Dateline: 16th September 2010cy, 7.00 AM
In the early hours of dawn you’ve driven out to the end of the valley, to Matchstick Farm and Leroy’s place to collect Billy. As you arrive, the mist is noticeably thinner at this end of the valley, with the sun peeking fitfully through gauzy haze – and those with magical ability can feel a charge from the standing stone where the Machan coven does it’s work. Billy is lying on the floor of Leroy’s shack, stripped to the waist and covered in red and black Native American painted symbols. He’s wearing a ring just like the ones you all have on his right hand. As Billy stirs, Leroy comes in behind you, painted just like Billy and carrying a basket of eggs.
[4/18/2012 7:25:53 PM] Steve Hynd: ::Leroy:: Mornin’ folks. Breakfast?
[4/18/2012 7:26:21 PM] Langy: :: Hall steps up to Billy, helping him up. :: “What happened here?”
[4/18/2012 7:26:38 PM] Billy Lee: ::Billy stirs from the floor, rubs his bloodshot eyes as he tries to wake::
[4/18/2012 7:27:06 PM] Fiona Longham: “Hello Leroy, and breakfast would be lovely, thank you.” ::Fiona then turns to Billy::" Are you alright?"
[4/18/2012 7:28:03 PM | Edited 7:28:22 PM] Steve Hynd: ::Leroy heads for the fireplace and starts breaking eggs into an iron skillet.::
[4/18/2012 7:28:46 PM] Billy Lee: ::squints around the room, stumbles around for his glasses:: "No, but I’ll manage.
[4/18/2012 7:29:57 PM] Chris: “Did you see him as well Billy, ::Mort moves to kneel on the floor beside him, so his rasped words are a bit clearer:: The Green Man? Did he say anything to you?”
[4/18/2012 7:30:54 PM] Steve Hynd: ::Leroy:: The boy’s been off cavortin’ with Coyote. He had that thing on his finger when I came outa my trance, no idea where it came from myself.
[4/18/2012 7:32:03 PM] Fiona Longham: “Pardon me, but cavorting with whom?”
[4/18/2012 7:32:27 PM] Langy: “A native American god, I think?”
[4/18/2012 7:32:27 PM] Billy Lee: ::pops a handful of pills, not bothering to so sort them out:: I didn’t see any green man that I remember. The shit I did see, I’m not ready to talk about yet. ::Gives Leroy a stern look:: “I need to think things through.”
[4/18/2012 7:32:43 PM] Langy: “Or just a spirit animal?”
[4/18/2012 7:32:59 PM] Steve Hynd: Sure thing, boyo.
[4/18/2012 7:33:20 PM] Steve Hynd: ::Leroy begins whistling “magic carpet ride”::
[4/18/2012 7:34:34 PM] Billy Lee: I’ve to take a piss. ::stomps out of the room, radiating anger and walks to the porch where he can be heard relieving himself.::
[4/18/2012 7:35:33 PM] Steve Hynd: ::Leroy:: So what’s this about a green man? Been talking to aliens?
[4/18/2012 7:35:55 PM] Langy: “A fairy god of the forest.”
[4/18/2012 7:36:27 PM] Fiona Longham: :: Fiona stares in the direction of Billy in concern::
[4/18/2012 7:37:21 PM | Edited 7:38:04 PM] Chris: “Very well, if you find some insights when you delve into these thoughts – please share. It’s not everyday one finds a heart of a breathing god, a font of magic energy, I would hate ::Mort’s eyes twinkle:: to fudge it. In that regard your the wisest man I know in matters of the Elder Gods.” ::With a curt bow Mort moves to investigate the state of the fog and the thrum of magical energy in the air from the window side:: " “The Green Man is one of the few Fay who retained his godhood with the fall of belief in the otherworldly and magic as a whole – respected by Unseelie and Seelie alike – he is what we all seek to be.”
[4/18/2012 7:38:49 PM] Steve Hynd: They’re all aliens, y’know. green men, fairies, Mi-go, Coyote and Spider lady, if you look at ‘em right.
[4/18/2012 7:39:01 PM | Edited 7:39:08 PM] Steve Hynd: Who want’s eggs and bacon?
[4/18/2012 7:39:53 PM] Chris: “Would that be alien eggs and alien bacon to my kind then Leroy? If so I would be more than willing to explore this new treat.”
[4/18/2012 7:40:06 PM] Billy Lee: ::Billy comes back into the house still working the zipper on his trousers:: So what’s this shit about a green god now?
[4/18/2012 7:40:11 PM] Langy: “True enough. They aren’t from this plane, so they’re aliens to it – though, for that matter, we aren’t quite from here any longer ourselves.”
[4/18/2012 7:40:31 PM] Fiona Longham: ::Fiona snaps back to the matter at hand:: “I’ll take a plate of it.”
[4/18/2012 7:41:42 PM] Steve Hynd: ::Leroy begins to hand out mismatched plates of scrambled eggs and thick bacon, as well as an assortment of copper forks::
[4/18/2012 7:43:05 PM] Fiona Longham: ::Fiona takes a plate:: “Thank you.”
[4/18/2012 7:43:41 PM] Langy: :: Hall smiles and takes a big helping of bacon and eggs, chowing down with the rest."
[4/18/2012 7:43:46 PM] Billy Lee: ::Billy takes a seat at the table, not bothering with a shirt and pulls a pack of cigarettes from his pants pocket. He tears off the filter::I’ve about had my fill of denizens of other planes. ::He lights the smoke and takes a heavy drag.:: It’s time we smite these fuckers and show them a true age of Men. Give them something to think about.
[4/18/2012 7:44:46 PM | Edited 7:45:28 PM] Chris: “The world Earth once had a great deal more magic to it – if anything it has lost much of what it once was. It was our home once as well and we have played games in that garden of men since there were men. Or so I’ve been told – I can’t attest to anything before the breaking of the Winter Court. That was not the first chapter in either of our peoples stories though, but I think less understanding fairies might take offense that Earth is the Realm of men and men alone.”
[4/18/2012 7:46:10 PM] Fiona Longham: ::Fiona gulps down a bit of egg and clears her throat before speaking:: “Well said Billy. What we don’t have in raw power we’ve always outsmarted. Or died against. Rather obvious which sides of the scale we’re on, eh?”
[4/18/2012 7:48:23 PM] Fiona Longham: “Well, it might be more accurate to say we’ve out-bred them, but that’s only half the fight.”
[4/18/2012 7:49:19 PM] Chris: “More like out numbered and turned to ignoble means to secure victory” ::Mort’s voice less than a whisper in the corner of the room::
[4/18/2012 7:49:58 PM] Steve Hynd: ::Roberta Ealand sticks her head in through the doorway:: Dad, I’m off down to the circle…Oh, hi guys. Umm, Hi Mort. ::She disappears outside again::
[4/18/2012 7:50:56 PM] Fiona Longham: ::Fiona looks to Mort and smiles:: “That is definitely the case. The first lesson that you learn by looking through a text on human history usually is that we can be and often are cruel shitheads.”
[4/18/2012 7:51:20 PM] Billy Lee: ::Billy begins eating ravenously, not bothering with silverware or even to stop chewing while he speaks:: Umm. True, they’re so wrapped up in getting us to do their work they forget we may have other goals. I say it’s time we show them what happens when just a handful of Men open their eyes and smite a few. ::Billy looks around the table:: We’re powerful but so are all men – if they just opened their fucking eyes.
[4/18/2012 7:52:27 PM] Billy Lee: We may be cruel and depraved but we learned from those who call themselves our gods.
[4/18/2012 7:52:43 PM] Langy: :: Hall smirks. :: “I think you may be offending our token not-Man, Billy.”
[4/18/2012 7:53:13 PM] Chris: “The Green man told we clans of the Seelie and the Unseelie that we must unite to save our lands and our future, I believe that divine wisdom was meant for you as well. This is no time to lock shields against those of another creed when the demons of the cold dark rumble in the dreams of men and seek to devour OUR world” ::Mort turns to the door to seek some composure in the chill mist::
[4/18/2012 7:55:03 PM | Edited 7:55:34 PM] Billy Lee: ::Billy stops chewing for a moment and stops dead. Stands and walks to Mort and looks him dead in the eye:: If I’ve offended you I am truly sorry. You’ve been nothing but honest in your actions and words. We should be so lucky if these denizens who call themselves gods followed your example. Accept my appology? ::Wipes his hand on his slacks and puts his hand out::
[4/18/2012 7:56:30 PM | Edited 7:57:35 PM] Chris: “Our kind have hidden in the guise of men, I should appreciate that you call me kinsmen rather than take unintended insult” ::Mort take the hand firmly:: “I believe the Greenman’s words about the dark and light of the fay…we will one day, soon, need to make peace with men as well and seek our armistice”
[4/18/2012 7:59:06 PM] Billy Lee: ::Shakes his hand firmly:: "I may run my mouth but I’m not a fucking idiot. You’ve been nothing but honorable and I’d be proud to have you as an ally. We’ve seen – Shit. We gotta go fellas. ::jumps from the porch and starts running in the direction of the groove.
[4/18/2012 7:59:36 PM] Fiona Longham: ::Fiona finishes her meal, and looks to Leroy:: “What would you have me do with these?”
[4/18/2012 8:00:06 PM] Billy Lee: ::yells over his shoulder:: Leroy, grab the guns and lets GO! They’re moving against Roberta!
[4/18/2012 8:00:07 PM] Langy: :: Hall follows at speed. :: “What are we running towards, Billy?”
[4/18/2012 8:00:27 PM] Steve Hynd: :;Leroy:: Throw ‘em in the sink, Fiona, I’ll get around to ‘em some…wha?
[4/18/2012 8:00:55 PM] Steve Hynd: ::Leroy spins and grabs two shotguns from beside the fireplace::
[4/18/2012 8:01:38 PM] Fiona Longham: ::Fiona looks to the commotion, and sets down the dishware as she looks to the source of it.::
[4/18/2012 8:02:02 PM] Chris: “Never a moments rest” ::Moves at a swift gait to catch up with Billy::
[4/18/2012 8:02:31 PM] Steve Hynd: Outside, Roberta has disappeared down the tree-lined path to the Macha Grove, but you can all see a massive hump of earth, moving at running speed across the farm fields in the same direction. It’s as if a great whale moves beneath the surface of the sea without breaking it::
[4/18/2012 8:03:25 PM] Langy: :: Hall runs forwards, pulling out his revolver as he goes. :: “Conloadh, protect Roberta and the Macha coven!”
[4/18/2012 8:03:30 PM] Fiona Longham: ::Fiona takes off in the direction of Billy, drawing her .45::
[4/18/2012 8:03:46 PM | Edited 8:04:21 PM] Steve Hynd: ::Sod flies as a massive tentacle, as fat around as a grown man, breaks the surface and waves for a moment before the whole thing smoothes out, as if the whale dove deep::
[4/18/2012 8:03:54 PM] Langy: :: A swirling mist of fire erupts from the large revolver, flying towards Roberta at speed. ::
[4/18/2012 8:04:36 PM] Billy Lee: ::bare foot and shirtless Billy pulls his gun as he runs toward the Grove::
[4/18/2012 8:05:15 PM | Edited 8:05:25 PM] Chris: ::Mort pulls Geimhreadh from his sheath and strides the currents of fog – reaching out to sense the magic of the coven – to get to their aid::
[4/18/2012 8:06:34 PM] Steve Hynd: ::Up ahead, a series of shrill screams erupt, then the roaring of flames and a high-pitched wail of pain like a steam engine letting go::
[4/18/2012 8:09:30 PM] Steve Hynd: ::As you break into the Grove clearing, you see the earth yawning open as several huge tentacles wave out of the massive hole. One has a member of the Coven, an older lady, in it’s grasp as it dips into the hole. There’s another even louder scream of terror – abrubtly cut off! Conloadh is burning another tentacle, keeping it from reaching Roberta. The rest of the Coven are huddled behind their priestess, Audrey Hollowell, who has conjured some form of magical shield and is pushing back another tentacle with it::
[4/18/2012 8:10:37 PM] Steve Hynd: ::looking into the hole:
[4/18/2012 8:15:09 PM] Steve Hynd: :The thing is huge – even the parts you can see are almost 30 feet long, it must mass several thousand pounds::
[4/18/2012 8:16:02 PM] Steve Hynd: ((Init: Mort, Billy, Monster, Fiona& Orson))
[4/18/2012 8:17:07 PM] Steve Hynd: ((Oh, and everyone w/out Unfazeable make a Terror 1 save))
[4/18/2012 8:17:43 PM] Fiona Longham: ((Fiona has Unfazeable))
[4/18/2012 8:18:15 PM] Billy Lee: ((Billys Unfazable too))
[4/18/2012 8:18:31 PM] Chris: ((Just took several fearless so))
[4/18/2012 8:18:37 PM] Chris: //3d6
[4/18/2012 8:18:58 PM] Langy: christopher.a.rose rolled 3d 6; result:
4, 4, 6
[4/18/2012 8:19:09 PM] Langy: Will-15
[4/18/2012 8:19:11 PM] Langy: //3d6
[4/18/2012 8:19:11 PM] Langy: langymd rolled 3d 6; result:
2, 4, 6
[4/18/2012 8:20:55 PM] Chris: ::From his place on the roof of the mist, Mort stares into the depths of the pit to the maw of the beast. Reaching out a clinched fist aswirl with bits of ephemera – he judges the best’s time neigh!::
[4/18/2012 8:21:13 PM] Chris: //3d6
[4/18/2012 8:21:34 PM] Langy: christopher.a.rose rolled 3d 6; result:
5, 4, 3
[4/18/2012 8:22:27 PM] Chris: //3d6
[4/18/2012 8:22:35 PM] Langy: christopher.a.rose rolled 3d 6; result:
6, 2, 6
[4/18/2012 8:27:20 PM] Chris: //4d6
[4/18/2012 8:27:21 PM] Langy: christopher.a.rose rolled 4d 6; result:
5, 6, 2, 3
[4/18/2012 8:29:13 PM] Steve Hynd: ::A shadowy force reaches out from Mort’s clenched fist, faster than sight, and impacts upon a tentacle as if it was a God’s hammer. The tentacle buckles and recoils back into the hole as another steam-squeal issues from the thing’s fanged maw::
[4/18/2012 8:32:59 PM] Billy Lee: ::Billy stops and gathers himself up as he seems to radiate hate and screams out a guttural cry::
[4/18/2012 8:38:50 PM] Steve Hynd: ::the beast’s limbs writhe as Billy’s shout impacts it, then go flaccid as it retreats into the ground and the hole collapses in upon it::
[4/18/2012 8:41:36 PM] Steve Hynd: ::Slowly, the Machan witches come out from behind their leader’s shield. A young woman with a camera around her neck is sobbing loudly, the word “Grama” the only intelligble sound::
[4/18/2012 8:42:23 PM] Fiona Longham: ::Fiona looks down into the collapse:: “Damn. I think they or we have more than pissed this place off.”
[4/18/2012 8:43:22 PM] Chris: “It’s time has been judged – and I am it’s ending. Should the beast appear from the depths then it seeks to end the overhanging dread of its own death”
[4/18/2012 8:44:03 PM] Langy: :: Hall moves towards the girl with the camera. :: “Arianne, it’s going to be okay. We’ll keep you safe.”
[4/18/2012 8:44:10 PM] Billy Lee: ::Billy, bleeding from his nose a bit, walks over the soft grass:: Is anyone hurt?
[4/18/2012 8:44:55 PM] Fiona Longham: ::Fiona smiles at Mort’s words:: “That was an interesting display back there, Mort. I never knew you possessed a power like that.”
[4/18/2012 8:46:26 PM] Langy: “I think he came into it when the Lord of the Forest named him Fairy nobility.”
[4/18/2012 8:46:44 PM] Steve Hynd: ::Audrey comes over and bows before Mort:: I thank you and your companions, Lord. Without you, we might all have died. As it was, Ethel was taken::
[4/18/2012 8:47:33 PM] Langy: “We’ll worry about that shortly. Right now, we should try and get you somewhere safe. That creature might come back – I think we just scared it off for now.”
[4/18/2012 8:48:33 PM] Fiona Longham: “Makes sense. It will be incredibly useful in the upcoming conflict.”
[4/18/2012 8:49:09 PM] Steve Hynd: ::the thin shade of the older woman who was grabbed floats up above the ground and looks around in bewilderment::
[4/18/2012 8:49:16 PM] Billy Lee: ::Billy sits in the warm grass and picks a splinter out of his foot after he wipes away the blood on his blood crusted hankerchef.::
[4/18/2012 8:49:31 PM] Steve Hynd: ::Arianne::Grama! Oh..::cries even louder::
[4/18/2012 8:50:35 PM] Steve Hynd: ::Now that the Circle has stopped its work, you can see the mists are thickening again and encroaching::
[4/18/2012 8:51:14 PM] Chris: " The Macha Coven has ever been fast allies and loyal vassals – it pains me that anyone would fall to our enemies. For is it not we who have brought down their wroth?"
[4/18/2012 8:52:43 PM] Steve Hynd: ::Audrey:: Yes and no, Lord, for I could feel a presence, displeased at our impertinence in trying to dispel the mists. A vast presence, with a cunning intelligence but as yet no great direction to it.
[4/18/2012 8:52:54 PM] Langy: :: Hall mentally slaps himself as he puts a comforting arm upon Arianne. :: “It’s okay to be sad, little one. Come here. Say good-bye to your grandmother, let her know how much you’ll miss her. Morte, you can put her shade to rest after we’re done.”
[4/18/2012 8:53:33 PM] Chris: “Ethel Bowers will not suffer within the grasp of the cold dark gods, the Mother’s arms reach for her even now” (Will roll for the Name that kills)
[4/18/2012 8:53:40 PM] Chris: //3d6
[4/18/2012 8:54:07 PM | Edited 8:54:54 PM] Steve Hynd: ::Arrianne, still sobbing:: Granma, I love you. You’re everything I ever want to be. Macha keep you, beloved. :;she buries her head in Orson’s shoulder and weeps::
[4/18/2012 8:54:58 PM] Langy: christopher.a.rose rolled 3d 6; result:
5, 2, 5
[4/18/2012 8:55:05 PM] Billy Lee: ::Billy mumbles to himself as he runs his fingers along the grass:: "Even when we try to pass to the next place, they’re there to reap us. ::His face turns dark as he begins pulling grass up from the ground::
[4/18/2012 8:56:01 PM] Steve Hynd: ::Ethel’s shade shrinks down to a point of light, then becomes a bright crow-shape that wings swift as thought to the West, heading out of the valley at last::
[4/18/2012 8:56:34 PM] Steve Hynd: ::The entire Coven, other than the distraught girl, drop to their knees before Mort::
[4/18/2012 9:00:25 PM | Edited 9:02:49 PM] Chris: “Children of Macha, we are at war. The dark cold gods of prehistory trap us here and dine upon our emotional and spiritual energies – seeking to consume our very souls and deprive us of Macha’s touch. I will not stand aside and watch these predators consume my God’s children – the heart of this place will be ours so the star demons can feel their predation turned upon them!” ::Mort holds his cold gleaming sword aloft – pulsing blue as rays of sun filter threw the thickening fog:: “Fear not – for death has come for your enemies!”
[4/18/2012 9:02:08 PM] Steve Hynd: :;Audrey:: Hail Macha, so mote it be!
[4/18/2012 9:02:54 PM] Steve Hynd: Lord, we can, we have proven, keep the mists of the Town at bay or contain them. we will continue to help in any way we can
[4/18/2012 9:05:03 PM | Edited 9:05:24 PM] Chris: “I must confer with my fellows, they more wise in the ways of our enemies than I. When we reach the answer – I will seek you out. Till then gird yourselves for the days to come – our lifes are endless and repeating, our enemy has but one life to give!” ::Mort bows deeply to the coven as a whole::
[4/18/2012 9:06:48 PM] Steve Hynd: As you say, Lord. ::To her Coven:: Let’s go, Sisters. We’ll try again in Town now that we know we can do this.
[4/18/2012 9:07:02 PM | Edited 9:07:40 PM] Billy Lee: ::Billy seems to be lost in thought as he bares his teeth and mumbles something about ‘by my fucking will’ as he pulls and tears at the grass and soft earth::
[4/18/2012 9:07:35 PM] Langy: “Just… prepare for Little Timmy the Tentacle Monster to come back if you do. I think he may dislike those disturbing the Mist.”
[4/18/2012 9:07:50 PM | Edited 9:08:22 PM] Fiona Longham: “I think we should watch over them. They won’t survive another attack from it.”
[4/18/2012 9:09:57 PM] Langy: “It’s about time we head back to Town anyways. Gather our resources. Report in to the Merschmans.”
[4/18/2012 9:09:58 PM] Fiona Longham: “Billy? Could you repeat your statement?”
[4/18/2012 9:10:41 PM] Steve Hynd: ::The Coven, taking Arrianne in tow, head off back to their cars and buggies, left in the barn up at the farm::
[4/18/2012 9:12:24 PM] Billy Lee: ::Billy startles out of his dark funk and looks up:: I was just telling Joan that I have a will of my own. ::gives a look over his shoulder a side look and gets up off the ground. His hands are covered in mud and dried blood::
[4/18/2012 9:12:39 PM] Steve Hynd: ::Leroy, wheezing and out of breath, finally arrives:: Oh shee-it, i shouldn’t try to move that soon after a binge like that
[4/18/2012 9:13:18 PM | Edited 9:13:27 PM] Fiona Longham: “Oh? Thank you Billy. Thought you were on to something for a second there.”
[4/18/2012 9:14:11 PM] Langy: “What? His fucking will?” :: Hall looks at Fiona carefully. :: “Are you about to suggest some kind of crazy sex magic orgy to banish the baby-god?”
[4/18/2012 9:14:48 PM] Billy Lee: ::With a dead pan face billy says:: I’ve seen it work before. Never underestimate the power of raw sexual energy.
[4/18/2012 9:15:31 PM] Billy Lee: “Though I’m not sure I could fuck Mort if he let me. He kinda creeps me out” ::Gives Mort a wink and grin::
[4/18/2012 9:15:44 PM] Chris: “This is how humanity wins it’s wars….however”
[4/18/2012 9:15:50 PM] Fiona Longham: ::Laughs and blushes:: “Well, no. Maybe not sex magic, but I had the feeling he was onto something. I just can’t put my finger on it.”
[4/18/2012 9:16:47 PM] Billy Lee: ::Billy glances at Fiona for a moment, looking startled:: Care to elaborate?
[4/18/2012 9:18:32 PM] Chris: “This beast we find ourselves in – it consumes our spiritual energy. The Macha have shown they can influence the very nature of the town through ritual and force of will. You believe we might be able to give the beast indigestion – make it sick?”
[4/18/2012 9:19:02 PM] Fiona Longham: “Well, that’s the thing. I got a feeling . Something that you said resonated to me.”
[4/18/2012 9:20:06 PM] Billy Lee: "That’s probably just Leroy’s cooking. Does amazing things to my bowels. ::gives Leroy a friendly pat on the shoulder and a smile to let him know he’s just jesting::
[4/18/2012 9:20:57 PM] Steve Hynd: ::Leroy grins:: That’ll be the mescaline. Still haven’t gotten the process quite right, Billy.
[4/18/2012 9:21:48 PM | Edited 9:21:53 PM] Fiona Longham: ::Dismissing the joke with a smirk and a handwave:: “Great food. But still, it just inexplicably hit me. Like something that should be obvious, but I’m over-complicating it.”
[4/18/2012 9:21:53 PM] Langy: :: Hall closes his eyes for a moment, then begins reciting, his voice in roughly the same accent as Billy’s. :: “Is anyone hurt? Even when we try to pass to the next place, they’re there to reap us.” :: In a slightly different voice, he repeats Audrey’s words. :: “Let’s go, Sisters. We’ll try again in Town now that we know we can do this.” :: Again in Billy’s accent. :: “By my fucking will.”
[4/18/2012 9:22:20 PM] Langy: “Which part of that clicked with you, Fiona?”
[4/18/2012 9:23:08 PM] Fiona Longham: ::Looks to Dr. Hall:: "I believe he said “My fucking will”.
[4/18/2012 9:23:12 PM] Billy Lee: That’s pretty good.
[4/18/2012 9:23:38 PM] Langy: :: Hall shakes his head. :: “Definitely ‘by my fucking will.’ An invocation.”
[4/18/2012 9:24:17 PM] Steve Hynd: ::Leroy:: Prob’ly just a flashback
[4/18/2012 9:24:52 PM] Billy Lee: Joan nags – a lot. I don’t know about you guys but I’m starving. ::looks down at his toes.:: Plus I could probably go for some clothes.
[4/18/2012 9:25:04 PM] Langy: :: Halls hakes his head. :: “Hell, I could hypnotize you if you think that’ll help you sort your mind. It can help my patients a bit.”
[4/18/2012 9:26:11 PM] Steve Hynd: Breakfast? Shoot, it’s lunchtime, Billy! let’s all go up to the farmhouse and see what my other girl has cookin’
[4/18/2012 9:27:11 PM] Steve Hynd: The rest o’ ya – leave of’n the boy. If it’s there, it’ll come in its own dang time. No point in prodding him like Greys with an abductee.
[4/18/2012 9:28:22 PM | Edited 9:29:11 PM] Chris: ::Mort nods to the prattling humans:: “I need to seek out another of my kind, the Macha Cirlce will need many eyes and more swords to defend them – but I think only they may be able to draw our this beast to be butchered” ::After a few steps Mort turns and bows slightly then continues towards the town::
[4/18/2012 9:30:39 PM] Billy Lee: Thank you Leroy. I do prefer to not be the subject of most probbing. Lunch then? We should discuss our next course of action. ::spits into his hands and starts wiping them with his bandana::
[4/18/2012 9:32:20 PM] Steve Hynd: Sure the big and gloomy will be OK on his own?
[4/18/2012 9:32:41 PM] Langy: “I don’t think we should dawdle. At this junction, we should move fast, or foget about moving at all. We are in the end-times of this Town, and don’t forget it.”
[4/18/2012 9:33:35 PM] Steve Hynd: End Times? In that case lemme collect my daughter and we’ll head for Town too. Lunch can come with.
[4/18/2012 9:34:04 PM] Steve Hynd: ::Leroy wheezes back up the trail towards the farm::
[4/18/2012 9:34:51 PM] Billy Lee: sounds good. ::pulls a pack of smokes out and pulls out a cigarette as he walks::
[4/18/2012 9:35:12 PM] Langy: :: Hall pulls a smoke out himself. :: “Christ, this isn’t going to go well.”
[4/18/2012 9:35:31 PM] Billy Lee: ::nods:: Nope.
[4/18/2012 9:36:23 PM] Steve Hynd: ::Over the Town, you can see the Mists swirling up into storm clouds.::
[4/18/2012 9:36:26 PM] Fiona Longham: ::Fiona stretches and pops her neck:: “In my line of work, that’s good luck.”
[4/18/2012 9:37:29 PM] Langy: “For some reason, I usually expect something a little different for ‘good’ luck than clouds like that.”
[4/18/2012 9:39:17 PM] Fiona Longham: “Well, I meant what you just said has been the prelude to some of the Chamber’s best works yet. I just hope that this counts too.”
[4/18/2012 9:40:06 PM] Langy: “Well, we’ll see. I think those ‘best works’ typically included more than one active Chamber member.”
[4/18/2012 9:41:21 PM | Edited 9:41:34 PM] Fiona Longham: “At least one chamber member and a handful of initiates on two memorable occasions.”
[4/18/2012 9:41:46 PM] Fiona Longham: “I was there for the last one.”
[4/18/2012 9:42:32 PM] Steve Hynd: ::fade::
[4/18/2012 9:44:43 PM] Steve Hynd: ::As you top the rise into Town, you see that the mists have spiralled up into the form you saw from afar earlier. Looking down, you see a formless lump of white and silver where the Merchman House should be. Staring in puzzlement, it’s Leroy who speaks up first, yelling from his truck:: Holy…that looks just like a giant tantantula nest!
[4/18/2012 9:46:10 PM] Fiona Longham: ::Fiona gulps:: “Yes, it does Leroy.” ::Is all that she could manage, as her thoughts raced.::
[4/18/2012 9:47:19 PM] Langy: :: Hall frowns as the crest the hill. :: “It certainly doesn’t look inviting.” :: He turns to the others. :: “I think it may be time to crash a party.”
[4/18/2012 9:48:04 PM] Fiona Longham: “Now or death, gentlemen. I’m not a fan of the death idea.”
[4/18/2012 9:49:12 PM] Steve Hynd: ((Everybody make a Will-2 save!))
[4/18/2012 9:49:27 PM] Fiona Longham: //3d6
[4/18/2012 9:49:28 PM] Langy: greaterseraph rolled 3d 6; result:
3, 5, 2
[4/18/2012 9:49:30 PM] Billy Lee: ::pats the revolver in his pocket comfortingly::I’m ready always. Death is just another door we’ll all pass through.
[4/18/2012 9:49:40 PM] Fiona Longham: ((Pass))
[4/18/2012 9:49:44 PM] Langy: Will-15 (-2=13)
[4/18/2012 9:49:46 PM] Langy: //3d6
[4/18/2012 9:49:50 PM] Langy: langymd rolled 3d 6; result:
2, 4, 4
[4/18/2012 9:50:08 PM] Billy Lee: ((Will 16 (-2=14)))
[4/18/2012 9:50:13 PM] Billy Lee: //3d6
[4/18/2012 9:50:29 PM] Chris: will-14 (-2+3 = 15)
[4/18/2012 9:50:31 PM] Chris: //3d6
[4/18/2012 9:52:42 PM] Langy: quietlyscheming rolled 3d 6; result:
3, 5, 4
[4/18/2012 9:52:42 PM] Langy: christopher.a.rose rolled 3d 6; result:
5, 3, 6
[4/18/2012 9:53:23 PM] Steve Hynd: ::Leroy’s elder daughter, Antonia, who was with him, gets down from the truck and begins to walk downslope in jerky movements, almost like a puppet — until Leroy tackles her from behind and bears her to the ground::
[4/18/2012 9:54:52 PM] Steve Hynd: ::Mort too begins to walk, jerkily, towards the Town::
[4/18/2012 9:55:18 PM] Billy Lee: Shit.
[4/18/2012 9:55:22 PM] Langy: :: Hall grabs Mort by the shoulder.:: “Hold it!”
[4/18/2012 9:55:49 PM] Langy: :: As he holds Mort, he tries to detect any psychic influence upon him. ::
[4/18/2012 9:55:52 PM] Langy: Psi Sense-15
[4/18/2012 9:55:52 PM] Langy: //3d6
[4/18/2012 9:55:55 PM] Langy: langymd rolled 3d 6; result:
3, 2, 6
[4/18/2012 9:56:08 PM] Steve Hynd: ((it’s not a psychic force))
[4/18/2012 9:56:47 PM] Steve Hynd: ::Mort keeps moving, ignoring Orson::
[4/18/2012 9:57:16 PM] Fiona Longham: ::Fiona looks her over for Mythos magic signs::
[4/18/2012 9:57:54 PM | Edited 9:58:05 PM] Billy Lee: Damn it, I can try to drop him I guess – anyone else have a better idea?
[4/18/2012 9:58:33 PM] Langy: :: Hall shakes his head sadly, then pulls out his stun gun. ::
[4/18/2012 9:58:41 PM] Fiona Longham: ((Spirit Lore-14))
[4/18/2012 9:58:44 PM] Fiona Longham: //3d6
[4/18/2012 9:58:50 PM] Langy: :: He brings it up to Mort’s neck, and presses the trigger. ::
[4/18/2012 9:59:02 PM] Langy: greaterseraph rolled 3d 6; result:
6, 6, 2
[4/18/2012 9:59:46 PM] Steve Hynd: ((Fiona has seen this look, these movements, before – dealing with a Voudoun cult in New Orleans before she came to Town))
[4/18/2012 10:01:07 PM] Fiona Longham: ::Fiona raises her hands and prepares a cleansing::
[4/18/2012 10:01:22 PM] Fiona Longham: //d6
[4/18/2012 10:02:28 PM] Langy: greaterseraph rolled 1d 6; result:
[4/18/2012 10:02:41 PM] Steve Hynd: ::there’s aflash as the stun gun discharges – but Mort completely ignores the shock::
[4/18/2012 10:03:21 PM] Langy: :: Hall continues holding the stun gun down upon Mort’s flesh. ::
[4/18/2012 10:03:40 PM] Billy Lee: Shit! ::Billy rushes forward and coughs up a small cloud of green smoke into Morts face::
[4/18/2012 10:04:01 PM] Fiona Longham: ((Dropped to one second))
[4/18/2012 10:04:10 PM] Fiona Longham: (Cleansing-13)
[4/18/2012 10:04:12 PM] Fiona Longham: //3d6
[4/18/2012 10:04:19 PM] Langy: greaterseraph rolled 3d 6; result:
3, 4, 2
[4/18/2012 10:05:23 PM] Billy Lee: ((Luck!))
[4/18/2012 10:07:08 PM] Steve Hynd: ::jerkily, Mort walks through the green cloud and onwards::
[4/18/2012 10:07:36 PM] Fiona Longham: ((Cleansing-13))
[4/18/2012 10:07:42 PM] Fiona Longham: //d6
[4/18/2012 10:07:46 PM] Fiona Longham: //3d6
[4/18/2012 10:07:56 PM] Steve Hynd: ::Antonia shakes her head and looks up:: Ooof! Dad, get off me!
[4/18/2012 10:08:24 PM] Langy: greaterseraph rolled 1d 6; result:
[4/18/2012 10:08:24 PM] Langy: greaterseraph rolled 3d 6; result:
6, 2, 5
[4/18/2012 10:08:52 PM] Steve Hynd: ::a second later, Mort stops in his tracks and looks around, bewildered::
[4/18/2012 10:08:59 PM | Removed 10:09:14 PM] Mort: This message has been removed.
[4/18/2012 10:09:40 PM] Langy: :: As Mort comes out of his stupor, Hall de-presses the button on his stun gun, taking it away from Mort’s ‘neck’. ::
[4/18/2012 10:09:49 PM] Langy: “You okay? You zombied out there for a moment.”
[4/18/2012 10:09:59 PM] Mort: ::Takes a step back from the green cloud:: “Whats going on?”
[4/18/2012 10:10:40 PM] Fiona Longham: “Now, what are we going to do about the Evil Face in the Sky? I can try a Banishing, but I don’t know if this thing can be banished.”
[4/18/2012 10:10:44 PM] Langy: “Or a puppet. Fucking Merschmans. Muriel’s moving you around like dolls.”
[4/18/2012 10:10:59 PM] Billy Lee: Sorry about that buddy. I didn’t know what else to do and I sure as hell wasn’t going to try to physically restrain you.
[4/18/2012 10:11:40 PM | Edited 10:11:50 PM] Mort: “I appreciate it Billy ::Mort places a heavy hand warmly on Billy’s shoulder:: truly.”
[4/18/2012 10:12:38 PM] Mort: “So the Merschmans have relocated ::Mort stares at the silver nest:: or they’re in there?”
[4/18/2012 10:13:21 PM] Langy: :: Hall frowns. :: “I’m not sure. She was at a big table. Perhaps there, perhaps elsewhere.”
[4/18/2012 10:14:19 PM] Steve Hynd: ::Leroy:: Dolls? So it’s like that is it?
[4/18/2012 10:15:02 PM] Fiona Longham: “If this is Voodoun magic, then she could very well have dolls of any number of us.”
[4/18/2012 10:15:07 PM] Steve Hynd: ::he goes to his truck and pulls out a canvas bag from which he takes an earthenware pot, some sage and a woman’s lipstick::
[4/18/2012 10:15:09 PM] Mort: “Do you think the Macha were affected by the spell?::Concern drips from Mort’s words:: They were headed back this way as well?”
[4/18/2012 10:15:54 PM] Langy: “Perhaps, though they have their own magics.”
[4/18/2012 10:17:03 PM] Steve Hynd: ::Leroy lights the tinder in the pot and waves the sage over it before dropping it in, chanting all the time in a ululating song. Then he rises and carefully inscribes a stick figure with a bow on each of your foreheads:: This is a ward against that kind of possession magic. You’re safe from her now.
[4/18/2012 10:17:48 PM] Steve Hynd: ::He comes to Mort and stops:: Oh. I’m sorry, big guy. I don’t know how to work this with you.
[4/18/2012 10:18:56 PM | Edited 10:20:10 PM] Mort: “No harm, it is a human magic developed without my anatomy in consideration. I do not hold it against you or the magicks originator ::Mort turns to the others:: just keep an eye on me.”
[4/18/2012 10:19:33 PM] Fiona Longham: ::Fiona smirks:: “I can do that spell all day, friend.”
[4/18/2012 10:24:04 PM | Edited 10:24:28 PM] Mort: “Should we climb into the Maw then, or is there a way to test it for hospitable exploration. I would hate to see us step into its confines only to feed the godlings hunger for our trouble.”
[4/18/2012 10:24:43 PM | Edited 10:25:00 PM] Steve Hynd: :Leroy:: I reckon there’s no way to tell ferrsure from up here.
[4/18/2012 10:25:00 PM] Langy: :: Hall frowns, then shrugs. :: “I… may have a way. But it may not exactly be safe.”
[4/18/2012 10:25:21 PM] Langy: “Well, for me.”
[4/18/2012 10:25:51 PM | Edited 10:26:01 PM] Mort: “Well, I’m the hardest to swallow – so I’ll take point. If things look bad, try to get out and avenge me. I might even dig myself out.”
[4/18/2012 10:26:05 PM] Langy: “When I, well, killed myself, I was able to move about the Town as a shade. I think I can do the same now. My body should be safe, but my soul…”
[4/18/2012 10:26:43 PM] Mort: “Humm. I wish I could extend some protection to your soul, but I can only pass it on to one who can…and there is no getting it back then”
[4/18/2012 10:30:50 PM | Edited 10:31:20 PM] Mort: “I believe the beast rests in the bowls of that infernal crib – I for one see it as the path before us. If you wish I can scout it for safety before we enter in mass…but I worry about my mind. A troublesome bit of business.”
[4/18/2012 10:31:38 PM] Fiona Longham: “Then I will go with you.”
[4/18/2012 10:32:02 PM] Langy: :: Hall finally nods. :: “If you travel forth, I will as well, be it in physical or spiritual form. As a shade, I doubt any physical obstructions will be a problem, and I should be able to handle most attacks to the mind as well.”
[4/18/2012 10:32:05 PM] Fiona Longham: “We can load up on some ritual protection and head on down there.”
[4/18/2012 10:32:59 PM] Mort: “Prudence is probably for the best, and I should like to leave a letter for my life should this be my end.”
[4/18/2012 10:33:15 PM] Billy Lee: “I don’t like the idea of spliting. We’re powerful together and they have underestimated us. I’ll go along however I can.”
[4/18/2012 10:34:48 PM] Fiona Longham: " I have a similar request. If I am to die, I would like the field report that I have prepared, along with my equipment, and, if you can swing it, my remains taken back to the Chamber."
[4/18/2012 10:35:50 PM] Steve Hynd: ::Leroy:: What a morbid buncha bastards y’all are, Let’s go kick some cultist ass! ::he heads for his truck::