A large frigate slips quitely through the fog at the London docks.. The dockworkers peer up at the ship with expectant eyes, eager for work. The foreman peers up from his list..

“Huh… ‘The Valerian’. Nationallity… what?”

The space for origin on his dock chart is blank. Through the fog, his eyes run up the mast- and fall upon an forest green flag, sporting a golden compass rose and a white bird…

Down on the dock, the captain turns over his manifest. Every item is listed - “Arcana Mundi”

a little waif hesitantly approches the waters of the mers, siddling sideways, keeping a close eye on the waters for any movement. He bites his lip and frowns, “Let the fish know I need to speak with them.” he mimics in a falsetto voice, “Now tell me, ‘ow am aye suppos’t ta send a letta to da sea?”

Searrn eyes the circle as she slowly steps within it, a young woman’s corpse held carefully within the folds of her arms. Smirking, she would look into the dead woman’s face, hazel eyes still reflecting candlelight back at Saerrn. “No one will miss you…” she whispers as she closes the womans eyes along with her own. ” Lucir darr eco et belall demonus….,” she mrumurs. A soft spoken spell and Saerrn would find herself kneeling before her father, before the tower that has become his home…

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Doctor Alaster McAden sets down his gin and tonic with a quiet clink… his eyes are focused out to sea.
Perhaps this is where it was meant to be all along…

Delving into the desk drawer, he grabs some paper, envelopes and ink, and quickly writes several letters. The silvered wax bubbles slightly as he drips it on the envelope flaps, and presses the chilled brass seal to them. In a matter of seconds, the seal is cured, and he hands them to a young lad at the door.

Now, all that was left to do was wait.

Noimead Athru turns away from the dockhand and begins to stride away from the docks, a frown upon his features. The Lorna Dhune was a week overdue and his shipment had not arrived. What had become of the package, a consignment so rare that its loss could not even be contemplated? He would need to find out. There were many places in this city where he could inquire and some individuals that might prove valuable in recovering it…for it had to be recovered. He would accept nothing less.

Your ears suddenly catch the all too familiar sounds of chisses and clicks in the darkness. The arachnid voices of the spiderlings and their mother echo among the dark streets and dismal alleys of Legacies. The mother cries out, rejoicing in the birth of her new brood. But, what of the food? Would mortals satisfy their dark hunger? Or would it only be sated by the magical flesh of one gorged with power? None can say, for little is known about these creatures other than the fact that they are borne from the nightmares of the Abyss.

Saerrn steps closer to the hearth, hands held to her side, the skin of her palms beginning to radiate heat
Saerrn smiles as she eyes the fire, fingers curled slightly as she begins to feel the heat intensify.
Saerrn kneels before the blue flames, as balls of flame begin to form in the palms of her hands, her eyes flashing as she lays them against the logs attempting to add the flames now in her hands to the fire…
Saerrn successfully performs the skilled ability.
Saerrn smiles as she stands, fingers curled as what remains of the flames in her hand slowly dissipate. Turning she smiles at Yomiko, “Yes…one must live with the choices made…”
Saerrn glances at the blue flames, a low whisper to her father as her eyes flash, “It is done father…”

She awakes from her coffin and stretches, rubbing her eyes she gets up and puts on her leathers. She decide today seems to be a good day to go hunting. Sneaking past her sleeping daughter she heads quietly up the stairs to Borris. ” please keep an eye out for Kiku…I am going hunting.” Borris lets out a sigh and mumbles ” take care of bones..watch kiku..tend the cafe…you know i am only one little phantom, i can only do so much” giving a bow ” but of course I will” Mandy giggles ” one day i shall see that you get a day off” with that she heads out the door.

After a long walk she ends up in the forest. It is darker than usual on this day which is pleasing to her. She smiles as she notices a deer standing about 100 yrds from her. She thinks to herself ” perhaps a deer and a dog together…or maybe a cow.” She takes of quickly with vampiric speed to attack the deer but out of what seemed like nowhere she was pummeled by a giant white wolf. Mandy lets out a shriek of surprise as she lies underneath the large beast ” where the hell did you come from” she grumbles as she shifts to grab her thigh dagger. The wolf stand over her mockingly, let out a low guttural growl as a string of salvia drips from his maw to her cheek. He goes to lunge for her throat, but luckily Mandy already had the dagger prepared for his attack and plunges it deep within his gut. The wolf let out the loudest howl she had ever heard as he fell from over her. Unknown to Mandy at this time the howl was heard by a very powerful witch who takes off from her decrepit little cottage to find her beloved white wolf.

Before Mandy can even get to her feet the witch appears before her screaming in a scratchy voice “ what have you done to my son!!!??” Tears stream down the witches face as she glares down at Mandy. Mandy sighs and looks up to the woman a bit of a frighten look on her face “ well he attacked me first..don’t blame me..I was simply defending myself.” The old wrinkly witch screams at her as she lunges ontop of mandy knocking her to the ground. Mandy is helpless against the wretched woman, her strength beyond any that she had encountered before. The woman lays a hand on Mandy’s head causing her to black out..from what she has no clue.

While Mandy lays helpless the witch digs deep into her mind…digging to find the things she is afraid of. After a few minutes she finds what she is looking for. The woman lets out a loud cackle “ this shall do just fine” The woman brings the image to the front of Mandy’s mind and leaves it there. Then she gets up and picks up the white wolfs body and heads of deep into the forest.

Hours later she awakes. Everything a bit hazy. She sees a shadow coming closer. She inches back on her hands and knees scared to death that it was the woman again. The shadow soon turned into a man..a familiar man…one she new…Mandy screamed at him “ go away..how did you find me? Leave me be” Before even she knew it herself she was up on her feet and running as quick as lightening home, to where she felt safe.

Every once in a while as the blue moon sets in and changing and forcing all lycan to change there there animal forms but staying complete control for all breeds a rare happens near the end of the blue moon week,, the red moon well turn all lycan mad and blood hunger, it has an odd effect on Angel since she was a rare and different breed, it changes her to a different person. She can command and order the other mad raving lycans around her and she can use spell just as strong as any caster out there…. or so it would appear.

As the schooner lurches to the dock and the way lines are secured, the sea logged sailors stumble down the gangplank. One is overheard speaking to the other.

“Aet’s a damn miracle wae made et en ta port et all . That damnable book with et’s gods forsaken spells and mysteries, ‘Tis a thing o’ tha Devil ‘emself ya know. Black prayers an’ Dark Majiks. We should ‘ave tossed tha damnable thing overboard with tha body o’ that crazy old man when he died.”

The other sailor looking incredulously at his shipmate, “Are you serious now?…That book is the oldest intact manuscript of the old age and contains in it the pure and unsullied Vulgate of the Holy Book itself!. They cal it the ‘Codex Gigas’, There be prayers for healings and blessing found in its pages that have been lost for ages. They say there is even a spell to cure the afflictions of Lycanthropy and Vampirism. You would destroy such a thing?..I’ll say it was that book that saved us from that storm at sea we so narrowly escaped. ”

The first one turned his head and looking back over his shoulder at the ship as they moved along down the dock…”No good weill come of et ..Mark my words”

Legacies Memorial Hospital treats all creatures great and small. The hospital has coin-paying staff positions:

• Physicians
• Nurses
• Administrative Assistants
• Orderlies

To apply, please get a letter to Dr. Lux Tharnaby describing
1. your interest
2. qualifications
3. experience (not necessary)

Kindly drop your letter in the hospital mailbox. Or send Tharnaby your letter by messenger. An interview would soon follow in most cases.

The small schooner lurched into port on TornOak. Tattered and worn form the search for the Dragon, The vessel SeaHag makes port and her crew disembark, making their way down the gangplanks leaving behind them the cargo still battened in the hold. She had spent the last months in vain hope of finding the trail of the Golden Dragon, the ship Lord Bungo when the hag Scayde had intercepted a dream form the ward of her friend and sister of the Wheel Leigh. The ship had turned course and fought the strong headwinds north trying to return to answer the calls of distress and struck rocks off the coast of a small island west of The Black Capes. It had been another three weeks aground as her crew had to make the necessary repairs. Finally seaworthy again the ship had set sail to carefully make its way home to TornOak. Along with her crew she had carried the person of an elder Sage who had begged passage along with his cargo of books and scrolls, among which lie the Codex Gigas. Stolen from the National Library of Sweden in Stockholm leaving a counterfeit in its stead. The old Sage had expired due to the hardships of the journey and Scayde had instructed the crew to make arrangements to transfer the cargo to the first vessel charted for the mainland. She would be returning the manuscript to its rightful owners at the first opportunity. For now, she was just glad to be home. It would wait until tomorrow.