Hello all! I’m Tarot. Well that’s not my name, but it is to you. I have taken to chronicling the stories of my young friend, Silas, and his little friends. Well just for a day or three. He’s going to be a little busy in the coming week; silly thaumaturgists and their time consuming. He thinks I am off gallivanting in the flow of time again, so this’ll be our little secret; SHHH!
A word of warning, I might switch tenses erratically, but this is to be expected from a being of time. I have impeccable grammar, but telling a story today that happened yesterday and has ramifications on tomorrow is too juicy to not take a peek or two as I bardify, and therefore I might be talking to you from the past, present, or future.
OK! Now that introductions are through, and I have thoroughly confused the dim-witted, I will get on with the historifications. Oh yeah, and my words are words, they’re just not your words, so stop complaining.
It was one week after the fight with the demon. During the week, Henry had received a mysterious steamer through the Post. It was sent from family, I believe….. Yeah, the trunk is sent due to an unfortunate tragedy. I won’t speak of it here, as that’s something that he should do, or something. See Silas? I learn!
During the week, there will be some disappearances, and not all of them are from Chicago! Oh, you don’t know that yet. Well now you do. Just keep that in mind, and pressing on.
Around midday, Knighten, that smart-aleck, went over to Krzystof’s house to do a favor for Silas. He wanted to do some scrying with the remnants of ghoul that might be on the foot, and possibly even the human pieces still in the ghoul’s digestive tract, so ne needed a swab of the foot.
Krzystof’s mother answers the door. She tells him off for coming by while he’s sleeping, and that he is a bad influence on her little Krzystof. (For good reason.) She tells him to leave, and that her little Krzystof needs time on his own to find a ‘good’ girl. And here it comes: Knighten inserting foot in mouth. ‘Oh, well I was just going to talk to him about a double date we are going on.’ Ah, the craziness that ensues. Eventually he works it out, though he has a huge problem: He promises K’s mother that ‘Anatolya’s Nina,’ whom, it turns out, is a Mob Boss’ daughter, will be going on a date with Krzystof. A clean cop and a mobster’s daughter! I should have brought a Big Gulp and Twinkies. This is perfect.
Krzystof came to the rescue, asking his mother to keep her voice down, and they went to his room. Knighten put forth Silas’ plight. (nice little bit of Olde English there, eh?) Krzystof is wary where the Time-mage is concerned, and I don’t blame him. If I weren’t so awesome, and hadn’t seen worse, I would get the heebie-jeebies from him, too. Well the best part is Knighten tried to mislead the Pollock, which is only funny ‘cause it failed miserably. Eventually they decide they need to meet with everyone, especially since there is a new member in their little troupe.
Then it was up to Knighten to make good on his promise to Krzys’ mother. It took him several hours to track the little flap-dancer down, but he finally did. He set up a date to take to the Reds and Blues club that night.
When Silas is in the picture, I’ll let him put his little diary entries in, so I’ll be quiet…. Sorta.
It was a week after the demon’s death, and I had asked Knighten to procure some trace from the severed body parts in the morgue. He went, and Krzystof requested a meeting with everyone.
We all met up at McNally’s at around six. Henry welcomed me, and I tried to apologize for being so closed off. It didn’t go over well, (That’s an understatement!) as Krzystof was very wary of me. He presented his worry, and I told him that I was committed to the cause.
I explained I needed a part of the beast we were tracking or part of its victim. I told him that I was going to use a technique very similar to one used by law enforcement in the future, which is: DNA tracking and forensic science. His ears perked up, as it were, to hear that I knew (know is such a relative term; compared to krzystof, he knew a thing or two, but it’s awful how much he really doesn’t know about Forensics) about the future of law enforcement, and decided it was a fair trade.
At that point Krzystof and Knighten were almost late for their date with a mob daughter and her friend. They thanked us all for a good time, and went outside to go. I followed them out to the car, suspecting he was going to hex it. You see, when young mages get their hands on modern technology, whatever ‘modern’ is to them, it tends to freak out. Me, for instance, I can’t use…. Well that might be messing with the timeline if I told you about my hexing issues. Knighten’s Modern is his car, among other things.
He tried to turn the engine over, and it sputtered out. He looked to me, confused, and I explained that wizards have that effect. I tried to think of a good solution without having to take the time to teach him calming techniques, but there wasn’t any great solution. I told him he was in the back seat for this date. I saw the impish grin start to seep across his face. I could tell he wouldn’t have a problem with that.
I slunk off to sleep until Krzystof called…
MAN! He’s a bit wordy don’t you agree? It took him 6 paragraphs to cover a 1 hour period of time. Dreams could be described in fewer words, and Kingdoms destroyed with even fewer.
The date between the Mob Girl and the Good Cop went well. (Oh, man, there should be a Romeo and Juliet spin off written about those two. Or even a reverse Beauty and the Beast? Or Grease?)
And everyone had a good time, well except for Knighten; he seemed to get a good slap across the face by his date. They drop the girls off at a ‘decent’ hour, (Man, the twenties were weird. ‘Decent’ hours….)
After a nap, Krzystof went to the morgue to meet up with Dr. Johnson. I’m going to do some mad TiVo action for you, so pay attention.
K: Dr Johnson?
J: I wasn’t expecting you.
K: Could we go into your, uh (points to office)
J: Yes. It could be soon but not yet that they will be attacking people, we can’t have that
K shows his new FBI badge
K: It’s secretive.
J: Spy, are you?
K: Not yet. My concern is saving lives, and my assoc have ‘unique’ skills. I would appreciate it if I could take a clean cloth and wipe it over one of the bitten legs.
J: Hmm… that would get bits of uh… stuff… what would they need with that?
K: There might be magical residue.
K: For your safety, I can’t tell you
J: Oh, of course, hush hush.
K gets the cloth, and sets up a dinner with Dr. Johnson to meet with his ‘friends.’
Aaaand… Done. How was that? Confuzzled yet? Naw, if you made it this far, that was no biggie.
This whole time Knighten, Benny, Henry and Kyle researched Ghouls. Research is boring, so I won’t get into it. If you want to know about Ghouls, just read on.
And here comes another blathering from my bud. Prepare yourselves.
After sleeping, I set up a space to do the tracking spell we would need. Krzystof called me, and I gave him the directions.
Krzystof and I talked quite a bit. I told him about future innovations in forensic science, and I used his base knowledge of facial recognition (actually discovered in the 1800s!) and the more accurate, and more common, fingerprinting. It was fun talking to him, as he was eager to hear what was to come. I tried to talk to him about the similarities between future of DNA and magical tracking spells, but he was soon lost, or lost interest, I am not sure which.
After I had the cloth, I saw that there were plenty of residues, so I separated the Ghoul from the Human, and set it up in the construct, which was a circular mirror. Some might say I am a bit theatrical, but if a mirror works, it works. Why should I try to invent some peasant version of the spell when I have the more common representation available to me?
I asked him if he wanted to help me with the spell. I explained he might feel weak, or he might feel a surge of power while I cast the spell, and he said he was ready. An added benefit of this was that he could join in the vision with me. I started to cast, and shapes started to form in the mirror. They locked into place, and a vision of the sewer system crossed the scrying lens.
The vision shifted, as we set our gaze up the tunnel. The water treatment plant came into view. I saw a pile of fresh kills, quite a bit more than the four or five that were supposed. I estimated at least thirty, and they weren’t bodies stockpiled after months of killings, they looked fresh. Luckily I didn’t add scent to the tracking spell. Movement in the dim plant caught my eye, and I focused on it, and realized it wasn’t one or two rogue ghouls, but what looked like a pack. There were a few dozen regular-sized ghouls, all giving dominance to a larger ghoul that seemed to be the Alpha. I pulled my eyes away from the scene, and noticed Krzystof’s expression; disgust mingling with fear, masked by his trained-officer look of determination.
We brought the information back to the group, and we all got ready. It was good knowing what we were going up against, and where we could expect the attack to come from. They loaded up some more of their holy water balloons, and I started thinking of something I could do. I pitched my idea to the group, who all agreed it would help.
We made our way out to the park to scout it out, and plan the best base of operations, and from where to launch the attack. I picked out a good place in the forest to run my magic, and the rest went off to scout the buildings to the south.
The rest of the day was spent preparing the construct for the spell. It was going to take a lot of preparation, and I had to get started.
OK! So from there on, for ten paragraphs, he describes his preparations. Yeah, it’s that bad. He probably just needed to write or something. It probably soothes his soul. I know that watching awesome famous happenings sure doesn’t.
So the Fallen Angel tracks the ghouls to a storm-drain, where they suppose that the ghouls will come from. They ask Silas to put a minor alarm ward around the drain, and then he slinks back to do his preparations, oh and might I add it’s pretty good for a mediocre idea. Why couldn’t he have thought to create frozen holy water spikes to throw at the ghouls, slice their heads off, or a holy water explosion, using the hydrogen and oxygen, asking for some fire from the conjurer!!!!! Side tracked, oh well.
They notice miniature wagon tracks, with miniature team tracks, and are intrigued. Krzystof and the furry devil run off to a contact K has in the Polish district. Benny stays to help Silas with his thaumaturgy, and Knighten decides that he wants to check out the sewer system, to see if there are any other places that we should worry about, and even protect.
Krzystof and Kyle, wow these guys have a lot of K names. I can’t refer to anyone by ‘K,’ now, can I? Dang. Anywho, they go to a guy who has a serious crush on Krzystof’s mother. And with cooking like that, who wouldn’t? (Sorry Krzys! I respect your mother, she is a fine lady. A very fine lady) Kyle gets into some shenanigans with the poor pollock’s ponies, but luckily no one had to pay insurance claims. They find no earthly answer to the riddle of the runty ruts. (I am on an alliterative roll!!!!)
Knighten talks to his father, who is a very intriguing person, if you ever wanted to research someone. After a rather tense phone call, he gives the reporter the name of his contact at City Hall. Harry and Knighten storm City Hall, and run into the contact, a cute little number named ‘Harriet.’ They both go gaga, and try to impress her. Knighten gets a copy of the sewers, pretty easily, actually, and they leave.
The mystery team set up a time to meet at Fred… I mean Krzystof’s house. Silly me. And they eat a nice home-cooked dinner. Dr John Johnson was also invited, and he was particularly interested in Knighten and Silas, as most ‘straights’ are. I snuck a morsel or two, and I can attest; dinner was good.
Well, I am going to sign off for a bit. Silas’ account of the battle is henceforth scribed. (Woo! Another Olde English point for Tarot!) I will fill you in on what he missed afterward.
After the wonderful dinner made by Krzystof’s mother, we went to the park. The Ghouls were expected to come out after dark, and we wanted to be there. I went to get set up at the circle, and the rest went to the front line of trees.
I started to relax, to set up the mental version of the construct around me. I was ready, and waiting for the call from my companions to start. Waiting isn’t annoying to me, I find it soothing; most of the time.
Then I felt it; the familiar tug of a sentry ward. I yell to them, ‘They’re coming! Ready yourselves!’ I started to cast my spell. I pushed power into it, to speed the spell up. Krzys asked me to hold off for a second, so I just maintained the power, but it’s like pulling a kite back from a tornado, trying to just hold a spell at strength. I held it, though, till the call came. I didn’t recognize who yelled it, with the sound of power going through my ears. I yelled to my group members to throw their balloons. At that instant I broke the circle and let loose the energies built up. They shot toward the balloons in the air and destroyed them with the force of the wave. The power of the tides of change took control, and created a fine mist that covered all in the field. I felt, as if from the fingers of a phantom appendage, the mist enter the lungs of each ghoul, choking them.
Was that a mouthful or what? Yes, that was one really big paragraph. Well, Here’s pretty much what happened, and brace yourselves. This is going to be one huge string of run-on sentences. I am bored telling the story, I need to go get me some TWINKIES Dangit!!!!
Ok, so: There is a wagon that drives out of a hole in the air with four miniature horses pulling it, and a small man at the reins, probably a dwarf, who unloads an inordinate amount of corpses out of the wagon. The group spends too long deciding what to do with the dwarf, ghouls, miniature horses, and water balloons, and the ghouls came out to play. Benny runs out into the middle of the field and draws fire, while Henry and Krzys shoot into the group of them, and Kyle runs out and taunts the dwarf, who jumps onto his wagon with his tiny horses and tries to escape. His escape is stopped by Knighten, throwing a boulder from the ground upward, pinning the wagon, and Benny is still fighting, while fire erupts around the dwarf. Henry goes in to stop the dwarf from running after a punch from Krzys, and the ghouls swarm Benny, but the spell is finally let loose, letting dwarf escape in the confusion. The Holy mist seeps into the lungs of the fighting ghouls, ripping through their supernatural healing, and it seems to rejuvenate Benny a tad.
THERE YOU GO!!!!! I finished my tale, and now I am done. Good luck to the group, I am off to help Silas now that he’s not boring anymore. Ta!