PrP - All the Kings Men

**Kelreth** · Jul 6th, 2018 10:06 PM

Mid-morning’s light creeps into the Circle through windows and any doors that open or close. Cool for summer and not too humid, it is a day seemingly made for exploring and enjoying Sacramento. The Circle itself is cool in a way that only large stone buildings can be.

A crack opens slowly over the altar before snapping closed. Shortly after it a piece of paper pops into existence over the altar and gently falls to rest on it. A single gray glyph hangs above the paper, visible to any with a Sight up, slowly fading into the Tapestry.

**Weavebreaker** · Jul 6th, 2018 11:29 PM

Some habits were hard to curb. Weavebreaker pushed a broom across the stone. She knew intimately well, that such a large space had a lot of upkeep and maintenance. The routine was interrupted with a sensation that often heralded danger; a chill that ran down her spine, sending chills to her core. Weavebreaker scanned the surroundings, as her attention snapped to the glyph and note, as she focused to discern what she could before the clues evaporated into the tapestry.

Scrutiny - Identification - Mastery - Power - Potency

3 successes

Spells Active - Supernal Vision (Cloaked)(5) | Transform Aura (Sleeper)(Cloaked)(4)

5 successes

4 successes

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**Sand** · Jul 7th, 2018 07:07 AM

Sounds of footsteps. Enter, slow, stop.

"Ah- sorry... I didn't mean to intrude. I thought I might find a quiet place for some research..."

Papers in hand lifted as visual evidence for purpose of being there. Remain there as facts present themselves.

1. Female was not known
2. Unknown glyph visible

Potential for Broom 2 b weapon wielded by intruding Seer? Yes.

Likelihood? Small.

Potential for Glyph and paper 2 b weapon wielded by Seers? Yes.

Likelihood? Much greater.

Scrutiny(Identification, Targets) 2 successes

**Banshee** · Jul 7th, 2018 06:17 PM

Stepping out of the chapel that served as their Assembly Hall, her own appearance still in her personal aesthetic, lent to the image of a gothic maid. Silver hair twisted into a knot atop her head. nigh invisible cobwebs dancing betwixt the strands. The black of her shirt with it's chthonic impression, and the black of her jeans ripped in places were slowly turning white with the grey of the dust clinging to them.

The rag in hand is crumpled and hastily tucked into her pocket. Leaving her hands from if something were to happen.

"The glyphs around Langdon appear like that." she murmurs in her haunted voice, "Scything through the Tapestry, yet leaving it undamaged." approaching the frozen women, both obvious in their efforts to Scrutinize the scene.

Having died and lived through worse, then the simplicity of sweet death, feared it not, and so Banshee, Omen upon the Path of Doom approaches the alter to grasp the paper...to look upon it.

3 suxx precetion

**Winter** · Jul 8th, 2018 04:35 PM

Having lot of free time is both a blessing and a curse. Sure, you can go sightseeing and enjoy the weather, but when you have nobody anymore to share the experience with, worse, when you're aware that everything is just a malicious lie, there is little incentive for living, or shaving, even. Besides, jeans and a white shirt weren't really a touristy attire.
So, his leisure trip would revert back to the Circle, with its high walls risen to the sky, the only bastion of truth around. This is what he was thinking, as he made his way to the chapel, light steps drumming to the beat of his incantations.
Today he would explore, hopefully away from prying... Nevermind. He thought, as he slid through the doors and was greeted by the sight of three familiar women. Blindsided before 1 P.M, what a day.
"Morning", he said addressing nobody in particular, "nice shirt", to Banshee.

4 successes

Date	Action	Roll	Result
2018-07-08 16:18:04	Winter rolls 9 to Gain skill[Occult] (Wits + Science + Mind + HS) (10 Again)	3, 1, 10, 10, 7, 3, 4, 6, 6, 8, 10, 4	4 successes

3 successes

Date	Action	Roll	Result
2018-07-08 16:13:45	Winter rolls 6 to Supernal Vision Imp (Gnosis + Prime + HS) (10 Again)	2, 10, 2, 1, 5, 10, 2, 10, 5	3 successes

Supernal Vision Pot 3, Gain Occult (2) Pot 4, -1 Mana

**Kelreth** · Jul 8th, 2018 04:52 PM

Weavebreaker does not recognize the resonance of the glyph's creator. The glyph itself is not complex, instead it reveals that the caster is Initiate of Space, this spell may well have been the limit of their understanding of this aspect of Pandemonium. It was strong enough to form and complete its task but little else (potency 1).

Sand also does not recognize the resonance of the willworker who made the glyph. The glyph itself is contained, is has no siblings elsewhere. There is only this one glyph, the one here. It has no other targets.

Banshee easily sees that this piece of paper was ripped from a notebook. One without the perforations you would find in some brands. Instead it is sturdy paper and the rip is jagged. Written in pen, whoever wrote it was in a hurry. The note reads:

Quote:

There is a crack between two trees in the River Parkway. I am not sure where it leads but I see green and it looks stable. It is south of the four buildings. I hope that this is not a long trip. Please let my fellows know where I am.

The note is signed with a capital L and a handdrawn minimalist Atlantean sigil of the Mysterium. Oddly the scribbled date is correct but the scribbled time is 5 minutes from now.. in the future.

**Weavebreaker** · Jul 8th, 2018 07:02 PM

Weavebreaker tilted her head, as it was all rather strange. With the magic dispersing back into the tapestry, she rested the broom against the wall. Weavebreaker moved a bit closer to Banshee. She felt obliged to ask the most obvious question; "What does it say?"

**Sand** · Jul 10th, 2018 09:09 AM

More voices. Banshee. Winter.

Status of Circle as quiet place of study may need to be rethought.

The valid observation from Banshee is noted. A lift of one hand to Winter,"Good morning."

**Banshee** · Jul 10th, 2018 12:14 PM

The Omen swiftly hides her disappointment as the Guardian make himself known, by focusing upon the letter.

Her haunting voice rings out in this replica church, "There is a crack between two trees in the River Parkway. I am not sure where it leads but I see green and it looks stable. It is south of the four buildings. I hope that this is not a long trip. Please let my fellows know where I am. Signed L, paired with the sigil for the Mysterium." she turns from the alter and passes the note first to the Talon, childishly hope that the Guardian will see it last.

"I assume it is from Langdon. It is dated. Today, five minutes from now." where was an Acanthus when they needed one?

**Winter** · Jul 10th, 2018 03:35 PM

Neither the fading glyph on the altar nor the sheet of paper tightly held in the Libertine's hands escaped his notice. She barely acknowledged him, opting instead to make the content of the letter public. The distrust was mutual.

"Magus Sand", steely eyes moved over of Weavebreaker, making sense of the glyph under the shrewd layer of occultation, "you two have made yourself acquainted, I reckon"

He moved toward the Talon.

failure

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