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Akua - Meat Factory, Slums, Old Town, Star City, Nu York, Federated States 0/3 BP https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-Soh5EmaGWI&t=51s
You now have about 50 workers and 5 management from the meat processing plant. They are "normal" outside working hours so as not to arouse suspicion. The Tongue doesn't need input for converting it just does it, unless you want to be ultra descriptive flavor text-wise. But you paid for his creation with several turns and you get what you paid for. The Hand moves your merchandise while the Eye seemingly runs around everywhere bringing the information to Akua. The priest is 100% your dude. Taver Einklassen - The Mountain-Lion Pub https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z9sEQ2gzx_4 "I like turtles." The young man said. "They seem to have it all figured out." He was in his 20s but liked nature and talking. Lots of talking. Davey was a talker. After expanding on his philosophy on the noble tortoise he lifted his rifle and shot his target. Clean through the heart. Blood pumped onto the ground as ragged breaths slowed and the attempted kill ended in death. "Whoo hoo!" He fist bumped the air. Taver had been spending time with the young man and the militia, this time hunting. The deer lay where it had been shot and Davey walked over and began dressing the animal. The colonel's son wasn't squeamish it seemed. As they ate later that night, the blue eyed man sat across from Taver over the fire. He looked up to the sky, seeing the stars. "You recon, there's a god up there? Or sumthin'?" Davey was in another one of his talking moods. However, this provided the perfect opening for Taver to influence the young man. Flavortown. How are we getting there? Working over the weeks he's openly receptive now.  The Handler - Somewherehttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RNWLmAXNGYA    Detective Kane - Hotel Hell https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=atqt-urehUg Kane spread the files on the hotel room bed. The killer had been active again. But he was getting sloppy. Almost as if he was degenerating. Or evolving. <"You are distracted. Destrooooyyy."> Kane rubbed his eyes. He hadn't slept but he had determined a pattern. The Handler was dropping his kills off around the outside of the Slums in old town. Not in them. Which led Kane to one possible idea. The killer was operating within the slums, killing there before dumping the bodies in the nice area outside the slums where his work could be seen. He would be less likely to be caught. Manpower couldn't be dedicated to this now Kane realized because he hosed up. Whatever was wrong with him, he needed to shake it off. Before the killer struck again. The Handler is 99% most likely to be operating in the slums. For whatever reason he is getting sloppier. Almost as if he is being rushed.
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Akua - Meat Factory, Slums, Old Town, Star City, Nu York, Federated States 0/3 BP Akua was pleased indeed with the work of his Tongue. His high-priest had exceeded even his expectations, bringing the entire factory into his light in a mere handful of hours. More, the priest the Tongue had converted had proved to be fully devoted to Akua, and Akua had reveled in the control he exerted over the priest. It was all proof of his superiority, of his right to rule and remake humanity however he pleased. So it was he entered the meat-packing plant in high spirits, and his mood was raised yet again by the reception he received. The workers and manager gathered in praise of him, and placed before him an offering, a great hunk of the finest quality beef the plant possessed. He absorbed it all and more. He did not stop until he was virtually bursting with biomass, exalting in the wonderful sensation of hunger being banished, and the knowledge that he had a massive and sustainable source of biomass available for the future. It was only after he was sated that his lieutenants were permitted to eat, though he made sure they consumed their fill as well, he had plans for them and he would not permit any mistakes or weaknesses lack of proper biomass might bring. Once they had eaten, Akua turns to his servants, his Hand, Eye, and Tongue. He had new orders for them. The meat-packing plant was an excellent source of resources, but now they needed manpower, and Akua knew just were to get it. He commanded the Eye to observe the slums, to identify and surveil the various criminal gangs that infested these streets, learn their membership, their movements, their gathering places, and then to report this information to his Tongue. He tasked his Tongue with using the information from the Eye to convert the gangs, all of them. They would be made to put aside their differences and become his soldiers, holy warriors of the true God. He tasked his Hand with guarding his Tongue, seeing that no harm came to the most vital of his lieutenants in what no doubt would be a dangerous mission. He would eagerly await the results, for though his lieutenants had each proved themselves individually, this would be the ultimate test of their ability to work as a single unit to further his ends. While they worked, Akua had other matters to attend to. The meat-packing plant was an invaluable resource, however his needs would reduce its efficiency and he needed it strong and vital. So it was that Akua walked among the workers, interviewing them, determining which of them lacked many outside entanglements like family and dependents, and which would be missed if they disappeared. For those he deemed able to vanish from the outside world without drawing attention, he called for them to gather in the plant one night after the shift had ended. Akua's sending his Eye, Tongue, & Hand out on a team assignment. They are to convert the gangs in the slums into his faithful soldiers. The Eye is to find out who all the gang members are, who their leaders are, what their activities are, and where they congregate, and provide this information to the Tongue. The Tongue is supposed to use this information to figure out the best way to convert the gangs, to mold them into God's soldiers. The Hand is to provide security for the Tongue, make sure no gang-members can harm the Tongue as he goes about his work. While this is happening, Akua is studying the meat-packing plant workers, both by observation and by interview. He's using his skill as a Ruthless Manipulator[+4] to determine which of them will be missed by the outside world, and which can safely vanish without raising suspicion.
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Francis Egerton - The New Blooming Heart Building, East Side, Star City, Nu York, Federated States  Even as they hurry down the stairs, down below, Francis can barely believe it. That anyone could even conceive of betraying him. Now he realizes far too late his arrogance blinded him to the possibilities. The Church grew too fast and its reach exceeded its grasp. Oberons death a deep blow, but he was with the Crystal God now. The more pressing matter was getting to safety now that the feds were here. He can still remember when they raided him last time, back in the 60s. This time though Rok-nar had rallied the crystal spawn to delay and fight them. Even as he puts a hand over Lily shoulder to comfort her (trying not to stare too hard at her cleavage) and whispering soothing nothings to keep her going, he directs one of the spawn to rip out and carry the safe holding the Churches funds with them. Down below the were the most faithful, those that had taken to living in tunnels and meditating by the crystal outcroppings. It was these he spoke to, arms spread wide and the Crystal Plates glowing overhead. "Fear not, my faithful. You have gazed into eternity. You have seen his glory. All these mortals worries shall pass in time. Those that would seek our end shall not find it, we shall start again anew. They can not stop the Church and it shall rise up again. Those that have heard my message shall remember it and rise with it, and new members brought into our ranks." They begin descending but Francis pulls aside some and tells them they have been chosen to serve the Crystal God and aid the others in their exodus. The chosen stay behind as Francis sends the rest down below.  Crystal spawn are used to block the entrances and more used to plug the entrance to below. Francis stands beneath the plug gazing through the crystal at his chosen...sacrifices. He grabs hold of the Crystal Plates and begins chanting, the glow rising into a bright light reaching out to the faithful above. They begin chanting in time, words entering their mind and soul. Blood starts to spill forth from their body as the chant reaches its crescendo. Francis says comforting things to Lily, steeling her resolve with Duke of Bridgewater[+4]. He has a crystal spawn grab the safe where most of the cash was kept and goes below. There he makes a rousing speech to his followers, before sending them below into the tunnels to escape. He blocks the entrances to the dungeon with crystal spawn, then chooses some of the faithful initiates as sacrifices. He goes below, uses more crystal spawn to plug the entrance to the lower sections and starts an eldritch ritual using his sacrifices. Edges sharp as Diamond [+2] if appropriate, and The Crystal Plates[+2] to commence the ritual. Sealing off or hiding the tunnels from mortal eyes, ideally by weakening its bonds with reality and separating it at eldritch angles. At the least making it unable to be accessed by the unfaithful.
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Taver Einklassen - The Mountain-Lion Pub "Ah. Yes there is, but it is not so different to the way things are here." Taver said as he poked the fire with a stick. "Those in power make rules that suit themselves and those that support them. Sometimes those laws are good for the average folk, but even then most of the time the rules are better for them and their friends. Just look at the Bible. If god didn't want to make people suffer, why put the forbidden fruit in the garden of Eden in the first place? Or why not warn Adam and Eve about the snake. So many words in it contradict others. Plus there's the way they talk about demons being bad, but then you have the 72 demons of Solomon who brought knowledge to humans that helped them. Sure, demons did bad things as well, but God also burned away Gomorrah in a pillar of flame, and unleashed the plagues upon Egypt. And Angels? They're just like the government. They don't really care about you, they're just doing their jobs. If that means taking you to heaven, well that's great. But that can also mean cutting you down with a flaming sword because you don't agree with god that you should stone your son to death because he thinks your neighbour's daughter looks pretty." He had been looking mostly into the fire as he spoke thoughtfully. "But you understand Davey. Just because someone is powerful doesn't make them good. And their enemies are not evil just because they are opposed. People tell all kinds of lies about your father and your friends, but you just want to give power back to those who had it stolen away. You know that televangelist on TV, James Proctor? The guy that kept taking people's money and telling them all kinds of lies so they would give him more money. I am the one that killed him, and I did it with the help of those that people would say are bad. Everything is a tool, and what you use it for is what matters the most. If you are want, I can help you to gain this power to, so that you can use it to help your father and other people." Taver summoned a shadow copy of himself, that went and put another piece of wood into the fire. "See? I can make them in the day as well, there is no silly shadow is evil because it isn't light rule here. While the shadows can hide murderers and corrupt dealings, they can also hide a mother and her child from someone trying to hurt them. Shadows aren't bad just because they're not light. If you aren't afraid, and you have an open mind to do what you need to, then I can show you more. Are you willing to help your father more than you could before?" Trying to induct Davey into the Lords of Chaos, using Living Weapon [+2] and Lifetime of Knowledge to appeal to his sense as a fighter and trying to help his dad and his cause. And of course, using Shadow Control [+2] as my Apocalypse ability, even though that does not necessarily need to be the same power that he gets if he accepts.
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Detective Kane - Hotel Hell, Heaven’s Kitchen, Southside, Star City, Nu York, Federated States Kane looked over everything he had. Well. It was a start. He wasn't sure just what he could accomplish without the resources of the department behind him, but he wasn't about to just sit here on his rear end and do nothing. He threw on his shoulder holster and coat before heading out. He couldn't tell if it was his imagination, but he thought he heard the sound of distant thunder as he made his way toward the slums... Using Investigator [+2] to poke around the slums. So helpful.
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Akua - Meat Factory, Slums, Old Town, Star City, Nu York, Federated States 0/3 BP https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WmGlfkBA0kU  The men in the factory clanked their axes and cutting implements ritualistically. Their eyes feverish and delirious. The finest cuts and most fatty and delicious pieces cut from every selection of beef. Piled high. The Hand and Tongue ate their fill, with the Eye flitting about the edges like a scavenger. Nipping a piece here and there. The Eye went on her mission and began.
The Tongue took to his ministry with the Hand providing a deterrent to those who might want to shoot first rather than listen. It was a good thing Akua had done this because the Hand had to kill a few who would have certainly damaged the Tongue. As each gang or criminal syndicate fell into the fold the numbers of the Army of Akua's ranks swelled with weapons, drugs, money, and control of the slums. The clubs and gambling houses soon had the pimps and prostitutes also enfolded into Akua's forces. If it was vice, Akua had his tendrils into it. The few corrupt cops that took bribes also fell into the ever growing sphere of Akua's influence. There wasn't much business as usual, as the converted simply watched and waited. The Eye began scanning the streets for the homeless and cast offs. Before she saw him. It? She didn't know what to make of him. He took one of the prostitutes that had been missed in the sweeps. An independent operator. She followed. He had incapacitated the prostitute and bound her up quite well before placing her into his van with practiced ease. The Eye could perceive the muttering of the man. It was like a prayer. The kind the mortals gave to Akua. But to himself? or some other power? The Eye ran along the rooftops keeping pace with the van easily. When the van arrived at its destination the Eye stealthily followed the man and his victim into the dilapidated building.  "WHORE!" He slaps the prostitute awake. She is bound to a table, many hooks and barbed instruments along the walls. The woman begins to scream and the man puts on his mask before he begins to work. When he is done, the Eye follows him again. Curiously he does not eat his kill but dumps it out back of a food dispensary business. She comes back to report her finding to Akua. The interviews had a handful of young people without immediate attachments far away family or no one. No significant others. Perfect. They gathered in the dimly lit service room located in the back of the plant. The Tongue and Hand re-entered. With the Hand gesturing emphatically. Something it wasn't usually capable of doing. The Tongue nodded at the Hand and spoke. "My lord. A very large tower made of crystal has appeared. This is after the storms and terrorist attacks on the nights previous to this event." He paused. Waiting for Akua's wisdom. The gangs are all now a part of the Army of Akua [+2] (mortal). The interviews give Akua a handful. Also it seems the Eye has found an interesting target. A hunter. Francis Egerton - The New Blooming Heart Building, East Side, Star City, Nu York, Federated States https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Pfl2Aw0y5U  The ritual is fueled for the faithful and by the faithful. From the outside, if onlookers would be believed a sphere appeared around the building and disappeared everything inside. This extended below ground. Everyone and everything suddenly gone. There was a distant screaming as if the world was being tortured and just as suddenly it was all back.  The edges cut anyone and anything close. Those that were inside already however...  Pockets of law enforcement and Federated agents still held out within the structure. Using grenades and heavy munitions to shatter their way into sealed spaces and destroy crystal men. They were taking losses and would soon lose by attrition. All radio and video contact to the outside was blocked by the divine interference of the tower. Many lost their poo poo at being dimensionally shifted and returned, and the crystal enemies did the rest. They often shot their fellows as much as any of the religious sect or monsters. A mess. The works below have inverted and become the tower above. The Crystal Fortress will prevent entry to any not of the faith, it will confound with its aura, make people sick, cut them, and those foolish enough to try and attack will be met by the Crystal men. It emits a signal and energy that prevents communications nearby and within. It can be seen anywhere in the city as a bright, glowing, yet divine site. Already news crews and people are coming to look at this eldritch miracle. Taver Einklassen - The Mountain-Lion Pub https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MC7H1rOU1Gg  Davey found himself leaning forward. Mouth agape. "How? Did you do that?" He nodded that yes he would like to learn indeed. The shadow performed its tasks. And Davey followed it around. Putting his hand through it. "How does it hold stuff? It ain't solid?" Curiosity outweighing that this should not be happening. He smiled. Tendrils of shadow seeping into the young man, already poisoning...or was it purifying him? Taver hadn't really thought of it in those terms. Truth. A truth. One that Davey, no...David. A nice biblical name would learn at his hand.  "When can we start?" Do you want him to be a fighter? A caster? Manipulator? How will you mold Davey into David? What kind of truths will you reveal unto him? What he gets depends on it. Detective Kane - Hotel Hell, Heaven’s Kitchen, Southside, Star City, Nu York, Federated States https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pS-gbqbVd8c&t=84s The night was his. Kane walked though the alleys. Something didn't smell right. The streets were clean, too clean. Like something bad was going to happen. He had a hunch and waited out by the Snoozy Weezy Glup'n Stop. A third rate burger and hotdog chain that was open 24 hours. An itch between his shoulder blades made him feel like maybe he was being watched but went away. A strange scent on the wind. The van rolled by into the back and stopped. Then the bags were thrown out.  Splosh. Splat. Splut. The car's tires pealed rubber as it sped out of the parking lot. As Kane ran over. When he knelt down and saw it. Blood. This wasn't someone's chicken dinner. In an instant he was in hot pursuit. His own vehicle catching up and making up for the lead of the van. 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Francis Egerton - The New Blooming Heart Building, East Side, Star City, Nu York, Federated States Its a moment crystalized in time. As the chanting reaches its peak the Crystal Plates flash brightly with light and suddenly gravity is not, direction is not. Above becomes below and below becomes above. The walls groan as crystal sprouts out to encase them, scintillating colors flashing as the building changes into another form entirely. As it ends Francis finds himself back above ground, with the others he had sent fleeing. This was...far more than he had expected. It could only be a nudge, a sign from Dygra himself. Maybe it was time for a more direct approach? Is that what you're telling? Francis wonders. He shakes off his shock and starts marshaling his followers. "Quickly now. We have been truly blessed here, with this physical manifestation of the Crystal God's will! We must take action to show those who would stop his work the truth. You lot over there. Take some of the spawn and have them start capturing the remaining attackers and bring them here. They will be shown the truth and be blessed for it!" Another initiate is sent to find James body and bring it back. "And someone find Clyde!" he yells. He turns to Rok-nar. The man had come far from his beginnings but had proven himself time and time again. "Take some of the faithful and start to explore the roots of the tower. I am sure there are secrets here left to teach and help us." Finally he speaks to Lily. A crystal spawn had come back by then and dumped James body on the ground. "Lily, you have proven your faith. When faced with choosing between the church and" he points towards the body "one who would destroy it, you chose the Crystal god. You are ready to see the truth. Will you?" He sweeps an arm in the direction of the Crystal Pyramid, a pair of initiates there waiting to guide her. They bear the crystals he had chosen for Oberon in their hands, outstretched to give to her. With that done, its time to make a speech. Clyde fumbles at first but gets the camera ready. Francis knows hes got to get this just right to spread the word and keep the feds from just blowing the place up. Well, they could try but whether they could actually do so was in doubt. They'll have to risk a run outside to get the video uploaded, but they couldnt contain all of his followers. He clears his throat and begins. "We have been blessed today with a sign..." Sending people to direct the Crystal Spawn and capture as many feds as they can, then forcibly converting them. Either they fail and become more spawn or are shown "the truth" and follow willingly. Or just go mad. Finally making Lily a lieutenant. With Oberon dead it will fall on her to take his place, her faith having been proven. The Crystal Plates [+2] Having Rok-nar take some of the initiates and begin exploring and figuring out the tower, starting with the roots. Francis is making a grand speech and getting it out onto the web. Hes got to run some damage control on this and use it to gain more followers/support. He'll play off the police/fed raid as an attempt to suppress peaceful worshipers who prayed for salvation from this tyranny and had their prayers answered. Look at what the Crystal God can do! Come, join our ranks! Be whole, be healed, be happy with the Church of the Blooming Heart. Duke of Bridgewater[+4]
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Akua - Meat Factory, Slums, Old Town, Star City, Nu York, Federated States 0/3 BP The report was concerning, though he let none of that show on his features. Whatever the crystal spire was, it was something unnatural and he had little doubt disruptive to his own plans. However, there wasn’t enough information to understand what the implications of its appearance was, much less develop a counter-strategy. “Clearly the work of the fallen forces of this world, attempting to prevent My coming,” he added for the benefit of his followers. With a gesture the Eye is summoned, and Akua sends it to surveille the strange tower with strict instructions that it remain wary of the spire and to stay far enough away that it would be safe from whatever effects it might have. Then, Akua turned his attention to his Tongue. “Your work recruiting My army pleases me greatly, you are proving a worthy tongue indeed. Among the converts you have brought me are a number of police officers. They were deeply involved with the criminal element of the slums, but nevertheless they are still police, and still have friends and co-workers in the force. They are to serve as introductions for you, a means to spread My truth to the police force. That is the task I give to you. However, this task will be a delicate and risky one. You must convert the police, teach them to serve only Me and to desire only to please Me, but you must do so without drawing unwanted attention. The powers that be in this world are often agents of the fallen powers, ever ready to squash any chance of mankind’s salvation. You go to one of their outposts to subvert it for the one true God, but if the powers were to discover my existence before I am ready, then they may well be strong enough to forever crush humanity’s last hope of returning to My grace. So go, carry out this holy work, but do not hesitate to take every precaution to be sure that you are both successful and undetected by elements I do not wish to yet know me.” After his Tongue left, Akua turned to the candidates, his voice booming. “Rejoice, for I have chosen you to receive a special blessing. I require that this place,” he gestures around him to the meat packing plant, “thrive while still being able to supply My needs. If production were to suddenly drop, then questions might begin to be ask, question I do not desire. So, I have chosen you to be transformed, to taste of the true flesh and be perfected for the role I have chosen for you. So come forth and receive communion.” He held out his hands, as each of the candidates approached, he fed them a liberal dose of a slurry of his cells. He would transform them into perfect workers, replace their inefficient and weak human forms with far superior ones. His cells coursed through their bodies, refining organs until the workers would require virtually no sleep or sustenance, hyper efficient digestive and endocrine systems extracting the maximum effect from every morsel of nutrients or second of sleep, and not wasting even the smallest amount of energy. Their muscles were improved to allow for the strength and coordination needed to butcher the cow carcasses far quicker and more efficiently than any human could ever manage. Their limbs gained innate blades making the implements of their craft part of their very bodies, able to be wielded with an innate precision and flexibility that no outside tool could ever possess. That they would no longer appear human mattered not for they were being made more than human. They would be able to work not only longer and harder, but better and faster than their merely human co-workers. Their entire lives would be the factory, its work their holy purpose, prayers of devotion to Akua ever on their lips, perfect. One after another they would receive this baptism into their new lives. The transformed would no longer require pay, freeing up funds for Akua’s use. The factory managers would see to arranging meals and sleeping areas. In time, as other workers managed to excise attachments that did not serve Akua’s interests, they too could receive God’s blessing, the blessing to be perfected in his image and for the purpose his will dictated. Akua’s transforming the candidates using Flesh[+2] making them into perfect workers for the packing plant, able to prepare the meats in a fraction of the time of a regular human and requiring significantly less food or sleep than a normal human. He’s sending out the Eye to do recon on this crystal tower thing, with instructions that it take the utmost caution. His Tongue is being sent to use the dirty cop’s as introductions to start converting the police force. Akua makes sure the Tongue understands discovery by the powers that be before Akua is ready would be disastrous, and that he is to take every precaution to ensure that doesn’t happen.
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Detective Kane - Slums, Old Town, Star City, Nu York, Federated States Kane's heart was pounding as he tailed the van. He had the bastard, dead to rights. The idea of performing a pit maneuver and taking the monster down right here and now crossed his mind, but he knew he'd have to follow the fucker back to his lair if he wanted to put the guy away for good. Smart thing to do was wait. He had the plates. Soon he'd have an address. Using Investigator [+2] to tail this guy.
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Taver Einklassen - The Mountain-Lion Pub "Tonight if you are ready." Taver smiled, but part of him was a little sad at how easy it seemed to seduce the boy. Yet at the same time this was for the best, the young adapted to change the best and the entire world was about to change. For a moment he wondered if he had been so easy to manipulate, for Baphomet to seduce and then suddenly he put the thought aside. Nothing productive would come from that line of thought. That was in the past, long ago and a literal lifetime ago. David was the son of a fighter, a man who was a blunt instrument to smite his enemies. He was enamoured with the power that Taver had, but a manipulator was not what the militia and his father needed. They needed a compatriot, a fellow soldier. So David showed him the brutal applications of his power, how best to use it to tear apart and fight your foes. And the boy took to it. The shadow purified him yes, but it consumed any innocence left in the young man and turned it into hot steel and cold bloodlust. Let's go with fighter. Taver can work on a caster elsewhere and it's easier to keep the militia focused on combat. Using Lifetime of Knowledge, Living Weapon and Intimidating for a total of [+6] to help mould David into a brutal human weapon of darkness. Also using my Shadow Control [+2] to help with David transformation.
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Francis Egerton - The New Blooming Heart Building, East Side, Star City, Nu York, Federated States https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XE2C5HMCHp4  Media outlets were covering the siege of the alien crystal tower that suddenly manifested in the city. National outlets and the press began picking up on the story and as Francis' message went viral, the talking heads didn't know what to do. There were divided opinions but there were also those that saw the message and believed. More than Francis could have reached on his own. Outside of the federated states the current crisis was viewed as a joke or some kind of stunt. However people were waking up. The last of the federated agents was soon captured though most were killed. They didn't survive the conversion process. Some reanimated as crystal men, but most strangely stayed dead. Almost like their inert bodies had encountered something else on their ethereal journey... Lily's ascension was fueled by her desire to move beyond her own tragedy and prove herself to the crystal god. It still took her days for her soul to come back. She too was changed. She answered to the name of Desdemona now. Her eyes held an eldritch sheen and she seemed to carry a power that Francis did not have. When she focused her mind through her crystal jewelry or any crystals she could use psychic powers. Physical phenomenon only but that was only the start. Rok-nar had not yet returned form his studies, the extensive tower "roots" went far and deep.
Akua - Meat Factory, Slums, Old Town, Star City, Nu York, Federated States 0/3 BP https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kdus6cpYeHE  The Eye left and soon brought back reports, images of televisions showing the news reels of what was going on. The Federated Agents fighting their way into a building the hand held cams of the crystal men fighting blurry the government men. The eruption of the tower and then the city's response to it. Law enforcement was closing in on the structure as well as national guard from the uniforms. Though the response wasn't as coordinated. Emergency responders of all kinds added to the chaos.... The Tongue bowed. "It will be as you say, Lord." He made his way into the police percient and said he had information about the killer stalking the slums. His way with words got him past the flunkies and the normal officers. They remembered him as a nice man, pale but nice. Nothing much else. When he was shown into the leadership's office he smiled charismatically at the man sitting behind the office chair and the federated agent next to him. The police captain's name plate said Mars on it. The gruff man said, "Come on spit it out already, we got another crisis here..." "Of course." The Tongue replied. When he returned to Akua, not a single policeman or office worker on any shift remained unconverted. The entire team of federated agents waited in the HQ for Akua to tell them what to do. While the Eye and Tongue left, Akua's conversion of the workers and managers was complete. They were hideous. Blades of hardened bone and gristly muscle and brains rewired to be the most efficient processing drones was hard wired into them. Like ants, they would work until their deaths or if something distrubed Akua's colony. The prayers were constantly muttered from converted throats and lips but to the brains housing them they held little meaning if Akua even still cared. When the wives and relatives of the missing workers (the factory wasn't staffed by 100% orphans after all) would arrive he would need to decide what to do with them. But for now he had created something more and less than human. The funds that an entire factory would earn would be available to Akua, luckily he extracted the information before modifying their brains, the Hand scribbling it all down like a mungo secretary. The crystal tower is staffed by crystal monsters it seems. Aliens perhaps? The news is rife with rumor. The Tongue has converted an entire police station, including a team of Federated Agents. You have created Drones. Hardy but barely thinking workers that are almost tireless in their work and mindless in their defense of you and your "hive". All their money are belong to you.
Detective Kane - Slums, Old Town, Star City, Nu York, Federated States https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yU4srjD5-A4   Kane trailed the man to a run down house in the projects of the slums. The man seemed in a hurry, as he jumped out he ran up to the side door and clambered inside. "HAAAAAARRRRRYYY! HARRY!" an old woman's voice groused. Kane heard some low murmuring than a loud slap. "I TOLD YOU. I CAN'T MISS MY SHOWS. MAKE ME THE BEANS." As Kane approached he saw the man stiffen and then relax as he simpered. "Yes mother." The large woman was on a small electro-scooter made for those who could not carry their own weight. It was surreal that this genius killer was...a little bitch? To an over bearing mother. It was with a horrible fascination that Kane watched him "prepare the beans". A giant can from one of those warehouse stores was opened. Enough to feed a church picnic. Baked beans. Heated and served in a punch bowl. The large spoon slopped and slurped as the fat woman laughed at her show, chewing with her mouth open as 'Harry' was soon standing there in the corner of the room. Forgotten. The only hint of emotion Kane saw was a mean and hateful glint in the man-boy's eyes. The eyes of a killer. The show was soon interrupted, to much braying and mooing from Harry's mother. It would seem that Kane's little show had nothing on what was happening in the city. A large crystal tower had appeared and...oh dear. Monsters? Aliens? Science experiments? Even Harry seemed a bit put out of it, but not his mother. "THIS IS INTOLERABLE. HARRY! HAAAAAARRRRYYY! CHANGE THE CHAN CHAN!" she demanded. You have found his lair. Also, his mother. And the news is heating up at 10 o'clock! Taver Einklassen - The Mountain-Lion Pub https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WKR7EoEQe-k  The weeks training outside the city started out innocently enough but by the time Taver was through, David was no longer a child of the god of this world. The path was twisted and dark, and before he knew it he had sworn himself to the Lords of Chaos. Not quite realizing what that meant, until it was too little and too late. His potential and passions were harvested and made into something unwholesome. He was a killer, trained in body and mind with magics and the blessings of the Lords of Chaos as well. David actually died. It was David's own fault and the rocks and trees had fallen on him. Crushing the boy. When Taver had his shadows unbury him, he had thought that he'd be bringing back the boy's body. Taver had wrapped it in blankets as he packed up the camp site, but as he turned he dropped the coffee pot he was holding. A dark miracle. David had sat up in the truck bed like some kind of vampire or movie monster killer. David seemed confused for a few seconds before coughing. "What happened?" The training resumed in earnest after that, with Taver able to do things with David that would have been suicidal. Progress came quickly with David rising any time he made a mistake. Soon it was time to return. Return back to the town. "What'll I tell my pa?" David said tonelessly. He looked at Taver. Was there regret in those eyes? Or just tiredness? The timeline is slightly before the events in the city the night of the tower, because you're a bit behind if you want to do a couple things that would catch you up I'll make an exception.
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Akua - Meat Factory, Slums, Old Town, Star City, Nu York, Federated States 0/3 BP The information brought back by his Eye was troubling for Akua, but it was also too early to tell just how he could best respond. Better to wait until the more mundane forces had attempted a response, he decided, they would provide more information, especially now that his Tongue had helped bring a significant fraction of the police force to the true way. He sat in his factory, the drones doing their work, prayers floating through the air like perfume. He regretted stripping so much intelligence from them that they no longer truly understood what they were saying. He hadn’t thought much of it at the time, but there really was a difference between the words coming from what was in essence a recording and from someone who truly believed them. The latter was much more intoxicating. It was an error he would not make again. However, there wasn’t time to dwell, as always matters pressed on his attention. He had dispatched orders to his minions. His Army would begin preparations for the next stage of his plans for them. Now that they had accepted their place as his holy warriors their old gangs were irrelevant. Instead they would divide themselves into three categories: muscle, mouth, and finger. The strong and the violent such as armed robbers and enforcers would be designated as Muscle. The charismatic and the crafty, the sort that relied more on charm and manipulation than brute force for their work would be designated as Mouths. Lastly, the quiet, dexterous, stealthy criminals the ones that stole without being scene would be designated as Fingers. Meanwhile, he had orders dispatched to have the converted police to behave normally, and to not allow outsiders to know they had embraced the faith of the one true God. He wasn’t yet ready to move as openly as whatever was responsible for the crystal catastrophe. No, for the moment the police and federated agents could serve him best by funneling him information, and of course making sure that no reports of his activity filtered their way up the chain. If anyone tried to report his crimes, his converts in the police would detain them until his Tongue could see to their conversion. The question of conversion nagged at him, his Tongue has proven a most useful force, but there was only one of him. He would make more in the priest’s mold, but even then there were times and circumstances where the Tongue could not ply his arts effectively. No, an alternative was needed to supplement the work of his Tongue, and Akua had an excellent idea of how he might proceed. First the Eye needed to obtain a subject, preferably without the subject being aware of what was happening. It would be relatively simple for it to drug an average human with tranquilizers. Once Akua had his hands on them, he could begin the work. He would grow into them delicate organic recording equipment. Designed to perfectly record the raw sensory information the subject’s brain experienced without disturbing it. Once that was ready, he would have his Tongue work its magic. The recording of the experience would serve as an excellent basis for useful biots. Already ideas flooded into him. A handheld biot that would forcibly infiltrate the target’s neural system and force them to experience every sensation of his Tongue converting them to the true faith whether his Tongue was actually present or not. The possibilities stretched out appetizingly before him, however that could wait until he had the recording and could be sure of its quality. Akua’s gonna use Flesh[+2] to construct an organic recording apparatus designed to record all the brain activity and sensory data of the person it’s attached. Then he’ll have his Eye tranquilize and grab a subject. He’ll attached the recording biot, and then set his Tongue loose on them. The goal here is to get a fully fidelity recording of all the sensory data a human experiences when Akua’s Tongue converts them. Gonna use it to make small biots my troops can attach to people to force them to experience the Tongue converting them. The converted police are going to act “normal” though they’ll make sure no suspicion is directed to Akua and report anything that might be useful to him. The Army of Akua[+2] is going to prepare themselves for their next stage of service to their God, with each member being designated a Muscle, a Mouth, or a Finger based on their current abilities and talents. The strong and the violent will be Muscles, the charismatic and the manipulative will be Mouths, and the sneaky and agile will be Fingers.
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Francis Egerton - The New Blooming Heart Building, East Side, Star City, Nu York, Federated States The news from outside was a mixed bag, but that was to be expected. What he had done, what the tower represented was something entirely new to the world. The federal agents had overstepped when they played their hand with the assault. Legally, who knows what if any basis they had had in doing what they did? As long as he could sway public opinion and garner enough of a larger following outside, the government may be forced to stay hands off, at least publicly. More importantly, while the tower remained a powerful stronghold and seemingly impenetrable by mundane forces, should they be stuck inside it may as well be a prison. Desdemona was an interesting puzzle as well. The first remains proved that her trip and trial had left her with lasting...changes in both body, soul, and temperament. The powers she now wielded served as a reminder that while the Crystal God had spoken to him in his dreams and showed him the Crystal Plates, he had not fully taken the journey himself yet. That day would come soon, but always there had been so much more to do. Soon then, but not now. First he must coordinate with what acolytes he had available to him in the tower. Thousands of believers and followers were outside, likely wondering what had happened as they worked their 9-5 and sat in front of the television to see what was happening. The message he had prepared was out but of those who listened, how many believed? How many wanted to know more, to join in with the Church? People would be prepped and prepared as preachers to head back out into the world, sneaking past the police cordon through the sewers. To spread the good news to the willing. Furthermore, given how the previous missionaries had been so neatly cut off with nary a word and the current status of the tower, a means of communication must be secured. They could always meet in the Dreamlands but a more immediate form of communication was necessary. Material for it was all around them. In his office, now expanded in the crystal tower, a large quartz crystal was fashioned. Small pieces of quarts were made and brought in contact with it, humming sounding as it did. Each of the new preachers took a piece with them, their words resonating back to the large piece. In such a way he could stay abreast of the outside following and issue commands to his followers. To Desdemona he spoke differently. "You've returned from your trials with your blessings from the Crystal God. Now is the time to test what Dygra has given you. Much of the tower he has blessed us with remains unknown. Seek out its mysteries and find the extent of what he has given us." Prepping preachers/missionaries with The Duke of Bridgewater[+4] to spread and manage the Churches teachings to the outside world. Sneaking them out through what sewer access we still have. Setting up a central eldritch communication hub. A large quartz crystal in Francis's office serves as the nexus, letting him see and hear what those holding attuned pieces of quartz do and speak back to them. Using The Crystal Plates[+2] to fashion it. Desdemona is tasked with exploring the tower and seeing the extent of her powers.
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Detective Kane - Slums, Old Town, Star City, Nu York, Federated States Kane muttered to himself. drat. He'd hoped the fucker lived alone, but of course he didn't. Best to regroup then. Maybe do the right thing, pass off the information to Mars? Nothing to do be done about it now without endangering civilians. He made note of the address and the van, however, before he left. Getting out of the slums and going back to my hotel.
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Akua - Meat Factory, Slums, Old Town, Star City, Nu York, Federated States 0/3 BP The Army wouldn't be ready to do anything for months. This would not do. Akua needed this process sped along so he held a bit of communion with his flock. They had all eaten of the cells of Akua and tasted of the flesh of his lieutenants. Interestingly enough with three samplings only those suited to the tasks bonded with the more capable lieutenants. The army was more normal, but slightly scarred up and "marked" with Akua's blessings. From small lumps and bumps to greater scarring. Normal people wouldn't be too grossed out by them, just unattractive people. They would be able to perform their jobs and do them well. The police would run interference but still had to do their jobs to keep up appearances, which meant sending people to the site of the crystal tower. The Eye abducted a meek woman and the recording biot was spiked into the base of her skull. When she awoke she was groggy but Akua's tongue began his work. Her receptors took in the pheromones, her brain and ears the Tongue's words and tones. Within minutes the event was captured a small pea sized egg falling from the biot as the thing shriveled and died. The Hand lifted the egg reverently and Akua slid it into his mouth and swallowed it. Understanding flooded him. The DNA memory of the biot that had absorbed the woman's feelings and receptors an easy thing. Akua couldn't replicate what the Tongue could do, if only because that would limit himself on all levels. That would be a mistake [GM warning]. But he could engineer disposable bio-forms that could be implanted on The sensory organ recorders biots are created. The conversion biot has not. They will be a one time use per victim. The army of Akua is created, their skills minor-ly mirroring their lieutenant counterparts. Only one quality per person. But the upside is they only have a single drawback. The police haven't recieved any feedback yet on missing people. They're a bit busy with the crystal situation and have to send men to keep up appearances. The army of Akua is created with a small amount of cells, otherwise they'd suck. Bad.
Francis Egerton - The New Blooming Heart Building, East Side, Star City, Nu York, Federated States Desdemona began communing with the tower as the acolytes and priests snuck out through the roots and tunnels of the snaking ways under the city. Her face screwed up in concentration. "I can let them out, anywhere and prevent anyone from coming in." She said with a slight strain in her voice. She lifted her hands and began manipulating the tower around them. The room soon had a table and chairs that looked like Francis' living quarters and offices. She sat in a crystal seat in the corner and began to concentrate again. A large vox crystal resonated and soon Francis could hear the chatter of his priests over them, clearer and better than any radio. Desdemona raised a hand towards the wall and a large series of images spread out like multiple television screens. Each showing a different part of the fortress, and this is what was sent as different government forces tried grenades and high caliber weapons on the structure. To little effect. She slumped, totally drained. "I...need to rest." Then passed out. She's pretty good with manipulating crystal stuff and psychic communication. The crystal god has sent you what you believe to be a fortress. Detective Kane - Slums, Old Town, Star City, Nu York, Federated States Kane left the serial killer to kill more women and young girls and went back to his hotel. To do things. As he entered he found himself very tired and fell onto the bed into a deep sleep. A trance really. The Tabula Rasa was waiting in the dream. Destruction everywhere. Their terrible eyes looked upon him and found him wanting. <"You are failing us."> The storm seemed to communicate with unbridled energy and visions. <"This reality will be lost to the others. We will not punish you if you fail. You will simply be left at the mercy of your competitors."> The impression of disappointed laughter filled Kane's mind. He awoke with: a new terrible knowledge. There were other forces at work on this planet. And if he didn't fight or do something...he was hosed. The television blazed with the tower and a picture of a national guard tank shooting it with little effect was sobering. Not sure if you're running out of steam or I am?
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Francis Egerton - The New Blooming Heart Building, East Side, Star City, Nu York, Federated States Runners come and bring the passed out Desdemona to a bed, leaving Francis alone is his...office. His fingers glide along the crystal furniture before slowly sitting down in his chair. He can see in front of him the world outside and listen to his priests and preachers sent forth. All the work of the past months, led up to this. He sighs, unsure of what to do next. The burden of leadership is sometimes heavy, despite the rewards one can reap. He leans forward and begins talking to his priests. Orders are sent and in ones and twos they spread throughout the city. In dark corners ritual spaces are created and people enticed inside. To join, or to be turned. However one group is given a different order. "Make for the northern border and cross over. Here we're under siege, but that does not need to be the case elsewhere." Then he sends for some acolytes. "Find Rok-nar. Its been too long since he set forth." Finally, he turns around and looks to the Crystal Plates. The change they went through before, the bright light...the plates seem different. Perhaps studying them once more will reveal fresh insights and knowledge. The Duke of Bridgewater[+4] to start having priests convert people by hook or crook in dark corners. Sending one group to our neighbors over the northern border, where they won't be under threat of attack like here to spread the faith. The Crystal Plates[+2] to study them for fresh insight and knowledge. The Crystal God has shown a powerful interest by sending this fortress here to guard his followers, maybe he left a clue in the Crystal Plates? Finally sending more runners to find Rok-nar. Just what is taking the man so long?
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Akua - Meat Factory, Slums, Old Town, Star City, Nu York, Federated States 0/3 BP The Army was transformed, the strong shedding their old identities to become his Muscles, the charismatic and cleaver becoming his Mouths, and the sneaky and agile becoming his Fingers. It was a wondrous process, with each group being imbued with abilities to match the lieutenant they were based on. The success of the development of a conversion method also pleased Akua greatly. It was time to put the resulting biot into full development. Surrounded by a coterie of Mouths filling the room with hymns to his glory and feeding him the finest cuts from the factory, Akua began to create the egg-like converters by the thousands. Small and light, the converters were essentially just tiny delivery system for the information he had gained from the recording. When placed on a person's head, neck, or back, they would forcibly infiltrate the convert's nervous system and download the conversion directly into their brains. They would be amazingly useful for his Army. For with them, a Muscle could attach them to captives taken in battle, while a Finger could secret themselves into the beating heart of power and influence in the city and attach them to sleeping elites. It was a strenuous process to produce them in such huge quantity, but Akua took solace in the immense benefits they would bring him and in the reverent ministration of the Mouths attending to him. While their lord and god prepared his new biots, his Tongue and Eye made their way to one of the towns that supplied the factory where God now dwelt. His orders had been clear, he desired a place where he no longer had to hide, a redoubt where the faithful could plan and a fall back in case the government took extreme action against the crystal tower in Star City. After gouging themselves on biomass, they were to proceed to one of the small towns that served to supply the factory with meat, and see to the conversion of every soul within. Naturally they were to take the appropriate measures to ensure they were not discovered, but Akua had been clear, he desired the total devotion of every man, woman, and child who resided there. Akua's gonna use Flesh[+2] to improve on and mass produce the converters with the intention of providing them to the Army of Akua for their use. He's making full use of the huge supply of biomass in the factory to make it possible. In the meantime, he's sending the Tongue and the Eye out to one of the towns that supplies the meat processing plant with orders to convert the whole town.
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