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ooc: This is before Louissa disappears<br>
<br>
[Alex]<br>
The red headed scout asks Vesper, "Mind if we stay together. These
magic storms scare me just a little bit" <br>
It can only be so intimate because she is wearing full armor and has
her rifle but she is glad of any company he can give her. In
addition, she will wrap her arm around him if he allows it.<br>
[/Alex]<br>
<br>
ooc: After Louissa disappears<br>
<br>
[Alex]<br>
"I am a scout," Alex responds, "Everybody stay away from where she
disappeared at. Let me see if can see any tracks." The ranger will
then look and see what she can find. It is frustrating but this is
how things seem to work these days.<br>
[/Alex]<br>
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<div class="moz-cite-prefix">On 3/10/2015 18:29, Aaron Clausen
wrote:<br>
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<div dir="ltr">>> [GM]<br>
>> The navigator finds a ley line heading eastward. It is
a smaller like that<br>
>> should avoid any major nexus points, and hopefully
anyone seeking to follow<br>
>> them. Night slips over the company and then they can
clearly see the glow of<br>
>> the ruins.<br>
>><br>
>> Captain Neeson shakes her head, some worry on her face.
"Those are the Ghost<br>
>> Lights of Liverman. Some of the light is the nexus
points, some of it is<br>
>> lingering radiation, and some of it, well if the tales
are to be believed,<br>
>> are permanently opened rifts; gateways created during
the dark days of the<br>
>> Apocalypse by the first great sorcerers of the new age;
gates to unimagined<br>
>> hells."<br>
>><br>
>> "What they usually mean," the navigator interjects, "is
intense ley line<br>
>> activity, which makes sailing on a ley line, even a
minor one, dangerous.<br>
>> I've seen this glow a few times, but never this bright.
And the ozone, it is<br>
>> getting stronger."<br>
>><br>
>> As the navigator speaks, everyone can smell the sharp
odour of ozone, and<br>
>> those sensitive to it can feel the growing tingling
sensation. A ley line<br>
>> storm is brewing.<br>
>><br>
>> The area they are entering is hilly, and the ruins
themselves are out of<br>
>> sight, though the glow is not. A few bluish bolts of
lightening flash in the<br>
>> sky, and the ship trembles slightly at the energies
coursing down the ley<br>
>> line.<br>
>><br>
>> "We can try to outrun the storm," the Captain says, "or
we can take the ship<br>
>> off the ley line and hunker down around here."<br>
>><br>
>> It is reasonably sheltered. A few houses remain, half
fallen down, but large<br>
>> and well built to have lasted through these centuries.
They look to have<br>
>> been mansions, so perhaps this was a suburb of the
great city, an escape and<br>
>> retreat for its wealthier citizens.<br>
>> [/GM]<br>
<br>
> [Alex]<br>
> "I am a soldier and scout, I certainly do not feel
confident enough in the ability to<br>
> just the best course of actions. I certainly do not want to
get caught in a magical<br>
> storm however," Alex responds.<br>
><br>
> She looks over at Vesper, "You know far more about magic
than I do, what do<br>
> you think." Does light up slightly speaking to him. At
heart, she is more than a<br>
> bit of a romantic.<br>
> [/Alex]<br>
<br>
> [Vesper]<br>
> Vesper nods to Alex, "Yes we should avoid the storm as much
as possible. It<br>
> looks to be a ley line storm and since this is a magical
vessel we should if it is<br>
> possible take it off the line and land someplace sheltered
from it. I have seen<br>
> storms like this before. Lightning is drawn to magic and
magical craft and<br>
> items. If we stay on the line we risk getting rifted or
worse." He looked to Oz,<br>
> "These storms are natural though on occasion happen when
someone or thing<br>
> is trying to harness a nexus. I can't tell what the case is
but I will alert<br>
> everyone the moment I sense a rift open in that mess."<br>
> [/Vesper]<br>
<br>
> [Oz]<br>
> Oz nods. "I bow to your superior knowledge. If you say we
should go off the<br>
> line, we go off the line." He nods to the Captain. "Find us
a good place to<br>
> hide, Captain."<br>
> [/Oz]<br>
<br>
[GM]<br>
The Captain nods and begins commanding the crew to prepare to
detach from the ley line. The ship's large PPE batteries fire up
and the ship gently glides away from the ley line. Captain
Neeson selects a wooded area between two large and still
reasonably intact buildings, great white Corinthian columns
glowing blue with the mystical light. The craft gently sets down
on the ground, about two thousand feet off the ley line.<br>
<br>
The sergeant turns to Oz. "Sir, with permission, we'll set out a
secure perimeter. Not so much as a squirrel will get near the
ship." The crew are organized into watches. Neeson makes sure
that they compliment the New Camelot soldiers in keeping an eye
on things.<br>
<br>
As the night deepens, the storm grows more intense, putting on
an incredible light show. Blue fork lightning strikes the ley
line, and it steadily grows in size, until its at least three or
four times its previous diameter. The air tingles with mystical
energy, and one of the psychics, a young red-haired fellow named
Brandon, amuses his crewmates by using telekinesis to fire a
metal ball at a nearby tree, taking great gouges out of it with
each strike, until the erratic nature of the mystical energy
turns the ball around and plunges into the deck of the ship at
about two hundred miles an hour.<br>
<br>
Jacek and a few of his mercenaries take their turn at guarding
the security perimeter around 3AM, as the storm is hitting its
peak. The wind is blowing out from the ruins at nearly 100mph,
bringing with it a warm rain and odd, alien smells.<br>
[/GM]<br>
<br>
[Louissa]<br>
Louissa, who hasn't been able to get any sleep, finally rolls
over and tells Ted and the rest of her companions "I'm going
with Jacek on watch." She grabs her gear and heads outside.<br>
[/Louissa]<br>
<br>
OOC: If anyone wants to go with her, they're welcome to, though
maybe they want to get some sleep. The following is for anybody
that follows Louissa.<br>
<br>
[GM]<br>
Jacek sets his men to manning the part of the perimeter closest
to the hills dividing the ruins from this suburb. He sets a
dozen men in squads of three to patrol the area, including one
of the the ruined mansions. No one is permitted to be out of
earshot, and everyone has their radios set to the same encoded
frequencies as the soldiers and the crew of the ship.<br>
<br>
Louissa is assigned to the company that is closest to the
mansion. It is a magnificent building, and it is a credit to its
builders that centuries exposed to the elements; mystical and
natural, have not toppled it. Its columns stand fifty feet high,
holding up a great roof that at first appears to be stone, but
is in fact some sort of decorated and molded megadamage
material. The windows, though clear, cannot be made of any
normal kind of glass, because the remain intact. Still, the
doors were long ago pushed or blown down, and what can be seen
on the inside is generations of squatters; fire pits, piles of
refuse, animal bones and the like. Jacek does not permit anyone
inside the building, fearing at the very least it could be
unstable, and at worst it could be home to some menace.<br>
<br>
As the night wanes, there is no sign of any danger. The winds
are beginning to die down, the rain continues, but is now normal
cold February rain. Jacek is preparing to end his team's watch
and pass it on to the next group when someone observes "Where is
the Lady Louissa?"<br>
[/GM]<br>
<br>
OOC: Anybody left in the ship is woken up.<br>
<br>
[GM]<br>
Someone wakes the rest of the company up, indeed the whole ship.
"We have a man missing! It is the Lady Louissa! No one knows
where she is.<br>
[/GM]<br>
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