Campaign: Facets

[tshiggins]

Originally Posted by SionEwig

It only took them how many sessions and how many years? ;-)

I just read.tbis to Bernetta (Beatrice's player). She replied, "Shut up, Sion!" :)

The players do read this thread, reasonably regularly.

[evileeyore]

Originally Posted by tshiggins

I just read.tbis to Bernetta (Beatrice's player). She replied, "Shut up, Sion!" :)

The players do read this thread, reasonably regularly.

I see this more as they were simply properly playing their characters. I mean subtle for Bernetta is aiming for a limb instead of center mass.

[evileeyore]

Originally Posted by evileeyore

I see this more as they were simply properly playing their characters. I mean subtle for Bernetta is aiming for a limb instead of center mass.

Meant "Beatrice", can't edit. meh.

[SionEwig]

Originally Posted by tshiggins

I just read.tbis to Bernetta (Beatrice's player). She replied, "Shut up, Sion!" :)

The players do read this thread, reasonably regularly.

Laughing quite a bit over here. ;-)

[tshiggins]

Originally Posted by evileeyore

I see this more as they were simply properly playing their characters. I mean subtle for Bernetta is aiming for a limb instead of center mass.

AND......Bestruce really tries not to kill people. She just gas a very high survival instinct.

-Bernetta

[tshiggins]

We held another session of Facets a bit ago, which picked up right where the last session left off.

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Characters Present

Dr. Henrietta "Indiana" Johnson -- A personable, age 29-and-holding Anthropologist who specializes in the pre-Columbian indigenous people of the American Desert Southwest. A Native of Apache Junction, AZ, "Indiana" is good with people and has been fascinated by American Indian religion and folklore since she was a child. Henrietta speaks Apache fluently, and not-so-secretly wishes archaeology could be more like Raiders of the Lost Ark and less like digging in a trench with a trowel and a toothbrush -- Played by Debbie S.

Dr. Arthur "A.J." Jamison -- a retired NASA scientist with a home in one of Moab's nicer canyon sub-developments, who volunteers for 4CSAR because he needs to do something to get out of the house. Considers himself responsible for Sunmi Jones, who is enough of a science-geek that the two of them can actually hold a conversation. -- Played by Anten S.

Aurelia R. Lockrin -- A young woman with a shady past who teaches History at Grand County High School (Home of the Red Devils!), and volunteers for 4CSAR because she's a bit of an adrenalin junkie, and likes the companionship. -- played by Bennie Rae P.

Dr. Belody "Doc" Bascher -- a local veterinarian for both large and small animals, who frequently fixates on her job and uses 4CSAR as her primary social outlet. -- played by Samantha H.

Beatrice "B" Lawrence -- U.S. Army veteran who works for a local air charter service as a helicopter mechanic. She recently lost the lower part of her left leg in a fight with a sorcerer from an opposing lodge, and now wears a high-tech prosthetic. A cynic about men, she is accompanied by "Grunt," the biggest, best-trained pit-bull anybody has ever seen (purchased as an ally, and a totally badass dog, even before it was possessed by what appears to be a benign “foo” spirit) -- played by Bernetta W.

Claudia Abigail Tavulari, member of the NASA Quantum Physics Research Team, and an old friend of Arthur Jamison’s. The team has been helping Arthur research the portal physics, on the sly. – Played by Tisa T.

Stephen Mack, another member of the NASA Quantum Physics Research Team, a former U.S. Marine Corps test pilot, and outdoors enthusiast. – Played by Reagan S. (who has taken over the character)

Frank Moses -- A former Marine who quit his job as a trooper with the Utah Highway Patrol (UHP). Moses formerly volunteered with 4CSAR and has an interest in Doc Bascher. Frank has spent the past several months living in the Dark Canyon base camp on the 1918 side of the portal. -played by Mike H. (not available, this time)

Milicent "Millie" Brown -- A member of the more-or-less allied Columbine Lodge, and a well-connected descendant of one of Denver, Colorado's, most illustrious families. - played by Kaitlynn S.

NPCs Present

Grunt: Beatrice's ally, a large pit-bull possessed by a protective "foo" spirit.

Amanda Gagnier: A professional airship crewmember and native of the Orbital Realm of Jupiter, hired as a guide as the Paradise neared the borders of territory controlled by the Nieuw Haarlem company.

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The arrival of Millicent Brown and Roger Vaughn threw a serious damper on the relief the members of the group felt at successfully making contact with the mages hidden inside the Royal Society. Aurelia and A.J. immediately subjected the two to a grueling series of questions, to try to figure out why what they said differed from what the group remembered from more than six months past.

Millie and Roger both denied they’d ever gone through the Dark Canyon portal controlled by the Red Rocks Lodge, but did say at least some disappearances had taken place on this side of the Paris gateway. Despite that, the two had decided to risk the trip, since the Dark Canyon Portal at the time remained infested by the rape spirit.

Further questions narrowed the timeline. Apparently, Millie and Roger had come through the Paris portal a few months after the negotiated peace between the Red Rocks Lodge and the Order of the Scarlet Sage.

Just after they’d left, the Red Rocks Lodge had agreed to investigate the initial reports of the disappearances, in exchange for help fumigating the Dark Canyon portal from the Columbine Lodge and the Order of the Goldenrod, in Chicago.

Since Millie and Roger had arrived in late spring of 1711, nobody else had made it from Paris to London. William Tempest, the senior member present of what the group learned was called the Hidden College of Thoth-Hermes, said they’d received reports from the staff at the portal that travelers had come through, but somewhere between Paris and London the pilgrims had gone missing.

Tempest said he’d sent an investigation team back along the route, in September, but they’d disappeared without a trace, also.

The discussion of the timeline led to a long session of brainstorming (and wild speculation). The group asked if perhaps the Millie and Roger on their side were these two people who had somehow traveled back in time? Was that even possible?

Tempest grudgingly responded that “a version” of time travel was, indeed, possible, but said he found that a highly unlikely possibility, under the circumstances.

When A.J. and Claudia pressed him for details, Tempest said the founder of the Hidden College of Thoth-Hermes, John Dee, reportedly sent his spirit back in time to possess the body of his younger self. Dee then used the knowledge he’d gained through the decades of his first life to make different decisions as he aged, again.

Apparently, Tempest said, Dee had done this a number of times, “overlaying” his younger self with his older soul, and each time doing what he could to make an ever better life for himself and his pupils, by making his England the best – the most powerful – land it could be.

The Angevin Empire of this world was, to some extent, Dee’s triumph, Tempest said, although history had changed from that of their own world, several hundred years prior. His decades as the court philosopher for Queen Eleanor II saw a marked improvement in the fortunes of the Angevin Empire – a term that Dee, himself, had coined.

However, the ritual he’d used to transport his soul back along the stream of his own life was vastly difficult, Tempest said, and nobody else had even tried to re-create Dee’s method. Moreover, Dee himself had kept it a hidden secret, for the very good reason that if someone else had known of it, they could have unraveled what he’d accomplished through repeated lifetimes of effort.

Instead, in the more than a century since Dee’s death, the Hidden College had continued to work -- slowly and subtly -- on ways to improve the fortunes of the Empire, by applying what they’d learned during travels to other worlds. In fact, detailed study of the history of their world, Tempest said, had proven invaluable in those efforts.

During one of his trips through his life that Dee had apparently discovered the inter-dimensional portal from this world to their own, in the catacombs beneath Paris. He'd also learned it was controlled, at the time, by an ancient group of vampires known as the "Pavane des Vampyrs."

Dee had eventually launched an assault on the Pavane during an unsettled period in France, and managed to seize the catacombs from them -- and thus gain control of the portal. He had then turned his attention to clearing the vampires out of Paris and, for the most part had been successful in killing many and forcing the rest to flee.

The group wanted to know to where they'd fled, and Tempest said most had relocated to older cities in the Holy Roman Empire, where they'd become an ongoing threat against the lodges, there. The enmity between the Pavane and the lodges ran deep, on this world, and vampires posed a constant threat.

Awed, and somewhat appalled, by the implications of these revelations, the group agreed that it seemed highly unlikely that Millie and Roger had used such means. Moreover, if they’d already gone through the Paris portal, they didn’t need to use the Dark Canyon portal to enhance their mage ability, anyway.

As such, the Millie and Roger likely imposters they’d permitted to use the Dark Canyon portal now knew of its location and its guardians, and probably had gained some information about the early 20th Century world that lay on the other side.

At that point, Tempest expressed some frustration with the time it had taken the group to arrive. However, the members of the Red Rocks Lodge informed him, in no uncertain terms, they’d had no interest in walking blindly into what they knew would likely prove to be a trap of some sort.

Better to take the long way around, and get what information they could, Steven explained, before any potential opponents could learn of their presence.

At that, Tempest pressed them for more details about their trip over and, upon hearing they’d used an airship, registered considerable shock. Aghast, he asked them why they’d thought it at all feasible to use such an obviously anachronistic means to travel?

Given the machinery available to them, couldn’t they have entered the world through the “Manahattan” gateway, far more subtly, and simply taken a ship?

Aurelia and A.J. replied they’d seen no sign of habitation on Manhattan, once they’d come through. Tempest responded that a colony of Dutch colonists, loyal to the Empire, had a settlement on the island that numbered nearly 20,000 souls.

(continued...)

[tshiggins]

(...continued)

Upon hearing that, A.J. said something had to be seriously wrong, then. Even in the bad weather they experienced upon entry to this world, they should have seen lights on the ground below them from a settlement that large, but they’d seen no sign of life, at all.

A deeply disturbed Tempest said he’d drop a note to “friends” in the Admiralty, and encourage them to send a British Navy ship to check on the Dutch colony of New Amsterdam, on “Manahattan.”

The British mage then told one of the servants to fetch a, “Master Cooper.” Within a few moments, a tall, rangy man arrived, dressed in middle-class clothing of decent cut.

Tempest had the group carefully describe the route they’d taken since they arrived in Ireland, as Cooper took notes and asked questions to clarify the route, get the names of the places they’d stayed, and any names of those with whom they interacted that they might remember.

Once satisfied, Tempest told Cooper to retrace the steps taken by the Red Rocks Lodge members on their trip, and “see to it” that they’d created no problems. He also ordered Cooper to take with him both Roger Vaughn (since he would be more likely to recognize any out-of-place modern item) and a, “Master Anders.”

Cooper agreed to begin his task, promptly, but seemed somewhat less than thrilled by the addition of Anders to his ranks. After he’d left, A.J. asked about this “Anders,” and learned that he was part of the Hidden College’s “menagerie” of creatures the lodge sometimes found “useful.”

“Master Anders,” it turned out, was what the local folk termed a “ghoul,” in scary stories, Tempest said. While it superficially resembled a human well enough to pass with only a little extra care, it had “dietary requirements” that made it admirably suited to the task at hand.

Apparently, this type of “ghoul” (a popular name, Tempest said, but not the correct term) ate human brains, and its senses permitted it to tell, quickly, the relative health of any brain in reasonably close proximity.

Since qlippoth initially emerged in the brains of those who saw things they should not have, the Angevin mage explained, Master Anders should allow Cooper and his colleagues to promptly identify anyone so infested.

The group took a moment to digest the ramifications of the existence of such a creature, as well as its presence, and then questioned Tempest about the journey between Paris and London.

They learned that pilgrims always used the same path of travel. Upon arrival beneath Paris, an agent of the Hidden College escorted them to the Hotel du Bohéme, on the Avenue René, not far from the hidden entrance to the catacombs.

The guests usually stayed a few days, to help them adjust to the new world and learn the latest news from the road. They then took a riverboat down La Seine to the town of Les Andelys, a voyage of about 200 km which took about two days.

In Les Andelys, the travelers spent a day or two at the Hotel Pauvre Jacques, named after Richard the Lionheart’s brother, Prince John. It lay near the waterfront at Rue de la Tour and Rue Grande.

After resting for a bit and getting news of the route ahead, the trip continued down La Seine to Le Havre, on the coast. There, the travelers stayed at the Hotel de la Gare, off the Cours Lafayette and the Cours du Richard, until such time as one of three sailing ships arrived to take them across the English Channel.

The three ships that regularly took the pilgrims were the Dame Floretta, under the command of a Capt. Jules Royer; the Mademoiselle Kamille, under Capt. Richard Sauvage; or the Queen Berry, under Capt Alfred Brittan.

The ships took the pilgrims straight from Le Havre to London, and the trip seldom took more than a day, Tempest said, with no deviations from the course. A servant from the Royal Society usually met them, and took them to suitable accommodations.

Millie confirmed that had occurred when she and Roger arrived in London, and the Royal Society had even signed over title to a small townhome located not far away. Since she and Roger officially owned it, Millie said, they could create sacred spaces, and had done so.

Further questioning revealed the route of travel had been in use for generations, and the families in charge of the accommodations, as well as those who owned the boats and ships, had been sponsored by the Royal Society for – quite literally – generations. Until this past year, the journeys had been utterly routine, with only the occasional pirate, bandit or war to cause difficulties.

Everyone in the party immediately twigged on the lack of variation as tremendous potential problem, and pressed for details about the means of travel and the waypoints along the journey.

Tempest said that relations with the throne of France never got better than “coldly cordial,” so the Hidden College tried to keep a low profile in the territory of the empire’s traditional foes.

Upon arrival in the catacombs beneath Paris, new arrivals moved quickly through the dark streets to the Hotel du Bohéme, on the Avenue René, located not far from the secret exit from the labyrinth normally used by the guides.

There, they stayed a few days to get acclimated to the environment, and to await the arrival of one of the riverboats normally used to travel down La Seine – the Dame d’Astalot, owned by a Jean-Claude Messiaen; the Mademoiselle Emilie, owned by one Louis Tremblay; or the Mademoiselle Rose, operated by Capt. Victor Renaud.

From there, the same boat carried the pilgrims down the river, making the stops already mentioned, until it could drop them safely in Le Havre.

Tempest added that the wardens at the portal always sent notification by magical means, upon the arrival of visitors from their world, so the Hidden College always knew when someone had arrived. The disappearances, therefore, had to happen after that.

Henrietta’s ears perked up when she heard Tempest mention magical forms of communication, and asked for more details. Tempest willingly disclosed that the Hidden College had access to a grimoire for the college of Naôth, which permitted magical communication of all sorts – including the ability to read the emotions of others and send messages mind-to-mind, across great distances.

The archaeologist managed to avoid drooling (barely…) once she heard Tempest’s words, and promptly asked if the group could have access to that grimoire, as it could prove invaluable to their investigative efforts. Tempest said that seemed reasonable enough, and agreed to pass the request along to the master of the Hidden College, Sir Isaac Newton.

Once they had noted the details gained thus far, A.J. said he and his people preferred to continue the investigation only after they’d constructed new sacred spaces and renewed the spells available to them. He asked Tempest if the Royal Society had any way to speed along the purchase of real estate in or near London.

Tempest barked out a laugh and said magic could only accomplish so much, and that such transactions never took any less than a month or two. However, he said the group could stay in rooms in the townhouse adjacent, until such time as their solicitor finished the paperwork and had the deed properly registered with the offices of the Lord Mayor.

The group headed back to the inn, as evening had fallen, and the next day began to move their luggage to the new rooms on The Strand. About the time they finished, O’Neill wandered in and asked if knew anything about the sudden departure of his former ship and crew.

A.J. replied that he didn’t, but privately surmised that Mr. Cooper and his team had probably booked passage back to Ireland on that ship, as that gave them ample opportunity to examine the crew and quietly “handle” any potential problems.

After that, the group settled in to wait for the conclusion of the real estate transaction, and spent the next several weeks on projects of one sort, or another. All took lessons in local customs and etiquette from tutors hired by the Royal Society, who seemed to know better than to ask very many questions.

Henrietta cracked some books and made lots of inquiries about current events, some things about which they’d overheard while eavesdropping at the coffee shop. Apparently, this world’s Empire of Sweden had initiated a war similar to the Great Northern War of their own time, more or less on schedule.

However, unlike the protestant England of their own time, the Catholic Angevin Empire had adopted a neutral stance, despite its strong historical ties to the royal houses in the various principalities and palatinates of the (mostly notional) Holy Roman Empire. Sweden seemed to be doing rather well, and punching above its weight, just as it had in their timeline.

The tsar of Russia led the alliance against Sweden, just as in their history, and apparently Russia remained isolated enough from the butterflies of causality that Peter I (the Great) was the tsar, here, just as he had been in their history.

However, the bitter rivalry with France meant the Angevin Empire had to focus even more closely on this world’s version of the looming War of the Spanish Succession, in which cousins of the Angevin royal line (via marriages to noble families throughout Iberia, for the past several centuries) had considerable interest.

Henrietta also learned that, apparently, the tradition of punditry dated back even further than she’d thought, because any number of tracts, pamphlets and newsletters offered up any number of opinions about the whole thing.

(continued...)

[tshiggins]

(...continued)

For her part, Aurelia spent time with O’Neill, so she could learn the “lay of the land” when it came to London’s more sketchy neighborhoods.

O’Neill told her that, generally speaking, the most urban part of London lay on the north bank of the Thames. While the southern side of the river did have some densely-packed areas, it didn’t go much more than about a half mile, in most places, before it opened out into farmland.

Moreover, while it did have some factories such as the tapestry works, and a fair number of lumberyards and shipwrights, most of the city’s commerce took place in and around the docks on the north bank.

Aurelia learned that, the further east one traveled in the city on the north bank, the worse the neighborhood got. The West End area of St. James, in which they currently resided, held the homes of the wealthy, largely landed nobles and affluent families involved in foreign trade.

The street, Pall Mall, formed the heart of St. James, and extended from the Green Park adjacent to Buckingham Palace at the southwestern end, to Charing Cross in the northeast. Several streets converged at Charing Cross (hence its name), including the Strand; which meant it lay only a few blocks away from the townhouses used as the headquarters of the Royal Society.

However, further east the quality of the neighborhood dropped off, markedly. O’Neill advised Aurelia that she should probably stay out of Limehouse, about four miles east of Charing Cross. It lay outside of the City of London, proper, he said, and the areas close to the river included flops and tenements inhabited by Lascars and other foreign sailors.

Should she find herself there, O’Neill said, Aurelia would probably need to fight continuously to fend off violations of her person, of one sort or another.

However, if she wanted to do business (of whatever sort), in the demi-monde the best place to start would be Whitechapel, just east of the Tower. That area mostly consisted of poor Londoners making a living as best they could, O’Neill explained, providing services to sailors and other transients who needed separating from their money.

He actually knew several fences who operated between East Smithfield Street and the Thames, O’Neill said, and could make introductions, if Aurelia insisted.

Aurelia took a rain-check for the moment, and the group focused on other things. Most of the group studied this and that, and generally tried to fill the time productively until Sir Isaac Newton could meet with them.

That finally happened, a couple of weekends later, when the group was invited to a dinner-party hosted by the Royal Society. The Royal Society turned out in numbers and Sir Isaac said a few words, and then settled down to conversation.

After the meal, Sir Isaac and the mages retired to a private parlor and he spoke more openly with the party. He greeted everyone with polite formality, and then spent much of the evening conversing with A.J.

The female members of the group – especially Claudia, a well-known physicist with published papers in her own world – soon detected that Sir Isaac seemed to feel at least somewhat uncomfortable in their presence, and had apparently chosen to try to ignore them.

Millicent said Newton had behaved much the same way, since her arrival – cool politeness and general avoidance.

Henrietta and Claudia recalled, from their respective studies, that Sir Isaac had been somewhat fixated on the notion of avoidance of sin, never married, and may have lived a celibate life. Claudia had recalled reading, somewhere, some speculation that Newton might have been homosexual and, if so, he almost certainly had chosen celibacy.

Intolerance of that orientation in this time would have destroyed his reputation, and might have cost him his life. That said, the ladies in the group still found his attitude pretty annoying.

Newton said Mr. Cooper’s investigation of their journey from Ireland had revealed nothing untoward, and that he’d dropped a suggestion to the Admiralty that they send a ship to New Amsterdam.

It might be months before it returned, Newton said, but in the meantime noted that the members of the Red Rocks Lodge had proven they took the need for discretion quite seriously. As such, the head of the Hidden College said, he would permit them to copy the spells from the Naôth grimoire, as that would help them in their investigations, anyway.

At that, Newton turned his attention to the Red Rocks Lodge, itself. He said he understood that the organization remained in its infancy, and as had Tempest before him, Sir Isaac expressed surprise that nearly the entire lodge had come to help.

He also said he understood that the lodge did not observe the established cabal hierarchy.

A.J. acknowledged that as true, and noted that the sudden and unexpected initiation of so many into magic remained qute the anomaly. Since they’d found themselves in terrible danger, almost from the beginning, A.J. said, the group had to devote more time to survival, and not so much to organization and protocol.

For his part, Newton said he’d received some reports of their ordeals and had no desire to second-guess the decisions they’d had to make, thus far. That said, observation of protocols did help avoid misunderstandings, Newton said, and better organization helped other lodges figure out with whom to speak with, about one matter or another.

At that point, Aurelia chose to step up (despite Newton’s discomfort), and she asked about other lodges. After all, she said, they’d found themselves in conflict with the Order of Scarlet Sage, as soon as they’d tried to make contact with more established groups.

Sir Isaac replied politely enough and said that, as far as the Scarlet Sage was concerned, they should probably talk to the lodges in their own reality. The Hidden College knew something of them, but the Order of the Goldenrod, in Chicago, and the Columbine Lodge, in Denver, would know more.

However, in this world, Newton said the Invisible College of Thoth-Hermes had reasonably close contact with two other magical groups.

The Holy Order of the Rosy Cross had close ties the Holy Roman Catholic Church, but as far as anyone knew, the church most certainly did not sponsor them, and would probably consider the Rosicrucians as dangerous heretics. Rather, the order recruited members of the church who focused on some of the more obscure and esoteric areas of study, and devoted a fair amount of time trying to reconcile the knowledge of Decanic forces with holy scripture.

The had been mostly based in the Holy Roman Empire, but increasing instability, there (of which the Great Northern War was just the latest example), had caused them to shift their areas of operations. The main lodge lay in Prague, Newton said, the Rosicrucians tended to be hospitable toward visitors.

The other lodge, the Sons of Imhotep, were rather more problematic, Newton said. Located in Cyprus, the primary lodge lay in the capitol city, Nicosia, but had extensive holdings in Crete, a territory of the Cypriot throne.

The Sons of Imhotep delved extensively amongst the ancient Minoan and Mycenean ruins, and were the premier researchers into the civilization of ancient Egypt. However, the singular dedication to the study of ancient secrets made the members of the lodge somewhat eccentric, Newton explained, fiercely defensive of their discoveries, and willing to engage in violence to defend their secrets or secure access to knowledge.

Relations with the Sons of Imhotep required considerable finesse, Newton said, but their keen understanding of ancient rituals and hidden secrets made them worth the trouble.

From there, discussion turned to the normal organization of the lodges. The group learned that in most cases people were invited to join the cover organization, and then brought into the inner lodge as initiates.

From there, Initiates advanced to the status of Novice, and began to take on tasks assigned by the leaders of the inner lodges. At least some of the assignments usually involved violence, which means no one advanced beyond Novice status unless they killed.

From there, Sir Isaac said talented Novices advanced to Adepts, and took charge of running a lodge or an associated cell. Should that prove successful, and an Adept managed to groom a successor, they could advance to what was known as a Theorist.

Newton hinted that additional ranks existed, but didn’t go into any details. He did say that Millie and Roger had completed their initiation status, had become Novices, and were now in training as Adepts.

The dinner party ended shortly afterward, and the group settled in to study the new colleges and pick up more information about the situation in which they found themselves.

Soon enough, the group received word that the real estate deal had gone through, and as the winter ended, they moved into their new digs.

With that, the session ended.

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Funny Quotes

(The group tries to figure out what’s going on with Millie and Roger.)
Bennie Rae (OOC, to Kaitlynn): We’re going to talk around you. You’re not real, at this point.

A.J.: We may have a bigger problem on our side of the portal than we thought we did.

Steve: I’m not running off half-cocked. Who thinks I’m that well prepared?

(The group learns how John Dee grew his lodge by overlaying his own younger mind.)
Steve: Talk about repossession….

(Tempest expresses surprise at the “organization” of the Red Rocks Lodge.)
Beatrice: Sometimes the lack of structure bothers us, as well.

(The group discusses some of its past activities.)
Aurelia: Do we have to sound so barbaric?

Steve: Ghouls have impulse-control issues?

Claudia (Getting more annoyed with Newton): Let’s clarify. He offered to teach “the menfolk.”
Beatrice: You don’t like him very much, do ya?
Claudia: No, I’m mad. That’s okay, though. I’m smarter than he is.

[tshiggins]

Sigh. I wasn't feeling well when I did this write-up, and left off some of the most important information the group learned from their debriefing with Tempest.

I've entered the information about the Pavane des Vampyrs, and the source of their hatred for the Hidden College of Thoth-Hermes.

I can't believe I did that.... :p

[evileeyore]

Originally Posted by tshiggins

I can't believe I did that.... :p

You're juggling what, three, four different past histories in your head? I'm surprised it hasn't blown a fuse already.