Official Consilium 1808

[Epitaph]

As soon as the circle was dispelled, the macabre visions of the gore strewn battlefield vanished, and Epitaph was left standing across from Knot's unconscious form. For a moment, Epitaph simply swayed were she stood, but soon fell to her knees, her head falling backward as she gasped, staring up at the cathedral's stone that blocked her eyes from the sky. She knelt there, panting, as crimson rivers of blood began to stream from her eyes, and her nostrils, the red blood mixing thickly with the make-up that covered her face. The pain was nearly crippling, her body feeling as though it truly was breaking down under the relentless forces of decay, and yet, even through the pain, was the high of victory.

The Corax had proven himself to be every bit her match, his clever mind and considerable arcane might literally bringing her to her knees...and yet, she could still stand.

Slowly, painfully, Epitaph forced herself back to her feet, her body moving stiffly beneath her robe as she turned away from her fallen opponent, her eyes falling upon Campanella and Alastor.

"I have won my first challenge. Will you step forth, Campanella of the Mysterium," she husked, her voice too hoarse to truly call out, no matter how grand her intentions might have been. "Will you step forth, or will you concede that your judgements are flawed?"

[Weavebreaker]

Weavebreaker raised her hand, letting it hang there for a couple seconds and then just asked the obvious question. "So what is this Duel over anyways? Please do not be light on detail, as this issue seems to be a priority over a potential Pylon." Weavebreaker dropped her hand back down. She was sure she wasn't the only one who had little to no clue what the hell was going on.

[Epitaph]

Weavebreaker raised her hand, letting it hang there for a couple seconds and then just asked the obvious question. "So what is this Duel over anyways? Please do not be light on detail, as this issue seems to be a priority over a potential Pylon." Weavebreaker dropped her hand back down. She was sure she wasn't the only one who had little to no clue what the hell was going on.

"You," Epitaph declared, jabbing a finger in Weavebreaker's direction, a spark of rage fueling her limbs. "Shut the fuck up. It's Campanella's turn to talk."

With that, she turned back to stare at the Leader of the Mysterium in Sacramento...

Had to double post, but will refrain from doing so again!

[Knot]

Knot comes out of the squared circle looking like he had the shit beat out of him by a pack of skinheads. Once he is dragged over to a chair by Alastor and propped up in it, he sits there like someone who just got the shit beaten out of him until he lost consciousness and then was dragged over to a chair and propped up in it, while his body recovers.

He'll probably be fine.

[Winter]

Entropy, the natural tendency of things toward disorder. If sleeper science contained even a seed of truth, someday they'd all be swallowed by chaos. The heat death of the universe, when signal is lost among a sea of noise. Fate, possibilities unbound, battled Entropy. Entropy won, prophetic if anything.

"Hmph", he rose from his seat and advanced toward the unconscious AcanthusHis mind already stretched over the expanse of Pandemonium, pruning it for knowledge; words of Atlantis were battling the whiffs of smoke from a still ignited cigarette. Images of bodies, blood, procedures, past and future surgeries.
He gave the Arrow a knowing nod.

Callous hands worked under the scrutiny of their owner's expert gaze. First checking the Acanthus' neck for a pulse, then assessing for potential damage.
"Don't get too cocky now, Necromancer".

  5 successes

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2018-08-01 18:18:58		Winter rolls 9 to Gain skill[Medicine] (Wits + Science + Mind + HS) (10 Again)		9, 8, 9, 6, 9, 5, 8, 2, 2		5 successes

  3 successes

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2018-08-01 18:22:32		Winter rolls 5 to First aid (Dex + Medicine) (10 Again)		6, 3, 10, 7, 4, 10, 10, 4		3 successes

Gain Skill[Medicine](Pot5), Supernal Vision(Pot1)
-1 Mana, +2Medicine

[Weavebreaker]

Weavebreaker nodded softly, then stood up. "While I understand that you are emotional and do not wish for anyone to intercede upon Rights of Nemesis and the Precepts of War; What Consilium approved it when lesser means were exhausted?"

Weavebreaker saw Winter go to work and figured he could path her up just as well. "Nevermind..." She sat back down. This was about to get a bit more lethal, and at least Winter could mitigate the damage. Her concerns for health and safety were checked.

[Aurora]

Knot falls. She wasn't sure if she was surprised or not, but he lost. That was that.

And then wait, what?! She was wanting to fight again, against Campy?! This girl was either insane, or had an ace up her sleeve.

The sudden outburst brought an eye roll from the Thyrus as she moved over to where Knot had been propped up. Kneeling beside him, she calls upon her magic, seeking to heal him and at least help the guy feel a bit better.

The Glyphs of Life spark and form as she concentrates.

  2 successes

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2018-08-01 19:08:05		Aurora rolls 7 to Healing Heart(Gno+Arcana) (10 Again)		1, 3, 6, 7, 8, 9, 2		2 successes

[Aurora]

  failure

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2018-08-02 10:07:53		Aurora rolls 1 to Dox(2 Dice)-1 Spell level (10 Again)		7		failure

[Campanella]

Campanella turned with venomous reluctance of the triumphant Necromancer. His jaw throbbed. He straightened himself, hands meticulously running across his robes.

"Yes, I can see that you have won your first challenge," he replied.

"And I shall step forth, as you say. When you have sufficiently rested and healed your hurts from the trail you have... passed... with such zeal. To do otherwise would not be Wise; nor fair and just. And I say this to you: take a look at yourself, you have won a great duel. You are in no condition to fight another. For you to be expected to step forth against me would be an injustice that would bring shame on this Consilium for allow it happen."

He paused with a little theatricality of his own.

"I appeal to your Wisdom. Rest your body and heal your wounds. Do not give into your vulgar bloodlust and demand more of yourself. And this gathered company."