[@POOHEAD189]
The bodies lay cooling on the warm asphalt of the alley, crimson lakes of blood spreading out around them in irregular ripples on the rough ground. The radios of the two dead precinct men squawked querulously with demands for updates and suggestions of back up. Asher was pulling herself to her feet, leaving bloody fingerprints on the red brick walls with her right hand, the left stuck the tacky bullet torn shirt.

“I am in your debt Sir Knight,” she announced with a gravitas that contrasted with her manic pixie dream girl image. There was a slight chill in the air, as though someone nearby had opened a walk in freezer, when a member of the fae acknowledged a debt, it was more than just idle words. She bent down and picked up the fallen shotgun, safing it and using it as an improvised crutch.

“I could use a doctor, because… you know… I got shot,” she said with an indifference that the slight grimace in her face did not wholly convey.

“But it can’t be a hospital, there will be reporters and cops everywhere, with the whole who wore whose entrails best thing going on.”     


“Can’t be my people either, they might hand me over just to avoid an incident.” Physically powerful and imposing the mortal champions of the Fae might be, but they were barely pawns in the arcane calculus of the Fairy Courts.


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Kelly acknowledges she is in your debt and asks you to find her unconventional medical help. She suggests she cant trust the Winter Court.
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[@Fetzen]
The vampire landed behind Balthazar. In two separate pieces. He had passed through the Demon’s arcane attack and had been neatly bisected by it. Already the corpse was beginning to smoulder, breaking up into black ash that seemed to scatter on the wind of the screaming survivor’s passage. The tide of humanity was beginning to thin, here and there a reporter was taking photos, and the first responders, beat cops and EMTs who had happened to be in the area were pressing in, trying in vain to find somewhere to start in this whole mess.

The female vampire, covered from mouth to feet in the blood she had gouged herself on, and having managed to lose the piece of rebar that had transfixed her body, drew a high powered automatic pistol from her ruined dress, though where she had been concealing such a thing was a mystery. She glared at Balthazar for a long moment, cut her eyes to the approaching cops, then bounded away into the panicked crowd.

“Sir, Sir, are you ok?” an approaching policeman asked, unhelpfully shining his flashlight into Balthazar’s eyes. As he looked down he felt a signet ring that had been rolling across the concrete hit his shoe. The kind of signet that only the highest ranking vampire nobility wore. The vampire he had cut in half was, almost certainly, a favorite son or nephew of Duke Vitorrio Cassalaro, the most powerful vampire in Corvus Bay. The orb inside Balthazar’s jackets seemed to vibrate, almost as though it were chuckling…


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You kill a powerful vampire noble. Absoutely no consequences there! The orb you recovered acts strangely.
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[@Ducksworth]

“No spells? No ‘You are meddling with powers you couldn’t possibly comprehend’? Nothing?” Jack asked. He thrust a finger into his ear and scratched for a moment before flicking the resulting wax away to impact the refrigerator with a soft splat.

“Bit of a disappointment," Jack continued drawing chuckles from his remaining goons. He sighed and evidently decided he would get no more drama out of the situation. He stood up, looming over the apprentice wizard.

“Well down to business Harry, seems your master… Ellen something? Had himself a vault for all his wizardly secrets and such. Everybody is all in a tizzy to get something that is inside, and I says to myself, Jack I says: I bet you if anyone can get inside it is his poor bereaved butt boy!” Jack’s mouth split into a wide grin that displayed his more than human dentition in grotesque detail.

“That is all we want, get us into the vault, and you and your little pet get to go back to arts and crafts or whatever it was you was doing before we got here. What’d’ya say?”


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Jack knows that Elandros is dead. It seems your master had some kind of secret magical repository that is secured behind magical defenses. Jack wants you to help him get inside and steal something before anyone else in the magical community gets wise. He figures that his apprentice might be able to make that more survivable. 
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