To the casual eye, the Archangel sanctum seemed as it did any other time of the year. Lush greenery swathed the space between buildings within the sanctum, and the shine from the noonday sun seemed to complete the feeling of Eden, that the home of the Archangels was in fact paradise found.
At least on the surface.
Like all things there was a realm of Truth yet to be explored lurking just beneath the calm exterior of the sanctum. That was about to change. Today the spirits lurking in the Shadow, or just out of sight in Twilight, would reveal themselves to the resident Shaman. All he had to do was apply his will and look.
Please note where in the Sanctum Striker is starting (His house or the main entrance). Also please include an Intelligence+Occult+1 roll in your opening post.