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@Dark Cloud Go ahead and move him over!

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[*]Aliyah hired me for a job and I fucked it up. I owe her 2 Debts.

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@Humble1 What was this job?

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It dosent need to be anywhere in particular of course, Charleston will have more of an old British Colonial feel.

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I have added a zeroth post in OOC to keep track of the city and the NPCs as we develop them. Also if you have questions about each other, or your debts feel free to ask here, it helps to develop the story.

It sounds to me that given the presence of of both a docks district and a haitian influence that Corvus Bay might be in the South? Miami-esq Charleston-esqe? New Orleans-esqe?

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Corvus Bay

+ City of Crows
+ Entrepôt
+ Churched
+ Eye of Mab

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Powers and Principalities

The Thousand Churches

There aren't really a thousand churches in Corvus Bay but there are hundreds. Draughty old Protestant meeting halls, neat well appointed Synagogues and neo-gothic catholic constructions from the old world. New faiths flourish also, long links to the ocean bring the faiths of Haitian Migrants, Middle Eastern Refugees and East Asian businesspeople. Most of these communities are begin, at least for the most part, but there are darker sides, mega churches that fleece the vulnerable, the mysterious Lodge of the Silver Twilight, Confutation temples which serve as fronts for organized crime.

Old King Crow

It is no secret that Corvus Bay is home to many crows. Literal crows, statues of crows, sports teams named after crows. There are also a surprising number of superstitions that circle around crows. No one kills a crow in Corvus bay, inordinate care is taken not to disturb their roots and the day after Christmas offering of left over food are scattered outside for 'Old King Crow'. Anthropologists have tried over the years to find the source of this custom but it remains a point of obscure folk lore.

Mab - Queen of Air and Darkness

If you have to ask, you are already screwed.

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People and 'People'

Doctor Theresa Schilling - Society for the Explanation of the Supernatural

Sister to Aliyah

Old Man Jones

Helps keep the peace in Anders' neighborhood.
He is too old for this shit.
He looks like Clint Eastwood in Grand Turino

Kristoff Barliman - Magician

Keeping Caber of Mab's Faedar

Lucas Ryder - The Werewolf Who Would be King

Creator of Vampire Tinder

Quincy - Greed pretending to be Redemption

Livius Ennius Quintus
A vampire who wishes to regain his mortality.

The Foreman - Vengeful Spirit of Kingsley

The Foreman - Back in the 70's there was a major industrial accident in Kinglsey where a chemical factor burned. Eleven workers and a foreman, the so called 'Kingsley Twelve' burned to death due to failure of the company to take proper saftey precautions. Over the next decade various directors of the company were found horribly murdered. The cases were never solved by the police, but those in the know realize it was the spirit of the Foreman and his men, now restless shades. They spirits still occasionally manifest in Kingsley, particularly after fires, scaring or harming bystanders.

Giselle Rainwalker - Lead Guitarist of Gossamer Axe

Her name was Giselle Rainwalker, and you just had to look at her to know she came from a magical place. A place of glamour and spectacle. A place known as the 80s.

The blonde hair goes up and back, and she's obviously trying to bring back the hole in the ozone layer by herself. The hippie skirt and wrap clash with the AC/DC tour t-shirt. She came into Corvus Bay five years ago, playing with a band called "Pixies from Hell." The band rolled up, blew up, broke down and then everyone but her blew town. She's now forming a band called "Gossamer Axe" playing classic heavy metal. Tonight they're going to be playing at The Moon's Gift, and she wants Aliyah to be there.

She is human on a technicality. She spent two real-world decades - 1991-2011 - in the Fairy Realms, and due to the time dilation effect of the Fea realm she experience a century or more. She soaked up so much magic and music - synonyms to some of the distant Fae - that she's mostly fae herself. She's a shit-hot guitar player, and that's all on her, playing an axe carved from the wood of a fairy harp.

She wants to be better. She left someone behind in the Fairy Realms, and she's honing her craft to get them back. Someday she'll smash the gates of the fairy castle with the power of epic metal. She just needs the right songs, and the right band to play them. Someday.

Two years ago Aliyah was investigating a Faun who was seducing his way through the younger female portion of the community. Aliyah finally confronted him at a club, but found herself not as immune to his glamour as she'd thought. Then Giselle took the stage and hit the Faun with some riffs from Randy Rhoads-era Ozzy. It shredded his glamour, smashed his enchantments to powder and shipped him out of town on the Crazy Train. She doesn't acknowledge the debt herself - kicking out douchebags is just one of the perks of the job - but Aliyah feels it keenly.

Not enough to show up at her gigs, though. But if Giselle is reaching out, she must want to talk about something.

Advancement Tracker

Ok so in recap:

@Humble1
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@rush99999
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@tokkiya
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@POOHEAD189
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Rules PDF

i.4pcdn.org/tg/1445670817768.pdf

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Sorry for all the typos, my phone seems to randomly switch to Bosnian for reasons and none of the English autocorrects properly...

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Od actually like everyone to post their open debts here that way we can brainstorm together. You light decide what debts you owe beach other or common npcs

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@rush99999 Part of the GM role is to ask questions and weave together the story from elements they players come up with.

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@POOHEAD189

You need to list all your debts, though you don't have to decide who they are too just yet. At least one of your debts should be to another player, though more than that is also fine. You can also use your debts to create npcs in the city.

Gold & Glory: AU thread

There was a strange sound as the daemon, Emmaline could think of no other word for the thing, began to laugh with a booming basso that shook the dome above. At the same time both Mavikim and the woman, Emmaline presumed she was a favored wife, screamed in horror. The snake wiggled across the floor and wound its way up Emmaline's leg, around her hip and then to her wrist while she stared in slack jawed amazement.

"Very well," the being rumbled with a voice like an earthquake. Mavikim turned to run but the creature exploded into red smoke shot through with black veins the swirled according to a logic not of the world they stood in. Tendrils of the smoke coiled around the pasha yanking him off his feet and dragging him across the rug covered floor, his fingers scrabbling hopelessly for purchase. His wife only stood in gaping horrified silence as similar tendrils seized her and dragged her towards the brass lamp. There was a sudden detonation of smoke and Emmaline's world turned into a red haze as something vast and powerful lifted her from her feet. She heard wood and metal shattering beneath her and had the momentary impression of being caught in a tornado. Wind rushed past her and for brief moments she caught a glimpse of the starlight sky and the streets of the city below, far, far below.

As suddenly as it had began the smoke exploded away from her and she slammed down on the floor of Markus' cabin, landing on her bottom atop a pile of golden objects which seemed to litter the floor. Makus materialized from the smoke beside her looking dazed and then the smoke began to suck inwards towards the brass lamp. Mavakim and his wife were still in its grip and as she watched they were... sucked into the lamp, looking for all the world like soap bubbled being pulled down a drain. There was a sudden cessation of noise that hit like a cannonball, broken only by the rattle of the brass cover of the lamp settling into place.

"What in Sigm...." Morgan busted in through the cabin door, cultass in hand, freezing halfway through the oath as he beheld Emmaline, naked and bruised atop a scattering of gold plates, coins and other objects of value. Markus was already picking himself up, white knuckles relaxing from the hilt of his blade. Morgan was silent for a long moment, then huffed in disgust.

"You know what, I don't even want to know," he declared, stepping out of the cabin without another word.