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This is a general discussion, recap, and draw thread for Hellborn Quest. At some point during the thread's life, I'll have the 100 thread recap up, so be patient.

The Story So Far: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=hellborn
First 50 Thread Summary: http://pastebin.com/DYy8w24r

QM Twitter: https://twitter.com/HellbornQuest
Character Sheet: http://pastebin.com/rNg3Yw8m (pictures within)
Ask Languid anything: ask.fm/HellbornQM

[The mega post timeskip taking you from February to the beginning of June.]

School sucks, but now it’s over.

It’s the end of May, and you have graduated. Long story short, you are a genius. You even did the hat thing where you throw it at somebody to prove how smart you are, though you made sure to grab it before leaving the ceremony.

You always found school things kind of dumb, because you didn’t really see a point to any of it. Like. When are you going to need to calculate centripetal force? When are you going to use the food pyramid to plan your diet? Never, that’s when.

But as it turns out, since you weren’t that far away from graduating anyway, you were also pretty close to qualifying for college. While you’re not Rowan and you don’t have some thousands of dollars of scholarship to Stanford, there are cheapo art universities in San Francisco that even you can get into.

Studying math is stupid, but if it lands you in some class titled ‘Impact Sculpture’, then sure, why the hell not. Once you found the motivation, forcing yourself to manage the workload and study and stuff almost fell into place. Cass’s guidance and the hired tutors were helpful too.

Recently you’ve been working on your portfolio. Apparently all the fancy art people have them. Yours, though, is way more metal by far, and the thought of busting it over some suit’s face gets you giddy inside.

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The Story So Far: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=hellborn
First 50 Thread Summary: http://pastebin.com/DYy8w24r

QM Twitter: https://twitter.com/HellbornQuest
Character Sheet: http://pastebin.com/rNg3Yw8m (pictures within)
Ask Languid anything: ask.fm/HellbornQM

Your name is Sierra Beckhoff. You are the coolest person you know, and with one notable exception, you are probably the most badass. Basically you’re the kind of person who takes care of business and gets the job done.

You’ve agreed to spend a few days over at your friend’s house while her dad’s out of town. Moriah’s good people, so it should be a real hoot. It’s nice to not be worried about schemes and plots again.

--

You’re in Moriah’s room, on an inflatable mattress, surfing the internet on your laptop. The wifi’s named named ‘CrowtherSecure’ and has a really complicated alphanumeric password, so you guess either Mori’s dad is tech savy and set it up himself, or he paid somebody to do it. You can’t imagine anybody else in the Crowther family creating such an impersonal network.

Moriah stopped responding to your chattiness a while ago, so you guess she fell asleep in her royal princess bed thing she’s got going on.

Anyway, something about spying on Roger’s situation up in Canada with the amazing magic of the internet got you thinking. Now, without Moriah around to analyze you, maybe you can figure it out.

You go back to facebook and go to the search for people option. You stare at the blank little bar for a second. Of course, it’s dumb, but you’re just curious. You type, and hit enter.

No posts were found for "nevada beckhoff" that were shared with you, says facebook.

Well. Probably wouldn’t have a facebook page. But you do remember going to some cemetery with Dad, a long time ago. And you remember the smell of flowers. You wish you paid more attention that time.

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The Story So Far: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=hellborn
First 50 Thread Summary: http://pastebin.com/DYy8w24r

QM Twitter: https://twitter.com/HellbornQuest
Character Sheet: http://pastebin.com/rNg3Yw8m (pictures within)
Ask Languid anything: ask.fm/HellbornQM

Current Recap:

Your name is Sierra Beckhoff. You are the coolest person you know, and with one notable exception, you are probably the most badass. Basically you’re the kind of person who takes care of business and gets the job done.

You are currently stranded in Canada without an easy way home. A mysterious local landmaster, Roger, found you wandering along the side of the road half frozen, and said you could crash at his place for the night. With few alternative options, you figured you’d take him up on the offer. You didn’t get boiled for stew in the night, so that’s something.

Cass will be flying all the way out to come get you, so all you have to do is sit tight. In the mean time, you’ve occupied yourself by snooping around. You’ve stumbled upon Nemo, a dude who lives in Roger’s garage. He says he’s a dragon. Still, there’s a difference between meeting somebody who says they’re a dragon and actually seeing one, and you’ve negotiated a means whereby you can get him to drop his human glamors and get all dragony on you.

--

Geeze. A trick for a trick? You need something cool. Although you have about a hundred things that are pretty damn impressive, what if Nemo’s like a million years old? Maybe doing some Verwelken kinds of crap might be new, but if Nemo’s not really a dragon, then it’s kind of pointless to reveal part of what you are. And if he is, he’s still Roger’s buddy – you’re not sure you can trust him with that kind of information.

And on top of all that, it’s still kind of rude to make somebody jump through hoops, especially if that person’s a millennia old dragon god. Nemo might not be that, exactly, but you’re not sure you want to risk it.

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The Story So Far: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=hellborn
First 50 Thread Summary: http://pastebin.com/DYy8w24r

QM Twitter: https://twitter.com/HellbornQuest
Character Sheet: http://pastebin.com/rNg3Yw8m (pictures within)
Ask Languid anything: ask.fm/HellbornQM

Current Recap:

Your name is Sierra Beckhoff. You are the coolest person you know, and with one notable exception, you are probably the most badass. Basically you’re the kind of person who takes care of business and gets the job done.

You are currently stranded in Canada without an easy way home. A mysterious local landmaster named Roger found you wandering along the side of the road half frozen, and said you could crash at his place for the night. With few alternative options, you figured you’d take him up on the offer. You still aren’t clear on how you’re going to get back to California. With the Hallows on task, however, something’s bound to come up before morning.

--

You follow Roger to the front door, mindful of Reeber’s excitement to get inside. Your hellhound is spoiled. You may not know why Mom named him what she did, but does it really matter? “I don’t know, that’s just his name,” you say, grabbing your arms against the cold.

“Just for the sound of it?” asks Roger.

“It’s been Reeber since I was little,” you reply. “Never asked.”

Roger doesn’t enquire further, and comes up to the front porch.

An eerie ringing lingers on the air, and it takes you a second to realize there’s a set of big wind chimes hanging from the awning overhead. They’re having a heyday with the cold breeze, sounding with cold, atonal notes.

You come up the squeaky wood steps behind him, and have a look around. There’s bunches of dream catchers hanging from the outer lip of the awning and the little handrail thing circling the house. They’re ornamented with beads and feathers and little bones.

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The Story So Far: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=hellborn
First 50 Thread Summary: http://pastebin.com/DYy8w24r

QM Twitter: https://twitter.com/HellbornQuest
Character Sheet: http://pastebin.com/rNg3Yw8m (pictures within)
Ask Languid anything: ask.fm/HellbornQM

Current Recap:

Your name is Sierra Beckhoff. You are the coolest person you know, and with one notable exception, you are probably the most badass. Basically you’re the kind of person who takes care of business and gets the job done.

Except in this case, getting the job done somehow landed you in the middle of Nowheresburg, Colorado. With nothing but evergreen trees and snow for miles around, you’ve got to figure out a way out of this forest and eventually back home. Tomorrow is a school day, after all.

Still. It’d help if you didn’t freeze to death first.

--

While your hellhound’s off fetching you nourishment so you can get back on your feet, you huddle up with your chin on your knees and position your wet clothing around you. With any luck you should be able to dry everything out in an hour or two, given that you’re a one person campfire now.

You let your mind wander as you wait. With the whole situation relatively under control, you feel a heavy burden taken off your shoulders. (-15 Stress: 75/103)

If you keep up with this landwell collecting thing, how much more demon stuff are you going to get? Like, wings are a foregone conclusion, but is it going to be like that scene in The Fly where Jeff Goldblum starts pulling out his teeth or whatever? Well, not your teeth, since you haven’t met a demon yet without teeth. But like, you’ve already got fangs and borderline shark choppers. What if you turn into more of a shark and get like, gums full of random teeth? And you start shedding teeth all the time? You guess you can deal with that if that’s what’s going to happen, you guess.

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The Story So Far: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=hellborn
First 50 Thread Summary: http://pastebin.com/DYy8w24r

QM Twitter: https://twitter.com/HellbornQuest
Character Sheet: http://pastebin.com/rNg3Yw8m (pictures within)
Ask Languid anything: ask.fm/HellbornQM

Current Recap:

Your name is Sierra Beckhoff. You are the coolest person you know, and with one notable exception, you are probably the most badass. Basically you’re the kind of person who takes care of business and gets the job done.

Currently, you’re in some magical medieval realm helping a dude named Frederick pull off an inter-planar invasion scheme. He’s up against long odds, but he’s like a George Washington wannabe, so he’s on the right side of history.

Through guile, stealth, and speed, you have successfully battled beetlemen, evaded xenophobic mage knights, outplayed fascist mage knights, and finally out-dueled an elementalist landmaster. At this very moment, you’re claiming the landwell as yours. Now only one question remains – can you escape the ancient metal terror you accidentally lightning-zapped back to life?

--

Your shadow cuts through the tingling veil of force around the landwell, and mingles with the gossamer grey light. A jolt of volcanic power erupts back up your shadow and wracks your body. (+5 Stress: 73/103) In a blink, the landwell contracts, redshifts to crimson, and flash like a second sun. The hellish implosion of light the momentarily turns the snowy white meadow a deep, bloody red.

At the same moment, a vast rusted hand wraps about your arms and body, bladed fingers pinching your arms in to your sides and threatening to cut through flesh.

But before it can sheer you in two, a violent wave of pressure flares out from the landwell, blowing back against you and the unseen thing at your back. Fire fills your core, super heating your heart and nearly to burn a hole out the back of your torso.

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The Story So Far: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=hellborn
First 50 Thread Summary: http://pastebin.com/DYy8w24r

QM Twitter: https://twitter.com/HellbornQuest
Character Sheet: http://pastebin.com/rNg3Yw8m (pictures within)
Ask Languid anything: ask.fm/HellbornQM

Current Recap:

Your name is Sierra Beckhoff. You are the coolest person you know, and with one notable exception, you are probably the most badass. Currently, you are in some magical medieval realm helping some guy named Frederick pull off an inter-planar invasion scheme. You also picked up some baggage in the form of Farren, a recently orphaned girl person. You’re pretty sure the issue will deal with itself.

As for your job, your employer’s a pretty cool guy. He’s up against long odds, but he’s like a George Washington wannabe, so maybe he’s on the right side of history. Freddy’s enemies are offering a whole lot for you to betray him – tempting as it may be though, it’d be a jerk move.

Unfortunately, his enemies know about his plans, and will probably try to stop you from getting the job done. They don’t know where you’re going yet. You need to get to your objective fast, before they have a chance to figure it out.

With the Seraphis xenophobes breathing down your neck though, you’ll have to find a happy compromise between speed and stealth. Otherwise, you may find yourself in a fight with both Freddy’s enemies and the local mage knights. Neither are likely to be pushovers, even for you.

--

You turn to examine Tarris’s caravan once more. Lots of people of all shapes and sizes, from unicorns to elves to filthy peasants. You and the rest of your party might be able to blend in going in past Pelheft by sticking with these people. Sounds like there’s going to be a lot of knights around the fortress city, from what you’ve heard. Though their leisurely pace is probably not what Ranthix would have in mind, might be worth the time burned.

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The Story So Far: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=hellborn
First 50 Thread Summary: http://pastebin.com/DYy8w24r

QM Twitter: https://twitter.com/HellbornQuest
Character Sheet: http://pastebin.com/rNg3Yw8m (pictures within)
Ask Languid anything: ask.fm/HellbornQM

Current Recap:

Your name is Sierra Beckhoff. You are the coolest person you know, and with one notable exception, you are probably the most badass. Currently, you are in some magical medieval realm helping some guy named Frederick pull off an inter-planar invasion scheme. You also picked up some baggage in the form of Farren, a recently orphaned girl person. You’re still not sure how to handle that.

As for your job, you’re not quite sure if your employer’s a revolutionary or a terrorist. Freddy’s enemies are offering a whole lot for you to betray him, but that might be a jerk move. Even so, however, what they have to offer is hard to resist.

You really need to figure out what you should do when the moment comes. You’re still figuring out what Frederick’s motives are, trying to pull his secrets out of him. If he’s in the right, you’re not going to count that against him. But if things don’t add up, you’ll probably be giving Jaegerstroud’s deal more thought.

Tomorrow, with any luck, you’ll get to the landwell. Unfortunately, you’ll have to make a decision that’ll piss somebody off. Should you tell Frederick about the Eclipse deal? Or do you want to keep that bit of info to yourself just in case? Either way, time’s running out.

--

You look back down the street toward the crowded inn. With all these people out, it’s tough to tell which people you should be concerned about looking at you. With the Seraphis about, you don’t know who might suspect you of being a foreigner. Too many people to worry about.

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The Story So Far: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=hellborn
First 50 Thread Summary: http://pastebin.com/DYy8w24r

QM Twitter: https://twitter.com/HellbornQuest
Character Sheet: http://pastebin.com/rNg3Yw8m (pictures within)
Ask Languid anything: ask.fm/HellbornQM

Current Recap:

Your name is Sierra Beckhoff. You are the coolest person you know, and with one notable exception, you are probably the most badass. Currently, you are in some magical medieval realm helping some guy named Frederick pull off an inter-planar invasion scheme. You also picked up some baggage in the form of Farren, a recently orphaned girl person. You’re still not sure how to handle that.

As for your job, you’re not quite sure if your employer’s a revolutionary or a terrorist. Freddy’s enemies are offering a whole lot for you to betray him, but that might be a jerk move. Even so, however, what they have to offer is hard to resist.

You really need to figure out what you should do when the moment comes. At the very least, you’ve just now discovered that the hellborn Gracie brothers, Freddy’s partners on the current job, are more or less on the level. Still more to figure out before you reach the landwell though – assuming you don’t get eaten by beetlemen or burned at the stake along the way.

----

Stress: 11/100
Sanity: 85/100

You walk alongside Scott and Alan Gracie, considering their position on the whole fighting in somebody else’s civil war. You don’t know if you would be so quick to take such big risks on such a slight chance of victory. No utopian demon-slash-human paradise is worth your time. If fighting for it gets you killed, or if it never actually pans out, you’re better off figuring out some other way to do things.

“Well,” you say after a minute of reflection, “more power to you if it works. I’ll come visit you in your new freedom states of Ettenrhine shindig.”

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50 Thread Summary: http://pastebin.com/DYy8w24r

QM Twitter: https://twitter.com/HellbornQuest
The Story So Far: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=hellborn
Character Sheet: http://pastebin.com/rNg3Yw8m (pictures within)
Ask Languid anything: ask.fm/HellbornQM

Stress: 34/100
Sanity: 83/100

Nobody’s ever asked to call you a lady before. It’s kind of flattering. (-2 Stress: 32/100) Still, you’ve managed this far without frilly name titles, and plus somebody back at camp might give you a hard time if you have Farren hovering around. Which gives you an idea.

You glance over at Farren as you pick your way back to camp through the icy woods. “Sierra’s just fine. Not even everybody with me’s supposed to know about that. But there’s another girl named Rowan – silver hair, all that – she’s definitely ‘my lady’ material.”

“Of course,” says Farren in a determined tone.

You suppress a snicker, but why quit while you’re ahead? “Oh. But really, the big knight dude you mentioned, he’s Ranthix the Terrible. You’ll want to get that one right.”
“Why is he called the Terrible?”

“Telling you would only freak you out,” you say in a bored tone. “Just roll with it.”

She gives a determined nod, and you lead her the rest of the way to camp.

Zote sits atop a rock at the edge of camp, and watches you and Farren facelessly. The girl gives the darkly cloaked robot a timid glance before turning her gaze onto the ground.

You take her to the fire Ranthix has set up. The Thul’tal crouches across from you in his human disguise, with the cleverly disguised Reeber by his side. Rax has two MRE things sit in the depths of the fire, heating up. The aroma coming off them would be enticing, if you hadn’t been snacking on beetle juice just a little earlier.

Ranthix scowls at Farren. “WHAT IS THIS?” he shouts, narrowing his eyes at you.

Reeber turns his head and trots over, nosing into Farren’s knees to figure out who she is.

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50 Thread Summary: http://pastebin.com/DYy8w24r

QM Twitter: https://twitter.com/HellbornQuest
The Story So Far: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=hellborn
Character Sheet: http://pastebin.com/rNg3Yw8m (picture included)
Ask Languid anything: ask.fm/HellbornQM

HP: 24/28
PP: 3/33
Stress: 34/100
Sanity: 84/100
Bloodlust: Satiated

You’re about to answer Ranthix’s question, but the girl beats you to it. “I’m not supposed to be anybody,” she says, prying her eyes away from her burning home. “I’m just… Farren.”

“She was holed up in her house,” you say, jerking a thumb in the direction of the building. “Kind of sucks a lot.”

Ranthix scowls at your sympathy. “Houses can be rebuilt,” he tells you, turning to glare at the villager. “Where are your demon-battling imitation Seraphim, spawnling? They should be swarming over the opportunity to crush beetle heads.”

She seems unsure. “I’ve heard… well, I think…”

“Tell me what you know, not what you think,” he demands.

But yelling at people bad stuff’s just happened to doesn’t seem like something that’s okay. “Hey dude, chill out,” you order, narrowing your eyes at him.

Ranthix glowers at you, but doesn’t press the issue.

Farren looks frightened between you and the towering form of the Thul’tal. “Most of them went to fight the Blood Knights in the South,” she says. “But… but a band of Seraphis passed through town going north. They said to watch out for the beetlemen, but I don’t think anyone’s seen so many in years.”

Orias seems disturbed by this news. “How long ago did they pass through?” he asks carefully.

“Perhaps a week ago?” says Farren.

“And when’s the last time anyone came through from the north?” he asks, carefully resting the butt of his rifle on the ground.

“Two weeks ago. Travelers usually come in daily, so I knew something was wrong, but I didn’t think…”

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QM Twitter: https://twitter.com/HellbornQuest
The Story So Far: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=hellborn
Character Sheet: http://pastebin.com/rNg3Yw8m (picture included)
Ask Languid anything: ask.fm/HellbornQM

HP: 26/28
PP: 17/33
Stress: 24/100
Sanity: 85/100
Bloodlust: Satiated

You ghost over toward Orias. When you enter his line of sight, you find yourself limited to moving with strict respect to geometry. You walk over, a slight swagger in your step.

Though the terribleness of the whole situation isn’t lost on you, you’re still on a high after chopping stuff up with your unholy lightning sword. “Have you tried the licorice blood? It’s like.” You whip a set of claws over the top of your head. “Whoosh.”

Orias takes the ramrod out of his rifle and stows it in a case on his back. “I haven’t partaken of these beetlemen, but their blood does have a particular effect,” he says. He looks into the distance, as if trying to make something out. “Are you ready to route the fiends?”

“Hold the phone,” you say, looking at the town and shifting your perspective. “Let me see what’s going down.”

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QM Twitter: https://twitter.com/HellbornQuest
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Character Sheet: http://pastebin.com/rNg3Yw8m (picture included)
Ask Languid anything: ask.fm/HellbornQM

You and Rowan head into the parking garage to the pre-arranged meeting location, and start climbing stairs. Coming out of the stairwell, you find that though vehicles pack every level, the top floor (and place of meeting) is completely empty, without a single vehicle in sight.

Four figures stand in the middle of the garage floor, two of which are the bulky muscled Gracie brothers, the half-Stygian hellborn dudes. The tallish, whippish one is Frederick, and the shorter, stockier one standing next to him is probably Zote.

As you approach, Zote looks up, his glass eye-plates seeming to catch the light. The robot’s wearing a loose black travel cloak with hood, probably good for hiding the fact he’s a flipping robot. Freddy’s got a similar looking cloak, though Scott and Alan Gracie are just in regular jeans and hunting jackets, though with sturdy boots. You don’t feel so out of place with your less than Renaissance style clothing.

Frederick waves you over. “I’m glad you’re here. We’re almost read to leave.”

Alan Gracie, his hands thrust deep into the pockets of his hunting jacket, gives Rowan a suspicious look. “Who’s this?” he asks.

Rowan looks to you for a lead. You may want to be careful here, given the Gracies have had negative experiences with Isaac in the past.

>Ro’s demonbane.
>She’s one of my friends.
>This is my sister, kind of. It’s complicated.
>Let Rowan make up her own excuses. She’s the one that wanted to come along in the first place.
>Where's Ranthix? It's six o'clock.
>So how is this working exactly? You have like, a scroll of town portal or something?
>How'd you get the whole floor cleared off?
>Ask stuff (?)
>Other (?)

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QM Twitter: https://twitter.com/HellbornQuest
The Story So Far: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=hellborn
Character Sheet: http://pastebin.com/rNg3Yw8m (picture included)
Ask Languid anything: ask.fm/HellbornQM

Nobody tries to talk to you or attack on the way home, leaving you with your thoughts. You can’t get over how awkward Orias was – it’s like he could barely speak, but when he did, he was all super intense and talked at you instead of to you. It was way weird.

Him being a demon doesn’t really explain it. You don’t think demonishness includes the power of being bad with social situations. That’s just people stuff.

Maybe he’s just weird around you because you’re the Imperiate. Everybody who’s a member of your mom’s fan club can’t bend over backwards fast enough for you. Like Ranthix. Except he doesn’t really bend over backwards so much. It’s more like he tries to break your back by making you bend over backwards. But Xathix and Xanissil, they do the backwards bending thing.

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Character Sheet: http://pastebin.com/rNg3Yw8m (picture included)
Ask Languid anything: ask.fm/HellbornQM

You glance back at Xathix, who still wears a very serious expression. “What are you so happy about?” you ask.

He looks down at you, taken off guard by the question. He sheathes his short sword and answers, speaking slowly. “It pleaseth me to act for thy advantage, thy Terror,” he replies, the positive feeling faded into careful neutrality.

“Cool,” you say. You can get that, you guess. Xath and Xan ditched everything to come here and be with the real Imperiate, so you suppose they’d be all about that honorable service or whatever. “Well nice catch back there. I mean, I know I said I didn’t need guards, but it’s kind of cool to get… guarded. You know, besides by Reeber.”

Reeber doesn’t hear you. He’s busy nosing around a row of shrubbery.

You furrow your brow. “Might not want to mention this to Ranthix though. He’s all about me womaning up and fighting my own battles or whatever. Or I guess I should ask him about it. Or… yeah.”

Xathix has trouble following both your speech and your train of thought, but he tries.

“By the way, what have you been up to since you got here? You know, besides stalking me or whatever.”

Xathix bristles at the question. “We do not ‘stalk’ thee, we maintain vigilance about thee,” he answers gruffly. “I have heard tell of the insulting attempts on thy life – a houndmaster of all things dares directly attack thy person? Thou art above such petty rabble.”

“Yeah, tell me about it, that petty rabble’s always getting me down,” you say dismissively.

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You’ve never stopped to think about if telling your friends was right or wrong. You’ve always taken the practical view of whether they’ll freak out or not, which doesn’t necessarily correlate with moral reasoning.

“That’s a stupid question,” you answer. “It’s a little late to worry about that kind of thing now.”

Rowan rolls her eyes. “That’s not what I mean,” she says.

You concentrate on driving for a bit before answering. “I don’t know,” you say, unwilling to philosophize on the subject. “I guess it depends on them.”

With that said, the two of you fall into a comfortable silence. Either way it’s out of your hands now.

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A few hours later, you get a call from Frederick double checking your readiness for the job tomorrow. He’s got everything on his side of the fence hammered out. You’re going to leave at 6:00 PM from downtown and then… well. You don’t really know what happens after that. All you have is an itinerary and a list of places you have to travel through to get to the extra-dimensional freedom fighter’s landwell.

Rowan’s excited about the whole trip, though you don’t think she’s mentioned it to Isaac yet. Maybe she’s not going to mention it to Isaac? You feel like you’ve somehow become a piece in her game against her father, but you’re not sure if you really care. Whatever business is going down between the two, that’s their business. You’re just happy to have somebody along you can trust, who is also not Ranthix.

Speaking of Ranthix, he gives you a call right after you get off the line with Derek. You sit up on your bed and, with some curiosity, answer the call. “What’s up?” you say.

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“It still pisses me off that you didn’t freak out over Ro,” you tell Baron. “I mean, turns out she’s half bird. Crazy. But I flash a little bit of claw, and you bail out.”

“Okay, I’m sorry about that. She just… I really don’t have an excuse,” he says, obviously choosing to avoid explanation. “I shouldn’t have even been surprised. You looked spot on like your devil drawings.”

“Well duh,” you say. “But I don’t get why you had to freak out even if you didn’t. Rowan straight up told you that we’re not like, theologically related or anything,” you add. “It’s not like I’m going to steal your soul or like, make you sign blood oaths and stuff.”

“Yeah, I really can’t see you trying to pull something like that off,” says Baron, still looking pained. “I don’t have anything to say for myself except I’m sorry.”

You scrutinize Baron’s chagrined expression, trying to sense any kind of wavering insincerity that you should seize on. In the end, you determine the feelings you’re picking up from him and his general sincerity is sufficient for now. “All right,” you pronounce, sitting back in your chair a bit and glancing back to the fire.

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You sit alone in the dark on your fallen tree, trying to figure out what you should do. Maybe you need to go back to camp and like, you don’t know. Thinking about it is not something you want to do, because now you’re thinking about the un-friend-like feelings you felt from your friends when they saw you without your fake facade.

You’ll give them some time to get over themselves, and you’ll give yourself time to get over them too. All things considered, you not being there should be easier and better. And stuff.

In the meantime, you can just like, be the landmaster or something. After all, this is your forest. Or you’re like, the guardian of it? You still don’t really get the whole thing, now that you think about it. Maybe you’ll just chill here overnight, right on this tree, and like, get in touch with your inner natural land magic self or something. Seems as good a way as any to take your mind off recent events.

As you try to get comfortable for a protracted self-reflecting session, the shadows continue murmuring softly in the background.

Wait just one minute. The shadows here, right now, are the same ones that were there, on that day. Without really thinking about it, you pull out your wallet and extract the picture. Well, a copy of the picture – the real picture’s in a frame on your dresser – and look intently at it. You stare at the crisp, smooth face of the photographic paper, which appears utterly blank and featureless to your shadow sight.

Oh yeah. Photos don’t have much in the way of textures on them. Your shadow sight’s not really the way to go on this. You put the picture away and stare out into the still forest, instead concentrating on the shadows.

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Seeing Baron and Vikrama more or less deprived of words, you put your hands on your hips and give them a last suspicious look. “So, everybody’s all right with this?” you say. “Ro’s got like, wings and a halo and stuff. Not really different.”

“Yeah, right,” says Baron, his voice strained. “Totally normal.”

You let out a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding. “Well good. Because you know, for a second I was like, a little worried and stuff that you’d spazz out or uh. You know.” They handled the whole Rowan thing pretty damn well, which is good, because they also need to handle the whole Sierra thing pretty damn well too, preferably while the night is young. Or late. Whatever.

Vikrama turns around at your comment and chuckles. “What did you think we’d do?”

“Worst case scenario, fall down and start worshipping me,” says Rowan. “I’m not really good at managing acolytes.”

You snigger to yourself at the remark. “So, you know, pretty obvious, but don’t tell anybody,” you tell Baron and Vik.

“Is there something that would happen if we did?” Baron asks. “I mean, is there some kind of secret society that hides the truth from the world?”

“Not really,” Rowan answers, sitting back down in her camping chair, wings hanging over the back.

“It’s like X-files,” you chip in. “The truth’s out there, but everybody’s Scully.”

Vikrama sits back down next to Rowan, energized from the entire situation. “I always expected something like this to happen,” she says, beaming.

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You press your forehead to the window and stare at the little pieces of ocean you can see from the road. Your friends are all chatty and excited about camping, and rightfully so, but you need to keep your guard up. It’s been several days since your last kill and its starting to catch up to you.

It isn’t so bad, and certainly nothing you haven’t dealt with before. On the other hand, you have an hour long drive ahead of you, and you’re going to be packed into a metal box with giggly persons the whole time. You don’t want to snap and start being unruly, so you try to keep to yourself and keep your brain not thinking about anything that requires thinking about.

Baron and Vikrama direct a few comments at you, but you give only token answers. You’re vaguely aware of Rowan making up some excuse on your behalf, accrediting your weird mood to a migraine or whatever. It’s close enough to the truth, you suppose.

Anyway, you get through the rest of the trip without acting up, but it isn’t easy. (+4 Stress: 30/100)

A long time later Rowan pulls into an isolated camping spot. You recognize the place, in a literal and also metaphysical sense. Borislav’s cabin is only a half-mile to the north.

When everybody climbs out, you do the same. You feel the presence of the old trees as soon as your feet touch the ground. The earth here is alive – its not the same bustling energy as the city. It’s slower and deeper, less of a surface rush and more of a strong undercurrent. You get the impression that the forest is aware of your presence. Or maybe not aware, but at least reacting.

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“Nobody except the Imperiate,” you tell Alan, moving over to Zote’s side to get a closer look at the map. It’s crinkled and smells vaguely of mildew. Faded ink marks the limits of mountain ranges and oceans with which you’re unfamiliar.

Alan doesn’t recognize the term. “The what?”

“You know,” you say, squinting suspiciously at him, “the infallible harbinger of chaos. Hell’s big cahuna. There’s a bunch of weirdness about it, but basically Ranthix and all the chaos knights don’t do anything unless the Imperiate says so. Didn’t Nabuth tell you why he was here or whatever?”

Alan makes a serious face. “Nabuth kept to himself.”

Frederick joins you by the map, but instead of showing you the business, he jumps into the conversation. “So this Imperiate must have a reason for having one of his knights in the region,” he observes, probably paranoid about hellish plots or whatever.

“Well no, the Imperiate died,” you say. “There’s politics and stuff. Look, let’s stick to business here, all right?”

Frederick nods, then looks to Zote. The robot thing looks up, adjusts his officer’s cap, and steps away from the table. Once he’s got maneuvering room, he points to the map, his expression and demeanor becoming serious. He taps a finger on the map, next to a little dot labeled in scripty text difficult to read. It’s by a crescent shaped shoreline of some land-locked sea, as far as you can tell.

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Ugh. Baron thinks he screwed up or something, but really, this is mostly your fault for being dumb. Just because everybody else gets to be like, all dancey and cuddley, doesn’t mean you can be something you’re not. You’ve always got to deal with you, and the you you have to deal with isn’t the you other people have to deal with. (+3 Stress: 61/100)

You make a frustrated sound and clear the hair from your eyes. “Hey. I wanted to dance, right? Don’t get all mopey on me,” you tell Baron, annoyed with everything. “You seriously didn’t even do anything. It was my fault.”

You can feel your words paining him further, but outwardly, he just smiles and shakes his head. “Sierra. You don’t have to appease me,” he says. “I mean, this is just a high school dance. I want you to have fun. If you feel like you’re being caged or something, I don’t know, nobody cares if you just go do you own thing. You don’t have to hang around me all night.”

He’s still not getting it. “No, it’s not like, like that, okay?” you say, starting to get more than a little mad. (+1 Stress: 62/100)

Baron is unconvinced. “Don’t worry about it. We’re friends, you don’t have to justify yourself to me,” he says.

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You start laughing nervously. But as soon as you realize that’s what you’re doing, you cut yourself short. (+2 Stress: 28/100)

“They’re here?” Rowan asks.

Cassandra answer with a smile.

Rowan stands before you realize you need to do the same, and heads out the door. Cass lets the two of you head to the stairs. Ro goes down first, and you follow.

The first few steps are a little difficult for some reason, but you affix a vice grip on the railing and keep going anyway.

Will comes into view first. You haven’t seen him since New Years, now that you’re thinking about it. He’s dressed to the nines in a silvery gray tuxedo, which makes him look even leaner and speedier than you expected. The way his hair’s styled back and the solemnness of his cold blue eyes lends him a strangely aquatic look. He flashes you a brief look returning to Ro.

Then you see Baron. Now, the thing is, Baron’s always had looks going for him. But the other thing is that him being a goofball nullified those particular charms. Except right now, he’s laying down quite the impression to the contrary. He’s traded out his beaten up hoodie and jeans for a pitch black tux, with a crimson vest and tie, as well as one of those little pocket dealios. He’s got his hair in a downy, feathery style. It looks so soft you can almost feel it with your eyes.

Isaac flanks both of them with a camera, with a look of utmost concentration on his face as he films the event, with Harvey looking on.

Ro hits the bottom of the stairs and glares at him. “Ugh. Dad, turn the camera off!”

“You’d better do it,” Harvey advises, gleaning something from the unspoken threat in Ro’s voice.

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With a potential job offer in mind, you return to dessert to feast on cheesecake. A place called the Cheesecake Factory certainly lives up to the name. Eventually when nobody can eat anymore, it is decided that it’s time to leave.

As everybody’s waiting for an elevator, you step out to the side to compose your thoughts. As far as birthdays go, this one takes the cake. Or should you say… cheesecake? And it’s not even really over yet. You still have a do anything you want wish. Maybe you’ll use it to go to Alcatraz. You’ve heard some pretty wild things about that place – stuff you’d like to see first hand.

Anyway, it’s not like it’s hard to beat out previous birthdays. This one’s better attended and has a much better gift-value-to-person ratio. Gift value being how much you value the gifts, not necessarily their worth. Also, the cake was good.

You feel a knot of frustration, nervousness, and embarrassment coming your way. You turn around and see Baron. He’s actually kind of dressed up, now that you’re thinking about it. Newish jeans and a stylish sweater. He smiles sheepishly at you. “Hey,” he says.

You can tell he was hoping to sneak up on you so he’d get the first word. It didn’t happen.

>Look, forget it. I just…. It’s cool, whatever.
>You’re lucky I like dances.
>That better have not been your real present.
>You’re an idiot.
>I can’t believe you’d just like, make a fucking joke about the pool thing.
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