Active Spells
Org Resilience 2e
Defense 3 Armor 1
Defense 3 Armor 1
It has been an hour since the group left the warehouse.
Woodland is a small town some 30 miles outside of Sacramento in the north Californian central valley. Flat land and fields beyond the defensive channels and dykes of the capital's flood works; beyond the wilderness preserve that flanks the Sacramento river.
Threads of fate and an innate, unerring, understanding of spatial relationships lead the party to an ugly and overgrown property past the northern limits of the town. Two sides of the property are overgrown with trees and scrub; one side may as well be a junkyard for the amount of rusting steel and abandoned vehicles dumped just inside the fence line. Only the 'front' of the property has anything like a well maintained fence with an impressive metal gate (currently shut).
The heart of the property is lit by lights, revealing a farm house, a barn, and a cluster of sheds and green houses. A number of vehicles are parked up by the buildings.
It is the depth of night, just passed the point where one day becomes another. A couple of singular lights shine out across the empty rural road. The only other source of illumination is the light from their vehicle(s). Shadows hunker, waiting, around them.
It's been an uneventful ride. On his part, he didn't do much talking, preferring to leave a comfortable silence fall between himself and the rest of the group. He parks the car in the lane, but he takes his time to look around before pulling the key out.
2 successes
Spells: None, 1 hour has elapsed
2mana left, 3WP (Since the thread began before the new WP rule, I assume we're still using the legacy rule until the scene wraps up)
Active Spells
Org Resilience 2e
Defense 3 Armor 1
From his position in the back seat, Anima quietly watches the world go by.
Spying the farmhouse, he senses the danger they are approaching. His fingers flash a mudra in the back seat and a gold imago is sealed within his aura.
"That's a lot of cars."
2 success to Org Res rote
Not a bad thing, not a bad thing at all. In his thoughts, he completes the Shaman's words. Things can be placed in two categories. Assets and Resources.
Assets - such as those found in a scrapyard - can be turned over into resources.
He's a bottom feeder like that.
Spells: None
2mana left, 3WP (Since the thread began before the new WP rule, I assume we're still using the legacy rule until the scene wraps up)
He fights against the instinctual release of adrenaline in his bloodstream. Active Spells
Org Res 2e, Def 3 Armor 1
"There's going to be a fight isn't there." Drops of sweat bead his receding hairline. A few boxing aerobic classes is the extent of his fighting experience.
"What's your plan Winter? What should we do?"
"Yes, perhaps. Ask the other guy, he's the one with a perchant for forecasting", the door of his car opens with a click. "Wait here, I need to fix us a snack", he says, before he departs into the night. Careful to study his surroundings as he slowly makes his way toward the abandoned vehicles.
On his way, he takes the time to arrange his defenses, should the need arise.
Of course it's been a hard night. What do you do when you reach a certain age and you find out you can't get it up? You try harder, of course.
At least his sight wasn't that bad. Hop hop, 10/10
1 successfailure2 successes1 success
Spells: Unseen Shield Forces [pot 1], Supernal Vision [pot 1]
2mana left, 3WP (Since the thread began before the new WP rule, I assume we're still using the legacy rule until the scene wraps up)
Pixel had spent the ride napping. He didn't want to throw up from trying to read in the car and no one else in the vehicle was exactly what Pixel would call an avid conversationalist. As the car ground to a halt it roused the Warlock, just in time to notice Winter leaving and Anima about to shit himself.
"Dude."
Pixel begins to roll his eyes before a yawn overtakes him.
"'et it to'ether."
He chants as another golden glyph traces into the air. With it the Free Councilor becomes more mundane and forgettable as he exits the car. With Winter out on recon, and not really wanting to split the group again like at the warehouse, he simply chooses to stretch from his vantage point at the car. As he does he glances around the general vicinity to see if anything popped out. Vehicles that were still in use, movement in the shadows or overgrowth, anything odd or potentially dangerous.
2 suxx Incognito Presence and 2 suxx perception
Spells- Dark Matter, Untouchable, Incognito Presence
Equipment (being left in the car)-messenger bag, sketch pads, colored pencils (No bonuses for quality).
Active Spells
Org Res 2e, Def 3 Armor 1
Peer Across the Gauntlet pot 1
The doctor sighs and composes himself once more. He's got the one speciality here, best put it to work. His mind works, pulling together the flaring imago as the golden glyph of a covert spell settles into into his aura. Keen eyes study the Shadow reflection of the area.
"Let me check for spirit guards and the like, then I'll study the resonance of the area, perhaps that will provide a clue as to what's been happening here."
rolls
Goose bumps!
Goose bumps as spells go up, flash, then drop in place.
The trip to out to Woodland had be marked by silence and the yawning dark. Now that the journey was over there was a flurry of movement, as first Winter and then Pixel exit the car.
The rural lane is quiet, lonely, and empty apart from themselves. Winter doesn't pick up anything further of note as he wraps himself in a Shield and adjusts his Sight as he opens himself to the Supernal (nothing obviously amiss or out of place from what he saw, either).
The farm's main gate is not guarded, nor are there any obvious security cameras.
Pixel takes in the scene - the alert Libertine picks up the low key whine of an electrified fence.
Anima batters his way through the Gauntlet and takes a peek on the other side. It is just what he would expect for a rural area... but there is definitely something up at the farm house: a canker of ugly twist that he cannot make out from his position and distance from the building.
They got some juicing to do. He checks around, making sure nobody can bear witness of what's coming next. Where's the kid? He thought he was right behind him? Oh wait, here he is. You don't want to miss those guys out.
Tass is strange, it's solidified truth. But to the trained eye, things... even the vulgar trappings of the Lie, hold a sliver of truth at their core.
Tass is solidified truth, matter is solidified Lie. Stuck in the middle, the human soul acts as a filter, drawing water from the wellspring of a oasis in the desert.
Yes, those things will sufice. He says, appraising the rusted chassis.
3 successes
Gonna need to know the size and approximately how ran down are those vehicles
Removing two dice from Incognito Presence, it's still 3 successes
Spells: Unseen Shield Forces [pot 1], Supernal Vision [pot 1]
2mana left, 3WP (Since the thread began before the new WP rule, I assume we're still using the legacy rule until the scene wraps up)