The foggy mists of England are a far cry for the three of you, yet, in times of necessity, many are often driven from their comfortable habitats. To find yourselves in one of the offices of the Clocktower, the world’s most prominent mage college and the headquarters of the well-established Mage’s Association, is certainly not something that you had expected to occur, and yet, here you are. Flanked on all sides by complete strangers, the three of you sit in deafening silence as you wait for your host to arrive. Frankly, it's an uncomfortable experience.
Imani, you think back to but a few days ago when... shall we say extenuating circumstances forced your hand on this matter. In what seems like a whirlwind, you found yourself aboard a plane set for the UK and now... here you are, with two complete strangers.
Oscar, you feel the most comfortable of this little menagerie. After all, you are one of the Clocktower’s finest young minds when it comes to Modern Magecraft Theories, and you would argue that you have a sufficient knack for it. Yet... this attention seems a bit much. To be honest, you didn’t even know this office space existed. I mean, you did because you “borrowed” the floor plans for this place on your third week here, but you didn’t know what it was for. This is certainly a new experience.
Sarai, you likely know the most of what’s happening here. As a, albeit low ranking, representative of the Magical Foundation of the Middle East, the concept of the western Mage’s Association trudging all throughout your territory as they please in this war is an uncomfortable position to say the least. A Holy Grail War getting out of hand could result in the lost lives of countless innocents, or worse. Naturally, your superiors have sent you as an ambassador of peace and neutrality, as well as a careful reminder of the delicate balance that these two organizations share. However, there is one thing that nags you, why are you in the room with two human(?) teenagers...
The room itself is exceptionally tidy with numerous items lining various shelves along the walls. There seem to be some ornate blades, a few jars of conspicuous liquid, various clockwork pieces, and what seems to be a fine plaque upon the desk that reads, “Lord Isaac Paristone Avmarie.” Other than that, the curtains in front of the window that you now sit next to are drawn firmly shut.
It would seem you have a moment to yourselves before this “Isaac” arrives. Why not describe what you look like?
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DM - Elustran Days ~ Fate/False Revelation
Rex'aliha - Hoard of the Dragon Queen ~ Mozu of Worms- The Stormpoint Mountains ~ Muireach Maon- Shepherd’s Crossing ~ Crownsguard - Storm King’s Thunder ~ Gunnar Wayland -Boats, Rocks, and Ruffians ~ POUF!- Ex-Ravens ~ Pascal LaRoux - Long Road Dragon Heist
The young (but adult) woman introduced herself as Sarai Passerida. She is really short (just 5 feet tall), and clearly middle eastern, with dark brown curly hair and dark skin. She is dressed like you would expect of someone visiting London, dark pants, a button-up blouse, a long coat, practical shoes. She came with a long bag and a small rucksack that look out of place with her clothes, they seem much more utilitarian. The long bag surely has... an umbrella in it?
OOC > Oscar has a frighteningly high Passive Perception, so he clearly knows she is packing heat under her coat, and the bag has a long gun in it. Also, it's not really a secret.
She speaks mostly when spoken to, and has several nervous habits, like she can't quite sit still. Right now she is drumming her fingers on the table, looking out the window somewhat longingly. Her accent is that middle-eastern raised-British sort of international melange.
"How much longer?" she asks (of nobody if it is just the three of us).
Imani Jones is as still and quiet as Sarai is restless. She has been standing in front of the shelves (and apart from the others) for the past ten minutes, silently studying each curiosity in turn. She cocks an ear toward Sarai when she speaks, then returns to her thoughts without replying. How would she know how long this would take?
She's nineteen, but she carries herself with the confidence of an executive. The upturned collar of her red patent leather jacket reaches her cheeks and her black leather boots reach her knees. She's tall, strong- she's attending the University of Chicago on a track scholarship, after all- and the countless hours spent pouring over her pre-law coursework haven't dampened her natural magnetism.
She cocks an ear again, this time in response to a subtle whispering beyond the edge of hearing. This is an old, old building in an old, old city... The energy in London doesn't burn as brightly as Chicago, but it is wide, deep, and powerful. She could feel The City and the Clocktower in this room, every bit as present as the other people here.
She suppresses a shudder. She still doesn't fully understand what is happening to her, and she doesn't like it.
Oscar tries hard to focus on the game he is playing on his cell phone, but he can't help but notice his proximity to not one but two girls. He fidgets more than usual and is a bit sweaty due to these unusual circumstances.
He is short and heavy set with an acne ridden, fair skinned face. The legs of his skinny jeans are tucked into his high top shoes and a black hoodie struggles to cover his doughy frame. A beenie loosely rests atop his head. Beneath the hoodie is a graphic tee with 01001001 01101110 01110100 01100101 01101100 01101100 01100101 01100011 01110100 01110101 01100001 01101100 00100000 01100010 01100001 01100100 01100001 01110011 01110011 on the front. He looks around the room for anything interesting, especially cameras and any electronic interfaces.
After studying the room, Oz reaches into a pocket and produces a pack of gum. After grabbing a stick, he unwraps it and pops it in his mouth, chewing loudly. He then takes his ear buds out and pockets his cell and leans over to Sarai and offers her a piece of gum. Still smacking loudly, he says, "Hey." and does a quick upthrust of his two chins.
As Oscar extends an offer, the door to the room opens. The three of you turn to see a man standing in the doorway. Before you is a fair-skinned man who seems well into his fifties wearing dark green blazer and circular red sunglasses. Beneath his glasses, two long scars carve downward from just above his brow and tightly kept salt and pepper hair. He seems quite taciturn as he walks by you all, swiping the gum from Oz’s hand, tucking it into a pocket, and sitting at his desk, “Be seated, and please,” He looks to Imani at the shelves, “Do not touch that. It is coagulated hydra venom, very costly, equally excruciating.” He sounds vaguely Irish, but the accent has largely died out, likely from living at the Clocktower an extended time. Assuming you take your seats, the gentlemen will continue, “Good evening. My name is Lord Isaac Paristone Avmarie, head of the Spiritual Evocation department. Before you concern yourself with questions as to why you have been summoned into my quarters, allow me to state the matter plainly. You all are connected to a ritual which will be occurring in one month’s time: The Holy Grail War. A ritual wherein you have been elected to summon a spiritual entity from the Throne of Heroes into mortal combat against the other contestants during this war. That is why you are here. If you have any pertinent questions regarding this, now is the time to voice them.”
Isaac leans his gaze a bit to peer better at you through his glasses and stares through you for a moment. You can’t help but swallow hard for a split second before he continues, “In the common sense, no. This is not the legendary reliquary that held the blood of Christ. It is simply the current manifestation of a ritual which has existed since before the real Holy Grail was even created. What it is, however, is a concentration of raw magical energy compressed to the point of omnipotence. In other words, it is a device capable of creating a true wish, a miracle in every sense of the word.”
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DM - Elustran Days ~ Fate/False Revelation
Rex'aliha - Hoard of the Dragon Queen ~ Mozu of Worms- The Stormpoint Mountains ~ Muireach Maon- Shepherd’s Crossing ~ Crownsguard - Storm King’s Thunder ~ Gunnar Wayland -Boats, Rocks, and Ruffians ~ POUF!- Ex-Ravens ~ Pascal LaRoux - Long Road Dragon Heist
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Imani continues to eye the glass canister near her face as Isaac and the kid have their talk. She finally swivels her head toward the Lord. "Hydra. Venom." she deadpans.
She turns and sizes up Lord Avmarie (Perception:14). She arches an eyebrow as she says, "I have a question. How did you manage to submit an application for a US passport under my name? I sure as hell did not, but it was hand-delivered to my apartment alongside airfare to London and a big pile of ZERO information." She sits on the arm of the chair nearest Isaac and leans forward, her hands steepled. Not threateningly; she's not mad, precisely...
"I don't know how you do it here, but that's called identity fraud where I come from. Oh, and speaking of fraud: Given the nonsense you just described, this would constitute 'hiring under false pretenses'." She crosses her arms. "Now tell me why you brought me here. And no bulls---t this time."
Imani, as you look over this man, you realize something intensely frightening, two things actually. 1) Is that this man seems completely serious in talking about magic and what not. 2) Is that these people, this guy and girl, seem completely nonplused by the fact that this man is saying magic is a thing. You carefully look the man over, who responds amidst your confusion, “I assure you, Ms. Jones, I played no such part in the matter. From what I was informed, your father was intended to be a candidate to become a master. Yet, it would seem with his unfortunate passing, the grail has elected you. You have my condolences, for what they are worth.”
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DM - Elustran Days ~ Fate/False Revelation
Rex'aliha - Hoard of the Dragon Queen ~ Mozu of Worms- The Stormpoint Mountains ~ Muireach Maon- Shepherd’s Crossing ~ Crownsguard - Storm King’s Thunder ~ Gunnar Wayland -Boats, Rocks, and Ruffians ~ POUF!- Ex-Ravens ~ Pascal LaRoux - Long Road Dragon Heist
'Ms. Jones' is taken aback. She waves her hand, vaguely brushing aside the man's (seemingly genuine) condolences. "It's Imani... Just Imani..." she says.
She settles onto the seat of the chair and asks, "Could I trouble you for a glass of water, Mr. Avmarie?"
Isaac reaches beneath his desk and pulls out one of those tiny plastic bottles of water, “Here you are. Now, as it stands, you are the most recent masters elected for this war. Most others have been preparing for the past four years after summoning their servants. You are, quite literally, last minute additions for the war. It is for this reason, that the Mage’s Association has taken interest in two teenagers.” He says that last word slowly, as if to accentuate how odd the scenario really is in the grand scheme of things, “We would like for you to represent our interests.”
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DM - Elustran Days ~ Fate/False Revelation
Rex'aliha - Hoard of the Dragon Queen ~ Mozu of Worms- The Stormpoint Mountains ~ Muireach Maon- Shepherd’s Crossing ~ Crownsguard - Storm King’s Thunder ~ Gunnar Wayland -Boats, Rocks, and Ruffians ~ POUF!- Ex-Ravens ~ Pascal LaRoux - Long Road Dragon Heist
Sarai refused the gum when offered, but not unkindly. As Lord Isaac speaks, she goes from fidgety to calm, though her eyes still dart from speaker to speaker. As he ends his pitch to the other two, she speaks up, her not-quite British accent barely hiding irritation.
"And why am I here, Lord Isaac? I was sent to broker protection for my city, but I find myself in a room with children, whom you now say are your chosen Mages? One who it seems until now did not even know magic existed? I think maybe our business is concluded, sir. My city will suffer less with a short War, and your War will be a short one with these as your champions."
She stands up, and makes to leave.
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ey/em/eirs, or they/them works, too (just not he). Role-playing since that keep on those borderlands. Here's my D&D stuff. I love it so.
"Servants, huh?" Oz leans back in his chair and fishes out his cell. Loud noise, presumably what kids call music these days, eminates from his ear buds before he shoves them in his ears. He bobs his head in time with the music and drums softly on his legs. He watches the face of the "Lord Isaac Pasistone Abmarie, head of Pretentious Who Cares", apparently waiting for an answer despite not being able to actually hear it.
Sarai refused the gum when offered, but not unkindly. As Lord Isaac speaks, she goes from fidgety to calm, though her eyes still dart from speaker to speaker. As he ends his pitch to the other two, she speaks up, her not-quite British accent barely hiding irritation.
"And why am I here, Lord Isaac? I was sent to broker protection for my city, but I find myself in a room with children, whom you now say are your chosen Mages? One who it seems until now did not even know magic existed? I think maybe our business is concluded, sir. My city will suffer less with a short War, and your War will be a short one with these as your champions."
She stands up, and makes to leave.
Oz smirks at being underestimated. It isn't the first time that happened and it most likely won't be the last. One of his favorite things to do is prove people wrong.
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Oscar "Oz" Diggs, Human Technomancer Wizard (10)/Rogue (1) - Fate/False Revelation, PbP DM, Kaden Tolgalen
Imani looks up sharply as Sarai moves to leave. This woman knows about all of this stuff- she might have gone through the same... things... that Imani is going through now.
She feels a burning bubble of something expand in her chest, and she speaks before she knows what she's doing. "WAIT," she says in a big voice. She clasps a hand to her mouth and tries to smother her shock. "I mean... Wait. I need to know what's happening here. I don't understand half of what you all are talking about. Are you... Are you all like me?"
Sarai refused the gum when offered, but not unkindly. As Lord Isaac speaks, she goes from fidgety to calm, though her eyes still dart from speaker to speaker. As he ends his pitch to the other two, she speaks up, her not-quite British accent barely hiding irritation.
"And why am I here, Lord Isaac? I was sent to broker protection for my city, but I find myself in a room with children, whom you now say are your chosen Mages? One who it seems until now did not even know magic existed? I think maybe our business is concluded, sir. My city will suffer less with a short War, and your War will be a short one with these as your champions."
She stands up, and makes to leave.
Isaac continues, “I am afraid you do not have much choice in the matter. You see, the other five masters bear no affiliation to us. We have no control over what they may do. I assure you, this war is happening, with or without your approval. What you have before you is a chance to align the interests of the Mage’s Association with the interests of the Magical Foundation. Alone, you would not last but mere moments against a properly summoned servant. Yet, with our resources-“
Imani looks up sharply as Sarai moves to leave. This woman knows about all of this stuff- she might have gone through the same... things... that Imani is going through now.
She feels a burning bubble of something expand in her chest, and she speaks before she knows what she's doing. "WAIT," she says in a big voice. She clasps a hand to her mouth and tries to smother her shock. "I mean... Wait. I need to know what's happening here. I don't understand half of what you all are talking about. Are you... Are you all like me?"
Isaac frowns, “I see. Your father did not mention his true nature as a mage to you? Indeed disappointing. Yes, Ms. Jones,” He still seems stuck on that name, “You are what is called a ‘mage.’ A creature fundamentally different from a human, as am I, as is he,” He gestures to Oscar, “As is everyone in the Clocktower. It is the duty of the Mage’s Association to keep this fact a secret for the safety of the continuation of humanity. You bear mage circuits that run alongside your nervous system and, thus, are able to utilize magecraft. It is this that will also allow you to be a competent master in this war.”
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DM - Elustran Days ~ Fate/False Revelation
Rex'aliha - Hoard of the Dragon Queen ~ Mozu of Worms- The Stormpoint Mountains ~ Muireach Maon- Shepherd’s Crossing ~ Crownsguard - Storm King’s Thunder ~ Gunnar Wayland -Boats, Rocks, and Ruffians ~ POUF!- Ex-Ravens ~ Pascal LaRoux - Long Road Dragon Heist
Sarai pauses, and turns as Lord Isaac speaks, her body language acknowledging his arguments. Then as he answers Imani, she shakes her head. "I am no Mage, nor do I wish to be a Master over any Servant. I do not need to understand what you or he can do," she nods at Oscar, "to know that you are dangerous to us all. You untrained, he unruly. Impertinent Mages have killed as many innocents as ignorant ones."
She rounds on Lord Isaac. "What then? Am I their nanny? Their bodyguard? I cannot school them in their arts, for I have none myself, and I cannot keep them alive if they kill themselves. What would the Association have me do?"
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ey/em/eirs, or they/them works, too (just not he). Role-playing since that keep on those borderlands. Here's my D&D stuff. I love it so.
Isaac steeples his fingers, “As I said, think of them as resources to defend your city. Protect them as you would your gun, or a blade. As for them killing themselves, that is purely on them. We cannot hold you responsible for human stupidity, now can we?”
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DM - Elustran Days ~ Fate/False Revelation
Rex'aliha - Hoard of the Dragon Queen ~ Mozu of Worms- The Stormpoint Mountains ~ Muireach Maon- Shepherd’s Crossing ~ Crownsguard - Storm King’s Thunder ~ Gunnar Wayland -Boats, Rocks, and Ruffians ~ POUF!- Ex-Ravens ~ Pascal LaRoux - Long Road Dragon Heist
"There is little that can prevent humans from being stupid, agreed. Very well, I will use them, if they can be used, to further our ends, your ends, and perhaps their own ends. What say you, humans? Are you ready to fight for a real and true Wish?"
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ey/em/eirs, or they/them works, too (just not he). Role-playing since that keep on those borderlands. Here's my D&D stuff. I love it so.
The foggy mists of England are a far cry for the three of you, yet, in times of necessity, many are often driven from their comfortable habitats. To find yourselves in one of the offices of the Clocktower, the world’s most prominent mage college and the headquarters of the well-established Mage’s Association, is certainly not something that you had expected to occur, and yet, here you are. Flanked on all sides by complete strangers, the three of you sit in deafening silence as you wait for your host to arrive. Frankly, it's an uncomfortable experience.
Imani, you think back to but a few days ago when... shall we say extenuating circumstances forced your hand on this matter. In what seems like a whirlwind, you found yourself aboard a plane set for the UK and now... here you are, with two complete strangers.
Oscar, you feel the most comfortable of this little menagerie. After all, you are one of the Clocktower’s finest young minds when it comes to Modern Magecraft Theories, and you would argue that you have a sufficient knack for it. Yet... this attention seems a bit much. To be honest, you didn’t even know this office space existed. I mean, you did because you “borrowed” the floor plans for this place on your third week here, but you didn’t know what it was for. This is certainly a new experience.
Sarai, you likely know the most of what’s happening here. As a, albeit low ranking, representative of the Magical Foundation of the Middle East, the concept of the western Mage’s Association trudging all throughout your territory as they please in this war is an uncomfortable position to say the least. A Holy Grail War getting out of hand could result in the lost lives of countless innocents, or worse. Naturally, your superiors have sent you as an ambassador of peace and neutrality, as well as a careful reminder of the delicate balance that these two organizations share. However, there is one thing that nags you, why are you in the room with two human(?) teenagers...
The room itself is exceptionally tidy with numerous items lining various shelves along the walls. There seem to be some ornate blades, a few jars of conspicuous liquid, various clockwork pieces, and what seems to be a fine plaque upon the desk that reads, “Lord Isaac Paristone Avmarie.” Other than that, the curtains in front of the window that you now sit next to are drawn firmly shut.
It would seem you have a moment to yourselves before this “Isaac” arrives. Why not describe what you look like?
DM - Elustran Days ~ Fate/False Revelation
Rex'aliha - Hoard of the Dragon Queen ~ Mozu of Worms - The Stormpoint Mountains ~ Muireach Maon - Shepherd’s Crossing ~ Crownsguard - Storm King’s Thunder ~ Gunnar Wayland - Boats, Rocks, and Ruffians ~ POUF! - Ex-Ravens ~ Pascal LaRoux - Long Road Dragon Heist
The young (but adult) woman introduced herself as Sarai Passerida. She is really short (just 5 feet tall), and clearly middle eastern, with dark brown curly hair and dark skin. She is dressed like you would expect of someone visiting London, dark pants, a button-up blouse, a long coat, practical shoes. She came with a long bag and a small rucksack that look out of place with her clothes, they seem much more utilitarian. The long bag surely has... an umbrella in it?
OOC > Oscar has a frighteningly high Passive Perception, so he clearly knows she is packing heat under her coat, and the bag has a long gun in it. Also, it's not really a secret.
She speaks mostly when spoken to, and has several nervous habits, like she can't quite sit still. Right now she is drumming her fingers on the table, looking out the window somewhat longingly. Her accent is that middle-eastern raised-British sort of international melange.
"How much longer?" she asks (of nobody if it is just the three of us).
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ey/em/eirs, or they/them works, too (just not he).
Role-playing since that keep on those borderlands. Here's my D&D stuff. I love it so.
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Imani Jones is as still and quiet as Sarai is restless. She has been standing in front of the shelves (and apart from the others) for the past ten minutes, silently studying each curiosity in turn. She cocks an ear toward Sarai when she speaks, then returns to her thoughts without replying. How would she know how long this would take?
She's nineteen, but she carries herself with the confidence of an executive. The upturned collar of her red patent leather jacket reaches her cheeks and her black leather boots reach her knees. She's tall, strong- she's attending the University of Chicago on a track scholarship, after all- and the countless hours spent pouring over her pre-law coursework haven't dampened her natural magnetism.
She cocks an ear again, this time in response to a subtle whispering beyond the edge of hearing. This is an old, old building in an old, old city... The energy in London doesn't burn as brightly as Chicago, but it is wide, deep, and powerful. She could feel The City and the Clocktower in this room, every bit as present as the other people here.
She suppresses a shudder. She still doesn't fully understand what is happening to her, and she doesn't like it.
Not one bit.
Imani Jones - Lv 11 Warlock of The Living City - Variant Human| Fate/False Revelation
Wick Stumbleduck - Lv 4 Lore Bard - Forest Gnome | Elustran Days
Khurah - Lv 3 Star Druid - Half-orc | Boats, Rocks, and Ruffians
Dale Swanson - User of the Sound of Silence Stand - Jojo's Bizarre Adventure: Sunset Investigations
Ayaci Vikerfjell - Lv 8 Rune Knight | Variant Human | Storm King's Thunder
Oscar tries hard to focus on the game he is playing on his cell phone, but he can't help but notice his proximity to not one but two girls. He fidgets more than usual and is a bit sweaty due to these unusual circumstances.
He is short and heavy set with an acne ridden, fair skinned face. The legs of his skinny jeans are tucked into his high top shoes and a black hoodie struggles to cover his doughy frame. A beenie loosely rests atop his head. Beneath the hoodie is a graphic tee with 01001001 01101110 01110100 01100101 01101100 01101100 01100101 01100011 01110100 01110101 01100001 01101100 00100000 01100010 01100001 01100100 01100001 01110011 01110011 on the front. He looks around the room for anything interesting, especially cameras and any electronic interfaces.
After studying the room, Oz reaches into a pocket and produces a pack of gum. After grabbing a stick, he unwraps it and pops it in his mouth, chewing loudly. He then takes his ear buds out and pockets his cell and leans over to Sarai and offers her a piece of gum. Still smacking loudly, he says, "Hey." and does a quick upthrust of his two chins.
Oscar "Oz" Diggs, Human Technomancer Wizard (10)/Rogue (1) - Fate/False Revelation, PbP
DM, Kaden Tolgalen
As Oscar extends an offer, the door to the room opens. The three of you turn to see a man standing in the doorway. Before you is a fair-skinned man who seems well into his fifties wearing dark green blazer and circular red sunglasses. Beneath his glasses, two long scars carve downward from just above his brow and tightly kept salt and pepper hair. He seems quite taciturn as he walks by you all, swiping the gum from Oz’s hand, tucking it into a pocket, and sitting at his desk, “Be seated, and please,” He looks to Imani at the shelves, “Do not touch that. It is coagulated hydra venom, very costly, equally excruciating.” He sounds vaguely Irish, but the accent has largely died out, likely from living at the Clocktower an extended time. Assuming you take your seats, the gentlemen will continue, “Good evening. My name is Lord Isaac Paristone Avmarie, head of the Spiritual Evocation department. Before you concern yourself with questions as to why you have been summoned into my quarters, allow me to state the matter plainly. You all are connected to a ritual which will be occurring in one month’s time: The Holy Grail War. A ritual wherein you have been elected to summon a spiritual entity from the Throne of Heroes into mortal combat against the other contestants during this war. That is why you are here. If you have any pertinent questions regarding this, now is the time to voice them.”
DM - Elustran Days ~ Fate/False Revelation
Rex'aliha - Hoard of the Dragon Queen ~ Mozu of Worms - The Stormpoint Mountains ~ Muireach Maon - Shepherd’s Crossing ~ Crownsguard - Storm King’s Thunder ~ Gunnar Wayland - Boats, Rocks, and Ruffians ~ POUF! - Ex-Ravens ~ Pascal LaRoux - Long Road Dragon Heist
Oz blows a large, slow bubble and lets it pop before asking, "Like... THE Holy Grail?"
Oscar "Oz" Diggs, Human Technomancer Wizard (10)/Rogue (1) - Fate/False Revelation, PbP
DM, Kaden Tolgalen
Isaac leans his gaze a bit to peer better at you through his glasses and stares through you for a moment. You can’t help but swallow hard for a split second before he continues, “In the common sense, no. This is not the legendary reliquary that held the blood of Christ. It is simply the current manifestation of a ritual which has existed since before the real Holy Grail was even created. What it is, however, is a concentration of raw magical energy compressed to the point of omnipotence. In other words, it is a device capable of creating a true wish, a miracle in every sense of the word.”
DM - Elustran Days ~ Fate/False Revelation
Rex'aliha - Hoard of the Dragon Queen ~ Mozu of Worms - The Stormpoint Mountains ~ Muireach Maon - Shepherd’s Crossing ~ Crownsguard - Storm King’s Thunder ~ Gunnar Wayland - Boats, Rocks, and Ruffians ~ POUF! - Ex-Ravens ~ Pascal LaRoux - Long Road Dragon Heist
Imani continues to eye the glass canister near her face as Isaac and the kid have their talk. She finally swivels her head toward the Lord. "Hydra. Venom." she deadpans.
She turns and sizes up Lord Avmarie (Perception: 14). She arches an eyebrow as she says, "I have a question. How did you manage to submit an application for a US passport under my name? I sure as hell did not, but it was hand-delivered to my apartment alongside airfare to London and a big pile of ZERO information." She sits on the arm of the chair nearest Isaac and leans forward, her hands steepled. Not threateningly; she's not mad, precisely...
"I don't know how you do it here, but that's called identity fraud where I come from. Oh, and speaking of fraud: Given the nonsense you just described, this would constitute 'hiring under false pretenses'." She crosses her arms. "Now tell me why you brought me here. And no bulls---t this time."
Imani Jones - Lv 11 Warlock of The Living City - Variant Human| Fate/False Revelation
Wick Stumbleduck - Lv 4 Lore Bard - Forest Gnome | Elustran Days
Khurah - Lv 3 Star Druid - Half-orc | Boats, Rocks, and Ruffians
Dale Swanson - User of the Sound of Silence Stand - Jojo's Bizarre Adventure: Sunset Investigations
Ayaci Vikerfjell - Lv 8 Rune Knight | Variant Human | Storm King's Thunder
Imani, as you look over this man, you realize something intensely frightening, two things actually. 1) Is that this man seems completely serious in talking about magic and what not. 2) Is that these people, this guy and girl, seem completely nonplused by the fact that this man is saying magic is a thing. You carefully look the man over, who responds amidst your confusion, “I assure you, Ms. Jones, I played no such part in the matter. From what I was informed, your father was intended to be a candidate to become a master. Yet, it would seem with his unfortunate passing, the grail has elected you. You have my condolences, for what they are worth.”
DM - Elustran Days ~ Fate/False Revelation
Rex'aliha - Hoard of the Dragon Queen ~ Mozu of Worms - The Stormpoint Mountains ~ Muireach Maon - Shepherd’s Crossing ~ Crownsguard - Storm King’s Thunder ~ Gunnar Wayland - Boats, Rocks, and Ruffians ~ POUF! - Ex-Ravens ~ Pascal LaRoux - Long Road Dragon Heist
'Ms. Jones' is taken aback. She waves her hand, vaguely brushing aside the man's (seemingly genuine) condolences. "It's Imani... Just Imani..." she says.
She settles onto the seat of the chair and asks, "Could I trouble you for a glass of water, Mr. Avmarie?"
Imani Jones - Lv 11 Warlock of The Living City - Variant Human| Fate/False Revelation
Wick Stumbleduck - Lv 4 Lore Bard - Forest Gnome | Elustran Days
Khurah - Lv 3 Star Druid - Half-orc | Boats, Rocks, and Ruffians
Dale Swanson - User of the Sound of Silence Stand - Jojo's Bizarre Adventure: Sunset Investigations
Ayaci Vikerfjell - Lv 8 Rune Knight | Variant Human | Storm King's Thunder
Isaac reaches beneath his desk and pulls out one of those tiny plastic bottles of water, “Here you are. Now, as it stands, you are the most recent masters elected for this war. Most others have been preparing for the past four years after summoning their servants. You are, quite literally, last minute additions for the war. It is for this reason, that the Mage’s Association has taken interest in two teenagers.” He says that last word slowly, as if to accentuate how odd the scenario really is in the grand scheme of things, “We would like for you to represent our interests.”
DM - Elustran Days ~ Fate/False Revelation
Rex'aliha - Hoard of the Dragon Queen ~ Mozu of Worms - The Stormpoint Mountains ~ Muireach Maon - Shepherd’s Crossing ~ Crownsguard - Storm King’s Thunder ~ Gunnar Wayland - Boats, Rocks, and Ruffians ~ POUF! - Ex-Ravens ~ Pascal LaRoux - Long Road Dragon Heist
Sarai refused the gum when offered, but not unkindly. As Lord Isaac speaks, she goes from fidgety to calm, though her eyes still dart from speaker to speaker. As he ends his pitch to the other two, she speaks up, her not-quite British accent barely hiding irritation.
"And why am I here, Lord Isaac? I was sent to broker protection for my city, but I find myself in a room with children, whom you now say are your chosen Mages? One who it seems until now did not even know magic existed? I think maybe our business is concluded, sir. My city will suffer less with a short War, and your War will be a short one with these as your champions."
She stands up, and makes to leave.
ey/em/eirs, or they/them works, too (just not he).
Role-playing since that keep on those borderlands. Here's my D&D stuff. I love it so.
Campaign links for Game Log access because DDB has abandoned the forum dice roller, apparently.
Radiant Citadel by cbaer8 ~•~ Stormwreck Isle by Rforrest14 ~•~ Wildspace by Rhanloi ~•~ Rise of Tiamat by SteveThaiBinh ~•~ The Long Road currently by me
"Servants, huh?" Oz leans back in his chair and fishes out his cell. Loud noise, presumably what kids call music these days, eminates from his ear buds before he shoves them in his ears. He bobs his head in time with the music and drums softly on his legs. He watches the face of the "Lord Isaac Pasistone Abmarie, head of Pretentious Who Cares", apparently waiting for an answer despite not being able to actually hear it.
Oscar "Oz" Diggs, Human Technomancer Wizard (10)/Rogue (1) - Fate/False Revelation, PbP
DM, Kaden Tolgalen
Oz smirks at being underestimated. It isn't the first time that happened and it most likely won't be the last. One of his favorite things to do is prove people wrong.
Oscar "Oz" Diggs, Human Technomancer Wizard (10)/Rogue (1) - Fate/False Revelation, PbP
DM, Kaden Tolgalen
Imani looks up sharply as Sarai moves to leave. This woman knows about all of this stuff- she might have gone through the same... things... that Imani is going through now.
She feels a burning bubble of something expand in her chest, and she speaks before she knows what she's doing. "WAIT," she says in a big voice. She clasps a hand to her mouth and tries to smother her shock. "I mean... Wait. I need to know what's happening here. I don't understand half of what you all are talking about. Are you... Are you all like me?"
Imani Jones - Lv 11 Warlock of The Living City - Variant Human| Fate/False Revelation
Wick Stumbleduck - Lv 4 Lore Bard - Forest Gnome | Elustran Days
Khurah - Lv 3 Star Druid - Half-orc | Boats, Rocks, and Ruffians
Dale Swanson - User of the Sound of Silence Stand - Jojo's Bizarre Adventure: Sunset Investigations
Ayaci Vikerfjell - Lv 8 Rune Knight | Variant Human | Storm King's Thunder
Isaac continues, “I am afraid you do not have much choice in the matter. You see, the other five masters bear no affiliation to us. We have no control over what they may do. I assure you, this war is happening, with or without your approval. What you have before you is a chance to align the interests of the Mage’s Association with the interests of the Magical Foundation. Alone, you would not last but mere moments against a properly summoned servant. Yet, with our resources-“
Isaac frowns, “I see. Your father did not mention his true nature as a mage to you? Indeed disappointing. Yes, Ms. Jones,” He still seems stuck on that name, “You are what is called a ‘mage.’ A creature fundamentally different from a human, as am I, as is he,” He gestures to Oscar, “As is everyone in the Clocktower. It is the duty of the Mage’s Association to keep this fact a secret for the safety of the continuation of humanity. You bear mage circuits that run alongside your nervous system and, thus, are able to utilize magecraft. It is this that will also allow you to be a competent master in this war.”
DM - Elustran Days ~ Fate/False Revelation
Rex'aliha - Hoard of the Dragon Queen ~ Mozu of Worms - The Stormpoint Mountains ~ Muireach Maon - Shepherd’s Crossing ~ Crownsguard - Storm King’s Thunder ~ Gunnar Wayland - Boats, Rocks, and Ruffians ~ POUF! - Ex-Ravens ~ Pascal LaRoux - Long Road Dragon Heist
Oz snaps his eyes from face to face as they speak, head bobbing all the while.
Oscar "Oz" Diggs, Human Technomancer Wizard (10)/Rogue (1) - Fate/False Revelation, PbP
DM, Kaden Tolgalen
Sarai pauses, and turns as Lord Isaac speaks, her body language acknowledging his arguments. Then as he answers Imani, she shakes her head. "I am no Mage, nor do I wish to be a Master over any Servant. I do not need to understand what you or he can do," she nods at Oscar, "to know that you are dangerous to us all. You untrained, he unruly. Impertinent Mages have killed as many innocents as ignorant ones."
She rounds on Lord Isaac. "What then? Am I their nanny? Their bodyguard? I cannot school them in their arts, for I have none myself, and I cannot keep them alive if they kill themselves. What would the Association have me do?"
ey/em/eirs, or they/them works, too (just not he).
Role-playing since that keep on those borderlands. Here's my D&D stuff. I love it so.
Campaign links for Game Log access because DDB has abandoned the forum dice roller, apparently.
Radiant Citadel by cbaer8 ~•~ Stormwreck Isle by Rforrest14 ~•~ Wildspace by Rhanloi ~•~ Rise of Tiamat by SteveThaiBinh ~•~ The Long Road currently by me
Isaac steeples his fingers, “As I said, think of them as resources to defend your city. Protect them as you would your gun, or a blade. As for them killing themselves, that is purely on them. We cannot hold you responsible for human stupidity, now can we?”
DM - Elustran Days ~ Fate/False Revelation
Rex'aliha - Hoard of the Dragon Queen ~ Mozu of Worms - The Stormpoint Mountains ~ Muireach Maon - Shepherd’s Crossing ~ Crownsguard - Storm King’s Thunder ~ Gunnar Wayland - Boats, Rocks, and Ruffians ~ POUF! - Ex-Ravens ~ Pascal LaRoux - Long Road Dragon Heist
Sarai snorts when he says 'human stupidity.'
"There is little that can prevent humans from being stupid, agreed. Very well, I will use them, if they can be used, to further our ends, your ends, and perhaps their own ends. What say you, humans? Are you ready to fight for a real and true Wish?"
ey/em/eirs, or they/them works, too (just not he).
Role-playing since that keep on those borderlands. Here's my D&D stuff. I love it so.
Campaign links for Game Log access because DDB has abandoned the forum dice roller, apparently.
Radiant Citadel by cbaer8 ~•~ Stormwreck Isle by Rforrest14 ~•~ Wildspace by Rhanloi ~•~ Rise of Tiamat by SteveThaiBinh ~•~ The Long Road currently by me