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They say the fog that covers the city is the breath of the dragon’s, but is it dead, or dreaming? Underneath London lies the body of Albion, the Dragon that drowned digging his way to the Reverse Side of the World. On his back was born an organisation and around that organisation was built a city. The Clocktower in London. The academy is the foremost magecraft organization in the world. Countless departments vie for positions and the Lords of Lady’s of the oldest families have turned the academy into their own political playground. While around the city the Church, Dead Apostles and the spirits of Gaia work toward their own ends. Let’s see what happens in this melting pot of magic, power and ambition. --- This an interest check for people who enjoy Urban Shadows or Type Moon franchises such as Tsukihime or Fate/X. I don’t claim to be an expert in either but I enjoy both so I thought why not mash them together and see what comes out. Here’s a Discord for people who have questions: https://discord.gg/BeR9q5T Urban Shadows Playbooks and stuff for people who want to know more about the system (It’s PbtA so rules lite, fiction oriented, roll 2d6 at important junctures and 7+ is for varying degrees of success) https://www.magpiegames.com/our-games/urban-shadows/urban-shadows-downloads/ This is the Type Moon Wiki. There is too much information here for any sane person to digest. https://typemoon.fandom.com/wiki/TYPE-MOON_Wiki For character creation there’s a lot of background for mages and vampires but most other playbooks will probably take a bit of creativity to fit into the setting. But I believe in you guys! [edit]This will be a primarily play by post game with Discord for questions and clarifications or when it makes sense to do something by chat. Let me know what you think! City moves are ways we give the city character. City Moves There's something in the fog... Bloody tourists, always getting in your way Then we have situational moves for locations, special equipment Special Moves Explore Spirit Grave Albion ??? Apocron fucked around with this message at 03:46 on Mar 15, 2019 |
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Rabi Baird, the False Wolf Who are you? Rabi Baird. Scottish. Indian. Bouncer. Werewolf. A' that. How long have you been in the city? A few years. I was a bouncer in Glasgow for a while, then a monster in a cage for a wee bit, and now a lapdog for a mage, watchin' her back green like I'm a fuckin' security guard. I try not to be too bitter as it's technically a mutually beneficial relationship, but as I've already made abundantly clear, if she calls me her guard dog one more time I'll burn her fancy house down. What is the best part of the change? The change hurts. A lot. I don't know if it does for real werewolves, or just me. It doesn't matter. The change - I didn't learn to like the pain exactly, but I did learn to appreciate it as an affirmation. Like going home. Like decorating the exterior match the insides. I can't pretend to be Jekyll and Hyde, because I'm honestly no more violent and aggressive as a giant wolf than I am as a man. Which is very. Who is the most important person in your territory? I am, if you ask me. I probably still am if you ask a bystander. But if you ask a mage, its my prick 'associate'. She lives in a little house up a hill, away from the 'civilians', atop a criss-crossing of some fuckin'.. leylines? She says its magically important. I say its spooky as gently caress. Haunted house. Christ help her though, she does seems to thrive in it. She's technically the one that keeps me hidden. In exchange I keep the scum out. Lowest crime rate in the city, except for the people who I sometimes make go missing. What do you desperately need? Literally, or philosophically? Philosophically I need an understanding of why bad things happen, and the sense of drive and purpose that keeps everyone else on their feet. Literally though, I'd gladly settle for the chance to rip the head off the person who made me. Then I can find something else to focus the brunt of my attention on. Or maybe just die in peace. quote:Name: Rabi Baird Not Operator fucked around with this message at 01:01 on Mar 7, 2019 |
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Sigurd Westgaarde, the Hunter » Who are you? Sigurd of Thjod, though I've taken the name Westgaarde as the ages turn. » How long have you been in the city? Of late? Months, no more. I come chasing the hint of a wyrm for the slaying. » How did you become a hunter? The tale is overlong for the telling, but you would not be incorrect to look to the Edda for some measure of truth. I was raised at the court of King Hjálprek, received the sword Gram from the smith Regin, and slew the dragon Fafnir on Gnita-Heath. Much that follows is more exaggeration than reality. My life was rather unhappy, yes, but I cannot say I was slain by an angry valkyrie. » What do you hunt, primarily? That most terrible and avaricious of the creatures that inhabit this realm: dragons. I started with Fafnir, yes, but that is not where I've stopped. The people of the Church, in times past, even knew me by a different name: that of Saint George, Dragonslayer. I care not that they lay claim to my exploits, only that the foul beasts are consigned to the mists of time. » What are their strengths and weaknesses? Ah, is that not the trick of it? Their strengths manifold, their weaknesses carefully hidden. I've developed some tacts that work on the average wyrm, but the slaying of a great dragon is never a simple matter. My blade, Gram, is anathema to dragonkind, but a beast of great wisdom often makes the delivery of blade to heart something of a difficult matter. » What terrible thing have you done to yourself to help even the playing field? That much of the legend is true. When my blade plunged deep into Fafnir, spelling its doom, I was bathed in heartblood that spilled out. It transformed me, then, from a mortal man into something both more and less. I possess puissance and longevity beyond any man. The tongue of animals is known to me, yes, and my skin is as powerful a barrier as any dragon's scales. The changes slowed after the heartblood no longer flowed, but I've felt them progress with the years. It's a creeping thing, to be sure, but one day I will be Fafnir reborn. A great and powerful dragon, free to pillage a world where magic and steel can no longer bring forth the majesty and power of ages past. » How are you like them? Outside the creeping doom that awaits? I suppose you might consider me a hoarder of lives. Gram has drank the blood of many dragons as of yet, the promise of more all that sates it. I listen not when the dragons offer this speech. It enraged me the first time they named me brother and, I must say, it has grown no less offensive to my ears. quote:Name: Sigurd Westgaarde Tricky fucked around with this message at 01:17 on Mar 10, 2019 |
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/ Nephthys Hieronymus, the Tainted » Who are you? Nephthys Hieronymus, briefly a student of alchemy at Atlas. My only accomplishment there was managing to turn my hair white before I made a bad deal and was forced to abandon my studies. Agreeing to help Dust of Osiris was a mistake, and now I'm basically just her proxy. » How long have you been in the city? About a week. I only moved here for a job, but it looks like it might be long-term, so I arranged for a residence. » Who would you die for? Good question, with an easy and unsatisfying answer. I would die for Dust of Osiris. I have died for her. I will die for her again. Not for any grand ideal, so don't get any ideas about that; it's because she's the one pulling my strings. » What is your daily release? Music. I go to my new apartment, put on some gigantic headphones, and for a brief while, I don't have to do anything or be anyone. » What do you desperately need? To find a sense of control. quote:Name: Nephthys Hieronymus Emy fucked around with this message at 11:16 on Mar 27, 2019 |
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This will be a primarily play by post game with Discord for questions and clarifications or when it makes sense to do something by chat. Will update the OP.
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David Lawson, Veteran Who are you? David Lawson, member of the Burial Agency, retired from active duty. I stick around London, assisting others in the Church and 'friendlies' with training, information and tools to do their job, mostly involving dead apostles. How long have you been in the city? I'm a London boy, born and bred. I started a job with the Met, but I was still fresh when I encountered a Vampire being fought by a member of the Burial Agency, Simon Malmstein. I I wasn't very effective, shooting some rounds at it, but I impressed the Agency members enough that they offered me to assist them. Took a bit of hesitation, being raised a good Anglican, but they only look Catholic. I still worked the force, but I gathered intel for Simon. I was good at it. What was your greatest accomplishment in the city? In the late nineties Simon's luck ran out. There was a set of Dead Apostles working together. Five of them. Not a very common thing, and pretty dangerous. They were killing a lot of folk, and Simon went after them. He died. You might think I went after them right away. But I didn't. I carefully hid all the relics I knew Simon had. And then, I bided my time. For months I observed, watched, took notes of the five. Their habits, their powers, their personalities. When I wasn't studying them, I was asking the Church for information about past encounters. My caution had a cost. A lot of people died while I prepared. But when I struck, it was quick. The Five Burial Night they call it. Five powerful Dead Apostles. One died to a car bomb filled with blessed silver shrapnel, one dissolved into Holy Water, one pierced by three dozen holy stakes, one was stabbed in the back by a sacred blade, one shot in the back of the head point black by a blessed bullet. It went quickly. Each of them could have taken me in combat in three seconds. I did not give them one. They died before they knew they were under attack. Before they could warn each other. I was promoted to the eighth place in the Burial Agency. The spare member. I left the force, and became an ordained full time vampire hunter. An executor. Why did you stop? I could of course not repeat the complete element of surprise of the Five Burial Night. The Dead Apostles were a lot more wary. But I used that. If your enemy is paranoid enough to see signs of you everywhere, you can hide your actual movements. Launching fake attacks that always ended up like ghosts, just to force the dead apostles to get to distrust and ignore their first reactions, and then I struck. I developed contacts with every other supernatural, got chummier with the mages than the Church liked, just so they'd give me info. They called me the Panopticon. And over the years, as others fell, I rose in the ranks. And then, ten years ago, there was a Dead Apostle with the name of Bloody Mary. I pursued her. Studied her. I often think back on it. Wondering if I made a mistake. But I hadn't gotten cocky. I took due diligence. When I struck, I was sure I had her. A trap set up to cut her into several pieces with blessed blades at the time I knew she always walked through it. Except that day, the one who walked through it wasn't her. It wasn't some bystander either. It was my brother. She'd beaten me at my own game. Knew who I was, killed my own brother. She probably could have killed me. Instead, she just destroyed me. I resigned from active duty the next day. What do you desperately need? I want revenge, but right now, I don't think I have what it takes to beat her. I'm not as good as I used to be, don't have as many contacts as I once did. And I'm getting old, slowing down. quote:Name: David Lawson Shogeton fucked around with this message at 01:48 on Mar 7, 2019 |
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David What grand scheme lead 5 dead apostles to work together? Rabi How much do you know about your master? Why did she choose you and why was she doing this experiment?
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Mnemosyne Doxiadis, the Magus Who are you? Mnemosyne Doxiadis, Heir to the Doxiadis Family, Magus in possession of the dual affinities Wind & Void, Clock Tower student specializing in Spiritual Evocation. How long have you been in the city? For some time now, ever since I joined the Clock Tower. My homeland is Crete. I do miss it at times, though I’ve grown fond of the city life that London provides. I imagine it’ll be hard to go back to the island… What keeps you up at night? My older brother’s sudden disappearance. He was to be the true heir to the family crest. But one night he just vanished. The only thing he left behind was a note that said he had to learn “the truth”. No one in my family knows what he meant by that. It’s a great enigma that I’ve been drawn to unraveling, and perhaps when I do I’ll be able to find him. What have you sacrificed for your power? Oh that’s easy – a social life. I don’t spend much time conversing with other magi within the Clock Tower. Or anyone outside of it. I’m not entirely embarrassed about it. The strides I’ve made as a Magus have been significant, and people speak highly of me. What more could I want? What do you desperately need? Well, you see, there’s this book. A grimoire to be exact. In it is the true names of several celestial beings. With these true names, one can get in contact with them. There’s one in particular I’m interested in – one that can give me what I need to possibly find my brother. It’s locked up tight within the confines of the Spirtual Evocation department’s triple restricted section. While I’m highly regarded, I’m not quite marked for such clearance. I have to find a way to get my hands on that book, though... quote:Name: Mnemosyne Doxiadis Zomg fucked around with this message at 07:19 on Mar 11, 2019 |
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quote:What grand scheme lead 5 dead apostles to work together? You may be familiar with the Princes in the Tower. Edward V, king of England and Richard Shrewsburry, Duke of York. They were kept in the Tower of London in the late 15th century, but vanished It is assumed they were murdered. Their uncle Richard is the main suspect. In the 17th century remains were found, and buried as them. I have learned that none of this is the complete truth. Whatever royal politics involved was a smokescreen, and whatever was buried, it was not... all of them. Some experiments went on there, involving the young king and his brother, something that the Dead Apostles were involved in, or knew of. The five had learned about it, and were trying to find what remains. I am not sure whether it was to take it, to enslave it, or to swear fealty to it. But they were convinced that finding them would change... everything. After I killed them, I did my very best to find every scrap of information they had and destroy it. Without reading it. It is already terribly dangerous I know what I do right now. Still, I keep an extra close eye on the Tower of London.
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Apocron posted:How much do you know about your master? Why did she choose you and why was she doing this experiment? Firstly, pal, that's two different people. Secondly, she's not a master. Not of me, not of magic. Her name is Joanna Wessex-Smith*. Yes that is three names, and yes she will correct you if you skip one. Her family is a very big deal at the 'Clocktower', she insists. Our deal is she keeps me hidden, while I keep her safe. As for what else I know about her.. Bratty. Annoying. Smart-arse. Smug. Does magical projects that I can't even pretend to care about. As for the experiment, that was done by a Dead Apostle with an Egyptian name. A real problem solver who had a solution for the endangered werewolves, dying out for a lack of alphas - make a new one. She took me because I was nobody to no-one. My family were all dead and I was too belligerent to keep friends. She plucked me right out of work and I'm willing to bet even they didn't remember me by the next night. I don't know if she thought she was doing the wolves a service or if she was expecting something in return, but I don't think they're happy about me. They certainly didn't exactly invite me to their lovely little village. * Not Operator fucked around with this message at 01:12 on Mar 7, 2019 |
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