Chapter 1: Uncertain Times

Mar 21, 2019 1:35 am
[ +- ] Setting Info Repeated

It's a cold spring day in Moscow, the season late following a sudden cold snap that delayed the turn to better weather. As the sun rises, bright and crisp, you feel for the first time that it may grow warm enough to shed your jackets today. Maybe. If you're determined enough.

You've an appointment this morning with each other, a prearranged meeting of your cabal. It seems sometimes that your intended focus as a magical defensive wall, is usurped by tedium and petty squabbling for favour and comeuppance. Today is different.

The streets are abuzz with news of a new terror, the spectacularly profane murder of Sutulin Olegovich. A rising scion of the church, this son of a moderately affluent boyar had been found drowned in his own blood, hung upside down in a pool of fetid river water and his own viscera, arms tied to his sides. His death was hard, painful, drawn out, and conducted with all of the malice and ingenuity of the devil. All the hallmarks of the supernatural are repeated: strange runes (drawn in blood, of course), a mysterious smell, cold spots, and most strange, five dead mice found in the area around the pool, all seemingly having clawed out their own eyes.

You arrive at the Sanctum (in the order that you post).
Mar 21, 2019 10:27 am
The news of murder is disturbingly familiar. Stepan strides into the sanctum and goes directly for the tarot cards.

Stepan is sitting deep in thought with his feet on the dining room table. He toys with one card, looks at it, frows, look again. Impacently he waits for the others to show up, cause he is not going to check out that corps alone.
[ +- ] The card Stepan is toying with
Mar 21, 2019 1:16 pm
Elena enters slowly, lowering her hood, revealing the kerchief wrapped around her hair. Her Falcon Familiar gives a small screech of greeting as they cross the threshold.
Troubled times....
Mar 21, 2019 7:56 pm
Dragomir rides in from the cold, watching his breath hit the air as he stables his horse behind the sanctum. He grabs his pack and proceeds into the building through the rear entrance. The Cossack is wearing a black overcoat with a thick mantle of bear fur, as well as his usual tall wool hat. His composite bow is looped across his chest and back.

Upon entering the sanctum, Dragomir sets his gear down on the closest piece of furniture, while throwing his coat and hat haphazardly onto a wall hook. He immediately snatches one of many bottles sitting atop a rough wooden shelf in the parlor. The Cossack uncorks the bottle with his teeth, spits the cork onto the floor, and begins taking generous swigs as he plops down into a chair. Dragomir pushes his one and only lock of hair away from his face and sets about warming his hands over the nearby brazier. The glow of the hot coals awashes him in soft orange light.

"It is madness in the streets on this morning. All of Muscovy is in a frenzy about the murder. Have these soft city folk never seen a body? Dragomir has seen many bodies. It is upsetting, but that is why the gods created vodka... to ease our suffering."

The Cossack chuckles to himself; he always seems to laugh at his own jokes. He rests back into the chair and reaches into one of the pouches of his tunic. Fishing around with his fingers, he removes a single silver coin: a newly minted kopek engraved with a horseman carrying a spear. Dragomir begins playing with the coin; absentmindedly rolling it across his knuckles with the fluid simplicity of someone who's done it a thousand times before.

Finally, as if just now noticing that other people are present, Chernobog nods to Babushka and her bird. He then looks over at Stepan. "What are the cards telling you, my Theurgist friend?"
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Mar 21, 2019 10:57 pm
"Humans created vodka because we are weak and like to forget." Says Diana, having heard what the Cossack had said from outside as she slowly made her to the haven. While she normally dreads the condition of the place, the warmness surely is a welcome feeling. She quickly closes the door and lets a breath that she didn't know she was holding out, taking in the stuffiness as she delicately taps her cheeks with her eyes shut, trying to slide the frost off her. A heavy and nevertheless thin white dress that reaches her ankles modestly accentuates her body and curves, while a barett of the same color is held on top of her head. A piece of the HRE's fashion that she was quite fond of. She slowly opens her eyes to find Chernobog drinking, and a frown naturally flowers in her face. "At least don't stain the floor." She chimes in as her eyes rest on Stepen, a small, fraternal smile dismissing her frown. Still standing in front of the door, she proceeds to go to the closest of chairs, carefully sitting on it as she offers a polite nod to the Babushka as well.

"And because humans are weak that they need our help. This is, after all, the reason this little group exists." She's not answering to the Cossack directly. At least not anymore. Her stare falls on the floor as she sighs. "That that man died is our fault. We are not here to simply solve problems but to prevent them from happening in the first place." Her back wearily rests against the chair, careful of the cold sensation. She clicks her tongue, dissatisfied with the state of current affairs as she raises her head contemplatively, both her hands resting on her lap on top of each other. She seems to be about to say something when inquisitively raise her eyebrow. "Hold on. Where is Kolya?"
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Mar 22, 2019 7:38 am
"Hun?" Stepan looks up from his thoughts. "I can not read cards, but the stories of the dead man reminded me of this card, the hanged man. It's very possible that I am reading to much into is"
He jumps up from his chair, head over to stuffed elephant foot and umbrella/cane stand and plucks his sword-cane. "Let us go have a look, shall we? Before speculation gets to wild, mine needs to wrangle a bit."
OOC:
sorry for the short post, I'm typing while at work. I'll might elaborate a bit more later today.
Mar 22, 2019 2:00 pm
Kolya walks in, brushing snow off his jacket and muttering to himself. "Such a dreary day. Much better to stay indoors." He stops, glancing at the others gathered in the room. "Apologies. I found the most fascinating article this morning and lost track of time."
Mar 24, 2019 2:28 am
As Kolya walks in, Dragomir looks at Diana with mock exasperation.

"Do not say such things about Kolya! I will not stand for you insulting my Moros friend!"

The Cossack acts surprised when Kolya enters the room, despite hearing him speak. "Ah, there you are! Good morning. I have been avidly defending your honor from that Smolenskaya over there..." Dragomir can’t help himself and begins smiling.

Seeing Stepan on his feet and ready to leave, the Cossack’s smile drops to three-quarters strength. "Nyet, I have just arrived and must first finish my breakfast..." He waves the bottle in the air.
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Mar 24, 2019 11:33 am
You know how gossip is Stepan. I am certain a large portion of the city already knows.
Mar 24, 2019 4:55 pm
"Baba Diya has a point. The bear is already out of the matryoshka. We can take a little time to warm ourselves. Olegovich will be no less dead when we get there."

Dragomir takes an absurdly long draught from the bottle.

"By the way, have I ever told any of you the story about the time I cut down five Tatar warriors at the Volga? Well..." It’s a tale he’s told several times. He begins to regale the rest of the cabal until someone stops him.
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Mar 24, 2019 6:35 pm
Kolya clicks his tongue and settles in at the table. "Idle disparagement does not concern me, he says, glancing at Diya. "It is when they stop talking about you that there is cause for concern."

He pulls a pouch out if his jacket and takes Dragomir’s bottle. Sniffing the vodka, he makes a face, then adds some powder to the bottle. Taking a sip, he grins, handing the bottle back. "If you are to drink this, this swill, at least do it with flavour. Try it now, Drago." He grabs a pastry, tearing a chunk off.
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Mar 25, 2019 7:02 pm
Agnë, as she is known by them, shoots a frown at her fellow Acanthus as Kolya enters the place. She listens to the whole exchange in bothered silence and sighs in discontent when Kolya seems to actually believe the Cossack. "Right. Go ahead and believe the man whose only true attachment is with a horse. That seems sound." Her tone does denote a mild irritation. She also sighs, loudly and exasperatedly, when Kolya takes a sip of the bottle as well. Finally, she rolls her eyes when Chernobog starts going on about his stories, again.

She suddenly gets up, and shoots everyone there but Stepan an annoyed glare. Her eyes, however, do focus on Chernobog. "Save it. You can do whatever you want, but I refuse to waste my time sitting here watching you drink. My free time is precious, and I'm already using it for this Cabal's mission, so." She swirls around and starts to walk to the door. "I'll go to the crime scene. If anyone actually cares about doing their part, I'll be seeing you there." She opens the place's door, and without ever looking back, she exclaims. "Otherwise... Ta-ta!"
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Mar 25, 2019 8:37 pm
Dragomir pauses in mid story and takes the bottle back from Kolya. He smells it and takes a swig.

"Ah, you and your alchemy, Kolya! It tastes just like the vodka my mother distilled for me as a child..."

Diana rises to her feet and dresses down the Cossack. He watches as she exits the sanctum, and then looks about the room at everyone.

"She is madly in love with me. It is obvious." Dragomir sighs and stands up. "...but I suppose she is not wrong. It appears I will be taking my breakfast to go."

He shoves the coin back into his pocket. Then puts on his hat and coat, and gathers his gear to leave.
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Mar 25, 2019 8:56 pm
we are quite the motley group are we not? sighs and pulls her cloak back on.
Mar 27, 2019 6:25 pm
OOC:
I'll post you all moving to the scene of the crime later tonight, in case you want to do anything beforehand.
Mar 28, 2019 2:06 am
Sutulin Olegovich's House

The son of the boyar, Sutulin lives large, but simply. His home was a former rectory before the prior monks abandoned it many years ago.

The Regent's soldiers have come and gone, and two remain to guard the entrance. "Sir doctor," one says to Kolya, and they move aside, allowing entrance to the building.

Inside, it is simple but spacious, almost opulent, but without being ostentatious. Subtly but wealthily decorated, the ambience is disturbed by the grotesque scene.

The stench of bowels released, of blood spilled, and just the hint of rot come too soon.

Behind the body, the signature piece of the room blazes to the eye, a wondrous icon (religious painting on wood) dominates the room, depicting the Virgin Mary throttling a bear.
Mar 28, 2019 7:05 am
Stepan Pisatel enters after Kolya. His professional manner faulters as the smell hit his nose. He goes to the icons, pretending to study them, having his back to the others while getting control of his body again and not throwing up.
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Mar 28, 2019 10:41 am
Raises an eyebrow at her friend, before looking slowly around the room.
Mar 28, 2019 4:27 pm
Dragomir enters the former rectory and crinkles his nose at the odor. He walks up to the body and studies it (but doesn’t touch it). He then moves on to the strange runes.
OOC:
I’ll make an Investigation roll to see if I notice anything else about the body. And I’ll make an Occultism roll to see if I glean anything about the runes.
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Rolls

Investigation + Intelligence - (1d10, 1d10, 1d10, 1d10)

1d10 : (7) = 7

1d10 : (5) = 5

1d10 : (1) = 1

1d10 : (8) = 8

Occultism + Intelligence - (1d10, 1d10, 1d10)

1d10 : (10) = 10

1d10 : (8) = 8

1d10 : (2) = 2

Mar 29, 2019 4:20 am
Dragomir finds the wounds are mainly on the abdomen, but are strange, and he cannot determine what may have caused them.

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