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Jorvik: A Land of Snow & Ice

Game Master DSXMachina

A dark mystery in the ancient city of York.

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Female Humanish

I like the stopwatch. Very Blochian. The rest has to wait until I get home. :(

Cool concept.
Like the flavor.
You should be able to have some fun with that! :)

Female Humanish

Might be cool to have a little sponsored magic via a ghostly sidekick, but not sure you have enough to buy that. Kind of a benevolent haunt/spiritual watchdog.

Could name it something random like, say, Scully?

Funny. ;P

I thought about having him dabble in ectomancy, but that's probably better saved for the futuuuure.

I'd be interested in the source(s) of your inspiration for the PC?
(Other than the name, obviously. Even I can figure THAT one out!) :)

I ask because for some reason the Movie 'Dylan Dog, Dad of Night' popped into my head.
Not a great movie, but it was fun to watch. (I generally don't like horror movies, but this wasn't scary, more of a comedic adaptation of the comic book I guess?) ;)

So, in/out of game-wise, How 'exactly' are you going to play the pocketwatch?

It is the source of your being able to stay and function on this mortal plane, obviously, but does that mean that you drop dead (again?) if you fall victim to a pickpocket?

Or (I'm guessing this is more likely) It is closer to the genie/lamp idea, you are autonomous from the watch, but if someone (Oh I don't know, BBEG?!?) manages to get a hold of it, they could use a ritual/something to control you?

Dabbling in Ectomancy is a great idea. (Actually, your already doing it) ;P
Maybe not a full-blown ecto, That would cost a lot more refresh than you have left I think? But something like Treppa suggested might be good?

Although I don't know what to add Ecto-wise that your PC can't already do? SHort of going full-caster?
You can 'see & talk to the dead' which means that you have another source of information that NO one else (of the PC's) has access to. That's a pretty good advantage that most BBEG's won't be expecting. :)

We sneaking into a well-guarded BBEG lair? Right before we step into the death-trap, the LAST guy it killed pops up and warns you? All for the low price of 'kick the BBEG's @$$ for me'? ;)

Yeah I'm gonna stop giving the GM ideas now. Again. :/

Inspiration? Hmmm. Well, I knew from the start that he'd be undead. I suppose my original inspiration came from reading an issue of Wormwood: Gentleman Corpse. Just the one comic, but the imagery really stuck with me for some reason. Plot went over my head, though.

Of course, DSX didn't exactly want him to be rotting all over the place, understandably. So I guess it moved to something a little more like The Crow. The detective part came later - I originally envisioned him as something silly, like a lawyer or something.

As far as the watch goes, I figure it works kind of like a lich's phylactery. So it can be separated from him without him going kaput, it's just a bad idea. Items of Power are virtually indestructible if I recall correctly, but if its purpose is perverted, or if it's used as part of a ritual or something, that would definitely be bad news for Edwyn. :P

With ectomancy, I guess it'd fall under Ritual. Séances, exorcisms, voluntary spirit possession, stuff like that.

Cool. :)

Yeah I can see you adding those Ectomancy abilities later, as he 'grows' into his newfound powers.

Female Humanish

What's Edwyn's primary combat mode?

Gun control laws in the Netherlands are apparently very strict, but Edwyn knows how to shoot one. He may or may not own one illegally. Not that small arms are worth much of a damn against supernatural baddies. He might need to upgrade.

Otherwise he can just punch stuff. Either with some real martial arts or some good old fashioned street fighting.

All in all, he might be a bit borked in the combat department. :P

Female Humanish

Can't wait to see fisticuffs between Edwyn and Danny. They are the only ones with Fists skill.

Treppa wrote:
Can't wait to see fisticuffs between Edwyn and Danny. They are the only ones with Fists skill.

That is funny.

Even more so when you know that I originally only took it for 'flavor', (he has been hanging around those bad-@$$ girls) ;)
And that I almost dropped it in this latest round of re-vamping Danny.
But I remembered Treppa's earlier comment, and decided to keep it.

Looking forward (hopefully?) to the scene when Danny gets tired of talking to Mr McBadGuy, and just punches him in the nose! :D

Female Humanish

Like this?

As I've said, a Scot in England will never go unarmed. ;)

All in all, I like the concept -- though I'm not sure you can afford everything you're hoping for on 8 refresh. ;)

Evil GM

You've got a gig with a couple of others lined up in the beer tent later, not a spectacularly long/big/well-paying one (although there was the promise of an open bar).
Of course Min & Lin have heard about the gig and wheedled there way into joining Danny.


DSXMachina wrote:
** spoiler omitted **


[spoiler]Oh goodie. NOW Danny has to 'behave' himself (As much as he ever does) AND he'll likely need a cold shower later! ;P Oh yeah, This'll be fun. ;)[/ooc]

Female Humanish

I knew that if I procrastinated long enough, someone else would post.

An excellent strategy.

Yeah, I got tired of waiting. ;P

(Patience is a virtue. It's just not MY virtue.) -_-

Now somebody jump in and save me! I've been out of practice, my writing needs help! ;P

Female Humanish

I will be under anesthesia twice in the next 6 days. I promise to post as soon as I can sit upright. That should entertain you.

Oh yes, looking forward to that!

If 'Treppa on anesthesia' is anything like 'Rags on anesthesia' it should be VERY entertaining. :)

That does sound like a lot of fun. ;)

Evil GM

Hmmm, so I backed the DF co-op card game. As a finale....

First Chapter of Peace Talks:

Chapter One

My brother ruined a perfectly good run by saying, “Justine is pregnant.”

That kicked me completely out of my mental zone, and suddenly I became aware of the burning in my legs, my heavy breathing. I dropped out of gear and gradually slowed down, until I was walking. In the blue light of July pre-dawn, Montrose Beach was deserted. It wasn’t hot yet. That’s why I was up at oh-God-thirty.

Thomas slowed down too, until we were walking side by side. His dark hair was pulled back into a ponytail. Like me, he wore an old T-shirt, sweatpants, and sneakers. He was one of those men who was so good looking that it made people check around to see if they were being punked.

He was also a vampire.

“Let me get this right. You pick me up this morning,” I said. “We came all the way down here. We did six miles in the sand and neither of us said a word. The whole city is still and quiet. We’ve barely seen a moving car.” “Yeah?” Thomas asked. I scowled. “So why’d you have to go and ruin it?”

His mouth twitched at the corner. “Sorry to spoil your man-time there, Hemingway.”

“Nnngh,” I said. We had reached the end of our last lap and were almost back to the cars anyway. I stopped and turned toward the lake and breathed. The weighted vest I was wearing pinched at something on my shoulder, restricting its movement, and I rolled it irritably.

Far out over the lake, the blue had begun to lighten. Sunrise would be soon.

“You sure?” I asked.

“Very,” he said.

I glanced aside at him. The ideal symmetry of his face was stretched tight with tension. His eyes, which were sometimes blue, usually grey, were tinting toward reflective silver. I knew the look. He was Hungry.

“How did that happen?” I asked him.

He looked aside at me without turning his head and lifted his eyebrows.

I scowled. “I mean, weren’t you careful?”

“Yes,” Thomas said. “And my kind are all but infertile to boot. Happened anyway.”

“What happens now?”

“The usual, mostly. Except that the baby’s Hunger will draw life energy from Justine. She’s going to be fed upon continuously for the next seven and a half months.”

I studied him. “Is that dangerous?”

He swallowed. “According to the family records, just over fifty percent either don’t survive the delivery or die shortly after.”

“Hell’s bells,” I said. I kept staring out at the water. Blue had given way to lighter blue and then to the first wash of gold. Chicago was starting to wake up around us. The wash of noise from the streets had begun to escalate by slow degrees. Birds in the sanctuary at the end of the beach were beginning to make noise.

“I don’t know what to do,” Thomas said. “If…”

He didn’t continue. He didn’t have to. There was a universe of pain residing in those ellipses.

“You’ll be fine,” I said. “I’ll help.”

“You?” Thomas asked. A faint smile lightened his profile for a second.

“I’ll have you know I’ve been a full time dad for well over a month, and Maggie isn’t dead yet. I clearly have mad parenting skills.”

The smile faded. “Right. But… Harry…”

I put my hand on his shoulder. “Don’t borrow trouble,” I said. “There’s plenty of that going around without looking for more of it. Whatever needs to happen to take of her, we’ll do it.”

He stared at me for a silent moment and nodded once.

“Meanwhile,” I said, “you should probably focus on taking care of yourself so you can be there for her.”

“I’m fine,” he said, waving one hand.

“You don’t look fine.”

That made him jerk his head toward me and glare. The expression changed him. Suddenly he looked less like a human being and more like something carved from marble. Angry, angry marble. I felt my shoulders tense up in the presence of a creature I knew was genuinely dangerous. He glared at me, but he had to look up to do it. My older brother is right around six feet tall, but I’m six-nine. Usually, I have a commanding advantage when looking down at him. Today, I had less than usual, since I was standing in a depression in the sand. His voice was cool. “Leave it, Harry.”

“If I don’t,” I asked, “are you gonna punch me?”

He scowled at me.

“Because you know. I’m all Captain Winter now. It might not go the way you assume it would.”

He sneered. “Please. I’d hogtie you with your entrails.”

I squinted at him. Then I spoke carefully and slowly. “If you don’t take care of yourself and act like a sane person,” I said, “maybe we’ll find out.”

He scowled and started to speak, his expression darkening.

“No,” I said, simply. “No, you don’t get to do that. You don’t get to go into an emo vampire angst spiral over this. Because that’s selfish, and you can’t afford to think that way. Not anymore.”

He stared at me for a while, his expression furious, then thoughtful, then disturbed.

Waves rolled in on the beach.

“I have to think of them,” he said.

“Good man would,” I said.

His grey eyes stared out at the lake. “Everything is going to change,” he said.


“I’m scared,” he said.


Something in his body language relaxed, and suddenly he was just my brother again. “I’m sorry,” he said. “That I got edgy. I… don’t like to talk vampire stuff with you.”

“You’d rather pretend we were just normal brothers, with normal problems,” I said.

“Wouldn’t you?” he asked. I squinted down at my feet for a while. “Maybe. But you can’t ignore things that are real just because they’re uncomfortable. I’ll sit on you and make you take care of yourself if I have to. But it’s probably better for them if you do it.”

He nodded. “Probably. I have a solution in mind,” he said. “I’ll work on it. Good enough?”

I raised both of my hands, palms out. “I’m not your dad,” I said. Then it was my turn to frown. “Your dad’s side of the family going to be an issue?”

“When aren’t they an issue?”

“Heh,” I said. Silence stretched. Over the lake, the sky began to swell with the first faint band of deep orange.

“Sometimes,” Thomas said, “I hate what I am. I hate being me.”

“Maybe it’s time to work on that,” I said to him. “Isn’t really the kind of thing you want to teach to a little kid.”

He glowered at me. Then he said, “When the hell did you get deep?”

“Through experience, wisdom I have earned,” I said, in Yoda’s voice. But it tickled my throat weirdly and made me start coughing. I dealt with that for longer than I should have needed to, and was straightening up again when Thomas said, his tone suddenly tighter, “Harry.”

I looked up to see a young man approaching us.

Carlos Ramirez was of average height, maybe of a little more than average muscle. He was filling out, getting that solid adult look to him, though for some reason I still expected to see a gangly kid in his early twenties whenever I saw him. He’d grown his dark hair out longer. His skin was bronzed from inclination and the sun. He walked with difficulty, limping and leaning on a thick cane carved with symbols—his wizard’s staff. He wore jeans and a tank top and a light jacket. Ramirez was solid, a proven fighter, a good man to have at your back, and was one of a very few people on the White Council of Wizards that I considered a friend.

“Harry,” he said. He nodded warily at Thomas. “Raith.”

My brother nodded back. “Been a while.”

“Iowa,” Ramirez agreed.

“Carlos,” I said. “How’s your back?”

“I know when it’s going to rain now,” he said, flashing me a quick grin. “Won’t be dancing much for a while. But I won’t miss that damned chair.”

He held up a hand. I bumped fists with him. “What brings you out from the coast?”

“Council business,” he said.

Thomas nodded and said, “I’ll go.”

“No need,” Ramirez said. “This is going public this morning. McCoy thought it would be good for someone you knew to let you know, Harry.”

I grunted and unfastened the damned weight vest. White Council business, typically, gave me a headache. “What is it this time?”

“Peace talks,” Ramirez said.

I arched an eyebrow. “What, seriously? With the Fomor?”

The supernatural world had been kind of topsy-turvy lately. Some lunatic had managed to wipe out the Red Court of Vampires completely, and the resulting vacuum had destabilized balances of power that were centuries old. The biggest result of the chaos was that the Fomor, an undersea power hardly anyone had spoken about during my lifetime, had risen up with a vengeance, taking territory from various powers and wreaking havoc on ordinary humans.

“A convocation of the Unseelie Accord signatories,” he confirmed. “Every major power is coming to the meeting. Apparently, the Fomor requested it. They want to resolve our differences. Everyone’s sending representatives.”

I whistled. That would be something. A gathering of influential members of the greatest powers in the supernatural world, in a time where tensions were high and tempers hot. I pitied the poor town where that little dinner party was going to take place. In fact…

I felt my mouth open. “Wait. They’re doing it here? Here? In Chicago?”

Ramirez shrugged. “Yeah, that’s why McCoy sent me to tell you.”

“Whose stupid idea was that?” I asked.

“That’s the other reason McCoy sent me,” Ramirez said, grinning. “The local Baron offered his hospitality.”

“Marcone?” I demanded. Gentleman Johnnie Marcone, former robber baron of Chicago’s outfit was now Baron Marcone, the only vanilla human being to sign the Unseelie Accords. He’d managed that a few years ago, and he’d been building his power base ever since.

“That stunt he pulled with Mab this spring,” I said, scowling.

Ramirez shrugged and spread his hands. “Marcone manuvered Nicodemus Archleone into a corner and took everything he had, without breaking a single one of the bylaws of the Accords. Say what you will about the man, but he’s competent. It impressed a lot of people.”

“Tell me that the Council doesn’t want me to be our emissary.”

Ramirez blinked. “Wait, what? Oh… oh God, no, Harry. I mean… no. Just no.”

My brother covered up his mouth with one hand and coughed. I chose to ignore the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.

Ramirez cleared his throat before continuing. “But they will expect you to be the Council’s liaison with Winter, if needed, and to provide security for the Senior Council members in attendance. Everyone will be conducting themselves under guest-right, but they’ll all bring their own muscle too.”

“Trust but verify,” I said. I took off the weighted vest with disgust and tossed it onto the beach. It made an extremely weighty thump when it hit.

Ramirez arched an eyebrow. “Christ, Harry. How much does that thing weigh?”

“Two-twenty,” I replied.

He shook his head. His expression, for a moment, was probing and pensive. I’d learned to recognize the look—that ‘I wonder if Harry Dresden is still Harry Dresden or if the Queen of Air and Darkness has turned him into her personal monster’ look.

I get that one a lot these days. Sometimes in the mirror.

I looked down at my feet again, and studied the ground. I could see it better as the sun grew nearer the horizon.

“You sure the Senior Council wants me to be on the security team?” I asked.

Ramirez nodded firmly. “I’m heading it up. They told me I could pick my own team. I’m picking you. I want you there.”

“Where you can more easily keep an eye on him,” Thomas murmured.

Ramirez grinned, and inclined his head. “Maybe. Or maybe I just want to see some more buildings burn down.” He nodded to me and said, “Harry. I’ll be in touch.”

I nodded back. “Good to see you, ‘Los.”

“Raith,” Ramirez said.

“Warden Ramirez,” my brother answered.

Ramirez shambled out, leaning on his cane, moving without grace but with considerable energy.

“Well,” Thomas said. He watched Ramirez depart, and his eyes narrowed in thought. “It looks like I’d better get moving before things get complicated.”

“You don’t know that,” I said. “Maybe it’ll be a nice dinner, and everyone will sing Kumbaya together.”

He eyed me.

I looked down at my feet again and said, “Yeah. Maybe not.”

He snorted, clapped my arm, and started walking back to the car without saying anything further. I knew he’d wait for me.

Once he was gone, I stepped out of the depression in the sand and picked up my weight vest. Then I turned and studied it as the sun began to come up in earnest and I could finally see clearly.

I’d been standing in a humanoid footprint.

It was well over three feet long.

There was a line of them, with several yards stretching between each one. The line lead toward the water. The rising lakeshore breeze was already beginning to blur the footprints’ outlines.

Maybe their appearance was a complete coincidence.

Yeah. Maybe not.

I slung the weighted vest over my shoulder and started trudging back to the car. I had that sinking feeling that life was about to get hectic again.


One- There is a Co-op Dresden Files Card Game?!? WHY haven't I heard of this!?!?!?!


Erm,.. <Cough> I mean, Thank you for sharing.

Evil GM

Well it was on it won't be out for a year or so :P

PS. the spoiler is a Spoiler :P

Ah yes KS, yet ANOTHER thing I cannot afford to give any money too.
No matter how badly/much I may want to!

<Makes note to check out KS for DF card game>

And in my defense, the Spoiler has a TITLE, I mean c'mon! ;P

And I didn't spoil anything, just sort of,... geeked out a little.

(OK OK, ... a LOT,... But still)


<Read the above line in the voice of Rhino the Hamster from Bolt>


Female Humanish

I am sitting up, but unfortunately they only gave me a hypnotic. No deep general anesthesia, so I'm no fun at all. No yelling "HEY, WHY IS EVERYONE ASLEEP?" in the recovery room today.

And most likely a Bier block for the finger repair, so no silly times. :(

I was looking forward to 'Treppa on Anesthesia'.

Sad wizard is sad.

BUT he hopes that Treppa is feeling better? :D

Female Humanish

I will feel better once my finger bones are pinned, tendons reattached, and it's no longer wiggling around like a loose milk tooth.

As for today's procedure, clean living and a love of fiber-rich vegetables wins the day. I have the colon of a 20-year-old.

I'm not telling who I got it from.

Female Humanish

So it was general anesthesia followed by heavy painkillers.

Writing up a post now.

Female Humanish

York has a ghost rabbit? O_o

Evil GM

Better than a lycanthropic bunny.

OK, NOW I have to read about the Ghost-Rabbit,... O_o

Female Humanish

Between long stretches of sleep and shorter bouts of staring at the wall, drooling, I have written four paragraphs. Two or three more, and I'll be ready to post. Backing off the Percocet, but it's pretty painful when I do.

Hey when I had kidney surgery, I hated what the painkillers they gave me did to my brain. I swear I could FEEL my synapses not firing right) So I weaned off of them asap and went to Tylenol/Ibuprofen quick as I could. :)

Course it was hydrocodone, I'm not sure I've ever had Percoset?

Well, have fun sleeping and drooling!
We'll see you (and your post) when you regain consciousness,... and coherence.

Female Humanish

Percocet is oxycodone. I've ramped up the ibuprofen today and cut the opioids back to half-tablets, but my nerve impulses are still running like pitch drops. I really do hate this stuff. Can't imagine how people get addicted. It's not fun and doesn't feel good (though the lack of pain is very nice).

Ah, now I know. :)

Yeah, the lack of pain was wonderful.
But I also do not understand how people get addicted to those things? As I did NOT like the way they made me not-think.

Argh, I can't explain it. I just did not enjoy the way (Other than the lack of pain) the pills made me feel. It was like my brain was swimming in jell-o. Backwards. Blindfolded. And I hated the flavor. :P

Yeah, get better soon. :)

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