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Jorbin Axethrower
Monday, August 5, 2013
Monday, April 15, 2013
Project Deep Access
Report 21B - Progress on Project Deep Access Stalled
Report prepared by Dr. Alan Boyle
Special Projects Liaison for Pan-Dimensional Corps and Border Corps Divisions of Void Sciences
Prepared as a supplement to Progenitor Project Bolt Cutter
Deep Access appears to have failed. Our efforts to pierce the hard limit wall between our dimension and the seventh identified dimension have, thus far, been unsuccessful. Unlike the barrier between our dimension and the fifth dimension, which is largely permeable, this barrier appears to be impassable.
Direct contact is impossible because of the redefinitions involved in our conventional, quantum and unified models of physical interactions. We are theorizing that access to the sixth dimension directly may allow us to breach this defense (as any device that is moved between 3 and 6 will, by merit of Ray's Time-Cube Theorem, will maintain its 3rd dimensional properties).
We are therefore requesting any extent data on Project Bolt Cutter be transferred to our Atlanta research center immediately. As a token of good faith we would also like to offer two internship positions to anyone from your division. As you know this project has the highest priority and clearance levels.
We are also requesting the assistance of Void Sciences in preparation for transit. I understand they have an interesting theory regarding the effects of multiple, concurrent, nuclear detonations on dimensional barriers which may prove useful in the creation of a temporary breaching agent.
We all stand to benefit from finding out what's in this Pandora's box - preliminary models show that light and sound degradation is so slow that we may be able to glimpse images or record sound from the dawn of the age of man.
Say hello to Stephen for me.
Tuesday, March 26, 2013
The Prophecy of the Garou Apocalypse
Out of game note - this will be considered cannon, regardless of what actually got said in the last game session.
"According to the Garou wise-men and the visions granted to the earliest of our kind, just after the betrayal of Father Wolf, the end of days will be heralded by the fulfillment of the five prophecies. Each prophecy has been passed down for many thousands of years, in many tongues and many interpretations.
The first of these prophecies tells of the appearance of a blood red star in the skies above the Umbra, or spirit-world. This star will cut through the gauntlet between our world and the world of shadows and reveal itself. The blood star will have an effect on all creatures who carry strength in their blood. The Garou will no longer pass their gifts. The servants of Set will no longer receive sustenance from mortal blood.
Once the borders between this world and the spirit world fail our elders tell of the return of the lost. Sometimes, creatures far more alien than can be imagined, slip into our world through a great hedge maze. Once through the hedge they steal mortals and make them servants in a land far away. Legend tells many tales of babes taken in their sleep, of men replaced with crude copies who look, talk and act like men but are not. Once the edges of our space begin to fail these lost will find a way back, bringing along with them the changes they've undergone and inviting incursions into our world.
The next prophecy tells of a lost tower somewhere beyond the borders of our reality. This tower defines the edge of a vast nothingness and stands to guard our world from what lies beyond, in the unknown. This tower will begin its collapse when the gauntlet falls, great portions of its ancient walls collapsing. When it finally fails and crashes down the cliff face into the void it will herald a time of things unseen. The dead will walk, things from the abyss will rise and those who have not ruled in power since before the dawn of memory will awaken to take what they believe is theirs.
The next prophecy tells of the black spiral. Garou who have lost themselves to the rage in their blood follow the path known as the black spiral dance. More Garou will succumb to the temptation to eschew their mortal forms for the form of rage and combat. As they loose themselves upon creation they will create further chaos until all Garou burn out like a dying star. Other creatures tell similar tales. The servants of Set tell of the rise of the ancient ones whose hunger will be sated on the blood of lesser monsters.
The final prophecy is Apocalypse itself. The destruction heralded by the end our our age, the twelfth age of Gaia. The sun will be consumed by a great power who will weld the blood star as a weapon to erase all reality."
"According to the Garou wise-men and the visions granted to the earliest of our kind, just after the betrayal of Father Wolf, the end of days will be heralded by the fulfillment of the five prophecies. Each prophecy has been passed down for many thousands of years, in many tongues and many interpretations.
The first of these prophecies tells of the appearance of a blood red star in the skies above the Umbra, or spirit-world. This star will cut through the gauntlet between our world and the world of shadows and reveal itself. The blood star will have an effect on all creatures who carry strength in their blood. The Garou will no longer pass their gifts. The servants of Set will no longer receive sustenance from mortal blood.
Once the borders between this world and the spirit world fail our elders tell of the return of the lost. Sometimes, creatures far more alien than can be imagined, slip into our world through a great hedge maze. Once through the hedge they steal mortals and make them servants in a land far away. Legend tells many tales of babes taken in their sleep, of men replaced with crude copies who look, talk and act like men but are not. Once the edges of our space begin to fail these lost will find a way back, bringing along with them the changes they've undergone and inviting incursions into our world.
The next prophecy tells of a lost tower somewhere beyond the borders of our reality. This tower defines the edge of a vast nothingness and stands to guard our world from what lies beyond, in the unknown. This tower will begin its collapse when the gauntlet falls, great portions of its ancient walls collapsing. When it finally fails and crashes down the cliff face into the void it will herald a time of things unseen. The dead will walk, things from the abyss will rise and those who have not ruled in power since before the dawn of memory will awaken to take what they believe is theirs.
The next prophecy tells of the black spiral. Garou who have lost themselves to the rage in their blood follow the path known as the black spiral dance. More Garou will succumb to the temptation to eschew their mortal forms for the form of rage and combat. As they loose themselves upon creation they will create further chaos until all Garou burn out like a dying star. Other creatures tell similar tales. The servants of Set tell of the rise of the ancient ones whose hunger will be sated on the blood of lesser monsters.
The final prophecy is Apocalypse itself. The destruction heralded by the end our our age, the twelfth age of Gaia. The sun will be consumed by a great power who will weld the blood star as a weapon to erase all reality."
Monday, March 25, 2013
[...partial transmission...]
[...feed disrupted...]
{isolating frequency, encryption failure}
++++ attempting re-establishment of feed encryption ++++
"response. Contact has been made with the deviants. They have a form-morph. Entire form-morph cabal neutralized except for fugitive member. Uncertain of condition of coded disc or extent of knowledge. Phased units engaged with neutralizing rounds, unable to pacify. Unable to destroy form-morph. One member of deviant team captured in phase state by Tracker unit. Recommend deployment of additional Tracker assets. Large scale strike will"
++++ re-established feed encryption++++
{frequency isolated, encryption in place}
[resume normal feed, loss estimated at 6 seconds]
AUTOMATED CONTAINMENT RESPONSE INITIATED BY AI-14 v 11.43.2b at 0418:12:11
{isolating frequency, encryption failure}
++++ attempting re-establishment of feed encryption ++++
"response. Contact has been made with the deviants. They have a form-morph. Entire form-morph cabal neutralized except for fugitive member. Uncertain of condition of coded disc or extent of knowledge. Phased units engaged with neutralizing rounds, unable to pacify. Unable to destroy form-morph. One member of deviant team captured in phase state by Tracker unit. Recommend deployment of additional Tracker assets. Large scale strike will"
++++ re-established feed encryption++++
{frequency isolated, encryption in place}
[resume normal feed, loss estimated at 6 seconds]
AUTOMATED CONTAINMENT RESPONSE INITIATED BY AI-14 v 11.43.2b at 0418:12:11
Friday, February 15, 2013
Monday, February 4, 2013
...or so we thought.
Both the bread truck and the cop car are way to jacked up to go another mile. There was a man with a dog who came out of the dark from the north and approached the scene of the fire fight near the end. I noticed him and and began trying to chase him off for his safety, assuming he was a local farmer coming to investigate the commotion. I even fired a couple of warning shots in his direction to try to get keep him from wandering into the crossfire. I realized something was different about this guy when even after being shot at, it was the farmer who was trying to guide us back to safety. Everything happened so fast, and memories are hazy, but for a moment, it seemed like the dog got into the fray and may have helped us defeat the zombie cops, though no one can remember exactly how.
The farmer and his dog are still nearby when we realize we're not going anywhere unless it's on foot. After speaking to him, and noticing his less than conventional attire and accent, we realize he's not a farmer, but likely a Native American. He offers to take us back to his tribe which, we discover later, consists of three other people and the dog. Strangely, the others don't appear to be entirely Native American, if at all. We rest and rejuvinate for the night, getting as much information as we can from our generous host, which turns out to be little. He tells us that this tribe is assigned to patrol this area of the desert, though he won't say why exactly, and crypitcally insinuates that this "assignment," so to speak, isn't permanent.
We tell the tribe of the events of the past 48 hours and tell them we are on our way to Las Vegas to the next Trinity Convention to see what we can find out, and to see what, if anything we can do with this hard drive. The tribe makes us an intriguing offer: they say they can help if we undergo, and complete a "spirit quest." This sounds fun to me and I assume we're going to take a bite of peyote and a sip of fire water and trip balls for the afternoon. But they tell us it is entirely possible that we, some or all of us, may not make it back from the quest. Even so, our two options right now are to take this spirit quest, or to try to walk the rest of the way to Las Vegas, which if memory serves, was still several hours away by car.
After a night's rest, the tribe takes us to the mouth of a cave. They tell us to descend to the bottom (about a thirty feet down) and follow the walls around until we come to a little house. Inside the house will be a cup that we should all drink from, and the quest would begin. Then they told us merely to find the cat, and the cat would give us our quest. We all made it down, but as soon as we got to the bottom we began hearing sounds like rats. We caught glimpses of them with our flashlight and they seemed both massive and arriving in large numbers. After a moment of confusion and a couple of drawn weapons, we decided to make a run for it, while Bob was covering us with the AK-47. As we ran, the shots from AK were getting more and more distant, and soon they were just muffled pops. By the time we made it to the house, the shots had stopped completely, and we realized that Bob wasn't going to be on the quest with us.
Inside the the house we found the cup and imbibed its contents. We stepped back out of the house and were still in the cave, yet it was somehow different. There was light coming through an opening about a hundred feet above us. There was also now a stream flowing through the cave and some unhealthy looking trees in the distance. We were approached by a rabbit who made a request.
The rabbit showed us the dying trees and a patchwork of yellow and brown grass. He said he and the rest of the rabbits needed shelter and grass to eat, otherwise they would slowly die out. He said the trees were too far away from the stream and the sunlight, but if we could move them closer together, the trees would grow healthy, the grass would grow thick, and the rabbits would survive. When we asked incredulously how we were supposed to move either the trees or the stream, the rabbit suggested we talk to the Mountain, as he felt it was the Mountain who had been causing the distress.
While Jen and I stood dumbfounded, Phil jumped right into action and called out to the Mountain, which to our amazement, answered. Phil asked Mountain if he could divert the stream, and bring sunlight to the trees. The request angered Mountain so greatly, he nearly collapsed on us. Mountain said the trees were parasites, and that they stole his water after he was kind enough to let them live in him. Phil made the genius argument that the trees' deep roots help hold Mountain and keep him strong, and without strong trees, Mountain himself would be at risk of crumbling. Mountain saw the wisdom in this and with a mighty shaking of the ground, Mountain diverted the river to run next to the trees, and he opened himself at the top so that the trees would receive the sunlight. Within minutes, the trees began to perk up and grass began to flourish.
The rabbit from before came back over to us to thank us. We asked him if he could take us to the cat. As we looked on, a magically lighted path illuminated its way deep into the cave. We follwed it for what seemed like an hour, and had we turned back, there was no chance we could have found our way back to the house. We finally came upon the cat, who appeared to have been recently sleeping, but was stretching itself awake as though it was expecting us. We told him we had been sent to seek him out for our quest and he replied we must bring him a rabbit to eat. We implored that we would not be able to find our way back to the rabbits, and even if we did, we certainly couldn't get back here, for the lighted path had disappeared. The Cat looked at an opening about ten feet above him and said he wanted a rabbit from the outside. We climbed through the opening and found ourselves in the desert. Cat, who we didn't notice climbing up behind us, pointed to an oasis about a hundred yards away, and told us the rabbits lived there.
We set off to the oasis and made it about halfway there. Then we realized that for some reason we were not getting there as fast as we should. We looked behind us and saw that while the oasis was fifty yards away, Cat and his den were at leat 400 yards away! We stopped and considered the problem, realizing we could soon succumb to dehydration. We attempted call out to the Desert to allow us to pass, but the Desert seemed only interested in absorbing our blood. To this moment, I have no recollection how we made it to the oasis. I remember being sucked down into the sand and panicing, and I remember finding myself in the oasis a little roughed up, but mostly unharmed. Perhaps Jen or Phil has a clearer picture of what happened. When we were all in the oasis, we found plenty of rabbits scurrying around. Thankfully, none of them seemed to talk or even be intelligent like the ones inside the cave, or I might have had difficulty turning one over to Cat. We managed to scoop a rabbit up in a satchel we had brought and we were were staring out across the desert, thinking about how we would cross, and wether or not it would even be possible to get back to Cat, when suddenly, Cat appeared behind us there in the oasis. We opened the satchel, and Cat seemed thrilled that we had not killed the rabbit (Jen and I had discussed whether or not to kill it, and decided not to, since Cat may have wanted the honor himself). Cat pounced on the rabbit and toyed with it for several minutes before finally putting it out of its misery. He then devoured the rabbit and promptly fell asleep, seemingly forgetting about us. About an hour later, he awoke and addressed us. He thanked us for the rabbit he told us he had granted us new abilities. I can't speak for Phil or Jen, but at this point I blacked out. When I came to, we were with the tribe. I felt quite refreshed as if I had the best night's sleep in my life...certainly the best since that Trinity conference.
The farmer and his dog are still nearby when we realize we're not going anywhere unless it's on foot. After speaking to him, and noticing his less than conventional attire and accent, we realize he's not a farmer, but likely a Native American. He offers to take us back to his tribe which, we discover later, consists of three other people and the dog. Strangely, the others don't appear to be entirely Native American, if at all. We rest and rejuvinate for the night, getting as much information as we can from our generous host, which turns out to be little. He tells us that this tribe is assigned to patrol this area of the desert, though he won't say why exactly, and crypitcally insinuates that this "assignment," so to speak, isn't permanent.
We tell the tribe of the events of the past 48 hours and tell them we are on our way to Las Vegas to the next Trinity Convention to see what we can find out, and to see what, if anything we can do with this hard drive. The tribe makes us an intriguing offer: they say they can help if we undergo, and complete a "spirit quest." This sounds fun to me and I assume we're going to take a bite of peyote and a sip of fire water and trip balls for the afternoon. But they tell us it is entirely possible that we, some or all of us, may not make it back from the quest. Even so, our two options right now are to take this spirit quest, or to try to walk the rest of the way to Las Vegas, which if memory serves, was still several hours away by car.
After a night's rest, the tribe takes us to the mouth of a cave. They tell us to descend to the bottom (about a thirty feet down) and follow the walls around until we come to a little house. Inside the house will be a cup that we should all drink from, and the quest would begin. Then they told us merely to find the cat, and the cat would give us our quest. We all made it down, but as soon as we got to the bottom we began hearing sounds like rats. We caught glimpses of them with our flashlight and they seemed both massive and arriving in large numbers. After a moment of confusion and a couple of drawn weapons, we decided to make a run for it, while Bob was covering us with the AK-47. As we ran, the shots from AK were getting more and more distant, and soon they were just muffled pops. By the time we made it to the house, the shots had stopped completely, and we realized that Bob wasn't going to be on the quest with us.
Inside the the house we found the cup and imbibed its contents. We stepped back out of the house and were still in the cave, yet it was somehow different. There was light coming through an opening about a hundred feet above us. There was also now a stream flowing through the cave and some unhealthy looking trees in the distance. We were approached by a rabbit who made a request.
The rabbit showed us the dying trees and a patchwork of yellow and brown grass. He said he and the rest of the rabbits needed shelter and grass to eat, otherwise they would slowly die out. He said the trees were too far away from the stream and the sunlight, but if we could move them closer together, the trees would grow healthy, the grass would grow thick, and the rabbits would survive. When we asked incredulously how we were supposed to move either the trees or the stream, the rabbit suggested we talk to the Mountain, as he felt it was the Mountain who had been causing the distress.
While Jen and I stood dumbfounded, Phil jumped right into action and called out to the Mountain, which to our amazement, answered. Phil asked Mountain if he could divert the stream, and bring sunlight to the trees. The request angered Mountain so greatly, he nearly collapsed on us. Mountain said the trees were parasites, and that they stole his water after he was kind enough to let them live in him. Phil made the genius argument that the trees' deep roots help hold Mountain and keep him strong, and without strong trees, Mountain himself would be at risk of crumbling. Mountain saw the wisdom in this and with a mighty shaking of the ground, Mountain diverted the river to run next to the trees, and he opened himself at the top so that the trees would receive the sunlight. Within minutes, the trees began to perk up and grass began to flourish.
The rabbit from before came back over to us to thank us. We asked him if he could take us to the cat. As we looked on, a magically lighted path illuminated its way deep into the cave. We follwed it for what seemed like an hour, and had we turned back, there was no chance we could have found our way back to the house. We finally came upon the cat, who appeared to have been recently sleeping, but was stretching itself awake as though it was expecting us. We told him we had been sent to seek him out for our quest and he replied we must bring him a rabbit to eat. We implored that we would not be able to find our way back to the rabbits, and even if we did, we certainly couldn't get back here, for the lighted path had disappeared. The Cat looked at an opening about ten feet above him and said he wanted a rabbit from the outside. We climbed through the opening and found ourselves in the desert. Cat, who we didn't notice climbing up behind us, pointed to an oasis about a hundred yards away, and told us the rabbits lived there.
We set off to the oasis and made it about halfway there. Then we realized that for some reason we were not getting there as fast as we should. We looked behind us and saw that while the oasis was fifty yards away, Cat and his den were at leat 400 yards away! We stopped and considered the problem, realizing we could soon succumb to dehydration. We attempted call out to the Desert to allow us to pass, but the Desert seemed only interested in absorbing our blood. To this moment, I have no recollection how we made it to the oasis. I remember being sucked down into the sand and panicing, and I remember finding myself in the oasis a little roughed up, but mostly unharmed. Perhaps Jen or Phil has a clearer picture of what happened. When we were all in the oasis, we found plenty of rabbits scurrying around. Thankfully, none of them seemed to talk or even be intelligent like the ones inside the cave, or I might have had difficulty turning one over to Cat. We managed to scoop a rabbit up in a satchel we had brought and we were were staring out across the desert, thinking about how we would cross, and wether or not it would even be possible to get back to Cat, when suddenly, Cat appeared behind us there in the oasis. We opened the satchel, and Cat seemed thrilled that we had not killed the rabbit (Jen and I had discussed whether or not to kill it, and decided not to, since Cat may have wanted the honor himself). Cat pounced on the rabbit and toyed with it for several minutes before finally putting it out of its misery. He then devoured the rabbit and promptly fell asleep, seemingly forgetting about us. About an hour later, he awoke and addressed us. He thanked us for the rabbit he told us he had granted us new abilities. I can't speak for Phil or Jen, but at this point I blacked out. When I came to, we were with the tribe. I felt quite refreshed as if I had the best night's sleep in my life...certainly the best since that Trinity conference.
Friday, January 11, 2013
As the Watchmen of Waterdeep Sleep....our band of Adventurers enter THE WORLD OF DARKNESS
We awake to find ourselves at a technology conference in Indianapolis. We are no longer who we once were we are now....
Phil Raven - gigolo, muscle man.
Bob Barker - not the game show host, a valet parking attendent and driver extrordinaire.
Levi Rosen - Technology genius.
Phil Raven - gigolo, muscle man.
Jennifer Kinney - Model and Indianpolis Colts Cheerleader. This is me, I am writing this entry to chronicle the strange events happening to us. I fear I may soon be dead, or may not be me anymore and want to leave this behind for someone to possibly help us.
We are all in Indianapolis for tech conference for reasons of our own, some for work, some for play, and are unknown to each other until...
We all attend a demonstration by Trinity Medical of an exciting new machine. The machine puts the subject into a deep REM sleep and then while they sleep causes them to dream. But what is exciting is that the machine has the innate ability to interpret said dreams. It is being touted as a way to treat people with severe phobias, PTSD or other brain disorders.
The demonstration starts and this is where things get bad and memories get fuzzy. The subject, once camly sleeping, starts to appear in great distress. Writhing as if in pain and suffering. A blackness ascends upon the audience from under the stage. People panic. All hell breaks loose.
This is where I start to forget things. I was working on the stage for Trinity, basically just smiling and showing off my tits and legs, easy money. When the subject started flipping out, me and these guys who were up front, Phil and Levi, tried to help him. But it was too late, he was too far gone. Next thing I know someone up above starts shooting some kinda magic fireballs or something at the blackness coming out from under the stage. This is when I knew it was time to roll. The Trinity guy pulls some box, later I learn its a hard drive, from the machine and gives it to Phil.
Me, Phil, Levi and the hard drive take off and next thing we know this guy Bob Barker tells us to jump into his car and he starts driving like a bat out hell...
So we head to this crappy storage unit that we are calling our safehouse, just to figure out what the fuck to do at this point and try to make sense of what happened. One of the guys, I forget who, seems to remember something about taking the hard drive to someone at Trinity in Las Vegas to try and figure out what just happened. I really don't need this in my life right now, but I am too scared to do much else and I have the sense that we are now being watched, followed, hunted.
We pool our cash, max out our credit cards and buy some stuff. We pick up a box truck, which is a freaking old bread truck, with this goofy ass cartoon bread guy on the side. Bob Barker buys and AK-47 and an UZI that guy is nuts. We buy some other weapons, not sure why, none of us know how to use them, and some provisions for the trip to Vegas.
So you might be thinking to yourself, why would I just up and leave with this crew. Well if you saw what I saw, you would quickly realize that normal life as we know it, has just ended. I don't think I have much of a career anymore after this.
The next day we head out on the long 10+ hour trip to Vegas. Everything is going just fine until a cop cars flips it lights on and tries to pull us over. Its funny though, cause we look back and see that the two cops in the front seat are all bloody and dead, yet the car is still coming after us.
Phil, not the smartest one of our team, decides to start shooting at. Are you kidding me! Are we really being chased by Zombie Cops or something?!? The cop cars tires, and ours too, manage to get all shot to hell. Now we are fighting these, whatever they are, straight up. They tell us they are Mr. Gray and Mr. Orange. I try to work some of my "appeal" on them, but it doesn't work. They say they were hired to get the hard drive back and thats what they want. I try again to make them another "offer" but no dice.
A firefight ensues, I even get to shoot my new shotgun! We end up killing these dudes, but it was really freaky. There were crows too, and when they died they just kinda went poof and were gone. Phil got injured, but he should be ok.
We get back on the road with the gear from the cop car and continue on to Vegas...
So we head to this crappy storage unit that we are calling our safehouse, just to figure out what the fuck to do at this point and try to make sense of what happened. One of the guys, I forget who, seems to remember something about taking the hard drive to someone at Trinity in Las Vegas to try and figure out what just happened. I really don't need this in my life right now, but I am too scared to do much else and I have the sense that we are now being watched, followed, hunted.
We pool our cash, max out our credit cards and buy some stuff. We pick up a box truck, which is a freaking old bread truck, with this goofy ass cartoon bread guy on the side. Bob Barker buys and AK-47 and an UZI that guy is nuts. We buy some other weapons, not sure why, none of us know how to use them, and some provisions for the trip to Vegas.
So you might be thinking to yourself, why would I just up and leave with this crew. Well if you saw what I saw, you would quickly realize that normal life as we know it, has just ended. I don't think I have much of a career anymore after this.
The next day we head out on the long 10+ hour trip to Vegas. Everything is going just fine until a cop cars flips it lights on and tries to pull us over. Its funny though, cause we look back and see that the two cops in the front seat are all bloody and dead, yet the car is still coming after us.
Phil, not the smartest one of our team, decides to start shooting at. Are you kidding me! Are we really being chased by Zombie Cops or something?!? The cop cars tires, and ours too, manage to get all shot to hell. Now we are fighting these, whatever they are, straight up. They tell us they are Mr. Gray and Mr. Orange. I try to work some of my "appeal" on them, but it doesn't work. They say they were hired to get the hard drive back and thats what they want. I try again to make them another "offer" but no dice.
A firefight ensues, I even get to shoot my new shotgun! We end up killing these dudes, but it was really freaky. There were crows too, and when they died they just kinda went poof and were gone. Phil got injured, but he should be ok.
We get back on the road with the gear from the cop car and continue on to Vegas...
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