Post by curulambe on Mar 28, 2007 0:43:32 GMT -5
Casting Six Shadows, Chosen of Journeys, paced uneasily across his office. Despite the hour, the characters on the envelope in his hand had caused him not to throw it back into his box as he had planned. Now, the envelope's contents promised to keep him up the night long.
The report, from an agent he had thought dead, was mostly nonsense, the ramblings of a madman, perhaps. It spoke of dark whispers, of unclean stars that burned black in the heavens, of a world forgotten by time. From anyone else, he might dismiss it as meaningless; its source, however, suggested a method yet undiscerned. Nothing his son had ever done was without purpose. Destiny had flowed in the boy's blood even in his mother's womb. Yet the thread of his fate had ended twenty years hence.
Casting Six Shadows's eyes closed and flickered. His Exalted mind raced, supernatural senses reaching out across the Loom of Fate to bring answers to unasked questions, until suddenly his eyes snapped open. Purposefully, he strode to his desk, picked up a brush, and began to write.
His son was dead. Nothing could be done about that. But perhaps he could be made to rest.
It's about that time again. What time is that? Time for Curulambe to try to get another Exalted game going, that's what time!
I'm looking for two to four players for that rara avis, a second edition Sidereals game, possibly based right here in the Temple and possibly based in email. Expect not to spend a great deal of time in each other's company; Sidereals tend to operate fairly independently and you'll need to. Combat will be present but probably infrequent. Familiarity with the Exalted system and setting is not necessary, but would be helpful.
The obligatory blurb:
They were called to right a wrong twenty years old. What they found would bring an end to a grudge of a thousand years.
The report, from an agent he had thought dead, was mostly nonsense, the ramblings of a madman, perhaps. It spoke of dark whispers, of unclean stars that burned black in the heavens, of a world forgotten by time. From anyone else, he might dismiss it as meaningless; its source, however, suggested a method yet undiscerned. Nothing his son had ever done was without purpose. Destiny had flowed in the boy's blood even in his mother's womb. Yet the thread of his fate had ended twenty years hence.
Casting Six Shadows's eyes closed and flickered. His Exalted mind raced, supernatural senses reaching out across the Loom of Fate to bring answers to unasked questions, until suddenly his eyes snapped open. Purposefully, he strode to his desk, picked up a brush, and began to write.
His son was dead. Nothing could be done about that. But perhaps he could be made to rest.
It's about that time again. What time is that? Time for Curulambe to try to get another Exalted game going, that's what time!
I'm looking for two to four players for that rara avis, a second edition Sidereals game, possibly based right here in the Temple and possibly based in email. Expect not to spend a great deal of time in each other's company; Sidereals tend to operate fairly independently and you'll need to. Combat will be present but probably infrequent. Familiarity with the Exalted system and setting is not necessary, but would be helpful.
The obligatory blurb:
They were called to right a wrong twenty years old. What they found would bring an end to a grudge of a thousand years.
