Chapter One:
>>5817189 In the dim glow of his reclaimed workshop, Wetware leaned over his workbench, the air thick with the scent of metal and magic. It had been two days since he had driven the Uratha from this place, restoring a semblance of order to his chaotic world. The workshop, once a haven of solitude and creativity, now felt like a battleground, each tool and gadget a reminder of the recent strife.
As he sifted through the remnants of the past, his attention was caught by a peculiar envelope that lay unassumingly amidst the clutter. It was an oddity, a stark contrast to the digital age he was accustomed to. The envelope bore no stamp, no postal mark, only his name, "Wetware," etched in elegant script that seemed to dance with an eerie light. He turned it over in his hands, feeling a chill run down his spine. This was no ordinary message.
Unfolding the paper with a sense of foreboding, he read:
“Wetware,
You are hereby summoned to appear before the Consilium at the stroke of midnight, two nights hence. Your recent actions, specifically the unauthorized use of force in the recapture of your workshop, have raised concerns among our ranks. The Consilium seeks to understand your motivations and assess the repercussions of your deeds upon the delicate balance of our society. Your presence is not a request, but a mandate. Failure to comply will be seen as contempt for our authority.
The Consilium stands as the guardian of order amidst chaos. Remember, the eyes of the Pentacle are ever watchful.
Sincerely,
Binding, Hierarch of the Consilium”
Wetware's brow furrowed in frustration. The irony was palpable. The Consilium, a loosely organized entity more akin to an anarchy than a governing body, suddenly imposing its will with such imperiousness. He had not attended a Consilium event in over a year, finding their claims of order and control to be nothing more than a facade. Yet here they were, calling him to answer for defending his own territory.
The summons was delivered by a young mage he had never met before, one whose eyes held a mix of awe and apprehension as he handed over the envelope. This mage was just a messenger, a pawn in the game of power the Consilium played. Wetware couldn’t help but feel a sense of injustice. His actions, born out of necessity and survival, were now being scrutinized by those who had never set foot in his world of shadows and gears.
He considered his options. Ignoring the summons was tempting, a way to scorn the authority that now sought to bind him. But that would only bring more trouble, perhaps even a direct confrontation with the Consilium. The idea of complying, of walking into what felt like a lion's den, was equally distasteful. Yet, it might provide an opportunity to gauge the intentions of the Consilium and perhaps leverage the situation to his advantage.
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Quest Master !!xxvd/wtQ8ww ID:e5+q0fl0 Mon 04 Dec 2023 10:34:03 No. 5853695 Report >>5853693 With a heavy sigh, Wetware decided to face the Consilium. He would walk into their den, not as a defendant, but as a force to be reckoned with. His mind began to race with strategies, with ways to turn this summons into an opportunity. It was a game of chess, and he was no stranger to its machinations.
As the clock ticked towards midnight, Wetware's resolve hardened. He would go to the Consilium, but on his own terms. The world of Mage: the Awakening was one of power and peril, and Wetware was no stranger to either.
Starting Options (You can suggest your own)
<span class="mu-s"> Prepare for the Worst:</span> spend the time leading up to the meeting fortifying his defenses, preparing contingency plans in case the meeting turns hostile
<span class="mu-s">Gather Intelligence:</span> gather information about the current members of the Consilium and their intentions
<span class="mu-s">Seek Allies:</span> reach out to other mages or supernatural entities he trusts for support or advice
<span class="mu-s">Confrontation Ready:</span> enter the meeting with an aggressive stance, ready to challenge the Consilium's authority and defend his actions
<span class="mu-s">Subtle Approach:</span> opt for a more diplomatic approach, aiming to understand the Consilium's perspective and find a peaceful resolution
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Quest Master !!xxvd/wtQ8ww ID:e5+q0fl0 Mon 04 Dec 2023 18:45:29 No. 5853993 Report Quoted By:
>>5853695 NEW OBSESSION: Design a spell specifically to target werewolves, and then successfully cast it on one.
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>>5853695 >Gather Intelligence: Know thy enemy
Anonymous
>>5853695 >Gather Intelligence: gather information about the current members of the Consilium and their intentions Anonymous
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Rolled 7, 7, 5, 8, 6 = 33 (5d10) >>5854770 >>5854326 Rolling Intelligence + Academics
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>>5854326 >>5854770 Wetware's fingers danced across the phone, each number dialed a step deeper into the tangled web of mage society. The sterile glow of the screen seemed to mock the gravity of his quest for knowledge. His first call was to an old acquaintance, a mage whose fingers were dipped in many pies, and whose allegiance to the truth was as fluid as the shifting shadows.
The voice on the other end was a symphony of smugness, "Wetware, you've stirred the cauldron, haven't you? Binding's been whispering in corners, and there's a new player coveting your den of wonders." The name dropped was unfamiliar, a newcomer with ambitions as sharp as a razor's edge, cozy with Binding, the Hierarch himself.
Wetware's second call confirmed the worst. The newcomer, a mage of some repute but not of honor, had cast greedy eyes upon Wetware's workshop. "It's not just the space, Wetware," the informant hissed, a snake coiling in the grass. "It's what you've created there. Your innovations, they're like a siren's call to those craving power."
The irony was as bitter as gall. The workshop, a realm of solitude and creativity, was now a jewel in the eyes of the covetous. But it wasn't just the physical space they hungered for; it was the essence of what Wetware had built, the melding of magic and machine, a testament to his prowess and ingenuity. Or at least, that's what they thought. In actuality his work kept getting interrupted by this kind of shit, and he only made so much progress. But soon. Maybe. He'll just be left alone.
After a few more calls and discussions online he arrived at a Shadow Name: Arcanix. It also turned out he was an Obrimos and a member of the Silver Ladder. He likes spirit magic but can't do any of it. So jealousy plays into this as well.
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Quest Master !!xxvd/wtQ8ww ID:e5+q0fl0 Thu 07 Dec 2023 01:19:07 No. 5857125 Report >>5854326 >>5854770 Wetware's fingers danced across the phone, each number dialed a step deeper into the tangled web of mage society. The sterile glow of the screen seemed to mock the gravity of his quest for knowledge. His first call was to an old acquaintance, a mage whose fingers were dipped in many pies, and whose allegiance to the truth was as fluid as the shifting shadows.
The voice on the other end was a symphony of smugness, "Wetware, you've stirred the cauldron, haven't you? Binding's been whispering in corners, and there's a new player coveting your den of wonders." The name dropped was unfamiliar, a newcomer with ambitions as sharp as a razor's edge, cozy with Binding, the Hierarch himself.
Wetware's second call confirmed the worst. The newcomer, a mage of some repute but not of honor, had cast greedy eyes upon Wetware's workshop. "It's not just the space, Wetware," the informant hissed, a snake coiling in the grass. "It's what you've created there. Your innovations, they're like a siren's call to those craving power."
The irony was as bitter as gall. The workshop, a realm of solitude and creativity, was now a jewel in the eyes of the covetous. But it wasn't just the physical space they hungered for; it was the essence of what Wetware had built, the melding of magic and machine, a testament to his prowess and ingenuity. Or at least, that's what they thought. In actuality his work kept getting interrupted by this kind of shit, and he only made so much progress. But soon. Maybe. He'll just be left alone.
After a few more calls and discussions online he arrived at a Shadow Name: Arcanix. It also turned out he was an Obrimos and a member of the Silver Ladder. He likes spirit magic but can't do any of it. So jealousy plays into this as well.
Starting Options:
1. Find out Arcanix's contact information or whereabouts and confront him before the meeting
2. Show up to the Consilium with the information you have
3. Change course and do nothing, don't even show up, ignore the summons.
Anonymous
>>5857125 >Find out Arcanix's contact information or whereabouts and confront him before the meeting Perhaps we can come to some arrangement
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Quest Master !!xxvd/wtQ8ww ID:e5+q0fl0 Fri 08 Dec 2023 10:25:32 No. 5858752 Report Rolled 8, 9, 1, 3, 10 = 31 (5d10) >>5857288 Roll Intelligence + Investigation
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Quest Master !!xxvd/wtQ8ww ID:e5+q0fl0 Fri 08 Dec 2023 10:31:18 No. 5858758 Report >>5857288 >>5858752 You got two successes. Choose two from this list:
* Mailing Address
* Phone number
* Chat contact (Telegram, Discord, etc)
* Social media
* Third place he hangs out at (bars, libraries, etc)
Anonymous
>>5858758 Mailing Address
>Third place he hangs out at (bars, libraries, etc) Let's pay him a visit
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>>5860146 The night was a cloak, and Wetware wore it like a second skin as he prepared for his journey to an observatory, or as he learned Arcanix liked to call it, the Celestial Observatory. In the dim light of his workshop, he checked his handgun, a silent partner in the night's endeavor. The metal felt cold, almost alive against his skin as he concealed it beneath his jacket. Every click and clack of the weapon was a whispered promise of protection, or perhaps, a threat.
The drive to the observatory was a meditation. The city's lights faded in the rearview mirror, giving way to the dark embrace of the outskirts. The road was a ribbon of gray, unwinding under the wheels of his car, leading him to a confrontation shrouded in uncertainty. The observatory loomed in the distance, an ancient sentinel watching over the secrets of the cosmos.
Arriving at the observatory, Wetware stepped out into the chill of the night, his breath a misty specter in the air. His eyes, honed by years of delving into the arcane, pierced through the Gauntlet, revealing the celestial observatory as it truly was – a nexus of mystical energies, a bridge between the earthly and the ethereal. For a fleeting moment, he saw the scene as though through a different lens – the observatory, a grand spire reaching for the stars, and there, at its heart, the figure of Arcanix, shrouded in an aura of ambition and power.
As Wetware entered, the crowd was a sea of faces, each lost in their own contemplation of the heavens. But the recognition was instant, a spark jumping across the void. Arcanix's eyes locked onto Wetware, a predator recognizing another. He approached, his steps measured, his presence commanding the space around him.
"You're a long way from your workshop, Wetware," Arcanix's voice cut through the ambient murmur of the observatory. His tone was laced with a condescension that made the air around them seem colder. "Did the gears and gizmos tire you, or are you here to dabble in the affairs of those who gaze upon higher planes?" He circled Wetware like a hawk, his eyes glinting with a mix of curiosity and disdain. "What brings a tinkerer to the abode of celestial scholars? Or is this just another misstep in your path, a stray step into realms beyond your making?"
Starting Options:
1. Threaten Arcanix for trying to steal the workshop
2. Plead with Arcanix to leave him alone
3. Arcanix is talking trash right off the bat, he's fucking around, let him find out (roll initiative)
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Quest Master !!xxvd/wtQ8ww ID:e5+q0fl0 Sun 10 Dec 2023 11:27:54 No. 5860846 Report >>5860146 The night was a cloak, and Wetware wore it like a second skin as he prepared for his journey to an observatory, or as he learned Arcanix liked to call it, the Celestial Observatory. In the dim light of his workshop, he checked his handgun, a silent partner in the night's endeavor. The metal felt cold, almost alive against his skin as he concealed it beneath his jacket. Every click and clack of the weapon was a whispered promise of protection, or perhaps, a threat.
The drive to the observatory was a meditation. The city's lights faded in the rearview mirror, giving way to the dark embrace of the outskirts. The road was a ribbon of gray, unwinding under the wheels of his car, leading him to a confrontation shrouded in uncertainty. The observatory loomed in the distance, an ancient sentinel watching over the secrets of the cosmos.
Arriving at the observatory, Wetware stepped out into the chill of the night, his breath a misty specter in the air. His eyes, honed by years of delving into the arcane, pierced through the Gauntlet, revealing the celestial observatory as it truly was – a nexus of mystical energies, a bridge between the earthly and the ethereal. For a fleeting moment, he saw the scene as though through a different lens – the observatory, a grand spire reaching for the stars, and there, at its heart, the figure of Arcanix, shrouded in an aura of ambition and power.
As Wetware entered, the crowd was a sea of faces, each lost in their own contemplation of the heavens. But the recognition was instant, a spark jumping across the void. Arcanix's eyes locked onto Wetware, a predator recognizing another. He approached, his steps measured, his presence commanding the space around him.
"You're a long way from your workshop, Wetware," Arcanix's voice cut through the ambient murmur of the observatory. His tone was laced with a condescension that made the air around them seem colder. "Did the gears and gizmos tire you, or are you here to dabble in the affairs of those who gaze upon higher planes?" He circled Wetware like a hawk, his eyes glinting with a mix of curiosity and disdain. "What brings a tinkerer to the abode of celestial scholars? Or is this just another misstep in your path, a stray step into realms beyond your making?"
1. Threaten Arcanix for trying to steal the workshop
2. Plead with Arcanix to leave him alone
3. Arcanix is talking trash right off the bat, he's fucking around, let him find out (roll initiative)
Anonymous
>>5860846 >Threaten Arcanix for trying to steal the workshop Stay away from my workshop or else!
Anonymous
>>5860846 Are write-ins an option?
>Lure him out with a plea for peace, offer a very lucrative deal. Then gut him. We came. To his house. Iron in hand.
Fuck it, if we're dumb enough to come to his stomping grounds we better be dumb enough to kill him in it.
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Quest Master !!xxvd/wtQ8ww ID:e5+q0fl0 Tue 12 Dec 2023 08:53:24 No. 5862902 Report >>5861204 >>5862026 Yes, write-ins are absolutely allowed. However, at two votes, it's a tie. I'll give you two some opportunity to discuss among yourselves which you prefer, and if you can't come to an agreement, I'll decide.
Anonymous
>>5860846 >Threaten Arcanix for trying to steal the workshop Quest Master !!xxvd/wtQ8ww
Quest Master !!xxvd/wtQ8ww ID:e5+q0fl0 Wed 13 Dec 2023 12:02:12 No. 5864044 Report Rolled 5, 7, 7, 7 = 26 (4d10) >>5862913 >>5862026 >>5861204 Wetware rolling Strength + Intimidation; he gets physical.
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Quest Master !!xxvd/wtQ8ww ID:e5+q0fl0 Wed 13 Dec 2023 12:02:43 No. 5864045 Report Rolled 9, 9, 1, 10, 8 = 37 (5d10) >>5864044 Arcanix rolls Resolve+Composure.
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Quest Master !!xxvd/wtQ8ww ID:e5+q0fl0 Wed 13 Dec 2023 12:03:13 No. 5864046 Report Rolled 1 (1d10) >>5864045 Rerolling the exploded die. If he gets 5+ successes,
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Quest Master !!xxvd/wtQ8ww ID:e5+q0fl0 Wed 13 Dec 2023 12:03:59 No. 5864047 Report >>5864046 >>5864045 >>5864044 >>5862913 >>5862902 >>5862026 >>5861204 Wetware failed to intimidate Arcanix. Would you guys like to take a dramatic failure here so that he gets a Condition that yields a Beat? Or just take a lesser L.
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Quest Master !!xxvd/wtQ8ww ID:e5+q0fl0 Wed 13 Dec 2023 12:33:15 No. 5864071 Report Quoted By:
>>5864047 Sorry, I misread. You get a Beat just for taking the dramfail.
Anonymous
Take the dramatic fail to get a beat (xp)
Anonymous
>>5864268 Sure, supporting
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>>5864323 >>5864268 >>5862026 >>5862913 Wetware's eyes narrowed into slits, a storm brewing in the depths of his gaze as he reached out and grabbed Arcanix by the collar. The air between them crackled with tension, the observatory's mystical backdrop a stark contrast to the raw, earthy anger emanating from Wetware.
"Listen here, Arcanix," Wetware growled, his voice a low rumble, "I don't know what snake-eyed games you're playin' at, but you best back off my workshop. I ain't just some backwoods tinkerer you can push around. You think you can waltz in and claim what's mine? I've bled for that place, molded it with my own two hands. I'll be damned if I let some kaleidoscope daddy's boy tear it down."
His grip tightened as he leaned in, the air heavy with the threat of violence. "I ain't afraid to get my hands dirty, and I ain't above bringin' the whole sky crashin' down on your head. So, you better think twice before you step on my land again. I've got spirits and elements at my beck and call, ready to turn your dreams of grandeur into a livin' nightmare."
The words hung in the air, a palpable echo of defiance and fury. But Arcanix's response was a laugh, a sound that sliced through the tension like a knife. He stared directly into Wetware's eyes, amusement dancing in his own.
"Oh, Wetware," Arcanix chuckled, his laughter echoing in the observatory, "Your threats are as empty as your understanding of the game you're playing. You're out of your league."
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>>5865116 Before Wetware could react, a towering figure emerged from the shadows behind him. The man was a mountain, muscles rippling under his clothes, his stance exuding an air of unquestionable authority. He placed a heavy hand on Wetware's shoulder, his grip firm and unyielding.
"Wetware, you are under arrest," the giant boomed, his voice a deep bass that resonated through the observatory. "I am Goliath, of the Adamantine Arrow. You have violated the sanctity of this place with threats of violence. You will come with me, now. The Consilium will decide your fate."
Wetware's threat had backfired, and the reality of his situation settled in like a cold weight. Goliath's presence was a clear message – the rules of the game had changed, and Wetware was now caught in a web much larger than he had anticipated.
Starting Options (Fill-Ins Always Welcome)
1. Fuck THAT. Roll initiative.
2. Acquiesce to Goliath, go peacefully
3. Try to talk your way out of it
4. Make a scene, I KNOW MY RIGHTS
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>>5865117 >Make a scene What in the Abyss did you just spew out, Arcanix, you pitiful excuse for a mage? You should know, I've delved into the deepest mysteries of the Tapestry, tangled with entities your feeble mind can't even comprehend. I've walked through realms you've only seen in your twisted dreams, and I've bent the very threads of reality to my will. My mastery over the Arcana isn't just extensive; it's unparalleled in this age.
You dare to challenge me, to usurp my workshop, my sanctum? You're not just another pebble on my path, you’re a stain on the cosmic order I’m about to cleanse. I will unravel you with such arcane precision, it will be a phenomenon yet to be recorded in any grimoire or chronicle.
You think you're safe, hidden behind your wards and illusions? Think again, you deluded charlatan. As we speak, I’m weaving a web of informants, spirits, and forces that transcend your mundane understanding. Your very essence is being traced, and the storm that's brewing will obliterate the pathetic illusion you call your existence.
You are nothing to me but another footnote in the grand scheme of things. I can obliterate you in ways that defy your narrow perception of reality, ways that have no name in any known language. And that’s just the tip of the iceberg. My knowledge and arsenal span across planes and dimensions you’ve only glimpsed in your most daring rituals.
If only you had the foresight to understand the infernal retribution your arrogance was about to unleash. Maybe then you'd have had the sense to keep your mouth sealed. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now, you’ll pay the ultimate price, you insufferable fool. I will unleash such fury upon you that it will be spoken of in hushed tones for eons to come. You’re done, Arcanix. Your end is nigh, and I will be the architect of your downfall. You’re obliterated, you’re nothing. Prepare for your final curtain.
Anonymous
>>5865451 I had myself a smirk, I did.
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Quest Master !!xxvd/wtQ8ww ID:e5+q0fl0 Tue 19 Dec 2023 12:49:26 No. 5869333 Report >>5865251 >>5865451 >>5865774 Wetware's muscles tensed under Goliath's iron grip, a storm of outrage brewing within him. His voice erupted, a raw surge of defiance echoing through the celestial observatory. "You got no right to lay your hands on me, Goliath!" he bellowed, his words cutting through the tense air. "I know my rights, you hear me? I ain't done nothin' to warrant this. This is a sham, a dirty trick!"
The observatory, once a silent witness to the dance of stars, now bore testament to a different kind of confrontation. Wetware's face was a mask of fury, his eyes blazing with the fire of a man wronged. "You think you can just waltz in and take me away? Over some words? This ain't justice, it's a farce!"
Goliath's response was a grunt, unyielding and devoid of sympathy. He tightened his hold, a silent but clear message of authority. Wetware struggled, a wild animal caught in a trap, but the strength disparity was too great. His efforts were futile against the Adamantine Arrow's might.
Arcanix, still lingering in the background, watched the scene unfold with a sardonic grin, his laughter a poisonous melody amidst the clash of wills. The observatory's mystical ambiance seemed to darken, the celestial energies swirling in a dance of chaos and discord.
"This ain't over, Arcanix!" Wetware spat, his voice a venomous hiss. "You think you've won, but you've just kicked a hornet's nest. I'll come back for what's mine, and when I do, it'll be your downfall. You mark my words!"
But the threats fell on deaf ears as Goliath began to lead Wetware away, his powerful strides unrelenting. The observatory, once a haven of wonder and exploration, had become a stage for a grim spectacle. Wetware's world, a blend of grit and arcane mystery, had taken a dark turn, one where power and politics overshadowed justice and reason.
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Quest Master !!xxvd/wtQ8ww ID:e5+q0fl0 Tue 19 Dec 2023 12:50:04 No. 5869334 Report Quoted By:
>>5869333 END CHAPTER
Wetware takes a Beat for the chapter ending. He is now at 3 Beats and 0 Experiences. I will create a new thread for Chapter Three shortly, within the next day.