Jorvik: A Land of Snow & Ice

Game Master DSXMachina

Sal shakes her head. "No, the picture didn't look like him at all. It was some sort of rite or ritual or... something. And it was hideous, full of devils or demons or whatever. Very nasty." She tilts her head at 'Maya'. "Maybe the lady can enlighten us, since she didn't seem to like it too well."

Her hand drifts up to take Letitia's proffered glass, but she suddenly seems to be aware of what she's doing and yanks it back as if burned, shaking her head at the Warden with a strained smile.

Danny grins, remembering the LAST time he saw these two ladies with wine in their hands,... He quickly hides his grin in his cider when Sal glances his way.

Letitia bobs her head; 'Sorry!' Sal can almost hear her thoughts.

"Really? You wish me to enlighten you." Maya replies; "Then so be it..." There seems to be a light ring of a bell.

"Marvin," there's a nod to the nervous man in the chaise-long. "he had been co-opted by a fiend, to create a masterpiece for it. Unbeknownst to the artist. A hideous vile painting, which during it's creation would bond with him. Corrupting him until, from the conduit would burst forth a devil unleashed upon the world."

Maya pauses to let this sink in; "I broke his hand, but even that barely slowed him. And his protector would not let me close again."

"So you killed the painting? So what was baldy doing with his creepy whispers? And what did your cutting do to Nervous Marvin?"

"Cut his soul out of the paint." Maya answers clearly; "That thing was corrupting him." The disgust clear in her voice.

The tall Sven approaches Tangris, with a nod. "You look just like your great-grandfather." says the man who could barely touch his thirties at oldest.

"Wait, you knew my great-grandfather? I'm sorry, but who are you?" Tangris looks quite disturbed. While he'd been told about his blood-family, he'd never known anyone but the Bjornssons: tall, blond and desperatly Nordic, unlike the short, rough Tangris. "You mean the Bjornssons' great-grandfather, right?"

Kenneth's mobile phone rings:

"Sven Olafsson, at your service. Oh, not the Minnesota Bjornssons', but your Maternal Great-grandfather. He worked for my brother, old Gregor was a solid hand and his turnip stew was a wonder." the man says kindly, his eyes going slightly misty eyed. From his side Laura looks up at him strangely.

Kenneth winces at Laura's tone, "What can ye tell me? Should I bring anyone or anything?"

Tangris slumps slightly. "I...I never knew any of my blood relatives. The Bjornssons told me it was for my own good, that I would have been in danger if they hadn't sheltered me, but they never said why. I don't know if they knew. Wait, your brother? You mean...Thor is your brother?" Tangris' eyes go wide. He's seen a lot of strange stuff, but an actual god?!? In front of him?!?

'Sven's eyes go wide and flick to his wife at his side, he nudges her elbow and her drinks 'accidentally' spills upon her dress. With some nervousness and embarrassment, she apologises and starts to move towards the bathroom to clear up. Bunny decides to go with her and help clean her up.

Pushing his hair out of his face; "She doesn't know." he pauses "It was for your own good, the Bjornssons are good people. They had hoped that it wouldn't have been passed onto you."

He sounds slightly jaded, but pleased with the stout man. "Good to hear that you've been using your abilities to help people."

"Nice save." Danny tells 'Sven'.

"Must be hard on your cleaning bill though." He smiles.

Danny looks between Sven and Tangris with a look of confusion.

"Um, not too be too nosey, but 'abilities'? I gathered by the way you jumped onto mr spooky there you were clued in, but,... um,..." He looks embarrassed.

"How's the politically correct way to say 'Exactly Who or What are you'?"

Tangris grins. "I am a great and powerful wizard, oh nosy one! Ask not for I am quick to anger and slow to stop setting you on fire."

To Sven: "It? What's it?"

"And here I thought it was 'Do not meddle in the affairs of wizards, for you are crunchy and good with katsup'. Or is that dragons? I get those confused." Danny responds wryly.

"The polymorphism." Sven says calmly, "The secret held in your blood. An oath that binds upon both sides." there's a little shrug indicating that he is not invoking it, just making the man aware of it.

Kenneth drops his smartphone into his sporran and says, "B!*$+*&s."

He looks to the others and says, "'Twould appear this isnae the only excitement in town tonight. Apologies, Bright Lord, and please give my regards tae your lovely wife and tae Bunny.. but according to Laura -- the other Laura --"

His voice changes to a thicker, slightly slurred Brit accent, "...there's trouble out at mill."

"Polly-who now?" Tangris is clearly baffled.

Sven leans forward with a whisper; "Shape-shifting. Changing your form and perspective upon life."

But he looks slightly worried at Kenneth's announcement. Letitia stands up straight; "Should I secure the painting remnants or come with you?"

Maya smiles a rubs the stubble to the side of her scalp.

Sal's bright black eyes search the bard's face intently, concern evident. She has a few hundred questions, but boils them all down to one.

"Anything I can help with?"

"If Ken looks concerned, I'm gonna with 'yes' on that one." Danny sighs.

Tangris grins sort of stupidly. "Um, well, things didn't exactly skip me. I still get all goaty at times."

Sven smiles kindly, there's a grand-fatherly feel to the man - despite his youth and vigor. "That's good, I know there can be consequences to it. Maybe I can help you, that's why - when the auguries said you were coming North I invited you here."

"York is a cross-roads, where 3 rivers meet and ancient blood has been spilt. The energies are barely contained in the walls... like all boundaries they mustn't fall." His eyes shine with unknown prophecy, before dulling to their usual vivid hue.

Sipping further at his drink; "Anyway you have my hospitality, you drive?" he asks Tangris.

"I can drive, yeah. But I don't have a car here, I've just been hitting public transit and bumming rides."

Kenneth looks to Letitia and says, "Best grab the painting... I'd hate tae see it vanish in the confusion, and I'd still like a chance tae take a wee gander at it... and I cannae think ay a better guardian than a Warder of the Grey Council... "

He nods at Sal and Danny, "Especially since I'll hae Danny and Sal with me tae deal with the mess.... though we cannae all fit on my motorcycle."

Sven chucks the keys to Tangris; "It's the wife's mini, if you could give these guys a lift. Meet us back here." He leans into the man and whispers; "Always good to know what's going on."

Kenneth looks to Letitia and says, "Best grab the painting... I'd hate tae see it vanish in the confusion, and I'd still like a chance tae take a wee gander at it... and I cannae think ay a better guardian than a Warder of the Grey Council... "

He nods at Sal and Danny, "Especially since I'll hae Danny and Sal with me tae deal with the mess.... though we cannae all fit on my motorcycle."

"Right. We'll be there to deal with the ,... Waitaminute. WHY, exactly, do we all need to fit on your motorcycle?" Danny asks, clearly confused with the turn the conversation has taken.

"Did I miss something? I swear I need a score card to keep track of you guys sometimes,... or a translator."

Tangris catches the keys and smiles somewhat wanly. 'If I crash the car of a god, which hell will that consign me to?'

"So, where are we going?"

Sal glances at Danny and Tangris and shakes her head with a tiny smile.

"I call b&!+@ seat! You snooze, you lose, gentlemen," she grins, eyes glinting with excitement as she grabs Kenneth's arm, "Give them directions and let's blow this pop stand, Braveheart!"

The idea of getting clear of an art gallery and into action is clearly appealing.

Kenneth starts toward the door as the others start to untangle themselves. He turns a few feet away and says, "'Tis the York PD HQ. I heard shots, so there really isnae time tae keep discussing it. Ye can follow if ye dinnae ken where that be, but I'm --" He pauses and smiles at Sal at she takes his arm -- " -- sorry, we're -- going now."

He graciously turns back to Sal, "Milady, thy steed awaits," and leads her at a brisk pace out the front doors and towards his motorcycle.

Sal trots alongside the taller man.

"I've got only a pistol and a knife, but you can have either if you need a weapon," she says easily as she jog-trots, obviously accustomed to the exercise, "You probably don't need a weapon to be dangerous, do you?"

An involuntary 'ahhh' escapes her as she spots the motorcycle. "Now this is more like it! Vespas don't cut it. Sweet ride, man."

Kenneth shakes his head, "I dinnae use guns, and while, sadly, I cannae carry my sword about to such occasions, after years ay betrayals by the cursed English, a Scot is never unarmed in formal garb. I hae my sgian-dubh, a Scottish dirk, and my new archer's gauntlet tae try out.... and, if things look very bad, I hae a bit ay alchemy to summon my sword... or tap directly intae the Flames of Kildare."

He swings a leg over the classic bike, turning his key and kick-starting it in a fluid well-practiced motion, "Aye, I'm raither fond ay her myself... She's a '73 Norton Commando, the year they upped the engine tae 850... I've always liked the classic lines better, and she's auld enaw that I dinnae hae tae fash abit accidentally hexing it... which is also why I dinnae hae an electric starter... She's no Triton or Triumph Bonneville, but she'll get the job done."

With that, he revs the engine and says, "We can admire her more later. For now, let's go."

Are Tangris and the others following Kenneth to the police station or to some other location?

Sal swings onto the seat behind Kenneth, leaning back while he gets the bike started, then wrapping thin, wiry arms lightly around his middle before he accelerates away. She rides easily, leaning with the turns and keeping her touch light to avoid bothering the driver.

Ahhh, this is nicer than an art gallery. She smiles slightly in the darkness, glad she didn't do much to her hair tonight and enjoying the feel of the wind. But the driver's tension and urgency is clearly communicated through his body and the way he drives, quickly bringing to mind their mission. Too bad the destination is so grim. The thought is enough to quash her incipient happiness and start the adrenaline flowing, sharpening her senses and preparing her body and mind for grisly work to come.

"Gunshots?! Why not just call, the police,... oh, It WAS the police, you said that, didn't you?" Danny murmurs. He facepalms himself.

"Guns, I bloody hate guns." He snarls in an unconsciously perfect imitation of the local dialect.

"Whelp. Guess we'll chat more later!" he says cheerfully to 'Sven' as he bows towards Tangris with an exaggerated bow.

"After you Tangerine! Your driving! Later chaps!" he grins and follows the others out the door.

I'm pretty sure we're headed to the police station. Other than the art gallery that's the only action I think is happening right now! :)

"Tangerine? Oh Danny my boy, we are going to have such a fun drive, you and me..." Tangris smiles a very unpleasant smile as he slides into the driver's seat and starts the engine.

As the group leave the Gallery Sven's wife and Bunny re-enter Bunny bouncing enthusiastically. Whilst at her side the librarian is transformed (NSFW), Bunny appears to have thrown a ton of make-up upon the woman and imbued her own touch to the mousey lady.

Yep, Tangris & Danny going to the Police Station is a good idea. Do you want any other NPC's. It seems Letitia is taking the painting for safe-keeping. There's Andrew, Bunny or Maya if you wish to take anyone else?

Outside, the air is cool but significantly warmer than it has been. There is little need for a heavy jacket at all.

Tangris hops in the Mini and starts it up. Following after the motorcycle he tries to remember which side of the road he's supposed to drive on...

Sal doesn't know any of them beyond tonight, so would not think to invite them.

Keeping Left, Tangris is slightly surprised how quickly you can get from one side of the city to another....especially if you are responding to an emergency. Gliding through the night like a western stage, the out-riders of Sal & Kenneth carve the way for Tangris and Danny's coach. Over the bridges and through the yellow-hue streets, illuminated by the ochre street lights.

The noise of the streets seem to fade, as if the authority of the Police Station drowned out the complacent sounds of the citizens. Then the night air is shattered by a gunshot...

In front of the brick authoritarian building is a saloon vehicle, a man sat in the drivers seat. He seems to be deliberately not paying attention to the building.

The lights of the reception area are on full, though a shattered glazed fascade stands as evidence to the wrong-doing.

Around the side of the buildings a wrought iron gate stands askew, seemingly knocked from the hinges.

Kenneth waits for Sal to dismount before getting off the bike, his blue eyes widening as they take in the scene, then hardening quickly as he hears the gunshots.

"I dinnae like it, an I dinnae care tae be shot by the cops on the way in."

He points to the SHOT-OUT LIGHTPOST and says to Sal, "If we head there, we should be able tae avoid being seen right off, which means we should either be able tae peek in an get an idea of what's going on.. and, if need be, tae climb up to the roof where there's a DOOR PROPPED OPEN FOR SMOKERS."

Danny gets out of the car, glad the trip wasn't too uncomfortable, as Tangris had to concentrate to stay on the correct side of the road. (Although he practiced saying 'pleasedon'thurtme' in his mind just in case.)

"Hey Tangris." He says, carefully pronouncing it correctly this time.

"I'm new to the English scene, and I know they're all calm, cool and proper and all. But doesn't that guy sitting in that car, in front of the Police station, seem to be just a little TOO good at ignoring the gunshots coming from inside?" He asks, pointing at the car in question.
Danny looks over to to see what Ken and Sal are doing, and sees Ken pointing to the roof.

Sal is up on the footpegs and hopping off the bike by the time Kenneth slides it to a stop, reaching under her jacket for her pistol. She crouches by the bike, keeping a low profile in the darkness, and nods at Kenneth's words.

"What about your friend inside? Do they know we're coming and not to shoot us? Can you tell 'em we're here?"

She watches the little mini race into the yard and park. "Cavalry's here."

Kenneth winces slightly at Sal's question ...Aye, she does know and she will... assuming she hasnae been shot herself..., but shakes away those thoughts, ...Ye were too late once, lad, and just coming intae your gifts.. Ye'll save this one...

He forces himself to smile and replies, "Aye, she'll tell them not tae shoot us, but that only helps if we find her before anyone else with an itchy finger. I dinnae ken the lot of the bobbies within...I haenae been in York for a year!"

His forced smile becomes a more natural smirk as he adds, "..and I amnae quite that delinquent."

Outside it's dark and some steps lead upto the second storey roof where the door is open, some smoker must have left it open.

(I have a couple of pdf's of the site to give you a rough idea of the buildings. Not sure if/where there is any sharing site to use)

Tangris jumps out of the Mini and heads over toward the others, moving quickly, as if he's perfectly correct in being here. He heads over to the fire escape and trots up, his feet nimble and sure on the stairs.

Coming up behind Kenneth, he murmurs quietly, "So, what's the situation? What are we walking into?"

Still got no idea (without using some sort of fileshare) how to get a couple of pdf's to you. So any way...

The solid steel steps with their open risers lay before you, loud steel teeth ready to clack at the incautious. They lead to a large flat gravelled roof, stretching the entire length of the building. Thick, sharp and heavy gravel...

Street lights appear to have been knocked out, possibly by the attackers hoping that it'll stop the surveillance camera's picking up anything.

Standing out is a small building with an open door, cigarette butts litter the ground near it. The doorway yawns open leading down into the heart of the building.

If you approach this way, than an Alertness roll

Alertness: 4d3 - 8 + 3 ⇒ (3, 3, 2, 3) - 8 + 3 = 6

Floor Plan & Site Plan (Hopefully you can open these? They are only to give you an impression of the area.)

Tangris notices that there is a small cloud of smoke coming from the opposite side of the raised stairwell. A least one of the cigarettes is still smouldering upon the gravel in front of the door.

Aye, cap'n. Never make a character without one. Or... rarely make a character completely devoid of one.

Duana wants to make an informed choice of her own, without Maeve's influence pushing for one side or the other. And maybe find a lover who isn't just as likely to peel her face off with glass after just because either he/she/or mommy has had a bad day and decides to take it out on the nearest object (which is something I imagine the Winter Court would do).

heheh,
'YORKS, and awaaay!' :P

<Insert sound of Daffy Duck hitting a tree here> :)

Just need to tweak Danny's reason for moving to York.
Either/or/combo of;
-Danny was 'requested' by the Winter Court to relocate to York after a massive brouhaha in his last city. Supposedly to save his life from reprisals (although he sincerely doubts the Winter Court is terribly concerned with his personal well-being)
-Danny's Girlfriend(s) Dad (a 'businessman' with ties to the Triad, and possibly the Jade Court) moved to York on 'business', and Danny followed to stay near the girls. (At the girls request, of course!) :)
-Danny got a possible lead on the whereabouts/who is his mother, and went to York to follow it.

As far as Danny's 'what would I like to accomplish' list.
Hm, haven't really played him long enough to set long goals.
Mainly he's just trying to survive as a 'starving artist', and keep OUT of Summer/Winter politics! (When Summer/Winter have 'intense negotiations', the arquements tend to be made with long, pointy things!)
Which is difficult as he was deliberately planted firmly in the middle of both! (again, a possible lead to his mother, but NO ONE's talking!)

His one 'main' goal is to find out who, or at least WHAT his mother is. Or was, or whatever.
Secondary goals,
-Stay OUT of Winter/Summer politics (as much as possible)
-Find out what his 'job' is actually supposed to BE, so he can try to prevent being manipulated into things he doesn't know anything about.
-Try to get a handle on his powers. (Is this all he can do? Can his magic be more powerful? Does he want it to be more powerful?!? etc)
-Try to find his niche in life. (Where does he belong? Faerie? Earth? He's at that age where he's starting to consider that he might want more in life than a fling or a friend. Or even a steady GF.)

That's about it for now, I'll start working on Danny's guest stars,... sometime,... (I'm so busy,...) ;P

I'll be spending time on Duana after the hubby goes to bed. Hope to have her story "finished" by your AM at the latest. Have a few ideas, but I'm also trying to finish with the crunch on a character I know got into a parallel KM game.

Great stuff everyone. With the location set, i will work on the city. As i said in the recruitment thread, we won't be doing the full Dresden Files collaborative City creation, but if you want to introduce NPC's, areas/locales or anything feel free. This is meant to be even more collective than d&d.

'Protect she of the Hunt, she of the Winter Faerie, Duana, the Mistress. Find the artifact, must find it! Protect the Mistress from the Hunt, from the King of Goblins and Hunt, from ice-eyes cherry-lips female, from Maeve. Protect Duana, from Duana.'

And those are Gelert's goals :) Or what he perceives his goals to be.

Great, thanks everyone. This looks great, just trying to come up with a snappy IC thread name. Perhaps something to do with Yorks viking name of 'Jorvik'. But will probably start the thread Wed eve/ Thurs.

OOOh, Viking name!

Neaaato. Coz I'm going home in a few weeks. And I sorta wanted to give Duana a icy viking sorta... feel. Although not a Nordic look, because then she'd be 2 feet tall and have no hips or ass.

True story. All them tall blondes you see, they don't exist. And as Norwegian women age, they do not die, they simply shrink into obscurity. :P

Well it's better than the roman one or Eboratom (i think?). York has alot of connections to the Scandanavian people including a annual Dragon-ship festval. With connections due to the Norman conquest of Britain & subsequent Harrowing of the North. Otherwise it would be a larger city than London (possibly).

Hehehehe...Viking Dog of War hehehehehe

Wags tail at Duana and opens mouth in wide doggy grin

Okie, any idea what we'll be in York doing?

I can sorta see Duana being out and about as a "student" while on a mission from Maeve of likely minor importance. Perhaps she'd be enrolled at the university studying, and as part of her "cover" she goes out and meets Danny at some pub where there is music and recognizes what he is?

Trying to give her a reason to be out of Never-Never again, as I assume that Gelert and Gabriel will follow.

Well i was going to start you off with a visit from Maeve, but there is a nice bar there the 'Evil Eye Lounge'.

What about she actually manages to kill a Sidhe Lord defending herself, and it is decided that she is too dangerous to have in court for a while. Hence she travels to reality with Gelert and having little else to do, decides to study?

Yes, thats great, esp. if MAeve maneuvered her into that position. Say she held a ball/party causing her to have to fight a duel?

Cool. I really don't like making my characters super heroes in their histories, so I tend to frown on such things. Basically when I assume that Duana has be dueling, I assume she's just barely scratching and whomever it is that's fighting her is doing it more for show to prove that they're superior than actually trying to harm her, knowing that she's not full blood, and Maeve's heir.

And yeah... Now that I think of it, killing a Sidhe lord would be freaking awesome for Duana to do, and heighten the tension of her choice.

Sorry if it feels like Duana goes back and forth a lot, but its like every teenager's dream at some point to run away. I imagine that with a mum like Maeve, you would really, really want to get away.

Anyway, will be updating soonish. Want to get info from Danny if he wants to meet on the outside or at court. Maybe he stood witness to Duana's duel, and came with her to York after, wanting to get away from the court?

Duana, how about something like;

- Maeve having a convenient masked ball & conveniently inviting a ambitious young Sidhe Lord, who conveniently hears rumours about you, he is conveniently drunk and spreads these within your earshot forcing Duana to conveniently call for a duel. After he tries to show her up a Winter Knight conveniently happens to cough/distract the swordsman and Duana kills the Lord.

Thus Maeve conveniently rids herself of a too ambitious Sidhe Lord.

(Of course, it would not have to be Gabriel who caused the distraction & it would be involuntary. But could be another excuse why he flees the court at the same time. But we could only have this if you are both alright with it and it would not create too much bad blood between your PC's - rather hopefully there would be cameraderie)

Wow, new board format!

Lol that sounds fun hehehehe

Also Gabriel's family could have an apartment in York so his father could have dealings with the UK and his oil company and mightve forgotten it or at least very rarely visits it anymore. So Least I have a place to live lol

Yep, the British Coast has (had)huge gas reserves & York is midway between the coast and the coal fields of Selby. The University owns 50% of ALL housing in the region.

There are some lovely riverside apartments.

Had some 'Yorkshire Pie' tonight, no idea what was in it only some ham & chicken(?), but it was lovely

The gratuitous use of the word "Lovely." Add some "rubbish" in that, and I will truly believe that you are British.

*laughs*

Funnily enough, Ali's accent changed in the last post (in a different pbp) from a Yorkshire brogue into a Geordie (Wi aye pet, y' gan down t' dogs?) Although that might be because i've been down the boozer with a Geordie lass.

And Jericho's teaching at whatever College. What's the biggest University int he area?

Well, there's St. Johns (a second rate Uni); York College (largely vocational) & University of York. The latter is probably the 3-5 best University in Britain behind Oxford or Cambridge depending on the subject.

York University, owns most of the city, made a huge profit last year, boasts the largest man-made lake in Europe (upto last decade).

What is Jericho's subject that he teaches? Is he a Post-Grad teacher of a lecturer?

I see Jericho as fitting most at the University of York. And... lemme go find something suitable... *Scurries away to Search-Fu*

Also, he's actually a TA, so not quite teaching yet, just working on it.

So what he would be is a Post-Grad, in the British system. He will have his Masters degree Working on his dissertation to get his PhD. He occassionally teaches younger students, marks papers and talks/socialises with the professors.

Actually i know a few people in this exact position, the alternative is a guest lecturer.

The Maths/Physics & Engineering depts are very good. The Chem. has a new 'facility'. Whilst the Arts & Humanities are great but have had less spent recently.

Seems like a good fit, actually. Is much the same in the University systems over here, too, with the Post-Grad students taking over a lot of the bovine feces work of correcting essays and such for the actual Professors so they can research and put out the papers they are required to every year to keep their positions.

Maybe Duana's seen him around, maybe not.

Oh yeah, the human guise! How silly of me, will have that up tonight.

DSX: Yup, That's pretty much what I intended. It's called a TA or Teaching Assistant over here, but no worries on the wording. He'd likely be in Humanities somewhere... I see him as kind of a poet/dreamer, but with the knowledge to back it up, not so much an engineer or mathematician. Besides, he knows that the natural laws given in school are bull-hockey, so I'd imagine he wouldn't enjoy having to deal with that.

Ah, was never sure if TA's were proper post-grads or just 2-3rd years helping out. Also in Britain it is much more focussed at Uni/college level, there are usually very few optional courses and they have to be directly connected to your primary. Whereas it seems in the US (from what i heard) that you can take a wider range of electorates at least until your second year.

That is probably true, in a general sense.

It really depends upon the university you are attending. Some have more lenient rules involving electives than others. I attended 3 different universities, (yes, I have 3 degrees, THAT and $5 will get me a cup of overpriced coffee at Starbucks!) ;P

Although, (and I know this because I work at one) lately due to the economy and such, they have all started tightening their belts, and imposing stricter rules, including higher admission requirements and limiting the amount of 'free space' (IE= electives you can choose) on your chosen program plan.

YORK! This sounds like it will be fun! :) I can't wait!

Alrighty started working on the opening for the IC thread. Provisionally called either-

DSXs’ Dresden File- Jorvik: Walls of Ice

or

Jorvik: A Land of Snow & Ice - DSXs' Dresden File

So, everyone good starting in or around York, questions or any queries?

Or do you want more time to research/ finish characters/ me post info on York?

Like the second one. Info on where we'll be starting would be nice. Danny, is it okay if I met your character at the masqued ball that Maeve threw?

I am planning on having a couple of separate starting points.
Ax, Danny, Jericho And one for the trio of Duana, Gabriel & Gelert.

Because, i don't want to have another party/soiree as a start. So there will be an event and the group hopefully should come together to resolve it.

Accommadation, there are beautiful Riverside Apartments, Solid University accommodation, and many houses around the city.

Unfortunately, i don't think i can have the thread up tonight and do it justice. (Too many other pbp's sprung into action). But this may be for the best as it allows for everyone to finish their character sheets and me to try and get more city information available.

I understand that. Just got into two and one is already in full swing for me. :)

Very excited. It's a bad version of Kingmaker, where you can boink the bandits and make them into your slaves, I guess. I cannot wait. *laughs*

Sleep well.

Why are someone using a chain saw @ 1am?

Well, no work tomorrow so i will hang about here for a bit.

Because... *vrooom!*

And Texas Chainsawr Massacre. :D

Yes Duana, that will be fine. (meeting at Soiree. Danny has to attend certain functions, just to figure out whatthe heck is going on.)
;P

DSXM- yes, I'd like another day or two to get myself together. Just crazy over here. :)

Thanks! See you all soon!

Sorry about it being a couple of days, although it seemed like everyone has been busy. I just want to make sure that this will be fun for everyone involved and not rush it too much.

Anyway,

Danny - where do you want to start; we can have the girls have to move to York because their father has some 'business problems' in the nearby city of Leeds. So the girls have moved to (& maybe go to the Uni). And/ or we can have you find out about a friend of your mothers who resides nearby. You have been trying to find and get an appointment with them through a mutual acquaintance, but with no luck.

Gabriel - Great you have a apartment on the Riverside overlooking the River Ouse; or a large Town house on the way to the racecourse, from you families estates.

Would it be alright if you(Gabriel), Duana & Gelert would be meeting up at your place on a saturday morning to discuss something or would the trio prefer to be at a bar?

Aximeus - So you have come to England after the debacle across the Atlantic, you have a job in a restaurant? Or a lumber yard?

Jericho - So you are attending the University of York and studying, whilst at the back of your mind is the idealistic crusade & your father?

York Minster Cathedral

Gelert is fine with that ^^ Of course is this going to be a place that allows dogs if we're going to a bar?

I don't imagine Duana being a huge pub crawler.

I did write up my human guise, right? Wow, I should really check if I am finished with Duana soon...

If needed all three of them could be arriving at the apartment but yeah sounds great

I was just going to have the three of you start together somewhere, if you are alright with it being at your apartment Gabriel then thats cool.

Wow, i have had a strange afternoon. It was Day 2 of my villages Beer Festival. Held in a church. So we were drinking beer on graves watching Ferret Racing & Teddy Bears zip-lining down from the churches bell tower. Very surreal.

Hey guys, sorry about my silence the last couple days. I'm going through a bit of a rough patch with my gf and my family, and I'm having trouble summoning creative energy from that. I had hopes to write tonight but another argument has left me feeling drained so hopefully later tongiht I'll be better. Either way I have the next two days off so let's hope I'm feeling up to it in the morning. Just apologizing for crap and explaining my abscence, happy trails.

No, thats cool as with any RPG real life comes first.

My goal for Aximeus is to champion the little guy; adventual I envision him fighting in an epic battle to save humanity as the unsung champion of some worthy cause; I have it in mind that as he is Achilles reborn; it was for some purpose of the Gods like in the epic and like the original; Aximeus his hiding out in the obscure underbelly of humanity making allies and defining himself before this epic battle.

I could write a story for Jericho or Gelert; Aximeus tends to work in kitchens that those down on their luck und up in and gives out a free bowl of soup or sandwich and listens to their story and would take in a stray pup and feed him bones and scraps from the kitchen.

hehe I would like to see that

Wow, i have had a strange afternoon. It was Day 2 of my villages Beer Festival. Held in a church. So we were drinking beer on graves watching Ferret Racing & Teddy Bears zip-lining down from the churches bell tower. Very surreal.

Aximeus would tend to work in a pub or kitchen to hear more stories and get rained on less; though lumberyard is just as good if that is where you want him as he would hang with the guys at a pub or outside in the alley telling and hearing stories.

Sorry about it being a couple of days, although it seemed like everyone has been busy. I just want to make sure that this will be fun for everyone involved and not rush it too much.

Anyway,

Danny - where do you want to start; we can have the girls have to move to York because their father has some 'business problems' in the nearby city of Leeds. So the girls have moved to (& maybe go to the Uni). And/ or we can have you find out about a friend of your mothers who resides nearby. You have been trying to find and get an appointment with them through a mutual acquaintance, but with no luck.

Gabriel - Great you have a apartment on the Riverside overlooking the River Ouse; or a large Town house on the way to the racecourse, from you families estates.

Would it be alright if you(Gabriel), Duana & Gelert would be meeting up at your place on a saturday morning to discuss something or would the trio prefer to be at a bar?

Aximeus - So you have come to England after the debacle across the Atlantic, you have a job in a restaurant? Or a lumber yard?

Jericho - So you are attending the University of York and studying, whilst at the back of your mind is the idealistic crusade & your father?

York Minster Cathedral

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Great, because i do like outlining/GM'ing epic stories. I think that a barman in a pub works best, but was just giving you a couple of options (if you wanted them).

lol aximeus Achilles was never unsung..... hahaha he was a glory HOG! lol he has to be center of attention or he wouldn't fight lol just makes me chuckle

Jericho really doesn't have much a goal right now. He's a bit adrift, like many college students. He does wish to learn more about his art and his heritage, but is coming up against a brick wall there. And he'd like to investigate the killings in his hometown so that he can prove he's not behind them, but likely won't be able to do that without getting back there in some way that won't alert the Wardens or the Police. Will write up his Guest Star with Aximaeus in a min, then I'm fully done.

EDIT: Alright, got Jericho done. Decided to take one more dose of Refinement, so as to give him some potion slots and nifty mirrored shades. I felt it reflected his kind of "Not great unless I'm prepared for my enemy" attitude.

O.O! Big metal man gives me Food? I like him already *wags tail enthusiastically!*