Legacy of the Stone Assembly, Chapter I: The Cabal, The Quill, and the Concord

[Walking Dad]

[sblock=Hella]I think a possible connection to the other characters could be my mentor knows another ones'mentor.

If they return to the chantry, they should see a nice green metallic American Sedan badly in need of a wash standing on the other side of the chantry. DJ sits in it and drinks from his Thermos jug. [/sblock]

 

[Shayuri]

"No qualms about procuring...oh, right. You don't mind taking the bus," Thorn translates informatively. "See, it says the same thing, only without making everyone near you want to punch you."

She softens the words with a grin, then heads out to the driveway.

"Anyway, it's cool. I brought wheels."

(OOC - Not sure if this would require a retcon, but I was assuming Thorn had followed Arachnos here in her borrowed car. No way she'd leave her dad's car alone like that. )

 

[Hella_Tellah]

[FONT=&quot]They took the Concord Turnpike out past Yankee Division Highway, an hour and a half out of Cambridge. Thorn began to feel a pulse of buzzing sensations that seemed to radiate out from the center of her brainstem, a marker to the Awakened that she had been trained to heed. She took the nearest exit, then turned down a gravel road that passed through a wall of snow-topped trees. They passed a sign on their right.[/FONT]

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BENEFIT
Our family is your family[/FONT]​

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They pulled into a parking space in front of an idyllic, bright-red barn, and an owl perched up on a high windowsill directed a quizical stare down at them. There were two other cars sharing the dark, icy parking lot: an old Chevy pickup with frosted-over windows, and a dirty, metallic green sedan. The sedan's windows were cleared off, and backlit by the glow of the farmhouse behind it, they saw the silhouette of a long, thin face with an aquiline nose.

[/FONT][sblock=OOC]That nose belongs to you, WD!

Not sure if this would require a retcon, but I was assuming Thorn had followed Arachnos here in her borrowed car. No way she'd leave her dad's car alone like that.

No worries, I was picturing the same thing. And even if you hadn't mentioned the borrowed car (good detail, by the way) I generally assume that, unless they say otherwise, any character in WoD can afford a place to live, a basic car, food, etc. Now, my Warhammer Fantasy games--those are a different story! [/sblock]

 

[magic_gathering2001]

"You have a good sense of direction, although this is one of the most unusual libraries I have ever encountered." Prometheus smiles as he gets out of the car. He'll turn to the unknown figure, "Hello, my," he stumbles over the word a bit, "acquaintance, and I heard that we might find Ms Jane here, would that be correct?"

 

[Shayuri]

(OOC - Hee, we can assume they got the address by calling Arachnos or someone...maybe her Mentor )

Thorn gets out of her dad's car and leans against the hood while watching Prometheus and the stranger in the other vehicle carefully. She wasn't really expecting trouble at this point, but then again, that was the trouble that hit the hardest, right? The kind you weren't expecting.

 

[Walking Dad]

The man in the sedan slowly closes his open thermos jug and looks up to you: "Maybe, depends on who you are and what you seek." He wears a grey suit that was expansive one-day, but is now a bit out of style.

 

[Hella_Tellah]

The New England winter air bit at their throats as they spoke, and a light dusting of snow fell down around them onto the pure white of the parking lot. There were only two sets of tracks through the snow--Thorns, and those of the mysterious, thin man's weathered sedan.

The farmhouse at the end of the parking lot stood squat and proud as a well-dressed dowager, a masterpiece of colonial craftsmanship covered over with a blanket of snow. Light shone out over the parking lot through the big bay windows into the large, homey kitchen. Nothing seemed to move in the house, no wind blew, and all was still but for the slow fall of large snowflakes.

The mages felt the sharp tingle of a supernatural presence.

 

[magic_gathering2001]

Looking around for someone else, Prometheus attempts to subtly activate his mage sight. "We had been told that Ms. Jane lives here at the benefit, can you verify that?" Prometheus tries slightly harder to get his attention this time, wondering who his other remark was directed towards.

 

[Walking Dad]

The man in the sedan suddenly looks around: "Ok, no games then. Has you felt this, too? You can call me Chopesh by the way, Prometheus."

The man concentrates shortly. On Mage Sight, it is obvious he invokes Mage Sight himself. There is also some kind of armor spell surrounding him, but from an arcana the others haven't knowledge.

"Now let me get out of this car. We have common 'friends'".

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[sblock=ooc] 'Chopesh' means 'Seeker' in English. Activates Prime Mage Sight (trying up to 3 times ). Already has a space armor rote active.[/sblock]

 

[magic_gathering2001]

Prometheus tenses at the mention of common friends. He begins sizing up the other, with his mage sight if he casts it sucessfully. He deigns not to continue speaking, and instead focuses on the slender tass wand in his coat pocket, ready to disrupt the first sign of hostile magic.