Awesome adventure, Falkus! Thanks, you did a damn fine job. Too bad we can't award GMs XP.
I'm having a blast with this group and character, thanks!
OOC: Aw, thanks. That's the best thing a GM can hear from a player.
IC:
For all of Nick's studying, he can't come up with a single myth or legend that could possibly explain Meredith's new tattoo. On the way back, reading through the scroll the cultist drop, Nick can determine that it's the same ritual to summon Dak'lar that he reviewed at the Institute, but there are some subtle changes. The ritual, judging by the paper, was recently copied, and the text itself had been modified so as to indicate to the person casting it that Dak'lar, instead of eating him, would grant him great power.
"You're not a princess," says Cade with a pause. "Are you?"
"No, I'm not," Z replies, then grins, and adds.
"Just a duchess. Exiled, actually. From the Fairy Court."
Back at the Hoffmann Institute
Stanfield and the rest of the administrative staff are waiting for Team Libra back in the briefing room, where they stand up and offer a round of applause before beginning the debriefing. The team reports there immediately after checking in their gear, and handing off Lieutenant Quinn to Mr. Smith, who was waiting for them in the entrance. He takes her off, and you can hear him begin his recruitment pitch, and explanation. Another acoylte from the medical team is waiting, and heals your wounds. Nobody's going to have any awkward questions asked about stab wounds and gunshot holes when they go home later that night.
"You did a hell of a job, agents," Stanfield said, standing up.
"I just got off the phone with Dr. Nakami himself. He's impressed." Dr Itohiro Nakami III, the Director of the Institute himself. His picture, as well as the pictures of his father and grandfather, were displayed prominently in the meeting room. Judging from what you'd heard around the water cooler, for him to call up and offer congratulations was a rare event.
"He also told me to authorize you for level two access to the magical armory. Meredith, you can keep the sword, you've more than earned it. I've also got something else for you. These represent a small fortune in magical gear, so take care of it. They basically bend the laws of probability a little bit in your favor when people start shooting at you. Given your track record, that's gonna come in handy sooner, rather than later.," he said with a grin. He handed over a small box that, when opened, contained five, simple silver rings.
[sblock]You each get a ring of protection +1.[/sblock]
"The rest of this case is just clean up. Harlan will head up a cleanup team, and we'll work with our contacts in the FBI to get any remaining members of this Cult off the streets. The only real loose end is Cliff Kenzington," Stanfield said, with a glance at Nick.
"We had our Hong Kong office try to trace the call. They found his apartment, but by the looks of it, he cleared out shortly after you spoke to him. Left a few kilos of C4 behind too, blew the whole building. We're picking through the rubble, but the guys don't think they're going to find anything. We're putting him on our top priority list, and passing his name along to other organizations."
