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Fayads Odd Encounter Sr Jodie 240731
Fayad, a pyromancer experiencing an unusually hot day in Haven, finds himself drawn to a strange disturbance emanating from the town's graveyard. Intrigued by the odd occurrences around town and the potential involvement of the nefarious Black Flame cult, he decides to investigate further. Upon reaching the graveyard, Fayad spots an illusion hiding a ritual performed by two cultists attempting to summon something dark and powerful. Despite the high stakes, he opts to observe and understand the nature of the ritual before acting. He learns the cultists are summoning void monsters, an action that aligns with destruction but not in the way Fayad or his mentor, Gonthorian the Firestarter, envision for the world.
As the ritual turns precarious, with a void opening and tentacles reaching out, one cultist is killed, and the other seeks Fayad's help in terror. Fayad, prioritizing the greater good over the cultists' misguided intentions, uses his pyromantic skills to reverse the ritual and close the portal, preventing catastrophic outcomes. The surviving cultist, grateful and fearful, offers his allegiance to Fayad. Fayad's actions not only thwart a potentially disastrous summoning but also open up possibilities for the cultist's redemption and future service in a more constructive cause. Meanwhile, Isaiah finds himself in a different sort of challenge, tasked with retrieving a valuable shipment of enchanted cocaine for his associate Fariq Wilson. This operation involves the elusive Golden Shadow group, promising both danger and high stakes for Isaiah as he navigates the underbelly of Haven's supernatural and criminal activities.
(Fayad's odd encounter(SRJodie):SRJodie)
[Tue Jul 30 2024]
In Town Hall Northern Meeting Room
It is afternoon, about 96F(35C) degrees,
(A recent string of odd behaviors and strange occurrences in Haven has led your target to discover a hidden sect of The Black Flame conducting rituals in the town's historical graveyard. They must disrupt the ritual and prevent whatever the cult is trying to summon from crossing over into their world.)
Why does no one even talk about climate change anymore? Haven's basically the surface of the sun today. Indoors in the meeting room where Fayad finishes up a failed negotiation with one of the lesser society reps, its 95 freaking degrees. People are sweaty, people are irritable. Even the streets outside are plagued with the noise of people honking horns at the nearby intersection with impatience.
Fayad seems rather comfortable in it - in fact, he was on his way back to his tower in order to make it Even Hotter inside. For a pyromancer, heat is a resource. He idly looks around at people complaining of the heat and rolls his eyes. "They wouldn't even be able to exist in Egypt," he grouses to himself.
Despite the heat, Fayad fairs better than most, in fact he thrives. Its not long after the meeting is over in the town hall that Fayad feels a strange noise, a low hum that is unmistakable to an arcanist as magical energy somewhere in town. It calls out like a beacon, not to draw any closer, but to warn that there is something happening and its obvious it's coming from the graveyard behind the town hall not very far away.
Fayad's eyes shift towards the graveyard, and he clasps his pendant, focusing for a few long moments with his eyes closed. He opens them. "Maybe I can salvage SOMETHING out of today," he mutters to himself as he heads off towards the graveyard, seeking to figure out what the beacon was about. Considering the Black Circle was just here, it's likely not anything pleasant.
In haven its not unusual for spirits to call from the graveyard, bringing arcanist to come banish them from time to time. But this isn't that. The call feels similar to Fayad yet its it's own distinct flavor. It's magical and dark. But when Fayad arrives in the balmy graveyard he doesn't see anything across the entirety if it..at first. Something in the corner of his eye reveals itself as a blur, a mirage even that seems to be obscuring a distant part of the graveyard.
Fayad approaches it, openly and respectfully. He presumes that it is a shield meant to disperse the unaware from this part of the graveyard, something his own senses permit him to ignore.
With instincts that are on point, Fayad absolutely nails what the mirage is that he is seeing, as he gets closer to it there is the faint outline of shapes within. Human shapes. And even closer they become more and more clear as the mirage seems to dissipate from someone perspective. Should he choose to enter the cloaked bubble.
With instincts that are on point, Fayad absolutely nails what the mirage is that he is seeing, as he gets closer to it there is the faint outline of shapes within. Human shapes. And even closer they become more and more clear as the mirage seems to dissipate from Fayad's perspective. Should he choose to enter the cloaked bubble.
Fayad does in fact enter, looking as nonthreatening as possible. He is quite curious.
Moving through the bubble like its nothing but thick air. Fayad finds himself as the third person in an obvious two person ritual, two men in dark clothing face each other and between them they've erected an effigy of multiple dead animals strung up to a wooden cross. It looks distinctly Pagan. They chant in some dark tongue, it's certainly not a known language of Earth.
It seems like Fayad has arrived just as they are starting to make progress with whatever they are doing, a crackling above the effigy reveals a splitting in the air, and darkness within a crack as if a portal was being ripped open, slowly but surely.
Fayad puts his hand to his chin and observes, attempting to discern what's going on here or what's being summoned. He might not be able to tell, new as he is to the Arts, but it doesn't hurt to watch before attempting to intervene.
Ripping through reality the crack gradually grows, enough that a hand might fit inside at this point. It's insanely dark in that crack. Wherever it is go is unlit. Fayad would know through his knowledge that it's a ritual intended to open a path for nightmare or void monsters to enter through into this world and cause untold destruction. This might actually be the type of thing Fayad and his cult would WANT to happen.
One of the two cultist catches sight of Fayad in the corner of his eye and stops chanting abruptly, "Intruder!"
Fayad frowns. Unfortunately, while that's true, minor religious differences mean that it's not the way Fayad particularly wants it to happen. Minor differences such as that a Cthulian eidolon or the void monsters that, say, the Black Flame worship, would end the world permanently, when Gonthorian speaks of civilization rising from the ashes in a more equal, savage society. "I do not yet mean you harm," he quietly tells the cultists. "I am Fayad al-Munaqadh, apprentice of Gonthorian the Firestarter," he introduces himself, in the fashion of anyone from arcane society would.
"Stay back!" shouts the second man, distracted by Fayad's presence, as both of the men become distracted the tear crackles and warps. Threatening to disappear or perhaps rip open entirely. Something within that breach seems to move around in the depths. Wanting to wake and break free. "We summon the destroyer! Kneel and you will be granted a merciful death. Interfere and he will inflict pain on you." declares the other
Fayad scoffs. "You call a minor void spirit a destroyer?", he comments, putting on a brave face. "If you truly wished to sever the wickedness from this world, you would fan the flames of Gonthorian, the great dragon, who will reduce all to nothingness so that Earth can begin anew. Those with His marks will be spared incineration and destruction, and live as the masters of the new world as phoenixes from ash. What purpose or reward shall you receive from this calling?"
It's evident, just around the time a tentacle slithers out of the crack only to retreat sharply that these two are not very capable arcanist and their ritual is doomed to fail spectacularly. But it's hard to say if it will simply result in the death of the two cultist, or wipe out half the town in an explosion or some other unhappy outcome that is not beneficial for Fayad. As Fayad tries to convert the pair, another tentacle whips out of the crack, reaching within a half a second for one cultist to wrap around his neck and yank him. The man's neck snaps from the yank, which mercifully spares him the horror that awaits as his body is squeezed through the crack in space and time.
There is a fearful scream from the remaining cultist as he looks to Fayad, "No Geoffry!.. I dont want to die, help me stop this!"
Fayad sighs and steps forward, clutching his pendant as he begins to incant the tones to reverse the ritual and close the portal. He calls upon the pyromantic arts and, with one dusky arm raised high, begins to cauterize the portal - metaphorically, anyway - sealing the wound in the world through the great application of gusts of heat that pour forth from his body.
With superior knowledge and the lended strength of a more powerful being. Fayad has an easier time sealing the breach. The cracking fades away and the tear in space disappears within a minute of this effort. The other cultist is positively shaking. It's at this point the cultist throws himself at Fayad's feet, "Thank you, thank you! Let me live, let me serve. I can be better!" opening the possibility that the man will be another faceless cultist Fayad's cult.
(A valuable artifact of great supernatural power has been stolen from a local museum. The local authorities are stumped, but the mystical energies lingering at the scene point to the involvement of The Golden Shadow. Your target has been hired to retrieve the artifact and uncover the true motives of The Golden Shadow. They will have to tread carefully, as the mercenary group is known for their ruthlessness and cunning. The encounter will involve a mix of investigation, negotiation, and potentially combat, depending on how the characters choose to approach the situation.)
Isaiah is currently leaned up against a wall near the dance floor of the Succubus Club. Recovering from watching a spat between a few bargoers, he's starting to curl up into himself. He's in a new place, with new faces, and what was once the cocky swagger of a young buck ready to take over the town, quickly becomes his lips murmuring to himself: "What the fuck do I do now?" It isn't the first time he's moved to a new place, but it's certainly the first time he's moved alone. He glances down at the wallpaper of his phone; it boasts a younger version of himself, smiling with a curvaceous blonde mother and a red-eyed father with a rat on his shoulder.
A buzz, on that phone: a message. It's from a Boston associate, Fariq Wilson, a man in the know in Desmond King's employ. He's an old acquaintance. "You get to Haven alright?" comes the first message, followed up rapidly with a second message. "The man needs a package. You up for a little in and out tonight?" Quick typing. "The thing's on the move, so it's a now or never deal." The message seems to pulse with some urgency, even over the constant basso beat of the club.
Isaiah sighs as he glances at his phone- then perks up some as he reads the texts, but only slightly. "Damn," he murmurs to himself. "I just got to the club, but..." His pretty blue eyes scan over the attendees, and apparently he is dissatisfied with what he sees. "Looks like it's dead tonight anyways. Ah, well... Maybe this snatch-and-grab will have a little fun in store for me." The ginger-haired male sighs faintly, replying with a simple: 'I'm on it. Run me the details' to the chain of text messages. Suddenly his mood lifts, and a more natural, malicious smirk spreads across rose-pink lips to reveal perfectly white teeth.
Details, stat. The Golden Shadow has the best kind of magical artifact -- drugs, to wit a solid eighty pounds of Faerie-enchanted cocaine hidden inside a container full of baby dolls presently sitting on the Haven dockyard. Better yet, the docks are right across from the club. King has a container number -- 19 -- and not much more, but there's a cut for Isaiah in it if the young man can recover the goods and get them in a waiting car headed up to Boston. Coke's already ten times the street price of Meth, but when it's cooked up in a Golden City lab? Fucking priceless.
As the ritual turns precarious, with a void opening and tentacles reaching out, one cultist is killed, and the other seeks Fayad's help in terror. Fayad, prioritizing the greater good over the cultists' misguided intentions, uses his pyromantic skills to reverse the ritual and close the portal, preventing catastrophic outcomes. The surviving cultist, grateful and fearful, offers his allegiance to Fayad. Fayad's actions not only thwart a potentially disastrous summoning but also open up possibilities for the cultist's redemption and future service in a more constructive cause. Meanwhile, Isaiah finds himself in a different sort of challenge, tasked with retrieving a valuable shipment of enchanted cocaine for his associate Fariq Wilson. This operation involves the elusive Golden Shadow group, promising both danger and high stakes for Isaiah as he navigates the underbelly of Haven's supernatural and criminal activities.
(Fayad's odd encounter(SRJodie):SRJodie)
[Tue Jul 30 2024]
In Town Hall Northern Meeting Room
It is afternoon, about 96F(35C) degrees,
(A recent string of odd behaviors and strange occurrences in Haven has led your target to discover a hidden sect of The Black Flame conducting rituals in the town's historical graveyard. They must disrupt the ritual and prevent whatever the cult is trying to summon from crossing over into their world.)
Why does no one even talk about climate change anymore? Haven's basically the surface of the sun today. Indoors in the meeting room where Fayad finishes up a failed negotiation with one of the lesser society reps, its 95 freaking degrees. People are sweaty, people are irritable. Even the streets outside are plagued with the noise of people honking horns at the nearby intersection with impatience.
Fayad seems rather comfortable in it - in fact, he was on his way back to his tower in order to make it Even Hotter inside. For a pyromancer, heat is a resource. He idly looks around at people complaining of the heat and rolls his eyes. "They wouldn't even be able to exist in Egypt," he grouses to himself.
Despite the heat, Fayad fairs better than most, in fact he thrives. Its not long after the meeting is over in the town hall that Fayad feels a strange noise, a low hum that is unmistakable to an arcanist as magical energy somewhere in town. It calls out like a beacon, not to draw any closer, but to warn that there is something happening and its obvious it's coming from the graveyard behind the town hall not very far away.
Fayad's eyes shift towards the graveyard, and he clasps his pendant, focusing for a few long moments with his eyes closed. He opens them. "Maybe I can salvage SOMETHING out of today," he mutters to himself as he heads off towards the graveyard, seeking to figure out what the beacon was about. Considering the Black Circle was just here, it's likely not anything pleasant.
In haven its not unusual for spirits to call from the graveyard, bringing arcanist to come banish them from time to time. But this isn't that. The call feels similar to Fayad yet its it's own distinct flavor. It's magical and dark. But when Fayad arrives in the balmy graveyard he doesn't see anything across the entirety if it..at first. Something in the corner of his eye reveals itself as a blur, a mirage even that seems to be obscuring a distant part of the graveyard.
Fayad approaches it, openly and respectfully. He presumes that it is a shield meant to disperse the unaware from this part of the graveyard, something his own senses permit him to ignore.
With instincts that are on point, Fayad absolutely nails what the mirage is that he is seeing, as he gets closer to it there is the faint outline of shapes within. Human shapes. And even closer they become more and more clear as the mirage seems to dissipate from someone perspective. Should he choose to enter the cloaked bubble.
With instincts that are on point, Fayad absolutely nails what the mirage is that he is seeing, as he gets closer to it there is the faint outline of shapes within. Human shapes. And even closer they become more and more clear as the mirage seems to dissipate from Fayad's perspective. Should he choose to enter the cloaked bubble.
Fayad does in fact enter, looking as nonthreatening as possible. He is quite curious.
Moving through the bubble like its nothing but thick air. Fayad finds himself as the third person in an obvious two person ritual, two men in dark clothing face each other and between them they've erected an effigy of multiple dead animals strung up to a wooden cross. It looks distinctly Pagan. They chant in some dark tongue, it's certainly not a known language of Earth.
It seems like Fayad has arrived just as they are starting to make progress with whatever they are doing, a crackling above the effigy reveals a splitting in the air, and darkness within a crack as if a portal was being ripped open, slowly but surely.
Fayad puts his hand to his chin and observes, attempting to discern what's going on here or what's being summoned. He might not be able to tell, new as he is to the Arts, but it doesn't hurt to watch before attempting to intervene.
Ripping through reality the crack gradually grows, enough that a hand might fit inside at this point. It's insanely dark in that crack. Wherever it is go is unlit. Fayad would know through his knowledge that it's a ritual intended to open a path for nightmare or void monsters to enter through into this world and cause untold destruction. This might actually be the type of thing Fayad and his cult would WANT to happen.
One of the two cultist catches sight of Fayad in the corner of his eye and stops chanting abruptly, "Intruder!"
Fayad frowns. Unfortunately, while that's true, minor religious differences mean that it's not the way Fayad particularly wants it to happen. Minor differences such as that a Cthulian eidolon or the void monsters that, say, the Black Flame worship, would end the world permanently, when Gonthorian speaks of civilization rising from the ashes in a more equal, savage society. "I do not yet mean you harm," he quietly tells the cultists. "I am Fayad al-Munaqadh, apprentice of Gonthorian the Firestarter," he introduces himself, in the fashion of anyone from arcane society would.
"Stay back!" shouts the second man, distracted by Fayad's presence, as both of the men become distracted the tear crackles and warps. Threatening to disappear or perhaps rip open entirely. Something within that breach seems to move around in the depths. Wanting to wake and break free. "We summon the destroyer! Kneel and you will be granted a merciful death. Interfere and he will inflict pain on you." declares the other
Fayad scoffs. "You call a minor void spirit a destroyer?", he comments, putting on a brave face. "If you truly wished to sever the wickedness from this world, you would fan the flames of Gonthorian, the great dragon, who will reduce all to nothingness so that Earth can begin anew. Those with His marks will be spared incineration and destruction, and live as the masters of the new world as phoenixes from ash. What purpose or reward shall you receive from this calling?"
It's evident, just around the time a tentacle slithers out of the crack only to retreat sharply that these two are not very capable arcanist and their ritual is doomed to fail spectacularly. But it's hard to say if it will simply result in the death of the two cultist, or wipe out half the town in an explosion or some other unhappy outcome that is not beneficial for Fayad. As Fayad tries to convert the pair, another tentacle whips out of the crack, reaching within a half a second for one cultist to wrap around his neck and yank him. The man's neck snaps from the yank, which mercifully spares him the horror that awaits as his body is squeezed through the crack in space and time.
There is a fearful scream from the remaining cultist as he looks to Fayad, "No Geoffry!.. I dont want to die, help me stop this!"
Fayad sighs and steps forward, clutching his pendant as he begins to incant the tones to reverse the ritual and close the portal. He calls upon the pyromantic arts and, with one dusky arm raised high, begins to cauterize the portal - metaphorically, anyway - sealing the wound in the world through the great application of gusts of heat that pour forth from his body.
With superior knowledge and the lended strength of a more powerful being. Fayad has an easier time sealing the breach. The cracking fades away and the tear in space disappears within a minute of this effort. The other cultist is positively shaking. It's at this point the cultist throws himself at Fayad's feet, "Thank you, thank you! Let me live, let me serve. I can be better!" opening the possibility that the man will be another faceless cultist Fayad's cult.
(A valuable artifact of great supernatural power has been stolen from a local museum. The local authorities are stumped, but the mystical energies lingering at the scene point to the involvement of The Golden Shadow. Your target has been hired to retrieve the artifact and uncover the true motives of The Golden Shadow. They will have to tread carefully, as the mercenary group is known for their ruthlessness and cunning. The encounter will involve a mix of investigation, negotiation, and potentially combat, depending on how the characters choose to approach the situation.)
Isaiah is currently leaned up against a wall near the dance floor of the Succubus Club. Recovering from watching a spat between a few bargoers, he's starting to curl up into himself. He's in a new place, with new faces, and what was once the cocky swagger of a young buck ready to take over the town, quickly becomes his lips murmuring to himself: "What the fuck do I do now?" It isn't the first time he's moved to a new place, but it's certainly the first time he's moved alone. He glances down at the wallpaper of his phone; it boasts a younger version of himself, smiling with a curvaceous blonde mother and a red-eyed father with a rat on his shoulder.
A buzz, on that phone: a message. It's from a Boston associate, Fariq Wilson, a man in the know in Desmond King's employ. He's an old acquaintance. "You get to Haven alright?" comes the first message, followed up rapidly with a second message. "The man needs a package. You up for a little in and out tonight?" Quick typing. "The thing's on the move, so it's a now or never deal." The message seems to pulse with some urgency, even over the constant basso beat of the club.
Isaiah sighs as he glances at his phone- then perks up some as he reads the texts, but only slightly. "Damn," he murmurs to himself. "I just got to the club, but..." His pretty blue eyes scan over the attendees, and apparently he is dissatisfied with what he sees. "Looks like it's dead tonight anyways. Ah, well... Maybe this snatch-and-grab will have a little fun in store for me." The ginger-haired male sighs faintly, replying with a simple: 'I'm on it. Run me the details' to the chain of text messages. Suddenly his mood lifts, and a more natural, malicious smirk spreads across rose-pink lips to reveal perfectly white teeth.
Details, stat. The Golden Shadow has the best kind of magical artifact -- drugs, to wit a solid eighty pounds of Faerie-enchanted cocaine hidden inside a container full of baby dolls presently sitting on the Haven dockyard. Better yet, the docks are right across from the club. King has a container number -- 19 -- and not much more, but there's a cut for Isaiah in it if the young man can recover the goods and get them in a waiting car headed up to Boston. Coke's already ten times the street price of Meth, but when it's cooked up in a Golden City lab? Fucking priceless.