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the web log for the mage game

A play by email game gone blogging...
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White Wolf Game Studio
The game was originally meant to be played using White Wolf's "Mage: The Ascension", and it still forms the foundation for the setting.
Apostrophic Labratories
This is where you can find the free font "Amerika", which was used for the headline and section titles.

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posted January 21, 2005
 
Pen, you shoulda bought a keg. Or ten. We don't have time to go see any dead bodies. Beer run!
posted by raven | 5:10 PM
 
posted January 19, 2005
 

"What do you want from me? It's been a long night and I didn't want to run out."

 
posted January 14, 2005
 
Pete, quit hogging the beer!
posted by raven | 6:32 PM
 
posted September 25, 2003
 
Yeah, that's kinda what I figured. I finish the rest of my beer then get the full six pack out of the fridge. "Let's go," I say to Pen. Drink up, Pete. It's gonna be a long night.
posted by raven | 6:43 PM
 
posted September 24, 2003
 
So, what is Alex doing now that Donovan's left her at the bar with Shiva's dossier?
 
 
Pen opens and closes her mouth quickly, like a fish, and all she can say is a half-stammered "okay" as she grabs hold of her drink and turns for the door. She's definitely worried, and you get the feeling that she got nowhere near the answer she wanted, but you can also tell that she's not going to push--yet.
 
posted September 13, 2003
 
I put the beers down on the counter, open all three and hand her one. I chug down about half of another one.
"I don't know what you want to be wrong about, but if it'll make you feel better, I'll tell you you're wrong," I say. "Let's not jump to any conclusions before we get over there."
posted by raven | 7:12 PM
 
 
"I mean that they've been attacked, and they think that the local Nephs may be the ones involved, but the attackers were new faces to them so they couldn't be sure. They've asked us--you--to come over and verify their suspicions..."

Pen pales slightly as she realizes what she's just said, then unmuffles the cellphone and whispers a couple of words into the receiver. She hangs up but doesn't move. She's trying to maintain her composure, but you can feel this mix of fear and dread and longing just dripping from her.

"Please. Tell me I'm wrong."

 
 
"What do you mean 'what's left of them'?" I ask, grabbing three beers.
posted by raven | 5:14 PM
 
 
There is indeed beer here. Pete looks pleased.

Pen follows you into the kitchen, with a worried look as she verbally nods into the cellphone. After a couple of moments she pulls the phone from her ears and muffles the receiver.

"We need to go. The Hermetics have requested our presence--well--what's left of them, anyway. Oh, and grab me one on your way out? I may need it."