SoulS of Seattle

Getting Started
In the early stages and looking for players

I am rushing around trying to get our facebook group together:
https://www.facebook.com/groups/902809449806687/

Organize the obsidian portal page here and every other thing I can to set-up for this up coming game.

Game has not begun and no start date is listed. I am currently getting over being sick and I have a 1 week trip coming real soon so It’ll at least be 2 weeks before our first session.

Please send me a message here on obsidian portal or on FB with your obsidian portal name if you are interested in playing so I can add you as a player.

This game is open invite and anyone can play.

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OOC About the dates
OOC

About the dates in the SoulS continuity:
The SoulS continuity is a massive ever expanding continuity set in the Dresden verse. It all began with SoulS of Chicago and now has many additions, to include: Chicago, Baltimore, Seattle, of the North and Ever-After [working title] with even a few minor spin offs from there. Because the original date of the first events was never written in stone [for many reasons] it’s difficult to determine the exact dates of the events that follow. Especially when you’re talking about another part of the continuity, such as Seattle. To make dates somewhat malleable and yet logical to follow; SoulS of Seattle will be using its own record system, abbreviated to SR, meaning Seattle Record. While it is that the overall continuity is on its 3rd year, Seattle is on its first. The events recorded in the first night of the first session will be placed as; Year one, day 1 SR. Someday, when we go back and better organize the existing dates, SR will be changed to CR to mean Chicago reckoning but for now, they can serve as an organized point of reference for the passing of time.

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Marlon's Journal Day 1, Year 1 SR part 1
When it all began...

Marlon’s Journal Year 1, Day 1 SR

Looking back on that day, I realize that it was, after a little debate, the beginning. The beginning when everything started to change and most of what I had come to expect from the world faded away into its pages of history. To say it began with any one person is entirely inaccurate, Hell in truth it didn’t start with any of them. It started in Chicago but the ripples of the actions there did not hit my place of hiding until 3 years past.
All on the same night, as if ancient and powerful forces in the universe began a new game of chess, many pieces came into play and at the time I could not have told you which of them was royal and which was pawn and I certainly could not have guessed that I was one of them.

For me the evening began when I was asked to deliver a message to Alita Drake, A local emissary of the Unseelie Accords and a were-lynx. She offered many dignitaries the graceful position of sending messages, gifts and other deliveries of note through a respectable and reliable third party. She had about her a grace and poise that few do these recent years. My message to her was on such business. Lady Edda Luciano-Gotti had request Alita’s presence that evening to what I had no doubt was an exchange. Later I would learn that Alita was to deliver a sizable sum of money to House Demus. If only Edda had known Alita’s troubled history with the matriarch of that House, Lady Demus, she would have likely arranged another means of transport, and I wish she had.

Alita had been attacked on her way to House Demus while in her lynx form by a large assailant. It was the beginning of a night of problems for her.

Elsewhere in the city a “man” the papers would later identify as “The Child Lurker” had begun an odd spree of rescuing and returning children to their homes. It was an odd series of events that followed that one, and what was stranger was not who but ‘what’ he was.

Having a package sent to them wasn’t the only activity House Demus had going on that night. The 3rd oldest daughter, Raya, for reasons that later would become clear and revolutionary, had picked a fight she couldn’t win. That by its self was not was surprising given Raya’s habits, but what followed was. A new comer to town, Jean Thomas, had found her along the side of the road and without questioning, he decided to heal her. An unusual gift it took a great deal of time to track down, for me. I made a note to keep better tabs on new comers and specifically Jean after the events of that night had been revealed to me. Though I do still wonder how many lives were lost because he choose to save that one.

Lastly the events of the evening seemed to have circled back around to me. It usually does but on this night it did happen a little faster, I took note of that. You see I’ve done a lot of work setting up the information flow in Seattle to go to and from myself, I’m a sort of hub or network that sooner or later all information passes through. It was for these reasons that an older acquaintance passed through The Midnight to see me. He brought with him a rookie detective named Madison Avery. Not a terribly unusual as Mr. Malak was a detective himself, of the _____ Crimes unit. Madison had found herself on the path of “The Child Lurker” and needed information to track him. She had earlier that evening investigated the Carter household, where a newly born named Danny had been returned after disappearing 8 hours ago during a stroll in the park. After speaking with me she would be called away by “The Lurker’s” next move.

List of Character Journals related to this entry:

Alita’s Journal
Cerin’s Journal
Jean’s Journal
Madison’s Journal

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Alita Drake Delivery Log Year 1, Day 1, SR
Well, that could have gone better....

Alita Drake Delivery Log Year 1, Day 1, SR

I hate the rain, I really, really do. I know that’s a ridiculous statement to come from one of the inhabitants of Seattle, but if you were two and a half feet tall, covered in fur, and were as sensitive to orders as I was, you’d be feeling things a bit more my way. It was raining now, well, sprinkling actually, which was worse, in a way, a steady drizzle like it was right now meant the dirt and slime and worse from the roads and sidewalks loosened, splashing and speckling my coat, while a driving rain would wash most of that out. I’d be soaked to the bone but cleaner, as it was I’d be spending hours washing the disgusting filth out of my coat, if you think it’s awful to be covered in it, imagine if the only way to be rid of the filth was to lick it off…. Not that I’d be doing that, I’d be getting a bath at ____ after this delivery was over.

The delivery today was from Crime lord Edda Luciano-Gotti to Lady Sylvia Demus. Mrs Luciano-Gotti was, very rarely, a client of mine. As far as I know she is entirely vanilla, not even ‘In the Know’. So, as I hurried down the grimy streets I wished I’d asked Marlon more about what may have precipitated this journey. I was more interested in trying to make this delivery before night fell, my delivery path led through some… unpleasant territory. Not to mention the danger inherent in making any delivery to Lady Sylvia. I’d always avoided house Demus as much as I could without causing insult. No need to put any fuel on Lady Demus’s fire. I wonder if Felicity will be there…

My musing was interrupted by my hackles raising, the feeling of be watched pervaded my more intangible senses. Trying not to alert any would-be stalker into taking action I tried to find the source of my alarm. The sound of grinding gravel by a heavy weight, nothing I wanted to deal with. I picked up my pace, if I got somewhere more public, well someone would call animal control on me…. But the creature following me would have to break off pursuit of expose itself to the vanillas.

There was the ear-shattering sound of heavy metal bending and warping that abruptly cut off in a silent-breathless moment, then the silence shattered as a giant industrial dumpster crashed down in front of me, cutting off my escape route. I skidded to a halt, sluing around arching my back and hissing at my attacker. Then I saw it, 12 feet tall, skin of stone scales, enormous and powerful. My not- unformidable claws wouldn’t even scratch this thing. I took off running.

I’m fast, really fast, there’s a reason I make all my deliveries in my feline form, I can make inner-city traffic look like power wheels™. So, taking the better form of valor I took off at top speed. It wasn’t long before I heard the creature’s footsteps fading behind me, it let out a roar of rage as it fell vastly behind. Then something went wrong. My limbs suddenly felt heavy, like I was trying to run through freshly-poured sidewalk (Don’t ask!). My steps slowed until I felt myself fairly dragging my feet forward, hardly able to even lift them for how heavy they’d grown, until finally I came to a halt. I stood there, paws stuck to the ground as though someone had anchored them to the earth itself, and watched as the creature came charging toward me like a freight-train. Nothing I could do.

I braced myself for impact, about twenty feet away it pulled back a massive arm to deal me a running blow and an almost too calm part of my brain debated whether my feet would remain stuck to the pavement as the rest of me went flying down the alleyway.
There was a terrible impact. I felt my ribs cave and I felt something give in at least one of my legs. Then I bounced off a brick wall, my skull impacting, sending bright lights shooting through my vision. I don’t remember hitting the ground, but after what seemed like an eternity I realized that while the world whirled and bucked around me, I was no longer, myself, moving.

I heard and felt the thunderous footsteps of the creature approach me, I played dead, not that it was that big of a stretch, I wouldn’t survive another hit like that, although, I had no assurance that I would survive the previous, it may have already killed me. I smelled blood and was having quite a bit of trouble drawing breath.

The thing stopped in front of my crumpled form and I worried it was going to make sure it had done the job, when I felt one of its hands painfully rip my specialized backpack off my back with a sound of tearing fabric. I cracked open an eye and saw the behemoth work the zipper open. It lifted the pack to its face and inhaled deeply. A horrible smile split the things face and it bellowed “Money!” It turned to me and I had to keep from flinching. “You died for money!” it turned away from me, my backpack looking tiny in its enormous hand. It walked off, earsplitting, raucous laughter trailing behind it. I glared at the monster’s retreating form.
This wasn’t over.
This wasn’t over by a long-shot.
The darkness invading the edges of my vision finally took over.

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