Jorvik: A Land of Snow & Ice

Game Master DSXMachina

A dark mystery in the ancient city of York.


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The carny's grin grows wider as he crooks a finger at Sal, beckoning her closer. With a doubtful look at Edwyn, Sal moves closer to Bowler Hat until they are nearly touching. She is clearly uncomfortable with the proximity.

"I never said this, but..." His voice becomes indistinguishable to Edwyn as he whispers in Sal's ear. She backs away and gives him a confused look, he quirks his finger again and whispers more, and she nods vigorously. "Got it."

She whispers in his ear, ticking things off on her fingers, and Bowler Hat nods.

"Looks like everything's fine here," Sal says, and returns to Edwyn, tugging his sleeve to drag him along as she strides past.

"I don't know what you were expecting to find in York, but I doubt this was it. If you want to know more, I have friends just over here who are clued in and might be able to help. They also need the information I have now. Plus," she grins at Edwyn, "One of the guys' girlfriend is high up in the police department and friendly. If we're talking to him, there's less chance the local police will do things like frisk us for weapons, tha knows?" She winks. "And did I hear that fish-dude's skull crack when you hit him? Dude, you swol?"

They approach the group at a near trot (if Edwyn keeps up with Sal), and Sal gives the others a wave and grin, with a respectful nod in Sven's direction. "That was fun, wasn't it? When's the next Viking raid scheduled?" she calls as they draw near.

Stopping between the bards and god (Two Bards and a God - good book title, she thinks in an adrenaline-fueled high), she scans Danny and Kenneth, relaxing when she doesn't see much obvious damage. "Are you two all right? I think they were after you." Following the direction of their glances, she waves in Edwyn's direction. "Oh, sorry. This is Edwyn, a, uh... friend from Amsterdam. Edwyn, these are Sven and Laura, Danny, and Kenneth."

She hesitates for a second, considering how much to say, then explains to Kenneth and Danny, "Edwyn did me a huge favor in Amsterdam when he didn't need to. Probably saved my life. He knows about things."


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Danny raises an eyebrow at Sal's introduction, and gives Edwyn an up-and-down once-over.

Danny must have approved of whatever he saw, because his mouth splits in a big grin.

"Well, at least that's ONE of us that 'knows about things'." Danny quips.

"Hi Edwyn, I'm Danny. The handsome one. The burly one is Kenneth." Danny says smiling, holding out his hand to shake. A guitar case strap is slung over a shoulder.

Edwyn notices that while Danny looks him in the face, he avoids prolonged, direct, eye contact.


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"Not everyone might agree with that distinction, but Danny always will," Sal grins.


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Edwyn watches the exchange between Sal and the man with the bowler hat skeptically, making no sound with the exception of a groan at the former's bastardization of the Latin language. Naturally, the temptation to eavesdrop was there, but he could not do so without being stupidly obvious.

"I do lift, some," Edwyn claims as he is dragged along, leaving out the fact that he'd been supercharged with supernatural mojo. Without that boost, he'd might as well have been whipping the fishman with a wet noodle. "Funny thing, though. To tell the truth, I found exactly what I was looking for. Well, who I was looking for really. They need to go somewhere, so I was hoping to bum a ride off you or someone you know."

Unexpectedly pulled into Sal's social circle (not that he resisted), Edwyn gives them the usual assessment. He smiles, trying not to show too much gum while doing it. For some reason, Danny's casual avoidance of eye contact reminds him of someone.

Edwyn reaches out shake Danny's hand, but he keeps the contact brief. Nonetheless, Danny might notice that his hand is cold, clammy. Not the kind of thing one would want to hold during a long walk on a beach.

"Pleasure to meet you. Are you all in some... viking rock band?" he asks, eyeing Danny's instrument.


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Kenneth laughs at Sal's riposte, adding, "Aye, 'tis true. I dinnae think he's actually delusional, mind ye. I think it's more like the lad's been glamouring himself whenever he's near a mirror, ye ken."

He turns and looks up to Sal with a smile, waving away her concern, "Nae, I dinnae get so much as a scratch. They're strong and ugly beasties, but they werenae ready for a proper swordfight... and a Scot is always armed in England."

He nods his head at Edwyn, "Nae, I'm just an auld school punk rocker, and Scot through and through. Though, speaking ay vikings..."

He turns and looks at Sven, "As tae what they were looking for and doing here, Sven was about tae tell us a wee tale on tha'... And if Sal's vouching for ye, Edwyn, then I'm thinking ye can hear this without it shattering your image ay the world, so that's a good thing."

He keeps his tone jovial and a smile on his face as he takes in the newcomer, Not really what I would hae called her type, but allies are always useful.... He turns and winks at Sal, then drops his voice conspiratorially, "But if they were homing in on those ay us with a particular set ay skills, as they say, I'm thinking I may have some inkling ay what we're about tae hear."


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Sal chuckles at the thought of Danny using magic instead of makeup whenever he's around a mirror and stays quiet through Kenneth's exposition, raising her eyebrows at his last words.

"You do? I sure don't," Sal frowns, "Hey Ed, I walked here, so can't give you a ride. Kenneth has a motorcycle, if he even drove. I'm not sure if Danny has a car?" She looks quizzically at the wizbard, then adds quietly to Edwyn. "Do you need to go now, or can you wait and hear the story? When Sven talks, it's generally a good idea to listen."


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Danny smiles at Edwyn's question.

"No. I play in a couple of groups, but with my oddball schedule lately, it's been more of a one-man-show. Except when these guys are around it seems." Danny says with a wry grin, nodding at the others in the closing circle.

Danny's smile fades at Kenneth's last words.

"Oh, joy. I was hoping it was just me being paranoid. I HATE being right all the time." Danny grumbles good naturedly, then smiles apologetically at Sven and nods for him to go ahead,...


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"My image of the world has been busted as of late. I don't think punching a few more holes through it will hurt much," Edwyn replies frankly, with maybe just a touch of bravado.

"Unless he's got three extra helmets and a sidecar, I don't think I'm going anywhere on a motorcycle," he adds to Sal, not sounding like he is in any hurry to go anywhere. Important as his professional image is, the fishman incident has piqued his natural curiosity. "My client can afford to wait a few minutes - I want to hear this."

He looks to Sven expectantly, waiting to see why Sal and Kenneth believes him to warrant attention.


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"It's not like I don't have a car," Sal explains sotto voce to Edwyn while Sven talks quietly to his wife for a moment, "It's just not here. It's at a friend's place in the country. In his garage. It's kind of... in pieces right now. But the parts should be in this weekend. I'm hoping to get the transmission rebuilt next week. This is gonna be a great car once it's done. And hardly any electronics besides the ignition system and lights, so some people won't wreck the thing."

She gives Kenneth and Danny the evil eye. "Nobody in particular, you understand."


Sven quietly talks to his wife, before addressing the group; "The Formor, they have long been asleep or gone from these lands. However with the vacuum in power left by the disappearance of the Red Court & in particular Laurence's destruction, they have returned. In the tales of my people it was said they were sons of men and ancient giants, much like Loki...."

He shakes his head ruefully at the name, the tone both sad and annoyed; "However in other mythologies they were born of Atlantis, or strange Greek abominations created by the sirens and their dead sailor lovers. Or borne to Egyptian slaves as the creates of the Nile came out to them in the night."

"All it is know is that they want powerful people or totems, maybe to power a ritual, maybe to create stronger kin, or maybe even to weaken humanity by depriving them of the best." He says with a certain regret.

"They have a certain affinity for water, however unlike the Vikings they prefer under the waves for their raids. There are a few powerful aquatic places nearby - though I'm certain they should all be guarded..."


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"Aquatic places... would that include springs? I just got nominated to be messenger girl to somebody named "Lorry" - to tell him to keep the spring clean so it 'don't get into the river.' I don't know this Lorry, but I do have a name and place to follow up on." Sal tries not to look smug and completely fails. "Could there be some sort of pollution flowing into the river and reducing the protection or chasing away protectors and letting these goons get here? Of course, they were in boats, not in the water..." She turns to look out over the river, looking perplexed.

"And I think some of the protectors are in the river," she adds, almost too softly to hear.


"Lorry???" Sven puzzles, before tilting his head; "You mean, Ms. Lauren at the University. Well that is a well-head."


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"It is?" Sal frowns. "I wouldn't call her 'Lorry', but I can tell her about the spring, or well-spring, or well-head. I assume it's all the same thing, a source for pure water. As for the rest, the idea of going to someplace called the Goblin Market by myself isn't real appealing."


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Danny blinks, and looks from Sven to Sal and back again. And again.

"Whatthewhatnow?!?"

Danny holds up his hands in surrender.

"I'm sorry. I THOUGHT I could keep up, but I was mistaken. Vanna? I'd like to buy a clue please?"

AT the blank looks (and or the knowing smirks) Danny shrugs ruefully.

"Any chance of getting the Reader's Digest Version? Just to make sure that we don't miss anything important?"


"As you know York is a Nexus of Power. There is a convergence of rivers.... of energies. Therefore it is a place of great potential, this potential was politically locked whilst Laurence was here. He didn't care for that sort of stuff." He sighs, hugging his wife with care. She looks on oblivious to this mumbo-jumbo as if professors are discussing quantum philosophy.

"The river is one nexus, there is another at the University - it's a secret and well guarded. And in the vicinity could be another, no never mind..."

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He seems to glance at the monks.

"As far as the Goblin Market, that's an olde English phrase for an area where they sell illicit or mystic goods. A bit like your flea markets, Mr Rocker." He smiles at Danny, whilst slightly slurring the last word with his Scandinavian accent to be more of a 'Roxx-a'.

"I've occasionally sold some pieces there, it's the car park near Whip-Ma-Whop-Ma-Gate. It should be on for the next few days, what with the festival and all. The police generally turn a blind eye." He winks at Kenneth.


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EorR: 4d3 - 8 + 0 ⇒ (1, 2, 1, 1) - 8 + 0 = -3 :D


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Empathy: 4d3 - 8 + 4 ⇒ (1, 3, 1, 2) - 8 + 4 = 3

Edwyn listens to Sven's explanation attentively, nodding every now and then as he dedicates the details to memory. Even if he did not understand it all at the moment, he could always connect the dots later. His gaze occasionally shifts to the others, either to gauge their reactions or listen to what they're saying.

"Nexuses, rivers of energy... You're talking about ley lines, right?" the detective asks, more familiar with the concept than he is with most of the weird things he's encountered as of late. He scratches his chin, mostly just for show. "So you think that these 'Fomor' want access to these places of power. But they all have guardians or protectors of some kind. Including, well, you guys, from the sound of it."


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Sal laughs at Sven's explanation. "So that's what a Goblin Market is. I thought it might have real goblins. I mean, why not, right?" She waves her hands to indicate the chaos in the park. "Nice to know that not every single freakin' thing is on the spooky side."

She looks rather stunned at Edwyn's assessment, particularly about she and her friends being guardians. "But... I mean..." she stumbles. "I thought they were looking for people of power. Like, non-Muggles. Didn't that one ask if you were 'valuable' Edwyn? I almost got the idea they were looking to kidnap people. But hey, I could be wrong. Who knows how fishmen think?" She turns to scowl at the Ouse, which twinkles innocently in the sunlight.


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"Sorry, I was just hazarding a guess," Edwyn says sheepishly, flashing an awkward smile. "I forgot, witchcraft and wizardry are a thing, yeah? That Fomor thought I was a 'magic man.' I don't recall going through any seven year curriculum though, so he was clearly mistaken."

"I think you're right, though. I did see them try to grab one or two people," he adds, without going into too much detail. Confidentiality, and all that. "That might explain why they made such a big show of it. It's harder to notice that someone missing when everybody else is running around screaming."


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Danny nods as well while Sven speaks, at least giving the impression that he is now 'not a clueless berk' as his old D&D group might call him. Man he misses the days when all of this 'Spooky Side' and 'non-Muggle' stuff was only make-believe.

Tossing off the threat of melancholy, Danny rejoins the conversation.

"Yeah, I noticed they seemed to be paying attention to specific individuals too." Danny specifically does NOT mention the twins, "They only noticed some of us when we were crazy enough to get in their way."

Danny looks around at the others.
"Sooooo,... what does it mean? I mean, What do we do now? We stopped them this time, but what about tomorrow? What if they decide to crash a party we didn't just happen to be at?"


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Empathy/Rapport: 4d3 - 8 + 2 ⇒ (1, 2, 1, 3) - 8 + 2 = 1

Danny is oblivious to anything Sven might be trying not to say. :)


Speaking softly almost under his breath; "Well there may be some goblins there...."

However to Danny's final questions, the Viking shakes his head; "That's a good question, that needs information. The Goblin Market could be a good start, Ms. Soph too, or maybe Autumns' Apothecary Shoppe. Maybe you could work out whom they wanted and protect them, or maybe where they'll strike next."


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Kenneth starts to nod in answer to Sal's statement about having driven, then visibly winces at the mention of a sidecar, "Ach, nae. A body doesnae dae that tae a classic. 'Tis a fine and lovely instrument, e'en nice than my guitar, nae some poxy moped or blasted rickshaw."

He then chuckles at Sal's last comment, "Aye, well, it isnae my fault that they dinnae build MP3 players that can stand being taae near a Herald when he's feeling a mite peeved... or otherwise being in a passionate state, for that matter." The bard smirks a mite at the end of his statement, but then quickly adopts an innocent and attentive expression, turning toward Sven and waving at the others as if to ssh them.

Kenneth's smile fades, however, almost immediately when Sven begins to speak, "Aye, that was what I was fearing. I mean, I dinnae think tis news tae any ay us that this wee town is a few orders ay magnitude mair important than most think. 'Tis certainly nae an mishanter that there was an enclave ay the Red Court here... or that we had a dragon-emperor trying tae ascend... Or, for that matter, that I find meself here, let alone ye lot and the other interesting folk we've met. The nexus ay the lines attracts many, some because they know about it and want tae tap in, and I suspect a number ay others subconsciously. All that tae say, there's Power in the lines themselves, aye, but there's Power in the blood and souls ay those who live here in the nexus. More than usual, in any case."

He says, "Now, a'course, if we could have faith in the auld guardians ay these watery places ay power nae having fallen, that would be more reassuring, Sven... but, sadly, I've found that a certain Lady isnae really a fan ay me nae taking those sorts ay things on faith, and prefers her Herald tae take a more active role.... Trust, but verify, as they say. And, since I'm rather used tae being gently bumped 'round by fate, I cannae help but think Sal's mention of the well-head is an accident... especially given the fun way magic likes tae interact with the regular world, and a well ay water, which is life, could easily also be a well ay magic, which is life ay another sort... at least in this town."

He shrugs, "As for the Goblin Market, I've a few contacts... I need tae get some... unusual things.... tae mix up some ay me draguhts. And I can honestly say that I have nae tae dae with the bobbies keeping away, other than working tae keep at least one ay their finest occupied at night... Nae everything there is what the sellers promise, but there can be useful things... and there can, at times, be some powerful things, tae. I think there was a rumour that e'en one ay the Swords of the Cross spent a decade or tae in a market like this one a ways back. Sure, it sounds silly, but is it any less odd than being trapped in a bloody rock for a generation?"

He chuckles at that, then shrugs, "And, aye, here do sometimes be goblins there, but they arenae the cute critters from Labrynth, sadly."

The bard turns to Edwyn and lifts an eyebrow, "Aye, I imagine that the likes ay you did confuse the critters--"

He quickly turns to the others, continuing without interruption, "-- but nae because they arenae being clever -- though they are sufficiently alien that they dinnae think like us, which makes them hard tae understand. The question, then, is were they looking for specific folk, but then being pleased tae grab whomever they could if they smelled any small measure ay power... and the answer tae that really depends on the ritual. Dae they need power, or dae they need a specific type ay power, or a specific bloodline, or both, tae unlock whatever it is they're actually after."

He shrugs, "But seeing as we cannae breathe water -- at least nae before I take a few hours at the altar tae mix up something -- I'm thinking the Market's like the best first place tae be looking. Plus, worst case, I can pick up what I might be missing tae make the draughts."


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"If I recall, they asked if you were valuable, didn't they, Edwyn? So... hell, I don't know what that means. Doesn't sound real specific, but people can have value in lots of ways. Were they looking for people of power to sell, or... something darker?" Sal shrugs. "Either way, I'm fine with starting at the market. We can look for Mr. De Vos there. And I vote for sticking together. Not that I couldn't have handled all these fishmen by myself - I practically did come to think of it - but I'd feel better if I were around to protect you guys."

Sal manages to look both smug and cocky simultaneously.


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Danny raises an eyebrow at Sal's last comment. Then turns and says to the rest of the group straight-faced,...

"And I'm OK with that."

"So,... I guess we're going shopping?"


Male Warrior-Bard of Old; Herald of Brigid Stress: P: OOOO M:OOOO S:OOO; Fate Points: 3;

Kenneth chuckles, and then says, "'Twould appear ye've found someone new tae hide behind, lad."


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Sal laughs. "I've missed this! Things have been too quiet lately." Looking around the park, her smile fades. "Not to be pushy, but if the Goblin Market is in session, I'd like to get there five minutes ago, see if anybody looks sketchy, like they're expecting a shipment of spooky people, or if anyone seems upset that, say, a certain Viking attack failed - check out their mood before they get a chance to make excuses and get stories straight. Hey, Edwyn, I don't know quite what your stake in this may be, but we seem to be on the same side. You in? Can your friends or clients or whatever get Uber home? It never hurts to have more fists in a fight." She cocks her head at Kenneth and Danny. "That OK with you guys?"

She shoves her hands in her pockets, bouncing slightly with adrenaline, only to look surprised, then laughs. She pulls a horseshoe out of one pocket. "Dammit. I never got to use this. I was planning on bashing Edwyn with it."


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Kenneth Evander Finley wrote:
Kenneth chuckles, and then says, "'Twould appear ye've found someone new tae hide behind, lad."

Danny nods amicably, that same goofy smirk on his face.

"Yep. Wait, yer not jealous are you?" He asks suddenly, all very intense with mock-concern.

Seriously, Danny is (probably) the only person you've met that can do 'Chewing the scenery' while standing still. With his hands in his pockets.

Nevertheless Danny looks taken aback when Sal produces the horseshoe. Then he smirks. And it isn't entirely pleasant.

"I know a couple of blokes that would be SERIOUSLY put out if you showed up with that in your pocket. Much less pulled it on them." Danny says, apparently all seriousness. Then he grins.

"Yeah, Be sure to keep that handy, will'ya?"


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Sal scowls at the horseshoe. "I don't think anybody would be happy to be hit with this thing." She puzzles for a moment, then sighs. "You're talking some weird spooky-side thing, aren't you? I'm so tired of not knowing anything, of all the rules changing. Even history, now that I look at it from a... not strictly human point of view, looks anything but stable. The ground beneath my feet is like Jello, and I never know which way I might fall with each step."

She shoves the horseshoe back in her pocket along with her hands and stands hunched, glaring out at the Ouse. "I hate feeling stupid."


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Danny smiles at Sal, not a condescending smile, but one that says 'I know exactly how you feel, AND I have a story to top that!'

"Imagine finding out that you aren't, completely, human,... because you get paid a visit by a Fairie Shanghai Squad." Danny says with a raised eyebrow. He can't help but grin at Sal's face at that one.

"Trust me, if your standing on Jell-o, your on solid ground compared to most ANYone who has to deal with Fairies. They have rules for making up rules,... and then ignoring the rules. The reason they picked me for,... Um,... something I had to do, was because I fit all their requirements, including being clueless about all things Fairie. Trust me, even the 'nice' ones are experts at making mere mortals feel dumber than dirt."

"Oh, and all those stories about Fairies and iron being non-compatible? Absolutely true. Your right, NO one wants to be hit by a horseshoe. But it would TOTALLY ruin a Fairies day. ANY fairie." Dan smirks.


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"Speaking of feeling stupid, you all lost me somewhere between 'Goblin Market' and 'Red Court'. Sorry," Edwyn says sheepishly, more than a little behind on his mental note-taking. His knowledge of the supernatural suddenly felt woefully inadequate. He looks to Sal again, rubbing the back of his neck - a tiny bit of disclosure wouldn't hurt. "Valuable? Well... There might be a bit of magic in my family line. I never really thought about it that way until recently. I mean, it's not like I can shoot lightning out of my fingertips. It's more subtle."

He pauses for a moment and weighs his options, one of which might include getting brained by a horseshoe. There were benefits to sticking around people who knew what was going on, especially since they were friendly and apparently uninterested in being needlessly enigmatic.

"Anyway, I wouldn't mind tagging along. But I really should check up on my client, first. If you're in a big hurry, I could always catch up later. I know where you're heading, and I still have your number... though it might have some cheese smudged on it."


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Edwyn Mulder wrote:

"Speaking of feeling stupid, you all lost me somewhere between 'Goblin Market' and 'Red Court'. Sorry,"

Danny barks a laugh. "Welcome to the club buddy!" the youthful singer smiles at Edwyn with genuine mirth.


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Danny glances at Kenneth. The singer instinctively likes this new guy, who apparently knows Sal. But something about him seems,... off. Not necessarily in a bad way, but,... weird. (But there was NO way Danny was going to 'Mage-Sight' this guy. Not without knowing a little more about him at least. He's learned THAT lesson the hard way.)

The singer looked to Ken out of habit to see what his take on Edwyn was. The Scion of Brigid seemed to inspire confidence like that.

Finally Danny decides to just ask. After the fight, no one seemed in a mood to be particularly subtle about the 'spooky-side'.

"Whattya think Ken? I don't know diddly about the Goblin Market, but with what we've 'seen' recently,... might be nice to have another with a clue around?"


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"Hey, Edwyn, put my number in your phone then call me so I can save yours. If you need to check on your clients, go ahead. Don't want to hold you up if you should be working." Sal pulls out her phone and waves it towards Edwyn.


Male Warrior-Bard of Old; Herald of Brigid Stress: P: OOOO M:OOOO S:OOO; Fate Points: 3;

Kenneth shakes his head with a laugh, "Jealous? Nae, lad. Now I neednae worry about ye peeking up my kilt when the action starts."

He then nods at Danny's statement, "'Tis true. In fact, I ken a lad in Auld Reekie that was ay fae heritage, shall we say, who wore a wrought iron earring tae ensure the fae side couldnae overwhelm him. A'course, one day, things went bad for him in a dark alley and he changed his mind about nae using his gifts... he rather hulked out, I'm thinking his lost partent were a trollsih sort.. but he started tae scream and tore his own ear off tae fix the problem."

The bard shakes his head at the memory, his expression somewhere between an amused chuckle and a shudder, then turns to Edwyn, "Aye, well, the Red Court is, er, were vampires. The bad sort. Nae the kind that sparkle in the sun and make teen girls squee. That'd be more the White Court. And nae the Dracula sort. Those'd be the Black Court. And then there's the Jad-- nae, never mind. I dinnae ken why any Power would think the world needed so many types ay Vampires, but that's the world we live in. As for Danny, he's pretty much always lost, so that's nae anything new either."

Kenneth chuckles again, using his laughter to cover a slight shrug at Danny's unspoken question, Aye, lad, you're right tae question. He isnae a normal human, and he dinnae feel... right...But heck, we've seen stranger, and so far, he's nae tried tae eat anyone...

He shrugs again, then nods, "Aye, well, given that the Formor seemed interested in him, mayhap we'd best keep him near long enow tae figure out what's going on. I'd hate tae see a poor visitor tae my Lady's isle get plugged intae a ritual tae release unspeakable evil. 'Tis bad for the tourist trade... Plus, I'm thinking after the Poppies and the Dragon, I'm over my quota for unspeakable evils for at least another six weeks, so we'd best be nipping this in the bud. A'sides, it's one more body for ye tae hide behind, lad." Worst case, we keep him around tae keep an eye on him.

He stops chuckling at Sal's suggestion, nodding again, "Aye, well, if ye've a place tae be, we could meet at the market in a wee span... Could give me time tae bring Sal tae her car, so she can ferry the lot ay you about... unless the twins left their chauffeur for you, Danny?"


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"Right, my car needs some assembly but I can grab one of Trip's. The Range Rover should work for this crew. Then we'll have more than two wheels for this trip." She grins at Kenneth. "Ready? We should hustle. It won't take long, but speed is a lot more fun than prudence."


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Kenneth's smile widens at Sal's comment, "Aye, lass, and that would be why a body gets a classic machine like mine, ye ken. And, aye, I'm ready whenever you be."


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Edwyn chuckles at Kenneth's explanation. "Vampires, color coded for our convenience. That does explain a lot, though..."

Without going on that particular tangent, he nods at Sal's suggestion, taking out his phone and the crumpled sandwich wrapper. After peeling away a small piece of cheese covering up one of her digits, he punches the number into his phone and lets it ring once, twice, before promptly dropping the call. "That should do it."

"If I get held up, I'll meet you at all at Whip... Whop... that place."


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Kenneth wrote:
"Aye, well, given that the Formor seemed interested in him, mayhap we'd best keep him near long enow tae figure out what's going on. I'd hate tae see a poor visitor tae my Lady's isle get plugged intae a ritual tae release unspeakable evil. 'Tis bad for the tourist trade... Plus, I'm thinking after the Poppies and the Dragon, I'm over my quota for unspeakable evils for at least another six weeks, so we'd best be nipping this in the bud. A'sides, it's one more body for ye tae hide behind, lad."

Danny grins and nods in COMPLETE agreement with Ken, then glances at Ken with a look halfway between frustration and embarrassment.

"Nuts. Am I THAT obvious?" Danny asks dryly, hiding a smirk. Then he shrugs.
"What can I say? I'm a lover, not a fighter."

Edwyn wrote:
"Vampires, color coded for our convenience. That does explain a lot, though..."

At this Danny snorts a(nother) laugh.

"Color coded,... gotta remember that one!"

Danny looks around at the others.

"So,... Off to save the world? Again? I can't help but wish there was SOME way to charge the government, or somebody, for all of this. They could pay on a per-monster basis, Like in the 'Monster Hunter' books. At the current rate of stupid-natural escalation, another week or two and we could all retire as millionaires!"

The singer sighs dramatically.
"Ah well. No help for it I suppose. SOMEbody has to do it, might as well be us! 'Saving the world, It's not just a job, It's an ADVENTURE!'" Danny declares theatrically, raising his arm high and pointing to the sky.


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"If I recall correctly, you got some free publicity from one particular concert," Sal calls back over her shoulder as she and Kenneth hustle to Ken's motorcycle.

"Time to hi-ho Silver... no, wait. People with machines like yours give them names. I'd bet your bike's not named Silver, so what IS its name?" she asks the tall bard as they swing aboard his motorcycle.


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"Yes. Yes I did." Danny grins.
And then frowns.

"And I NOW know the definition of 'Too much of a good thing'" Danny adds with a wide-puppy-eyed hangdog expression.


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After excusing himself, Edwyn slips away to check on the Millers, hoping that they wouldn't mind taking a cab or something. Hopefully his client wouldn't be too upset about him ditching the lady, but this "Fomor" matter demanded his attention.


Mrs Miller smiles at Edwyn for his kindness in trying to offer to get them a lift, whilst Mr Miller is still in a quiet shocked state. She then adds; "If you want to come over to our place for dinner, or afternoon drinks at some point - please give me a call." And she hands out her home phone number with a smile.

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When Edwyn gets back to the group, all of you guys are at the entrance to the park having said goodbyes to the others. Getting into the respective vehicles, you traverse the hectic 1-way system of traffic all the while avoiding the emergency services as they screech towards the park.

It takes less than 10 minutes to arrive at a large concrete car-park just outside of the city centre, going through the barrier and down a couple of winding concrete floors to the sub-basement parking garage. The grim unyielding concrete, illuminated by the harsh strip lights and a hint of sunlight from a couple of sunwells.

Around a series of pillars and walls, where few park, there is a small 'Fire Exit' sign & a spray-painted tag "Gobbo's Plaice". Before the doorway stands a lanky, pale man, seemingly stretched too thin & wearing dark 'John Lennon' glasses. The 7 foot man slightly stoops and looks to the newcomers....


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"Oh look, a welcoming committee!" Danny says dryly.

"Well, he doesn't seem,... overtly,... unfriendly?" he adds, a trifle too hopefully.


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Trip to Trip's:
"The faster you go, the tighter I need to hold on," Sal teases as Kenneth starts the short jaunt to Trip's place.

Once they arrive, she hops off the bike and taps the bard's arm to get him to wait for a moment. "Hey, while we're here, is there anything we should get from the armory? Danny said the horseshoe would hurt these guys - what about steel? Will knives and bullets do the same, or should I pick up some raw iron out of the shop? I'm sure there's something around there. Maybe... I dunno... fill a Super Soaker with water and iron filings?" She shrugs. "I'm not sure what we need to fight these guys, or if I should bring something for everyone. Hate to miss a chance to gear up while we've got it."

"I dunno... isn't the Slender Man supposed to be dangerous?" Sal whispers to Danny.


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The Trip to Trip's:

Kenneth shakes his head, "Nae, I havenae named the bike. Partially because, when magic's involved, Naming things can give them power, change their natures and often link those things back to you.. but mostly, I'm thinking, because a body has nae need tae talk tae an imaginary steed when they've got a goddess they can talk tae instead. Which isnae tae say that I dinnae take it personal when the thing decides nae tae work, but the names I call her then aren't fit tae be shared in polite company... "

He chuckles a bit at that, then adds, "Aye, I ken, I said 'her'... What can I say, she can be a mite moody at times." He winks, then looks around a second before sobering, "But more truthfully, I suspect 'tis cause all the most important people in my life have been women... And, tae be fair, another reason I nae named her is that, I dinnae really see myself as the shining knight or paladin on a silver steed type, ye ken?"

He stands, then comes down, kicking the motor to life, then calls over his shoulder, "Though speaking ay God's warriors, I've been wondering how you've been now that you've had time tae adapt tae your changing circumstances, though that's like as nae a chat we shouldnae be yelling over a revving motor."

With that, the bard waits a moment to feel Sal's hands wrap around him, trying his best to not think about how much he likes it, then revs the bike, driving to Trip's place almost on auto-pilot.... and certainly not speeding up in response to Sal's comment.

Kenneth says, "Like I said earlier, there's a reason that folks hung horseshoes o'er the threshold - they were iron, and were meant tae keep the nasty critters out. In terms ay knives, steel is mostly iron and generally works just as well... though stainless steel less so -- likely because ay the chromium. But a good knife, even ay cheap steel should serve well. I heard rumours that some ay the weefolk hae started brandishing with boxcutters -- the plastic handles protect them, but the steel blades dae a number on their foes. Bullets are generally an excellent universal tool, and will dae a number on pretty much anything, but against the truly powerful fae, they suffer from nay generally being made ay steel or iron -- and, in fact, that they hit tae hard -- a through and through doesnae keep the iron in contact with the fae. I'm thinking throwing knives or other steel weapons are good, as would be arrows or crossbow bolts with iron heads. Really, I'm thinking a modified, highspeed nailgun with a belt ay ammo would probably be the nightmare ay many a faerie general. Or a nail-bomb, if we want tae make something homemade."

He shrugs, "I'd bring enow tae defend yourself, maybe something for your new friend. You can bring more just in case, but I'd leave it in the boot ay the car. We dinnae want tae look like we're trying tae destroy or raid the marketplace."

Kenneth shrugs, "I'm thinking he's just here tae discourage tourists, as it were. And it seems tae be working, I note. Tell him the password is 'purple saurus', lad, and we can be about our business."


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Trip's:
Sal listens to Kenneth's weapons coaching intently and ponders a moment. "It sounds like iron is kind of a nuclear option for these guys. If somebody threatened me with a super-deadly weapon - poisoned, or something - I'd go all out against them. I'm going to swap guns, sure, but there's a nice ceramic knife down there I may pick up. If I pull it, they'll know it's a weapon and that I feel threatened and am prepared to defend myself without forcing them to escalate out of control. It's always best to avoid trouble, if you can," she thinks out loud, then nods decisively. "Yep, that's it. Gun, ceramic knife, horseshoe. My old CO would have found that the weirdest load-out ever." She grins at Kenneth, a grin he's seen before when she's preparing for battle.

"I'll go load up and - sorry, I have to shower and change. I've got Fomor goo all over. Good thing it dried before I hugged you for a quarter hour, but it's not real stylish for clubbing or shoping. I'll be quick, then take a swing around the park and pick up any of our group I see there. See you at the Goblin Market, Kenneth. As far as how things are going... we'll have to catch up later." She hesitates a moment, then ducks in for a quick hug and peck on Kenneth's cheek. "That's a lot easier to do when you're sitting on a motorcycle," she murmurs, then practically sprints for the door, banging it open and yelling to Fothergill. "I'm going to borrow the Range Rover, Dad! Back by midnight. I promise nobody will smoke in it."

Hustling to the basement, she switches out the Desert Eagle for a clean one and extra ammo. She digs out the ceramic knife - not as big as her K-Bar, but tidy for concealing - and scrounges an extra weapon and ammo for Edwyn, since she hadn't thought to ask him about what he was shooting. Finally, she picks up a little machine pistol and its ammo. Stuffing everything into a duffel, she darts upstairs for a shower and spends a hasty 15 minutes getting back into an old clubbing outfit, complete with ripped fishnets, short-shorts, her trusty Docs, studded wrist wraps, and a short jacket over her midriff-revealing top. She notes ruefully that everything is a bit tighter than the last time she wore them, since she went cold-turkey and regained some of her old conditioning. Ah well. Can't be helped. She fixes up her head with dark makeup, spiky hair, and several piercings, and looks nothing like the student who frequents the University most days.

She grabs the keys from Fothergill on the way out, slings the duffel into the trunk... boot, fixes the knife into her boot sheath and pistol into her shoulder holster, hidden beneath the handy jacket. Ammo and ID go into a little purse, and she's quickly on her way back toward the park. The country roads are passable, but circling the park proves to be difficult. Still and all, it's not too long before the Rover arrives at the specified car park. Sal offers Edwyn the new pistol and ammo in case he needs it, and leaves it in the boot if he doesn't.

Sal saunters forward, craning her neck to look up at the man who seems twice as tall as she. "Hey. We're meeting Ray here," she tells the bouncer, then attempts to continue sauntering past.


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While everyone gets out of the vehicle(s), Danny whispers back to Sal. "I dunno. Never met him before. This probably just his second cousin. Twice removed." He smirks.

Danny does a double-take at Kenneth.

"Purple-saurus?!? What, like Barney? I'm not sure he'll get the joke,..."


The gaunt man leans forwards, his head nearly scraping the ceiling of the car park. Tension increases as he remains perfectly still, just staring at the group....

Suddenly with a swing of his spider-like arm he pushes a double fire-door open to reveal a chaotic menagerie beyond. The sides of his thin lips quirk up in a sinister smile.

Before the group is a rambunctious scene, a large hall or concrete car park chamber that has been modified and decorated extensively to mitigate the cold dour nature and provide a sensate aura.

Tapestries hang from the walls near a small group of short fellows smoking heavy but sweet pipes, trading old stories from the dales. The smoke hangs low around them, there voices have a low and heavy accent that requires some moments to decipher. Though not a uniform group, for others drift across the room to talk and trade, they sit on heavy oak 3-legged stools and around stained tables.

Heavy graffiti lines the walls, some of it crude both in language and art - whilst this seems to contrast significantly with vivid vista's produced in such detail it seems startling that they could have been produced by spray cans.

To the other side there is a series of rows of trestle tables, this appears to host a significantly different group of traders. An eclectic mixture of people, who seem to have customised their own tables as to attract the eye or at least reflect their own personality.

A woman, almost lost beneath a large hodge-podge of clothes smiles at the newcomers (although there are a number of other people drifting around the room): "Hello my loves, looking for some goods? You've come to the right place, I have a host of wares for you to wear." She beckons the group onward onto the room and her stall.

And further back into the hall drifts into dimness, under the warm luminescence of the lights. For this entire room is not lit by the harsh strip lights of the upper car-park stories but rather a series of dots of warm orange light in the ceiling. At first glance it appears a haphazard chaotic formation.

Lore TN4:
It's actually a nights sky, the pinpricks of light are formed like the stars. But weirder still it's during the Autumnal Equinox, where powers of the Courts are in harmony.

Also the position seems not to be taken from here, but somewhere further south - maybe in the Mediterranean.


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Danny blinks in surprise as the tall, thin man reaches out and opens the door for them.

"Welcome to my parlor, said the spider,..." Danny mutters sotto voice, noting the (un)pleasant smile the doorman greets them with.

Danny tosses the doorman a jaunty two-finger salute in thanks as he files in with the rest of the group. (Trying not to shiver. The doorman's smile is only SLIGHTLY creepy after all.)

Then the singer is struck by the sights of the previously hidden chamber.

"Wow. I know who to call when I buy a fixer-upper." Danny notes aloud, He can't help but smile slightly at the mad mix-mash of sights, sounds and colors, that somehow all work together. Here at least.

Lore: 4d3 - 8 + 1 ⇒ (2, 2, 2, 2) - 8 + 1 = 1

Danny don't notice SQUAT. ;P

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