At the Edge of All Things

Rough Night

Rough Night

The crowbar lands with enough force that BJ feels two ribs crack. Enough force to send him flying, even with his forces armor up to dampen the blow. Retaining enough sense to roll as he lands, he comes up gun in hand. Five shots ring out before the slide locks into the empty position. The five bullets having as much impact as the first twelve. The next crowbar swing comes down faster then the first but BJ avoids it. Ducking under it and sprinting to the other side of the room.

Skyboxes and scissors.

Skyboxes and Scissors.

The gavel bangs once. “Welcome to the eighth meeting of the one hundred and twenty-second year of the Consilium of the City of Vancouver, British Columbia. Perhaps now more than ever, we seek the guidance of the Oracles in the light of their Watchtowers.” Rattenbury’s face is somber.
“Some of you have already heard the news. Others have heard distorted hearsay and rumor. Allow me to clarify. The Awakened of Seattle are dead. It happened just over a week ago, apparently in a single instant. Pentacle and Seer, one and all, aside from those lucky enough to be outside the city.”

Hair Curlers and Skyboxes

Hair Curlers and Skyboxes

It is a Saturday afternoon in early August. The Consilium meeting begins at sundown, which is in two hours or so. The five of you are at the Sanctum, getting ready.

Blackjack comes out of the basement carrying a large object wrapped in black velvet. “Nodens can you summon the other cabal members please?”

The spirit appears and bows once. Each of you, whatever you’re doing, it finds you and delivers BJ’s invitation. What ARE people doing, btw?

Is that why you asked me over?

Is that why you asked me over?

Aurelia arrives at the address. It’s an utterly unremarkable apartment complex. Not particularly lavish or run-down. Just decently-maintained.

After getting beeped in the entry, there’s a stairway leading up to #7. Elithora opens the door looking, well, essentially the opposite of her usual appearance. She’s wearing very faded pink sweatpants, canary yellow socks with white toes and heels, and a somewhat too-large t-shirt with a print of a Far Side cartoon faded almost beyond recognition. She has her hair pushed back out of her eyes with two metal barrettes which are not really even.

Aurelia blinks in nonrecognition.

Not While I'm Around

Not While I’m Around

Nothing’s gonna harm you, not while I’m around.
Nothing’s gonna harm you, no sir, not while I’m around.

Demons are prowling everywhere, nowadays,
I’ll send ’em howling,
I don’t care, I got ways.

No one’s gonna hurt you,
No one’s gonna dare.
Others can desert you,
Not to worry, whistle, I’ll be there.

It’s the Thursday before the Consilium. Forge is at his studio. He lets BJ in, wiping grease off his hands with a blue paper towel as he does so. “Sup?”

“I am here to see if the rings have been completed.” Unwrapping 8 units of Tass from his hallow. Doesn’t remove his jacket, simply endures the heat. Forge nods.

Mor 45.a.1 p.37: A New Interpretation

A New Interpretation

The Mysterium scholars have a lecture room in BCU. It is unremarkable in every way: rows of desks and a succession of Mysterium mages speaking in front of images projected up on a pull-down screen behind them.

Elithora takes her place in front of the room filled with a mix of her superiors, compatriots, and undercaffeinated Mysterium researchers.

Blackjack and Sinon Scene

Blackjack is waiting outside a local food truck near the University, he has requested a conversation with Sinon.

Sinon arrives riding a fixed-gear bicycle.  He’s in a red t-shirt, shorts and has a messenger bag strapped across his back.

Session 24

Last time the caba; drove off the remainder of the Praetorian Guard Security force and broke into the vault of the Seattle Mysterium. There, they encountered a strangely-acting man who had gotten there before you – dark-skinned and with an odd accent, he seemed lost and confused, looking for something he couldn’t quite describe or articulate. Elithora cast her vision back to the moment of the…whatever it was that happened…and saw the lights in the Athenaeum flicker and go off, then this man appear in a scorch mark on the floor. He got up, confident and assured, and began searching the room.
Then, as she watched, he met her gaze through time somehow and hit her with a psychic blast powerful enough to nearly kill her. As she fell to the floor, the man (back in real time) smiled to himself. “Of course. Rattenbury has it.” and vanished.

Session 22

You guys met Goldman for (for most of you) the first time, and she told you about the disaster that has befallen Seattle – every mage in the city’s borders dropped dead less than a week ago, apparently all at the same time, and nobody knows why. After debating what to do, you guys set out to recover their Athenaeum – but upon reaching the border, you learned that the Seers also have designs on it – and the race is on!

Session 21

So! It has been one week since the Searchers made their play against the vampires of Vancouver and Sinon received the Antikythera Mask and its mechanism. What have you all been doing in the interim?

Elithora has been making headway in the backyard: Yanking weeds, attempting to tame the foliage, looking up different pots for plants.

Aurelia has been trying to fix the Hollow One, whom she has named Sabrina. She has managed to get her to clean up around the house.

Sinon made sure that the other members of the cabal got their ‘thank you’ gifts. Blackjack received a copy of /Commentaries on the Gallic War: Annotated by Aetas, Master of Time, Acanthus of the Adamantine Arrow/. Aurelia got a tablet mocked up as a poke-dex loaded with /Tobin’s Spirit Guide/. While Elithora received a cryptic invitation to the Sanctum on some night in the near future. Other than that, the Guardian has been busy networking—building up a new cell-based conspiracy of government workers, doctors, etc. Primarily sleepers, but sleepwalkers or mages if he finds ones amenable.



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