The Descent of the Circle

[Cayce]

Below the soaring towers of the Circle of creation, beyond the peaked roof of the cathedral and the sweeping curves of the gothic arches, lay the communal courtyard, a pristine garden ringing a field of gorgeous emerald grass. In the center of the field lay a small monument, five cornerstones that lay in a ring, a testament to that which the builder had refused, and upon each stone was the faded stain of sundried blood. Yet, in the center of this ring, sat a heavy iron casting. A deep, resonate echo sounded whenever the casting was struck, betraying the hidden world that awaited beneath.

The sun was high above the courtyard, warm rays bathing the field in the touch of a life giving star. THis was the time that had been agreed upon, the curious Magi of Sacramento gathering for the first descent beneath the Circle of Creation...

Alastor Banshee Vauban Weavebreaker Knot Winter Langdon

[Winter]

Benjamin Franklin once said: "Early to bed and early to rise makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise". Or something like that. It could have been somebody else though, the Susceptor mused, how ironic, given his good memory. Not that it was important, given how his intentions were less than pure at the moment.
Getting there early meant exclusive access even if just for a minute or two, and that's what mattered. The courtyard commanded the same awe as the rest of the Cathedral, being alone here felt good.

Inside his backpack, a few bottles of water, a flashlight, two boxes of matches and some peanuts. Uncle Sam be blessed. He doubted, he'd need any of that, but better be prepared.
He stuck a cigarette between his lips and walked towards the monument.

No spell has been precast. He's got his backpack with the stuff listed above, a pack of cigarettes, a lighter, cellphone(silent), his wedding band, his rosary(spellfocus), and his wristwatch. Tell me if you want him to drop any item from his inventory

[Weavebreaker]

It was a fickle fate that lead Weavebreaker to this place and time. She had only arrived back in Sacramento earlier today, and having settled her things, she went to her Order's holdings oblivious to the changes that the Circle had underwent. Part of her had missed Sacramento's humidity, or lack-there-of. The weather simply felt incredible and sure beat the heat and humidity of Savannah.

She was dressed in a simple blue cotton tee, jeans, and sneakers. A small golden cross hung around her neck, beneath her shirt. She had a small leather satchel that held her phone, wallet, and a few other emergency essentials. Nothing, of course, which would be of significant value to delving into the depths of the Circle, a prospect which she had no idea she was about to undertake.

Weavebreaker froze for a moment, as her eyes caught the full sight of the circle. The place always held a certain enchantment to it, no matter how many times her eyes had seen it before, it left her in awe. After it had passed, she moved headed in and happened through the court yard.

She was around 5'7", though rather her frame was on the thin side. Her hair was platinum blond, and short enough that it didn't even quite reach her shoulders. When she caught sight of Winter, she paused in silence. It was obvious she was nervous.

Weavebreaker always hated running into strangers. Were they friends? Where the foes? Where they just sleeping bystanders? The Arrow was rightfully cautious and paranoid when it came to all things. She figured it best to rule out the possibility of him being a sleeper with a question that would be nonsensical to them, but would be a flag to friend or foe.

"How's it going? Are Arrows still here?" Weavebreaker said softly, as she tried to mentally prepare herself for all the potentials that could come next.

Precast Supernal Vision (Cloaked) - 5 Potency | Transform Aura (Sleeper)

Rolls

  5 successes

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2018-07-04 18:04:47		Weavebreaker rolls 14 to Supernal Vision (Cloaked)(Wits+Occult+Prime+HS) (10 Again)		7, 9, 6, 9, 7, 9, 5, 7, 8, 4, 6, 4, 4, 9		5 successes

  2 successes

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2018-07-04 18:06:32		Weavebreaker rolls 13 to Transform Aura (Intelligence+Occult+Prime+HS) (10 Again)		5, 3, 7, 9, 5, 4, 3, 3, 1, 3, 4, 1, 10, 3		2 successes

[Knot]

Knot, releases one spell before invoking another one to allow him to better feel the ticking of Time around him. It was, he believed, a more useful tequnique in these circumstances - it would allow him advanced warning if there was some sort of temporal effect underground.

It wasn't something he was going to assume wasn't a possibility, considering everything else going on in the city.

Dressed in tough wearing garb, Knot hitched the backpack up into a better position while he headed into the building to wait for the others. The Guardian was there already, and so was someone he hadn't met yet. Asking about Arrows. "You'd be looking for Hamia, or Alastor then. Alastor's on his way, Hamia doesn't spend a lot of time here." Knot taps himself on the chest. "I'm Knot. You missed the day we all gather around and argue for hours in the main hall this month though."

  Temporal Eddies 1 success

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2018-07-04 19:25:09		Knot rolls 6 to Temporal Eddies (Gnosis + Time + High Speech) (10 Again)		1, 1, 1, 4, 1, 10, 3		1 success

  Wit+Occ-5 Vs Cloak failure

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2018-07-04 19:36:19		Knot rolls 1 to Wits + Occult - 5 (10 Again, Chance)		9		failure

  Wit+Occ-2 Vs Cloak failure

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2018-07-04 19:36:45		Knot rolls 3 to Wits + Occult - 2 (10 Again)		6, 1, 4		failure

[Banshee]

Striding forward in a cloud of leather and lacecotton, and black denim, intending to be the hurricane, but is barely a breeze for the entrance she makes.

Intending to act as if she was not just a mere spector, she is caught flat footed at the appearance of someone new. "I...am, Banshee. Yes. Hello." her wretched mournful voice rings out in a pitiable attempt to not look a fool. "Once a month we meet here to speak, though with the almost introduction of a new newsletter I hope that while within the Circle we will not speak in circles."

Equipment: Cell on silent, Raven Skull Charm (MT), Leather Jacket (reinforced clothing), pepper spray, glow sticks, water bottle, matches.

[Winter]

"Who are you?", the cigarette bobbed up and down with each of his words. The rest of the awakened were pouring in the courtyard. Knot, Banshee and Alastor. The Arrow came prepared, for his attire mimicked the Susceptor's own. Good. He thought, relaxing his posture.

Yet, his suspicion lingered over the petite figure of goldilocks. His companions, he realized, were being friendly, but whether she was just a Sleeper who had managed to slip past the Occultation or another of their own, his mouth would be shut until she dealt her cards up.

[Weavebreaker]

Weavebreaker slowly moved and shifted, to face the new arrivals, and keep anyone from being behind her. She gave a nod to each of them as they arrived in quick succession, and gave their brief introductions, and in one case, a brief question already repeated.

"I am Weavebreaker. Arrow of the Golden Key, returning to Sacramento." Her eyes shifted between the people, as she made a mental note of names that were given; Knot, Alastor, Banshee.

They were all new faces to her, which did not surprise her in the least. At the very least, the names she heard and the spells weaved around some of them signaled it was likely no sleepers were present. For all she knew, though, San Francisco may had finally moved in.

"It is a pleasure." Weavebreaker said with a soft nod, though it all felt more awkward than pleasurable to her.

[Knot]

"Alastor. Banshee." Knot waves at the two people he cares to acknowledge so far. "Weavebreaker. Welcome back."

"Don't mind Winter," Knot says, kneeling down to dig through his backpack while the group waits for others. "I think he tasted a lemon once, and when he found out the way his face puckered made children cry, he decided to keep the expression up all the time." He takes out one of several spray-paint canisters and rattles it around to mix the paint, before spraying a small blob of yellow on the grass next to him. "He's our Guardian, so... eh." He shrugs, capping the spray can and placing it down close at hand.

What does one say about Guardians that nobody already knew? Instead, Knot takes out a lanyard with a pen and puts it around his neck, affixing an unlit red glowstick to it. Then he takes a pair of sheaths out, threading them onto his belt. Once he stands again, he draws out a pair of plastic sticks before sheathing them at his sides.

Inventory: Backpack, Escrima Sticks, Notebooks, Pens, Pocketknife, Flashlight, Glowsticks, Spray Paint, Rope

[Langdon]

The sun greets Langdon and Langdon is none to happy. Sleepy cycles seem to be for Sleepers. Thankfully coffee exists. Walking up to the others two glyphs circle the Moros. One a grey glyph that seems to cut into the tapestry as it moves and the other a brown glyph sluggishly heavy with metaphorical weight. coming to a stop the Moros nods to the new person, hopefully a Pentacle. If not well every is dead already.

"Hello." Knot's here, odds are he is already prying things open. The Stalker looks at the group, every Order but the Ladder. Interesting.

Inventory: Messenger bag, Dedicated Knife, notebook, pen, phone, wallet