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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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Evil GM

The robed figure intones in a deep voice; "So, you have brought me here vampire..." there's obvious disdain in his deep voice, along with a hint of a French accent mixed with something deeper.

It moves over to the table standing behind his chair and looks down over the seated figures - virtually staring at Laurence.

The ghouls move into the room, a trio of them taking up guard positions. Whilst Lord Laurence blusters and bristles profusely; "My dear fellow, it's excellent that you agreed to join us." He says misreading the mood of the third party there for the talks.

Changling Spellsinger Physical: [] [] [] Mental: [X] [] [] [] Social: [] [] [] [] FP:10

Only years of practicing in front of audiences allows Danny to hide the shudder he feels as the newcomer enters the room.

The singer isn't foolish enough to take the tall man (?!?) up on his obvious challenge of a soul gaze. Danny himself didn't have the required access to 'magic' to cause it, but his past experiences with his own Third Eye made him fairly certain that he didn't want a Soul Gaze with THIS creep to be his first.

But reacting like almost everyone else in the room gave Danny a chance to scope out the newcomer. And process what he was going to do about Andrew and Bunny's current state.

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

'Alright, so Andrew and Bunny have had dealings with Fae before. And have had the Fairy Whammy put on them. Not surprising, considering Bunny's proclivity for 'sharing the love'. <Ahem> So somehow Lord Hoidy-Toidy's Vamp-gaze can counter it? Maybe? But he's released them? So the FIRST whammy is now back in effect. Which might be a good thing, IF Her Highness is feeling cooperative. That pretty much means Andrew and Bunny are under OUR control. Wait,... WHY would Little Lord Vampleroy release his control of the Wolves, knowing that Morticia here is a Fae? He wouldn't give us an advantage unless,...'

Danny takes a swift, surreptitious second glance at the newcomer.

'Either he wants us to have Andrew and Bunny on our side for some reason,... against Him?!? OR,... he knows that This guy can take control?!??? Who IS this guy anyway?!?'

'Sigh. I'm glad it's not TOO easy. I wouldn't want to be bored or anything.'

Male Warrior-Bard of Old; Herald of Brigid Stress: P: OOOO M:OOOO S:OOO; Fate Points: 2

Kenneth keeps his formal stance as the man approaches, looking slightly away as a sign of deference, rather than from a refusal to accept the soulgaze. Wouldnae be polite.. and I dinnae ken what he'd see ay me, which, given Molly being there an all, wouldnae be the brightest thing I could dae... Heck, it'd almost be as hair-brained as one ay Danny's plans...

That thought causes the slightest pull on the right side of his mouth before he pushes down the chuckle, and keeps his stoic face as he turns his attention back to Danny, raising an eyebrow in question, silently asking, Any bright ideas? Do ye ken what we've gotten our fool selves intae?

He starts to scan the room again, I'd like tae think that betwixt the tae ay us we can figure things out a'fore they turn lethal...though considering our past history, I'd say the odds ay nae having this go at least a wee bit sideways are remote...

Evil GM

The robed figure looks at the werewolves and isn't best pleased, there's a slight shake of his head. Whether at the situation, or the pair letting/being put in that position.

Molly cuts Laurence off with a shuffle of her papers; the self-styled Lord of York goes white with rage.
"Now, my Mistress has you here. She wishes to negotiate for certain rights and knowledges. There's a certain compound she'll like to be able to distribute, requiring your expertise and a minor spell that needs to be broken." Molly waves away the later, as if it's of no import.

Laverna taps her chin, to signify that she's listening whilst Andrew warms her boots. "Payment? And what specifics?"

Laurence has moved to one side, near Mr Aggogo who's calming presence is restraining the volatile vampire.

The lawyer continues; "We'd like safe delivery through the Never-never and a few specific ingredients harvested from there. It'd be a monthly delivery, to arrive here and be taken in by our friendly Harehills Yardies for distribution. There's enough of a migratory & student population that it's impact & your role will be unnoticed by mundane's."

The robed figure speaks; "My Role?!" he has a Eastern European brogue, but heavily influenced by French. From behind him the door opens, drawing sharp breath from the ghoul guards in the room.

Changling Spellsinger Physical: [] [] [] Mental: [X] [] [] [] Social: [] [] [] [] FP:10

Danny has to fight hard to keep from smiling at Laurence's swallowing his anger. For some reason seeing the egotistical vampire go apoplectic with rage tickles Danny's funny bone immensely. But he soldiers through and keeps a straight face. He turns slightly to see and listen to Molly better, and to prevent further temptation to laugh.

"New guy didn't seem to like the werewolves. Can't read him well. Hard to tell if he doesn't like canines in general, or just their current servitude? So what's your story Mister European Guest Star?" Danny muses.

Being no stranger to the fast-talk, it doesn't escape Danny's notice that Molly is delaying her description of payment until after she has described the deal, OR that she casually glossed over 'breaking a spell' as a minor detail. In Danny's (not-so humble) experience, NOTHING to do with REAL magic was ever 'Minor'.

Danny begins watching Molly carefully, listening to her speak yes, but paying more attention to HOW she says it, and more importantly, what she DOESN'T say. So focused is he that he nearly hisses in surprise himself when the ghouls react to the door opening.

Male Warrior-Bard of Old; Herald of Brigid Stress: P: OOOO M:OOOO S:OOO; Fate Points: 2

Kenneth feels his hackles rise, Aye, typical Molly. I'll wager the 'wee' matter ay the spell is far more than a minor matter... and like as nae the biggest ask.

Evil GM

Into the room walks a talk man with a precise beard, his dapper suit is in stark contrast to his blank eyes. The man, Henri Miller, walks almost like an automaton as he slowly enters the room. Stiffly he scans the room, surveying the proceedings with an aloof demeanour.
Beside him is a sickly looking woman, wan, of middling years pretty but her eyes are pale, too pale. They see to say that they've seen things of such esoteric and arcane malediction. Unlike the man beside her though her movements are fluid as she takes his elbow and moves him away to one side, near the grate that Sal is hiding inside.

You've seen photo's of the woman before, that's Henri's dead wife....or the spitting image of her.

For the first time; Lady looks a bit rattled; "Who're they?" she asks her voice not betraying her emotions, but Molly expression is one of such that an unknown element has been introduced.

Lawrence replies gloatingly and smoothly; "Just thralls..." Obviously hiding something.

It's then you notice the robed figure with burnished eyes hasn't taken them off the pair since they entered.

Male Warrior-Bard of Old; Herald of Brigid Stress: P: OOOO M:OOOO S:OOO; Fate Points: 2

Kenneth resists the urge to cock his head, Well, noo.. This has the look ay something a wee bit interesting... , then quickly looks over to Danny, jerking his head toward the robed figure, Hope ye be paying attention, lad.

P: ◘ ◘ ◘ ◘ S: ◘ ◘ M: X ◘ FP: ◘ ◘ ◘ ◘ ◘ ; Minor mental (?)

Typical party. I sit in the corner not knowing anybody in the room, Sal thinks, Unless that guy who just came in is the one Danny was blathering about at length that one day. I should really try to pay attention when he's talking, but... Despite the tension in the room, Sal struggles to smother a yawn.

Changling Spellsinger Physical: [] [] [] Mental: [X] [] [] [] Social: [] [] [] [] FP:10

Danny blinks. Twice. The only indication that something is wrong to those that know him. A glance from any of the others shows that he is now in 'Full Performance' mode, (as opposed to his previous 'Having Fun' mode).

"Thralls? Really? Danny retorts just as smoothly and full of himself as Lawrence. His smug look to Lawrence almost sings, 'I know something you don't know!'

"And here I thought this meeting was for Important invited guests only. My Lady does not take well to having her time wasted." Danny points out with impeccable politeness.

Coming from the apparently unarmed dandy, in the middle of a room full of magically-powered malcontents and otherworldly creatures, the subtle threat seems very ominous indeed.

Evil GM

Molly sniffs hard at Dannys' comment, to which Laverna the Sidhe Lady retorts softly with fluid voice. "My concierge is correct, I don't want my time wasted despite the lovely gift." She ruffles Andrew's hair. "Plus I doubt, any spell-ritual is but a small thing - the payment will be great, especially if you continue to obfuscate."

Evil GM

Mollys face drops slightly at the insult until the Mademoiselle taps her on the arm in reassurance and to continue to the real meat of the problem. She shuffles her papers with a hint of nervousness; "Certainly, we require concessions from the gentleman." She nods to the robed figure; "Especially with regards to the embargo from Holland and actions of July 28th 1912." He inclines his head conceding he might be willing to listen.

Molly addresses the Winter Emissary; "From you, we propose that firstly we gain access to a route in the Never-Never, that takes a cargo from Holland to York - open once a month and in perfect safety with a journey time both transitory and empiric of no more than 1 day. That your concierge negotiates with the Triads to ensure that we can distribute the product on his turf, with recompense appropriate. And a small number of ingredients taken from your lands. She pauses significantly, taking a small nervous breath; "In exchange...."
"Lady Laverna, we know your Queen sent Princess Duana here to ascertain the mystical strength of the city. We would be happy to extend all of that to you and...."

Lord Lawrence interrupts; "NO! THIS IS MY CITY!!!"

The Poppy Court sire rises; "Not....any....more...."
The waves of power emanating from her cause all around to take a step back.
A Discipline or Rapport Roll please to defend.

Evil GM

The pale lady is forced against the wall, her partner falls to the floor his spindly legs not being able to hold him.

Andrew lets out a howl and Bunny a deep growl.

The ghoul security, keeping well away from the pale human couple move into a wary combat stance.

Whilst Lord Lawrence absolutely livid with rage moves his hand towards the pocket of his frock coat.

P: ◘ ◘ ◘ ◘ S: ◘ ◘ M: X ◘ FP: ◘ ◘ ◘ ◘ ◘ ; Minor mental (?)

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

Male Warrior-Bard of Old; Herald of Brigid Stress: P: OOOO M:OOOO S:OOO; Fate Points: 2

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

Kenneth tenses as the sire rises, and wraps a burning wall of the Flame of Kildare around his mind before the onslaught, Nae this time, Opium-Overlord.

As the mental wave washes over him, he quickly turns to check on Danny, trying to stiffly play his role in a way that covers his genuine concern, when a thought occurs to him. He smiles mischeviously as he asks in a concerned voice, but pitched loud enough to echo across the whole roon, "Be you alright lad? That was more than a wee bit unexpected. I dinnae mean tae speak out ay turn, but I cannae help but notice that wasnae the most hospitable ay reactions I've ever seen at one ay these discussions..."

Changling Spellsinger Physical: [] [] [] Mental: [X] [] [] [] Social: [] [] [] [] FP:10

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

Did we ever put a number on what Ken's 'Mental Armor' potions did? +1? +2? etc? :)

"Holy,..." Danny inadvertently blurts out before the palpable wave of power hits him. Again. For like the second time in ten minutes.

Fortunately his mental reactions are ALMOST as quick as his mouth. As he watches Henri and the girl who COULD be Lord Lawrence's dead wife reel from the mere unleashed presence of the Opium King, he is already reciting a limerick from 'Spamalot' (AKA-Monty Python and the Holy Grail The Musical) Because he was caught by surprise, he can actually be heard muttering the lyrics aloud,...

"I don't know but it's been said,
We're off to war we're not yet dead.
Become a knight and you'll go far,
In suspenders and a bra!"

Performance: 4d3 - 8 + 5 ⇒ (3, 1, 2, 1) - 8 + 5 = 4

To Danny, the mental image of Knights (lovingly cocooned in wonderful, thick, protective armor) overlaid by the obvious cheap visual gag, always gives him a laugh. Providing a buffer for the mental attack.

So, Discipline was 4, Performance was 4, declaring Aspect 'Sorry, I was too busy Laughing' (Small Area? <those next to me, so Ken, Bunny, etc> still leaves a +2 bonus from that roll? As added Mental Armor, not block as before) Do Danny's total Discipline is +6, plus whatever Ken's potion is providing. :)

Male Warrior-Bard of Old; Herald of Brigid Stress: P: OOOO M:OOOO S:OOO; Fate Points: 2

Ken's Lore is 5, so he can crank out 5-shifters -- but since he'd be more like to go social armour than block (since a broken block ruins it), and armour's half-strength, we'd be looking at soaking 2 points from any leftover damage, with the last shift to increase duration to make sure it lasted the whole scene. At least, I think that's right -- with the pause, I'm a little less sure of my grasp on all that.

Changling Spellsinger Physical: [] [] [] Mental: [X] [] [] [] Social: [] [] [] [] FP:10

I'm new enough to FATE that I wont swear to it, but that sounds correct. ;)

So, if above IS all correct, Danny's total is +8 for the defense against the Opium Vamp.

Danny leans back a little, then forward a little, and a chuckle actually escapes his lips.

"Woo! What a rush!" He chuckles with a slight manic look in his eye.

The short singer blinks as Ken's words sink into his potion & Vamp-magiked brain. Seeing Lord Lawrence reach into his coat, something clicks in Danny's brain. Then another couple of somethings. Right or wrong, Danny thinks he's finally put the pieces of the puzzle together.

Well, most of them, anyway. And even if he's only half right, that still puts him and his friends in the middle of a boatload of explosives.

Danny steps forward and points at Lord Lawrence, and in his best projective TV-News-Anchor voice bellows, "DON'T TOUCH THAT DIAL! It's a setup! But the FAE aren't the ones being played for a sucker! Details after this!"

Performance: 4d3 - 8 + 5 ⇒ (2, 1, 3, 1) - 8 + 5 = 4

Well, hopefully that's good enough to prevent Lawrence from blowing us all to heck! Yet,... ;P

Evil GM

So you guys are fine from the psychic attack.

Lawrence hesitates just for a moment as Danny calls out a warning, there's a subtle flash of something that once might have been guilt before pomposity, self-importance and ego drained any form of guilt or emotional resonance away. The Poppy-Court lady can see it, and snarls a light curse.

With unnatural quickness she leaps, claws outstretched, at Lawrence only for her course to be bumped off by Agoggo leaping to intercept. The trio fall to the floor, whereby there starts to be a tussle.

The mystical pressure in the room starts to increase and become oppressive as the vampires vie for dominance....

However it's clear that this is also the signal that the ghouls have been waiting for to start their own pre-emptory 'security'.

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