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Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: Just a short one...
...but enough for now, I think.
Figured that, if the ward on the door was glowing, the one on Alex's watch would likely do the same once he got "within range"... If that's not what you had in mind, lemme know and I'll edit. 
P.S. Same goes for the bit about Mami Fortuna... I think Nimu and I discussed that Alex and the old seeress had a "passing acquaintance" as mentioned in the post but I could be mistaken.
Posted on 2009-10-05 at 00:15:07.
Edited on 2009-10-05 at 00:23:34 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Witchcraft: Stare into the Night
Subject: ???
"Today or tomorrow," Penelope answered, "it matters not when."
When she paused to chew thoughtfully on her lip, Alex found himself wanting to do the same thing, Dammit, lady! You gotta stop that,
"I live in Pilsen," she continued softly, "There is an old, homeless woman who frequents the neighborhood. She is a seer and, despite her fear, is quite powerful. Perhaps we might be able to convince her to help us learn more of these Azazelites?"
"Mami Fortuna," Alex nodded... He'd had an encounter or two of his own with Pilsen's ‘resident' fortune-teller in the past. The crazy old woman had provided him a connection with a small coven in that neighborhood that, just as she had predicted, had been willing to help him out on a Zazy hunt. She had also followed him down the streets, prattling on in Spanish that was too fast for him to keep up with, something about fate and devils, it had creeped him out and he remembered being grateful that he had been drunk when he spoke to her, "Yeah, I know about her," he chuckled softly, "From what I remember she's not all together there but her information's usually reliable if you can keep her on track,"
Penelope had turned to look curiously at the front door, then, and had already risen from her seat before Alex noticed that the ‘ward' Rosie had taped to the front door was glowing like a bonfire on Samhain,
"¿Qué es eso?"
"What the hell?" Alex parroted the woman's curious tone as he, too, moved towards the front door. "That ain't right," he murmured, squinting and then rubbing his eyes as if to ensure that he was seeing correctly, "that's not even a real ward," When he tentatively reached a hand out to touch the glowing symbol, though, he noticed that the faux-ward that Rosie had created for his watch had also flared to life.
",What the hell," he repeated, this time with more emphasis.
"Smoke," he called, hopefully loud enough that his voice would carry to the bast, "you might wanna come see this."
Posted on 2009-10-05 at 00:12:17.
Edited on 2016-09-30 at 09:31:22 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: New Spores of Itanlok Q/A ~ 1
Subject: If it makes you (or Baldorf) feel better...
...Crulgrin doesn't have a single braid in his beard, either, gboy. 
Posted on 2009-10-04 at 14:17:15.
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Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: :)
Them's the perils of having freetime on your hands, I guess, Nimu.
Updated the characters thread to include some stats for Lucius... still toying with metaphysics and such for him but attribs and some other bits are there. 
Posted on 2009-10-03 at 12:29:45.
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Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: I kinda like it...
...I'm sure that if Alex notices the ward glowing, he'll likely be curious(if that's even the appropriate word) about that very thing...
Of course, I think he's still 'fascinated' by his client so he may just fail his spot check (or perception check or notice check or whatever it is...)
P.S. Meri- yes, I believe the posts I "reassigned" to you ladies in that thread do, in fact, go towards your post count.
Posted on 2009-10-02 at 21:03:14.
Edited on 2009-10-02 at 21:15:27 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Stare into the Night characters
Subject: NPC - Lucius Macaire Le Deschamps
Lucius Macaire Le Deschamps
Concept: Scoundrel
Association: Fellowship of Judas
Undead gain +3 to any Resisted Test or Task vs. an Inspired Miracle or Prayer that directly affects or restrains a member while performing a task of redemption. Non-Undead get +2 to any Resisted Test or Task vs. any Undead effect or Power (if used by non-undead).
Character type: Vampyre
Description
Gender: Male
Age: 684
Height: 5’ 8”
Weight: 150 lbs
Hair: Black (worn long but very neat)
Eyes: Dark brown
Attributes
Strength: 7
Dexterity: 6
Constitution: 6
Intelligence: 3
Perception: 4
Willpower: 3
Life Points: 62
Endurance: 0
Speed: 24
Essence: 65
Essence Channeling: 1
Qualities and Drawbacks:
Vampyre: 1 (15/), ***still working
Skills:
Acting: 4 (4/0), Fine Arts (Painting): 3 (3/0), Hand Weapon (Foil/Rapier): 5 (5/0), Humanities (Art History): 3 (3/0), (History): 5 (/), (Philosophy): 3 (/), (Wicce Theology): 3 (/), Language (English): 3 (3/0), (Spanish): 3 (/), (Latin): 2 (/), Occult Knowledge: 3 (6/0), Rituals (Vampyre): 3 (3/0), Seduction: 4 (4/0), ***still working
Metaphysics:
Bard: 1 (9/0), Manipulate Emotions: 1 (2/0), ***still working
Notes on Lucius as sent to Nimu via PM for her post in which Penelope meets with the vampyre. Updates as required and possibly even a character sheet at some point
I hadn't really developed Lucius much beyond the fact that he's a Vampyre that showed up the night crap went south for Alex and was largely responsible for running off Eddie and the remaining Zazies that were intent of finishing Alex off... Maybe he even 'fed' on Alex some and that's what kept our miserable PI from actually giving up the ghost that night. *shrug* He's very old in my estimation (although I imagine him looking a bit like Armand in Interview With a Vampire, if that helps), born in France but has been a Chicago resident for a good century or more. (Had an idea originally that the "Great Fire" was actually started by some overzealous mundanes who discovered him once and tried to rid the city of him, but never really developed that too much). In the three plus years that have elapsed since that night, Lucius has kept in touch with Alex because, for some reason, he likes the guy and feels some kind of compulsion to "help him out" from time to time, most specifically alerting Alex to the identity or whereabouts of Zazies when and if he encounters them (he absolutely abhors tainted essence, you know... it's like spoiled wine to him and, by god, if this mortal witch is bent on cleaning the city of those bearing the stuff, he's more than happy to assist.)
What else? Very aristocratic... loves the nightlife (a la clubs, trendy restaurants, etc, and can usually be found in one of these types of places after the sun goes down) and very well dressed if somewhat of an anachronism in his choice of style. Lucius hasn't actually killed or 'turned' any of his victims in quite a long time (aside from those who may have actually deserved it)... he enjoys watching the antics of humans and often has fond recollections when he, himself, was other than what he is, now... although he does love his "life" and the opportunity it has given him to watch the rest of the world grow... Ummmm... rather friendly to most folks... I expect would be very friendly to Penelope and, if he was assured that she intended Alex no harm, would gladly lead her or direct her right to his door... "But of course, mon cheri, you'll find Alexander's offices on North Street in Old Town. Look for the Eye of Ra on the door... You can't miss it."
Posted on 2009-10-02 at 19:27:56.
Edited on 2009-10-03 at 12:28:09 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: Feel free...
...I saved you a space for specifically for her in the new thread.
Meri - you have a spot reserved for Katul
Nimu - have one for el padre malo waiting for you, as well.
Edit as you will.
Posted on 2009-10-02 at 19:21:03.
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Topic: Stare into the Night characters
Subject: NPC - Joe Kelly
Joe Kelly
Concept: Reluctant Hero (at least for the purposes of this story... I don't imagine Joe is going to want to believe in magic and immortals and such... and he sure isn't gonna be happy about getting wrapped up in a "war" between gifted and supernaturals...)
Character type: Mundane Hero
Description
Gender: Male | Age: 35 | Height: 6'1" | Weight: 225
Race: Caucasian | Hair: Red | Eyes: Green
Strength: 5 Dexterity: 3 Constitution: 5
Intelligence: 3 Perception: 4 Willpower: 5
Life Points: 56
Endurance: 50
Speed: 16
Essence: 25
Qualities and Drawbacks: Level (Cost/XPs)
Hard to Kill: 2 (2/0), Contacts: 5 (5/0), Nerves of Steel: 1 (3/0), Situational Awareness: 1 (2/0), Fast Reaction Time : 1 (2/0), Honorable: 3 (-3/0), Cruel: 1 (-1/0),
Skills: Level (Cost/XPs)
Weight Lifting(): 2 (2/0), Sport (Football): 4 (4/0), Brawling: 5 (5/0), Guns (Handgun): 5 (5/0), (Rifle/Shotgun): 4 (/), First Aid: 2 (2/0), Questioning: 5 (5/0), Intimidation: 3 (3/0), Streetwise: 3 (3/0), Driving (Car): 2 (2/0), Surveillance: 3 (3/0), Humanities (Law): 4 (4/0), Notice: 2 (2/0),
Thoughts/RP notes on Joe Kelly:
Note: this is a copy/paste of the info I sent to gboy when he was considering playing Joe... that's why it probably reads like a PM...
Joe Kelly and Alex Sharpe were partners on the Chicago PD for a good majority of their careers. If they didn't go to college or the academy together they certainly met shortly thereafter (perhaps when they were newly badged patrolmen or some such) and became friends, working together often even before they both made detective and actually got partnered up together on the Homicide Squad. They'd butt heads from time to time, of course, whether it was in the way a case (or a suspect) might've been handled or the standard disagreements that all friends might find themselves haggling over (politics, sports, religion - Joe's a Catholic (perhaps not devout, but definitely raised in that church) whereas Alex is a born and raised Wicce (like Joe, though, he wasn't terribly devout in regards to that... in fact, despite being "gifted" he never actively "practiced the craft" until after his wife was murdered). Anyhoo... like any "cop buddies" Alex and Joe were friends on and off duty (probably became best friends, even), had "family cookouts" together, etc. At that time, they were also known as two of the "best cops" in homicide and typically got handed the "big cases", yaddahyaddahyaddah...
Anyhoo, one night about three years ago or so, Joe and Alex are working a case when Alex gets a call on his cell... It's from a member of Emily's coven who, at the time, were convened at a warehouse performing some, as yet to be defined, ritual (which, Emily had repeatedly tried to get Alex to attend)... anyway, there's not much conversation on the call but there is a lot of screaming, shouting, and "god awful noise" (the coven is in the process of getting slaughtered by a group of Azazelites). Alex completely freaks out and just flat out abandons the crime scene that he and Joe are working and tears off to go find/help Emily and her coven... He gets to the warehouse and finds Emily and the other twelve members of her coven hanging upside down, flayed open, etc (here begins the "breaking point" or turning point, if you prefer, for Alex)... Long story short, here, there's still a handful of Zazies (a term Alex has coined for the cultists since this all happened) in the warehouse, too... Alex manages to shoot one but gets overpowered and ends up being tortured an nearly killed by them as well (this bit was alluded to in the Sharpness of Smoke thread that can be found in the Personal Creations forum here on the Inn... a Vampyre named Lucius showed up and ...scared the Zazies off, quite possibly saving Alex's life).
Joe eventually tracks Alex to the warehouse (having handed off the investigation they were working to whoever) and finds him, Em and her coven, and the one dead Zazy in the horrific, blood spattered crime scene... Alex is the only one close to alive. Joe does the "cop thing" - gets ambulances rolling, calls for backup, etc
Alex spends the next several weeks in the hospital and is obviously agonizing over his wife's death... even blaming himself (which he still does to this day, in fact)... Joe is handed the case which, unfortunately goes cold before too long (those Zazies are secretive, sneaky bastards, after all, and most "mundanes" wouldn't even have a clue how or even where to start looking). Alex finally gets released from the hospital and wallows in his misery (and drowning himself in scotch) at home while still recuperating (it's about this point at which Alex starts actively practicing the craft and honing his "gift")... Joe keeps Alex posted on the progress, of course, but, unfortunately there's not much progress being made and the department ends up shuffling the whole thing off to the "cold case" files. Alex returns to the force for a very short time, due to his burgeoning alcoholism, depression, and such, though, he's not put back out on the streets and gets exceedingly frustrated at the whole situation... ends up just quitting the force all together and, basically, just disappears from site... not contacting Joe or anyone else for that matter, etc, etc, etc...
Alex does end up getting a Private Investigators license and a concealed carry permit, though... (mainly so he can "pretend" to be doing the job while he's actually hunting down and killing any Azazelite he can find... especially the ones he remembers from that night... He does take the "real case" from time to time, of course, but he's hardcore into the vengeance thing... pretty careful about making sure none of his dirty deeds are traceable back to him, of course, and rarely leaves any sort of evidence behind when he finds and kills one of the Zazies. Unfortunately, Alex was super drunk when he geeked the most recent Zazy (the one mentioned in the current thread) and made more than one mistake in the act... it'll be part of my next post, in fact, so you'll likely be able to glean more details from that. In fact, that last kill of Alex's is what brought Joe to the shop in the opening post of the Stare thread and, if you haven't read the thread yet, is what's going to drag Joe back into Alex's life and, maybe, open his eyes to the fact that there's more to the Witchy Hocus Pocus crap than he might've imagined...
Anyway, Joe and Alex haven't seen much of each other or even spoken much in the past couple of years (the occasional phone call to say Happy Birthday or How ya doin' maybe a chance meeting at a bar called Clancy's where cops from the precinct tend to gather (see the Sharpeness of Smoke thread for more details there)- Both men still consider the other one a friend but have gone separate ways on their life paths... Joe's still a cop, of course, and Alex is a grungy, alcoholic, down on his luck PI who runs his "business" out of the Wicce bookshop that his wife opened up years ago - all the bookshop stuff is still there but the signage now reads "Sharpe Eye Investigations".
Ummm... what else? I figure Joe to be a friggin bull of a guy... Built like a linebacker... Of obvious Irish decent... and a good cop... I figure that, over the course of the telling of the tale, Joe's going to find out that Alex might've actually been responsible for killing not just the Zazy he's found at the beginning of the tale but possibly more as well... However, as Joe starts getting drawn back into Alex's life and gets "awakened" to the things going on in the world that most mundanes are oblivious to, he'll probably come to understand why...
Posted on 2009-10-02 at 19:19:23.
Edited on 2016-10-18 at 15:48:07 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Stare into the Night characters
Subject: Spacer
Just cuz ya never know
Posted on 2009-10-02 at 19:18:50.
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Topic: Stare into the Night characters
Subject: Spaceholder Junior
Again... ya just never know...
Posted on 2009-10-02 at 19:05:04.
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Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: There!
Created a characters thread so we can keep all the sheets together.
Copied and pasted what each of you have posted here and gave you credit for the posts so you can edit as needed.
Posted on 2009-10-02 at 19:03:47.
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Topic: Stare into the Night characters
Subject: Alex Sharpe
Alex Sharpe
Concept: Avenger
Association: Wicce
- +2 on all defensive Invocation Tasks.
- -2 penalty to dismissal applies to those using Magic to attack the Wicce.
- Must take Rituals (Wicce) and Humanities (Wicce Theology) Skills.
Character type: Gifted
Description
Gender: Male | Age: 35 | Height: 5' 10" | Weight: 168 lbs
Race: Caucasian | Hair: Brown | Eyes: Gray
Strength: 3 Dexterity: 2 Constitution: 3
Intelligence: 2 Perception: 3 Willpower: 3
Life Points: 37
Endurance: 32
Speed: 10
Essence: 36
Essence Channeling: 5
Qualities:
- Situational Awareness: 1
- Contacts: 3
- Essence Channeling: 5
- Increased Essence Pool: 4
- Gift: 1
- Hard to Kill: 1 (1/0)
Drawbacks:
- Recurring Nightmares (death of wife): 1
- Adversary: 4
- Addiction (Cigarettes): 1
- Cruel: 1
- Addiction (Alcohol): 2
- Honorable: 2
- Obsession (Vengeance against the Azazelites): 1
Skills:
- Brawling: 2
- Guns (Handgun): 3
- Humanities (Wicce Theology): 1
- Humanities (Law) (Criminal Law): 3
- Rituals (Wicce): 2
- Notice: 3
- Intimidation: 2
- Stealth: 3
- Streetwise: 3
- Surveillance: 4
- Research/Investigation: 3
- Occult Knowledge: 1
- Driving (car): 2
Metaphysics:
- Affect the Psyche: 2
- Influence Emotional State
- Aura of Confidence
- Insight: 3
- Soulfire: 3
- Shielding: 3
- Essence Shield
- Physical Shield
- Invisible Shield
- Symbols of Protection: 2
- Protection against magic
- Protection against supernatural
- Elemental Fire: 3
- Flicker
- Fire Protection
- Flame
- Extinguish flame
- Striking Flame
- Elemental Air: 2
- Stirring air
- gust of Wind
- Steady Wind
- Calm Wind
- Whirlwind
- Cleanse and Create Air
- Lightning bolt
General Description: Alex is 5'10" and weighs between 160 and 165 lbs. He's got a rather shaggy mop of brown hair that has just started showing signs of gray (it used to be cut close and kept much neater before Emily was killed and he left the police force but, these days, doesn't look as if it's been properly cut since shortly after her funeral) and, more often than not, several days growth of beard the same color. His eyes are gray and frequently give away when he's had a bit much to drink. Typical clothing for Alex is a pair of relaxed fit Levi's, a rumpled, button-down shirt (sometimes with a t-shirt or undershirt worn underneath, other times not), a battered leather coat, and a pair of Timberland chukkas or boots. (Pic attached for a general idea of Alex's standard look). Although Emily's been dead for three years or more, Alex still wears his wedding ring and a pentacle necklace/amulet that belonged to her. Additionally, Alex bears a multitude of notable scars including what appear to be burn scars on his hands and forearms (the result of getting a little "crazy" with Elemental Fire) - these would be the most likely to be noticed - others that are typically hidden from most folks are numerous scars on his chest and abdomen that look as if someone tried to carve some sort of symbols into him at some point.
Character History: Alex's parents, Avery and Isabelle Sharpe, were both members of a Wicce coven and, as such, Alex himself was raised and nurtured with Wicce Theology as his "religion." While he understood the precepts, tenets, and other aspects of the faith as a youngster, Alex, as most rebellious young men are wont to do and despite his natural Gift, didn't embrace the Covenant of his parents beliefs and philosophies and, for a long time, aside from writing "wiccan," on forms and such that requested a religious affiliation, had very little involvement with the craft. Of course, he would attend rites with his family and, on occasion, study half-heartedly. Other than that, though, Alex stayed away from overt practice of the Craft, himself, throughout the majority of his young life.
He did take a slightly more active interest in the Wicce Covenant in his late teens and early twenties, though. He was studying Law and Criminal Justice at the University of Chicago when he met Emily Lenox, a Gifted young woman from a long line of Wicce in Vermont, who was studying Humanities and Psychology at the University. The two dated, fell desperately in love, and eventually married. Despite his relationship with Emily, though, and even though she'd brought him closer to the Wicce covenant as a whole, Alex still wasn't what any would have called a devout practitioner. After college, Alex joined the Chicago Police Department while Emily (after working a series of "unfulfilling" jobs in Social Services agencies and the like) eventually opened an "occult bookstore" on the first floor of the greystone building that they had purchased in the Old Town neighborhood of Chicago (which often served as a regular meeting place for Emily's coven). Alex eventually attained the rank of Detective Sergeant on the force (working in both Homicide and Vice units at different times) and Emily enjoyed the modest but comfortable success of the bookshop (which she preferred to think of as a Wicce library and/or outreach center).
A few years ago, Emily's coven became aware of a "dark coven" in the area that had come to serve, if not outright worship, the demon Azazel. Realizing that Azazel's influence would certainly not bode well in a city like Chicago (where corruption, vice, and violence was easily found almost anywhere one might care to look), it became a major goal of Emily's coven to work against and, if possible, stop this "Cult of Azazel" before they became powerful enough to actually summon the demon. The Azazelites, unfortunately, were already more powerful than Emily's coven had initially thought and, as a result, the two groups became embroiled in a fairly intense conflict... a metaphysical punch-counterpunch sort of thing with rites and rituals performed on both sides in hopes of diminishing or destroying the other. As the conflict grew, so too did Azazel's cult. Emily's coven, on the other hand, had difficulties maintaining any more than thirteen practicing members and, in a lot of cases, fewer than that number attended meetings let alone any of the rituals that the coven performed in their battle against the Azazelites. Eventually, of course, the conflict between the groups came to a head and culminated in the one event that would bring Detective Alex Sharpe closer to the Covenant than anything else in his entire history.
Emily's coven came to the realization that the dark coven had grown in power and numbers and, as such, were dangerously close to being able to actually summon the ancient demon. Thus, while they knew they hadn't the metaphysical resources among them to match that which the cult could bring to bear, they made the decision to perform a ritual that, if it worked, would bind the Azazelites and, possibly, Azazel himself in a manner of speaking. Emily had managed to secure promises from all thirteen members of her coven that each would be there to join the circle when the time came - such an attempt to bind a demon or even its human devotees with any fewer than 13 in the circle would have been folly - and having done so, began preparations for the ritual to be conducted in coincidence with the next full moon. Alex, of course, was aware of the plans and, while he questioned Emily's readiness for such an undertaking even with a full circle of thirteen, he supported her (as he always had) and her coven as best he knew how... even offering to help by, maybe, running some of the cultists in on any sort of charges he might be able to come up with on them. She assured him, though, that as long as all thirteen members of her own coven stayed true to their word and participated in the ritual, that the worst that could happen would be that the incantations would simply fail and flatten with little effect for better or worse (other than having exhausted parties on both sides and, perhaps, sapping available power from both groups for a time). Unfortunately, on the night that the ritual was to be performed, only ten of the thirteen members of Emily's coven showed, leaving them short of both available essence and the mystical strength associated with the number thirteen. As the Azazelites power had grown in recent days, though, and despite not having the numbers they would have wished, the coven decided to proceed with the ritual with nine members in the circle (the remaining member was to stand watch "just in case") because, to do otherwise was risking the cult growing powerful enough to be beyond any intervention of which they might be capable. Even more unfortunately, the Azazelites were better prepared (and more powerful) than any in Emily's coven suspected or even imagined. During the ritual, Emily's coven was overrun and, for lack of a better or more fitting term, slaughtered by Azazelite minions (both gifted, mundane, and purely supernatural).
On the night of the ritual, Alex was in the midst of working a crime scene on the city's South Side when he received a call on his cell phone from a number he didn't recognize (he would learn later on that the number belonged to the member of Emily's coven who had been assigned "watch duty" during the ritual). He knew exactly what the call was about, though, when he lifted the phone to his ear and heard the gods-awful sounds that came through it... screams of pain, the sick gibbering laughter and merciless howls of carnage and destruction, all the sickening sounds of something gone horribly wrong. Alex abandoned his partner at the crime scene without a word and raced for the location where Emily had told him the ritual would take place. He arrived too late. When he entered the old warehouse (selected because it had been built over an ancient place of power) the slaughter was all but complete. Aside from the blood and bodies the only living things that Alex found were four "lesser members" of the Cult of Azazel who had been tasked, apparently, with hanging each of the members of Emily's coven from the ceiling (directly above the positions in which they had stood outside the circle) and opening them up from neck to navel and letting their innards fall into the ring of salt below. Alex shot one of them before thy noticed he was there and managed to get off several more shots (despite the sickening pain in his heart and the tears that clouded his vision) before the other three managed to subdue him... staring at Emily's defiled body, he lost consciousness (hoping that he'd soon be seeing his wife again) well before the Azazelites torture reached it's height. He remembered awaking briefly, still on the floor of the warehouse and still alive. The cultists were gone, Emily and her coven still hung from the ceiling in a mockery of the circle they had created, and a man (a Vampyre, actually, as Alex would learn sometime later) was standing over him telling him that the essence here was horribly tainted and, also, that help would be coming.
Alex Sharpe spent several days thereafter in the hospital recovering from the wounds to both his body and his psyche. His body healed quicker than his mind though and he found himself plagued by recurring nightmares of the phone call and finding his wife in that hellish place and what the Azazelites had done to him... to her... to all of them. Along with the nightmares came guilt, depression, and soon enough, the thirst for revenge against those (human or otherwise) who had taken Emily from him. He managed to stay employed with the Chicago PD for a time and was able to use the resources available to him as a result to help in finding some of the cultists but soon realized that ordinary, mundane police work wouldn't ever be enough to get the results he wanted... also, his obsession with exacting revenge on the Azazelites (which often "Distracted Detective Sharpe from the actual cases he had been assigned") coupled with the facts that a) he had started drinking and smoking quite heavily and b) had started demonstrating a particularly cruel streak when dealing with suspects, led to him being referred first to a department shrink and, finally, to the Internal Affairs bureau, convinced him that it was well past time to put the Chicago PD behind him. Shortly after making the decision (within hours, in fact) Alex Sharpe tendered his resignation and spent the next several months fully immersed in the study and practice of the magical arts and, having built a modicum of power and a decent arsenal of incantations, spells, and other workings of the Craft, began hunting the Azazelites.
Posted on 2009-10-02 at 18:53:41.
Edited on 2016-10-04 at 11:10:00 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Stare into the Night characters
Subject: Stare into the Night characters
Since I was having a not so easy time jumping back and forth on the Q&A in order to see all the character sheets for our little tale, I figured I'd whip up another thread specifically dedicated to character info... All on one page for ease of use and everything.
I'll post the main characters (PCs) in order of appearance (Alex, Smoke, Penelope, and Janelle) following those, we'll plug in the "major baddies", NPCs, etc, as needed/completed... blah blah blah!
Posted on 2009-10-02 at 18:52:48.
Edited on 2009-10-02 at 19:35:11 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: Gnarly!!!
I can picture that... change colors, shoes, add the wings, etc... *shudders*
If I can sit down with the sketchbook for a decent amount of uninterrupted time, I may just be able to finally finish off the actual hand-drawn "movie poster" and maybe even get to work on one for the villains, as well. *plotschemetroublemake*
Oh... updated the first post in the game thread to include our "poster", too...
Posted on 2009-10-02 at 18:41:22.
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Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: *grin*
Glad you like it.
A pic of the baddies would be neat, wouldn't it? Hmmmm....
Posted on 2009-10-02 at 17:43:32.
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Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: Just messing around...
... this morning, I found myself re-reading the game and Q&A threads, "filming some of the scenes in my head," and whatnot... got me playing with photoshop... and, on a lark, I slapped this together... Not great, but a fun little time waster it was!  Thought I'd share.
Posted on 2009-10-02 at 16:27:13.
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Topic: dodge the tumbleweeds!
Subject: *grabs a rake and a box of matches*
Rassafrassin' tumbleweeds, anyway... Time for another bonfire, I s'pose.
Have seen a bunch of new Innmates join recently... anyone wanna post and introduce yourselves? We'd looooove to hear from ya...
Posted on 2009-10-02 at 13:19:06.
Edited on 2009-10-02 at 13:24:53 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: Scrying, time, etc, etc...
Where's the fun? Why it's in Alex restraining himself from geekin' another Zazy... Seriously, my thoughts on the scrying are based on a few similar spells I've seen in movies and/or TV shows. When the magician uses the spell I have in mind to try and locate someone, the crystal that's used as the "compass" typically explodes if the person is dead.  Now, that's not to say that there aren't other spells that would help point Alex in the right direction even if he used something from one of the dead Zazies but, the one he's learned already, unfortunately, does... Mayhaps he'll learn another at some point, eh?
Time? Yeah, I think you're probably right, Rer... Between 20 and 45 minutes would have passed since Rosie and Smoke went upstairs, I guess... The way I see it, we've got a couple of options, here... Alex and Penelope can run over to Pilsen now and have a gander about (with or without Rosie and Smoke) or arrangements can be made for Alex to stop by "tomorrow" (or some other appropriate time to the tale)... I'm open to discussion or just running with whatever gets posted next.
Posted on 2009-10-02 at 10:51:41.
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Topic: I'm so bored...
Subject: I'm so bored...
...I've been watching ABBA videos on You Tube for like an hour!
I've watched this one like five times!
Somebody HELP ME!!!!
Point of note: Frida was super hot in those days. 
Posted on 2009-10-01 at 21:57:38.
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Topic: Witchcraft: Stare into the Night
Subject: Business as... unusual...
"Very well, Alexander," she smiled softly, taking his hand and moving it towards the collection of pendants strewn across the table, "we shall do just that. It is clear that you have you learned much of the Azazelites, but what do you know of Azazel himself?"
Aside from the fact that he and his are responsible for taking everything I have? he fumed internally, More than I ever wanted to, probably,
"As I'm sure you are aware," Penelope continued, not waiting for him to vocalize a response, "Azazel is demonic-god. In all my time in this world I have but rarely came across his name, and even then it was whispered with fear. In the old days he was known as the source of impurity and often sacrifices were laid out for him not in honor, but to keep him away."
"That untrained children ignorant of who Azazel is follow him does not concern me," she sighed after a momentary pause, "they can quite easily be dealt with. Yet where there are sheep there is always a shepherd, and it is that which worries me."
Alex nodded his head, already aware, as she had guessed, of the things she imparted. There were countless pages he had read from the books that surrounded them, now, that spoke of the demon from various perspectives and points of view and, likely, many more that he had yet to discover. Correlating one to the others hadn't been an easy task - and it still wasn't - because the varied accounts of the demon were far from consistent from one tradition to another but, over the years, Alex had picked out numerous passages from all of them that alluded to Azazel's power and place in the Reckoning that was to come. As he listened to Penelope, now, one particular piece he had found in the Apocalypse of Abraham came to the forefront of his mind. He recited it as, one by one, he picked up the amulets and dropped them into the warded box,
"And the unclean bird spoke to me and said, 'What are you doing, Abraham, on the holy heights, where no one eats or drinks, nor is there upon them food for men. But these all will be consumed by fire and ascend to the height, they will destroy you.' And it came to pass when I saw the bird speaking I said this to the angel: 'What is this, my lord?' And he said, 'This is disgrace, this is Azazel!' And he said to him, 'Shame on you Azazel! For Abraham's portion is in heaven, and yours is on earth, for you have selected here, and become enamored of the dwelling place of your blemish. Therefore the Eternal Ruler, the Mighty One, has given you a dwelling on earth. Through you the all-evil spirit is a liar, and through you are wrath and trials on the generations of men who live impiously."
, "A little bit of a monotheistic bent to that one, I guess," he smirked as the final pendant disappeared back into the box and he closed the lid, "but it does kind of sum up the clusterf*** that is Azazel and his groupies.
As far as the shepherd of his flock goes," Alex continued, stooping to retrieve the cup he had dropped moments ago, "That's something I've been trying to work out for, well, a pretty good while, anyway." He brushed the cup off on his jeans, then, and refilled it from the pot that Rosie had situated on the tray. "The thing is that the groupies are always the easier ones to find and, once they're caught, they're not exactly forthcoming with much else in regards to the hierarchy of the cult," he shrugged, taking a sip of the coffee.
He, of course, didn't bother to offer that it was probably really difficult for the Zazies to be forthcoming with much beyond screams when they were being roasted, soul-fried, or any of the other methods of ‘interrogation' Alex had used so far. (Smoke might have commented on it, of course, but, thankfully, the bast was upstairs napping with Janelle.) Neither did he present the fact that, in recent months he'd been toying with a ritual spell that could possibly help point him to the heart of the cult, a divination sort of thing that would supposedly reveal locations if properly performed using something that belonged to one of the cultists. As it turned out, though, the spell required that the person to whom the item belonged still be among the living, and he'd destroyed a good number of crystals before he managed to figure that out,
"I think," he said, lifting the box from the table and moving, once more, towards the cash register, "that between the pendant you've found and some good, old fashioned, detective work, I may finally be able to come up with the one piece that'll get me,er, us on that path."
Having returned the box to its hiding place and unplugging the register again, Alex re-emerged from behind the counter and took another sip of his coffee. "So, Penelope," he said, "when might be a good time for me to swing by your place and have a look around?"
Posted on 2009-10-01 at 17:44:50.
Edited on 2016-09-30 at 09:28:51 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Loaded Dice: Strip #19
Subject: Good stuff!
Like I expected anything else.
Posted on 2009-10-01 at 14:54:38.
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Topic: New Spores of Itanlok ~ 1 ~ A Short Adventure in Audalis
Subject: EEP!
“Now I have you. Your stink has been bothering me all night,” Crulgrin tensed when Burrowfolk’s hand clamped down on his shoulder and held him fast, “You and I have a few things to talk about!”
Oi! I reckon we jus’ might at that, the gem-smuggler thought as his eyes darted frantically about the place searching for an exit, an escape, or even just a tiny hole in which to hide, but, if Chald Aharn’s lookin’ my way, I dinnae think we’ll be havin’ that chat anytime soon…Please be lookin’ my way, Lady Luck! Please, please, please…
And she was, it seemed, for as the commotion at the entry way grew and the gathering of Khord kinfolk became more frantic and irate, Jamdock’s attentions drifted away from Crulgrin and the Gemhound’s grip, too, loosened…
Until then, it had begun to look like there wouldn’t be an easy escape from the gemhound’s shadow. Between Burrowfolk and a burly fighter named Thagovan having taken charge of the place in the madness and mayhem that had accompanied Govarund’s arrival, in fact, it didn’t seem as if anyone would be leaving the Spores – unseen or otherwise – anytime soon and, following the gemhound’s gruff “I’ll deal with you later,” the gem smuggler allowed himself to, once again, be swept to the fringes of the Khord congregation where he could remain unnoticed and, perhaps, take advantage of even the smallest opportunity to get himself as far away from Jamdock as possible.
“You are all too drunk to deal with danger right now,” Burrowfoot bellowed, releasing his hold on Crulgrin and moving into the anxious crowd, “We need order! I want all the parents who are missing a child to come to me. I will form groups to search the mushroom forest. Thagovan, over there,” the gemhound indicated the burly Khord, “will go ahead with a group of strong men. The rest of you, come to me, and we will sort things out as fast as possible.”
Not exactly the pr’cise way I’d’ve hoped fer, Crulgrin mused as he watched a handful of party-goers move towards Thagovan and offer their services, but it’ll do ta get me clear of that blinkin’ hound, won’ it?
Checking, first, to make sure that Jamdock’s attentions were consumed by those kin of missing pebbles whom he had called to himself, Crulgrin made his way towards the smaller group forming around the fighter. “Crulgrin Shadebeard,” he grinned nervously as Thagovan turned a questioning eye his way, “I haven’t been a caver in some years, lad, but I do still have some o’ the skills yer party’s like to be needin’. Got no small share of experience in findin’ and bringin’ back small things what’s been lost neither.”
((OOC: And it's only Thursday!!! Woohoo for freetime! ))
Posted on 2009-10-01 at 13:02:13.
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Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: ;)
And what a shepherd, huh? 
Can't wait to tangle with him. I think...
Posted on 2009-10-01 at 00:17:45.
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Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: LOL
No bother at all, Almerin Fernando... I was wondering how long it'd take for someone to notice that I was in DisneyWorld and not Sweden.
Posted on 2009-09-30 at 18:46:39.
Edited on 2009-09-30 at 19:45:48 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: incoming baby!
Subject: It's baby day!!!
Yon newest of Olan's li'l poopers should be amongst us by now I would imagine. 
Congrats and best of wishes to the boss and his brood!
Posted on 2009-09-30 at 14:37:59.
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