fin: “Assistant-… uh. Yeah, okay… Whatever…”
“I’m looking for a little insight into a company called Cheiron Group. Anything an assistant undertaker would know about?”
Sean C.: Jess? Any bells ringing?
Jessica (GM): Not a one, Nail, and—
A man a little older than you in a casual polo shirt and khakis walks over to you two.
Spiked hair.
“Fin, from the Mysterium?”

Nail was starting to walk towards the alleyway where he stashed his bag. “No, I don’t think they are in the funerary business…”

Fin sighs…
Fin: “Yeah?”
Vayn: “Vayn. Thought we were meeting inside the club.”

Vayn looks over at Nail, sizing him up.
Vayn: “…Thought you’d be alone, at that.”

Fin looks aside, at Nail. Then back to Vayn.
Fin: “Was told I was meetin’ a dude called Nail.”

Nail looks between Vayn and Fin. “What’s a Mysterium?”
Vayn: His brow furrows.

Fin sighs AGAIN.
Fin: “Fuckin’ demons…”
Vayn: “Be sober, be vigilant, for your adversary the Devil, as a roaring lion, walketh about, seeking who he may devour.” He mutters.
“Doesn’t matter. I have a message for you.”
Sean C.: Sean isn’t an occultist, but Nail is. Any chance I’d recognize that little passage?
Fin: “Okay…?”
Nail: “This doesn’t seem to be my business.”

Nail states the obvious.
Vayn: That’s not occultism, Nail, but you may well recognize it anyway—
it’s Biblical.
He takes a step forward, before either of you can do anything.
You see a knife flashing in his hand, Nail.
What’s your defense, Fin.
Nail: rolling {6d10!>10}>8
= 1 Successes
Sean C.: When yer as goth (and inhuman) as Nail, is there a difference? >_>
Fin: Will be 10 w/ armor
we can make it 12 w/ willpower
Vayn: there went ol’ Sean
we’ll call it 12, that is fine by me.
The knife is enchanted, so—
rolling {3d10!>10}>8
= 0 Successes
Sean C.: (sorry closed chrome like a genius)
Vayn: You still manage to turn it aside but that was a damned close shot—
Inch on being in your chest.
Fin: You want init or just react?
Vayn: React, then init
Fin: Sorry, I mean… pose a reaction, or take a turn?
Vayn: oh, the former

Fin suddenly jerks back, and while the knife should have hit her, space seems to just warp around her and despite her being there… she’s not.
Fin: “What the FUCK!”
rolling 1d10+5
= 9
So, for init, you gotta do /roll 1d10
init mod
Vayn: rolling 1d10+5
= 12
Sean C.: rolling 1d10
= 8
Vayn: He doesn’t slow up at all, seemingly unbothered by missing you, Fin—
His other hand comes fire, and his nimbus flares— like golden fire.
Then you realize it’s not just his nimbus.
rolling {8d10!>10}>8
= 1 Successes
1 agg damage coming your way as you are lighted with radiant fire.
This is basically insane, Nail.
Vayn: The man stands grim-faced, eyes wide and bright and not quite all there.
HIs head, nonetheless, snaps to you, Nail.
“Let the dead bury the dead, boy. Get out of here.”
Fin up.

Fin takes a step back, when suddenly she’s getting hit by fire. That surely causes a yelp.
Sean C.: Nah, this isn’t THAT weird, I mean, it isn’t racial psychology
Fin: What’s his resolve?
Sorry, composure
Jessica (GM): 3.
He has a mind shield on him, though, you can feel it—
didn’t cast it himself.
Fin: What a jerk.
Jessica (GM): Nothing obvious.
Sean C.: Is this the same scene as earlier, btw?
Jessica (GM): will say yeah.
Fin: I’m going to attempt terrorize
mind 4. Applies insensate tilt. Which makes them unable to do anything until they’re damaged
Jessica (GM): mind shield clash first, I believe?
Fin: Uh… I think cast it first, but then mind clash
rolling {7d10!>10}>8
= 1 Successes
To cast it.
Now we kung fu fight
er, ming clash
Fin: lol
Jessica (GM): after you.
Fin: rolling {9d10!>10}>8
= 4 Successes
Jessica (GM): rolling {9d10!>10}>8
= 2 Successes
You get through.
Tilt: applied.
He pauses in mid-sentence, eyes widening.
He mumbles to himself as he stares.

Fin quickly waves a hand at the man and, a presto, he just stops. And looks horrified.
Vayn: “Do not be afraid of anything that you are going to suffer. Indeed, the devil will throw some of you into prison, that you may be tested, and you will face an ordeal for ten days. Remain faithful until death, and I will give you the crown of life.”
He repeats it.
Nail, you’re up.
Fin: “Fucking fuck fuck fuck..!”

Fin is also patting out fire on her clothes.
Sean C.: Ok, I am going to take my free Condition for the story – Steadfast. And I am going to reflexively use Improvised Weaponry to find a stabber or a basher
rolling {7d10!>10}>8
= 3 Successes
That should give me a +0L, 1 init weapon. What’s around?
Fin: A beer bottle.
Vayn: Indeed there is.
“The crown of life… the crown of life…”
Sean C.: Then I’m going to attempt to smash this bottle into the guy as hard as I possibly can
All Out attack, blowing 3 Pyros and a Willpower
Fin: Uh…
It’s a coup de grace?
Nope, sorry!
Defense applies.
Vayn: Defense is 8.
Sean C.: rolling {9d10!>10}>8
= 5 Successes
5 strength, 3 weaponry w/ spec, +2 All out, +3WP, +3Pyros, -8 def
Vayn: goodness me.
yeah, that’ll hit.
He’s knocked out of his stupor as you give him a pretty serious head wound, sending him staggering.
“What the

Nail moves monstrously fast, and more raw Pyros flickers through his form, revealing the truth – he is a monster built of parts and spirit-glue. “The dead can’t bury themselves, idiot!” Taking the bottle, Nail smashes it into the fellow viciously!"
Vayn: His eyes widen as he stares at you.
“Demon. Unclean thing!”
He stares wild back at you, Fin. “You are marked!”
He breaks into a run, out of the alley and into the crowded streets.
You are left with the choice of pursuing him into, well, a crowd.
Or letting him run for it.
Vayn: Fin.
Fin: I will use mind control.
Psychic Domination, sorry.
Jessica (GM): right right.
Fin: Which will clash again, I’m assuming.
Jessica (GM): yup.
Fin: rolling {9d10!>10}>8
= 0 Successes
Sean C.: I need a condition for my exceptional
Fin: Can I spend WP to reroll that?
Jessica (GM): You can
will eat it if you need it on the clash, ofc, but that won’t matter if you don’t.
ah yeah, Sean, sorry
frekain’ conditions
Fin: Will eat it?
Jessica (GM): nevermind, yes
Fin: rolling {9d10!>10}>8
= 1 Successes
This is just to cast the spell :P
rolling {9d10!>10}>8
= 2 Successes
That’s to clash.
Jessica (GM): You feel a surge of Adrenaline, Nail.
Don’t have to know what’s going on to feel like you’ve got the upper hand, after all.
The thrill of victory is coursing through your veins. Either in sport or in combat, your body is running hot and heavy. You may resolve this condition to gain +3 to any roll during which Initiative is being tracked, as if spending a Willpower. Resolution: you use the bonus.
rolling {9d10!>10}>8
= 4 Successes
You feel the shield that time, Fin.

Fin starts after the man, and then, abruptly… “FUCK!”
Jessica (GM): He’s vanished around a corner, soon enough.
Leaving the two of you alone, you stinging with your fresh burns.
End initiative.
Whoever that was came ready for you specifically.

Fin looks quite peeved as she stops running, and watches the crowd for a long moment.
Fin: “Fucking… fuck.”

Sean C. shrugs and tosses the bottle aside. “I could catch him, uh, if you want?”

Nail shrugs and tosses the bottle aside. “I could catch him, uh, if you want?”
Fin: “Well, fucking, yes!”
“Probably gone, gone by now, but definitely want to know who the fuck is trying to kill me.”
Nail: “Whoever they are, they are rude, obsessed with Christian scripture, and able to fling fire.”
Fin: “Thank you, Nail. So how you going to find him?!”
Nail: “Oh. I’m very fast. I am sure I could catch him.”
Fin: “Then go!”

Nail nods and begins to give chase, his Titan’s form being, well, fucking fast, like Usain Bolt but in all black.
Jessica (GM): Well.
You dealing with the crowds in some way or just letting them, well
Sean C.: According to the tome o’ rules, I can “ignore environmental penalties equal to my parkour rating”, does that help?
Jessica (GM): Definitely— going over heads would be smarter.
Fin: I think Jess means their reaction to you
Jessica (GM): haha, yeah.
Fin: Like, suddenly the fastest man on earth sprinting through and around them.
I mean, I guess if he starts to run, I’l lhit him w/ incognito presence
Sean C.: Oooh. I don’t really have the means to impact the crowd, so I’ll just use my hood!
Fin: Since apparently he’s as fast as he says.
The both of us.
Jessica (GM): Hood, that tracks
that’s the main thing I was asking, haha
Fin: rolling {9d10!>10}>8
= 1 Successes
Jessica (GM): your titan form would horriy the fuck out of passers by on full view
Fin: Incognito presence! Fine now!
Sean C.: Well the Pyros for being all titaned out was spent in the alley, it is scene long
Jessica (GM): yeah, I know
we’re on page, no worries
Sean C.: ok!
Jessica (GM): chase on!
Sean C.: Dex or Stamina +athletics?
Jessica (GM): Whichever you feel is more justified by the RP is fine.
Sean C.: rolling {7d10!>10}>8
= 3 Successes
rolling {4d10!>10}>8
= 0 Successes
(it was rote)
Once activated, the Promethean’s Strength and Stamina both increase by three and her Dexterity by one, even if this takes the
character over her usual maximums. In addition, any athletic (non-
combat) action that calls upon a roll utilizing Strength or Stamina
Sean C.: gains the rote quality. Finally, the character’s Speed is doubled.
Jessica (GM): You’ve never seen a man that big move that fast, Fin.
Neither has anyone else— he draws a share of gawkers as he passes.
Fin: I cast Incognito Presence! No one will notice him.
Jessica (GM): Incognito presence works best when people don’t draw attention to themselves, as you know.

Sean C. does as he is instructed, throwing on his hood and BOLTING after the guy, leaping over fruit carts and Chicago deep dish pizzas and crooked politicians. “Getbackhere”

Nail does as he is instructed, throwing on his hood and BOLTING after the guy, leaping over fruit carts and Chicago deep dish pizzas and crooked politicians. “Getbackhere”
Fin: whateves… they won’t remember him, even if they do notice him!
Jessica (GM): fair, fair
You sight him, Nail, ducking into a nearby alley.

Fin notes the big man going very fast and throws up incognito presence, then chases after him.
Fin: I forgot Fin actually was good at this… hah
rolling {8d10!>10}>8
= 3 Successes
Sean C.: remember Nail isn’t actually a big guy
Fin: Oh. Jess said big!
Jessica (GM): sorry, sorry
Getting the feel, haha
Sean C.: probably because I am a Titan!
a little one
tiny titan
Jessica (GM): You chase into the alley.
Sputtering, still gripping his head, you see Vayn at the other end.
Vayn: “There’s a reckoning coming, Fin!”
Fin: (And Fin has Parkour as well. At least, to 2… so can avoid environmental penalties)
Vayn: He shouts over.
“For you, and anyone fool enough to stand beside you!”
And then he does something that Nail, at least, probably could not have expected.
He goes off like a shot… up.
Into the sky.

Nail stops running along the ground. “GETBACKHERE!”

Nail jump!
Sean C.: If the character is performing a standing broad jump
(horizontally), her distance is tripled as with a running jump.
However, if the character is leaping vertically, her maximum height is merely doubled.
Sure he probably can’t, but he is gonna try
Jessica (GM): Give it a go.

Fin flies around the corner, just in time to see the guy go UP.
Sean C.: rolling {8d10!>10}>8
= 2 Successes
rolling {6d10!>10}>8
= 2 Successes
Fin: And yeah, lemme know if I can cast again. Cause… if he’s still within sight, there’s stuff to be done.
Sean C.: 4, with the Rote from being a strength athletic
Jessica (GM): It’s dark, but I’ll give you a cast—
Nail can’t quite reach him.
Though he gives it a hell of an attempt.
Sean C.: I should have used my +3 adrenaline surge :|
Fin: He’s flying up?
Like, straight up?
Jessica (GM): Yep.
I mean, angling.
Not literally 180 degrees.
He’s using Forced, you’d guess.
Fin: Right, right.
Jessica (GM): Some of those guys can fly.
Fin: Okay, Alter direction. Up and away will be defined as directly at Nail.
For just him.
rolling {9d10!>10}>8
= 1 Successes
My dice tonight.
Jessica (GM): I get a resist on this?
Fin: Does not look like it
Jessica (GM): Then you will get your hands on him after all, Nail— after you’re on your way back down.
He goes slack, as he feels your hands closing on him.
“…Damn you. Damn you both.”
Fin: Will wait to see what Nail does.
Sean C.: How long until we land? Can I get to the ground and then get another bottle?
Fin: You’ll land as you land normally. He’s flying toward the ground and has no idea why :P
Jessica (GM): Yup.
Vayn: He’s glaring daggers at you, Fin, as the two of them hit ground.

Nail falls prey to his Torment: Merciless, and will attempt to continue stabbing the man until there is no more man to stab.
Vayn: I won’t make you roll that— he can’t stop you.
He does manage a cry, as you start stabbing him— it’s a wet, gurgling, noise.
“This doesn’t… end… with me.”

Fin grimaces… then turns and waves hand toward the entrance to the alley.
Jessica (GM): You’re not sure how much time has passed, Nail.
Fin: Hidden door. Make the entrance to the alley go away… illusory and all. But, lya know. So no one witnesses this :P
Jessica (GM): But he is extremely dead.
Lost control for a moment.
Fin: “God damn, man… you remind me of a friend of mine…” says Fin, seemingly rather relax about this.

Nail keeps stabbing with various sharp things he finds. “You should not have crossed me. You should not have burned my friend Finesse. You should not have run! You should not fly!”
Fin: “Yeah… you and Jhevra… could slaughter all sorts of people together…”

Fin just leans back against a dumpster, waiting for Nail to tucker himself out.
Nail: rolling {2d10!>10}>8
= 0 Successes
Sean C.: fml
Dramatic Failure: The Promethean falls into Torment more deeply than usual. Gain the Tormented Condition (p.312). When
attempting to resolve it, the player rolls Azoth. If this roll fails, the character remains in Torment (but gains a Vitriol Beat).
Jessica (GM): hoo.
dramatic failures only happen on a chance die, mind
Fin: Well that’s not dramatic
Jessica (GM): though you can choose to make any failure dramatic
for a beat
Sean C.: Oh right!
SO just regular torment

Sean C. runs out of things within immediate reach to stab into the man’s corpse and shrugs. “I’ve never murdered anyone before. I should have paid more attention to what killed him…”

Nail runs out of things within immediate reach to stab into the man’s corpse and shrugs. “I’ve never murdered anyone before. I should have paid more attention to what killed him…”
Fin: “uh… you did, my man.”
Nail: “I meant which particular injury.”

Nail walks towards Fin. “You. You are not human but you are not like me. Explain.”
Fin: “Oh… yeah that… Didn’t seem important to me-…”
“I mean, the stabbing. Me? It’s uh… pretty much everybody else likes to call us ‘will workers’. But… magician. Wizard. Warlock. Just… ya know. Any of that shit.”

Fin wanders over to the battered corpse.
Fin: He still got that knife? Is it anything abnormal?
Jessica (GM): Had an enchantment on it, you’re pretty sure.
Gone, now.
The resonance fading like embers.
Man, you’ve never seen this guy in your life.

Fin eyes him a bit, then unslings her backpack and draws from it some rubber gloves.
Fin: (Cause Fin’s was a house burglar!)

Fin searches pockets, looking for wallet, keys, etc.
Nail: “Fascinating. You are able to manipulate facets of reality?”
Fin: “That’s right. It’s… kinda… complicated. I guess.”

Nail watches Fin. “I have at least 17 questions.”
Fin: “But, dude here … was… like me. Dead as fuck now, but…a will worker, just the same. Different, uh… schools.”
“I can’t fly. So… don’t worry ’bout that.”

Nail would offer to dispose of the body, but that is too mundane for him to care right now.

Nail also looks to see if this guy left a ghost, which would be super convenient and unlikely.
Jessica (GM): He did not, Nail.
Nail: “Define school. An area of focus and expertise, such as evocation or enchantment, or an institution of learning?”
Jessica (GM): Weird things, “magicians” or otherwise, rarely do.
Fin: “Uh… both, actually. But more the firs tone. Focus and expertise.”
He got a wallet and/or anything else, Jess?
Jessica (GM): No. Some cash in his pocket.
His boots have dried mud on the soles, and he’s wearing a golden cross necklace.
That’s all that’s really distinguishing.
Fin: “Now, why he wanted me dead… well. More than a couple of reasons that coulda been. If he was sent by Cheiron Group… This is a big fuckin’ problem.”
Anything magic about the necklace
Nail: “He seemed quite intent on purging the sinful, as interpreted through Christian gospel. And he seemed to believe you are one of said sinners.”
Jessica (GM): Not directly—
Possibly a focus.
Fin: “Yeah. Cheiron ain’t about that. But, I mean, to be clear… I am definitely a sinner.”

Fin reaches out for the cross and tugs it off the man’s neck.
Fin: “So, uh… you said you worked a funeral home? You think you can handle this? Or you comfortable just leavin’ it here, make it look like a mugging gone way wrong?”
Jessica (GM): You could probably colocate the body into the ocean, too, but :effort:
Nail: “I have multiple methods of disposing of the corpse.”

Nail makes no effort to begin doing so.
Fin: “Well, if you want to. I mean… your fuckin’ prints and dna on the dude. Not mine.”

Nail shrugs. “I don’t have a human identity. But if you wish me to dispose of the body I shall, if you will answer my questions.”
Fin: “Uuuuh… sure. How ’bout we deal with this…” Fin gestures to the body. “Then we got get some food and I’ll answer your questions?”
Sean C.: Is the knife still there, just mundane?
Jessica (GM): Yeah.

Nail looks around for a dark, secluded spot, possibly on a roof. “It will take me a few hours to completely consume his body.”
Jessica (GM): You are walking some shadowed paths of late, Fin.
Fin: “… Consume.”
Sean C.: Tolerance for Biology + Promethean Constitution = yay
Fin: “Let’s… not… do that. I’ll handle the body, aight?”
Today Fin learned that eating people is less weird when you’re a wolf. And more weird when you’re not.
Nail: “If you wish, though this method would leave zero forensic evidence. My alchemical furnace is perfectly efficient.”
Fin: “I do not know… what the fuck you just said. I’ma just dump him in the ocean.”

Nail clarifies. “My digestive process differs from humans. I can perfectly convert anything I can swallow into energy.”
Fin: “Oh, uh… go to know. Still not down.”

Fin steps forward and leans down, grabbing hold of the dude’s feet, then drags him back a short ways… through a portal?

Fin pulls, pushes shoves, and then body is through said portal! Gone!
Fin: “Aight! … Let’s go get some tacos.”

Fin Sessions - Act 4 Session 2
Act 4 Session 2 - Rags to Riches

Jessica (GM): Cup of mummy dust
Sam C.: Not to be stolen from Egypt, but purchased.
Jessica (GM): Naturally.
The brits took all the mummy dust out of england like a hundred years ago anyway, let’s be real
out of egypt*
And so, unless you had other plans for your afternoon.
We’ll pick up an hour after sunset on the outskirts of this abandoned hospital.
Which is, true to form, just straight up a crumbling building with a barb-wire fence around it.
Jessica (GM): In the middle of town.*657/DSC05486.jpg*657/DSC05487.jpg
Fin: Not that Fin would ever, but…
Jessica (GM): hah
Fin: What’s the date?
Jessica (GM): Let’s see…
May 1, 2016
A Monday.
er, 2017
Fin: Okay

Fin arrives at the location on foot, having taken a Lyft a couple blocks away. She’s dressed in black jeans, black boots, a black leather jacket. Back in black.
Jessica (GM): The windows are dark, of course.
Fin: I’ll turn on uh… what’s that spell…
Sorry, sec
The outward an dinward eye!
Jessica (GM): What does this do
Fin: rolling {12d10!>10}>8
= 6 Successes
360 degree vision
Jessica (GM): Gotcha.
Fin: Well
Jessica (GM): It’s a quiet area, anyway— looks like it’s mostly residential across the street there.
Old neighborhood.
Fin: I’ll also be casting on my mind read shield (which helps me lie), plus my general mental attack shield.
Jessica (GM): Don’t guess you really know this area— Edgewater’s north side.
Fin: I do not.
rolling {7d10!>10}>8
= 1 Successes
Jessica (GM): It’s near Lincoln Park, anyway.
Fin: Well, really, I guess I woulda taken the red line up
but that’s neither here nor there!
Did Airy (was that his name?) specify a “where”… beyond this building?
Jessica (GM): Guess he figured you could work it out from there.
He also warned you the building was, you know, haunted.
Fin: Riiiight.
I will turn on spirit shield, too!
rolling {7d10!>10}>8
= 1 Successes
I know. Doesn’t help against ghosts. But ya know…
Jessica (GM): Sure, sure
Fin: Alright.
I’ll go around the side, look for a door that’s mostly obscured for pedestrians/drivers
Jessica (GM): actually this is the mood music I’m going with
That’s not too hard to find— it’s a large building, mostly takes up this section of the block.
Well, more than one building—
Looks like it was a good-sized hospital.
Has that early-2000s blocky brick non-aesthetic.
ER entrance is street-side, but you can see another entrance for long-term patients on the far side, ringed by a broken parking lot with grass growing between the cracks in the asphalt.
Fin: Looks good. We’ll go that way.
Anything magical showing up, space, mind, spirit?
Jessica (GM): No, no, and no.
That said, you will find those glass doors unlocked, when you come to them.
And almost as soon as your hand touches the door handle you feel a real sense of disquiet.

Fin considers a moment, then shrugs, and pulls the door open.
Jessica (GM): The place within is something of a mess—
There’s no furniture here, just a wide raised lobby bar.
Graffiti covers the walls.
And there’s trash and debris on the tile floor.
Fin: “Anyone home…?”
Jessica (GM): You suspect the elevator you pass isn’t in operation, there’s no power.*657/DSC05484.jpg
Your voice echoes off the walls.
But the place is silent as a tomb.

Fin continues along, looking for a stairway.
Fin: And THIS time, Fin will have a real flash light.
A proper breaking and entering flashlight. Red light!
Jessica (GM): You find one without too much trouble— doors look to have been chained at one point, but the lock has long since been cut and not replaced.

Fin pushes open the door and heads for the stairway.
Jessica (GM): You make your way up the stairs, past a few floors— long-term care, burn ward, intensive care
Above you in the stirwell, though, you can just make out a light flickering off the walls.

Fin continues on up. Up, up, up. Definitely past the fucking burn ward.
Jessica (GM): You head up and find a candle, burned half down, sitting at the corner of a door.
The placard beside it reads REHABILITATION CENTER
Fin: “Hellloooo…?”
Jessica (GM): That sense of unease is gnawing inside you, now, as your second call goes unanswered.
An anxiety scratching at the back of your mind.

Fin sighs, and pushes open the door to this floor.
Fin: “Buncha bullshit…”
Jessica (GM): The door opens up into a large room ringed with dirty windows.*657/DSC05498.jpg
An empty pool sits in the middle of it—
With some lawn equipment.
And a man in a hoodie sits facing towards you.
YOu can’t make out his face in the gloom unless you point your flashlight right at him.
Jessica (GM): You feel a vague urge to bolt.
Fin: Which… not doing that.
His voice comes muffled, as he stands up. "I don’t have any “shit” to score tonight, friend."
Rag Man: He’s wearing a gas mask.
You can hear him breathing, as he stares up at you through the lenses.
Fin: “Oh, yeah? Kinda figured you’d have… well. Anything.”
Rag Man: “The dealers that used to squat here are dead.”
“Accident, I heard.”
Fin: He have any signs of the supernal on him?
Rag Man: No.
He just feels… wrong
Your mage sight reads his aura like patchy static.
A station you can’t read.
Fin: Okay. I’m going to use Augment Mind, 5 potency. Raise my resolve and composure both to 5.
rolling {7d10!>10}>8
= 3 Successes

Fin sucks in a breath as she focuses for a few seconds… then blows it out.
Fin: “Surprised they didn’t just up an’ fuckin’ run. This place isn’t exactly… you know. Welcoming.”
Rag Man: “You’re welcome to do the same.”
“My cot’s already here.”
Fin: “Naw… I got some work to do. Supposed to see a dude called Rag Man…”
Rag Man: “…Who sent you?”
Fin: “My good friend Airy. Old man didn’t want to walk his ass up all those stairs.”

Fin says this, of course, with a smirk.
Rag Man: “Airyaman. Fine.”
“Come down here, I’m not shouting across the room.”
“You can keep the torch, but don’t point it at the windows.”

Fin steps forward to the edge of the pool and looks down into it.
Fin: Anything particularly more unnerving about the pool itself?
Rag Man: No.
Just dry concrete.
It’s, you know.
Closer to him

Fin hops down into it.
Rag Man: Which feels like a fundamentally bad idea.
But hey.
“The dead sleep, so long as they hear the song.”
“They hear the song so long as I feel secure.”
Fin: “Yeah… I been in a few buildings… I wasn’t suppose to be in…”
“… The song?”
Rag Man: “Mmh. A lullaby.”
“My heart sings it to them.”
Fin: “Is it… being sang right now? … Oh, yeah, of course.”
Now Airy gave me something to give to him, no?
Rag Man: Yeah, a macbook.
Fin: Right, right.
“So… got a laptop for you… in exchange for some… uh. Mummy dust…?”

Fin starts to unsling her backpack.
Rag Man: “There’s been a complication, on that front.”
“What’s your name.”
Fin: “A complication. With a mac-for-mummy-dust exchange. Yeah that makes sense…”

Fin huffs.
Fin: “It’s Fin.”
Rag Man: “The shipment was intercepted. Trouble beyond our negotiated price.”
“I can give you the location, Fin, for the original fee.”
Fin: “Wait wait wait…”
“You want me to pay you… the same fee. But now I gotta haul my ass to… where? And get past… what security?”
Rag Man: He shrugs.
“Or you can return empty-handed to your client. It doesn’t matter much to me.”
“I don’t see what difference it makes, myself.”
“You did not put together the intelligence you’re holding.”
“And it’s worth nothing to you or Airyaman.”
Fin: “You know what is worth somethin’, though?”
“Not gettin’ fucked.”
Rag Man: “I agree. I tell you what.”
“You can’t reduce my fee in any meaningful way.”
“But ask something else of me.”
“Two-for-one. For the inconvenience.”

Fin considers a moment, then nods a few times.
Fin: “Better, just… before I agree. The… whatever… that did the intercepting…”
“This something that a single person can reasonably deal with? I mean, it ain’t being held by like… a pack of fuckin’ werewolves or some shit?”
Rag Man: “Something you could deal with, probably. The trouble is utterly human.”

Fin nods again.
Rag Man: “But I lack some of your… utilities.”
Fin: “Aight. Deal.”
Rag Man: He nods, holding a hand out. It’s gloved, you think at a first glance—
Then you realize it isn’t.
His skin’s just….
leathery, dry.
Nearly black.

Fin continues to get the laptop out of her bag. She then looks down at the man’s hand, considers a moment, and then hands it over all the same.
Rag Man: “Your parcel was being delivered to me on a truck from St. Louis, through a chain of custody I won’t bore you with.”
“It was seized by the local police on suspicion of drugs, but they didn’t keep it.”
“Somehow the truck wound up in a Cheiron Group parking garage.”
“The Pharmaceutical company. Do you know it?”
Fin: Do I know Cheiron Group?
Rag Man: Probably in the same way you know Bayer
or Johnson & Johnson
they’re in that league
Fin: But nothing occult about it?
Rag Man: not that you know of, no.
Fin: “Yeah… I heard of ’em.”
“Sometimes drug companies do testing for police stations, especially if it’s counterfeit shit.”

Fin speaks with the knowledge of someone who’s slung counterfeit drugs…
Rag Man: “Yes, I thought that was possible, too.”
“Except the chain of custody was broken at the scene.”
“There’s nothing in their computers about the truck.”
Fin: “… Nothing in Cheiron’s records?”
Rag Man: “No, I can’t get into Cheiron’s database.”
“The city police.”
“They have no record of the stop.”
Fin: “Oh… Well. Shit.”
Rag Man: “But that’s where my interest in the matter ends, at present.”
“There were several shipments onboard that truck, not just yours.”
“But none of them worth dealing with that kind of private security.”
“Or the accordant cameras.”
Fin: “So… you looking to buy back the rest of those shipments?”
Rag Man: “I’d be willing.”

Fin gives a nod.
Fin: “Aight. So… you got an address? You got any other information?”
Rag Man: “Their skyscraper in Oldtown.”
“I can offer you something that struck my interest.”
“And ended my attermpts to reclaim it on my own.”
“There are no spirits in their building.”
“No activity in Twilight whatsoever.”

Fin squints.
Fin: “So… utterly human.”
Rag Man: “It’s a human corporation with human security and human technology guarding the building.”
“I didn’t say there were no complications.”
“You look like a woman who understands the meaning of a hustle, Fin.”
“And I did offer you something else.”
Fin: “Yeah, yeah…”
Trying to recall what Fin is currently working on…
Rag Man: well, there’s the shit that Israfil’s been doing
Fin: What did you tell me in discord… Piccolo reported something…
Rag Man: which apparently had all kinda spiritual reverberations, but you haven’t fucked w2ith that hook in months
ah yes
that new banisher cabal operating around the Pullman district.
Fin: Banishers
“Now, about this other thing…”
“I got word of a new group of Willworkers… on the Southside. Pullman? And they been taking a rather… unfriendly stance… to the rest of us.”
“You got anything on them? Or can get me anything?”
Rag Man: “I’ve heard about some unusual murders.”
“I can look into it.”
Fin: “Appreciated.”
Rag Man: “You bring back the rest of my shipments.”
“And I’ll give you a full workup.”

Fin nods a few times.
Fin: “See if I make it back alive, yeah?”
Rag Man: “That is implied.”
Fin: “Aight, I’ll get out of your creepy-as-fuck old hospital-…”
“Though, I gotta ask. The gas mask. Necessary, or just helps the creepy-as-fuck image?”
Rag Man: “I find it sets my clients at ease.”
He reaches up, unhooking one of the straps.
ANd pulls it free for a moment.
His face is as leathery as his hands.
And his eyes… aren’t.
Just two empty holes.
Rag Man: You see utter darkness within them.
Like looking into space.
Fin: “… Well. Yeah. The gas mask… makes sense.”
Rag Man: He sets it back into place.
“So I have been told.”
Fin: “Well. Anything else before I fuck off?”
Oh, so… in mage sight… does he have a living mind? Or dead? Or neither?
Rag Man: You have no idea, Fin. His whole body is a mystery to you. It just feels wrong.
Like trying to pick up digital signal on analog cables.
It doesn’t belong here.
Fin: Certainly not dead though… vampire dead.
Rag Man: No.
Something Else.
“No, I’m content to be alone.”
Fin: “Aight. Nice meetin’ you.”
I’ll colocate down to the first floor. Imagine I can see it here, with my 360 vision
Rag Man: Yeah, no trouble at all, that.

Fin just stops being up in that pool. She’ll snap down to the first floor, then walk on out.
Jessica (GM): So that was different.
You feel better almost immediately as you leave the place.
Though the image of that face is still fresh in your mind.
Fin: Were there any like… death spirits?
Or does the “haunted” seem to be coming from him?
Jessica (GM): Weird thing you didn’t really notice over the unease—
There were spirits in that building, some of them malignant
But they were all dormant, around him.
Like they were sleeping.
Fin: Good lullaby
Jessica (GM): More things in heaven and earth.
Fin: Aight!
Jessica (GM): Sooo. Now what
Fin: If unhindered…
I’ll just hop on the red line. Old town is on the way.
Jessica (GM): Now you got…
The company that makes aspirin to deal with. You guess.
Life is weird.
May as well check your PIccolo texts on the way
he sends you briefs on shit at the athenaeum in the evening
Jessica (GM): Dunno if you actually asked him to but whatev
Fin: I imagine it’s 50% memes.
25% are prob no bad, so, ya know. Not going to tell him to stop.
Piccolo: ‘Tonight: One does not simply walk into the restricted section. Oh shit. One of the new apprentices wandered down into Tezcatlipoca’s private wing and apparently nearly caused the apocalypse or something?
‘Some real Magician’s Apprentice shit. It’s all okay though, Tez got to her before the monster got loose’
Fin: Txt: Just checking in… Tez need backup?
Piccolo: ‘Nah it’s dealt with. That apprentice is going to be doing shit work for a year though.’
‘’Also still don’t know what your cabal’s name is but the annual College meeting is in two weeks, all the cabals have reps there.‘’
’Is your hearthmaster still that fairy chick
“college meeting” you should remember from last year, before you had a cabal
all the cabals in Chicago get together to meet with the Council and make petitions/establish policy changes for the year
Fin: This a mysterium thing?
Piccolo: It’s a Celestial Court of Chicago thing
Fin: kk
Piccolo: kinda mage congress
except you have one three day weekend once a year
instead of whatever real congress does
Fin: Txt: I am potentially cabal shopping.
Piccolo: ‘You wanna join the Z Fighters? I haven’t gotten it off the ground yet but you’d be a gr8 fit’
Fin: Txt: In what fucking way would I be a great fit?
Piccolo: ’You’re really strong, which is kind of our deal. going to be our deal
Fin: Txt: Being strong is going to be your deal? Is there a group that’s not about being strong??
Piccolo: The point is to be the best at it though
I guess you’re saying no though
Fin: Txt: Like no one ever was?
Txt: Is catching them your real test?
Piccolo: Well Hip Flask is still recruiting, rumor is that their old master is prob gonna die soon
He’s like a million years old
Fin: Txt: Oh come on nothing for knowing the pokemon song? You fucking suck man
Txt: And yeah. He’s real old. Cool cat tho.
Piccolo: you were making fun of me
Fin: Txt: While showing an interest in the things you love! That’s what friends do right?
Piccolo: There’s Ghost and the Darkness too
Hear they’ve been looking for a mastigos specific but they’re kind of elite
Fin: Txt: Not sure you noticed but I’m kind of elite.
Txt: Speaking of, you heard shit about Cheiron Group doing weird shit?
Piccolo: Oh yeah I heard that they had that drug Vioxx pulled off the market because it was causing heart attacks
That was like last year tho
Fin: txt: Naw weird shit like weird shit
Piccolo: Nobody in trouble though you know how it is with $$$
Oh nah I dunno, what kind of weird shit would some big company be up to outside the usual shit
Buying politicians and shit
Fin: txt: Yeah. I figure each company got to have a cadre of weirdos working for them, right?
Piccolo: I mean maybe but not mages
All the big business shithead mages work for Walsh
Fin: Txt: Anyways. Going to follow a lead at their office building. Avenge my death if I don’t return.
Piccolo: Ok good luck
oh wait btw
Tez said you have to come to the next curator meeting this Wednesday
Fin: txt: Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck
Piccolo: Everyone’s gonna be there but Ogun no one knows where that guy is
Fin: txt: Probably got himself dead huh?
txt: I’ll be there.
Piccolo: ok
Fin: Alright… Red line down to old town.
I’ll redo my same spells, if they’re not still up.
Uh… not the spirit one
Piccolo: Sounds good.
Fin: cause… why bother?
If there are no spirits.
But I will add incognito presence to the mix
rolling {9d10!>10}>8
= 5 Successes
And yay it doesn’t cost mana
Jessica (GM): wahoo
Incognito presence always makes a walk through downtown more pleasant.
Fin: Yeah. No one asking me for money
I’m assuming the lobby is open, despite the hour?
Jessica (GM): The Cheiron building in town is here, and the lobby is open despite the hour, from the look.
Their logo’s emblazoned on the side in neon red.
Fin: Alright… hm.
I guess instead of the lobby, look for a loading dock?
Jessica (GM): There’s a parking garage, though it’s gated—
Like, with a fence on the way in and an automated card reader outside.
Fin: Sure, sure
Okay! Into the lobby.
Jessica (GM): Security cameras all over, too, YOu know how to look out for those.
Fin: Missin’ my machine invisibility right now :(
Jessica (GM): I’ll bet.
Fin: afk just a minute…
Jessica (GM): The lobby’s mostly empty at this time of the evening, but there’s still two people at the front desk, one taking a call.
And businessmen hurrying past in both directions, waiting for the elevators.
Fin: Ok
I’ll head right to the elevators.
Imagine that if there’s a gate it’s not a real physical gate. More just one of those “stop and swipe here”… and I’ll walk around.
Jessica (GM): Correct.
On all counts.
Fin: Eh, nix that…
Got ahead of myself.
FIRST… is the spirit stuff true?
Jessica (GM): Yes.
Extremely true.
You have no sense of any magic that should be making that the case.
Fin: Alright.
Next… does anyone seem to notice me as I walk in?
Jessica (GM): No.
Fin: Okay. Now walk around and over to the elevator.
Planning to just follow someone in.
Jessica (GM): That’s doable— elderly businessman heading into one of the elevators right now.
Swiping a keycard to sum mon it, even.
Fin: Alright…

Fin steps inside, minding her own business.

Fin reaches out and hits the ‘garage’ button.
Jessica (GM): The elevator heads up first, going to whatever destination this man is bound for.
The elevator then comes to a… rather abrupt stop.
A voice comes in over a speaker in the upper right corner, by a security camera.
‘Foreign material scan’s coming back negative, Bob. You have contraband on you?’
The man looks up at the camera, blinking.
“I… what? Of course not! Check your scan, must be a false positive.”
Jessica (GM): A pause.

Fin waits patiently…
Jessica (GM): “…Yeah, I’m afraid not, Bob. Sorry about this. Your insurance will clear, though, no worries on that.”
Fin: “… insurance…?”
Jessica (GM): Gas begins hissing into the elevator car through air ducts.
‘Bob,’ for his part, takes this opportunity to freak out and pound on the doors.
Fin: “What the fuck…”

Fin steps forward, through the door.
Fin: rolling {9d10!>10}>8
= 3 Successes
Jessica (GM): Good call.
As you step through you see Bob clutching at his throat.
You hear him scream, muffled, as you step out into a non-descript hallway.
Fin: “What the actual fuck…”
What floor am I on?
Jessica (GM): Looks like the… eighth, ninth, maybe?
You got caught quick, he was going to the 23rd.

Fin starts walk down the hallway, muttering to herself… fucking bullshit…
Jessica (GM): As you come to the end of the hallway, you will find a heavy door with a card reader blocking further progress.
Fin: Any signs? Indication what’s past the door?
Jessica (GM): None.
Fin: Okay, using my everywhere vision… what’s past the door?
Jessica (GM): Looks like some kind of clean room. Medical equipment.
Beds, some further doors in a row along one wall.

Fin considers a moment, then shrugs, and steps right on through that door.
Jessica (GM): You hear a tiny, almost imperceptible click as you pass through the doorway.
But then you’re in the room.

Fin narrows her eyes, looking this way and that…
Jessica (GM): Looks like the row of doors is to something like hospital rooms, maybe? They’re also keycard locked, but there’s windows on the doors.
Letting you guess doctors out here look in.
Fin: My connection to space doesn’t seem at all affected? Can still port outta here, best I can tell?
Jessica (GM): Yeah.

Fin starts looking into the rooms.
Jessica (GM): There is a man in one of the rooms with harnesses strapping him down to the bed. You barely recognize him as a man, honestly— he looks like a corpse.
But there are tubes hooked up to his arms.
Running into a large medical bag on a hook that looks to be… filling with blood.
That is not a human.
That is a vampire.

Fin pulls out her phone… clicks a picture.
Fin: “Sorry, my man.”
Jessica (GM): Your phone starts ringing.

Fin almost startles, then checks the display?

Fin shrugs, hits the button.
Fin: “Sup”
Jessica (GM): “Hey.” Texan accent, if you had to guess. Older man.
“What are you?”
Fin: “What… am I.”
“Like, what’s my sign?”
Jessica (GM): “You ain’t human.”
Fin: “Well that’s fuckin’ rude.”

Fin turns and continues down the hall.
Jessica (GM): “So’s walking through walls.”
“Wouldn’t go that way.”
Fin: “Well, I mean, not really…”

Fin pauses her steps.
Fin: “Only walking through walls cause some dickheads decided to try to gas me.”
Jessica (GM): “Standard protocol. If anybody should be apologizing, it’s you, to Bob’s family.”
“Cost those kids their daddy so you could, what. Poke around?”
Fin: “I was trying to get to the parking garage.”
Jessica (GM): “Well, you’re definitely going the wrong way for that.”
Fin: “Well I didn’t want to get back in the fuckin’ elevator!”
Jessica (GM): “You’ve got a pulse. You’re not a vamper.”
Fin: “Right? Thank fuckin’ god for that.”

Fin starts peeping into other rooms along the way.
Jessica (GM): “Probably not one of those others, either.”
“Are you… heyyy.”
“Are you a magician?”
Fin: “That’s right. Just like the TV show.”
Jessica (GM): “Yeah, I don’t get that channel.”
Fin: “Really? It’s a good show. But maybe you too old…”
What’s on the floor directly beneath me?
Jessica (GM): “I like horror movies, mostly, myself.”
“You ever seen Mimic?”
Looks like normal office space without half the security shit that’s on this floor.
Fin: “I don’t… think so…”
I’ll drop down a floor… right through the floor.
Jessica (GM): “Well, I dunno if you’d like it— hey— hah! How about that.”
“I’d love to see how that works.”
Fin: “Y’all never heard of a ghost before?”
Jessica (GM): “You kinda screwed up the timing on my punchline, there.”
“Still, they’re persistent.”
“Might wanna watch out.
A swarm of bugs crawls out through the ventilation near you.
Taking wing right at you.
Fin: And I’ll drop another floor!
Jessica (GM): And now I’d like initiative, as you drop into office cube space, and, as you do, you hear voices
Fin: rolling 1d10+5
= 11
Jessica (GM): rolling 1d10
= 13
One of them will get a shot off at you before you can react— you hear the report of the rifle.
What’s your defense?
Fin: Jusss a sec
Will spend a mana for space armor
So it’ll be 10 def against firearms
Jessica (GM): rolling {1d10!>10}>8
= 0 Successes
not chance
A dart THUNKS into a cube wall adjacent to your head.
You’re up.
Fin: “Oh, are you fuckin’…”
Jessica (GM): The man who took the shot is already behind cover, using the walls in here.
He’s not alone, you don’t think.
Fin: Well I should be able to see past his cover
Jessica (GM): True!
And the others.
There’s six of them.
Kevlar vests, helmets.
Rifles, all of them loaded up with darts.
Fin: Okay, does it look like I can duck behind something long enough to be safe for a round? Like… If I just dip into a cube behind a desk, should be okay for 3 seconds?
Jessica (GM): Assuming they don’t have something they could lob at you LIke tear gas or something.
You can get in a position they can’t shoot from.
Fin: Okay. I’ll be moving into position. And then need a second to do mage math…
I’m going to attempt to locate the man on the phone.
Should just need to increase my spell by 1 factor. So, 2
And I got my phone to use as a tool, how ’bout that
rolling {8d10!>10}>8
= 4 Successes
Jessica (GM): You try to reach out, tracing sympathies.
Following the signal back and up, into the air
- out of the building.
Pinging off a satellite.
And back down…
To somewhere in Germany.
Fin: But I can locate him?
Jessica (GM): Yeah.
Fin: Nice. Okay. That’s the round!

Fin ducks into a cube and finds a desk to put between her and the guys with the guns.
Fin: “Stop shooting! I’ll give up!”

Fin shouts Fin, as she replaces space to find this jerk.
Jessica (GM): They will continue shooting, laying down suppressive fire on your position.
You’ll take negatives to any attack and a shot if you move
Fin: Sure.
Jessica (GM): and then you’re back up, though you can hear them moving.
Trying to surround you.
Fin: I’m going to co-locate to this guy.
Jessica (GM): One moment.
Fin: Haha
Jessica (GM): You find yourself in a smokey, windowless office. One wall is flooded with monitor light.
A middle-aged man is sitting at a desk with a bluetooth headset on.
Fin: “What the fuck man?!”
Mr. Avery: “Now, see, that’s impressive.”
Fin: “You know, I was just trying to find my fucking way around a building…”
Mr. Avery: He stands up— he’s broadly-shouldered, in good shape in a way that’s obvious even in a business suit.
Fin: Anyone else in the room?
Mr. Avery: No.
“You tripped a lot of security measures popping in here like that, though.”
“Little bit headstrong.”
Fin: “Well I was trying to have a conversation with you.”
“But was that a swarm of fuckin’ mutant locusts?”
Mr. Avery: “We were gonna have a conversation. Not like anybody was trying to kill you.”
Fin: “Nobody shoots at me, aight?”
Mr. Avery: “Those little fellas?”
Fin: “I don’t enjoy it.”
Mr. Avery: “Fair enough.”
Fin: “Now, am I going to have to keep dealing with your shit all fuckin’ night? Or can we just have a conversation so I can get on with my day.”
Mr. Avery: He holds out his hand.
“I’ll shake on that. We’ll have a straight talk.”
“Person to person.”
Fin: “I don’t get shot. I don’t shake. Sorry.”
Mr. Avery: He shrugs, after a moment.
“If you want to play it that way.”
Fin: “So… you legit? Can we actually talk?”
Mr. Avery: “Hard to trust someone like that, especially seeing as we’re the aggrieved party here.”
Fin: “Now, see, that’s where this whole problem starts…”
Mr. Avery: “Now, I know, I get it.”
“You’re a mage, probably forgot all about those human rules from your old life.”
“But breaking and entering is still a thing.”
Fin: “Just… hold up a sec.”
“You actually want to talk to me? Or you just buying time?”
And I’ll just read his mind on that one.
Mr. Avery: “I don’t need to buy time. You’re not scaring me.”
Fin: Or, ya know. Attempt to.
Mr. Avery: Roll that at a -7 dice.
Surprisingly difficult.
Like, incredibly.
Fin: rolling {5d10!>10}>8
= 1 Successes
That’s Mental Scan.
Surface thoughts. And I can just keep it active.
Mr. Avery: You get an image of a boat on a clear pond.
A fishing trip.
It just… stays there in his surface thoughts.
You catch brief glimpses of his words, right as he’s saying them.
But that’s about it.
Fin: Oh, I guess… He’s not showing anything supernal?
Mr. Avery: Nope.
Something’s weird about him, obviously, though
But his aura reads human.
“Seems like we should at least make introductions.”
Fin: “Yeah, probably shoulda been what you did the first place…”
“Name’s Fin.”
Mr. Avery: “Sure it is.”
“Mine’s Joseph Avery. I’m head of security for our U.S. Branch.”
Fin: “Nice to meet you, Joe.”
Mr. Avery: “Lucky we ran into each other, I was about to clock out for the night.”

Fin takes a step back, to lean against a desk.
Fin: “Guy who takes next shift not so nice?”
Mr. Avery: “Huh? Oh, no, I wasn’t going in that direction with it at all.”
“We all pretty well stick to the playbook here.”
Fin: “That’s good… I guess.”
“So, Joe, here’s my problem.”
“Y’all stole from me.”
“So I wanted to go take a look around and see who was stealing from me.”
Mr. Avery: “Well, that sounds clumsy of us. What’d we steal?”
Fin: “A truck. Was runnin’ up from St. Louis. Got stopped outside of the city limits, best I can tell. Cops, doin’ usual drug checkin’ shit…”
“Only… there’s no record of the cops ever stopping this truck.”
Mr. Avery: “…Eh…” He steps over to his desk, typing a few things in on his computer.
“Oh, is that it? You break into our building over this small ball, pardon my french, bullshit?”
Fin: “Well, okay, so, first off… I didn’t break into shit. I walked in.”
“And second. Honestly, I was kinda bored.”
Mr. Avery: “You bypassed three separate card readers and stepped around a security gate on your way in.”
“I admit you didn’t destroy any of it on your way through, but that’s still the legal term.”
“Not to mention the dead employee.”
Fin: “It strikes me as fuckin’ strange that y’all would like to pretend to be the… legally operating group here.”
Mr. Avery: “That’s pretty well all on you.”

Fin snorts, and rolls her eyes.
Mr. Avery: “Hey, the law’s important.”
“Keeps society in one piece.”
“Keeps you in designer blue jeans and fast food.”
Fin: “Let me guess… vampires… don’t have rights? So, no laws broken?”
Mr. Avery: “What, you begging to differ on that?”
Fin: “… Not really.”
Mr. Avery: He nods.
Fin: “Sooo… here’s what I’d like to happen.”
“I got no interest in y’all’s bullshit.”
“I want my item. And I want y’all to just… pretend you never saw me.”
Mr. Avery: He takes a seat in his chair— it’s leather, of course, high-backed.
“Now, if it’s just me talking to just you, that sounds fine with me.”
“I could care less what was in that truck, and the acquisition team made a sloppy run of it if they didn’t catch you catching them, frankly.”
“Playbook says that you’re too interesting not to study, though, so I have a counterproposal for you, if you’ve got your ears on.”
Fin: I’m going to bubble us. Nice and spacious but… just wrap us two up. Should also block all signals and etc.
Mr. Avery: “You ever heard of those cyanide capsules in the teeth they’d give to KGB agents, back during the cold war?”
Fin: rolling {9d10!>10}>8
= 8 Successes
My dice tonight.
Mr. Avery: Nicely done.

Fin waves a hand, and suddenly everything is… well. Weird. Like they’re stuck in a ubble.
Fin: “I’m familiar, sure…”
Mr. Avery: He doesn’t look too bothered one way or another.
“Sure, sure.”
“Well, I’ve got something a little like that, in the front tooth.”
“Not cyanide, though.”
“More like a uh… pretty nasty little explosive. Should clear forty feet, from what I’ve heard.”

Fin squints at the man.
Mr. Avery: “Now, I’m not really looking to blow myself up, but policy is that we either take you in or you make a run for it.”
“We don’t really negotiate.”
“And I know you can teleport, or what have you, pretty well anywhere you want from the look of it.”
“But I’m wondering if you can do it faster than I can bite down.”
Fin: “Woah, woah, woah…”
“You would honest to god blow yourself up… rather than break protocol?”
Mr. Avery: “We take our jobs seriously here, Miss Fin.”
“Mrs. Fin? I don’t mean to prejudge you.”
Fin: “No fuckin’ shit… that’s intense…”

Fin shakes her head.
Fin: “Just Fin.”
Mr. Avery: “So, I figure you have three options here, realistically.”
“You can run like hell and hope we don’t cross paths again.”
“You can lay down and give me a big win, here, turn yourself in.”
“Or we can roll the dice on that tooth.”
Fin: “And you yourself, you’re… resolve is steel? I can’t just give you a wish and that’s that?”
Mr. Avery: “I answer to the board of directors, ma’am.”
“And our compensation package is very lucrative.”
Fin: “You are easily the most interesting man I’ve ever met.”
Mr. Avery: “Well, I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“Kinda leaving me in suspense here, though.”
“If you’re not going to kill us I don’t mind telling you I’ve got a briscuit waiting for me at home.”
“And I’d like to get to it if I’m still in one piece.”
Fin: biscuit brisket.
It’s a southern thing
“Aight, Avery…”
“Can I show you somethin’ first, though?”
Mr. Avery: “Why not.”

Fin holds up her hands.
Fin: “Reaching into my backpack.”
Make that jacket*
“reaching into my jacket”
“Going to get out a pair of reading glasses, ok?”
Mr. Avery: “Fine by me.”

Fin does just that, slowly reaching into her jacket, to the front pocket. Then she takes out a pair of glasses.
Fin: “Put these on,” she says, as she hands them over.
Mr. Avery: He eyes them for a moment, then shrugs and puts them on.
“…Well, I’ll be.”
Fin: They are, of course, the mage sight glasses.
Mr. Avery: Yeah.
Fin: “There ya go. Something for your trouble. Lil mind-breaking fuckin’ treat.”
Mr. Avery: He doesn’t look as thrown as you might have expected— more intrigued.
“Didn’t think there were deeper levels to go, still.”
“And this is a lot less intrusive…” He mutters.
Fin: “Everything is a lie… That’s the truth.”

Fin gives a laugh…
Fin: And then Fin will teleport out! With the glasses, ofc.
Mr. Avery: Of course.
Jessica (GM): where you teleporting to?
Fin: I’ll jump first to England… out side that town. Far enough that it shouldn’t set off their radars
Jessica (GM): gotcha.
Fin: Then break my phone
I mean, bend it enough that I can pull the battery out. Cause ofc it’s an iphone
Jessica (GM): Yeah.
Fin: and the battery doesn’t just come out
Note to self, no more iphones.
Then finally back to the south side.
Jessica (GM): Note to self: tell Airy to find another supply of mummy dust
that shipment’s gonna be late
Fin: Well, I can keep going! It’s only 9:50!
Jessica (GM): happy to!
what’s the plan from here because, uh.
Don’t know what you were expecting that to go like
But I bet it wasn’t this.
Fin: No, that was bad XD

Fin stands in the backyard of the house that used to be her best friend’s, way back when…

Fin then flicks up her hood and heads down the alley, down to a gas station.
Fin: “Yo… need a burner.”

Fin will actually pay for that in cash.
Jessica (GM): “Twelve-fifty.”
The clerk doesn’t much care.
Fin: “Peace.”

Fin turns and starts walking back through the dark.
Fin: Txt to Airy: It’s Fin. Your shipment is going to be late. Some very strange complications came up.
Not sure if old man is actually awake but ya know.
Rose: ‘Hey, fin, it’s Rose. Airy never reads his texts, doesn’t believe in them. Saw your note, though. Everything okay?’
Fin: Txt: You ever seen that flick Cabin in the Woods?
Txt: Or maybe Resident Evil…
Rose: ‘Oh god. What did Airy’s freaky contact do?’
‘Did he hustle you’
Fin: Txt: I would like to think my dumb choice are my own. But yeah. I ran into the company from those movies.
Rose: ’I’m so sorry, I don’t know why he put you on that run, rag man hates new faces’
Fin: Txt: Naw. It was good fun. I learned some new things. Made a new friend.
Txt: Think I’ll need a new face for a little while.
Rose: Oh fuck. Fuck.
He didn’t, did he
Fin: Txt: Didn’t what?
Rose: Did he send you downtown
Fin: Txt: Oh yeah. Nice fancy building.
Rose: Come over.
Fin: Txt: Need to run a few errands first, but I’ll be by in… 30 min?
Rose: Ok. Be careful.
Fin: Txt: Always.
Txt to Piccolo: My man. New phone for the next 24 hours or less. Anyone comes around asking about me? You never heard of me.
Piccolo: Who is this??
Fin: Txt to Piccolo: And it’s nothing as bad as bad as last time.
Txt: I just pissed off… what the fuck was the name from the people in Resident Evil?
Piccolo: You saw Resident Evil??
The games are way better
Fin: Txt: Of course I saw Resident Evil! There’s been like fucking 7 of them!
Piccolo: Have you seen the new one
Fin: Txt: What’s the name of the company!
Piccolo: Oh Umbrella
They aren’t really in the new game though
They kind of went over the top with them in 6
Fin: Txt: Yes. I found them. Got a headquarters in Chicago. And now they’re mad at me.
Piccolo: Well that sounds fucked up
Fin: Txt: You don’t even know. Their security system is a swarm of locusts. Not even kidding.
Piccolo: Did you meet a zombie
Fin: Txt: Can you or anyone there pull images off a broken phone?
Piccolo: I dunno, sounds like Obrimos shit
I’ll ask around
Fin: Txt: Thanks. I’m off to meet someone else. I’ll text you when I get a new phone.
Piccolo: Ok. You still have to come to the meeting wednesday
Fin: Txt: Fuck shit damn I’ll be there!
Alright so…
Going to stop by my GD allies.
Jessica (GM): Ghost Dog
Great Dudes
Fin: To swap out clothes, and let them know if anyone comes asking about me, it’s bad fucking news
So they don’t know me.
Jessica (GM): Ghoulish Details?
I forget what that stands for
Fin: Gangster Disciples
Jessica (GM): oh yeah dang
you haven’t been by there in a long ass time
Fin: I went by every so often!
Jessica (GM): you were dating a white lady who got rich off the internet
you aren’t in the life anymore
Fin: Yeah, well.
They can still get me a change of clothes
Jessica (GM): fair enough
Fin: Then I’ll head out to Crestwood
Jessica (GM): rock on.
Crestwood, predictably, is where you saw it last.

Fin takes a regular cab, like a BUM, and pays with cash. Womp womp.
Jessica (GM): The cabbie is no doubt thankful at your inability to contribute to the collapse of normal employment in this job sector

Fin walks the whatever 4 blocks from where the cab dropped her to the mansion, then goes for the front door.
Rose: Rose opens the front door for you before you can even knock.
“Fin, there you are, thank goodness. Come in.”
Fin: “Sup.”

Fin smiles, and walks on in. Cool as a cucumber!
Fin: (Cause I still got resolve and composure 5)
Rose: She heads on to the sitting room, where Airy is already up and waiting as well.
Fin: “Uh… hey, Airy…”
Airyaman: “I’m really sorry, kid.”
“I shouldn’t have put that job on you.”
“I usually have a solid handle on where things are going to go, and I had a good feeling about this one.”
“But the Rag Man can put a wrench in it, sometimes.”
He rubs his face.
“You got sharked.”
Fin: “Naw… it’s a, uh…”
Airyaman: “Lemme guess. Stolen shipment.”
Fin: “You know. Opportunity to learn.”
Airyaman: “Couldn’t give it to you.”
“This weirdo corporation took it.”
Fin: “That’s right.”
Airyaman: He nods.
“It’s a scam. That corporation seizes assets all the damn time.”
“Not from him, though, and not from us.”
“He didn’t like the look of you, so he, let me guess.”
Fin: “Well. The dude in the security office seemed to believe they pinched the shipment…”
Airyaman: “Took the payment and threw you their way.”
“They’re Hunters, Fin.”
Fin: “yeah, I got that.”
Airyaman: “I’m sure they pinched something.”
“They grab people and materiel up every day.”
Fin: “Looks like.”

Fin finds a place to sit herself down.
Fin: “The dude I talked to… I never seen a human like this before.”
Airyaman: “Cheiron’s been awful news ever since they opened a branch office here.”
Fin: “His mind was… It was like some shit out of a movie.”
“Like he’d been mentally trained to not think”
Airyaman: “Not surprised.”
“Know for a fact they have psychics in that office.”
“Or did ten years ago, anyway.”
Fin: “And… he was ready to suicide, rather than… betray his job.”
Airyaman: “Like I said. Hunters.”
as though that explains his motivation entirely.
Fin: “Never heard of a hunter like this before. But… hardly matters.”
Airyaman: “They can’t all be hillbillies with pickup trucks.”
Fin: “Not sure what I’ma do. Maybe get a new face for a little while. But…”
Airyaman: “This one’s global.”
Fin: “Yeah.”
Rose: “We’re going to do whatever we can to help.”
“It’s our fault this happened.”
Airyaman: “…My fault, Rose. I’m not made of glass.”
“My fault.”
Fin: “Well, you know, I don’t think that’s the case… but if y’all wanna make it your problem, I ain’t complaining.”
Airyaman: “I’m annoyed with myself for not seeing it better.”
Fin: “There was some fucked up shit in there. Their security system is locusts.”
Airyaman: “More than that.”
“They aren’t all human, from what I’ve seen.”
“Not totally human, anyway.”
“Who knows what they get up to in there.”
Fin: “Secrets worth killing over. Obviously.”
Airyaman: “Those of us in town who know about them don’t talk about them, and I’ve got to ask you do the same.”
“For one thing, we don’t want anybody repeating your actions.”
“Thinking ‘how bad could they be’ and go poking around for secrets.”
Fin: “Yeah. I can’t imagine if folks get wind of this they won’t go take a look.”
Airyaman: He nods.
“For another.”
Fin: "Cause I’m sure there’s some mysteries in there.*
Airyaman: “We’re pretty sure they have spies in the Consilium.”
“Mage on payroll, like.”
Fin: “Oh, I can’t imagine they don’t.”
“Probably Walsh would know.”
Airyaman: “Theodore Walsh is remarkably canny at not seeing past the end of his own nose.”
“But he might.”

Fin just gives a shrug, then a slow look around.
Fin: “So… recommendations? I mean… how serious are these people in coming after me?”
Airyaman: “Depends on how seriously they took you.”
“Beyond that, well… it’s all on paper.”
Fin: “I would… say pretty fuckin’ serious.”
Airyaman: He nods.
“Their stock’s trading at $65 a share. They have more money than a Matter master could spin up for you on short notice.”
“They’re also major donors to the local police force, the mayor, and the governor.”
Fin: “Yeah. I mean… I ain’t too worried.”
“Had Seers after me. Had other Cabals. Vampires.”
Airyaman: “Don’t underestimate Sleepers, Fin.”
“I’ve seen a lot of mages come and go in my time.”
“And more than a few that got hung from a tree by some group of hunters who had nothing going for them but a plan.”
“And our Hubris working against us.”
Fin: “Not worrying doesn’t mean I’m taking it easy. I just… don’t have a home. Don’t have a car. Don’t have a regular pattern.”
“Don’t have a bank account… credit cards… change phones all the time.”
“Which is all to say, I been a fuckin’ criminal on the run for a couple years now. Pretty good at it.”
Airyaman: “That’s the first thing they’ll expect of you if they look into you.”
“You want my suggestion? Get boring.”
“Take up Archival.”

Fin groooooans.
Airyaman: “Or something else.”
“Something steady.”
“Act out of character.”
Fin: “Well getting a new face would be out of character.”
Airyaman: “True.”
Fin: “But I see what you’re saying.”
Airyaman: “You’re welcome here, if you can forgive me, at any rate.”
“Least we owe you.”
“Plus we heard that your cabalmate Snow went and joined the Abbatoir.”
“So I’m guessing things aren’t sunny at the bookstore.”
Fin: “Of course, Airy. Ah-… well. There isn’t a book store.”
“But… yeah, that’s about right. Elijah’s gone, too.”
Airyaman: “That’s a shame. Sorry for you.”
“We have a few Guardians here in Hip Flask.”
“Have our disagreements, but we’re in it for the same reasons, more or less.”
Fin: “Never had much of a problem with that… Working with Guardians.”
“I mean, mostly it’s… you know. Object to the idea. In reality, they pretty chill. At least, the ones I dealt with.”
Airyaman: “Well, Andromeda had a bit of a temper.”
“But we always got along at the end of the day.”
“At least when she wanted something.”
Fin: “She was one of the few people I trusted.”
Airyaman: “It’s a small community here, Fin.”
“Now, I hear what you’re saying about disappearing, going off the grid.”
“That’s a good idea, in your sleeper life.”
“But can I make a suggestion, here, talking to Fin the Adept?”
Fin: “Of course.”
Airyaman: “Get involved in the community. There’s only a few hundred of us, here in the city. Chicago’s a big place, but we’re still a small town.”
“Make yourself part of it, and you’ll have more people who can help watch your back.”
Fin: “You mean… in the Consilium?”
Airyaman: “I don’t mean the power brokers.”
“You’ve met Israfil, you know who the Councilors are.”
“I’m talking about the cabals.”
“There’s not that many.”
“A lot of people saw yours fall apart over the last month or so. A lot of us noticed and felt for you.”
“But to be honest, none of us really knew any of you.”
Airyaman: “You never came around.”

Fin gives a laugh.
Fin: “Well fell on a war pretty fast there. So, yeah.”
“Probably got to know mages from The Grands better than you all… I get it.”
Airyaman: “Israfil and his cabal like to throw their weight around.”
“We all know that.”
“We’ve all had to deal with the same kind of nonsense you have.”
“But it’s give and take.”
Fin: “Well, I get it. I mean… I told you. Talking to you been the nicest it’s been for me in… weeks.”
“Definitely been feeling my, uh… solidarity.”
Rose: “Going solitary is for old men with long beards.”
“Or apostates, I guess.”
“We’re still people.”
Fin: “So, is this an invitation? Or just y’all’s advice?”
Airyaman: “Whatever you’d like it to be. I understand if you want to shop around, or meet the rest of the boys.”
“Just saying, in general, even if it’s not us.”
“Get involved with someone.”
“And get to know everyone.”

Fin looks less than pleased with that advice.
Rose: “you’re not an initiate anymore, Fin.”
“Everyone knows of you, at least.”
“Word spread about what happened in the Grands. At least some of it.”
“And your power over your arcana is, well.”
“Noticeable as soon as you walk into a room.”
Fin: “Rose… you see… problem is? Every time I settle somewhere. Every someone we meet… It ends up fucked.”
“Someone’s working for the Seers. Someone’s working to unmake reality. Someone’s up to some shit or some other shit.”
Rose: “Sure. That’s life.”
“That stuff happens even if you cut yourself off, though, Fin.”
“You’re just cutting out the good parts inbetween.”
Fin: “I get what you’re saying, just…”

Fin just sighs, and shakes her head.
Fin: “I’ll think about it. But… I would like to meet the rest of y’all.”
Rose: “I’ll see about getting everybody together, soon.”
“It’s just me and Airy that live here, the rest of them just blow through and get all our glasses dirty.”
Airyaman: “Price of a well-stocked liquor cabinet.”

Fin laughs, and gives a nod.
Fin: “Well, that’s good to know. Cause, I mean… y’all are great. But Crestwood?”
Airyaman: “Neighborhood wasn’t the same in the thirties.”
“No moving it, though, we had this place built stone by stone to take advantage of the ley lines in the area.”
“Geometrically speaking.”
Fin: “Yeah, I figured it wasn’t just cause.”
Airyaman: “Nice spot, anyway. Low taxes.”
Fin: “It ain’t the worst! Just, ya know. Not exactly the best places to eat and all.”

Fin laughs, with that.
Airyaman: “Ehhhh, you’re a mastigos.”
“Had a mastigos in the cabal awhile back who’d bring back authentic Italian.”
“You people don’t get to complain about location.”
Fin: “Mmm… I was just in Germany… I think.”
“Well. I need to do some thinking. And reading. And I got a fucking meeting in two days…”
Airyaman: and let us trail this off from here, with you guys going into friendly, casual conversation

Fin Sessions - Act 4 Session 1
Act 4 Session 1 - Hip Flask

Fin: Fin was going to try to get back to… wherever home is
which I honestly don’t even know where tha tis
Jessica (GM): Well, you’re a mind 4 mastigos, I think the answer is whatever the hell FIn wants
Fin: Yeeeeah
Alright, you wanna uh… free form this here thing? Or you want some actual plan? :P
Jessica (GM): I’m good with whatever, but if you have ideas it may be easier to do something interesting for you, haha
Fin: So. We were all around the south side, more or less, yeah? Near u chicago
Jessica (GM): You went to Northwestern there at the end
which is lakefront, really, yeah?
Fin: Oh, yeah, that’s right downtown… hte hospital, at least.
So, Fin will set eyes on the Waldorf Astoria.
The manager there likes her, and is sure to comp the whole stay…
With a full spa package
Jessica (GM): It will be of no surprise to you that you are exactly right
Fin: Or maybe she still has Claire money.
Jessica (GM): Why spend it, really
Fin: Cause it’s Claire’s :P
Jessica (GM): fair!
what even is money, anymore
Fin: A frustration.
Jessica (GM): an inconvenience, at best, surely
Fin: I give you paper, you give me tacos. Prehistoric, really.
Jessica (GM): could just get a dead debit card and convince cashiers that the card ran
Fin: Truuue
But anyways, yes. Fin will go check in to the hotel, sans gluttony. He’s getting a walk w/ Jhevra.
Just Fin and her favorite person.
Jessica (GM): Kanye’s there?
Fin: Uh?
Jessica (GM): bad joke
Fin: Oh
Second favorite person.
Jessica (GM): Guess you can get some sleep, or not, the hotel is pretty nice.
Fin: Fin.
Fin’s favorite person is Fin.
Jessica (GM): as you might suspect.
Fin: So, will go get some spa treatment. Then sleep, yes. Proper sleep! A full 4 hours.
Spa first cause she’s super dirty and cold
Jessica (GM): Nothing like a 5 am spa treatment
Fin: It’s a fancy hotel. I’m sure they’re open!
For Kanye-types.
Jessica (GM): Yeah.
Fin: And if that goes off without a hitch…
Will need to pick up some mana
I think I tapped my supply at both the restaurant and at the mysterium
Jessica (GM): It goes off no problem, lemme know when you get to the sleep.
Fin: Oh, right, sorry
Jessica (GM): Were you still interested in the Robe and all this Unthroned Queen stuff? You asked about the robe the other night.
Dethroned Queen, rather
Fin: Okay, spa treatment! That’ll be a few hours. Then call to make an appointment for a personal shopper to come up, after nap time.
Then I’ll take a full 4 hours of sleep.
After that, mana.
Jessica (GM): Excellent, excellent.
Fin: So, you want me to keep going or you got something going on between then?
Jessica (GM): Nah, just asking questions and seeing where you roll, will pick up when I see a hook that looks promising
Fin: Okay. So…
After wake up…
Jessica (GM): brb, need to use the restroom, feel free to continue until you need feedback
Fin: kk
was just writing down my WP.
So, after waking back up, I’ll get my new clothes and get on with finding mana again. I don’t really know what my options are.
Jessica (GM): back.
There are hallows all over Chicago, trick is usually to find one that’s not already tapped or claimed.
Or you can do your oblations.
Don’t need a hallow for those anymore.
Fin: Right. So, oblations takes a while. Think I’d rather try to find a hallow
Jessica (GM): Fair.
Fin: I mean, I’m real low
Jessica (GM): Well you know there’s one in that thai restaurant that used to be Eli’s home.
Fin: Right, I used that one
Jessica (GM): along with the entrance to your library.
Right, right
Fin: I used up my stipend at the Mysterium, and drained the restaurant
Jessica (GM): Yeah.
Fin: So…
Jessica (GM): There’s a few cabals in town you’ve heard of that offer their hallows out for small favors and such.
Fin: Call Piccolo, ask if he knows a place?
Jessica (GM): Would you like to hear about those?
Fin: Yeah
Jessica (GM): Rich old cabals with demesnes, mostly, mana’s less a premium for them.
Fin: Right
Jessica (GM): There’s the Abbatoir, which is this high-end dance club in Old Town— and also the name of said mixed-order Cabal.
You don’t really know them, because, well
old town.
Fin: Yeeeah
Jessica (GM): But you’ve heard their hollow is considered “on tap” like the drinks
there’s also U.S. Cellular Park, which you understand sounded much more mystical before they changed the name in 2003
It’s baseball season, you could possibly sneak some mana off there for the cost of a ticket
though downside is you’re probably not the only mage in the city ever to have that idea
Fin: Yeah pass on that
Jessica (GM): There’s always the Walsh Industries Cabal
which has a demesne and hollow on the top ten floors of the Edwards-Hagen Building
Though you’d probably have to deal with Theodore J. Walsh, the cabal leader and probably the richest mage in the city
if you care about that sort of thing
which most mages don’t
Fin: Silver Ladder?
Jessica (GM): Oh yeah.
Fin: what else we got? Any that seem more compelled by strange? The sort that might like to hear some stories about fighting gods?
Jessica (GM): Other “public” hallows include, let’s see
Field Museum of Natural History might line up?
you haven’t been there since the Egypt nonsense >>
Fin: I meant, cabals
that own hallows that might share/sell
Jessica (GM): Right, let’s see
Man, this was easier back when you could just draw mana from the leyline on the chicago river
but it hasn’t been right since they reversed the flow
Let’s see, got another hoighty-toighty cabal that fits the bill
and one that’s more down to earth
what’s your poison
Jessica (GM): different flavor of high brow that the preceding, admittedly
Fin: Down to earth. Don’t think Fin ever adapted well to hoighty-toighty
Jessica (GM): Cassandra’s Visions Bookstore, over near downtown, is more down to earth, though it’s a Guardians of the Veil cabal.
They own a lot of occulty bookstores around town.
Fin: Sounds familiar!
Jessica (GM): and more highbrow but maybe also familiar ground is a cabal who you’ve vaguely met one of the members of through meetings at the Mysterium
Fin: what are they about?
Jessica (GM): Northhall Manor, up past Highland, is the home of the Hip Flask cabal.
and also kind of a museum of mystical curios
well, private gallery, really.
Fin: Oh, yeah, let’s go there.
I’m assuming hip flask is a pun, and they’re hipsters. Hipsters like nothing more than black folk showing up to hang with them.
Jessica (GM): sorry, misspoke on direction—
they’re over in Chicago Ridge
so, think more old democrats >>
Fin: Chicago Ridge?
Jessica (GM): Near Oak Lawn, looks like
Fin: Place is a shit hole!
But sure, we can go there
Jessica (GM): Well, Uber it up.
You’ll find a fairly nice three story mansion, if somewhat older.
Fin: time?
Jessica (GM): Eh, 10 amish?
maybe closer to noon.
You did get some sleep.
Rain’s finally slowing off.
Mostly just cloudy today.
Fin: Should be more like afternoon?
Jessica (GM): Fair.
Fin: Couple hours at the spa, 4 hours of sleep, then a fitting and some clothes putting on.
I mean, nbd
Jessica (GM): fair
early afternoon, then
the weather remains as noted
Fin: Alright

Fin slips out of the car and gives a quick look around the building.
Jessica (GM): You’ve heard the leader is super old time Mysterium and is supposed to be a big deal. Never met him, though.
Fin: Anything obvious to keep me from walking up to the front door, magic or otherwise?
Jessica (GM): There’s clear wards all over the building— you can feel the resonance on those the moment you hit the driveway.
But they don’t seem immediately dangerous.
Defensive in nature.
Fin: Right, okay

Fin gives a look around, then proceeds on up to the front door. Stops there and hits the doorbell.
Rose: There’s a short delay before a woman opens the door with car keys in her hand. “Er, hi, can I help you? I was just on my way out.”
You’d place her around 40.
Fin: Does she look magical?
Rose: You can catch the scent of her nimbus, though ytou don’t see an obvious spell in place—
like rosemary and bourbon.
Fin: “Yeah, uh… hey. Real sorry for the, uh… unsolicited visitin’ and shit. But I had a shit-ass last few days and was looking for some uh… you know. Fam, that could help me out.”
Rose: She tilts her head, frowning. “…Oh, you’re uh…”
She snaps her fingers.
“Vin, from the Mysterium, right?”
Fin: “Fin… yeah, that’s me.”
Rose: “Right, Fin! Sorry. We met once, looking for books in the same stack.”
“You doing alright?”
Fin: “Oh, oh, right, yeah. Sorry uh… your name?”
Rose: “Rose.”
“You’d probably know Protagoras better, he sits in with the Curator on those monthly meetings.”
“He’s out, though.”
Fin: “Rose. Aight. Yeah, so… I had the most… whack fuckin’ 24 hours… And, yeah, was stopping by to see the ol’ man…”
“But, you know. Won’t waste your time. Looking for someone who doesn’t mind me sitting in their hallow for a bit. Either begging or, ya know… can pay.”
Rose: “Well, Airy’s here. Have you met Airy yet?”
Fin: “Mighta. Not going to lie, my work in the Mysterium went from… barely fuckin’ paying attention to…”

Fin gestures.
Fin: Fin’s a curator now…?
Rose: "Anyway, come in, of course. I’m sure he can help you. I’m really sorry to be a bad host but I have to run, Webber’s having a, to quote his text, “Goetic problem” over on the west side. You know how it is."
Nah, but you’re on the board, or whatever
Well, I mean, yes, you are
though Tez is the ranking curator who does most of the mundane day to day work
So people still call him “The Curator”
you could seize that title if you’d care to spend a lot more time curating >>
Fin: yeeeah
“Awesome. Thank you.”
Fin is, ya know, in a real good mood.
Cause spa + sleep
Rose: She nods, brushing past you on the way out. “No problem. Sorry again!”
She fairly jogs to her car.
Fin: “Take care! Uh… call if you need help with that shit! Been there once…”
Rose: Inside, you find yourself face to face with a massive grandfather clock in the entry hall.
Resonance in the room vibrates with every tick.
It’s imbued with… some kind of magic.
You’re not sure what.

Fin leans in real close to stare at it.
Fin: “Why’s it always gotta be clocks…”
Jessica (GM): You hear a man calling from behind a door to your left. “Come on in to the parlor! Just hang your jacket if you’ve got one, there’s a hook by the door.”

Fin takes a look around, for the hook, then leaves her jacket behind and follows the voice.
Fin: “Sup… Airy?”
Airyaman: A very old man looks up at you from a wheelchair in a well-appointed sitting room. Most of this stuff looks old world, but there’s a macbook air open on a victorian desk, which he’s sitting near.
“Afternoon. Airyaman. You can sit if you like.”
Fin: “Fin. Nice to meet you. Sorry to drop by all unannounced and shit… you hear anything I said to Rose?”

Fin certainly walks right over and finds a spot to lounge.
Airyaman: “Ah, it’s not polite to eavesdrop, so let’s pretend I didn’t.”
you can give me a uh
int+occult roll if you like, btw
Something about the name feels familiar to you.
Fin: rolling {3d10!>10}>8
= 1 Successes
Airyaman: Airyaman is one of the names on a very short list of Masters that Chicago has seen in its Consilium.
You had no idea he was still alive, really.
Fin: “I feel that… uh. Long story short? I had one long fucked up day. And I’m seeing if I can’t beg a little time in someone’s hallow.”
“And I don’t think I ever been out this way, so figure… you know. Some real fuckin’ mundane sight seeing. Compared to the other kind I been doing.”
Airyaman: “Feeling salty about it, too, from the sound of things.”
“Can’t say as I blame you, fire spirits are unpleasant business.”
Fin: “… Yeah. I mean… the water spirit was a dick, too.”
Airyaman: “Well, that’s spirits for you.”
Fin: “Exactly.”
Airyaman: “Young mages forget they’re not people, get all out of sorts when they’re irrational.”
“But they’re not, really, just bound up bits of our own perceptions.”
Fin: “Well… I think people are drawn to the ones that seem most human… but those are usually the ones that’re most fucked up.”
Airyaman: He nods to that.
“…Believe you have some firsthand experience with that, too.”
“Apologies, I don’t mean to take a read on you.”
“Old habit.”
Fin: “Hey, I came into your home begging. Feel like… you know…”
Airyaman: “Interesting fates make me act a magpie.”
“Offer you something to drink? I’d get up and fetch it, but well.”
“There’s pepsi in the fridge, though.”
Fin: “Oh, is that it? Fate? I heard you were a master… at least. Some dude with a name a lot like yours…”
Airyaman: He nods.

Fin gives a nod, and stands back up.
Fin: “You want one?”
Airyaman: “Used to be Hierarch, back before the Great War.”

Fin asks that as she walks on over.
Airyaman: “Long while ago now. And ah, just a glass of iced tea, if you don’t mind?”
“Caffeine’s hell on me these days.”
Fin: “Oh yeah…? And then uh… fuck’s that dude’s name… The Seer. He took over…”
Airyaman: “Nah, this was at the same time.”
“Back during the days when the only territory we had a claim to was around the library.”

Fin gets to the fridge and grabs a pepsi and pours out some iced tea.
Airyaman: “City’s changed a lot since then.”
Fin: “Oooh…”
Airyaman: “Some things never do, though.”
Fin: “Yeah… Israfil… done a lot of things here…”

Fin steps back over to hand off the iced tea, then sits back down.
Airyaman: “Have to give him credit for the good and try to understand the bad, I suppose.”
“I did my best to step up after the Praetorian killed the old Hierarch.”
“But I didn’t have the taste for the kind of fight Israfil was ready to win.”
Fin: “I feel that.”
Airyaman: “Still, I take your point.”
“Worst thing for a wartime leader is peace time.”
Fin: “Dude’s definitely making war right now…”
“Just doing it where we can’t see it.”
Airyaman: “Mmh.”
“It’s the same fight as it always was.”
“We put up he posters and declared a mission accomplished.”
“But the root of that war never did get resolved.”
Fin: “Yeeeah. It’s… I mean…”
“I spent a lil time in Detroit? Seen some… fucked up things…”
Airyaman: “So I’m gathering.”
“One thing I’ve learned? That’s kind of where we live.”
Fin: “In… fucked up things?”
Airyaman: “Oh, the fucked up things were always happening.”
“But it was part of the sales pitch when you signed your name, kiddo.”
“See the truth behind the Lie.”
“Good and bad.”
Fin: “Yeah.”
“Yeah, I-… yeah. I think I went to Atlantis?”
“Saw the whole break.”
“Or wildly fuckin’ hallucinated. You know. Who’s to say?”
Airyaman: “That, I’ve got to admit, is a fresh take on me.”
“I’ve read accounts like that before, but no one ever can capture it right.”
“Bet I could read your mind, if you’d let me, and still not get a good take.”
Fin: “I bet you’re right, cause there ain’t shit that makes sense…”
Airyaman: “Closest I ever got was right after the Fall.”
“Back in the thirties, trouble with a Banisher and this damnable pocket watch.”
“Whole cabal got thrown back 6000 years.”
Fin: “Oh, wow…”
“Like, actually back. Not just… weird hallucinations?”
Airyaman: He nods.
“Taught me that Fate seemed like a better long-term calling than Time.”
“Hard enough to wrap your head around the idea that everything happens for a reason.”
“Without stopping to think that everything’s happening all at once.”
Fin: “That’s, uh… Yeah. We actually dealt with a lot of uh… what the fuck do you call ’em.”
“The things that come from Arcadia… from the realm of fate and time…”
Airyaman: “The Gentry.”
“Least, that’s what they called ’em when I was still caussing trouble.”
Fin: “… Well, shit, yeah…”
“Just, that’s not shit they teach us in Mysterium school…”
Airyaman: “With good reason.”
“Those creatures are stories.”
“You write ’em down, you may as well be drawing a circle to summon them.”
Fin: “Yeah. That sounds about right…”
“I guess they lose in the end. Ultimately. But… What’s that matter.”
Airyaman: “Especially when you realize that the end was a long damn time ago and Time doesn’t mean a thing.”
He takes a long drink, not seeming to perturbed.
Fin: “Exactly. Hurts my fuckin’ head.”
“Think you got the right of it, not focusing on Time…”
“Though, you know, speaking of fate… You ever heard of… the Dethroned Queen?”
Airyaman: He frowns.
“Yes, I’d say so. I’m sort of a collector of old stories, though the Dethroned Queen was never my white whale.”
“Too global.”
Fin: “Story kinda fell into my lap…”
“And now I’m trying to decide if I ought to pick it up or not.”
Airyaman: “Well, you’re a Curator in the Mysterium, aren’t you?”
“I’m old, but I’m not dead yet.”

Fin gives a vague groan.
Fin: “Yessss…”
Airyaman: “I’m not talking about responsibilities to a library or some kind of Indiana Jones pulp adventure.”
“I’m talking about why you joined the Mysterium in the first place.”
“Why’d you pick it over the others?”
Fin: “Just made the most sense. All this fucked up shit we’re facing everything single day… And pieces of Atlantis and the time before that constantly rising up around us…”
Airyaman: “Coulda been a Guardian, if you’re thinking risk.”
“They lock up relics like nobody else.”
Fin: “Yeah, fuck that shit.”
“You grow up poor as I did, you know… you get a piece of something…”
“There’s either two directions you run. To grab as much as you can and keep hold of it…”
“Or to kick a bit back.”
Airyaman: “Everybody needs a release.”
“S’why we named the cabal what we did.”
“Kind of a joke on Prohibition.”
Fin: “Oh, is that it? See… I pulled up and was wondering…”
“Thought you all were young.”
Airyaman: “Most of them are these days.”
“I’m the only founder still kicking around the house.”
“But no, we’ve been around since the 30s.”
“This Hall was even the Athenaeum, for a little while, back after World War 2 when we got that big influx of old-world Pentacle fleeing over.”
Fin: “Oh… huh.”
Airyaman: “But you’ve got the right idea, and an answer, I think.”
“These things are always worth pursuing.”
“They’re not worth losing yourself in.”
“If you’re curious, that’s a good reason to carry on, I think.”
“It’s the things you need you have to be careful of.”
Fin: “Curious about why it happened… not what it is. Which… I think means something.”
Airyaman: He nods.
“That’s a better reason than the one that got us where we are now, being honest with you, Fin.”
“Pursuit of knowledge always goes somewhere.”
“Just have to be careful you don’t get lost.”
“That was Israfil’s problem.”
“Praetorian’s too, honestly.”
Airyaman: “He had the resources to hold this place forever.”
Fin: “… he was chasing knowledge? I thought he was chasing power.”
Airyaman: “They can be the same thing.”
“No, we’d been skirmishing back and forth for decades.”
“Seers held the lion’s share of the city, but we got by too.”
“It bubbled over because of a story like the one that fell into your lap.”
“The Flange.”
Fin: “The Flange?”
Airyaman: “…You mean to tell me Tezcatlipoca hasn’t showed you those volumes?”
“Man still has a bit of greed in him.”
Fin: “Uuuhhh… I mean… I’m not exactly the best reader…”
“So it’s possible he shoved ‘em at me while he was making some chile and I just kinda… ya know. Didn’t pay any fuckin’ attention.”
Airyaman: “The whole war was fought over the Celestial Flange.”
“Neither of ’em had it, neither of ’em found it.”
Fin: “What the fuck is a celestial flange? I thought flange was like… part of a car…”
Airyaman: “It’s an approximate translation.”
“It’s more like… eh… high speech is tricky, you know?”
“A cosmic un ifying principle.”
Fin: “Okay…”
“But it’s a thing…”
Airyaman: “There’s a lot of legends about it.”
“Nearest one for a lot of people was that it was an Atlantean tool.”
“Integral part of something, like a device, that could bring back the glory days.”
“That piece of Atlantis that you think you saw.”
“And since you saw it, you know that people are willing to kill for a piece of that.”
Fin: “Uh… yeeeeeah. Willing to… kill each other. Turn on their best friends. Willing to do anything to climb up into the heavens…”
Airyaman: “People thought Delphi had it. They were an old Mysterium cabal, older than Hip Flask.”
“They pretty much ran the show here back then as far as we’re concerned.”
“I don’t think they ever did, though.”
“Praetorian went at them hard when he got wind of the rumors.”
“Israfil picked over the bones left behind, took most of their books with him, or so the rumors go.”
“And hit back, sayin’ he was defending the Pentacle.”
Airyaman: “Personally, I think he was after whatever the Praetorian took.”
Fin: Praetorian… is the Seer? The guy we met?
Airyaman: yeah.
Fin: “Makes sense… but… Praetorian didn’t have it either? I mean… obviously dude didn’t ascend…”
Airyaman: “Nope. Like I said, I don’t think Delphi ever had it either.”
“But they were looking into it, searching.”
“And that kind of fever can get contagious.”
Fin: “For sure… yeah…”
Airyaman: “We dressed it up, after the fact.”
“Was impossible not to go with the narrative, really.”
“Israfil captured the Praetorian, kicked the Seers out of territory they’d had since the city was built.”
Fin: afk a sec
Airyaman: “Whole mess of new Pentacle mages came to the city on the back of his story.”
Fin: “And if you don’t say it the same, what do you get… besides kicked to the curb…”
Airyaman: “Nothing. But we were all better off going with it.”
“Thing we don’t talk about is that the war wasn’t just Seers against Pentacle.”
“Cabal against cabal, too.”
“People got a taste for it and couldn’t get it out.”
“We were all better off letting a different story be the real one. No one wants that time back.”
“There’s a reason most of the cabals in this city aren’t any older than Israfil, though.”
Fin: “Eh… yeah. We got drove outta town by another cabal…”
“Fuckin’ shit show that was. All because they broke the rules.”
Airyaman: He nods.
“It’s been a truce. Some of the older ones still know the story. Some of the younger ones found it out.”
“Now you know too, because… I don’t know.”
“Sometimes I get a feeling about a person.”
“You learn to go with it.”
“I’m not going to see how it turns out, either way.”
Airyaman: “You’ve been around the block enough to know the narrative and the truth aren’t always the same thing, though.”
“For all the talk about our great victory, it’s not like the Seers ever left Chicago.”
“They’re just on the back foot now.”
Fin: “Well. Bit stronger now, cause, uh… Me an’ my ex cabal went down a rabbit hole. Created a little bit of trouble…”
Did dealing with detroit stabilize the two worlds? I seem to recall that…
Airyaman: The World was destroyed in the process
so the other world may have retreated back into some realm of like
Fin: That’s what I thought, ok
Airyaman: quasi-potential
and no longer exists
Fin: “Dealt with an artifact. Maybe made a second copy of reality and it started to mash up with this one. Maybe. Who the fuck knows, right?”
Airyaman: (brb)
“Huh. New one on me.”
Fin: “Yeah… It was actually pretty interesting…”
“See, this dude found this artifact that made an alternate reality? Or… something. And he was basically going to collapse that other reality to power a spell to remove the Abyss from the fallen world…”
Airyaman: “Oh! The World finally popped up again, eh.”
“Before my time, but I thought that sounded familiar.”
“The rest of that is a… new wrinkle.”
Fin: “Yeah. It’s gone now. Or… you know. As gone as shit like that goes…”
Airyaman: “Anyhow, so you know, as I’m enjoying your stories but I don’t want to take advantage.”
“They’re good, and you can get regular use of the Hollow if you want it, but we’re going to have to trade in something a little more real.”
“I am still a businessman.”
Fin: “Oh, shit, right. Yeah, sorry… Was just… it’s been a while since I had anyone to talk to.”
Airyaman: “Happy for the company.”
Fin: “Or, I mean, it’s been… a week but whatever. Feels like a few years.”
Airyaman: “Just didn’t want you thinking you were buying me off, I wouldn’t want you revealing stuff you wouldn’t otherwise.”
Fin: “Sounds like there’s not a lot about me you don’t already know. Or couldn’t, if you tried a little.”
Airyaman: “Fate tells you the plot, not the story.”
“Doesn’t mean much without the character.”
“Doesn’t say what any of it meant to you.”
“Any rate, main way we’re supposed to get by is in trading.”
Fin: “Yeah. So…”
Airyaman: “At least when half my cabal isn’t off learning the same damn lesson every Mastigos learns in their first year or two.”
“I’ve got a client who needs powdered mummy. I’ve got sourcing on it, but I’m a little tapped out on hands.”
“Call it COD, you use the hollow, bring some back to me, and you can use it again.”
“Can make it pay as you go. Nothing big.”
“Fetch and carry.”

Fin flashes her eyes wide, then laughs…
Fin: “You fuckin’ kidding me? I just dealt with so many mummies like… shit how long ago was that…”
Airyaman: “Ehhh, those things in the museum are barely worth the name.”
“You want any real potency as a catalyst you need First Dynasty.”
“Or older, but that’s tough to come by.”
Fin: “you mean… Egypt. Or, what… Museum of London or whatever.”
Airyaman: “Egypt, right. But no, not there.”
“Specialty parts like that we usually just pick up from the Rag Man.”
“He has his ear more to the ground and none of our customers have ever heard of him.”
“Which is just as well, he’s selective who he deals with.”
Fin: “Fetch and carry… as in… you already paid, just need me to transport?”
“Cause Rag Man doesn’t sound real fucking pleasant.”
Airyaman: “He still needs paid, but I’ve got that all ready to go.”
Fin: “Aight. Uh… sure. Think I can handle it…”
Airyaman: “Just whispers about the Consilium. Broad strokes stuff, not comitting treason here.”
“Some of the other supernatural types in Chicago like to know when the Council might be pounding its chest or looking under rocks they like.”
“So they can get out of the way.”

Fin nods slowly.
Fin: “Okay. I mean… no problem with me. Considering half the Consilium is in bed with one group or another…”
Airyaman: “People like to play like they believe in segregation around here.”
“Vampires keep to the vampires, mages to the mages, Sleepers to nobody because they’re just set dressing.”
“But it’s always been this way.”
“We live together, couldn’t be any other way.”
Fin: “True, true…”
“Aight, so… when you need this done? Now? Cause… I guess I got time. Not supposed to meet my friend for another…”

Fin checks her surely ridiculously expensive watch.
Fin: “Three hours.”
Airyaman: “He doesn’t meet in daylight hours anyway, just before tomorrow.”
Fin: “Oooh. Aight.”
Airyaman: “Oh, one tip, don’t ask him what he is.”
“I don’t know myself, but he’s sensitive about it.”

Fin snorts.
Airyaman: “Big weird world out there.”
Fin: “Might ask him if he’s a Sox fan or a Cubs fan… but I don’t give a fuck what anyone is.”
“I mean. Mostly.”
“Don’t care for vampires.”
Airyaman: “Vampires don’t care for vampires, can’t you tell?”
“Long memories, though.”
“Lot longer than ours.”
Fin: “Figure dead things don’t change much. So… makes sense.”
Airyaman: “Anyhow. Hollow’s in the basement along with the demense. Not rushing you off, but door’s at the end of the hall, third on the right past the bathroom.”
“And you know I’d already know if you were going to muck about with any of our things, so no need saying anything about it.”
Fin: “You mean I can’t go fuck with that clock out in the hallway?”
Airyaman: “That old thing? I’d almost thank you, damned thing’s too loud… but no, it’s an heirloom.”
“All it does is give whoever’s attuned to it a perfect awareness of what time it is.”
“No matter where you are.”
Fin: “… like… you always are hearing a clock ticking?”
Airyaman: “I’d be mad as a hatter if I did. That part’s just the clock.”
“Sounds less impressive in the age of wristwatches, I guess.”
“Handy if you find yourself Elsewhere, though.”
Fin: “Yeah, I could see that.”
“Well. Thanks, pops. I’ma go hit that hallow then… will see about meeting this Rag Man. You do got a site for me to find him, yeah?”
Airyaman: “You heard of Edgewater Medical Center, or is that before your time?”
Fin: “Uh… I know where Edgewater is…”
Airyaman: “They closed it down back in 2001, it’s sitting abandoned now.”
Fin: “Buncha fuckin’ looney bins up there, right?”
Airyaman: “They keep talking about renovating, but things fall through.”
“Probably because it’s haunted as all hell.”
Fin: “Oh… lovely…”
Airyaman: “Suits the Rag Man fine, though.”
Fin: “Aight. Got it.”
Airyaman: “Notes for him are in the macbook, just take it to him.”
“More secure than paper these days.”
“You can password protect a journal, but it’s a stupid piece of magic when a computer will do it for you.”

Fin gives a laugh and a nod. Then gets up, to go fetch that macbook

Session Logs

Raw Log for Acts 1-4 (includes a lot of extra OOC chatter, other session links prior to act 4 currently do not work): Raw Log (save link and open in web browser to view formatting correctly)


Session 1 – Weiner Take All
A new cabal meets. A Mystagogue is kidnapped.
Session 2 – The World
A curious Artifact is researched.
Session 3 – Parallel Lines
Another, worse world is found within The World. The Seers of the Throne are ascendant.
Session 4 – Contract Law
A contract is negotiated with a horrible Keeper.
Session 5 – Party Politics
A mission is reinforced. Favors must be satisfied.
Session 6 – Aleo
An apostate offers insight in the hunt for Ogun.
Session 7 – Dreamweaving
A fractured mind offers grim revelations about the cabal’s recent travels.
Session 8 – Reconnoitering
Plans are made. An attack readied.
Session 9 – Shadow Man
An attack by the Abyss. Troubling revelations follow.


Session 10 – Lines in Parallel
A glimpse into another world.


Session 11 – Reflections
A cabal member lost. The hunt continues.
Session 12 – Primary
Vampires, and a conspiracy set ablaze.
Session 13 – Adam
A cabal hits the road. They are haunted by spirits of the self.
Session 14 – A Slothful Mission
A cabal strikes a blow against a new target.
Session 15 – Fury Road
A woman is saved from wrath. A cabal member wounded.
Session 16 – Clash of Will
False accusations show the depth of the problem. An accord is reached.
Session 17 – Sex Boat
Another spirit is uncovered. An unusual venue is the site of a bargain.
Session 18 – Green
A new hunt begins. But not all is what it seems.
Session 19 – Ambush
A cabal member replaced. A cabal member found.
Session 20 – Setting an Ambush
A rescue is planned.
Session 21 – Gambling Souls
A high-stakes game for a friend’s soul. The end of another hunt.
Session 22 – Waltman’s Neck
A postcard to hell. A town that is not what it seems.
Session 23 – Gluttony
An old nemesis uncovered. Another turned ally.
Session 24 – Moral Quandaries
An enemy beaten. But what should be done?
Session 25 – Opening the Gate
Nearing the end of the road. A cabal finds a fresh Mystery.
Session 26 – The Obsidian Palace
An ancient puzzle overcome. An old teammate regained.
Session 27 – Tryhards
A cabal returns home. An invitation is made.
Session 28 – Goodbye, Adam
A saga is ended. A man is laid to rest.


Session 29 – Haunted Bacchanalia
Ghosts herald a change in regime.


The cabal takes its place on a grander stage as a part of Chicago’s politics. An ancient spirit is foiled. Detroit is cured.


The cabal collapses under the weight of that which has already passed. New faces emerge.

- Fin Solo Sessions:

Fin Sessions – Act 4 Session 1
Fin Sessions – Act 4 Session 2

Investigation notes: Gilbert Lancaster

Investigation Notes

The person featured in a grainy photo, arm-in-arm with Lust (spirit that took Claire’s appearance), walking along Grand River riverwalk in Downtown Grand Rapids.

Gilbert Lancaster: New England Old Money, came to Grand Rapids as a young man to start his own business venture

  • Married
  • Socialite: throws parties, fundraisers for political candidates
  • President of West Michigan Libertine Society
  • Business: Spectrum Health, employs some 16,000 people in Western Michigan
  • Owner of riverboat The Sir Stephen: moored at private dock south of Grand Rapids


Libertine Society: founded in the 50s by Lancaster the Elder, to allow free thought and discourse

  • Authors, politicians, scholars
  • Famour guest: Alfred Kinsey

Linked Persons

Chain Parris aka. Yule Williams: Canadian philanthropist, seen at a Lancaster charity ball


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