Journal Entry Four: Night Terrors

There is a certain strength in the practice of rotating the game master duty.  In this session, I took over as GM to give Jarrod a rest.  I had to knock some of the rust off a bit, but it was a fun little horror story.
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Seattle
1850 hours, local time

I met Tracy at Joey's place.  The usual crowd was there in full force and the astral plane was alive with minor spirit forms.  She was waiting for me in a booth, looking just as pretty as the first time I had ever laid eyes on her.  I shook my head clear of thoughts I couldn't afford to entertain and slide into the bench seat across from her.

She hit with a disarming smile, "John! So good to see you!  I just saw Elias leave, he didn't seem to recognize me though."

My brother the Halloweener?  Strange coincidence that.  I was just about to ask if she thought it could have been a shapechanger when my commlink chimed furiously.

My brothers were messaging me ...

We ran a little long on this session and so it is found in two parts.  The link to part two is accessible on the end page of the the first part. 

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Journal Entry Three: Home is where the decapitated parent is

"Come out and play" ~ the Offspring
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Seattle
1535 hours, local time

There are times when you have to do something unpleasant to avoid an even greater disaster. So it was as I argued my brother how best to cut the head off my dead mother's corpse....

I do hope you enjoy the session.  We're still getting used to recording and I'm only loading raw footage at this time.  If / when I get editing software I'll clean up it up some (remove some of the language, etc).

In the meant time, I hope you it.

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Journal Entry two: Coming Home

You can never go home again.
~ Unknown
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Seattle
1445 hours, local time

The overcast sky threatened another rainy day.

I got off the bus and turned my feet south, into a part of Pullyap where the buses no longer ran.  The neighborhood hadn't changed much.  Gang tags scarred crumbling apartment buildings, the potholes were full of acid rain, yelling voices and echoing gun shots shattered any hope of peace.  I was going home.

Wakes and funerals aren't my thing. The dead are nothing but matter without substance. The soul has moved on, whether it was torn from this violently or it aged away and left gracefully.  In my experience the later is an incredibly rare occurrence.  When Tom told me mom had died I felt a cold shock hit me.  I hadn't seen mom in weeks.  Now I wouldn't see her again.  Her body, her vessel in this world, was going to be laid to rest.  I went home for the wake, to pay my respects to the woman who had taken me into her home when so many others had rejected me.

Sebastian was waiting outside the house.  Tom stood next to him, his short robust form contrasting sharply with Sebastian's whip-thin physique.   "Tom, Sebastian, it's good to see you." I said.

It was good to see them.  Inside the house, mom's corpse lay awaiting our visitation.  Little did I know how strange things would turn...

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We recorded the session so you can see the story unfold.  This is our first recorded session and it is raw footage. It hasn't been edited.

Warning:  One of the player characters has a bigoted flaw against trolls, which is ironic as the player in question almost always plays a troll.

Journal Entry One

"That I survived to tell these stories is a miracle."
~ from 'Fumbling in the dark,' the secret diary of H.P. Lovecraft

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Seattle
0333 hours, local time

The rain continued its war against the plascrete sidewalk.  The weather app on my phone was signalling a warning of dangerous acid rain, a pH value of 3.6.  The acid rain was stripping away the graffiti. Gang tags streaked and ran like shadows down the pitted walls of the Quik-It grocery.  Kevin was sitting in an old sedan, its electric engine silent under the patter of the rain.

"Oi, Stross, you know its dangerous to be out.  THEY could be watching." Kevin may be paranoid, or he may not.  You're only paranoid if people aren't out to get you and yet you keep jumping at shadows.

I climbed in on the passenger side and turned to face my best talismonger."Had to see you, chummer." I replied. "Who else is going to be able to lay hands on moonstone dust?"

Kevin raised an eye at that. "What are you planning, Stross?"

"Just a little magic, Kevin. I want that dust on hand in case I should happen to run into something from beyond the stars."  I smiled at him. "Until I can afford a power focus of my very own, its going to have to do."

"Are you a law enforcement officer?" Kevin asked.  He fixed his best glare on me.

"No, Kevin. I am NOT a law enforcement officer.  I am also NOT a magician licensed to practice in this jurisdiction." I stared back at him.  "You know this."

"No, I don't." Kevin replied. "You could be one of the lizardmen working for the cops.  Shapechangers with badges, drek! What is the world coming too?"

I didn't have an answer for that.  "Do you have what I need?"

"Yeah, I have it Stross.  Thirty-five an ounce and we're good.  How much do you want?"  He held out his hand.

"I want three ounces.  How about one hundred for all three?"  I was low on money.

Kevin shook his head. "You're robbing me, Stross. Sure.  Three ounces of moonstone dust, one hundred cash, now."

I counted out the money into Kevin's outstretched hand. He only deals in script as he doesn't trust the ghosts in the machines not to turn on him.  He counted it a second time, pocketed the money, then retrieved three small plastic bags from a case he had laying on the back seat.  "Three ounces of moonstone dust.  Perfect reagent to aid in banishment of the fungi from Planet X or for creating a warding circle against the spawn of the lord of the sunken throne. Though for that last bit you'll need a lot more dust."

"Thanks, Kevin. This stuff might save my life one day."  I said.

"Or you may be killed and have your soul consumed by a fungi." Kevin shook his head sadly. "The stars are almost right, Stross.  You need to prepare."

"I'm not sure what any of us can do to be ready."  I opened the door and looked around.  No one seemed to be watching. "Good news is, my brothers are coming back into town.  With them around, who knows, maybe we'll all live until the Old Ones actually walk out of the sea."

"Good luck. Traffic drones will be overhead in three minutes. I have to go." With that the car started to roll forward even as my feet were gaining the rain slicked pavement.

I pulled my hood up to protect myself from the acid rain and walked north toward Wildwood park.  The trees there would offer some thin protection against surveillance and a well woven invisibility spell would do the rest.  I slipped through the park, through old run down homes, to the tiny apartment I rented.

My commlink was flashing its message alert when I picked it up.  My brothers were wanting to see me later that evening.  It seemed a job was brewing and I was very light on cash....

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