eyelessgame (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
eyelessgame) wrote2002-02-04 05:08 pm
eyelessgame) wrote2002-02-04 05:08 pm
Entry tags:
Ars Magica log, 2 sessions
Two sessions of Ars Magica, tucked behind a link...
Ars Magica a week ago: Hoo boy.
Late in winter of '03... two of the companions were walking a corridor of the covenant when a nearly-naked young red-haired woman came bolting past them carrying a large haunch of meat. The cook and a scullery boy charged past, shouting for the thief to return the food, and the consortes gave chase. The girl was too fast and too agile, however, and the chase led to Rhodri's door, which the characters heard slam shut just as they reached it.
They've been trying to get in there for ages.
But this was the breakthrough they'd been waiting for. The rest of the animal corpse would be an arcane connection to the stolen meat, and Kearney visualized the scene where the rest of the meat was: inside a spherical room with a huge blade of some sort stuck through it, with seventy-two nearly identical scantily-clad red-haired women sharing the suddenly multiplied meal.
Yipe. Were these the seventy-two demons in the demon ball?
Nothing for it but to try to get in. Keeping his concentration, Kearney was led up to Rhodri's door, where he tossed off a second spell -- viewing nearby faerie regio did nothing, so he tried magic regio, and in the magic regio Rhodri's door was open.
The party conga-lined into the sanctuary.
In regio, all the books, scrolls, chemicals etc. were essentially props -- even the spellbook on the ornate stand was blank. But the sphere was normal, except for the sword stuck through it. Since the door into the hallway (and out of regio) was still standing open, Yttrmain tried the probably-foolish maneuver of handing the spellbook out through the door, only to have it vanish from sight (and possibly from reality).
Out the barred and frosted window, they could make out a camp of some sort in the field around the covenant. This was regio, not reality, so this represented something, but what?
The sphere radiated a CrVi magic, probably the oddest recognizeable combination.
Not being fools, they sent for Timothy, though they tried everything else first before letting the supposed boy-king pull the sword from the stone. It worked, of course.
With a flash of light, the lab reverted to normalcy -- the books and scrolls and ingredients all became real. Timothy stood in the middle of the lab with the magi around him, holding a sword.
And seventy-two scantily clad red-haired women were surrounding them, some perched on bookshelves and some spilling out into the hall. A moment passed, and the women faced the boy and knelt as one.
Tests ensued. The girls made the holiness/unholiness consor nervous and awed but not ill. They didn't appear to be faeries. They spoke, if curtly. Among the first questions: "Who are you?" "We are the Fianna."
Warriors, it appeared, as a sparring match demonstrated that one Fianna could drop their best knight in seconds.
There is no current theory for what they are. The ball radiates only dim magic now, the sword appears to be nonmagical, and all seventy-two Fianna camped out in front of the covenant. More questions -- yes, at one point in their history they were 'brides of one of the three wisest kings of the East'. Settled that -- this were Solomon's seventy-two "demons", but they keep not seeming demonic, even to those nonhermetic nonmagi who were sensitive to such things.
Cerunnos seemed to expect it, though. When he was excitedly told that now the covenant had an army, his response was "Well, yes, of course, the Fianna. You didn't think we could get the Hunt out without them, did you?"
This week:
Started with some discussion over how to arm the Fianna. They do not toil, neither do they spin; they sit and wait to be ordered into battle. It seemed Tim could transfer his command to any of the magi, letting him return to his apprenticeship. Fortunately, the covenant has a metalworker, and he suddenly had a big job. The covenant's large Te vis storage was partly converted to iron for his convenience.
Their first test was reported in early spring: that old nemesis, the Hand of Glory company, was on the move again. The Fianna set out with magi as scouts and support, and they reached a point ahead of the company -- where they found Golias apparently investigating the same Hand Of Glory.
Golias was probably the single magus they least wanted to meet, save for a Quaesitor. An old and powerful Tytalus from Blackthorne, he shared the same parens as Edric, whom the PCs believe was probably Rhodri, and it's further believed Golias knew something about the diabolic artifact Rhodri/Edric absconded with twenty years ago, which was probably the very sphere whose warriors they were accompanying.
But his response was open, friendly, and pleasant. He shared information about the Hand of Glory warriors, helped them set up the ambush, and seemed unaffronted when his curiousity about the company of warrior maidens was bluntly rebuffed.
The relative strengths of the two armies was settled in short order -- thanks partly to the incredibly good ambush location chosen, the Hand of Glory undead were wiped out almost to a man, only their leader and lieutenant surviving the battle to escape into the hills.
The PCs readied to pursue them, but first Marisa had overheard Golias' soft voice, late in the fight: 'So, Edric. You were wrong after all.'
Marisa nearly lost her temper and attacked him, so desperate was she for information and so certain was she that the old Tytalus would say no more. "Are *you* telling me all that *you* know?" with a smile.
Indeed nothing of much value was extracted from him. But he volunteered that he would not have any unnecessary conversations with Iudicium.
Ars Magica a week ago: Hoo boy.
Late in winter of '03... two of the companions were walking a corridor of the covenant when a nearly-naked young red-haired woman came bolting past them carrying a large haunch of meat. The cook and a scullery boy charged past, shouting for the thief to return the food, and the consortes gave chase. The girl was too fast and too agile, however, and the chase led to Rhodri's door, which the characters heard slam shut just as they reached it.
They've been trying to get in there for ages.
But this was the breakthrough they'd been waiting for. The rest of the animal corpse would be an arcane connection to the stolen meat, and Kearney visualized the scene where the rest of the meat was: inside a spherical room with a huge blade of some sort stuck through it, with seventy-two nearly identical scantily-clad red-haired women sharing the suddenly multiplied meal.
Yipe. Were these the seventy-two demons in the demon ball?
Nothing for it but to try to get in. Keeping his concentration, Kearney was led up to Rhodri's door, where he tossed off a second spell -- viewing nearby faerie regio did nothing, so he tried magic regio, and in the magic regio Rhodri's door was open.
The party conga-lined into the sanctuary.
In regio, all the books, scrolls, chemicals etc. were essentially props -- even the spellbook on the ornate stand was blank. But the sphere was normal, except for the sword stuck through it. Since the door into the hallway (and out of regio) was still standing open, Yttrmain tried the probably-foolish maneuver of handing the spellbook out through the door, only to have it vanish from sight (and possibly from reality).
Out the barred and frosted window, they could make out a camp of some sort in the field around the covenant. This was regio, not reality, so this represented something, but what?
The sphere radiated a CrVi magic, probably the oddest recognizeable combination.
Not being fools, they sent for Timothy, though they tried everything else first before letting the supposed boy-king pull the sword from the stone. It worked, of course.
With a flash of light, the lab reverted to normalcy -- the books and scrolls and ingredients all became real. Timothy stood in the middle of the lab with the magi around him, holding a sword.
And seventy-two scantily clad red-haired women were surrounding them, some perched on bookshelves and some spilling out into the hall. A moment passed, and the women faced the boy and knelt as one.
Tests ensued. The girls made the holiness/unholiness consor nervous and awed but not ill. They didn't appear to be faeries. They spoke, if curtly. Among the first questions: "Who are you?" "We are the Fianna."
Warriors, it appeared, as a sparring match demonstrated that one Fianna could drop their best knight in seconds.
There is no current theory for what they are. The ball radiates only dim magic now, the sword appears to be nonmagical, and all seventy-two Fianna camped out in front of the covenant. More questions -- yes, at one point in their history they were 'brides of one of the three wisest kings of the East'. Settled that -- this were Solomon's seventy-two "demons", but they keep not seeming demonic, even to those nonhermetic nonmagi who were sensitive to such things.
Cerunnos seemed to expect it, though. When he was excitedly told that now the covenant had an army, his response was "Well, yes, of course, the Fianna. You didn't think we could get the Hunt out without them, did you?"
This week:
Started with some discussion over how to arm the Fianna. They do not toil, neither do they spin; they sit and wait to be ordered into battle. It seemed Tim could transfer his command to any of the magi, letting him return to his apprenticeship. Fortunately, the covenant has a metalworker, and he suddenly had a big job. The covenant's large Te vis storage was partly converted to iron for his convenience.
Their first test was reported in early spring: that old nemesis, the Hand of Glory company, was on the move again. The Fianna set out with magi as scouts and support, and they reached a point ahead of the company -- where they found Golias apparently investigating the same Hand Of Glory.
Golias was probably the single magus they least wanted to meet, save for a Quaesitor. An old and powerful Tytalus from Blackthorne, he shared the same parens as Edric, whom the PCs believe was probably Rhodri, and it's further believed Golias knew something about the diabolic artifact Rhodri/Edric absconded with twenty years ago, which was probably the very sphere whose warriors they were accompanying.
But his response was open, friendly, and pleasant. He shared information about the Hand of Glory warriors, helped them set up the ambush, and seemed unaffronted when his curiousity about the company of warrior maidens was bluntly rebuffed.
The relative strengths of the two armies was settled in short order -- thanks partly to the incredibly good ambush location chosen, the Hand of Glory undead were wiped out almost to a man, only their leader and lieutenant surviving the battle to escape into the hills.
The PCs readied to pursue them, but first Marisa had overheard Golias' soft voice, late in the fight: 'So, Edric. You were wrong after all.'
Marisa nearly lost her temper and attacked him, so desperate was she for information and so certain was she that the old Tytalus would say no more. "Are *you* telling me all that *you* know?" with a smile.
Indeed nothing of much value was extracted from him. But he volunteered that he would not have any unnecessary conversations with Iudicium.