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Re: Blocking - What's the point? There are a number of good reasons listed. Mine are as follows: Can change tempo Can block for a friend Lets you use that +4 OCV with Swords (higher OCV than DCV) Hopefully, using a block prevents you from being taken out of combat. Block mechanic is nifty in that even if you miss the block, your attacker still has to hit. The decision to Block, Dodge, Dive For Cover, Roll-with-Blow, or slugging it out is always one of tactical analysis. If you can muster a higher OCV than DCV - block. Even if your OCV is higher and you are looking at 3-4 incoming attacks - dodge. Etc... Each particular use needs to be measured. Sacrificing an action is always a penalizing option - always. You can't win with a dodge, block, or dive for cover, but it can keep you in the game or allow your team to handle the dirty work.

Re: Most Clever Hero System Builds Thanks. I forgot to mention some of Shadowsoul's write ups but I can never find them. I just save them to the hard drive. Maybe he'll come along and post a few links.

Re: [shadow Angelus III] Mirko's Journal Mirko's Tutor, Liannan Shee Undefined Date: I looked across the desk toward Jan. She was mousy in that librarian way. It didn’t help that she worked her way around several computer terminals and com-stations with an odd mechanical grace that is earned by only the most nerdy of techs. I had the oddest feeling that we knew each other? She had stopped talking and looked over my shoulder towards the door. The new woman walked strait from the set of one of those films that I had heard about but never seen. I am sure of it. She was tall, as tall as most men even though she wore flat sandals that showed of the silver rings on her toes. Her dark hair sucked in the light until it nearly turned blue. The whole mane was held at bay with a silver clip but threatened to spill out in ways that made me blush. I’d like to say that her eyes were dark or light or something but I didn’t see them so much as feel them measuring me. Her gaze felt like a pair of hands, or maybe lips, languidly exploring me. Her clothes were casual, promising a hidden world of pleasure but revealing only glimpses. If an APD sketch artist asked me to describe her I think I would be laughed off the force. She was predatory. She radiated grace and hunger. For the second time since joining XSWAT I found myself consumed with thoughts that were unworthy. I tried to analyze where they could be coming from but the need was too great to push aside. It was feral. My mind played with images that made my body burn and replaced deliberate thought with an uncomfortable tension that threatened to become something that I’m sure would land me in jail. Something was out of place. Somewhere deep inside the lust, a rationale part of me fought against my need, but logic and thought had been crushed.. A voice behind me spoke far more powerfully than needed. “Hello, Welcome to XSWAT. Can I help you,” said Jan in a voice laced with anger. The fairer half of our species has instincts that far surpass ours when it comes to sensing predators. “I am here to meet with Officer Mirko.” I swallowed. My mouth was dry, leaving me with the vague sense that the sound echoed in the small room. My mind vapor locked as it scrambled for something to say that wouldn’t sound like it came from a virginal monk. Obviously, I couldn’t come up with anything. Jan saved me further humiliation. “This is officer Mirko but he is rather busy. Do you have an appointment?” The raven haired women leaned forward, directing her invisible will toward Jan. Their eyes locked for longer than was polite. It didn’t seem possible but I felt even more uncomfortable watching the smoky gaze between the two women. “Grandma Lily sent me to see him,” she said. Her eyes slid my direction. I groaned inside and felt the threat of yesterdays lunch rising in me. Grandma had said that she was going to send me a tutor but that I’d have to prove myself first. It was her normal cryptic half answer. “Hi,” I said with a dumb smile. I tried to say more but I couldn’t find the words. She was talking to me but her hands were on my shoulder and then on my hip. I didn’t hear what she said, I only knew that I wanted her to continue. I wanted to shove her to Jen’s desk and… What in thousands hells? Jan interrupted once more. Part of me loved her for the diversion while another part whimpered that she was still here. “Grandma Lily?” I locked eyes with Jan, reluctantly pulling them from… from somewhere where they should not be staring so intently. “Grandma Lily is my father’s mother. We just met about three months ago. She sometimes helps me with arcane matters. I suspect that.. I’m sorry, I don’t even know your name?” I forced my eyes to take in Jan. Jan was safe. She wasn't going to suck me into a crazed teenaged hormone storm. I locked them into the study of the shape of her ears, the moist curve of her mouth, and the gentle rise of her chest. She was shapely for a librarian type. The voice purred in my ear, “Liannan, you can call me Liannan.” I felt her hand on the small of my back. It sent shivers so strong that I had no doubt she could feel me shaking. “Lily told me you have much to learn. I have no doubt you’ll enjoy my lessons.” I tried to clear my mind but her hand shattered all focus. I never even noticed Jan walk out of the room. It was a struggle to breathe. Liannan’s hair brushed along my scalp and I felt her breath on my neck. My hand moved to the buttons of my uniform without being told. “I can teach you things, young mortal. Pleasures undreamed.” Liannan pulled me to her. Her hands overpowering what little resistance I might have mustered. I think I said stop but I don’t know if the words ever reached my lips. When did Jan leave? It was so hard to think. Liannan pushed me to the floor. She gave up the struggle with my buttons and tore my shirt from me. I pulled the rest of the shirt off and tossed it behind the desk. There was a boot on the floor. My boots were still on? “STOP!” Liannan’s breath brought shivers to my chest. She lingered in places, leaving me with the feeling that I was about to faint. “STOP. I am not your play thing spirit,” I growled. I fumbled for my ring, touching the script on the surface and forcing a little of the heat from my body into it. The thing on top of me screamed, it wasn’t a human scream something more basic yet infinitely more complex. I took the seconds respite to look toward the boot. Jan was on the ground. She wasn’t moving but I think I could see her chest rising. I fed my anger into the ring. I used it as a shield against the lust she was evoking in me. “If you’ve hurt her, I swear I’ll bind you to a rock in the deepest part of the ocean for a thousand years.” I scrambled out from under Liannan and checked on Jan. When I looked back Liannan was different. Her beauty remained but there was a coldness to it that transcended humanity. It was a predatory elegance like a sharks majesty, it's awe inspiring even when you are the meal. I had no idea how I could deal with such a creature. My knowledge of spirits was profoundly lacking. Well, that is not exactly true. I know more than most mortals but less than your average ten year old wizard-to-be. Liannan wasn’t exactly a push over either. She was far stronger than me and I’d seen her move faster than I could imagine anyone made of flesh and blood could. Yeah, I had the sinking feeling that I was about to be fairy juice. If I was lucky I might be able to draw her away from Jan but that was about the best I could hope from this encounter. Liannan stood waiting for me to rise. I tried to cover myself but it wasn’t happening in these clothes. She flowed across the floor moving in all the right spots. I expected an attack or another lusty mojo spell but she walked right up and melded her body to mine like a cat. She caressed my chest, “I can show you things Mirko. Let me teach you about pleasure.” I took her hand off me. “No.” “No. You can’t. You can enspell me and force my servitude but I won’t give it.” Liannan held out her hand, “Mirko, take my hand.” I remained where I was focusing every bit of my will towards remembering how Jan's body was only a few feet behind me. Silvery tears leaked from Liannan’s eyes. “I can love you. I can teach you things no mortal has known in a thousand years.” My jaw hurt. My head felt like a battalion of stiletto heeled cabaret dancers were getting violent somewhere above my right eye. “You can teach me nothing spirit.” We locked eyes in a gaze that stretched all the way to the upper kingdoms and back again. Warring to see who was the stronger. It wasn’t a battle fought with bullets or fists but it was a raging riot all the same. She pushed on me with a will thousands of years old and not used to defiance but it didn’t matter. Liannan had hurt Jan. It didn’t matter who old or powerful she was I don’t deal kindly with those who harm my friends. There was a wrenching feeling and I stumbled forward a step. Liannan was on her knees. “It is over mortal. Lily was right. I will teach you the ways of spirits and powers.” I called Grandma Lily from Jan’s phone. It isn’t in your best interest to go toe to toe with Lily but I wasn’t feeling real smart at the time. I was feeling angry and wanting a fight. Grandma Lily listened for a few minutes before she cut me off. “You listen here boy. You are a wizard now and nothing worth having comes free or cheap. Get used to it if you are going to be dealing with spirits. Liannan will be a good tutor and I hoped that she couldn’t get to you. Be glad I didn’t send something worse to become your tutor, you might not have survived.” She sucked in a little air and kept on going. Never lose your temper with a powerful witch.

Re: About Detect Magic (FH) Campaign rules for fantasy hero are a time honored tradition and you'll find even DOJ makes rules to tailor their spell systems in their fantasy products [Turakurian Age & Valdorian Age]. I'd suggest keeping the KISS mantra in mind. So whatever works easiest for you is what I'd go with.

Re: About Detect Magic (FH) Here is a way that it could be done. During item/spell creation the DM assigns each item or effect a quality. Bright/Loud: +1 PER for each 5 AP Normal: +1 PER for each 10 AP Quiet/Subdued: +1 PER for each 20 AP Hidden: -2 PER (no AP penalty) Cloaked: Invisibility to mystic senses with a fringe (bought as normal or just considered a special effect of using certain rare and expensive components). If the wizard can alter the visibility of his/her spells then they receive a penalty to the spell roll. Quiet gets -2 and Bright gets a bonus (like for extra time or quality components). Hidden takes extra time and get a -4 to the RSR. I'd consider these campaign rules rather trying to tack them into each build.

Re: Most Clever Hero System Builds I like several of the Inner Circle of DEMON. They have a schick that works and is effective without being ungodly. Luthor Black is also a good character but would be murder to play as a DM. Hyperman's JLA Builds are fantastic. Thoughtful and sufficient without going to completest extreme. The Highlander write ups are also pretty spot on and include the Quickening. I am trying to remember who wrote them cause the thread is amazing. It has been 3-4 years though. I always liked my write up of Jack Bauer. I also liked the builds of Achilles and Hercules that I did. Most of the ones I like aren't really clever - just useful and representative.

Re: Shadow Angelus Just place a GM's vault on the SA III page. It isn't like we'd go there anyway - just clearly label it as "no players." PS - I keep meaning to bring my jump drive over with about 200 images.

Re: [shadows Angelus III] The City of Angelus Alright, I'll see what I can do about putting one together for you. I'll have to do some fill in writing tomorrow but I bet I can have something by Thursday or Saturday that is version 0.9.

Re: [shadows Angelus III] The City of Angelus I figure it is another few weeks (month?) until I am done with it. Parts are finished and some parts haven't even been explored yet.

Re: Shadow Angelus Sweetness! Looking good.

Re: [shadow Angelus III] Mirko's Journal March 19th, The Battle with the Rogue Mutant Pygmy Elephant One immediately wonders what has gone wrong with the world when a title like that graces my journal. Honest, I am not the brilliant strategist who came up with such an absurd cover story. Embarrassingly, I could come up with nothing that would relieve us of this fairy tale. The pilots brought the spinners in low, low enough for me to see Ghiselle and Konrad (my cousins) in the front. I lept out before the spinner had even touched down and told them to go find their father. Uncle Auggie has little talent but he would recognize magic when he saw it and would know to get everyone out. Auggie is one of those fellows who find things for people. Things! His talent only extends to sentimental objects that others have lost but you'd be surprised at what a comfortable living he makes digging up other peoples stuff. I waited by the door while Tiberius yelled at Markus Bently. Markus was leaving the house dressed in some sort of uniform. He did the standard bad guy thing and dove back into his house. The second spinner (piloted by JT) swung over the house and set down taking the crew from my field of vision. Tiberius advanced on the door. He was all police business. It was amazing to watch. He'd advance and cover, advance and cover. Classic two man advance but there was only him. He'd be in trouble at the door. Dave, the other new guy, flew across the street. Flew. I didn't know people could actually do that? It wasn't the most pleasant experience. Dust, gravel, and debris whirled along his flight path. Rachael murmured something about the spirit of the lord and there was a fuzzy dissonance that sprang from her. As usual, Rachael's powers were vague and slightly disturbing. As was her penchant for kneeling in a fire fight. I could only assume that whatever did Hanson's Howlers in was waiting for us in that house. Once I saw Auggie coming down the stairs I told him to get out and then went to cover Tiberius. I focused my will into a white hot light and lept across the distance to land near Tiberius as he entered the building. While I was leaping, I found the resonance of my ring and poured power into it. When I landed, I was ready for whatever Markus had to throw at us. Yeah, that statement ranks right up there with stupid moves of the year. I'm just grateful that I am alive to be embarrassed about it. Markus channeled some form of energy at my new teammate. I have no idea what it was but Tiberius was blown across the street and through the wall of the building next door. I thought about summoning an ambulance immediately but realized that I might need to call two if I took my mind off the battle. There was a reality warping moment as Markus Bently was consumed by the painting and a massive creature of teneberous rage burst fourth into our reality. I felt something given in my eyes at that point and assumed I was crying but the tears streaking my face were bloody. My body was breaking down simply from exposure to the thing. I danced around the beast looking for a shot at the painting. I believed, incorrectly I might note, that the painting was the source of the beasts power and if it was destroyed we would be free of the creature. It was slow and ponderous despite its awesome power. I had no fear of its reality rending claws touching me. Sadly, the same cannot be said for team 2 who had advanced through the building. They were savaged while I darted among coils of roiling madness. I took my shot. I pulled everything and threw it at the painting. Tipereths Blade could have stopped a tank. I could have bored a hole through a building but it was simply swallowed by the painting. Nothing. Nadda. For a moment I felt a profound fear settle around my shoulders like an old blanket. Mazers and all manner of assaults were launched against the horror. It seemed that we were taking a toll on it but would it be enough to stop it before someone died? What about those living in the buildings close by - surely their myopic little lives divided between factories and media were less resilient than my own. How many of them would die if we were to fail here? I felt the energies building within me. Fueled by my impotence and the need to protect others. Fueled by the fear that my own kin could be among those listed as casualties on the news. With a thought and an act of pure will I unleashed an inferno on the creature. It fell in a sudden rush of other worldly distortion, exploding outwards and causing the roof to sag dangerously. The others sat about taking an inventory while I attended to the Animus Mortis. I could feel the corrupt energies building within. I am not the most experienced mage but it was real obvious that I needed to contain the magic of the painting. I pulled a tube of salt from my pocket and while I worked out a ritual binding. I added the smallest drop of blood to power the circle and felt it close inside my mind. Water and a sacred invocation to the archangels finished out the spell but I would need focus until we could get that painting somewhere else. Somewhere safe. Only I don't know of any place safe for transdimensional gates to a plane of existence that is an anathema to all that we hold sacred. While I sat, lotus style, in a war of wills with the painting the others came up with a story to feed to the news crews already arriving. A rogue, mutant, pygmy elephant had been illegally harbored within the house. May my ancestors forgive me.

Re: [shadow Angelus III] Mirko's Journal March 19th Looking at my list from this morning, it would seem that I accomplished everything I wanted to do. Yet, a nagging feeling warns me that we have uncovered but the barest glimpse of what we truly face. My "teammates" met back up at the 13th Precinct for a briefing as our morning norm. Rachael was late and missed most of the talk about staffing - she said she was attending a church function. Shilo babbled on about a vision she had during the night. She dreamed of two knights in white tabards with a red cross on them. The knights stopped her caravan and shouted "Go No Further." After that we got to meet our other team mates. During the hustle and bustle of the day I never got to sit and talk with them, sadly I can't even remember their names. I don't know if that says something about them or me? The plan of the previous day to visit with Mr Lefette was scrapped in the jostling of the new team members. It was decided that we would instead visit the office building rented by Hanson's Howlers. I waited outside in the morning rain while the others did their police thing. It was quite intimidating the way several of the guys jostled for dominance and spouted technical jabber about computers, sensors, and some kind of tracking beacon. Luckily I nearly failed out of basic investigation and suspect that I might have if I'd been graded fairly. I had no illusion where I fell on the macho tech-talk scale. I really need to call Grandma Lily and it didn't seem like I would be needed so I sat at a small cafe to drink a musky oolong tea while I chatted on the phone. Grandma was her usual self this time of the morning. By grace alone, it seems that she had already had her morning coffee. I wonder what got her up so early? Grandma doesn't buy in to the waking up with the dawn stuff. She sleeps late and eats like a teenager. We had a lengthy discussion about the Animus Mortis and about some of my suspicions. She consistently reminded me that I was an unschooled toddler playing with matches when it came to magic but I was able to use that to get her talking about some of the local spirits. If I am lucky I may be able to find a tutor. Magic probably isn't what you think. I mean, it isn't like some superhero just summons an endless supply of energy from some dimension to fuel the crimson bolts of his arcanomatic bazooka. Magic is more like summoning my will and the joy for life within me and then releasing it into the world with all the focus you can muster in one small focal point. It almost feels like you are giving up something precious to make magic. It feels wrong to squander it, to trivialize it. Each will-working is a wondrous event for me but it is the least of my wizardly arsenal. It is the vulgar stuff slapped together like a potato gun, which is impressive until you remember that it is still a potato gun. Most magic follows formula - traditions used to summon and bind spirits to your will. The power actually comes from the spirit rather than from within me. My part in the whole affair is to push fourth just enough of my essence to bind the spirit but not overwhelm it. It's tricky stuff. Summon the wrong spirit or fail to understand what aspect they represent and the whole thing can backfire or worse. Don't ask me what "or worse means," I just repeat what I've heard. I've never actually had one go really wrong except... well, I've never had one go horribly wrong and let's leave it at that. Anyway, the talk with Grandma Lily helped but she never did answer my questions about the Animus Mortis. It is always this way with her - I go expecting an answer to one question only to discover that there was another far more important question that was unasked. She answers the ones I didn't know I had and tells me that if I know the question then a "smart boy like you should be able to figure it out." When they were done I was summoned back to the Howler's Office with an angry sounding squawk of my phone. I rode in the spinner with with the new tech guy and JT. They both had strong words for me about "abandoning my post" or some such. Apparently, I should have known that I should have been on watch while they worked with the machines. I let them rant. J.T. is a machine trying to be a man and Tiberius is a man trying to be a machine. Both seeking to impose their own order on world that they do not understand. I am not sure they can understand. They soon forgot about me in the hub-bub of the Darwin Museum. Again, the whole team started with the bickering and shoving, like a bunch of adolescents just learning to work together. After the battles and horror of yesterday it was too much for me so I went to look at some of the art within the atrium. I noticed the Feng Shui and the arcane energies inherent to the greatest art works immediately - the whole place seemed alive with the energy of creation. A small fountain soothed me for several minutes until my badge once again squawked with the angry voices of our machine leaders. I need to come back to the museum to study the magic. Art is beautiful in a way that is hard to express to someone who doesn't see the patterns of the artists soul swirling within the oil and on the canvas. The meeting was quickly over. Mr Lefette provided us with little to advance our goal. He knew a little about the creator of the Animus Mortis but little else. He offered to help but was quickly rebuffed by several of the officers. I think such a move was with limited foresight. Mr Lefette could prove to be a valuable consultant for much more than just this case. I made a mental note to return to visit him with the particulars of this case when my fellow officers were not puffing their macho chests and aping around like school yard bullies. Next, we went to lunch of all things. There was another war of wills as differing parties sought to impose themselves. I remained quiet and contemplated Mr Lefette. The food; however, was good. Shilo and J.T. kept questioning me about the magic of the museum during the meal. I don't think they understand magic very well and I know they weren't talking about that spark of the arcane left in each masterpiece by the painter. I don't think I know what they were talking about. We will have to sort it out later. We had one more stop before the day was done (thankfully!). Some warehouse in the gamma district. I gather that the long delay at Hanson's Howlers was related to finding this warehouse. Outside we had another round of the bickering that seems to be ubiquitous to several members. I gave up on the analysis and walked into a side door. Rhonin was a step behind me. The place was a charnel house. Bits of bodies and armor were strewn about the open area. The spent remains of weapons fire littered the floor, scorch marks on the roof, and splintered wood were the evidence that these men did not die without a fight but they died none-the-less. There wasn't much for me to do within such a disturbing place so I made to leave but J.T. and Tiberius were having none of it. They demanded that I stay. The conversation grew heated for a moment when I refused to obey such short sighted commands. Finally, I tried to explain what cannot be explained to a machine - that my magic thrived only because my soul and spirit were healthy. To remain in such a place for too long would destroy what little magic I have and leave me vulnerable to other magics that linger about such places. Malevolent spirits are attracted to such places and while they would have no hold over one such as J.T., they could certainly take advantage of me were my spirits weakened. They dropped the matter for now but I fear that this was not the last I will hear from them. I knew it was a mistake to let a machine lead us. How could Director Cadbury have failed to find a leader for our field team who was human. I'd settle for one who simply had a soul! Outside, I sat quietly trying to shove the gore from my fore-brain and find a place of stillness. It was difficult. I was distracted by too many events, distracted by the ichor, distracted by the squabbling of my teammates, distracted by the otherwordly warping that I felt within the warehouse. A gate? Such a thing made finding stillness nearly impossible for me but I was able to relax a little and pledge that before bed I would find time to perform a fire meditation. Eventually the team emerged from the building and we loaded back into the spinners to head for the 13th. I needed some rest and distance from the discordant personalities. The monks were never like this? There was a quiet debate on the need to visit Markus Bently that night, apparently he was in league with whatever creature consumed his brother. I imagine that he was corrupted shortly after the dive when Ed Bently had the Animus Mortis before selling it to Jay Patton? I was all for calling it a night until I heard the address. Markus Bently lived a few doors down from Uncle Auggie (Agustus). Even if the team laid off for tonight I knew that I'd have to go spend some time on Auggie's couch. His two daughters would love the chance to keep me up all night. [i need Chris's Name...] UP NEXT: Fighting the Animus Mortis or "I block Godzilla with the Painting."

Re: Shadows Angelus III Campaign Logs We had a pretty interesting game last night. Mucho BODY taken all around in the fight with the Animus Mortis but most of it was the nose bleed variety.

Re: Shadow Angelus I haven't tried to do Word 2007 docs but the in Word 2000 (RTF or DOC), I noted that I had to bring it into Notepad to strip out all the hidden formatting issues. Ah, the joys.

Re: Shadow Angelus

Re: Shadow Angelus We also get to play this weekend. So, we will have more! PS - we are also working some things out behind the scenes that will help me move forward on the city design [magic and technology stuff]. I've been randomly posting ideas in red on the city thread and I'll come back in and expand when I find a spare moment. NIGHTSTICK - I got some ideas up for Iota Sector. Hopefully, once i'm done I'll get the itch to write some fiction/fluff pieces to give Angelus some character.

Re: Shadowsoul's Monster Corner Most excellent

Re: [uF]ISTKO Wizard Cabals Sweet. I am sure that I can turn that into something. If I can't I need to put down the pen.

Re: Shadow Angelus Alright then, I'll consider it done if half the group likes it. Still keeping my mind open to suggestions. I have it in a PSD so alterations aren't a thing. Edsel if you'd like a high res version I can upload it [EOG] so that it prints well to work as a cover for your campaign book at home. I also took the map over to the Cartography Guild for comments and crits to see what can be done to improve it before I cross the i's & dot the t's.

Re: Shadow Angelus 2nd try. More squirmy on the inky blob.

I am looking for a few magic groups to twist, bend, and pillage to my own dark ends for the city of Angelus - think Neo-Tokyo in 2112 with liberal dashes of Lovecraft thrown in. Urban Fantasy Anime, if you will. So, anybody know of any neat magical groups? I need Asian themed groups right now but I could still use a few more Western based. Some bad guy groups would help as well. If you want to read up on Angelus, I've got a few links for you Shadow Angelus III: Information for this campaign on Susano's site. Angelus: The city of Angelus a work in progress describing the city itself. Shadow Angelus Discussion: where ideas were worked out for the shape and texture of Angelus. Shadow Angelus I: on Susano's Site Shadow Angelus II: On Susano's Site The idea banditry is going to be used for finishing out Angelus III

Re: [shadows Angelus III] The City of Angelus 1. Thanks. I somehow figure that Angelus would have lots of green. Maybe it is a trick to fool the mind so that the inhabitants feel like they are in a natural setting rather than a glorified oil platform. I've been looking for art that matched that rather than just any ole art. 2. I actually researched the steam - cause I had thoughts like yours. The end result was that I went with using the stream as part of the power system rather than the water system. The release of the steam cranks turbines in long tunnels to generate a fair amount but it is a tertiary system. 3. Thanks for the links. I ran across an article about a year ago describing vertical farming in one of the eastern US cities and it stuck in my head. Between than and desalinated hydroponics it would seem that we already have the knowledge but there isn't a big enough financial drive yet to make these things a reality. Glad you like the city, and thanks again for the links. I'll invaribly need to re-research these bad boys when I get to writing them up completely.

Re: Shadow Angelus Second try at a logo.

Re: [shadows Angelus III] The City of Angelus I agree, but who is going to attract followers with "the ignoble order of evily, evil blood mages who die young and violently" I added some images on the front page to break up the massive blocks of text. Copywrite belongs to the illustrator.

Re: [shadows Angelus III] The City of Angelus I am looking for a few good ideas for evil magic cults. So far I have Entity Cults (need a good name) and Santa Muerte. I'd like something like Demon or Rasputin from Hellboy. A few icky Lovecraftian type of cults. And I need a few non-western magical traditions/schools. Fire away with suggestions.