<Storyteller> Harold is running for his "life". His patrol is back there somewhere
fighting, or falling to whatever the hell that...thing was. It's been a strange
few weeks, for poor Harold. He had had a good job, a looker for a wife, and a
good paying job. Not to mention the secretary with the nice legs. And it all
ended soo stupidly. He never saw the damn bus, he had missed seeing it. Just
like he's missing the thing behind him that's gaining on him, the one callled Scar.
<Storyteller> Harold does catch smething tho, and it's in the back of his mind, and
it's telling him there's no way out..no way out, and now Scar is proving the
point as it aims a strange looking gun at Harold's back, and blows him clean off
of his feet. Harold falls to the ground and watches a ship come in. He thinks its
the Ulysses. It's the last thing he thinks.
<Storyteller> The Ulysses sails ever closer to the harbor and you can see the the
flames even more closer now. You can see that much of the city is dark...and dead.
<Abe> "They're waving us in, Captain!"
* IronJohn gets out his spy glass and gives it a closer look
<IronJohn> "Bring it in." Shouts the Captain
<IronJohn> "Hard to Port."
* William walks on to the ship after spending the last day in his quarters. His
corpus has changed. His now decked out in a very fine linked suit of chainmail.
His sword remains at his side and he still wears his cloak and white tabbard with
the red cross.
* Abe turns the wheel and the Ulysses limps into dock
* Hans gets his gear ready. Guns and anything else to send the Spectres to Hell.
* Daniel puts his hand on Nocturne
<IronJohn> "Cut the sails."
<Storyteller> The Ulysses docks and several dock workers tie her down. The
harbormaster calls to you from the dock
<IronJohn> "Ready to throw the anchor lads!"
<Storyteller> The crew readies the anchor
* IronJohn walks over to the rail of the ship
<Skinner> "Are you Captian John Smith?!"
<IronJohn> "Throw the plank!"
<Storyteller> The crew thro the plank and weigh the anchor
<IronJohn> "Yes I am, Sir." Hollars John
* IronJohn walks down the plank
* Skinner nods to a legionnaire and the legionnaire darts off towards one of the
warehouses
<Skinner> "Good, the Anacerons wanted to know when you all arrived."
<IronJohn> "Well we are here , a few cuts and scrapes but all in all good condition."
<Skinner> "They want to speak to the 82nd patrol."
<IronJohn> "I wil be right with ya, excuse me."
* IronJohn goes back to the ship
* Skinner nods and barks some orders to his men
<IronJohn> "Abe, lock the ship down , start shifting the men out for leave , but be
ready for a moments notice departure."
<Storyteller> Abe nods
* IronJohn points to the command crew "The Anacerons wish to speak with us"
<Simon> "Captian, I'll have the estimate on the repairs for you in the morning."
<IronJohn> "Good."
<William> Waits at the bow of the ship, looking out over the city
* Brianna walks from down below. She is wearing a long white robe and a gold and
white headress that looks fairly Egyptian. He black hair contrasts against the
white
* Hans is armed to the teeth, ready to send any Spectres to there demise. He is
carrying several pistols, knives and god knows what else.
* IronJohn is his usual self
* Daniel looks around, steely glint in his dark eyes
* Brianna lithely walks down the plank and waits for the others
* Remy holsters his pistol and follows her
* Hans follows the others.
* William follows the others off the ship
* Daniel disembarks off the ship.
* Legionnaire walks up to your group, he puts his hand to his chest then back out
again.
* IronJohn returns the salute
<Legionnaire> "Greetings, 82nd patrol, the Council of Anacerons awaits, follow me."
* Daniel follows the Legionnaire silently
* IronJohn follows
* Hans follows
<Storyteller> you follow the legionnaire to the tallest warehouse on the dock. You
walk through the door to find youselves in a very dark, oversized council chambers
<Storyteller> There are ten figures around the table, one of them is standing.
* William maintains a distance from the legionares
* IronJohn enters and waits
* Edward stands there, an elderly looking man, dressed in simple clothes. His
fingers are somewhat dirty-looking, and his clothes seem to shimmer a bit as his
bright, rather vibrant looking eyes run over the newcomers.
<Storyteller> One of the seated stands and walks over to you, the figure nods it's
head
<Ambrose> "Good to see you all in one piece."
<IronJohn> "Aye."
* Edward nods slowly, shifting his position with a slight grimace.
* Ambrose motions for you all to gather near the table
* IronJohn gathers
* Hans stands near the table.
* Daniel walks up and stands near the table.
<Storyteller> One of the seated stands, his strange mask nearly larger than his chest
begins to speak
<Hopper> "The Council of New York greets you and-"
<Storyteller> The one sitting at the head of the table stands
* Edward remains silent, sighing and hunching over a bit as the others perform their
typical beuraucratic foolishness.
<Deter> "There is no time for formality, or speeches. We have come here to find out
what you can recall of the Church of the Blighted Sun. We had heard that your
patrol has had a run in with them before."
<Storyteller> Each of the masked faces turn to you and look at you with eyes that
seem to burn right through you.
<Storyteller> Remy ahems and looks at you
* Daniel stands back and looks at the other guys.
<Edward> {That's right. Show the upstarts what's what, soldier.}
* Hans looks at the others.
<Storyteller> Remy begins to tell them of what had happened, and of the hospital and
Brianna's kidnapping and of the man they called Usher.
* Deter sits and rubs his chin
* Deter nods
<Deter> "And this is all that you know? Nothing held back?"
* IronJohn tells him whatever else Remy forgot
* LadyAnne leans forward. "Our situation has grown worse these few months. After you
had launched, strange Spectre's began to appear, and all of them marked with
this." she motions to the table where you can see a blotch of plasm
* William stands with some distance between himself and the Legionares, waiting for
them to recieve their orders so that we can go hunt spectres.
* IronJohn looks at the blotch
* Hans looks at the plasm
* William looks
* Edward 's eyes flit to William briefly, studying him, wondering why he stands
alone like that, then return to the bit of plasm on the table.
<Storyteller> The blotch of plasm has a marking on it, where you guess would be the
forehead. It is a mark that resembles a sun being blighted, or eclipsed by
something black and twisted.
<Ambrose> "We need your help, our men grow weary, and driven to revenge, and by
guilt. You are all fresh and haven't seen the war. This is why we need you."
<IronJohn> "Go on."
* Edward continues to maintain his silence, as he ponders the meaning of the symbol,
trying to remember if he's seen anything like it in his studies before.
<Ambrose> "We need you to go to the other Dark Kingdoms Domains within New York and
ask them for help. You all have traveled the Tempest and have had experinece with
their culture, and their dealings. If they'll listen to anyone, it would be your
patrol."
* IronJohn looks at him for a moment
<IronJohn> "Aye Sir."
* Ambrose motions to the tall older man
<Ambrose> "This is Edward. he has been asked to join you to represent the Iron
Legion."
* Ambrose walks up to you all
* Edward looks up from the bit of plasm with a nod to himself, then snaps a
WWII-style salute to the others. "A pleasure to be along, sirs."
<IronJohn> "Welcome aboard."
* Deter shakes his head
<Deter> "I won't lie to you, this will be a dangerous undertaking, the gravest of
acts."
* IronJohn looks back at the crew and waits for them to give a sign or something
<Deter> "Many of the Domains are within spectre held territory
<IronJohn> "I cannot speak for my crew under these conditions."
<Deter> "We lost contact with our Ambassadors a month ago. We don't know what their
conditions are, or even if they still stand."
* Hans nods to Edward.
<Deter> "You'll be safer travelling by foot, many of the ships you saw off shore are
under their control now."
<Deter> "So, can we count on you?"
<IronJohn> "I am in."
<Hans> "Yes."
<Edward> "Most certainly."
<Daniel> "No foe, mortal or immortal, will stand in our way. I'm in."
* Daniel puts his hand on his sword. "Nocturne and I shall see this to its bitter
end."
<William> "This legion will require my services even more now than before."
<Deter> "Good then there is not a moment to lose."
* Edward looks up at William. "Services, sir?"
<Daniel> "To battle, then."
* Deter sits and begins to fill you all in on the events of the past 33 days
* IronJohn listens
<William> "You go into darkness. You will need my help."
* Deter finishes and then sits back
<Deter> "I must caution you, these spectres seem strangely organized."
<Daniel> "Let's go. Every second we spend sitting here is one less second spent
accomplishing our goal!"
<IronJohn> "Have ye a map?"
<Deter> "If you need to make a diplomatic deal with them, do it within reason, just
don't give up the city."
* Edward chuckles dryly.
* Deter hands him a map
* IronJohn takes it
<IronJohn> "Do we have anything else at our disposal?"
<Deter> "This is it for now, we cannot spare anyone or anything. What do you need?"
<IronJohn> "Souled weapons or black crystals?"
* Deter nods
<Deter> "We can give you those, but a few only."
<William_> "We will deal with the spectres.....harshly."
<IronJohn> "Aye."
* Edward eyes William again, seeming to pay special attention to his hands.
* Deter claps his hands a two legionnaires bring out a large chest
* IronJohn waits
* William 's hands are gauntlets
<Storyteller> They open the chest and you can see soulfire crystals within the
darkness
<IronJohn> "Ok Lads take only what ye need."
* IronJohn approches and takes 2 crystals
* Edward doesn't see anything that confirms or denies his thoughts, so looks back
towards the others, waiting for the others to take what they seek first, as he is,
after all, the newcomer.
* Hans takes 2 crystals.
<Ambrose> "Be careful,"
* Daniel stands there, not taking any
<Deter> "There's no time to lose."
* Daniel turns and begins to leave the building.
<Storyteller> The Anacerons watch you all leave
* IronJohn leaves
* Edward shakes his head, and trudges after the others in an old man's shuffle/walk.
<Storyteller> You walk outside the door into the night air
* Hans leaves
* William follows
* Brianna turns to the rest of you
<Brianna> "Who first?"
<IronJohn> "Who first what?"
<William> "Hmm?"
<Brianna> "Which Dark Kingdom?"
<IronJohn> "Jade."
* Brianna nods
<Remy> "Dos it say on da map, where dey are?"
* Edward coughs into his hand as he moves along. "Pardon for the interruption, sirs,
but though my name is known to you, I was not properly introduced to each of
you..might I know the names of those I have the pleasure of travelling with?"
<IronJohn> "I am Captian John Smith."
* Remy extends his hand
<Remy> "Remy LeClaire."
* Hans extends his hand in greeting, "Hans."
* William extends his hand
<Brianna> "Brianna," she gets a strange look on here face then
smiles again
* Edward nods and shakes the hands that are offered. "Edward
Stevens. A pleasure."
<Daniel> "Daniel"
* Daniel extends a pale long-fingered hand
* William stares at Edward while his back is to him
* Edward gets stared at, unknowing, apparently, while he's busy shaking Daniel's
hand.
<Storyteller> Off in the night the is a distant sound of gunfire, of soulforged
weapons clashing, and the smell of overhelming Oblivion. <Storyteller> to be continued
