Saturday, November 30, 2013

Lizzie's Entry for November 2013

Hey guys, Lizzie and Undine here. Sorry about not writing last month, but I was... Well, I'll be honest, having your identity put back together piece by piece can get a bit trying, especially when you have to keep up with ship duties. The Admiral really made me earn those last few bits of me. But I'm all back together now, remember who I am, who you guys are and why you're important to me. Especially you, Chris. That was a nice identifier to get back...

Oh oh oh. Enough about me, though. Good news, I'm back on the surface! Turns out that the old law down here about all seas being one holds damn true. Even better, we've got ourselves a nice little navy. Seems the Admiral isn't just the commander of one ship after all. There's a whole haunted fleet out here, just waiting to be put to action should any more threats come from the oceans. Or come to them. At any rate, I've got my own little ship and am looking forward to some shore leave if anyone's got an open port and wants to spend time with a girl who hasn't had anything to fuck in months. You know who you are.

Hugs and kisses,
Lizzie

Saturday, November 23, 2013

Darrel's November 2013 Entry


(4 exp, barely on time, ect.)

 

Rick, I've been on the Moon for four months, fighting battles and such. You only just noticed it now of all times?

Either way, I hope that the Lunes spread word about my actions here. I do not think any other werewolf can top that act.

There is not much going for me right now, other than the ESA having recovered our shuttles and we're off on my way home base. We're taking a cargo ship home because of some of the equipment (and trophies) I am taking with me. Right now, we're off somewhere in the Mediterranean somewhere, not sure where.

Hang on, something's come up. Be right back…

 So. I forget sometimes that this is a letter service and not an instant messaging system, so I forget sometimes my messages do send my messages.

It turns out, my ship has been taken captive. Unfortunately, it's not pirates or something mundane like the ship's spirit refusing to cooperate. Rather, I'm dealing with something that's far larger than the boat itself… and it seems to have rather meaty tentacles. No, it's not a giant squid, as I am sure that giant squid do not have electrical attacks or spawn young from their blood... I do not think it's an Outsider, but it is certainly grotesque. I'm off of the coast of Jerusalem right now because the sea beastie is hauling the ship there.

I'll be free in just a moment.

And before I forget… Luna had told me the end was coming soon, real soon. So yes, Christian, you might well be right.

 

Sunday, November 10, 2013

Rick's entry for November 2013

(( 4 pts, barely on time, plot, subplot, mentioned whoever is still posting. ))

Hello everyone.

I will be very quick, not much time to talk. After getting Chris' later message, we decided that we had done enough training. It's time to go back home and fight. We've done all we could here. Well, almost everyone will go. Amelia will stay here, hidden at an undisclosed location and with relative close access to the nearest hospital to give birth. I wish I could be there for that day, but duty calls. What matters is that they are safe, even if I was to perish (somehow, I still don't intent to enter combat directly, but you never know, even leaving our little heaven here is a death wish). All that's left is to pack our things and leave. America, here we come!

PS: Darrel, Space? Seriously?!?

Sunday, November 3, 2013

Christian's Entry for November 2013

((Hey everybody! It’s me, as it often is! Just wanted to get a note out about December before I begin my entry. I just wanted to say that for the last entry, there will be a story rather than a post. It will be worth double the normal amount for an entry, so 8. Like before, it will be graded differently. The deadline is the 1st of the new year, so each of you will be able to have two full months to write your entry. The rules are these:
  1. At least 750 Words.
  2. Written in 3rd person, past tense.
  3. Does not contain a journal entry.
  4. Describes events that actually occurred in the month of December
A story that conforms to these rules and is posted by the first of January will be worth 8 exp. Late posts will be worth 6, and be made any time before the conclusion to the rp actually happens. Those who complete the story on time also receive bonus points equal to 3/4ths of the points they have missed over the course of the whole RP as bonus points. This means that yes, writing two pages on MS word will get you close to the exp count of the other players for the final sessions. This is intended to bring balance to the game for those that have slacked off.

Oh, and the final confrontation will take place in Jerusalem, so if you can find your own reasons to be there by the end of your story that would be great.

Please take the time to write a story. It will bring an awesome end to a really cool RP. IT’s the home stretch, don’t give up yet!))

Not much time. Little to say. Things are doing really good here in Jefferson City, which happens to be where I am. Yeah, not all that big a place. Little corner of Missouri, not much going on. But it’s /my/ little corner of Missouri, where Outsiders trod not, neither do they torment. The spell that I worked to protect the city is holding, though it has become very different to keep maintained.

The problem is attacks from the inside. There is an insidious cult gaining membership here in town, which seems to be relying on the fear of the ever-encroaching outsiders to manipulate the weakest and the impoverished to join. As of yet, I have been unable to locate where the cult meets, though each time they let an outsider loose in the city my spell grows weaker, and I have to expend great energy to restore it to normal. I have managed to learn very little about the cult, except that judging by the disappearances there have been in the city, it only recruits young women about 16-30. Plenty of those recruits show up dead in the river a few days later, and the general mood of the city has suffered tremendously as a result.

Can any of you sense what I sense? Something is coming. The end, I think. Of all this. We’re out of time. The Old ones are back. I hear disturbing rumors that Cuthulu has returned to life. The stars have come right again, and he brings others with him. If this is true, he has yet to reach the world at large, and must travel one city at a time. Several large cities on the west coast have gone dark. We get on reply over radio anymore, and no more convoys. I worry about what may have happened. I can fight outsiders. But not the Great Old Ones. I don’t know that any of us can.

-Christian


Wednesday, October 23, 2013

Darrel's October 2013 Entry

My space suit failed last week when the oxygen recyclers and pressure suit systems got struck by lightning( or maybe was it plasma?) fired by… one of those freaks. And before you ask, I did die… for a few minutes. I got better. Yes, divine intervention happened. And yes, it was Luna. My suit did not survive the encounter, but thankfully, I no longer need it… Again, likely Luna's doing.

Yes, I am talking about walking around on Luna's physical surface without protection or aid on my part. My body still thinks I am breathing and yet I neither inhale nor exhale air here anymore. I can speak in the vacuum and my words are heard without air to carry it. I can stand in the dark side of the moon and not feel a slightest bit cold. And I am not the only one... Pretty much every werewolf at this point on the moon's surface is now walking on it buck naked. I thought being a werewolf was weird. I thought being a werewolf on the moon is weird. Needless to say, this is pretty much normal for me at this point. Yes Christian, werewolves on the moon is pretty silly. Werewolves on the moon howling without space suits is just plain ridiculous. But when your enemies are the freaking forces of madness and insanity, might as well try and challenge it with your own deluded and insane plans. If the end comes for us, we must simply laugh at it.

If it's anything, I did kinda chew out Mother Luna the day before it happened by stating that her lack of involvement only made things worse by starting a Cold War that never ended. I think she took those words to heart. Or maybe it was the offerings. I don't think anyone saw the altar we built using that destroyed rocket or the ritual we performed… but I think those that paid attention to the little Civil War did notice it. I just don't know if they care about it or not. The ESA and NASA have permission now to build a Lunar city if they build enough shrines on Earth, though I don't think that helps us win the war with the Outsiders.

Oh and we just kicked off the lizards off the moon. Unfortunately they escaped, but well, our business here is relatively concluded. We'll be back in time for a little Trick or Treating on Earth.

Ricky, let us hope that there is a future for your child to be in. Children at least deserve that. Whatever the means, we must ensure that there is a world for her. Even if it means being a little crazy.

(4 points)

Thursday, October 10, 2013

Rick's Entry for October 2013

(( 4 points. On time, subplot, plot, others. Awesome soup. ))

Hello every not-people,

Last month has been a rather good one... kind of. Maybe I should have listened to you guys' advices... but nope, so I've learned through experience. We had quite...  a few... problem cases, so to say. People who weren't quite made for being ferals and have caused some harm around them. We were forced to let them go, somewhere where they won't hurt anyone. Or hurt less people, in any case. I've tightened the selection process to limit the incidence of such things in the future. I've got things under control, really!

I can't say the same about some of you guys. Lizzie, specifically. You died in the place where people die? That's like, exploding twice! I didn't think it was possible. Ok, you probably don't know who I am. I'm your boyfriend, yup! Ok, not really, but I used to be! But then we both became monster weirdos and things got a little messy. Good times. I've heard you're got an eye on Chris these days. Or used to. You better remember and get together with him, otherwise you will ruin my shipping list! I mean... you didn't see that. I don't have no silly shipping list.

Get better. Yeah. Oh, and hi Undine!

Oooook, other people, looks like you did more 'normal' things. Fighting lizards, making spells, saving the world, the regular, ya know? Chris, if you're getting closer to the answer, that means we're close to putting all of this behind us, right? I've got some video games I want to play and can't really do that while monitoring a large group of ferals. I wonder if being a feral makes me better or worse at them. I feel like I tested that before, but I can't remember... it's been almost two years now, feels like an entire lifetime... or two.

In a slightly less important news, but on a more personal note, Amelia is 7 months pregnant now, and she can't really do as much around here as before.So, I've been planning to step down from combat operation and day-to-day training starting this month and focus on spending time with her, unless absolutely I'm absolutely needed in a non-administrative role. The decision comes at a time where all of our current operations have stabilized and much of everything is basically just training, growing as a group and waiting for a call for action. I've chosen a few trusted ferals to act as commanders in my steed for when combat is needed.

PS: To be honest, I'm much better at planning and thinking than fighting anyway. And I'm totally not a coward!

Tuesday, October 1, 2013

Christian's Entry for October 2013

I have it. A spell. It might not be much, but it's something. Too tired to write long, but I want to write.

All Hallows Eve is a very important day for the creatures of earth, the ones that aren't human. Very difficult here leading up to it. More and more Ousiders. People have started turning a blind eye. Monster, don't look at it. Just keep going. They kill the ones who notice them. Well not in my town!

Rare, true. But when they come, they come with so much power there's little we could do. Until now. Hallows Eve, lots of death here. Lots of monsters. There was nothing for it but to try. Thought I might die fighting. So many. Then I did it. The Master's magic, and mine. Together, it made a spell. A rote; the first I've ever invented. It's a grounding rod of sorts. Strengthens the fabric of local reality, and thus banishes anything from outside. At least... I think it does. Not sure how well it would work against the really big, god-like ones. Probably not at all. But their foot-soldiers just got much easier.

Only downside is the energy cost. It's /technically/ beyond the perview of the Master level, and as such requires unique quintesense each time, much rarer than manna. But it also can apply on a much wider scale. My city doesn't have anymore outsiders. None. It's amazing how much nicer people are now.

Rick, I echo Darrel's words. Be careful what a change like that can do to the mind. I've been an animal several times now and each time was more difficult than the time before. Making a batch of insane ferals won't help with anything.

Darrel, I don't even know how to process what you're telling us. It's hard to imagine that you're up on the moon when I look at it. There are werewolves on the moon. That's the silliest thing that has ever happeed in the history of ever.

Finally some freakin' good news.

Lizzie! Oh thank God you're still alive! Lizzie... this is Christian! I can't tell how much you've lost, but... we were close. Best friends, even! More. Even that ghost of yours eventually accepted me... though that was probably just because I stopped being so old-fashioned. Whatever... don't die again! I'm not sure what's happened to you, but don't die again! We've talked about this before; you helped me understand. The more times you die, the more your ghost takes over. It sounds like you died again... If you die much more, she'll be able to take you whenever she wants. I don't want that, Lizzie. I don't want to lose you.

There is magic that can help. When this is all over, my Master can help you. Or even better, we can help you by helping your ghost. What you've done for so many others, you can do for her. Just don't die anymore. I don't know about any underground oceans... but I'm amazed that thing is getting a message through from the underworld as it is, so I suppose I'm in no place to judge. For all I know, it could be dilating time somehow...

Please, don't die. I don't know how I would face reality without you. I wonder if Undine remembers more of who you are than you do. She might be able to help.

-Christian

Wednesday, September 25, 2013

My entry thing for September. Er... I'm Lizzie... Lizzie's entry... Oh, and 2013, I think. Yeah. September 2013. Lizzie's Entry for September 2013. How do I get rid of what I wrote before? Ah, fuck it.

Hello? Is this thing working? Okay, if you can hear me, I've read some of your past messages. I can't say I fully understand, neither of us do, but... Okay, let me start from the beginning. My name's Lizzie, and Undine... Or, the other me is named Undine. Anyways, I'm the Speaker for the Dead. I'm the representative of the Underworld against the outsiders. Based on what I've read, you all seem to have similar roles for other things, but I haven't gone back that far. The Admiral only just fished this weird device out of the Sea earlier.

Oh, I should explain who that is! See, I'm a crew-member on his ship. I have been for... a few months now. He rescued me from almost drowning. I don't remember a lot of what happened... When I woke up, all I really knew was that I was that Speaker for the Dead I mentioned. But he's been helping me remember who I am in exchange for working on his ship. I don't really mind, especially since he said he would help me against the old ones when the time came. I don't know how he intends to get this ship to the surface, though.

I'm sorry! I'm rambling, aren't I. I know humans tend to ignore ghosts, but I hope you won't do that to me just because I'm talking too much. But... When the Admiral showed me this thing, I just knew it was mine somehow, even though I don't know any of you. Maybe it's part of my destiny? But... since we all seemed to be fighting the same fight, I thought I'd send you all a message. Oh! And, I should let you know that things aren't right down here. Admiral says that something's happened to the Leviathan. That's the protector of the sea here. He thinks something got it from below. If something could take out a creature that powerful... what's down there?

Again, sorry if I wasn't supposed to use this thing. But I feel like I needed to. I don't know why... Maybe something in these archives will help me. I'll be reading those whenever I get a spare moment, which isn't often with the Admiral. I'm honestly surprised he's let me go this long. I should probably go before he changes his mind about giving this to me. Bye! Oh, Undine says bye, too!

Sunday, September 22, 2013

Darrel's September 2013 Entry

Christian, the reason Luna has not killed me is because she can't. She can't willingly hurt any werewolf, even when they threaten her. It's her primary Ban. And quite frankly she doesn't want to either. I think this whole situation can be best explained by pointing out her name. What is it? Mother Luna. She loves her children too much… Look at everything the Uratha as a whole have done and try to put that in the same equation as near endless love. And that is why she is… shattered; so difficult to understand and approach. Her essential nature is that of a mother, one that is impossibly old. She love us too much. And now that I think about it… maybe that was why Father Wolf died. Maybe he loved his kids too much too…

This whole voyage, if anything has let me see the world the from God's eyes a bit more. When you love you love your children too much… and you see what harm they are destruction they are capable of. But you find yourself unwilling to commit the punishment they so rightly deserve… What do you then?

I best not mull over those thoughts too much. They might drive me insane… or less insane, depending on where my thoughts wander… Sanity is relative and specific to one's own culture after all.

Luna and I have done some talking here and there. So things are pretty good it seems.

We have made some signficiant progress in culling those lizardmen. Brought down most of their numbers when we realized that for all of their adaptive prowess, they have limits on how much they can evolve. For example, causing enough bloodloss while we're on the darkside of the moon causes it to freeze to death, as it has to drop his temperature homeostasis adaptation to let it regenerate. That's one disadvantage to not having space suits control your temperature for you, I guess. Once we figured that trick the enemy had to be more cautious.

We also had to construct an altar on the moon. Something that's incredibly hard to do when there's no available oxygen to make a fire. We had to do something really… funky improvisations. Such as having to use a discarded engine from a destroyed rocket and making a chisel out of a lizard's bones. It's working to say the least.

All we need now is to make the proper statues and prayers and a proper offering. That cultist that started this whole lizardman mess is here, still human...looking. I see him leading attacks every now and again. But you know he's not human when he just stands out in space without a space suit.

Once I get things cleaned up, I'm going back home a hero. The only thing the werewolves will ever respect is feats done. Well, I think going to the moon, speaking to Luna, and making an offering. Seriously, I can think of only a few ways anyone is going to top this.

And Ricky… Spirits like Gaia have been around for… ever. To them, we're just another creature, another insignificant thing. Though mankind and its derivatives have taken over the world, we still have not mastered it. Expecting an ancient spirit like Gaia to be humanoid in its first appearance is… not a safe bet.

Also, good to hear from you Amelia. I wish you luck on your work. I will advise you not to follow the path of mister lizardmen on the moon here. Seems like most of them aren't even… themselves anymore after the change… just monsters. It shouldn't be too hard to do better than him.

Christian, there's way too many legends of lost Islands in the Pacific… Like too many that aren't compatible. It could be Atlantis, or a lost part of it… Or it could be something a lot worse. I do agree staying away from it is a smart idea.

(Full credit, nothing special)

 

 

Tuesday, September 10, 2013

Rick's Entry for September 2013

(( On time, plot, subplot, mentioning others (kinda). ))

Hello everyone!

I should probably have listened to you guy's warnings about Gaia. In hindsight, asking for the help of an omnipotent spirit wasn't all that smart of an idea. On the other paw... it worked!


...kinda. Well, at least, it worked better than Darrel and his lizards. Things. Whatever. Finding her was hell in the first place, and it was more like, she found us. We were minding our own business, taking a break from looking for her because, you know, the night is for sleeping, not hunting spirits, and then BAM! A wild Gaia appears!

She wasn't at all like I expected her to be. Maybe I watched too many horror movies, but I was thinking more like, you know, see-through human like figure. With flowers and stuff. Nope. She was more like an animal, with all sort of parts from various things, like... a chimera? Yup, a chimera with a face. With 3 eyes. Or maybe it was two. I'm tired, leave me alone!

I wish she hadn't gone on a very boring lecture about animal spirit blablabla something something. It would have saved me a few hours and a few headaches. Nonetheless, she agreed to help, if only because the world was kind of screwed without people alive on it. I suppose it would have left a lot of ghosts for an equally dead Lizzie to clean up after, but that wasn't the point here. Or maybe it was. I wanna sleep.

Oh screw this.... zzzzzzz...



Amelia here.

Ricky fell asleep while working on this. Poor thing. I told him to take a break, but he never listens. We found Gaia, and she accepted to provide us with the power to create many ferals as an emergency measure. It wasn't without a few strings attached, but we will sort out the details later. For now, we will try to find as many 'compatible' humans as we can. I understand the risks involved in this, mostly regarding the loss of humanity after the transformation. I'm not sure Ricky does. At times, it feels like it's all a game to him. Maybe it's his way of coping with the burden. I know I would give a lot to just be able to forget it myself and take care of my baby better. I'm afraid I could lose it...

PS: I don't pretend to completely understand what you guys are doing out there, but good luck and stay safe. I think Ricky would have said that.

Tuesday, September 3, 2013

Christian's Entry for September 2013

((5 points. Not sure If I've done a current event in awhile. I'm not sure how many there have been, but none of us should have more than 4 of them. No more than four bonus points per person from them. You can do more events, just can't get any points for 'em.))

Christian's Entry for September

It's good to hear from some of you again. The silence on some fronts is more than a little frightening, but I suppose there's nothing for it but to hope. there's enough darkness in the world without inventing my own dark reasons for why people haven't spoken up. With any luck they're just as invented as everything else that's going on.

It's hard to believe that you could have spoken with Luna and lived, Darrel. That's the stuff of legend. If we survive all this, they're going to have to write a book about us. It will be a long book. An interesting book too, probably. Probably not safe for young audiences. But I'll just be happy that there are young audiences for it not to be safe for.

Rick, be careful. The spirits are Darrel's thing, so watch out. Gaia might be your mother, but she's a vindictive creature. She's been very wrongfully used in the last century and not happy about it. More to the point, she's power in a way that none of us can really fathom. Your pride will get you nowhere if you're dead.

As far as my own front is concerned, it seems like the vampires have given up trying to find me. Without sympathetic magic, it's very hard to track somebody down who doesn't want to be found. it doesn't take much Life to look like somebody else, and I've been all sorts of somebody elses over the last month just getting by.

This new government here in the US is interesting. All these self-contained city states claiming to the the united states. A much lower population makes easier feeding, but it's amazing to me they can keep all those farms running. The US was the breadbasket of the world. I wonder what other countries are doing now that we're only barely feeding ourselves.

I guess having so many people killed by outsiders probably helps.

I hear rumors about something in the pacific. Some sort of new island. I don't like the sound of it. Too many old legends in the ocean. Too many hoary things down there.

I've got together with a Cabal here, helping out the locals. I would love to do more, but I just don't know how to contribute right now. The Master's magic keeps me safe, but not much else. I can't use it to cal for aid anymore. If only I knew how to turn it against our enemies. Trample out the grapes of wrath and all that stuff in the song.

If only life was a song.

-Christian

World Event: Strange new island in the pacific interupts one of the few still-functioning shipping lanes between the US and China. Nothing that has ventured within 50 miles of it, air or sea, has been seen again.

Friday, August 23, 2013

Darrel's August 2013 Post

(5 exp, 4 from on time posting and referencing everyone and 1 from current event. What're we doing for the last posting session and when is that?)

Things... are nearing the end. Can any of you feel it? I have a feeling we will soon know whether or not our actions have managed to change our fate. Whether we are deserving of the sword being removed from over our heads or whether our race will be snuffed out.

I spoke to our Mother a day prior to writing this. And we ended up fighting... Despite how much I had always thought how Luna was an insane and unknowable spirit being, I never really expected her to be so... human. Generally speaking, spirits always seemed respent a platonic ideal made manifest. But never in my wildest dreams have I ever thought that other than all of the long distance traveling I would have needed to do, that... Luna would be easily approached. I suppose... she is in many ways the ideal of being a mother... as for what she looks like... that part, she keeps changing form, but yeah, other than that... really bizarre.

Of course... it does not help me much. She has... said that she had no control over the rest of my kind and that despite my intentions and the greatness of my feat, the Civil War will continue.

Which makes it kinda sad since a sizable number of us have been killed when our suits were cut open. Despite our rapid regenerative abilities, thatdoes not save us from a violent decompression from a large suit tear. Damn the Idigam.

Oh and fun times, our lizard friends came along with us... And unfortunately for us they do not need space suits. Damn them. Where the hell did they get a shuttle? Actually... it is fortunate they came... I think I have a good offering to make.

Ricky, I know that the situation is stupidly dangerous, but you gotta admit, meeting Gaia isn't that... reasonable as well...

And Christian... we have no idea what the future holds. But we'll never see it if we do not open our eyes and look. I know things are bleak on your end, but we have to press on. Win the war, or run away, what matters is that we live on and survive.

Current Event: Global Meteor Shower. Many areas of the globe including parts of Germany, Ecuador, and Malasia were hit simultantiously by a light shower of meteorites. While most stones were unimportant or simply vaporized before they could land, a small number of these meteors, specifically the larger ones possessed unique materials found no where else and in some cases outsiders, living and dead and of various types, hidden inside them. Regardless of their contents, various conspiracies seek out these meteorites for their special contents.

Saturday, August 10, 2013

Rick's Entry for August 2013

(( 4pts, for barely on time, global plot, personnal plot, mention of other. ))

Hello ev... well, Christian

To be fair, not a bunch of time has passed since the last time I wrote, so it's not that strange to see a lack of activity on those magical communication lines. It would have been awesome to get awesome news from you Christian, especially after your unusual silence, but... glad to see you're alive, at least. I will bring some positive in this otherwise gloom and dark world we're in. We have found Gaia, or rather, we have found where exactly she is. We are trying to find someone who can help me negotiate with her, because we all know I'm not quite the most subtle in term of what I say when I talk in public. I don't want to miss this opportunity, enope. We're having too much to lose in this fight to take things lightly.

In other news, Amelia is feeling the baby move inside of her. It brought warmth to my heart to know that a new life is growing inside of her. Hopefully there's still going to be a world for he or she to be born in. We tried to list names for the baby during the short moments we have for ourselves. I think by next month we should have trimmed it down enough for it to be known.

And... that's all I had to say. I hope you can get out of your sticky situation, Chris! I'm sure you can! You may talk crazy, but you're not one to fall on the battlefield so easily. I believe in you!

-Rick

Thursday, August 1, 2013

Christian's Entry for August 2013

Christian's Entry for August

((Four points! Unlike last month. >.> ))

Thank God this thing still works. I can't tell you how much of a relief it is to be out in the real world again. To still be /alive/ for that matter. I'll keep this quick. I know I tend to talk a lot, but I won't do that this time. No time. Even without a head a snake can still be a dangerous thing.

So without going into too much detail, negotiations didn't go well, and we couldn't hold the city. Their terms were pretty stupid. Me and the other leaders surrender ourselves for trial and everyone else can go free. It's hard for me to understand boldness like that. As though defending ourselves from unprovoked attack qualifies as treason. Whatever. There's a problem relying entirely on troops from the Dreamlands for your army. If your enemy realizes that is what you're doing, they have a tendency to take advantage of it. I always knew we weren't the only people with magic in the world, but I never could've imagined they would find a way to reverse the spell I used to return to the physical world. The result of the collapsed Wending instantly banished all of our extra-dimensional support. No longer did we have an army. Our heavy artillery was gone, along with our foot-soldiers. All we had left were the human mages and a handful of human allies.

Not off to a good start. Rather than attempting to fight hopeless odds, we ran like a bunch of cowards. It's very difficult to contain a whole bunch of mages who don't want to be somewhere, so we scattered to the winds more or less the instant they pulled the trigger on whatever spell they used. The best part of this whole thing is that most of the mages got away. Very few of our number were actually captured. Ramira and I got separated. No idea what happened to her. I think she ended up with one of the groups that was fleeing through the Hedge into Moscow, but I can't say for sure.

I wasn't so lucky. Every countermeasure I've used to protect my identity has failed, because our attackers knew who I was. They knew what group I was traveling with, and they ambushed us in the Shadow. I don't mean the US Army. I mean the Vampires, the ones that spurred the attack from the beginning.

Several allies dead. I'm captured, taken back to a headquarters of some kind. Vampires can be surprisingly cordial. This is why I wasn't able to update all of you about anything.

But I'm out now. Maybe I'll talk more about it later. For now that's all that's important. I can't seem to get to the dreamlands anymore. I think whatever spell we were hit with that returned our allies also shorted out everyone else's ability to go there. I'm not sure if the damage is permanent, but it means that in the meantime I won't be getting an army that way again.

So that's it. No more diamond nation, no more dreamlands. The end is near. I'm starting to like the sound of Austin's flight from the universe more and more. I can't help but feel our cause is more and more hopeless every day. If the Elder Things couldn't even handle a few shoggoths, what hope do any of us have?

-Christian

Saturday, July 27, 2013

Rick's Entry for July 2013

(( 4pts. Loss my first point for being late, but lookit, World Event to make it up! ))

Hello.

I have a good news and a bad news. The good news is that I'm still alive! The bad news is that most of the crew is dead. We lost great people, I never get used to it. It wasn't even our fault this time. What happens when you mix a shaky Europeean Union with supernatural creatures? If your answer is civil war, you win a cookie! I thought we were better than that, as a species, but I suppose it was half to be expected. The entire world is falling apart and reverting to what I would call a savage trench war. Of course, I shouldn't be talking, I'm the one who lost his humanity to the 'dark side' of the wild and trying to create an army of ferals with the help of Gaia, but at least I'm doing it for a good reason! I want to unite people, not break them apart!

Unfortunately, people here didn't think the same and we were attacked by a group of rebels of some sort. I don't know what exactly, I don't speak German. I do speak the way of battle, and since they weren't letting us pass peacefully, we forced our way through. It wasn't pretty, I can tell you that. I will spare you the details, as bloodily interesting as they are. Amelia and I made it without too much pain, I suppose that's what is important.

We're getting closer to our destination, so there's that. It's really hard to find the time to write to you guys, and I can see I'm not the only one. It's worrying, to be honest. Not a month has gone without Christian and his insane mage rambling. That's not a good sign. I really, really hope you're alright out there. At least I know Austin and Darrel are fine, kind of, so that's one less thing to worry about. Or two, depends how you see it. That's all the time I had, gotta go. We're not safe here.

-Rick

(( World Event: The Europeean Union has declared martial law all over the continent in an attempt to bring some stability to a falling social structure. It didn't really work. ))

Tuesday, July 23, 2013

Darrel's July 2013 Entry

(I hardly can reply to all of you if only one of you reply. So I get all of the exp requirements +4, I guess?)

Here we stand at the Climax of my long journey with only Darkness and Silence being our only comforts. It is... enlightening to say the least to see our small the universe thinks upon our world, despite how much we hold value into it. This is probably what Neil Armstrong saw when he saw our world for the first time.  Yes, I am on the Moon. I stand on Luna's face. It is only 5 hours after our landing and we've set up a small base camp to serve us now.

Only a few members of my pack are with me now, the others looking at to ending hostilities on our homeworld. Most of the people with us are trained astronaughts and soldiers. All of them are affiliated with the Null Mysteries Hunter Compact. I called in a favor, from the Union and things went off that way.

We've...altered the space suits we were given, pouring in blood sacrifices and ancient knowledge so that they would allow us to change form and continue to function. And for the most part... it works... but only for the more humanoid forms. It is thankful we have tested them before leaving.

As a child I have dreamt of coming here, yet I never knew how prophetic those wishes were, nor did I fully know the circumstances I would arrive. And here I am, attempting what no werewolf ever dared to dream off: to venture to the Moon and confront Luna herself. And it is dangerous, the stories are true... There are... things... trapped here. Old and unknowable, but weakened. These are the Idigarm. The spiritual equivalent of a Shoggoth.

Yes, I know this is insane. yes, I know this is probably the most sucidal thing I have done, but I need to do this. If I am to unite the Uratha I need to accomplish a feat worth it. The stalemate that has lasted untold Millenia will come to an end after this.

I wish I could help you Austin deal with the issue of Jerusalem, but there are people I know who could aid you... you've met a couple.

Wednesday, July 17, 2013

Austin's Entry for July 2013

My apologies for running late. A fetid malaise has taken hold of Jerusalem and none of us have been able to get much sleep anymore. It's quiet now, and so perfectly still, like the eye of a hurricane. Everyone goes about his business in silence. But before I bring you up to speed on current events, allow me to regale you the goings on of last month.

This exposition is brought to you by Sprite ("What's in your Sprite?"),

and by our proud sponsor, Skittles. Actually, I-I shouldn't say proud, they aren't happy to have their name associated with this adventure... th-they're ashamed of it.

Anyway, and by Nike ("**** you, Skittles! Suck our ****!"),

and by Slimjim ("Dip my horse into the sun, brotha'!").

Okay here I go. I went to McDonalds, I said I wanted a cheeseburger, but I said I didn't want any cheese on it, though, and the lady asks me "Why you order a cheeseburger if you don't want any cheese on it?" Then I say "Betchhhhhh! Don't you talk to me wit' 'dat tone!" Then they made the cheeseburger and I got it, and when I got it, there were onions on it.

So then I went home and that's when I found out my whore wife decided to get a dog, so that's when I find out all the furniture is ripped up and pissed on and shat on. So I look at the little dog, I say "Bitchhhhhhh!" 'cause the dogs a little girl, and that's when I suddenly hear this distinct sound coming from my master bedroom. I peak inside wondering what the heck my wife is doing in there, and what do I see she's foakin' da' mailman! I say "Betchhhhh! You cheatin' on me wit' mah own wife!"

Mailman says "Hey! I'm sorry! I'm gonna' make it up to ya'. I got some soup in the refridgerator. French Onion."

"Betch, why'd it have to be onions!"

So then I'm walkin' my whore dog, 'cause you know I gotta' vent and stuff, and I start playing catch with the dog, and I distinctly throw him a white ball, and I throw it in a grassy field, and when the dog comes back she's got a white ONION in its mouth! I say "Betchhhhhhhh!"

Then later I'm at home playin' that latest Hitman videogame, Hitman:Absolution, and Jack is all "Yeehaw! Yee! Haw! I don't normaly yeehaw, but THIS is a foakin' yeehaw! Foakin' Christmass!"

And that's when I'm all "Did I write the dialogue to this game?" when all of a sudden the internet just cuts out, out of nowhere! Then the mailman comes out and says "Look, I have some letters I needed to give you. Apparently you havn't been payin' your bills."

I say "Betch, I hate bills!"

"And they're shutting off your internet today."

"I don't give a foak about internet."

"And you're getting evicted from your house this week."

"I don't give a foak about houses."

And then he says "But look at this, it's the addresse of a federal building, you can go and get some financial support!" And of COURSE I'm gonna' get some financial support! I figure I spend the money on Burger King or something 'cause they don't foak around like some little betches. So then I get there but then this lady, all she does is hand me a peice a paper with a buncha' numbers written on it!

I say "Betch, what is the meaning of this!" She says it's the coordinates to go pick up your money. I say "Betch, these coordinates would place me in the middle of the ocean!" So I rent a boat four-hundred dollars, I drive out to the specified locations, now you gotta' understand it's dark down there at night. I find a sunken treasure-chest, bust it open, there's a potato inside. I love potatoes. So I get back home, lights are on, I'm about to have some mashed potatoes IS A FOAKIN' ONION!

And THAT is how I spent my summer vacation.

Anyway, turns out I don't even have to travel anywhere if I want to visit Leng. I'm already there! I'm convinced now that I discovered in Damascus is Irem itself, the dessert fortress, of which Naxannar is but a vestibule. It's like the Tardis with whole sprawling ancient city tucked inside of it! I can walk to Faros if I want to, from here. And also Yuggoth, and Yadhit and many other strange gray worlds already ravaged by the enemy. Though the journey is still very far, yet the way is marked. All the while we are sustained by the most luscious fruit and clear water. I have left whom I hope to be a competant watch over the city proper and Jerusalem. I can't let this take too long; the desert swarms and swarms with the dragging dead and predatory hellions. What are you guys doing? I don't care, just leave me alone.

(World Event: Nyarlothotep the Prophet arrives to perform and speak in Jerusalem, performing many feats and wonders to the astonishment and paralysis of all) 

(3 points)

Sunday, June 23, 2013

Darrerl's June 2013 Entry


(Barely just missed this one, but I got it. 4 exp. and yes, I know it was rather vague)

War is never pretty, nor is it organized. Atleast, that's how it is from our perspective. Us people do not possess the raw and incomprehensible intellects or thought patterns that govern the way spirits act and think. And likely it is for the best. Spirits never were human, they are parts of our world as much as our world is a part of them. Many were not based on living beings to begin with. And so unlike ghosts or phantoms, they see the world in very abstract terms. To them, the Civil War is nothing but another event that follows the patterns governed in the stars.

Though it pains me to mention this, I think this war has caused more harm than good. Right now, only half of the contenders who were selected are still remaining. This progress is not fast enough someone must do something that is without equal to prove in one fell swoop that I am the greatest among our kind.

That is why I am returning to Europe, to the Old World. In a month's time, you'll know of my deed when it is done. Just promise me you won't try to freak out about it. It's dangerous… probably not as dangerous as everything else I have done, but it is without question something that I could likely die from if I am not prepared. If I am to survive, my mind and their body have to be at their peak.

Earthvoice will have to wait for some other time Chris. I wish I could help, really I do, but I am busy. I don't know where she exactly fits into the whole cosmology of the Spirit Courts, but I know she is more powerful than any of us can hope to overcome. Getting power from spirits of her might is not easy and will cost dearly, but if we're going to survive this war, we'll need all the strong bodies we can get.

Rick, you're not exactly the sanest person yourself. I might be crazy, I might be mad, but I know what I do is necessary. And I'm happy for you. You're probably the only one like me, who knows that your other forms are not just disguises not just different shapes, but are an intrinsic part of our very beings. I wish you luck on fatherhood.

Monday, June 10, 2013

Rick's Entry for June 2013

(( 4pts for bla bla bla... you know every thing by now. I'm in a hurry here. ))

Hey everyone!

First, I take no offence to you not thinking I'm pretty, Chris. If anything, it's reassuring. You won't take Amelia and I away from each other... or... me away from her. You saw her go, she's certainly the Alpha around here. Sadly.

Anyyyyyway, I had a great time fighting along you. It was just like when you got me to play one of your airsoft sessions, which sucked by the way, sorry, except it ended up a lot more bloody and painful. You obviously had seen a lot more of that before we arrived and I had seen too little, because I can't say it left a nice taste in my mouth. In fact, one of the reasons I'm trying to find this spirit is because I won't have to deal with the violence anymore. I know, it's cowardly of me, because I will feel much safer when I will have more people like me around. Well... at least more than the 500 who are left. Or was that 300? I really need to do a head count. Just in case someone decided to have the bright idea to attack someone else without warming. Animal thing.

I won't go back to that battle, I've seen enough of that for a month or two, so I will say that it did felt good, while we weren't fighting for our lives, to be with Chris for a while. It made me realize that it doesn't matter if Darrel is a crazy dog, if I think Austin is doing weird things I don't understand at the other side of the world, that my ex-girlfriend is thinking of doing nasty thing with one of my best buds, or that Ramira is like... well, I haven't figured that out while I was around her. It finally hit me that after all this craziness, all the time travelling, all the time with Amelia... all of that is really nothing compared to the simple pleasure of all being together and having fun. I really miss you guys. Like, honest. If I could give away my super awesome kitty super powers of greatness just to have everyone together again, even just for a few hours... I would.

Sadly, that's not how things go. Lizzie gotta keep helping the ghosts, Chris gotta keep being a big damn hero and Ramira need to stay at his side for some reason, Austin and Darrel need to do things I fucking don't get in places because that's what they do and I... well, I have two things to do, one of which isn't appropriate to talk about here... so I will talk about the other one!

I did leave Chris a few days ago with what is left of my group and we're trying to track down this so-called Goddess of Nature. We're not really going fast right now, or being focused... at this point, with every passing week leading to more governments collapsing and shit going worse, maybe keeping a low profile while searching isn't such of a bad idea.

In other news, Amelia's pregnancy is going well. Poor her couldn't fight with the rest of us, so she came up with some battle plans of the sort with Chris. They really helped! Smart as a fox, that one! :P We spend hours sometime arguing the gender of the baby. I want a little boy, she wants a little girl. Yup, not really original of us, but it does help keeping our minds away from the... more unfun things around...

Anyway, I will leave it at that. I'm really tired, so I'm going to go sleep.

Christian's Entry for June 2013

((Hey everybody! Four points, though I don't think Kirby will get it in time to be posted by the deadline. Anh, such is the reality when someone is away from the internet and unable to write on a regular basis. Could any of us have imagined this roleplay being what it has been? Honestly, I didn't expect it to survive so long and so well. A two year roleplay. It will almost surely take the record for longest running RP, and hold onto it probably forever in each of our lives. Have any of you thought about that? This thing has been going for more than a year, soon to be a year and a half. Epic.

Now, as we approach the end, and wind down with our last few posts, I wanted to make sure all of us were on the same page before we committed to anything crazy. I want everybody to be moving in the same direction. So here is the idea: no matter what resources we amass, no matter how close we get and what damage we do, all our own individual efforts are going to fail by the December post (which there will be, probably another story post, though the jury's still out on that). Everything we do should FAIL by the end of that post. Every organization either slaughtered, dissolved, or no longer working for us. Every extra resource expended. Every trick gone, every ally dead or fled. Please let me handle the level of Otherworld presence 1n the world with my posts... but expect it to get much worse. Civilization as we know it will have completely collapsed by the end of the December post. This isn’t to say most people will be dead... but whatever’s still around will be nothing like the world that existed when we started. I will handle the invasion of the others, though feel free to include it in your posts when you see to the level that I have included it in mine. U would like all of our characters to end up in Jerusalem at the end of December, if not earlier, so the group can be together for the Endgame, which will take place over a google video chat including all of us sometime 1n January. Be prepared! It will be awesome!

Feel free to /suggest/ endgame solutions in your own plotlines. One I’ve been working with is that each race has a Speaker, who says the First Words, the first words ever spoken when modern civilization began. Other endgame suggestions have been made as well. I don’t expect we will know which of the suggestions will be employed until we actually sit down and play. Feel free to suggest any you want and develop them in your own stories as a few of you are already doing. Just make sure you remember that none of them are going to succeed before December, at the endgame.))

Hi everybody! Well everybody except Rlck. I've already said hello, and we’re soon to say goodbye all over again. But that’s beside the point. I’ll try to be to-the-point with my remarks today, because I know I sometimes have a tendency to ramble.

I hate to be the one to keep talking to you this way Austin, but somehow I keep finding myself to be the voice of caution in these things. I know you won't listen, but I feel compelled to say it anyway. So I will: no wholesome folk travel to Leng or dwell therein. It's a cold and desolate waste that borders on many lands, including the human Dreamlands. I have several acquaintances among my company that have traveled thereto, most notably a Dreamer of great renown named Randolph Carter. He tells me of the strange, hoofed people who dwell there, with horns on their heads and mouths too wide for their bodies, loping and chanting unholy prayers to the Thing that Lurks at the Threshold, the Crawling Chaos Nyarlathotep. That being himself dwells there in at least three of his avatars, one of which is quite amicable. The other is a nameless “High Priest Not to be Described", living alone in a desolate monastery on the height of the blasted table land, performing unholy rites to the outer ones, wearing a silken mask to protect the sanity of mortal seekers, and speaking with sign rather than voice. Of this you are not likely to be wholesomely received. Be wary in your travels also, tor Leng borders on the Dreamlands. Travel into the Dreamlands trom Leng will trap you there, permanently, as one of its ghostly residents. You must either go to the Dreamlands in sleep or be careful not to stray from Leng.

Carter tells me something else that may aid you in your search. In Leng there is a magnificent port city, built in the days when the feral folk of the place were mighty in understanding and power, possibly even wielding supernal magics. At this ruined city sit two massive winged lions wrought of stone, which eternally guard the gate to the Great Abyss. Travel there would be most dangerous — you can expect to encounter Nightgaunts guarding the way, and ghouls in great number. This may be what you wish, however. There is a being in the Great Abyss (which I suspect may actually be a part of the underworld, Carter couldn't tell me much about this sort of thing), a Hoary being named Nodens who is a longstanding rival of the Outer Ones and a longstanding friend of humanity. I know almost nothing about him apart from this, and that the Nightgaunts are loyal to him and no one else. He might be the one you seek. If he exists at all, he is likely the mightiest Deathlord on our planet. He is a being perhaps as great as Cthulhu itself, and quite cunning. He will know of you long before you arrive. Whether he cares to meet you, however... is another question. I cannot answer it. But I wish you luck in your quest. I never got around to visiting Leng while I was in the Dreamlands myself... I don’t ever intend to change that... Just be careful. The almost-men there are quite antagonistic to our cause, and to mages in particular. There is some buried half-memory that /we/, Awakened humanity, were once them. The Supernal does not choose them anymore, and for this cause they attack the Awakened on sight in all cases... at least according to my sources from the Dreamlands. Who knows, though.

Lizzie... I wish you weren't underground right now. As much as being together with Ricky and his girlfriend has been nice, he’s not nearly so pretty as you. Sorry Ricky! I hope you don't take offense to that. No, I suppose you don't understand people very well... Like this not really being sudden. When a boy and a girl have been friends as long as we have, what do you think would happen? Just because it hasn’t been expressed sexually before... (Sigh). I suppose it will also came as a shock to you that you don't have to be having sex with someone to be their boyfriend/girlfriend. It just means you're in an exclusive relationship with someone and there is at least some physical connection there. I don’t know why I’m saying any of this now when I could just tell you, though...

Back on subject. See, rambling! Lizzie, good luck with the devil, I think our previous adventures have proven if nothing else that I don’t understand the Underworld and have no business having anything to do with discussions about 1t. Remember when I broke the old laws 1n one of the most important dead domains there is? I do. That freakin’ sucked. No more, thanks. If I ever go back, I’m not going past any rivers next time. I'm sticking to the upper part with all the recently dead ghosts all clamoring you to help them with something. So freakin’ glad I don't have to deal with that stuff when I'm on the surface. That would be balls. No Death Arcanum study tor me. Actually I couldn’t study it very easy to begin with... but even if I could I wouldn't. I'11 leave death to the experts. If you can figure out a way to stop the Outsiders from coming back to life in our world, that would be just about wonderful. I would love you forever! Or... well I might do that anyway. Assuming any of us live through this whole mess.

Darrel, what you're going through simply baffles me. All I can tell from your entries is that your civil war isn't going as well as you thought. I can sorta understand how the tribal mechanics work... kinda like a wolf-pack, with the most dominant taking some roles, and some taking others, and such, but animal thinking I will never understand. Lots of physical things and lots of emotions. Really I’m just happy we're on the same side and that fire still burns werewolves when I have to fight them. Which thankfully isn't often. It seems everybody is so absorbed in the affairs of their own species that what the other species are doing doesn’t even seem to matter. I agree that ultimately we are all going to have to overcome our petty differences and unite. Not much luck we've had with that so far.

Well sorta. Ricky's been here for awhile! We've been working together for nearly a month now, before it came time for us to part ways. But I suppose I should explain what’s been going on. So the ferals arrived, just as Rick said they would. Can’t say I doubted, though I can’t say my men were too happy when thousands of part-animal people started showing up by aircraft and I ordered everyone to stand down. What a mess that might’ve been 1f the Arrow had been overzealous. Hey Rick, we're attacking you for some reason! No, I really don't know why.

Thank God that didn't happen. So he got here just as we were preparing to make our exit. Where to, you may ask? Well, since the whole world freakin’ knows, I don't really see any reason not to tell you: we were bound for the fertile coasts of California! So warm, so sunny, so tropical! And more importantly, the breadbasket of the freakin’ world. Well, maybe not bread, but... ricebasket? Fruits basket? No references there. Plenty to eat, that's the important thing. I now happen to have many men, and many mouths to be filled. Fortunately for us we’ve begun receiving shipments of food from the Dreamlands, which is quite easy considering the accelerated relationship of time with our world. Still, the soldiers came to our world with the desire to experience it, among many other things. So a source of "real" food for the men would be of enormous benefit to morale.

This was of course not the only reason for the move. San Diego, as it turns out, is host to the largest number of High Places of any city in the world. Why? I haven’t the foggiest. But after our assault on the Diamond Nation, our supplies of Supernal energy were severely depleted, and we needed time to recover. Besides... thanks to all the Supernal influence, and the correspondingly large population of mages, and probably lots of dumb luck, the city has been spared much of the evil of the Outside. It had a fairly large vampire population as well, but this we expected to be able to subdue with relative ease, or at least to placate enough they would leave us well enough alone. Well such was not to be it seems, and I am very thankful that Rick and his people were with us, even if they probably didn’t expect to be getting on a plane to one end of the world and then teleporting straight to another one with this army. But such is the strange world we live in. Far worse things have happened than wasted aircraft resources, as all of us know.

So we set up here no problem. Lots of "natural reservations" outside of the city we can use for our tent city. The locals had some mixed feelings about us being there - mostly because our portrayals in the media after the invasion of Shanghai have been mixed. Some portray us as heros, most just as revolutionaries or civil discontents. Naturally the reality of where the troops have come from goes entirely lost. The US Military Police (apparently the civilian police have been disbanded a long time ago, even in places that have seen relative peace like San Diego) didn’t know what to do about us. But the Union pulled some strings apparently, because for all their threats we never saw a single tank baring down on our camp, and our traffic into the city was unrestrained so long as we didn't travel in big groups.

It's so nice to be around a normal city. Freakin' cars and buses and traffic and smog. Humanity is so wonderful. Local mages joined up with us, and we started the practice of healing and planning, with me waiting for the Undying Ones to say the word about our next target. Well I still don't know about where I’ll be going next, but I sure know who the vampires targeted! Can anyone say us? Rick sure can, he was there. Wasn‘t it greeeeeaaat? Yeah it was.

So I didn't know this, but apparently there's this massive alliance of vampire Princes called the Immortal Kings. Princes, Kings... confusing, whatever. The most powerful vampire Princes in the United States and Europe. Well while not directly affiliated with the Yakuza vampires we totally trashed, they're apparently not too thrilled with us upsetting the balance of power and demonstrating quite clearly that we can be effective at combating them. So they sorta attacked our encampment with their private army... which they have, because vampires are evidently incredibly wealthy.

They aimed it to be a surprise attack, in the middle of the night when their abilities are most potent. But when you’re dealing with a large gathering of mages, at least one of us is bound to look into the future to check for this sort of thing with time magic. They employed some powerful supernatural aid of their own... we don’t really understand how it works to be honest... and we only had about four hours to prepare. Our spells should’ve detected them well before that, but somehow they slipped past our notice until then. Oh, and did I mention they paid off the entire 132nd Infantry (the unit stationed there as military police) to attack us at the exact same time?

Imagine sitting down for dinner and having somebody run in and tell you that we were going to be attacked by /two/ armies about four hours frcm then. Thank God they were fearful enough to pay those humans to join them... If they hadn’t, the magic they were using to keep themselves hidden would’ve allowed them to attack us totally unprepared, which might have meant I would’ve been killed and Ricky too and the whole world would he screwed. Obviously as you’re reading this now nothing like that happened.

Instead, we mobilized. Set up defenses with what little mana we had managed to harvest in the few days we had been in the city and prepared for the worst. We had Rick and his people here to bolster our defenses. I assigned them to the front line where the vampires would strike us. Splitting our human allies between each group, I would take the mages I had to contend with the 132nd and Rick’s people could deal with the undead. Of course that would mean no magical suns, but we didn’t have the mana to just throw spells around like that anymore. I don’t think there wasn't a soul among us who didn't have to scour their pattern somewhere to scrounge up a little to fight with, myself included.

No time to describe the battle in detail. Took too long already. Suffice it to say that we won, narrowly. Our human allies from the Dreamlands were decimated. An estimated 4,000 of them were slain, mostly by anti-personnel weapons employed by other humans. An additional 8,000 or so deserted back to the Dreamlands when the battle was over and done. Rick and I both lost some good people. The vampires were decimated, what few vampires there were, and their army slaughtered far worse than mine. The 132nd retreated when it was clear the two-pronged assault had become a unified front of resistance, and someone had finally figured out a spell that knocked out the guidance systems in their expensive air-to-ground rockets they’d be hammering us with.

Thankfully the city was too far away to be caught up in the crossfire. In their retreat, our people took the city, forcing them to retreat into the suburbs between here and Mexico with the few of the vampires that had survived. Our tent city has been built in the streets, in the fairgrounds, and the resources of the National Guard base are ours. I don't anticipate the US Military will attempt to bomb the city, since it’s still full of civilians. We have made sure to make it very clear we intend for life to go on as before. We will not impose on the people here or collect a cent more than the Military Police did. I don’t know what sort of retribution we can expect from the United States government, but I hear they’ve dispatched an ambassador to speak with me. I’m now officially guilty of capital crimes, yay! Treason, whooo! Only... they don't know what I look like or my real name, and I intend for it to stay that way. I love this country and what it stands for, I do! I just don’t enjoy the idea of being slaughtered by the army and a bunch of vampires. No thanks. Thankfully, I've picked up some life magic by now, and I do all of my public stuff in the guise of somebody else. I’m not sure what the people are saying about us in the rest of the world. Plenty of the people here are choosing to leave, but plenty more are choosing to stay and continue with life as usual. We had a big town hall meeting and presented the evidence of our innocence, and many of the people here accepted it... at least enough to stay here. I can't say there have been too many flocking to join the ranks...

Positive development! For Rick, anyway. So the battle left his troops in bad shape. I dunno how many were killed exactly but it was the demoralizing that was the worst. They’d never fought before, and most of them had never seen a proper battle. I think he lost more of his people to desertion than anything else. The ones that remain are battle hardened now and ready for anything. But there's more. In the attack, we captured many. I’m not much for interrogations. Captured US Military people we’re treating as ordinary prisoners of war, and they've been treated well. The vampires and their ilk... not so much. If they want war, then they can have a fucking war. I left the work to some of my less pleasant allies. I didn’t ask what they did, just what they learned.

One of the things we learned is that there is a powerful patron spirit of Nature, kinda like a... sub-aspect of Gaia herself. A tiny bit or ner essence, without the world-altering power. Her name is Earthvoice, and she is located in the physical world as we speak. She is of interest to us because she is one of the spirits responsible for the creation of Rick's species. One of how many we don’t know, but we know for sure that she wields the secret to creating more. There are many humans who would join our cause if they were but able to fight. Werewolves are hereditary, and to be a mage requires an enlightened ambition not common among people. This spirit almost certainly possesses the knowledge required to simply change someone into a Feral, permanently. If Rick could persuade her to share that information, we could see his species become the most numerous by far, as millions of people surge forward to join the ranks. While I’m hardly pleased with the idea of so many numans leaving the species... I can't deny the strategy of such a plan and in any case I couldn't persuade Rick not to go after that spirit. Good luck, Rick! Be careful! And that goes for everyone! Hopefully I haven't been nuked come next month. Would our spells warn us in time? I suppose there's only one way to find out...

Thursday, May 23, 2013

Darrel's May 2013 Entry


(5 exp, for the normal and Current Event, since I didn't do it last week)

Fields of Blood. For the longest time, I had always thought of that phrase as being a metaphor or concept. But never in my youth I would I have ever thought I would see such horrors first hand and look at them without remorse or pity. I suppose this goes on to prove that I am a very different person than I was.

After I had departed from Egypt and left Austin to whatever devices he had, I had set out on my way to clean up the mess our adversaries had made. The numbers of Outsiders here  have been swelling ever since the attack on the Naxxanar. I suppose they felt they thought that without his fortress in their midst, it was time to act without impunity. Just as well, it was about time that someone wiped them off of the map, before I moved elsewhere. Most of their forces scattered and hid while those that remained behind were slaughtered like the abominations they were. Fields of dark and brightened Outsider blood are the result. I don't think I need to go into the details of how it feels to stick it to the enemy.

I'm moving northwestward, towards Europe. I've got some business I need to take care of there. I won't explain much more beyond that. It'll be best if you don't know until it actually happens. I feel that this whole werewolf civil war contest isn't going to be done soon enough. I've got to take immediate action if I want control.

In other news. The Union, or atleast one faction of it, has escalated the conflict and has now begun distributing… copies of that creature that helped us out during Christmas. They're called Lilim, for some sort of psuedo-Christian reason. I'm still not sure of what these creatures even are, but it is clear that they prove to be a very powerful anti-Outsider weapon. Right now their numbers are few and far between, like at most 7 in the whole world right now. Not sure of any of their capabilities beyond their phenomenal combat prowess and this aura that weakens Outsiders. Of course, they're not the one who's looking to deploying a Superweapon solution to combat the Outsider threat. I hear for starters TF:V is looking into making themselves some sort of aerial battleship to one-up the Naxxanar. It's very likely every other big conspiracy out there is also planning on deploying their shiny new toys within the year. Hopefully it'll be enough, cause we'll need all the shiny toys we can get.

Austin, as much as you like to claim that the Exarchs rule over the heavens, in point of fact, it's been made abundantly clear to me that the heavens like to disagree that sentiment. Regardless of whether or not you feel that they are deserving of the role of Masters of the World, the World (both as an entity and collectively) just doesn't seem to care at all about them. But that's beside the point, I'm not going to get into a religious argument with you because there's more important things to do than get stuck in one, like watching paint dry. Regardless, hopefully you allies stop being fools and actually focus on the real enemy at hand.

So Ricky, what're you hoping the child to be. I can say that it is taboo for the werewolves to couple together in our culture because the child turns into some sort of spirit monster upon birth. I do not claim to know the rules for how your kind act, but I'd like to know your preference for how your child turns out.

Hopefully the… uh living conditions in that place of the land of the dead aren't unbearable. I've never been to the Underworld, but hopefully things on your end don't make you a permanent member. I'd hate having to try to summon you up from beyond the grave.

Hopefully you can get your things together Christian, we're coming down on the wire. With the rest of the world readying their big guns, it's very clear that everyone  else thinks the end is nigh. And all of us are scrambling to pick up whatever arms and armies we can field.  I cannot help but think that we're doing something wrong though. We're approaching the problem as if it was a conventional war. Which makes little sense against a non-conventional opponent. Logistics for starters is seemingly a non-issue for Outsiders. Therefore, maybe we should be focusing on ending the war with a non-conventional solution?

 On another note, it seems there's… political issues involving Africa, the Geneva Convention, and the politics of dividing up the territory.

Current Event: Readying for the apocalypse. Hunter Conspiracies the World over, including the Union have begun deploying in force powerful specially developed Anti-Outsider weapons systems. This includes the Lilim, the results of Project: Lilith. With these new weapons, Hunters across the globe hope to turn the tide of the invasion.

 

 

Wednesday, May 22, 2013

Austin's Entry for May 2013

 (4 points)

I know most of you couldn’t care less but here’s my situation as of now. The connections I’ve tried to establish over the past year are starting to unravel, and forging new ones is proving to be a real uphill battle. At least there isn’t much in the way of actual fighting going on for the moment. Darrel’s people were able to swing northwest and repulse the Turkish invasion much to my relief. I was able to refly the Naxxanar once a few... technical issues had been dealt with, but I’ll get to that in a moment. For now an uneasy mutual defense pact against Turkey has been struck between the Iraqis and the new Islamist government I helped to establish in Syria. That’s about it as far as good news goes.



I’ve been dreading the day my partners would discover just who else I was in bed with no homo, and now it’s come at last. The Greeks want to have nothing to do with either the Muslims or the Jews, and they’re not too fond of Scientologists either. Michalakos is furious that I’m using his airplanes to deal with Israel and wants me to send them back along with the tiny ship he lent us. He accuses me of betraying his trust, deliberately sabotaging the campaign in turkey, and threatens to confiscate the vessel and and all cargo once it returns to the mediterranean. This wouldn’t be a problem if she wasn’t hauling my entire Arkham library AND the Fist of Zeus, something I pray the crew doesn’t find out. She’ll need a lot more protection for the final leg of the trip, but of course the Syrians and Israelis are as mistrustful of one another as they’ve ever been and they both refuse to work with Sea Org.



Israeli institutions themselves are polarized. The government has claimed they’re more than willing to accept my offer to protect Jerusalem, particularly after the deadly toppling of what was left of Solomon’s temple. But the Magi in Israel are as orthodox as the Pharisees themselves and forbid cooperation with the Exarchs. Out of everyone only the Scientologists seem to understand the concept of an alliance of opportunity and just how desperately one is needed. I have to say, I like ‘em. Chairman Mueller’s people are still wonderful. Polite. Punctual. Hygienic. Brutally and refreshingly honest. More than I can say for anyone else I have to put up with.



Around me they’re perfectly ready to come out as frauds and manipulators; none of their directing brains ever actually believed in the mythos of scientology. It was and remains a front for living comfortably at the expense of stupid, desperately bored and lonely upper-middle-class people. I can honestly respect an agenda like that.  I’d even go so far as to call it quite ethical, at least under the circumstances. We agree that fellow Cynics ought to look out for one another.  I’ve been calling in a lot of favors from them recently, and anyone else I can get in touch with. Let’s wait and see what it’s going to take to rescue us from THIS limbo.



Now to the fun bit. Like I said, I’ve been calling in favors from the Union, one of which was granted to by someone named Amon. Amon represents the ‘Ascending Ones’, vigilants in Egypt and Saudi-Arabia who I visited some months ago. Apparently he’s one of Darrel’s close associates. I didn’t know what to expect from the old man or what to ask of him, but he offered to show me through his stock of artifacts and answer any questions. We came upon an ornate iron breastplate frilled with gold feathers. Amon said it was one of the most ancient and mysterious relics he possessed and that it was called the Breastplate of the Alak’r Warrior after the heroic bedouin vigilant whose name was lost to time. The Warrior supposedly possessed the ability to transform into a mythical beast and rend his foes, and that power remained in his breastplate long after death. Harnessing that power was as simple as putting the armor on and working the slightest amount of will. The piece would change shape along with its wearer and continue to provide some protection. Removing it involved simply turning a catch on one of the buckles.



I asked if it worked, he said it did indeed. Need I say much more? Of course I asked about side-effects and complications and... apparently there weren’t ANY. It’s one of the most sophisticated enchantments ever wrought upon an inanimate object, and I really, really couldn’t bring myself to the look the poor guy in the face when I asked for it. He wasn’t expecting that. There was so much else in his collection that could and would confer weightier powers, but I wasn’t expecting to ever run across anything remotely like this. Amon was bound to an oath, and this was a prize too good for me to pass up, even if only for the chance to finally live out a childhood dream.



So that’s what I did, and all seemed well until I embarked with enthusiasm on that  joint venture to smash the Turkish reactionaries. Then immediately I was contacted by Amon, Darrel and some others who were afraid I might disrupt the balance of this land whilst they were trying to form their own consortiums. Amon promised he would take action if I didn’t withdraw Naxxanar south of the Turkish border, but I didn’t have a clue what was bothering them, let alone why they thought it was any of their business. Neither did it seem likely they could inconvenience me all that much so long as the Lords of the Sky were at my back.



But that’s what they did. Even though we all seem to be strangely guarded against sympathetic magic, somehow Amon was able to get to me via the same iron vestments he’d reluctantly given up a few weeks earlier. The curse made it so I couldn’t disengage the armor. Believe it or not I was actually trapped in the shape of a griffon for several days, which meant I could no longer pilot the Naxxanar. When a mage tried to interface with the stellascopic control column he started retching up blood, and then we all fell right out of the sky.



We’d have been stuck there a lot longer if Darrel hadn’t eventually turned up. Once it was safe I left for Amon’s Nile estate some two-thousand miles away, or I dunno it certainly felt like that flying the whole way by myself. Not that it wasn’t an incredibly mellowing experience.  You’ll recall I wasn’t in the same exultant mood as the month before. I was ready to discuss terms and forswear myself if necessary. It was late when I finally arrived, but the porter assured me I was expected and it would be no trouble to fetch his master. He directed me to wait in the expansive oasis in the courtyard,  home to a menagerie the likes of which hasn’t been seen in Egypt since the reign of the pharaoh. At that hour the air was full of the piping of what must have been thousands of frogs and bloated Nile toads. To think that not much more than a year ago I wouldn’t have found those cracked chimes the least bit frightening! It recalled to me many a chilling poetic verse from the Necronomicon. How does anyone sleep at night in a place like that? Amon took me inside without a word. Not much needed to be said. I think he understood better than I how I felt.



Anyway, yes, he lifted the curse then and there, though he suddenly seemed quite insistent that I should keep the armor, partly because he had no intention of having me escorted back to Syria. Evidently the griffon is an ancient commanding symbol in the Middle-East, demanding the respect of all who were symbol minded. Once I was human again we stepped outside thinking to cut across the garden to a far wing. We were both astonished to be greeted by a sudden, perfect silence. Though perhaps it was a coincidence after all, at my step the cracked jeering notes of the frogs and night insects all ceased. But whether this was of any significance isn’t important compared to what thoughts struck me. I remembered that dead Cthulhu and his hosts were and are entombed in R’lyeh for a reason. They lost. It was the people of Leng, our forefathers, who thwarted their malign desires unto death, even the designs of Elder Gods.



Even the puffed Shoggoths mourn the loss of our first parents, the Elder Things. Now they look to us their brethren with a glimmer of hope, and I know now exactly what I must do. While there is yet time I must return to Leng and plumb its depth more fully. I know I will be welcomed there.



It never occurred to me that Awakening would be such a long process. I’d thought it ended months ago, but it continues even now.