[Ace of Wands] Gameplay

Text to Wiki
You drive a hard bargain :) I'll bring them both.

Glenda puts the invitation in her backpack, along with a Zinfandel. Wiki's place is close enough to bike to, so Glenda puts on her helmet and gets out her beat-up used 10-speed.

Glenda loves to bicycle when she can. She can feel the breath going in and out of her nose, her lungs and heart working together, and her muscles working to move her. She can feel the life all around her outside, from people walking on the street to birds and insects flying through the air. She feels alive, part of Life itself.

Conner will go out to to the location, and attempt to feel any supernatural presences in the area. In particularly wraiths or ghosts, its unlikely but better safe then sorry he thinks to himself.

With all the gathered information Wiki works her murder board, finding hidden connections. She takes it slow and explains to Glenda how with knowledge of the world, science and tech, every mystery devived by mortal men, can be solved with a cunning mind

Conner

Conner does not find any unusual concentrations of spirits in the area. He does make contact with a ghost named Ponty, who appreciates the company and promises to keep an eye on trouble.

Wiki and Glenda

Wiki, with Glenda's assistance is able to discern that the 'lucky' letters were intended for your addresses. There are a few too many steps to unravel, but you feel the intent, aimed not at you as individuals but at your locations.

Wiki looks at her murder board, with a lot of post-it notes with ?-marks on them.
So... I don't see a connection between us, Connor, you and me, in regards to the letter. But where the letters are delivered is connected to this, she points at a purple post-it with a big ? on it. I am tempted to name this one "master plan". But that would introduce bias

She takes her glass of red wine. I think the best thing to do now, is to drink wine and wait for the party.

Mordecai finishes his morning prayers and contemplates the invitation again. Consolidex? Endron? Large companies made the rabbi a little nervous. He knew that if you looked hard enough into the biggest businesses, behind the suits and boardrooms, one would inevitably uncover the presence of the Amalekites - what the gentiles called the Technocratic Union. The age-old enemy. Their hands were in and around everything, slowly squeezing the wonder out of HaShem’s creations, soiling His good works.

The invitation, as innocuous as it seems, leaves the rabbi with a nagging doubt. But rather than kvetching about it, he phones an Uber. The old man goes to find Schlomo; as usual, the golem is standing motionlessly in the corner, staring at nothing. Mordecai checks the integrity of the inscription on its forehead, and then retrieves a strip of vellum. Taking a moment to prepare himself and achieve the proper breathing, he carefully scrawls one of the Lord’s names on the paper.

Names have power; all Qabbalists know this. In the Book of Genesis, Adam literally brought things into existence by naming them. The inherent power of names, especially G-d’s names, was not something to be taken lightly. It was for this reason that observant Jews avoided using the holy names of G-d, instead using respectful substitutes such as Adonai ("The Lord") and HaShem ("The Name"). That same care was also shown in the written word, which was why Jews didn’t spell out the Lord’s full name, preferring to write "G-d".

Mordecai takes his time; his eyes following the lines of each mystical Hebrew character. It’s about more than just writing the words. It’s also about reaching kavanah - a state of pure intent invoked by contemplating the spiritual permutations and secret meanings of the Divine Name. To reach that point at which one connected with the Lord’s higher mysteries, well... it isn’t easy; Mordecai could do quickly now, but it had taken him decades of painstaking practice and devotion.

As Mordecai’s senses transcend the boundaries of Malkuth and touch upon the sephirot beyond, he experiences a warm rush of ecstatic energy. It’s euphoric and deeply moving to draw miracles into the world. The rabbi can’t help but wonder if this is what the Prophet Moses felt like when he parted the Red Sea.

The euphoria receding, Mordecai rolls up the vellum and places it into the golem’s mouth - little more than a narrow slot on a vaguely human-like stone face. The mouth seals shut and Schlomo’s eyes suddenly move. It’s body shifts as though waking from a nap. The rabbi gingerly smiles and wipes his brow with a handkerchief.

"Time to go, little one."

Glenda thoughtfully sips her wine, taking in the terroir, the characteristics of the land where the grapes were grown and which affect the flavor. The warm rush of the wine flows through her.

"Agreed. I’ll put together a traveling kit, just in case things get weird." As Glenda well knew, things have a habit of getting weird fast.

Because this is coincidental magic, Conner should roll Arete, difficulty 5 (highest sphere used +3). You'll need a few successes.

Conner writes some runes and sigils on a slip of paper and then goes to the phone booth outside his apartment. Dialing as if letting his fingers move on instinct. But it wasn't instinct it was something else.

It's not a botch, as you had at least one success before the 1s, but the tenuous chance you're reaching for eludes you elusively.

After dialing a wrong number, Conner crumples up the paper and tosses it into a gutter. still don't got this shit down. He walks up into the apartment, and crashes on the couch slamming the door behind him.