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Topic: Haunted Highlands Q&A
Subject: D.M.
I'm so sorry to hear about your sister. Send her my best wishes.
Posted on 2009-09-16 at 18:22:05.
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Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: Worse places, eh?
Is that a challenge? Think I'm up to it?
Anywhoooo... Monday's over and the post is up!
Posted on 2009-09-15 at 23:13:30.
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Topic: Witchcraft: Stare into the Night
Subject: Buenos Tardes
The clamor of commotion sounded before a brown haired scruffy man came to the door, he stared at her with surprised look on his face before smiling sheepishly and unlocking the door, "Sorry about that," he said as he pushed the door open, "I wasn't... uh... I was expecting someone else... Can I help you?"
Penelope looked the man up and down before stepping into what appeared to be a magic shop. Was this Alexander Sharpe? He stood before her bedraggled with blood shot eyes and his essence pattern seemed dampened from exhaustion. This was not a good sign.
Turning her gaze from the man her grey eyes began to move over the space taking it all in. Beneath the untidy clutter of day to day life lay books, crystals, and other various tools of magic. It was so strange to see the signs of the Old Ways displayed so openly. She remembered a time when owning half of what this place held would have been enough to be put to death. Now people spoke of the Craft in the open, even if only just in pretense. The passage of centuries had changed the world so much.
Penelope continued her surveying of the room until her gaze fell on a cat in the corner. Small and grey, the feline lay on its back entwined with white string and staring at her with golden eyes. Flashes of essence flared around the cat as if in warning. That was no cat, that was a bast and it knew what she was. Penelope only smiled, there had to be much more to this Alexander Sharpe than appearances to have attracted the attentions of three immortals.
Still smiling she offered her hand in greeting, "Alexander Sharpe, I presume?" she spoke in a sultry voice with an Iberian accent evident on her lips. "I am Penelope Rosa and there is much we need to speak of."
Before he could reply a young asian woman walked up to the doorway with a roll of tape, "Um, excuse me," she said as she began to tape the door. "There... Um, by the way... why didn't you tell me you were a magician as well as a PI?"
As the girl spoke a massive aura of essence flickered around her being filling the room with brilliant light. Penelope's eyes immediately darted to her intently peering into the aura. The girl was exceptionally strong for a mortal, and far too strong for one seemingly so young. With curiosity piqued the siren continued to peer into the girl's aura searching for what lay hidden beneath. She found nothing, only a spark of the Gift that remained yet unawakened. Penelope continued to gaze at the girl incredulously for a moment before turning to Alexander again. What manner of man surrounded himself with such companions?
Posted on 2009-09-15 at 23:10:39.
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Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: I love it I love it I love it!
That is just a glorious mental image!
So, we've got tons going on in this little room right now, eh? Poor ol' Alex is caught at the center of a rather nasty estro triangle! 
I'll have a post up tomorrow (Monday hit me like a ton of bricks).
Yahooooo Pandemonium!
Posted on 2009-09-15 at 00:13:56.
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Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: I done posted
Okay, post is up and Penelope has finally made it to Alex's place. She's subdued her essence to appear more or less mortal, it's likely Smoke will see through that. I figure as supernatural beings both Penelope and Smoke will be able to recognize one another, somewhat at least. Your thoughts Meri?
Oh and gboy, welcome aboard! If your curious about the Witchcraft world you can find the book we're drawing from on DriveThruRPG as a free download.
Posted on 2009-09-13 at 14:30:52.
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Topic: Witchcraft: Stare into the Night
Subject: Here I is!
Walking down North street Penelope ran a hand through her chestnut curls. She had intended on finding Alexander Sharpe earlier but the vampyre had kept her up later than anticipated. He was a fascinating man and it had been refreshing to talk to another who had lived as long as she. There were not many left from the Old World, the burning times had seen to that. Ancient bloodlines had been lost forever and those that remained now hid in the shadows. The siren sighed, what had come to pass had come to pass and there was little to do move with the changes as they happened. Still, the presence of another who had seen the passage of centuries was welcome.
It was not long before Penelope found Sharpe's offices, the Eye of Ra was displayed prominently on the door. Smoothing her skirt as she walked up the stairs of the grey stone building Penelope subdued her natural essence pattern to appear more like that of a mortal. It would not fool a true being of the supernatural, but most Gifted humans would see nothing more that a woman with a spark of the GIft. She had come seeking this man's help and it would not due to let him know her true nature just yet, with any luck he would remain in complete ignorance of it.
Reaching the top of the small stairway a small sign caught her attention, Sharpe Eye Invesitgations. Penelope ran a finger along the sign and smirked, she had found her brujo and it seemed he was a detective. Things could not have unfolded more perfectly. She gave her dark hair one last tussle before knocking on the door. Three raps and then Penelope stood back and waited.
Posted on 2009-09-13 at 14:23:03.
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Topic: Diabolic Genesis-Origins of Evil
Subject: ¡Nada de nada!
The moon elf removed her hand from the house and shook her head. Nothing. Her spell had revealed nothing. This house seemed able to twist her magics. Shaking her head Seluumiel turned to face the others.
"My divination has revealed nothing. The house remains, as before, shrouded in mystery. I see our only course is to enter the place again, let us hope that out ignorance will not mean our deaths."
Posted on 2009-09-12 at 23:04:28.
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Topic: Haunted Highlands
Subject: Ma'ia
As the caravan neared their destination Ma'ia Il'luume fingered the lock of her daughter's hair that she wore around her neck. A lock of hair. That was all she had left of Umei. These human wars had taken everything from her, and it was for this that she left the bounty of the southern lands to travel the untamed wilds of the northern highlands. Adaf Adshead had given her the opportunity to leave behind the warring humans. She did so without hesitation, if they wanted to kill one another then let them, the world would surely be the better for it.
So she found herself guarding a caravan of cargo wagons from ambush and raid. With four others Ma'ia had turned back raiding parties of orcs and humans alike. Three elves, a half elf, and a gnome were all that stood against whatever had lain hidden in the mountain pass. All had proved capable, a fact she was grateful for. Adaf Adshead had chosen his guards well.
With the wounds of her daughter's death still fresh Ma'ia had kept to herself for much of their sojourn through the mountain pass. Even so she was grateful for the presence of the other two elves. They were different she and they. In contrast to her dark complexion both women had the pale coloring common to elves outside of the rain forest and they were certainly more comfortable than she among the humans of the caravan. Still, when she needed companionship she often found herself among them, it was a luxury to hear her native tongue.
Then there was the gnome, Nordrog and the half elf, Oliander. Over the course of the journey the pair had taken a liking of one another and were often seen together. The gnome seemed kindly enough, but he often glanced at her with a look of knowing pity that Ma'ia found unnerving. Oliander was strange to her, despite the elven blood that ran through his veins he was as human as any other. Her own daughter had been born of mixed blood as well, but Umei had been far more elven than human. He was truly ignorant of elven ways and had his heritage not been evident she would have thought she and the other two elves were the first he had ever laid eyes on. Oliander did express an interest in learning about the elven people, and from time to time she would indulge his curiosity.
Ma'ia spent many a day in contemplation of the landscape. This wild was alien to her, the arid cragged cliffs were so unlike the humid shadows of her jungle homeland. Yet she found herself drawn to them yearning to understand the complexities that hid in the sparse wilderness. A salvation had been sent to her, a new wild to explore lay ahead of her and she would loose herself in it as she had once done in the Iuvia. Ma'ia would go on and she thanked the path of the rain for leading her.
Dirty's Roadhouse could be seen in the distance and the human caravaners moved about with an excited gait edging their horse forward with renewed energy. Ma'ia along with the other caravan guards stayed to the rear allowing the wagons to enter the roadhouse gates first. None seemed to mind the severed orc heads staked out along, but the sight made her sick. Orcs were vile creatures but making trophies of their heads was an abominable practice. Just as the final wagon began to pull into the roadhouse Ma'ia looked back to see a band of frenzied orcs materialize in the distance. At their front was a blotchy shaman and as her began to chant the creatures sprang forward with battle lust glinting in their eyes. The druid drew her copper blade and whirled into battle as the first orcs reached them. All the while her focus remained on the shaman in the distance, that creature would soon know the wrath of the wild. She was growing quite wearing of fighting, but such was the way of things.
Posted on 2009-09-12 at 22:50:03.
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Topic: Who Owns Rusty Dull Swords? (W.O.R.D.S.)
Subject: R.A.N.T.S.
Raging Armadillos Never Think Straight
Posted on 2009-09-11 at 13:17:10.
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Topic: Add On Story. Fill in 3 words!
Subject: eh?
complimentary safety guide.
Posted on 2009-09-11 at 13:11:45.
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Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: Ding-Dong?
ring-a-ling
Posted on 2009-09-11 at 13:09:44.
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Topic: Haunted Highlands Q&A
Subject: Hammer
It was my understanding that the game wouldn't really kick in until the 15th and we would have until then to get our first posts up. I've double booked myself with clients this week and won't be able get a post in until this weekend.
That being said I just want to confirm that as far as the orcs are concerned we only have time to react to them being there and can't actually do anything other than defend until the next round. Correct?
Posted on 2009-09-10 at 02:32:03.
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Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: ¡Claro que si!
Penelope Cruz, Penelope Rosa - same name same face 
Just give her grey eyes and it's a perfect match.
BTW, Eol the links aren't functioning well... might be me and my computer disease but thought I'd mention it.
Posted on 2009-09-07 at 17:56:50.
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Topic: Add On Story. Fill in 3 words!
Subject: tummy?
aches because I
Posted on 2009-09-07 at 17:53:33.
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Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: Butter? No NO, there's too much
Dairy
Posted on 2009-09-07 at 17:51:42.
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Topic: Witchcraft: Stare into the Night
Subject: Vampyres and Fairies
Penelope wandered through the dimly lit crowds of the after hours lounge. Red paper diffused the only lights in the place giving the space and old world feel. Men and women writhed together on couches and at the bar in some desperate attempt to connect before the night came to a close. A few of the men leered at her with lecherous intent in their eyes, she walked by them paying them little heed. On another night it might have amused her to play with one of them for a while, but tonight she had other matters on hand.
All her contacts within the supernatural underground had pointed to this place and the man that frequented it. Of all the supernatural creatures that inhabited Chicago Lucius Macaire Le Deschamps had been there the longest. He was a vampyre and like all of his kind he was entwined with the lives of mortals, if any could point her to the witch Mami Fortuna spoke of it would be him.
Penelope scanned the room for a sign of Lucius channeling the essence needed to pick a vampyre out of the crowd of mortals. Like all creatures of the supernatural world hiding among mortals was a thing of survival and vampyres did it well. Her grey eyes moved over the red lit room until they fell on a darkly alluring man, Lucius Macaire Le Deschamps. The vampyre sat in alone in a darkened corner of the lounge watching the coupling with a look of amusement and hunger. He held himself with an aristocratic, almost regal air as he sipped his drink in the shadows.
Locking eyes with the vampyre Penelope approached his table moving slowly through the crowd. His dark eyes lit up and he smiled with what seemed a genuine warmth as she took a seat next to him.
"Bonsoir mon chère," Lucius said as he reached out a hand. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"
Penelope laid her hand in his, his olive skin was paler than her own and slightly cool to the touch. She returned his smile and replied in silk tones, "How goes the hunt tonight?"
The vampyres eyes narrowed ever so slightly at her words and his grip tightened on her hand. Her smile remained and she cocked her head to the side fixing him with her grey eyed gaze. Lucius studied her with dark eyes as a pretty blonde waitress approached the table.
Before the girl could speak Penelope turned to her and smiled, "I'll have a rioja, mija, a well aged rioja."
The girl nodded and disappeared into the crowd. Penelope watched the girl walk off before returning her gaze to Lucius. With an unwavering smile she lifted her other hand to finger a curl of chestnut hair.
"Relax," she began coolly speaking in a soft voice. "I have not come to cause you trouble. I have need of information."
Penelope pulled the ornate pendant from her side pocket and laid it down on the table, "I found this outside my door, whoever left it there is watching me. Like all of us who walk hidden among the mortals I have certain discretions I would like to keep, you understand?"
At a nod from Lucius she continued, "An old seer told me I would find a witch in Old Town who could help me deal with this matter. Might you know where I can find him?"
Lucius leaned back in his chair studying her in silence. The vampyre's dark eyes traced over her every contour in search of something. Penelope returned the pendant to her pocket and for a moment let the vampyre glimpse her true essence pattern before once again concealing it. Recognition glittered in his eyes and she nodded. Despite her desire for secrecy it was at times necessary to reveal herself at least this much, and this was one such instance. She truly doubted Lucius would speak freely if he thought her mortal.
They sat there in silence, two immortals from the old world studying one another - he a vampyre and she a siren. The waitress returned with the glass of red wine interrupting their silence. Taking the glass Penelope looked up and smiled at the girl. She waited for the girl to disappear into the crowd again before leaning back and sipping the rioja. It was well aged and dry, certainly not the smooth and fruity crap the people of this age preferred. After another sip she placed the glass on the table and returned her attention to Lucius.
"It is strange to see one of you outside of the wild places. Your kind prefer caves and springs to cities chère, no?" he spoke his question matter of factly.
Penelope smiled and took another sip of wine, "The world has greatly changed, mi vida. You know that as well as I."
Lucius nodded and sipped his own drink swirling the dark liquid, "That is has, that it has."
He raised his glass to her and she raised her own to meet his. Their "chin chin's" echoed one another and both drank deeply from their glasses.
Lucius was the first to return his glass to the table and fixed her with his dark gaze, "It is not question, chère, of if I know where to find whom you seek, but whether or not I will tell you where to find him. He is one mortal I am rather fond of and I do not wish to send one such as yourself to his doorstep."
Still holding the wine glass Penelope returned the vampyre's gaze, "He has nothing to fear from me, I can assure you of that, corazòn. I swear, in the name of Diana, that I intend him no harm."
That seemed to satisfy Lucius and he smiled, "But of course, mon chère, and I will hold you to that. The man you are looking for is Alexander Sharpe, his offices are on North Street in Old Town. Just look for the Eye of Ra on the door."
Penelope returned his smile, "Gracìas mi vida."
Lucius simply nodded, "But of course. Now, cherè, why not stay for awhile? It is late and mortals need sleep more than you or I. It has been a very long time since I enjoyed the company of one my own age, I suspect the same is true for you?"
Smiling she sipped her wine, "Indeed, it has been very long."
Posted on 2009-09-06 at 18:04:29.
Edited on 2016-03-07 at 06:33:10 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Diabolic Genesis-Origins of Evil
Subject: Seluumiel
Following her companions Seluumiel once again moved through the woodlands in search of the phantom house. The familiar trail seemed to remember their footsteps and once again the unnatural fog thickened as they neared the place of the house. Spells ready at her fingertips the moon elf walked at the near center of the group as they moved through the fog towards the tell tale light in the fog. Before her eyes the glowing light materialized into the house as if it had been awaiting their return. She shuttered involuntarily as she neared the edifice.
At her side Tenacity addressed her with an eyebrow raised in questioning."It seems safe enough for you to meditate and study the house now. I'll keep vigil here."
Seluumiel faced the knight and nodded, "Many thanks for your vigilance, it may well be needed. I fear the house was awaiting us and the spell I intend is not quick to cast."
She stood silently for a moment before stepping forward to lay a hand on the house. As she moved her hands gathered the threads of the magical weave blending the divine and arcane arts together as one.
(OOC: Assuming we are all right in front of the house Seluumiel casts Indentify 1 MP)
Posted on 2009-09-04 at 22:52:19.
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Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: What is hard is...
Brittle
Posted on 2009-09-04 at 00:11:30.
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Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: Translations
Mami Fortuna: You! I know...
Penelope: Enough child, I have to speak with you.
Look at it and tell me what you see. Okay?
What did you see?
Mami Fortuna: That is the mark of the devil. There is a witch in the Old City that knows a lot about this. Talk to him and leave me in peace you fairy witch!
Posted on 2009-09-04 at 00:07:14.
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Topic: Witchcraft: Stare into the Night
Subject: A woman's vision
With the strange pendant grasped tightly in her right hand Penelope descended the creaky staircase of her apartment building. Someone was watching her and that left little doubt in her mind that this yet unknown watcher knew something of her true nature. That she could not allow, too much was at stake. Whoever they were she fully intended to make them rue the day they were born, and this pendant would lead her to them.
Penelope opened the door to her building and stepped out into the night once again. Turning she went out in search of the old seer.
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Mami Fortuna hobbled down an alleyway muttering to herself. She had managed to scrounge together a few coins and was looking forward to a real meal in the morning. She would have eggs, she liked eggs. The old woman padded down the sidewalk turning back onto a main street, there was a diner a few blocks down and she intended to be there when they opened.
The rhythmic clicking of heels on cement pulled her attention behind her. In the distance a familiar feminine figure approached. Mami Fortuna's eyes widened as the figure came more into focus. The woman was more beautiful than any she had seen before and there was an aura around that was not quite human. Recognition came to the old woman and she raised a gnarled finger to point at the woman.
"¡Tu! Yo se..."
"Para mija," the grey eyed woman spoke raising up her hand in a silencing gesture. "Tengo que hablar contigo."
The woman produced an ornate pendant and handed it to her, "Mirala y dime què tu ves. ¿Vale?"
Mami Fortuna took the pedant and gazed at it for a time. Slowly at first images and feelings came to her. Then the vision overtook her and she lost herself in the darkness. Mami Fortuna began to scream.
Gentle hands on her shoulders brought her back to the sidewalk and the streets. Her vision cleared and fell on the beautiful grey eyed woman.
"¿Què has visto tu?"
Mami Fortuna shook her head and threw the pendant at the woman, "Esa es la marca del diablo. Hay un brujo en la ciudad vieja que sabe mucho de este. ¡Habla con èl y dejame en paz hada bruja!" With that final utterance the old woman turned and fled down the street.
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Penelope ran a hand through her hair as she watched Mami Fortuna run down the street. Smirking she fingered the ornate pendant, it seemed the old woman had more than a spark of the Gift after all. She would have to watch her, but for now though she had other matters to draw her attention.
Wrapping the teal pashmina tight around her shoulders Penelope turned down an alleyway. Somewhere in the Old City there was a man who could help her and she would find him even if it meant scrounging the entire supernatural underground to do so.
Posted on 2009-09-04 at 00:01:39.
Edited on 2016-03-05 at 16:11:45 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Aria of the Thirteen
Subject: That...
Is a really interesting magic system. I loves me some complexity.
I'm mulling it all over now, but I'm sure very soon I'll have a plethora of questions.
Posted on 2009-09-03 at 13:00:38.
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Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: Oh you two!
I love where this is going, can't wait for everybody to meet...
Working up a post which I'll have up tonight (had some stuff come up last night that required my attention).
Welcome aboard Reralae. As to "awakening" Janelle, Penelope just might do it but only if doing so suits her purposes. We shall see.
Posted on 2009-09-03 at 12:54:50.
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Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: It puts the lotion in the basket...
Clarice
Posted on 2009-09-01 at 23:44:18.
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Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: Translations
I will post all translations for spanish conversations on here.
Eol, good job on the translation that's pretty much the jist of it. One thing:
¿Què has visto con estos ojos? = What have you seen with your eyes?
Anyway, we're moving right along (I loves it), should have some more Penelope and Mami Fortuna in a day or two.
Posted on 2009-09-01 at 23:39:45.
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Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: Old Lady...
Doiley
Posted on 2009-09-01 at 01:32:22.
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