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The game was originally meant to be played using White Wolf's "Mage: The Ascension", and it still forms the foundation for the setting.
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posted February 05, 2003
"Confucius can kiss my ass. And I know she'll read it. She's supposed to. It should keep her distracted long enough for me to get back to Pen, and after she's done with it, hopefully, she'll decide she doesn't want anything to do with me any more. That way, I can find Timothy and get this over with without having to worry about leaving behind too many people I care about. I'm not so insane that I don't know what I'm doing."
Shiva, Pete calls from over your shoulder, nattering on like some foul-mouthed mother. "You know, if Confucius was the one stuck with you instead of me, he'd probably say some shit about one man's destiny being another's death wish. Me, I know better. You're just fucking nuts. And I hope you know what you're doing with that folder, 'cause you know that chick's gonna read it."
Alex, the manila folder contains several documents, the verbiage and logos on which immediately tag it as Technocratic in origin. It goes into as much detail as you've ever seen into the lives of two people, Timothy Lancaster and Scott Ashton; on how the former was involved in the death of the latter's wife (who's quite the looker by the way), on how Lancaster taught Ashton a couple of forms of martial arts you've never heard of before and how he "almost" recruited Ashton into the Akashic Brotherhood. It also goes on to explain that Lancaster went "rogue" (you've heard this term before regarding mages that have gone barrabi) and has been on a meandering journey eastward, having recently been sighted in Chicago.
Lancaster you remember as the guy that started the bar fight the other evening.
Ashton is Shiva.
Someone on a nearby stool coughs loudly, startling you from your reading. You don't recognize him, but if he wasn't looking you in the eye and smiling, you could've sworn that he was blind, since that shade of orange and that shade of green he was wearing simply weren't meant to go together like that.
"It's about time he started passing that around."
Alex, the manila folder contains several documents, the verbiage and logos on which immediately tag it as Technocratic in origin. It goes into as much detail as you've ever seen into the lives of two people, Timothy Lancaster and Scott Ashton; on how the former was involved in the death of the latter's wife (who's quite the looker by the way), on how Lancaster taught Ashton a couple of forms of martial arts you've never heard of before and how he "almost" recruited Ashton into the Akashic Brotherhood. It also goes on to explain that Lancaster went "rogue" (you've heard this term before regarding mages that have gone barrabi) and has been on a meandering journey eastward, having recently been sighted in Chicago.
Lancaster you remember as the guy that started the bar fight the other evening.
Ashton is Shiva.
Someone on a nearby stool coughs loudly, startling you from your reading. You don't recognize him, but if he wasn't looking you in the eye and smiling, you could've sworn that he was blind, since that shade of orange and that shade of green he was wearing simply weren't meant to go together like that.
"It's about time he started passing that around."
posted by Midnight Pugger | 8:31 PM
posted February 03, 2003
Alex, Elliott slides back over to your part of the bar as Shiva is racing out the door.
"A shovel? What?"
"A shovel? What?"
posted by Midnight Pugger | 9:18 PM