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Ar Strae

Wandering, #14

April 13, 2012 22:00

The Crossing

“Mr Conor, we there yet?” a small voice pipped up from behind him.

Conor smiled at the humor… ah stereotypes. Children are so wonderfully pure. "Not yet boyo we’ve a bit further yet. I’ve had te step aroun’ a few places that wouldn’t be pleasant fer either yourself or Ms. Juno here. We’ll be there by an’ by."

Conor stood at the edge of a great chasm that smelled of old musty clothes, dust, and rotten pizza. It was dark within the chasm and nothing moved save the wind. To pass through this area would save a tremendous amount of time, time passed favorably within… however the owner, if awake, could possibly make the trip fairly unpleasant for Jake… but really, how much worse could his nightmares be after all this?

“Jake, Ms Juno needs us to move quickly and we need to cross this chasm to save time. But it’s the home of a creature.” Conor looked down at the woman he’d been holding in his arms for … he couldn’t remember how long now. She was still asleep, thanks be to God.

“You mean … like a monster?” Jake looked up at Conor with his big eyes.

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Down, down to Goblintown

Game 14

April 13, 2012 21:45
Within half an hour of the death of the Warlock, the group heads off to pursue Kaely through the Nevernever. Conor takes Jamie’s son Jake and Juno in a different direction; to get medical attention for one, and to get the other home.

Though direction means very, very little in the Nevernever, the heroes head “north” into a realm that grows steadily darker and colder as they travel. Eventually, the trail and path end in a wild and dangerous forest of pale white trees in winter’s twilight. Across the foggy path appears a dark rider on a black horse – he’s enormous (as is the horse). The rider wears 18th century clothing, but nothing of his face can be seen due to the shadows and his wide brimmed hat. The horse’s breath steams in the cool air and its eyes glow a menacing red.

“Was wollt ihr wissen?”

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Calm as Whitewater

#13

April 13, 2012 21:40
“Love you Ren – move back please, must Magic now.”

I watch quietly as Erica goes through the motions of her ritual, closing her rope circle and starting her metronome. As she starts singing in Latin, I can feel the song pulsing through my body and start swaying with it as if in a trance. It feels good to relax a little…

Is something wrong with me that I’m relaxing to someone casting a curse?

Stop it! You can’t think that way – the only way to survive is to keep your image up.

Right – nothing affects me – I just go with the flow.

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Opening My Eye

#13

April 13, 2012 21:38
My vision narrowed down to the mangled remains of the young woman’s legs before me as I fought to accurately pronounce the Latin incantation. Say what you want about the Catholics, but they apparently did write the religious playbook on the supernatural. As I began to recite the prayer again, my hands began to glow, and I felt the power pouring out of me into the young woman’s wounds. My vision continued to darken as more and more power escaped me, and I realized that I wasn’t quite prepared enough for the undertaking.

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High Lonesome

#13

April 13, 2012 21:37
Elena lifts her hand and brushes the sweat off her forehead, looking down at the grisly scene in the dilapidated, awful shack deep in the bayou. She hears Ren and Erica talking quietly in the background, and Jamie is off somewhere comforting his son. Here in the badly run-down fishing cabin, Conor is standing guard as Matthew holds Juno’s hand in one of his, his other gently brushing the blood drenched hair away from her face. Elena can hear him quietly invoking the Almighty.

Juno has finally passed out, but the tourniquets on her legs seem to be doing their job – hopefully. Elena stares at Juno, struck by a thought. What happens to me if I’m disarmed? she wonders. I’d be basically just as vulnerable as Juno and her friends. Her black eyes narrow and her lips thin to a determined line. “That isn’t gonna happen,” she mutters under her breath. “I’ll make sure it doesn’t.”

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I'm Gonna Get'cha

#13

April 13, 2012 21:35
Everything happened so fast. We were in Dallas, in a car with a weeping woman, then we were in the NeverNever. Conor must have hopped us easily half a dozen times before we got to the Marsh. One jump involved a minor crawdad spirit demesne, which is a really nice way of saying I crawled for 5 seconds through a small plane of existence made up entirely of creeping crawling crawdads. I’m never sleeping again.

Conor lead the way in that sexy “I may be an an honest-to-God X-men Hero” kind of style. I don’t think I’ve ever heard him this… determined… before. This was the Wardsman‘s show, though, but I’m not sure he even realized some of us were there. Someone stole his son, and so we went to “do something about it”. Focus and Intensity has an almost tangible quality on Wizards, and I could feel the temperature drop a few degrees every time we jumped as he slowly gathered his Power.

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Mise Mé Féin

I Am Myself, #13

April 13, 2012 21:31
Bayou shack Conor stood off to the side and watched as the rest of his group tended to various matters in the wake of the chaos. Though he was uncertain of the route they’d take, he was confident that they’d be heading out to intercept the Goblin who had kidnapped the daughter of Jaime’s secretary, Alice. The Warlock Eric McCulloch was beheaded. Amidst the wreckage surrounding a dilapidated old shack in the middle of a bayou, Jake Harper was clutching his father tight… job done insofar as that was concerned.

He was; however, less pleased with the collateral damage of the “McCulloch gang.”

Iris was beautiful; as were all of Miranda‘s chorus. Through his “ex” Alex Kross, Conor had come to know the Dallas / Oak Lawn “arts” community and especially those of the theater set. Miranda and her friends were excellent actresses and; though a bit aloof for Conor’s tastes, friendly enough to those of their acquaintance. Iris was a minor-talent with divination in the Greek Oracle way. She had always seemed so alive and eccentric, with her spectacularly dyed purple hair, emerald green eyes, and full red lips. Now she was so much gnawed, bloody bones and viscera.

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Reunion

#13

April 13, 2012 21:30
Jamie walked over the crest of the hill and hurried towards his son. Most everyone else was inside looking at what Jamie thought would most likely be a very gruesome scene, but that did not matter right now. The tunnel vision was still there and only his son mattered right now. As he approached, Matthew and Ren took the hint that this was a private moment and faded into the background.

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Tornado Warning

#13

April 13, 2012 17:08
Belle Starr stood outside a run down old white house built sometime in the 1960s. She was under a tiny overhang of the roof that, during rainstorms, would shelter the front door. She knew it was sometime after noon, but as she carried no watch or cell phone herself she couldn’t be precisely sure. She was waiting for one more.

A few minutes ago, what she half-jokingly referred to as a “Tornado Warning,” went through the relay system. Ghouls, nasty fanged, clawed, and savage creatures of the Nevernever, had attacked members of the Dallas supernatural community. Pia Degaldo, a member of The Confederacy who lived in the area, had witnessed it. Like many Minor Talents here in the Metroplex, she had some Ritual ability that she had picked up from who knows where. Also like many Latinos of once Catholic persuasion… she half wondered if the source of her power was divine or demonic… and had a lot of guilt about it. Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live.

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Outlaw

Game 13

April 13, 2012 17:00
Our adventure opens up at high noon on Friday the 13th, 2012. Events happen in two different parts of the Metroplex simultaneously.

Ross Avenue, Dallas
Conor and Elena are at Jorge’s Autos on Ross Avenue in Dallas to help Conor buy his first car. Suddenly, Miranda steps out of the Nevernever, looks directly at Elena and says “I’m so sorry Elena, I had no choice!” Her face is streaked with tears and she slumps to her knees as Ghouls come bursting forth – directly at Elena!

Elena’s first instinct is to shove Jorge into the little blue Ford Fiesta Conor was looking at and yell at him to stay in there!

Even Elena’s ability to avoid getting hit is stretched to the limit as four of the monsters try and carve themselves a steak from her hide. She leaps behind a Toyota Corolla to avoid the first, ducks under the swing of a Ghoul that had lept onto the car’s hood, and rolled beneath the talons of another that was standing on the roof. She tries to roll under the vehicle to avoid another, but it guesses correctly and slashes Elena as she scrabbles beneath the car.

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