Hard Times in the Big Easy

Two Weeks Worth
Ninja'd Yo!

Our heroes spent some time investigating a containment circle to use on the Denarian that would be easiest to track and control, Haley Vulpe. After getting people gathered safely within St. Louis Cathedral under the supervision of Father Max Massey, the group set off to see what they could do to save some lives.

Alandria had given her father a heads up, and warned him to get out of town. She also met with a local skinwalker who had been seeking information about her kind. The woman agreed to help them out with the demon, intrigued by reports of the demon being able to shift forms.

Jack took some time out to break into Alandria’s home after he and she got into an argument about her father. She had warned him to keep away from her father and let him know that she was willing to do what she had to do to protect him. Jack didn’t like this, and found a hair in Alandria’s apartment to use at a later time. While there, he vandalized the place to make it look likeher mother had been the one t break in, carving scripture on the wall. The landlord caught him and forced jack to pay him cash in order to be let go.

In the middle of this all, Nevarres disappeared to go have lunch with his Denarian girlfriend, Rose Weaver. Rose tried to entice him to rejoin the ranks of the Fallen, indicating that Nevarres had once been working side by side with the demons.

Ian built the containment circle with the help of Jack’s finances. It was then mounted on the ceiling in an abandoned house built shotgun style. They positioned themselves for the trap, using their new shapechanger ally. Alandria and the woman had went to Roane’s home to find a picture of him, and then the baby skinwalker took Roan’s form, standing at the end of tha hallway.

Ian begun to cast a summoning spell, though they made it seem as tough Alandria were the one summoning the Denarian, using it as bait to attract Haley. It was not a true summoning spell. The spell had enough energy in it to say “Hey, here I am over here..”

Within short time Haley showed up along with Rose. All seemed to go well with the containment circle, until the Denarian started to wrap it’s hair around itself. Ian held back too long, wanting maximum power, and by the time he released the stored energy of the circle, the Denarian had wrapped itself in a cocoon, shielding itself from all mortal magic. The attempts to convince Haley to give up the coin had failed.

All hell broke loose. Nevarres disappeared yet again, along with Rose, who had been sitting outside on Ian’s car, watching.

Haley faced a moment of confusion when the shapechanger took on the form of the common representation of Jesus Christ. Just as she started to talk to Haley and try to get her to give up the coin, Jack opened fire with his gun, riddling the Denarian with bullets and sending her diving through a wall into another room.

As the dust settled, Alandria and Haley attacked at exactly the same time. Alandria used her new control over water magic to draw holy water out of three opened jugs at her feet that Jack had brought. Hellfire and Holy Water clashed, severely damaging both Haley and Alandria. The shapechanger ally attacked as a bear, charging Haley and knocking her into the next house.

Haley unfortunately took on some vampiric aspects and drained the shapechanger of her blood as the two grappled. The shapechanger turned to dust, and Jack shot Haley with a holy water tranquilizer gun. The damage inflicted was great, and Jack had to choose between a chance to retrieve the coin, as fire started from a broken gas main, or to get his allies out of the burning house safely.

Jack got them all to safety.

Later, Alandria took the time to look for her father to double check on his safety, but was unable to contact him for the second time. She used formal channels this time, standing at the banks of Lake Pontchartrain and summoning him by Name. There was no response, save for a bubble of blood bursting on the surface of the water. Worried, Alandria waded into the water, her first instincts leading her to help her father. Underwater, she found a way to the nevernever closing, and she dove through it without thinking twice.

Landing in a pool of blood, Alandria was greeting with the sight of her father staked to a wall by iron railroad spikes, his belly eviscerated, intestines dangling down into the pool. Fish were biting chunks out of the entrails, with the entrails healing up shortly thereafter. The wound on his belly was not healing, a sign it had been made by iron.

Alandria’s presence attracted one of the fish, a piranha, she learned as it took a bite out of her thigh. She hurried out of the blood and skirted the side of the pool till she could reach her father. She managed to her him down from the wall, and with every effort of will she could muster, she tore a hole in the nevernever to take him to safety.

She had expected to return to Lake Pontchartrain, but to her horror, she found herself in an office. A woman walked over to her, and she heard Rose’s familiar voice. “Oh my. It looks like someone needs help!” She sounded delighted, and not concerned for Alandria or Roane in the least.

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She's comin...AND HELLS COMIN WITH HER!!!!

Feburary 15th

Tonight started with Nevarres dutifully attending to his duties as a librarian, Jack getting his first big assignment from the Erlking, Alan getting an S.O.S. from a local group of Wiccans, and Ian trying to get some personal work done.

Jack was ordered by the Erlking to track down a fae that was late on his rent and bring either payment or his forearm back. Jack used his personal contacts to track the fae to a dilapidated hotel. There he was fooled into accidentally jumping off a balcony by way of illusion. Jack survived the fall and fiercely tracked his target to a beach where he smartly evaded another illusion meant to allow his quarry a speedy getaway…in Jacks car. Jack managed to eventually catch the fae, Roane, but was given the old shanghai switch and was duped into letting him go for a sham of the targets back rent…more to come on this front next week!

Nevarres now has a secret admirer who sent him gummie bears and a rose…awww. Nev pricked his finger on a thorn so he tossed the rose and scarfed the gummies. A kindly old man then took the rose with Nev’s permission for whatever it is kindly old homeless men do with bloody roses.

Alan was contacted by a coven who had members going missing over the past few days. After attempting to gain entry to the home of one of the coven, she decided that Ian would be a good back up partner and gave him a call. They both investigated the coven members home and found a ritually sacrificed family in the basement. After scouring the house for clues an address book led them to the next intended victim.

The group was given the call to assemble and did so at the next wiccan’s house. As they searched the home they came across a strange woman dressed in a straight jacket with wild black hair in the basement. She had bound the family and as they entered the room the sight of Alan froze her in mid-thought. After a moment a fierce battle ensued with yet more water mains bursting and dryers and washing machines being thrown around like rag dolls. During the battle the woman burned Alan’s forehead with a large “W”. As the battle spun down it seemed the woman was defeated only for the groups victory to literally go down a drain. Frustrated Ian attempted a vision and was unprepared for what he got. Not quite himself, Ian attacked Alan and was disarmed by Jack.

Ian’s vision was not a total waste however, he discovered who had sent Nev his gifts….and who the woman was. The woman was Alan’s mother and Nev had been given his gifts by an ex-girlfriend…both of which are now possessed by the fallen angels or the Blacked Order of the Denarius. Will our hero’s survive? Will they find religion? Will their souls be blackened by these fallen angels? Only time will tell….

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Ashes to Ashes
Or: We didn't start the fire. She did!
January 27, 2006

Early in the morning, Jack and Nevarres headed out to pay a visit to Albert U. Cardinael at his church in East New Orleans. Jack questioned Albert about churches in the vicinity that may house Gregor, but didn’t turn up any immediate information. He did manage to get some holy water blessed, didn’t manage to get some Bacardi 151 blessed, to his great disappointment, and left Albert with his card and Email address in case he turned something up.

Meanwhile, Alandria paid a visit to her father to exchange a favor for a rare and valuable item she needed to produce a powerup potion intended to enhance her magic.

The quartet met up later that evening to tail Gregor’s thrall, but unfortunately, their attempt to didn’t exactly go well. Due to a lack of communication among the three drivers, they all immediately pulled out to follow their quarry as soon as he left work … but he made no effort to shake them off, and proceeded directly to an obnoxiously large, garish church, heavily adorned with broadcasting towers. A televangelist church. Nobody was particularly thrilled to see this.

Alandria took this time to view the church under the Sight, and the results were … unpleasant: The gutted corpses of hopes and faith were scattered about the parking lot and the church proper, while bloated vulture-like creatures feasted on the remains. More usefully, she also perceived that only a few parts of the church appeared to have any kind of threshold or warding at all. And then Jack walked into her line of Sight. He appeared much as he truly was: A boy, painfully young, but possessed of great strength and carrying a heaping load of weapons. But stretched out behind him, far larger and darker than it had any right to be, his shadow held something … a wild, deadly power. And it saw her looking at it. It was then that she managed to close her sight, and none too soon: They had been noticed, wandering around the parking lot talking and looking unkempt.

Ian gave the security guard in his cute little security golf cart a weak story about bringing their friend (Alandria) to be saved, which the rest immediately played along with, and feigned disappointment upon learning that the church was closed. But the kind-hearted security officer wasn’t going to let them leave empty-handed: He gave them all a handful of Chick Tracts for guidance.

Decisions were made: They would get some rest, then come back in the morning. Everyone crashed at Jack’s apartment, after giving him enough time to turn off and unplug everything remotely sensitive. Ian and Alandria attempted to get a little more training in (successfully for a change!) and killed Jack’s refrigerator.

January 28, 2006

Early in the morning, Jack dragged everybody out of bed and led them to his armory: Another storage unit, just like his workshop. After ensuring that everybody else was properly kitted out with Kevlar vests and handguns (he didn’t trust them with anything bigger, and they thankfully didn’t ask), he suited himseful up in a SWAT suit, complete with riot shield. With a towel strapped to the front of the shield. Never forget your towel.

Shortly after sunrise proper, the crew arrived back at Gregor’s church to find … a full parking lot. Televangelists broadcast in the early morning. They decided to park somewhere else and wait on things to clear out a bit, then came back when it was a bit less crowded, to find a trio of security guards in their security carts. Ian checked them with his sight, and found that one was a renfield … and he saw the Church. His perception of the place was a fair bit different from Alandria’s: He perceived it as a large Mayan pyramid, at the top of which people willingly flung themselves down on the Altar to have their hearts ripped out, then were kicked aside for the next supplicant. And the next. And the next. And then he got his sight under control, and attempted to inform Nevarres and Jack of the Renfield. He failed.

Jack gave Nevarres a stun gun and asked him to put the guards and the Renfield down. The normal human guard he attempted to stun went fine. The second one he thought was human, however, was the miscommunicated renfield, and knocked him flying. Then Jack ran him over. Thoroughly. And damaged his car. Thoroughly. Somewhere along the way, the alarm was raised, bars were being lowered over the doors, and … nobody cared, because Ian hexed it down in a hurry.

After breaking (quite literally) through the front doors, they followed Alandria’s memory to the threshold … and had a problem. Namely: There was a threshold, and only Jack could ignore it with impunity. After a bit of thinking while Jack continued to explore the rooms (a kitchen and dining area), Ian managed to bring down the ward, which seemed to serve as a supernatural alarm. As sirens began to wail outside, Ian set up a veil over the kitchen door to delay the police finding them.

They found a door leading downstairs, and after a pause for Jack to soak his toweled shield in holy water, and Alandria to pass Jack a speed potion, they went downstairs. And ran right into a group of Renfields behind makeshift cover, where Jack put his shield and armor to good use keeping everybody from getting shot up in the first moments of the encounter, Ian put his force magic to good use pinning a pair of renfields to the wall with a couch, Alandria started a bunch of goddamn fires, Nevarres played Jump-rope with a pool table, and Jack got hit with a flaming fooseball table. And then he shot the Renfield who threw it in the face with a shotgun at nearly point blank range.

Nevarres took care of the fire, Jack took care of survivors, and once they found another set of stairs down, Jack wasted a flashbang. Downstairs was what appeared to be an old bomb shelter with two heavy submarine-style doors. The first one contained a box, and nothing else. Somebody had the bright idea to close the door behind them, and then someone else poked the box. It was essentially a magic flashbang. And then a chunk of ceiling collapsed and water began to pour into the room. Jack attempted to open the door and found it locked, naturally. Ian attempted to magic his way out, both trying to take out the door and cut a hole into the nevernever, but the water was grounding out his magic. Alandria tried to melt it, and her magic washed off. Nevarres and Jack made their own efforts, with just as little success. As the room was getting full, Alandria continued to stand on the floor, underwater … and with some struggling, managed to pull on her fae side enough to force the water into the room faster, harder, and blow the door completely off its hinges, washing the men out into the hallway. Alandria was able to exit with considerably more dignity.

After drying off, rearming, and bracing themselves, they tried the other door. Nevarres opened it, Jack took point behind his shield, and the magic users stayed in the back, as is the natural order of things. As soon as the door was open, Jack had a brief moment to see a dark room full of more furniture converted to cover, then a bright flash, and then a bullet flew through his shield, and lodged itself in the strike plate of his body armor. And it was hot. Nevarres tackled Jack to the ground, landing them all in a tangle. Jack got himself loose, chugged the potion, and things got crazy.

A grenade was used to no effect. A super soaker backpack full of lighter fluid was shot mid-throw by an armor piercing incendiary rifle shot. Flares were thrown, shouting was done, and eventually Alandria lit the entire room on fire. Gregor came barreling out, threw Alandria into the flaming room, and made a dash for the stairs. Nevarres pursued, managed to knock him off balance so that Jack, close behind, could get in a shot with his own incendiary rounds: Shotgun shells, in his case. Unfortunately, Gregor managed to use Nevarres as a human shield, and only caught part of the blast. And that is when Ian showed them all what a White Council Wizard could fucking do. He gathered up all of the fire Alandria had spread around into a single blast, along with most of the heat in the area, and essentially shoved it down Gregor’s throat. There wasn’t enough of him left to bother sweeping up.

And all that left was the little issue of the police. Going back upstairs would get them arrested. Staying downstairs would eventually get them arrested too. Their only choice was to retreat into the nevernever, a dubious proposition at best, but the only choice they had. So Ian opened a Way. Into the middle of a pack of Acid-drooling Hellhound Hyenas.

The hyenas spread out to circle the small group, laughing maniacally. Ian, Nevarres, and Alandria all managed to keep their heads. Jack, however … the circling, the laughing, the acid, the nearly getting shot through the chest with incendiary ammunition, it was all too much. The Hyenas, normally something that wouldn’t bother him, frightened him. They were intimidating. And Jack responded to this in the only way he knows how: He found the biggest, boldest looking one, assumed it was the Alpha, and shot it dead, then started shouting threats at the Hyenas until they gave him a little space.

Everybody expected Ian to have some idea where to go. Ian had no clue where to go. He spotted a building of some sort, decided it was better than nothing, and told them that was the proper way to go. So Jack started marching that way, gun trained on the Hyena most directly in their path, and kept walking. The Hyena flinched first, and they proceeded unmolested to the building.

They found a pair of goblins, that proclaimed themselves followers of The Autumn Court, and expressed interest in collecting a bounty on Ian for being a wizard, until asked what it would cost for safe passage back to the mortal realm: A service to their lord for each that sought passage, or Alandria making her Choice and swearing fealty to the master of the Autumn Court.

They were all led to the great hall of the autumn court, where goblins and other less recognizable wyldfae of all description were gathered, feasting raucously … until the mortals stepped in. A hush fell over the room, so quickly and completely, it was almost (almost my ass) as if it was practiced specifically to unnerve interlopers. Not that it was necessary. Lounging at the head of the hall, up several stairs to a raised dais, upon a massive throne, was The Erlking. Jack was dumbstruck. Alandria and the others took to their knees. Jack was too shocked to join them.

A female satyr, acting as mouthpiece for the Erlking, laid down the terms necessary for safe passage, once it was made clear what they sought: Agree to answer the call of The Hunt, once. Or, should she prove herself worthy, Alandria could make her Choice, and swear herself to the Erlking and his court. As she was in the process of agreeing, Jack snapped back to himself and shouted over her, declaring himself worthy, completely ignoring that nobody had been talking to him.

The Satyr made the mistake of expressing amusement at ‘the human cub’, and set Jack off in a sort of calm fury: He stalked up the stairs to her (despite Alandria’s attempts to hold him back), and bitch-slapped her with his riot shield, then proceeded to loudly declare his name and prowess to the entire court. The Satyr, fully prepared to shank the young Belmont for his insolence, was halted by her King, who laughed uproariously at this display, and asked for proof of his claims. Jack then promised that he could, with ease, accomplish anything the Erlking could ask of him. The Erlking accepted this oath, and Jack felt himself bound by the power of it. They were granted passage back to the mortal realm, down a well well that landed them in the New Orleans bayou.

Ian has succeeded in his task.
Alandria has taken a further step toward her fae side.
Jack has recklessly bound himself to the Erlking’s service.
And Nevarres is still doing fine.

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The Old Man and The Sea

January 24th, 2006

Nevarres was working on fixing up his ‘House’ when some Funky Fish people started snooping around late last night. Nevarres, being the smart one he is, hid. The fish people never really bothered Nevarres or tried to come into his home. The only thing they really did was dig up dead bodies on the beach. Not recognizing these strange people, Nevarres decided to wait until the morning, where he then proceeded to his new job, at the Main Library. After some careful research, Nevarres managed to deduct that these creatures were Drowners: Creatures that would Drown their victims and turn them into a Drowned One, or Kill you and eat you if you were fortunate enough to be on land. Not liking these things on his Front Lawn, Nevarres called up Jack Belmont. Gave him the whole rundown, and set up a meeting with him that night to scope out the Drowners, and try and see what they were up to.
Jack was incredibly hung over, and forgot the meeting. Nevarres was stuck alone watching the Drowners again.

Januray 25th.

Ian called Alandria for some help on a Stakeout, and to get some training done. They met across from The Le Chaise Restaurant in an abandoned warehouse. Things didn’t start out well. Ian went off on Alandria for having no control, Then Alandria went off on Ian for not showing her anything to help with her Control, and it escalated poorly to the point where they both almost walked out on each other. Finally they managed to cool down, and work out a agreement, and get on with the task of staking out the restaurant.

Nevarres called Jack AGAIN to remind him about the Drowners. Jack complained about a hangover. Finally, Jack was on his way to Nevarres’s house. It took nearly ten minutes of yelling at Nevarres to get the location, but he finally managed to make it over there.
Just in time to be called by Ian, or a attempted call by Ian. I Ian’s magic was screwing with the reception. Jack’s response prompted Ian to hang up. Few minutes later, Alandria called, informing him that she and Ian were staking the Le Chaise Restaurant out, and that they should head over there for a late night bust in.

Jack and Nevarres headed over to The Le Chaise Restaurant, and set about trying to find Ian. It wasn’t hard, seeing as how Ian was practically fogging up the window in the Warehouse he was in, being so close to it. Jack drove around and parked about a block away and the two walked to where Ian and Alandria where located. After a nice lecture from Jack about how much Ian sucked at Stakeouts, a flash caught Nevarres’s attention, and Nevarres pointed out how the entire time Ian had been watching the restaurant, the restaurant and been watching them. So, Deciding that tonight was not a great night for breaking and entering, The four decided to handle the Drowner problem first.

After they managed to make it to Nevarres’s house, they started looking around and found traces where the Drowners and Drowned ones and been snooping around some more. As the sun went down, the group decided to split up. Nevarres and Jack went to the second Story of Nevarres’s house, Ian went to another house on down the beach, and Alandria…went into the water for a short time, then joined Jack and Nevarres in the Beach house. It didn’t take long for the creatures to show up. Repeated their actions from the night before: sniff around, find bodies, Dig them up, and take them into the water. When the last group found a body, the group all acted and tried to catch one.

At first Jack and Nevarres were just going to cripple one, and try and capture it. As they were fixing to set their plan into motion, the earth reached up and grabbed the 5 or 6 left and tried to hold them in place. Everyone saw Ian Running towards the Creatures, so they all assumed it was him who had tried the restraint. The creatures did not like there new restraints though, and broke them with little effort. Seeing things go bad, Everyone jumped into action. Nevarres, having read that these creatures where fairly strong, ran outside, and drug his sword in a Circle around the creatures, not really wanting to directly fight them. Ian threw some Will into the Circle and popped up a barrier around the Creatures.

Ian and Jack started haggling the creatures for information, and after they didn’t talk, Jack shot one of the smaller ones in the leg as a warning shot. The bigger, smarter Drowner, called a Drowned One, threw a wicked looking coral knife at Jack. Jack mostly managed to get out of the way, but the knife was incredibly sharp, and managed to leave a solid slash in his thigh. Alandria finally managed to talk Ian and Jack down for a moment, and started confronting the creature peacefully, and guess what? It listened. Shocking. That (should have) showed Jack and Ian that violence isn’t always the answer. The Creature answered most questions the best it could. Turn’s out it was supplying food for the Ghouls, with the dead corpses they dug up. The drowned one wanted Alandria’s hair for payment for the location of the drop off, and Alandria refused to give it. So Ian tried to shoot one, and failed. He tried again, and Failed miserably.
At this point Alandria and Nevarres just walked away, leaving Ian and Jack to deal with them. Jack wanted to walk away too, but Ian was being a Ass and wanted to kill them. Finally Ian managed to shoot one, only to have a knife thrown at him. Ian being the super badass wizard he was, decided he was going to redirect the knife back at the creature, hopefully catching it off guard and gimping it. Well, Ian redirected it, right back at the creature too! But the drowned one simply caught the knife, with very little effort, and indicated the next one was going at Jack. Jack and Ian gave up and walked away to just leave the creatures there to return to the ocean in the morning.

As they walked back to the car, Jack and Ian got in a heated arguement that ended in Jack throwing a light punch at Ian, which ultimately angered the wizard to the point that he dropped a Boat on top of the Drowners and drowned one. They all went their seperate ways after that. Except Nevarres, whom Jack invited to chill at his place for a while, because the drowners were sure to be upset by Ian’s actions, and may take it out on Nevarres.

January 26th

Early the 26th Alandria, wanting to find out more about Gregor, The Master Black Court Vampire, went to her Father for advice. After much sexual harassment, she managed to get some decent information out of the Fae. Things such as: ‘Why not try the hospital?’ or ‘Places that collect lots of blood.’ You know, really obvious things that no one really bothered to think of.
Alandria swang by Jack’s house to pass on the information, and was met with a hot headed teenager. Jack, freshly wakened and sore, took issue with the near-wizard showing up at his place without warning and putting his expensive electrical appliances at risk, and demanded that she head down the hall in an extremely rude, and loud, fashion. A standoff ensued, and the violence was beginning to look likely, when Alandrai and backed down, unwilling to risk the situation coming to a violent conclusion.

Alandria passed the news on to Ian as well, who decided to look into it himself. That day Ian went to the Red Cross, and being the kind person he was, gave blood. The entire time he was there, Ian was popping his Sight on and off to see if he could find a trace of Gregor. One worker caught his attention, Ethan. Ethan had been converted into a Renfield: A dangerous, harshly broken thrall that seemed to have a chain attached to him under The Sight, leading off to the west. He hung around until after hours, and attempted to tail Ethan home, but unfortunately, he lost him … on a westbound interstate. Ian called Jack up, gave him the name, asked if he could track down anything else on him, and if he’d be willing to help tail him the next day. Jack agreed, then threw Nevarres in front of a computer, and Nevarres managed to dig up some more information on Mr. Ethan McClain. The information was passed back to Ian. After that, Jack and Nevarres went out on a date.

The LeChaise Restaurant Reconized Jack’s family name instantly, and Nevarres’s Sword just as fast. Despite this, they were allowed in and served one of the best meals that Jack had tasted in a great while. Nevarres and Jack enjoyed their fine dinner, and asked to speak to the Maitre’D. Jack gave her the run down of What Gregor had been up to, and asked if she could offer any assistance. She unfortunately could not offer any direct assistance, but was willing to give them a useful tidbit of information: Gregor remains an Orthodox Christian, despite his state, and is generally predisposed to lair in churches, much like the one Nevarres and co. Invaded when they first attempted to find him. Jack offered, unbidden, to repay the old lady with a favor of similar nature, then he and Nevarres took their leave.

On the horizon: Jack goes to church, and everybody stalks a relief worker.

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A Lesson in Firepower

This session spans 3 days. Jan 15, 16, and 17 2006.

15th
Nevarres: “I’m a pacifist. Doesn’t mean my sword is.”

Nevarres was looking into details on some brutal animal attacks that had been happening the last few days.

Jack had been hopping around bars trying to find trouble and failing.

Alandria approached Ian at his job to officially ask for tutoring in the magical arts. Ian was worried to be seen with her at his place of business, and the two made plans out back to meet up for some training. Ian asked her to get Jack to come along with some firepower so he could train as well. The catch: Lessons are not free. She must pay by buying him dinner for each one. Damn hobo.

After Alandria leaves, Ian receives an invitation to dinner. The letter is old fashioned vellum and has a wax seal with the Le Chaise family seal on it.

The three met down by the docks in the early evening, as Ian had a date later on. Ian had needed to set up a veil over their practice space while they worked, because the cops had shown up to see what the hell he was doing. Ian assessed Alandria’s control over fire, and it turned out to be GREAT. She could aim like a pro. He failed to make any headway on teaching her restraint.

With Jacks help he was able to adjust a spell that would, instead of making a flat shield, would make a funnel shield, catching a ranged attack and turning it back on its originator.

When Ian tried to teach Alandria how to use force magic, the results were basically training for a staring contest. Alandria grunted and strained and made gestures to no avail, unable to get any effects to happen. Towards the end of her practicing, she did notice a puddle a foot away react to her gestures. The wind was not blowing and there was no one near the puddle. It was clear it had reacted to her in some way. Ian refused to address the topic, as he needed to get going for his date. Alandria paid Ian with a bagged dinner, and then took off.

Ian attends his date at Chateau Le Bleue (The Blue Castle, a high class restaurant that happens to be accorded neutral ground in the area. The business has been closed to the public and Ian’s date is none other than Gregor Yoslanovich. Ian decides to use his sight on the vampire and he sees him for what he is. A military man who has been dead a good long while, clinging to his gun. He radiates pure evil.

Gregor buys Ian dinner just to talk to him and find out why he is trying to get himself killed by going after a vampire so strong. The two banter, trying to intimidate each other. Ultimately ends with the vampire telling Ian to get motivated. He will kill one person that Ian knows, every month, until Ian surrenders himself or one of them is dead.

Gregor: “Why do you want this death?”
Ian: “You might say, you’re my doctorate.”
Gregor: “….. That’s a hell of a thesis.”

16th
Everyone meets up to discuss the recent animal attacks and vampires. Ian shares with us what will happen if he doesn’t kill the vampire soon. He tries to find a way to get the owner of the comic book shop out of town. He arranges to send him to a comic book convention in New York.

The Paranet yielded little information on these killings. However, there is a coroner who says the bite marks on one victim look human. At the scene of the latest attack, a footprint was found. Human.

The most likely place for the next attack to happen seems to be near a school, given the location of the the killings. Ian sets up wards around the perimeter, teaching Alandria how to do so as they go. He takes blood to use to allow everyone in and out of his wards. He takes WAY more than was needed from jack, and actually saved some! He tried to do the same thing to Alandria and she told him to fuck off, and did it herself, giving him only what he needed. Nevarres is not a blood donor.

A zombie shows up, stumbling right through a section of warding that Alandria had done about 3 hours ago. Jack shot it in its arm, and Ian cut a leg off with a force buzz saw. Alandria’s attack hit a second later, taking the zombie in center mass with a fire blast. It should be noted that Alandria was pissed at this point because she had just spent 3 hours helping Ian set up wards that didn’t work. She was sure he would blame it on her since it was a section that she had worked on. She made that fire blast as strong as possible, thinking Ian was full of shit about teaching her things.

The group gave Alandria dirty looks as they were left with body parts that continued to try and move.

Nevarres sensed something in the park, and in investigating the group came across Gideon Altman. Ian used magic to bind him so he wouldn’t run, and jack used guns. Ian used the sight on him and saw a guy who was made up of souls. Many different souls. He was surrounded in a blanket of good.

It was revealed that Viktor Constantine, founder of Eternity Inc, created zombies with no magic. He had an apprentice who was let go. The guys scattered and left Alandria to pick up the zombie pieces so no kids got attacked. After using some of the play doh that Ian used in creating the wards, to make an impression of the zombie teeth, Alandria burned all of the parts in a burn barrel.

The guys got a lead at a graveyard.

Alandria got crafty and made a plaster cast of the teeth impression. She was rather proud of it and took it to a Paranet doctor to see if he could get any dental info from it.

Dr. Malvora was a creepy dentist who wanted to play with Alandria’s teeth. NO WAY. He laughed at her skilled plaster cast, saying it looked like someone had nommed on some Play-Doh and then tried to make a plaster cast out of it. Alandria was embarrassed.

At the grave yard with Gideon, they got some info out of the guy operating the Back hoe. Found out some guys picked up corpses. There is a pickup tomorrow and the group plans to ambush the people.

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The men doing the pickup were easily subdued. Ian stole all their money and some clothes as well as their vehicle. What a role model.

Made it to the address that was retrieved from the pickup guys. The guys bust in and Ian brains the man standing at a centrifuge in there, but not before the guy can hit some sort of alarm. Outside, Alandria notices smoke start to rise from the fireplace. She heads in, looking for the room where the fireplace might be, worried.

She finds doors of refrigerators, but they are hot instead of cold. Opening them, she saw people chained up and screaming as the fire was consuming them. Alandria freaked out and screamed for help, then ran in to try and free people and save them. Nevarres helped to cut people down. After being cut down, the burning people revealed that they were burning zombies and attempted to nom on Nevarres and Alandria. They promptly begun to scream for help.

Alandria had been lucky enough to have readied her shield before she went in, and had a potion of fire resist on hand. Taking no damage from the fire, she was still piled under zombies with her shield pressed down to about an inch away from herself.

Gideon was able to reach in through the pile of zombies and pull me out. Gideon flung Alandria into the hall to safety and Jack caught her. Zombies were pounding on the other doors. Gideon and Nevarres got out of the room, but zombies were attacking Gideo. Alandria saw this as an opportunity to show Ian that she could use fire just as well and fired a concentrated fire blast at the head of a zombie on Gideon. The blast hit in dead in the eyeball. She was so damn proud. Then, things started exploding around them as the blast kept on going and struck some gas lines.

Alandria thanked Gideon sincerely and told him she owed him a favor for saving her life. The group followed and killed the doctor that ran away. Jack popped him in the head.

Ian: “Now that that’s dealt with, anyone got any ideas on how not to get shot?”

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The Bad Boys of Rock

The game started with our characters all meeting up to hear a show from a now famous band called “DuJour”. We each had seperate reasons for being there and came individually so none of us knew the others were there. Jack started a mosh pit and was having a rollicking good time when he noticed a “hobo hottie” walking through the pit. He didn’t really think much of her till a linebacker looking guy smacked into her and pretty much bounced off.

As she moved through the crowd, Jack tried to keep an eye on her and when she hoped the barricade to the band and kicked a guy across the park, he took alot of notice. He interposed himself and ended up shooting her in the knee, she took offense to this for some reason and threw him over the crowd.

That got most of our attentions and as she attempted to close with the band members, hereby known as GuyLiner and crew, most of our crew moved to stop. She ended up getting shot a couple times, hit with a sword a couple times, and tied up in a force straight jacket. As the fight progressed the band fled and the mystery woman brought down the house…literally. The stage fell apart and buried her and Jack. We managed to dig them out and except for her knife, she had disappeared.

We decided to head back to our places and gear up. Afterwards we stopped at Taco Bell for some mojo motivation and started tracking the woman through her knife. Jack wasn’t exactly happy about magic and his car being in the same spot so we stopped to see if Ian could get a divination about why the lady was doing what she did. Alandria used her contacts with the paranet to get some info on the woman who turns out to have escaped from a mental hospital for killing her best friend with a box cutter.

Ian’s vision didn’t turn out the best and he ended up stabbing himself in the stomach in the heat of the vision, though he did get what he wanted. Ian chose not to tell the group everything at that time; simply that it wasn’t her fault and to not kill her. They tracked the woman, hereby known as HH “Hooded Hottie”, to the bands hotel. As Jack distracted security, the rest of us went to the penthouse to try and head off HH.

Nevarres was much faster than Ian and Alandria so he got up to the top faster and was able to catch a glimpse of HH smacking two gaurds into unconciousness then kicking the door in. He tried to incapacitate her and managed to hold her off till Alandria and Ian were there. The trio managed to convince HH that they could take care of GuyLiner and crew, as this band had used dark magic to gain fame and fortune. They had in fact been responsible for letting a demon inhabit HH’s best friend and she had had to kill her to stop her murderous rampage…also trapping the demon inside her.

HH attempted to run through a window and was restrained. She was told that the group could get the demon out of her after GuyLiner and crew were handled. Jack had joined the party by this point and Nevarres and HH went off to hide while GuyLiner and crew were rounded up. After securing the band, it came to the groups attention that security was almost up the elevators so after hexing the elevator to buy some time, Ian did a little magic and they all leapt out of the window floating down to the rooftop of another building.

Wardens were contacted and Guyliner and crew were beheaded. HH and Nevarres met up with the others to try and figure out how to exorcise the demon, unfortunately none of us were real holy so we couldn’t. In the end, a priest from out in the East End of N.O. was brought in, apparently with his red neck hit squad. They agreed to help with the stipulation that if the priest failed, they got to kill HH. We didn’t argue, they had more guns. In the end, the priest was successful and HH was left to her own devices, demon free.

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The Seal's Skin
Character Creation Story

This adventure was part of the character creation process and is the first group adventure that Alandria Vulpé has had with Jack D. Belmont III and Ian Branneal. As such, there is a lot of fine detail that was not played and is missing from the adventure that I purposefully left bare.

Alandria Vulpe had never before met a man as handsome as the gentleman standing before her. He had dark brown hair that was close cropped, but had enough length to show off the wavy nature of it. It was kissed by golden highlights and gave him very much a surfer boy look. When he smiled, his golden brown eyes lit up with warmth and a dimple appeared at the corner of his sensual lips. Alandria could imagine the feel of those lips beneath her own; soft, pliant, earnest. His shirt was tight enough to show a hint of firm muscles and she liked that. Personally, she thought he would look better with the shirt off. “Alandria? Lana? Are you paying attention?”

Alandria snapped out of her mental mauling of the man with a somewhat embarrassed smile. “I’m sorry Roane. You said you lost your jacket?”

“Coat. My Skin,” he corrected, then continued gently. “I’m a Selk, Lana. I’m your father, and you’re the only one I can think of to help me,” he repeated.

Alandria’s jaw hit the floor. Did she question the validity of his claim to being a mythical creature of Faerie, of the Never Never, known for seducing young mortals? Nope. Did she question his implied age, when he looked no older than she? Not at all. “Oh I think I’m going to need at least 20 gallons of brain bleach.” She just felt a little ill.

Roane looked a little bemused, but not apologetic, as a smile flickered at the corners of his mouth. “I know I haven’t been there for you, and It’s presumptuous of me to come to you for help.. But, the headmistress at LaRoache Academy has it. She’s a White Court Vampire, Lana, and she’s with child. She’s got quite an appetite right now. If you can help me get it back, sooner would be better than later, girl.” His voice held gentle urgency and he met her gaze briefly. Alandria would help him, he was sure of it. If she didn’t, if he didn’t get his seal skin back, he wouldn’t be able to return to his seal form and would be cursed to stay here in human form until he did. Genevieve LaRoache would probably have killed him before that could happen. Still, he hesitated before adding “Of course, I’ll pay you a favor in return.”

Alandria knew she would need help on this one. As good as she was, she couldn’t handle this the usual way. From what she was able to tell, LaRoache Academy was full of vampires and mortals alike. Fire just wasn’t an option. Checking in with the Para Net, she found that a wizard by the name of Ian Branneal had arrived in town earlier that week and that he might prove helpful.

Getting in touch with Ian and securing his help was the easy part. He seemed all too happy to help once knowing that it was vampires they would be going up against. As it turns out, he was more than helpful in handling this issue. Not only could he open a path through the Never Never for them to gain access to the school, but he knew some muscle to bring along. A guy by the name of Jack Belmont. He was younger than he looked, she was sure, but she couldn’t put her finger on just how old. He was strong enough to fit the role of Meat Shield, though, so she was happy to have him along.

The trio wound up getting inside by using a pathway through the Never Never that the wizard opened up for them. Opening a gateway was simpler than Alandria might have imagined and when they reached their exit destination, she persuaded the Wizard to let her try it on her own, with success. They stepped through the portal back into reality, finding themselves in the office of Genevieve LaRoache. Tacked up on the wall like a hunting trophy, was the seal’s skin.

Of course, things couldn’t go this well. That just wouldn’t be acceptable. They heard a gasp of outrage behind them and they collectively turned to find LaRoache naked on her desk with a strapping guy on either side. Her belly had just the slightest hint of a baby bump, still slender and radiant.

“What are you doing trespassing in my office!?” She had a rather strong bellow for such a dainty looking woman. Her hand came down to fumble under her desk, and the men sprung into action a moment later. The shit hit the fan as the vampires attacked and the light from a silent alarm begun to flash.

Alandria let the men handle the vampires while she tore the skin down from the wall, hoping she hadn’t damaged it too much. “We need a way out of here!” she screamed at her companions as she nimbly dodged the reaching grasp of one of the first guards to respond. She stuffed the seal skin in a large bag that bumped against one hip, freeing up her hands.

“Prendere fuoco!” She cried, extending a small fist at the vampire, sending flame coursing along his body in washes of blue and yellow flame. The vampire screamed, stumbling back into one of its fellows, limbs flailing. She heard Ian’s voice directing them to retreat, to flee. She followed Ian’s orders as they moved together, seeking an exit.

When all was said and done, there were a handful of burnt vampires and more than a couple of them were dead. It was safe to say that the headmistress would be looking for payback.

When Alandria met with Roane along the shore of Lake Pontchartrain to return his coat, she hesitated, gripping the pelt thoughtfully. “I went through a lot to get this for you. I risked a lot to get this for you..” Roane nodded at her gravely. “I could just use it to make you stay. To get to know you better. If I give it to you, you’re just going to go away again aren’t you?”

Roane gave her a small, knowing smile. “You don’t need me. You have had mortals looking out for you.. But yes, I would go. I have important things to attend to. “

She gave him a pained look. “I never had anyone care about me or look out for me.”

“Did your families harm you?”

“Well, no.. Not physically.. But getting passed off on someone else so many times really hurts. I wish I had a real family.”

“Do you think that I could give you that?”

Alandria looked at him sadly, sighing. “No. I suppose not. You and I are too different.”

Roane reached out and laid a hand on the pelt, his fingers forming a tight grip on it as he gently removed it from her grasp. “You could join me.”

She shook her head immediately, her face setting in a stubborn look. “No. I’ve been told that I will have no free will left if I Choose to give up my mortality. That I will lose my soul.”

Roane laughed softly at that, grinning and slipping the pelt around his shoulders and taking a step back towards the water. “That sounds like something your mortal preachers say about those who choose a faith other than their own. Things are not always as they seem, Lana. I have done my part to care for you, and I will continue to do so in the best way that I am. I am not one of the greater Fey. I do not wield insurmountable quantities of power. I do what I can, where I can. I do care to see you live.” His form shimmered slightly and the handsome man was gone, replaced with the sleek body of a seal. His wide eyes peered up at hers for a moment before he turned and dove into the waters, heading east. New Orleans Psychiatric Hospital lay to the east.. Or at least what remained of it.. There was a woman he still needed to find.

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