[@Ducksworth]
The werewolf alpha gave Emrys a skeptical look, clearly primed to expect some trick from a wizard who, let's face it, were famous for their magic tricks.

“You expect me to believe that a great and powerful wizard built a vault you can't open without the help of your pet duck or whatever?” he asked, his voice hovering somewhere between disbelief and contempt. It hung there for a second and the werewolf sighed, the sound more like the huff of an irritated dog than that of a man. He opened his mouth to heap further contempt on the young wizard but there was a distant howl from out in the darkness. All of the werewolves tensed and the atmosphere seemed to almost crackle with suppressed violence. Jack stood up abruptly, his eyes shifting towards the window.


“Fine we will bring the bird with us, keep it real safe until we get where we are going,” he declared. With what seemed like undue haste Emrys was bundled out of the room and down to the street where a half dozen Harley Davidsons, lovingly painted with various wolf themes growled and revered. Somewhere off in the distance another wolf howl came but this was not a cry of warning, it sounded like pain. Sirens were screaming in the distance as more firetrucks and emergency services rolled to the bombing, or responded to disturbances it engendered. 

Quill was on the side of one of the bikes, in what looked to be a small bird cage stuffed into one of the saddle bags, it’s bars wrapped with thin filaments of copper wire in a basic ward against magical interference. The work was inexpert and crude, the sort of thing a talented layman might throw together. Thunder cracked in the distance and a smattering of rain, warm and pleasant began to fall. Jack grunted with irritation and climbed onto his bike, beckoning to Emrys to join him.

“Where to Harry Potter?” Jack asked as a crackling bolt of lightning lit up the horizon.



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Synopsis : The Werewolves agree to bring Quill with you and demand you take them to the vault.
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[@POOHEAD189]

The favors of the Winter Court were considerable, though like all bargains of the kind, were more expensive than they first seemed. Faster and stronger than mortals she might be, but even Kelly Asher could not quickly shed the effect of a 9mm to the stomach. As the rain lashed down she lay on her cot, shivering and feverish. Her body temperature rapidly plunged far below human norms, her skin growing an almost ghostly white and her lips turning an alarming shade of blue. Despite this they continued to move, muttering and mouthing words that might have been incantations, curses, or something in between, mostly directed at Mab the Queen of Winter. Frost formed and dissolved on the window like a monochrome kaleidoscope, strangely reminiscent of an audiograph to the nonsensical conversation. Through it all her pulse remained steady and eventually she subsided, returning to something more like normal human unconsciousness.


Lightning rent the sky outside and the rain grew steadily worse. Occasionally the purplish crackle of energy illuminated the red eyes of crows as they fluttered damply about. One lightning strike crashed so close to Rupert’s hide out that the hair on his arms prickled. Abruptly a television, an old cathode ray set that had long been nonfunctional, sputtered to life in a series of sputtering clicks. Paying no attention to the fact that it wasn’t plugged in, the snowy static congealed into a black and white image of a man in a 1950s style suit standing in front of what looked like a TV weather barometric chart.

“...weather will degenerate over the next several hours, if the cold front breaks we could be in for very serious weather by the early hours of tomorrow..” Bursts of static intercut the apparent weather report with momentary flashes of the Tem tower exploding outwards, flinging bodies into the void. The figure in the weather report seemed to reach up and slap the inside of the television, an act that seemed to clear the picture.

“Of course it is too early to tell but we are advising everyone take precautions and…” the weatherman’s eyes opened wide with horror and the static closed in from all directions. Just for a moment it seemed to make a pattern. The leering, fanged visage of a dragon. The television clicked off, a puff of smoke escaping from the side of it, several pops crackling inside of it, filling the hide out with the faint smell of burning plastic.


At almost the same instant, there was a thunderous knock on the door.


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Synopsis: A cryptic message is delivered through an old TV. A mysterious knock sounds on the door.
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[@Fetzen]

No vampire gunmen emerged from the night in pursuit but for a moment it seemed that dozens and dozens of fireflies glittered from the surrounding buildings, giving the uncomfortable impression they were watching. The sparks seemed to alight on the air like embers from a wild fire. They rushed after the fleeing Balthazar, coiling and swirling in the night sky. The metal orb vibrated more urgently and seemed to grow hot. The sparks recoiled away as though striking some kind of barrier or meeting an attack. Abruptly they vanished and, in their place, rain began to fall.


Two police cruisers came around a corner, their lights refracting off the raindrops. These weren’t city cops, but rather the tan of state troopers. Both cars went past and the eyes of the police inside scanning over Balthazar. Abruptly, the breaks went on and the light bars began to flash, one of the cars squealing on the asphalt as it turned in pursuit. 


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Synopsis: The vampires dont seem to be pursuing, but some strange force seems to be watching you until a force from the orb seems to scare them off. As you leave the area state troopers spot you and begin to pursue. 
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