Character Creation...

[Tadanori Oyama]

(Demons are cool. Just don't get us killed in our pre-game, this isn't Traveler.)

The emerald flashed dollar sights but the hammer practically hummed with history. The treasure hunter nudded the business man and gave him a knowing smile. "Now that, good sir, is a piece!" Peter's eyes fell on a man who looked positively stunned in his boots by the display. "Apparently some others agree..."

[Kroack]

Looking over what you wrote, I'm thinking the aspect i'm going to take from it is "I'm not alone anymore"

So there are other powers entering 'my' (loosely) city, some of them who need training, some of them who are lawbreakers....etc. I may have to take a more active roll in shepherding them etc. Perhaps as our story progresses I can offer you apprenticeship. I like the swap of our convictions and disciplines. We can learn alot from one another, but I can induct you into the larger wizarding world.


Do you think we soulgazed on that roof? If so we should make those rolls and determine what we learned from them...
Now as for who I'm picking...I'm going with Bronnen. I'll have it up in a bit.

If you want to play around with that, then it would be radical!

Although looking at it now, I didn't take soulgaze.

[ristarr]

Now if y'all need someone to procure a certain item from the museum, I happen to know someone who is pretty sneaky and has a certain moral flexibility concerning property ownership.

[Kroack]

We haven't even started playing, and I can tell this game is gonna be amazing.

[Bronnen]

I'm hoping it will. lol

Though my character is really the only close quarters fighter in the entire party.

[Kroack]

I took fists at great, but yeah you're right.

EDIT:
Completed 4th Aspects

Thaddeus! Phase four of yours. Got one

Met a man named Mordred, his car was broken down just outside the city limits. I was going to walk on by, but I noticed some wounds on his flesh, they looked like claw marks. I asked him what had happened, and he was reluctant to tell me at first, but after I brought him to a bar, he began to open up and tell me about his story. That's when the shit really started hitting the fan. Seems Mordred's got a few enemies, human and.... other. ((Didn't know if he'd been exposed to the supernatural yet so..)) There were these things he called Shen, not quite sure what exactly they were, but they looked like weird demon monkeys. At about 3 in the morning, most of the patrons in the bar just vanished, and there was this strange sound coming from outside. It disappeared after a few minutes, but then one of these things went flying through the window. Mordred took up a spear that he was carrying, strangely I didn't notice it until then) and just stabbed it. I looked outside and was able to see a whole host of them, probably 15 or more. Mordred pushed me outside, and that was the last I heard of him, until lately that is. I just thought he'd died, but I've been hearing stories, about a tall Norwegian fellow patrolling the alleys. Might be him.

Rudolph Fillian  

Phase Four -- Whose path have you crossed?
Story Title -- What a bunch of animals
Guest Starring -- Lucky Barlow

The biker gang took over a local hangout while passing through.  The leader maneuvered a young lady of minor magical powers into a bad situation.  Enjoying his absolute control over her, he even gave her a way out, a game of chance to get her out of the jam.  She convinced a stranger into helping her.  A self-proclaimed professional gambler.  The leader didn't care, since he would be able to control the game with his magic. Or so he thought.

He ended up losing to the gambler and lost his power over the girl.  After he lost, he ordered his guys to make an example of the gambler.  Rudolph was getting pretty fed up with the bikers at this point, sabotaged their efforts and helped the gambler and the girl make their escape.

(I’m really sorry about the length. I kind of got into it. It’s 1,000 words long, yeah. It’s also riddled with grammatical errors. I added a summary under the spoiler if you don’t want to read it all. RJ- If something doesn’t fit with your character, just let me know, and I’ll change it, okay? Also, if something is incorrect according to Dresdenverse cannon, I'll change it too.)


Dyers has a lot on his plate at the moment when a vampire summons a demon to take him out. Rudolph discovers the summoning chamber and gives chase. Dyers is attacked and manages to fend off the demon but falls off the side of his office building. Rudolph saves him through teleportation. The two manage to banish the demon. Fillian, being pursued by a warden leaves. Dyers gets a nasty headache.  

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Augustine Dyers

Whose Path Have You Crossed?
Story Title: Eternal Complications  

The Red Court gangs were getting bolder and more violent by the night. His company was in the middle of negotiating a large business deal, White Council affairs were becoming an increasingly strenuous affair, and now, to top it all off, Augustine was beginning to believe that the Vampires were up to something utterly evil. Dyers just couldn’t seem to focus. It was all so maddening.
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It was some time after the incident with the Gambler and Rudolph’s murder of the gang leader. Fillian was fleeing from something dangerous. He didn’t know what it was but it only began to pursue him after he broke the so called first Law of Magic. As he ran, Rudolph thought of the mad hobo who had disappeared after gloating about his necromantic abilities. Rudolph did not want to vanish, so he kept fleeing from his unnamed assailant. And it was because of this panicked state that Rudolph did not notice the St. Louis Police CAUTION tape around the large hole in the ground.
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Dyers felt a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach. He wasn’t a diviner, but he knew something was going down tonight. Standing up from a desk crowded with paperwork, Augustine exited his office and went out onto his balcony overlooking the city. Something just wasn’t right.

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Fillian woke up floating in a pool of water. He was in some sort of cave network. The hole he had fallen through was not visible. The water must have carried him away from the cave’s roof entrance. Rudolph waded to shore and collapsed in shock. He had broken his leg in the fall. Suddenly, he heard chanting. He was no expert but it sounded like a very powerful, and dangerous, summoning. Rudolph, wanting to learn more about whoever was attempting to summon something so hazardous, hobbled his way towards the noise.

A conversation echoed down the corridor as Fillian limped down the cave system.

“Why have you brought me here?” The voice sounded utterly otherworldly as if it were spoke by something not used to oral communication.

“Let us make this clear. We know your True Name. We don’t want to have to hurt you, but we will if you won’t cooperate.”

There was a long pause. The second voice sounded cold and calculating, a voice without remorse or compassion. Finally the summoned creature spoke, “Very well. What do you wish of me?”

“We want you to kill Augustine Dyers, a wizard who resided right here, in St. Louis.”

“And the payment?”

“Whatever you wish, within reason. After the deed is done.”

Another long pause followed. Then the creature said, “Very well. Let us adjourn.”
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Augustine Dyers felt something move into his office behind him. He turned to face a handsome man wearing an expensive suit and pants. Dyers instantly recognized him as one of the numerous Red Court Gang lords that operated within St. Louis.

“Hello, Mr. Dyers,” the man said curtly.

“Your attempts to kill me have all failed before, what makes you think it will work now?” Dyers asked as his hands reached for his tie and wand.

“We never killed you because we never brought decent company,” the vampire spoke as the door to Dyers’ apartment blasted off its hinges and demonic ooze entered into the room.

“You fools,” Dyers whispered as the vampire gang lord transformed into his alternate bat form and bull rushed him.
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Rudolph eventually managed to haul himself into the summoning chamber. Looking around, he was compelled to study the symbols drawn on the cave floor and the various magical items scattered around the room. However, he was more obliged to helping the wizard these horrid beings had targeted.

Rudolph followed a trail of slime, presumably something the creature left in its wake, out of the cave network onto the surface. He was in a park next to an office building somewhere in St. Louis, supposedly. The ooze led into the building. There was a sign on the door that read Dyers Corporation. Looking up into the night’s sky, Rudolph could see some commotion on a balcony on one of the upper floors. Limping to building entrance he could see the doors were locked and the elevators off. He had no choice, he had to journey through that “other place” to get to the balcony. He didn’t know its name but it was a dimension that the summoned creature would probably call home. He had only been there once, and he knew it was dangerous, but he had no other option.

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Dyers was tired. He managed to block off the balcony with a shield, effectively trapping the demon in his office. But the vampire just wouldn’t go down. It was wearing him down and he didn’t know how much longer he could fight.

With a flurry of motion they suddenly both fell against the balcony guardrail tumbled off the side whilst grappling with each other.

Dyers felt gravity take effect and began to plummet through the air. In his panic he let go of the vampire. Before he could collect his wits, somebody speared above him.
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Fillian messed up the reentry. After avoiding all the nastiness in that “other place”, he entered back into reality five feet from where he wanted to be. Instead of standing on the balcony, Fillian was standing next to the balcony in open air. Luckily for Dyers this placed the sorcerer in a position to save the wizard’s life. Grabbing on to the railing, Fillian managed to catch Dyers’ flailing hand. With great effort he hoisted Dyers up to the side of the balcony. Looking down, both of the men watched the vampire thrash its flightless wing as it plummeted through the air and smacked into the ground.

Both sorcerer and wizard looked at each other in contemplative silence. They shook hands and introduced themselves. Then they looked at the terrible monster wrecking havoc in Dyers’ office. Wordlessly, the two got to the business of banishing the creature. With their combined effort they worked through the night and managed to send the demon back from where it came.

Shocked at the price the vampires were willing to pay to control his innocent city, Dyers sat down at his desk while Fillian sat looking at the city. Perhaps he would come back someday, but he just couldn’t stay. His hunter was still on his trail. So he bid goodbye to the wizard and set out once again.
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Dyers woke up in morning with the biggest headache. He had, had the most tumultuous night. Vampire, demons, sorcerers, and now he had to talk to a warden about some lawbreaker. Was life ever going to become simple?      
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In the Works

So all together we get something like:

Augustine was interested in the new European cultural relics being shown off at the STL Art museum. He had heard rumors of some of them being of great power, and he needed to get a sense of them if he was going to keep his eye on them. While he was there he ran into two other powers.

With the lure of relics from across some of the oldest places around, Peter finds the newest display impossible resist. While turning an apprassing eye to the relics, the security, and the ladies, he crossed paths and wits with an impressive gentleman of fortune (the literal kind) by the name of Augustine.

Mordred looked about the museum, not seeing the relic that drew him to the place, but taking comfort in the threshold of the building all the same. It was strong, a place of power, of learning, quite like the monastery he grew up in. Even though he carried his spear in plain sight, no one seemed to pay any mind to it, it was as if they just ignored him completely.

But Augustine saw the spear. And felt the tinge of another nearby magical presence. Then the grand unveiling of the collection's most important piece happened. It was the largest emerald any of them had ever seen, and it was set directly in the pommel of a very very large warhammer. Three sets of eyes with three sets of intentions suddenly focused on it.

(so what do we want to do kids? go after it? protect it from something nasty? both? something else?)

[ristarr]

I moved some skills around.  I went with the 1-2-3-4-5 model. I made myself a little better fighter ( fists +3 ) and I am better at relieving people of their stuff.  And I still have the strong social skills. 

Tad, would Peter like to come out and go looking for some "treasure" that might be currently owned by someone?  I don't really use magic items, but I like to sell them, or I am sure there will be things that can be readily converted to cash.  I know some people that can sell stuff.  And I kinda need the cash.  I had Cleveland winning the NBA finals this year, and I don't even want to talk about what happened with the Colts.  Luckily, my bookie has easy payment plans.  He lets me do favors for him.  Seems like I always owe him favors.  Maybe I should leave the sports bets alone, but I had this hunch.

I heard about this granite ring that was supposed to be special.  It is currently possessed by a shady guy that hangs out at Harrah's a good bit and lives intown at Chase Park Plaza.  I know a guy that works there ...

new skills:
***** Burglary

**** Empathy
**** Contacts

*** Athletics
*** Fists
*** Deceit

** Rapport
** Stealth
** Presence
** Endurance

* Resources
* Alertness
* Investigation
* Discipline
* Conviction

[Bronnen]

Rj! We're waiting for you next!

Mordred wants things to happen!

I think someone should steal Mjolnir while he's focusing on keeping the demons out of the museum by increasing it's threshold. Only the strongest can come through while he's doing that so there'd be ample time to take the hammer and run, and that would give him a reason to find one of you, so he can find it.

[Arje]

Sorry, today was the longest busiest day...I need like an hour to decompress, and get some food in my stomach, and then the posting begins.

[Tadanori Oyama]

Tad, would Peter like to come out and go looking for some "treasure" that might be currently owned by someone?  I don't really use magic items, but I like to sell them, or I am sure there will be things that can be readily converted to cash.  I know some people that can sell stuff.  And I kinda need the cash.

Only if it's for the benefit of greater magical society. By which I mean more than one person. So yes. And the older something is the better the odds that Peter'd be willing to help. That does double if there happens to be any female security in need of distracting.

[Arje]

ok...

Let's go with something like.


A low rumble permeates the gala. Something inhuman is present. Everyone is plunged into darkness as the lights go out. Someone screams, and there is a sickening crunch of ripping flesh, then the thunderous pitter patter of running socialites. Suddenly, the lights are back on, and a horrible fanged monster some seven feet high is holding the remains of a young woman, and it's reaching for the hammer.   

[Bronnen]

Mordred reaches instinctively for Mjolnir, but his vision is impaired for a moment, and in that moment he feels pain. The museum itself is crying out in pain, the threshold has been broken.

The lights return, and a beast stands beside him. Mordred growls, the sound coming deep from his chest and surging forth like a tsunami, to sweep aside all those that stand in his way. The growl is meaningless, simply a method by which he focuses his mind, and attunes himself to the gifts given to him. The museum was in pain, but no longer. It strikes back, seeking to expel the beast from within its halls, aided by the might and faith of the soldier seeking to protect that which his god wielded.

((Hell yeah. That was very well written Bronnen, very well written.  And yes it's Bronnen writing this...))

[Tadanori Oyama]

Flesh monsters where vastly beyond the normal bargain of Peter's affairs. This called for teamwork. He addressed the stranger currently interjecting between the creature and the hammer: "Keep it busy! I have a plan!" Leaving the frontal assault to others and opting for a tried and true method from his own past, Peter maintained his distance, turning his attention to the other relics surrounding the central display, taking in carvings, images, and ancient writing as quickly as possible, searching for reference to the expulsion of demonic entities. Or failing that a nice crowbar to put between himself and those claws.

[Arje]

The man in the suit watched the others spring into action, and could feel the threshold being strengthened. This was still a public place, so even with the alterations beginning to change it, Dyers still had much of his power. He called on it now.

Bringing up his sword cane, and pointing it at the creature, he gathered his power. "Lococolumunus" He spat forcefully at the demon. The air began to distort and lens around it self, and a massive column of pure force collided into the demon with a locomotive's energy. Said demon went flying into the wall, thankfully right between two paintings instead of into one. Leaving a sizeable depression, it picked itself up, eyes burning with even more hatred.

"That's not good." Augustine said to no one in particular and with a very profound sense of understatement.

[Bronnen]

Mordred's grip tightened upon his spear, knowing that it would not kill the beast alone, yet he was ready to strike. His arm raised, moving to the ready to spit the demon's heart to his spine, and then he felt the wind beside him move, and the demon was sent flying.

"Wizards" he muttered under his breath, his disdain of them barely held back at the fact that the demon had already killed an innocent woman. "Keep away from Mjolnir, whatever you do, Do not touch it!" He fairly shouted these words, not wanting the sacred hammer to be defiled by their arcane touch, and trying to protect them from whatever it would do.

With those words still echoing in the air, he surged forth, spear thrusting forth, ready to kill the best.

((I gotta head off to bed, work early tomorrow morning))