Ok, most of the writing for the campaign is finished. I'm shooting for a February 16th start for this. I would like to organize a meeting on this date to get things started, it is a campaign so I'm going to need to cooperation of you, the players on this. So, is Thursday, February 16th at 6pm a good time for you guys to muster? I need everyone to be there, so we can randomize the story arcs and get this thing underway!!
In the meantime, here is a little Prologue so you guys see that I've actually written something. Hope you guys enjoy!!
The night in Malifaux began like any other, with a dewy chill that filled the air, along with the occasional pocket of fog. By midnight most of the cities inhabitants will have made their way back to their living quarters. The streets are known to be filled with all kinds of thugs, murderers, undead and not to mention the threat of the Neverborn. It was around 2am when the wind would pick up, clouds rolled in and the already dark sky began to change hue from a pale midnight blue to a glowing purple. The clouds tumbled and the sound of thunder filled the ears of the population. Then the rains came and would last all night, followed by baseball sized hail that dented and forced anything light in structure to break and crumble. Lightning illuminated the sky and the thunder that came with it forced minor tremors to the surrounding areas. Twisters touched down and tossed anything in their path aside like throw pillows, just another product of the intense wind gusts produced by this system. It was a storm Malifaux had never seen before. Of course, the storms were different on this side of the breach, but this one was made of some sort of magical ether. Any practitioner of the magical arts could feel the pulse of magic with each thunder clap and wind gust. It was truly exhilarating.
The storm would rage on for hours and it seemed like there was no end in sight to its fury. Then out of nowhere, the clouds began to take motion. They started to rotate around a single point of light amongst the sky, counter clockwise. The winds shifted, gusting chaotically without reason. At the center point of the vortex, the light began to grow in size and shape until it reach its zenith. It looked like a sun in the night sky. Flashing with power, the sky hummed in an electric drone. It pulsated, than lashed out at the earth with a crackling bolt of energy, crashing loudly as it reached the ground; the thunderous blast was enough to wake the dead. The point of impact was somewhere outside of the city limits, which was a saving grace for the people of Malifaux as the damage would have been catastrophic.
At Latigo, the Ortega's were patrolling their compound when the storm mustered. Much of the building’s roof had been ripped off from the mighty wind gusts.
"Aidios Mio, it's going to take the whole thing with her!", Francisco yelled out to his sister.
"Hush up, hermano, and help me bolt down these doors. We don't want to make it easy for the Neverborn to get inside once this storm is over.", said Perdita with angst.
Francisco was unaccustomed to that tone in her voice. They struggled through the wind, rain and hail to batten down the hatches. Mesmerized by the brightness in the sky, they both stopped fortifying the ranch, when the great bolt of lightning crashed down like a rabid whip. The sheer force of impact threw them both to the ground. Even though Latigo was a few good miles from the point if impact, they still felt the effects, much like the rest of the city. Partita’s body crackled with energy. She hadn’t felt raw magic flow through her like this since the event. It was exhilarating.
Marcus was on his way into the mountains to reach Rasputina, to deliver an urgent message from Victor Ramos, when the storm rolled in. He was unsure why he was sent to be the messenger, this job was usually assigned to Joss. Either way, the torrential rains and powerful winds were making the trek even harder than usual.
"This is impossible, Marcus.", the soft voice of Myranda cried, "We should turn back now, before this thing really gets nasty."
"No sense in turning back now, already more than halfway to the Temple. Besides, I think we are both more than capable of handling a little rough weather.", Marcus shouted to his student as he manipulated the structure in his bones to handle the conditions.
She winked at him, knowing he was right. They hastened the pace and reached the entrance to the temple, when a great flash and the triumphant sound of thunder caught their attention. Both were knocked to the ground. Myranda began to change form, and Marcus went through a metamorphosis like none he'd experienced. They soon reverted to their original forms, roaring with bestial fury.
In the Quarantine Zone, Seamus was making preparations for his next...adventure. He had sent Molly to grab his things a half hour ago, and was beginning to grow impatient with his little toy. The sound of footsteps filled the room in the abandoned warehouse they had been staying in. Molly Squidpidge appeared before him, when she clumsily tripped over her own feet, dropping the bag full of Seamus' "tools".
"Oh, Molly me girl, there isn't a job you can't handle?", Seamus said as he snickered. He was always mocking her.
She spat up blood before collecting the bits that fell out of the bag. The two of them then headed for the exit of the building when the door was viciously flung open by the wind from the storm. Neither one of them had known about what had been raging outside of the warehouse. A flash of light filled the sky, and a loud crash broke through into their ears.
"...Seamus.", Molly said before being cast aside by the force of the impact.
Both were on their backs when Seamus rose, laughing as he put back on his top hat.
"What a rush!", he shouted.
The Star Theatre had finished its final show of the night shortly before the weather went from bad to worse. Colette Du Bois and her show girls were backstage getting ready for their “secrete act” now. It was known by few what really went on behind the curtain of the brilliant shows they put on, on a nightly basis. Who would have guessed that they were involved in Arcanist activities.
“Are those soul stones ready, girls?”, Colette asked.
“Almost, Ms. Colette. We should be ready to enter the sewers in no time.”, one of them answered as she lifted the last of the stones onto a wagon.
Colette reached for a lever and a wall moved revealing a hidden passage way, the girls made their way down the steps and into the sewers. A loud bang came above, the inner walls of the sewers shook violently. The girls fell to the ground and rose to witness the soul stones inside the wagon glowing brighter than usual. Not before long the stones exploded with power, releasing the souls that were once fused to power them. Colette cringed with pain each time one of the soul stones burst, as if they were once a part of her. She passed out from the agony.
Lilith ventured into the bayou to meet with Zoraida, the vibe she was getting from the storm was highly unusual to her. Maybe the old hag could shed some light on the situation. Finding Zoraida’s whereabouts was never easy though, even for a native Neverborn like herself. The winds began to pick up, and the rains fell harder. Lilith knew the bayou better than most, but in these conditions she easily could easily get lost. Visibility grew worse, she had to rely on her senses alone to find the hags location when she felt something familiar amongst the flux of magic.
Lilith drew her great sword and shouted, “Speak now, or die!”. A figured came forward out of the shadows of the bayou.
“Now that’s no way to great family.”, said Pandora.
It had been months since they had seen each other. Lilith was more than surprised to see her out here.
“If you’re looking for Zoraida, end your search, the hag is nowhere to be found.”, Pandora informed, “I’ve been searching for hours. I even found her hut, but she wasn’t there.”
The sense of panic in the young Neverborn’s voice was apparent. Lilith would have spoken but, was interrupted by a sudden surge of magical power. It felt strangely familiar to her. When she looked over to find Pandora, she was lying on the ground moaning. Her box was close by pulsating with power.
Lady Justice was out on orders investigating a tip given to the Guild about possible Resurrectionists activity, in the downtown area, around the time the rains came. It was her sworn duty to the Governor, and the city, to make sure such threats were taken care of swiftly no matter the weather or time of night. The compound she sought after was ordinary enough. It was in the middle of town, which seemed unusual to her. Most practitioners of the dark arts performed their foul deeds in absolute secrecy.
“There is nothing here, Justice. We searched the perimeter front and back, inside and out. No sign of Resurrection.”, spoke one of her Death Marshalls.
“Just as I thought.”, she said, “That old man’s story was unlikely, but all accounts must be taken into consideration. Inform my Judge to turn back, our job is done here.”
She went to make haste for the Guild Enclave when the weather took a turn for the worst. The winds swirled and hail began to smash against her soft face. She looked to the sky to see an unusual vortex in the sky, when a brilliant flash of light broke through the darkness of the storm. It was powerful and evil, Lady Justice could feel it. Picking her-self off of the ground, she reached for her great sword and cried out, “Judge!”.
The clouds dissipated into nothingness and the storm had passed. Just like that, the chaos was over. It appeared that through all the storms intensity the damage was minor and the casualties were slim, until the glow of fire came through the horizon, followed by faint screams of panic and the smell of smoke. A pioneer town outside of the city, called Katrina, had been the center point for the colossal bolt of energy.
Your friendly neighborhood Henchman.