IC: Even for White Hands, meeting a coven in Malfeas to discuss treason while the Thing Infernal goes on next door is pushing the boundary between bravery and madness. That doesn't mean it's surprising, however. One gets used to such things when dealing with White Hands.
The young Sidereal is sitting on a chair made of miscellaneous bones at a table of organic brass. He has a strip of cloth over his eyes from which blood is slowly running over his face like a red beard. In spite of that he looks utterly calm, sipping a noxious concoction from a vial, and toying with game pieces on a board set into the table. Unlike a gateway board, this one has more, shall we say, terrain, with spikes, hooks, and barbed implements jutting from the smooth surface at points. Given the lack of distinction between the player and the pieces in hell-games, they imply certain things, that only the worst of which are true.
“Some time ago,†begins the Sidereal when you have beaten or murdered all watchers to the point of having privacy. “When we called each other brothers, you wanted to help Creation. It was when we still served Master Tang together, shortly after he revealed the secrets of the first techniques of the Closed Fist style. Do you remember?â€
You do. It was at an odd moment of fraternal closeness in a moment of physical weakness. Master Tang wasn't cruel, but eighty nine consecutive hours of sparring puts a bone deep weariness on the greatest of Exalts. You all were laying on the cold stones before the dojo, staring at the stars, quite simply too exhausted to move. Even your emergency reserves of essence had been drained by the relentlessness of learning the new techniques. The starlit sky of Creation are much more artistically arranged then the mad dancing of the heavens in Malfeas.
“But then, you aren't the sort of people to be handing out cupcakes to the needy,†White Hands continues.
“Noticed that, did you?†one of you responds dryly. It's odd, and somewhat uncomfortable, to think back to a time of pure happiness in hell. “I don't think much of helping Creation lends itself to our talents.â€
“Oh, there's quite a bit that does,†the vizier replies. “For instance, under Rathess at least one of the Forbidden Gods still live. You could-†he pauses for a sip. “-fix that.â€
“It's possible we could,†someone else acknowledges.
“Ah well. Just mentioning it in passing,†Whit Hands rises. As if summoned, the establishment patron arrives to collect payment, and instead of getting coins is impaled through the face on the Sidereal's bloody fist. The demon drops, and his essence ablates into nothingness.
On the verge of leaving, the bound man turns. “Take care, brothers. Master Tang is dead, but to me nothing has changed.†Then he leaves, and you see little of him again.
OOC: I have got to stop getting these plot ideas.
Anyway, as mentioned in a different thread, the game premise is basically a Infernal black-ops team running around Creation. I'm looking for PCs who do actually want to help the world, though they're limited by their Infernal natures to less friendly methods. This is predominantly a spy game, so a little combat, but much more sneaking around and manipulating people. Lots and lots of intrigue.
Similar to a lot of old spy movies and TV shows, the PCs will get very open ended assignments from time to time. The one above is indicative. How they get completed is completely up to you, and don't expect either help or interference from your handler. The Yozi's may try to stop you if you let them figure out what you're up too. As might the BoD, the Realm, and pretty much everyone else. To repeat from my initial idea, the end result would be some team of Solar level badasses whom no one really knows how to deal with who can't trust anyone in heaven, creation, or hell. Except their Sidereal handler. Maybe.
I'm not looking for either pure combat builds, nor people looking to do it for the evilulz. I will take Solar builds were someone so inclined.
The young Sidereal is sitting on a chair made of miscellaneous bones at a table of organic brass. He has a strip of cloth over his eyes from which blood is slowly running over his face like a red beard. In spite of that he looks utterly calm, sipping a noxious concoction from a vial, and toying with game pieces on a board set into the table. Unlike a gateway board, this one has more, shall we say, terrain, with spikes, hooks, and barbed implements jutting from the smooth surface at points. Given the lack of distinction between the player and the pieces in hell-games, they imply certain things, that only the worst of which are true.
“Some time ago,†begins the Sidereal when you have beaten or murdered all watchers to the point of having privacy. “When we called each other brothers, you wanted to help Creation. It was when we still served Master Tang together, shortly after he revealed the secrets of the first techniques of the Closed Fist style. Do you remember?â€
You do. It was at an odd moment of fraternal closeness in a moment of physical weakness. Master Tang wasn't cruel, but eighty nine consecutive hours of sparring puts a bone deep weariness on the greatest of Exalts. You all were laying on the cold stones before the dojo, staring at the stars, quite simply too exhausted to move. Even your emergency reserves of essence had been drained by the relentlessness of learning the new techniques. The starlit sky of Creation are much more artistically arranged then the mad dancing of the heavens in Malfeas.
“But then, you aren't the sort of people to be handing out cupcakes to the needy,†White Hands continues.
“Noticed that, did you?†one of you responds dryly. It's odd, and somewhat uncomfortable, to think back to a time of pure happiness in hell. “I don't think much of helping Creation lends itself to our talents.â€
“Oh, there's quite a bit that does,†the vizier replies. “For instance, under Rathess at least one of the Forbidden Gods still live. You could-†he pauses for a sip. “-fix that.â€
“It's possible we could,†someone else acknowledges.
“Ah well. Just mentioning it in passing,†Whit Hands rises. As if summoned, the establishment patron arrives to collect payment, and instead of getting coins is impaled through the face on the Sidereal's bloody fist. The demon drops, and his essence ablates into nothingness.
On the verge of leaving, the bound man turns. “Take care, brothers. Master Tang is dead, but to me nothing has changed.†Then he leaves, and you see little of him again.
OOC: I have got to stop getting these plot ideas.
Anyway, as mentioned in a different thread, the game premise is basically a Infernal black-ops team running around Creation. I'm looking for PCs who do actually want to help the world, though they're limited by their Infernal natures to less friendly methods. This is predominantly a spy game, so a little combat, but much more sneaking around and manipulating people. Lots and lots of intrigue.
Similar to a lot of old spy movies and TV shows, the PCs will get very open ended assignments from time to time. The one above is indicative. How they get completed is completely up to you, and don't expect either help or interference from your handler. The Yozi's may try to stop you if you let them figure out what you're up too. As might the BoD, the Realm, and pretty much everyone else. To repeat from my initial idea, the end result would be some team of Solar level badasses whom no one really knows how to deal with who can't trust anyone in heaven, creation, or hell. Except their Sidereal handler. Maybe.
I'm not looking for either pure combat builds, nor people looking to do it for the evilulz. I will take Solar builds were someone so inclined.
