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IdeologyofMadness.com is a geek culture website where we focus on comics, role playing games, video games, movies, you name it.  If it excites us, we talk about it.  We host a number of podcasts...

Funnybooks (with Aron and Paulie) is a weekly comic book discussion show.  We chat about the business of comics, new releases, experiences in the hobby and old favorites.  Plus, we chat with some of the biggest names in the industry in our New Comic Book Day Interview Series! 
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		<title>Tuesday Tales: End Of The Line</title>
		<link>http://ideologyofmadness.spookyouthouse.com/archives/19211</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 06 Dec 2011 14:30:47 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Debora Silkotch</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[CAST OF PLAYERS: Debora Silkotch…………..Casey Gavin…………………………..…Human Psionic  Jeremy Whitener………….Korin Alabaster…………………………Were-Mongoose Aron Head………………….Story/Setting/Everything Else…….Game Master ********************************************* &#8220;There&#8217;s dark magic eating away at you,” Casey said urgently to Korin. “It will consume you if we can&#8217;t break its hold. Heal yourself now. Put all your power into it. I&#8217;ll help you.&#8221; The Mongoose stared blankly at her for a long moment, then slowly nodded. Closing his eyes, he attempted to block out the sounds of battle and the smells of decay and death, focusing on his own familiar healing powers. Attuned to his efforts, Casey felt him dig, deep down into his center, that core of strength that got him through his early changes, that had kept him sane in the Goblin King&#8217;s dungeons. He plumbed those depths of his core knowing that they were depleted, empty. Not a drop left in the well. Dry as a bone it was. Only dust and ashes there. Dust. Ashes. And a heaping dollop of despair. &#8230;wait&#8230; Something? A flash of spring air, an overwhelming sense of renewal&#8230; Deeply, he drew of that strength and at once was keenly aware of the terrible thing feeding upon him. Black and corrupt, a thing of diabolical intent using his life force to power its own wicked ends. Alone, he wouldn’t have stood a chance against this thing, but with Casey&#8217;s assistance&#8230; He sensed her — truly sensed her &#8211; for the first time. He breathed in her scent much like sniffing a fragrant rose. His eyes widened,....]]></description>
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		<title>Tuesday Tales: A Haunted House</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 29 Nov 2011 14:30:44 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Debora Silkotch</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[CAST OF PLAYERS: Debora Silkotch…………..Casey Gavin…………………………..…Human Psionic  Jera Morrison…………..….Alseyne Aulaudin……………………Sidhe Changeling  Kendall Nye………….……Joseph McAdoo………………………..Ronin Garou Aaron Murphy……………..Claws-of-Honor…………………&#8230;.Were-Tiger Jeremy Whitener………….Korin Alabaster…………………………Were-Mongoose Rachelle Phifer…………….Amaya……………………………….Ghoul  Aron Head………………….Story/Setting/Everything Else…….Game Master ********************************************* &#8220;Everyone watch your backs!” Alseyne called as Yggthor, Claws and the Stonewolf bolted toward the leaning structure. “And try to stay within sight of each other &#8212; we don&#8217;t need any doppelgangers! Casey, if you can do it safely, please try to keep a mental lock on each of us so you can warn us if anyone gets into trouble.&#8221; It only took a moment for Casey to establish very passive links among the group. It was rather like monitoring more than one radio station: it would be easy to lose focus on what she was doing. She let the connections hum quietly in the background, sparing them only enough attention to catch any twangs of alarm or surprise. Alsyne started across the lawn more cautiously than the impatient warriors, her sword at the ready. Casey fell in beside her. Pip tossed a nod to Wynne, who answered it with a nod herself. She disappeared into the trees. The satyr rushed up between Alseyne and Casey, brandishing his polearm. &#8220;Ass-whompin&#8217; time, ladies&#8230;&#8221; Alseyne kept her watchful pace. “Fools rush &#8211;&#8221; BLAM! BLAM! Two shots rang out from the darkened porch of the house beyond. Yggthor, in the lead, appeared to be drawing the fire. The first bullet rang off the blade of his axe. The second blast clipped Big Blue in the left....]]></description>
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		<title>Tuesday Tales: Storming The Castle</title>
		<link>http://ideologyofmadness.spookyouthouse.com/archives/19159</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 22 Nov 2011 14:30:02 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Debora Silkotch</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[CAST OF PLAYERS: Debora Silkotch…………..Casey Gavin…………………………..…Human Psionic  Jera Morrison…………..….Alseyne Aulaudin……………………Sidhe Changeling  Kendall Nye………….……Joseph McAdoo………………………..Ronin Garou Aaron Murphy……………..Claws-of-Honor…………………&#8230;&#8230;Were-Tiger Jeremy Whitener………….Korin Alabaster…………………………Were-Mongoose Rachelle Phifer…………….Amaya……………………………………Ghoul  Aron Head………………….Story/Setting/Everything Else…….Game Master ********************************************* &#8220;We just need a moment to prep,&#8221; Alseyne said to the restive Mongoose. She, Pip and Wynne all extended their hands over each other’s. With closed eyes they murmured, &#8220;Bitter death you may control But over living&#8217;s light you have no hold! Break now we demand! Break now we command!&#8221; They pulled back their hands. Pip turned his over, revealing a brilliant sphere beaming with golden daylight. Korin shielded his eyes from the glare, but it quickly dimmed. &#8220;It will glow once you&#8217;ve reached the Necromancer.&#8221; Pip handed the object to Korin. &#8220;Smash it once you&#8217;ve reached him. The closer the better.&#8221; Korin nodded. &#8220;Okay&#8230;get close, smash this and then hold out for the calvary. Casey, can you guide me to him? I mean if you can find him?&#8221; Casey shook her her head regretfully. &#8220;I can definitely sense the Necromancer’s presence in the house, but I can&#8217;t tell where he is physically. His magicks are interfering with my psionics.” Korin took the sphere carefully in hand. &#8220;How gentle do I need to be with this thing? I mean I don&#8217;t want to break it before I get in there.&#8221; &#8220;Well,&#8221; Pip offered, &#8220;It&#8217;s not Grandma&#8217;s china. But it ain&#8217;t Tupperware either.&#8221; &#8220;You&#8217;ll want to be careful with it,&#8221; Alseyne cautioned. The Mongoose took a deep breath. &#8220;Well here goes nothing&#8230;.anyone wanna give....]]></description>
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		<title>Tuesday Tales: Monkey Business</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 15 Nov 2011 14:30:55 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Debora Silkotch</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[CAST OF PLAYERS: Debora Silkotch…………..Casey Gavin……………………………Human Psionic  Jera Morrison…………..….Alseyne Aulaudin……………………Sidhe Changeling  Kendall Nye…………&#8230;……Joseph McAdoo………………………Ronin Garou Aaron Murphy……………..Claws-of-Honor……………&#8230;&#8230;…….Were-Tiger Jeremy Whitener………….Korin Alabaster…………………………Were-Mongoose Rachelle Phifer…………….Amaya………………………………….Ghoul  Aron Head………………….Story/Setting/Everything Else……&#8230;Game Master ********************************************* Amaya squirmed, then stopped as the ropes binding her to the chair bit painfully into her arms. She struggled to open her eyes; the urge to throw up was extreme. The room was dark&#8230;her ghoulish eyes adjusted quickly though. The night was her time. Outside with the raiding party, Casey stood motionless in something resembling a psionic trance. Her mind inhabited Amaya’s: she saw and heard and felt everything the captive ghoul experienced. Wallpaper peeled from battered walls. A wide picture window lay across from her — smashed — looking out onto the porch beyond. Other windows were about, but they were boarded up. On the floor near her chair lay the battered and beaten body of a boy no older than eleven years. He was wearing shorts, a blue t-shirt, and a cape. His head was turned at an angle for which his neck should not be capable of accommodating. Eyes open, the poor fellow looked on at nothing, life having left his body some time ago. Out in the yard, Casey grimaced. &#8220;Ulek, I&#8217;m sorry. Your man is dead.&#8221; The boy nodded. &#8220;We heard&#8230;&#8221; He struggled with the words. &#8220;&#8230;We heard&#8230; the struggle.&#8221; Across the room the baboon — Phil — was pacing in front of an opening leading into a hall beyond. He stopped, seeing Amaya’s wakefulness. &#8220;Well, hello sleepyhead.&#8221;....]]></description>
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		<title>Tuesday Tales: Preparations II</title>
		<link>http://ideologyofmadness.spookyouthouse.com/archives/19126</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 08 Nov 2011 14:30:17 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Debora Silkotch</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[CAST OF PLAYERS: Debora Silkotch…………..Casey Gavin……………………………Human Psionic  Jera Morrison…………..….Alseyne Aulaudin……………………Sidhe Changeling  Kendall Nye…………&#8230;……Joseph McAdoo………………………Ronin Garou Aaron Murphy……………..Claws-of-Honor……………&#8230;&#8230;…….Were-Tiger Jeremy Whitener………….Korin Alabaster…………………………Were-Mongoose Rachelle Phifer…………….Amaya………………………………….Ghoul  Aron Head………………….Story/Setting/Everything Else……&#8230;Game Master ********************************************* The group moved through the trees toward the house, and soon it came into view: three stories of rotted wood, flaking paint and broken glass. “I…we believe the house is trapped,” the Stonewolf rumbled. “Those inside know we prepare to attack.” Alseyne looked speculatively at the structure. &#8220;I wonder if we could perhaps spring the trap: drive them out to meet us rather than go in there? Perhaps causing a small localized earthquake or setting the house ablaze? Even if they leave the hostage behind when they come out, an extraction team would likely have a better chance going in after her, even with the added danger caused by whatever our distraction is. It could work out even better if they bring her out with them &#8212; no need to divide our forces then.&#8221; Pip and Yggthor both thought on that. &#8220;An excellent thought,” BranAdoo agreed. “However, the house sits on a node, Lady. Will that effect your castings?” &#8220;A Node?” Claws frowned. “Is that like a Caern?&#8221; &#8220;I think so,” the Stonewolf responded. &#8220;My knowledge of magic is inadequate to say for sure. &#8221; &#8220;That house is rotting away,” Casey said dubiously. &#8220;It would be a total inferno within minutes if we set it on fire, and the girl&#8217;s in no shape to help herself if for whatever reason we can&#8217;t reach....]]></description>
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		<title>Tuesday Tales: Preparations, Part I</title>
		<link>http://ideologyofmadness.spookyouthouse.com/archives/19105</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 01 Nov 2011 14:30:04 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Debora Silkotch</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[CAST OF PLAYERS: Debora Silkotch…………..Casey Gavin…………………………..…Human Psionic  Jera Morrison…………..….Alseyne Aulaudin……………………Sidhe Changeling  Kendall Nye………….……Joseph McAdoo………………………..Ronin Garou Aaron Murphy……………..Claws-of-Honor………………….Were-Tiger Jeremy Whitener………….Korin Alabaster…………………………Were-Mongoose  Aron Head………………….Story/Setting/Everything Else…….Game Master ********************************************* Alseyne looked up from mentally calculating the resources in her purse. &#8220;Well, if we need silver we&#8217;ve got about 100 bullets available. 9 millimeters.” Her sword slid out of its sheath with a glissando of steel; she casually held it in her usual point-downward stance as she waited for the others to ready themselves. &#8220;So are we going to do this as a straightforward &#8216;storming the castle&#8217; raid or are we going to try diplomacy first?&#8221; Pip and Yggthor looked at each other, then burst out laughing. &#8220;She&#8217;s funny!&#8221; Yggthor observed to the satyr. &#8220;Isn&#8217;t she?&#8221; &#8220;I almost peed myself!&#8221; &#8220;I know!&#8221; &#8220;Diplomacy!&#8221; More laughter. &#8220;That&#8217;s me &#8212; I live to be the life of the party,&#8221; Alseyne said dryly. &#8220;Besides, I never said what TYPE of diplomacy. Intimidation can work quite well. But if you boys are in a bloodthirsty mood, by all means let&#8217;s shout &#8216;Charge!&#8217; and storm the gates&#8230;.err&#8230;door.&#8221; &#8220;The baboon&#8217;s a sly one,&#8221; Yggthor said. &#8220;Diplomacy provides only time for him to work his lies and mischief. A follower of Loki that one.&#8221; &#8220;Green spandex Loki brother of Thor from the comic books?&#8221; Pip asks, &#8220;Or blood brother of Odin Loki from the Eddas?&#8221; Yggthor glared sharply. &#8220;The *real* Loki!&#8221; &#8220;I return to my original question,&#8221; Pip mumbled. &#8220;Don&#8217;t start,&#8221; Yggthor growled. &#8220;Okay, okay&#8230; We&#8217;ll save the media-i-zation of your religion....]]></description>
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		<title>Tuesday Tales: Once More Unto The Breach</title>
		<link>http://ideologyofmadness.spookyouthouse.com/archives/19091</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 25 Oct 2011 14:30:38 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Debora Silkotch</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[CAST OF PLAYERS: Debora Silkotch…………..Casey Gavin…………………………..…Human Psionic  Jera Morrison…………..….Alseyne Aulaudin……………………Sidhe Changeling  Kendall Nye………….……Joseph McAdoo………………………..Ronin Garou Aaron Murphy……………..Claws-of-Honor………………….Were-Tiger Jeremy Whitener………….Korin Alabaster…………………………Were Mongoose  Aron Head………………….Story/Setting/Everything Else…….Game Master ********************************************* &#8220;&#8230;I&#8217;m just saying that I think it&#8217;s a bit much is all.&#8221; Pip frowned, steering the SUV out of the parking lot and onto North Lamar. &#8220;All of us? For a baboon?&#8221; Behind him in a middle seat, McAdoo smiled without humor. &#8220;Better to have and not need.&#8221;  Korin sat quietly in a back seat of the SUV, looking utterly bemused. Beside him, Casey saw his mute bafflement and remembered that he knew even less about what was going on than she did.  Quietly, she leaned over and shared what little information she had.  &#8221;Pretty crazy, isn&#8217;t it?  As I understand it, Austin was a much safer place to be until just recently.  All the different factions have always been here &#8212; the garou, the vampires, the Fae and so on &#8212; but they maintained a kind of&#8230;balance, a status quo, amongst themselves.  They weren&#8217;t allies, but they kept the peace; they followed certain rules of conduct.&#8221; Korin nodded, listening intently. &#8220;Then something changed,&#8221; she went on.  &#8221;Bronwen, the Vampire Prince of Austin, somehow formed an alliance with a subgroup of garou, the Red Talons, and with Mardmor and his goblins, and with a demon prince called Kilarothes who&#8217;s in exile from his own world.  Between them they seem to be recruiting all the local figures of power who will join them, and destroying....]]></description>
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		<title>Tuesday Tales: On The Scent</title>
		<link>http://ideologyofmadness.spookyouthouse.com/archives/19063</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 18 Oct 2011 14:30:25 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Debora Silkotch</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[CAST OF PLAYERS: Debora Silkotch…………..Casey Gavin…………………………..…Human Psionic  Jera Morrison…………..….Alseyne Aulaudin……………………Sidhe Changeling  Kendall Nye………….……Joseph McAdoo………………………..Ronin Garou Aaron Murphy……………..Claws-of-Honor………………….Were-Tiger Jeremy Whitener………….Korin Alabaster…………………………Were Mongoose  Aron Head………………….Story/Setting/Everything Else…….Game Master ********************************************* &#8220;The nordic mythos is not known for stories ending in &#8216;happily ever after,&#8217;&#8221; Alseyne pointed out. &#8220;Which doesn&#8217;t mean that we can&#8217;t still fight and prevail. I&#8217;m not much one for letting someone else try to determine my destiny for me.&#8221; &#8220;Me neither,&#8221; Casey agreed. &#8220;Claws&#8217; memories are blocked after a certain point, so I can&#8217;t shed any light there. What I did see&#8230;&#8221; She described in meticulous detail the memories that she was able to access. &#8220;Not sure how that ties in with the prophecy.&#8221; Leaning across the table, Korin looked at the Bastet. &#8220;Wait&#8230;so Claws was on the moon for a few hours which in moon time translates to years? Who would he bring back? Why would they follow him here?&#8221; The black-haired Sidhe shook her head. &#8220;I think he was on the moon for a few hours &#8212; or what his mind saw as the moon, then he was sent to a different time for what appears to be several years, then returned back here. As for who would follow&#8230;presumably his enemies. Why&#8230;to kill him, perhaps, or for some information he carries? Their motive is unclear.&#8221; Glancing around for a clock, Casey commented, &#8220;It&#8217;s getting late, I should head back. I&#8217;m supposed to be helping Falco with something.&#8221; Claws seemed deep in thought, half listening to the exchange going on around....]]></description>
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		<title>Tuesday Tales: Bad Moon Rising</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 11 Oct 2011 16:26:51 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Debora Silkotch</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[CAST OF PLAYERS: Debora Silkotch…………..Casey Gavin…………………………..…Human Psionic  Jera Morrison…………..….Alseyne Aulaudin……………………Sidhe Changeling  Kendall Nye………….……Joseph McAdoo………………………..Ronin Garou Aaron Murphy……………..Claws-of-Honor………………….Were-Tiger Jeremy Whitener………….Korin Alabaster…………………………Were Mongoose  Aron Head………………….Story/Setting/Everything Else…….Game Master ********************************************* &#8220;Our friend Claws has been far and long from us,&#8221; Iggthor said ominously. &#8220;And I suspect he has brought his foes back with him.&#8221; Alseyne frowned. Casey&#8217;s baffled expression shifted slowly to one of horrified comprehension. &#8220;Yes, I was wondering about the word Wyrm used,&#8221; McAdoo commented in a quiet tone. &#8220;Our friend carries no scent of wrymtaint.&#8221; Claws cocked his head to the side. &#8220;Something I said&#8230; yes, I did, didn&#8217;t I?&#8221; His brow drew tight, trying to remember. &#8220;I don&#8217;t understand it, but it seemed important.&#8221; He pondered, &#8220;Brought them back with me? I remember no one. I was in the room alone, until Alseyne arrived. Alone with a sword, a dripping sword. Dripping&#8230;fresh blood? If it weren&#8217;t fresh, it would have dried.&#8221; McAdoo slid his half-eaten pie away, shifted his chair away from the table. &#8220;I fear the story unfinished. &#8221; Now it was Alsyene warrior who smiled. &#8220;Unfinished stories are the best kind because you can write your own ending.&#8221; McAdoo snorted in wry humor. &#8220;Bloodthirsty elf.&#8221; She raised an elegant eyebrow, &#8220;I am not a bloodthirsty elf.&#8221; She paused, and then a wide feral smile broke over her face as she laughed, &#8220;I&#8217;m a bloodthirsty Sidhe.&#8221; &#8220;From the sounds of it, bloodshed follows me.,&#8221; Claws scowled. &#8220;Are you sure you don&#8217;t want to let me depart, as I offered....]]></description>
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		<title>Tuesday Tales: Musical Interlude, And New Troubles</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 04 Oct 2011 15:36:01 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Debora Silkotch</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[CAST OF PLAYERS: Debora Silkotch…………..Casey Gavin…………………………..…Human Psionic Jera Morrison…………..….Alseyne Aulaudin……………………Sidhe Changeling  Kendall Nye………….……Joseph McAdoo………………………..Ronin Garou Aaron Murphy……………..Claws-of-Honor………………….Were-Tiger Jeremy Whitener………….Korin Alabaster…………………………Were Mongoose Aron Head………………….Story/Setting/Everything Else…….Game Master ********************************************* Casey&#8217;s question seemed to snap Claws from his reverie. With a shrug, he looked over at her. &#8220;I wish I could say. I remember being drawn to Selene&#8217;s realm and a short bit after that. Then I remember sitting in the common room at the hotel, studying a bloody sword. Between that is nothing but a blur.&#8221; Casey frowned thoughtfully at his phrasing. &#8220;&#8216;A bloody sword&#8217;? Not your own sword?&#8221; She tried to recall the weapons he&#8217;d carried in Sanctuary, and flashing silver hakarrs took form within the blurred images of those adrenaline-soaked hours. &#8220;You don&#8217;t remember how you got it, or how it got bloody?&#8221; He shook his head. &#8220;No, I don&#8217;t think it&#8217;s my sword. I really don&#8217;t remember ever learning to swing a sword. And the blood, I figure that it belongs to whoever the last person the sword was used on.&#8221; &#8220;Who&#8217;s Selene?&#8221; &#8220;&#8216;Who is Selene?&#8217;&#8221; Claws looked as though he couldn&#8217;t believe anyone wouldn&#8217;t know who she was. He just shook his head, as if talking to a young child who hadn&#8217;t studied her lessons. Casey didn&#8217;t mind; she&#8217;d settled rather comfortably into the role of semi-clueless student. &#8220;Selene is the moon-mother, sister of Gaia.&#8221; There was a reverence in the Tiger&#8217;s voice, as he told the tale with honor. &#8220;From her tears were we,&#8221; he motioned to himself and....]]></description>
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		<title>Tuesday Tales: Dinner Out</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 27 Sep 2011 15:28:35 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Debora Silkotch</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[CAST OF PLAYERS: Debora Silkotch…………..Casey Gavin…………………………..…Human Psionic  Jera Morrison…………..….Alseyne Aulaudin……………………Sidhe Changeling  Kendall Nye………….……Joseph McAdoo………………………..Ronin Garou  Jeremy Whitener………….Korin Alabaster…………………………Were Mongoose  Aron Head………………….Story/Setting/Everything Else……&#8230;Game Master ********************************************* &#8220;Too bad our one ally in that field of expertise skipped out on us,&#8221; Alseyne commented. &#8220;I suppose we can try calling her again but she&#8217;s not been very reliable so far. I would hesitate to put much faith in her assistance.&#8221; &#8220;Lena?&#8221; Pip asked. &#8220;Yeah.  She was kind of flakey.&#8221; &#8220;Careful,&#8221; Yggthor cautioned. &#8220;She may have been devoured by the River Hag.&#8221; &#8220;Sorry.&#8221; &#8220;But I thought she was flakey, too.&#8221; Yggthor added. &#8220;Yggy!&#8221; Katherine scolded. &#8220;Sorry, dear.&#8221; &#8220;It&#8217;s been days since I&#8217;ve even thought about that hag,&#8221; Alseyne mused. &#8220;I suppose we should call &#8212; just to see if she was the victim or not.  I doubt she was though &#8212; I think she took off to chase whomever was running that tornado that attacked us on Sunday; that&#8217;s when she disappeared.&#8221; &#8220;One hopes he leaves traces enough to follow. However, I have a request.&#8221; McAdoo adjusted the Guardian blade next to his leg. &#8220;Yggthor, remember that house we were at just before we met the children? That place is a node that masked the presence of an abomination skindancer named Phil. I would like aid in chasing him down and support against whatever else was upstairs.&#8221; &#8220;Od&#8217;s blood, I almost forgot about that.&#8221;  Yggthor looked to Pip. &#8220;He&#8217;s right.  Something bad was up there.&#8221; The troll looked back to McAdoo. &#8220;Tonight?  After dinner?&#8221; &#8220;I....]]></description>
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		<title>Tuesday Tales: Searching The Archive</title>
		<link>http://ideologyofmadness.spookyouthouse.com/archives/18719</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 20 Sep 2011 14:30:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Debora Silkotch</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[CAST OF PLAYERS: Debora Silkotch…………..Casey Gavin………………………&#8230;..…Human Psionic Jera Morrison…………..….Alseyne Aulaudin…………………&#8230;Sidhe Changeling Kendall Nye………….……Joseph McAdoo………………&#8230;……..Ronin Garou Jeremy Whitener………….Korin Alabaster……………&#8230;…………Were Mongoose Aron Head………&#8230;……….Story/Setting/Everything Else…….Game Master ********************************************* The ghoul growled, madness finally gripping him. Falco regarded the creature with hard eyes. :: SLEEP! :: Casey felt the ripple of the command, as Yaqub dropped to the floor. ** Handy, ** she smiled.  ** Think he&#8217;ll be okay here while we go find Houseman&#8217;s stuff? ** :: As long as we&#8217;re not gone long. :: ** Let&#8217;s get it done, then.  Don&#8217;t know about you, but the charm&#8217;s pretty much worn off this place for me. ** Before long, the two found themselves in a large chamber originally sealed from visitors by two vault-like doors, easily cracked by Falco.  In the room were row after row of lateral cabinets. :: We won&#8217;t be able to take it all. Just an armful for each of us. :: He gestured for her to go right. She nodded, turning to the nearest cabinet and looking into the first drawer. Files, all coded with a series of ten digits, a decimal point, and two additional digits. Casey reached for the first file, then paused and examined the codes themselves.  The first ten digits were in numerical order; the numbers after the decimal were not.  A classification system, like Dewey Decimal or Library of Congress. :: It&#8217;s all interesting.  It&#8217;s all valuable.  Some is likely powerful. Keep your eyes open. And let me know if you find anything referencing....]]></description>
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		<title>Tuesday Tales: A Ghoulish Encounter</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 13 Sep 2011 17:21:07 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Debora Silkotch</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[CAST OF PLAYERS: Debora Silkotch…………..Casey Gavin…………………………Human Psionic Aron Head……………….Story/Setting/Everything Else…….Game Master ********************************************* Casey considered attempting to seal the smoke and as many spheres as possible behind a flat shield that would fill the corridor from floor to ceiling and wall to wall, but that seemed like a rather short-term solution if they planned on continuing farther down.  Besides, it would only make things worse should the remaining balls roll into the barrier on her side. Instinctively holding her breath as she levitated up off the floor, she sent, ** Maybe they&#8217;re only dangerous if we touch them.  Think we can hop past and then get a door closed between us and them somewhere farther on? ** Falco had been scrutinizing them. :: I agree. :: He joined her, rising. As they moved off, eight panels slid away on the walls &#8212; four on each side. Eight ghastly figures stepped out, the mouths full of sparkling white and beastly pointed teeth. Each was nude, but the gender almost unidentifiable due to the advanced state of&#8230; decay? Their flesh was mottled and gray. A hideous reek emanated from them. :: Welcoming committee? :: ** Somehow I don&#8217;t feel all that welcome. **  Casey eyed the creatures uncertainly, wondering if they had a taste for brains or hearts or some other human organ that Houseman and his freaking vampire buddies couldn&#8217;t supply.  She gestured toward one of the undead figures, sending a wave of heat to ignite it, prepared to quickly raise a....]]></description>
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		<title>Tuesday Tales: A Dish Best Served Cold</title>
		<link>http://ideologyofmadness.spookyouthouse.com/archives/18672</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 06 Sep 2011 14:30:40 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Debora Silkotch</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[CAST OF PLAYERS: Debora Silkotch…………..Casey Gavin…………………………Human Psionic Aron Head……………….Story/Setting/Everything Else…….Game Master ********************************************* &#8230;Zzzzzzzzzzzzz&#8230; Casey blinked, squinting at the deep shades of red and orange washing across her room. Her eyes flicked to the window. Dusk. A long, deeply luxurious stretch revealed a few sore muscles here and there, but all in all she felt pleasantly rested. What was that&#8230;? Breathing. Peering down over the edge of her bed, she saw Pana curled into a tight ball, sound asleep. Smiling, Casey slipped off the other side of the bed so as not to disturb the dog&#8217;s well-earned rest.  A pang of regret twinged faintly as she moved to the window and looked out on the darkening (or brightening, depending on one&#8217;s point of view) cityscape.  She&#8217;d slept straight through the friendly sunlit day; Austin belonged to the night creatures again until another dawn. She wondered almost idly how many more sunrises she&#8217;d live to see.  The Vampire Prince &#8212; Bronwen, she recalled the name after a moment&#8217;s thought &#8212; wasn&#8217;t going to be an easy kill.  He&#8217;d be angry now, and gathering his defenses even while he plotted retaliatory strikes. Getting to him might not be that difficult though.  He might even want to see her by now.  Just reaching Bronwen might not be nearly as much of a challenge as actually taking him down and then getting herself out in one piece. She reached over to the dresser and picked up her weapon, liking the solid heft of it in....]]></description>
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		<title>Tuesday Tales: Winding Down</title>
		<link>http://ideologyofmadness.spookyouthouse.com/archives/18641</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 30 Aug 2011 14:30:03 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Debora Silkotch</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[CAST OF PLAYERS: Debora Silkotch…………..Casey Gavin…………………………Human Psionic Aron Head……………….Story/Setting/Everything Else…….Game Master ********************************************* Casey padded barefoot down the hall following a warm, savory aroma and into the kitchen where she found Cerberus sitting at the counter on a stool sipping a cup of coffee. She gave him a smile as she settled onto the stool beside him.  &#8220;Morning.&#8221; &#8220;Mornin&#8217;.&#8221; He tipped his head. &#8220;Feelin&#8217; human again?&#8221; &#8220;A lot closer, anyway,&#8221; she nodded with a crooked grin.   &#8220;Pana has prepared for you her signature dish,&#8221; The dog-man said &#8220;Kibble.&#8221; Casey glanced uncertainly toward the stove. &#8220;Never mind him,&#8221; the Malamute smiled at Casey and plated up a wedge of frittata featuring pan fried potatoes and onions, yellow squash and zucchini, red bell pepper, eggs, sausage, and cheese. It smelled wonderful. Beside it were several slices of apple and a wedge of navel orange. Casey nearly swooned as the fragrant steam filled her nose.  Her hand trembled as she carefully speared a chunk of potato and took her first bite. It was quite simply wonderful. &#8220;How do you take your coffee?&#8221; For a moment Casey was too absorbed in the simple hedonistic pleasure of chewing and swallowing the savory mouthful to answer.  But between the first forkful and the second she managed to look briefly up from her plate.  &#8220;No coffee for me, I need to sleep.  Is there any milk back there?&#8221; &#8220;There is,&#8221; Pana drew the jug out of the refrigerator, &#8220;Skim okay?&#8221; That struck Casey as humorous.  Falco, able to....]]></description>
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		<title>Tuesday Tales: What Remains</title>
		<link>http://ideologyofmadness.spookyouthouse.com/archives/18616</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 23 Aug 2011 14:30:27 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Debora Silkotch</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[CAST OF PLAYERS: Debora Silkotch…………..Casey Gavin…………………………Human Psionic Aron Head……………….Story/Setting/Everything Else…….Game Master ********************************************* Casey hovered in slightly dazed silence, blinking around at the dark ruins.  &#8220;What&#8230;what was&#8230;&#8221;  Her mind felt like it was revving in park, trying to process the images, sensations and transitions that had just flooded through it. Falco hooked an eyebrow at her.   Her gaze settled on the inert amulet, focused there with an effort.  &#8220;Good.  We&#8217;ll keep it somewhere safe.&#8221;  She looked around the dusty, settling ruins and a shudder rippled though her.  &#8220;Let&#8217;s get out of here.&#8221; &#8220;Agreed.&#8221; He slipped the amulet into his pocket and exited the chamber. Casey followed more slowly, the lingering images of things and people and places she&#8217;d never known still teasing her curiosity.  Were those scenes from Falco&#8217;s long life?  For an instant she&#8217;d seemed to be a part of him, sharing his experiences and memories.  It had been marvelous while it was happening, but now she felt rather awkward, as if she&#8217;d snuck in and read the diary of someone she barely knew.  It was a level of personal intimacy completely out of synch with the usual mentor/student nature of their relationship. And Casey instinctively shied away from the thought of letting their relationship become personal.  Having a mentor with a penchant for manipulation and deception&#8230;she could handle that, now that she knew to be aware of it.  But to think of him as a friend, and to always wonder what deceptions her friend may be practicing upon her....]]></description>
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		<title>Tuesday Tales: Dreams and Visions</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 16 Aug 2011 14:30:46 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Debora Silkotch</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[CAST OF PLAYERS: Debora Silkotch…………..Casey Gavin…………………………Human Psionic Aron Head……………….Story/Setting/Everything Else…….Game Master ********************************************* Casey moved swiftly back through the door and onto the swaying staircase, seeking out Yggthor&#8217;s mind on the roof above.  ** Yggthor, take off as soon as you and the Stonwolf and Korin are aboard.  Alseyne says to call her at the Pendleton once you get it landed; she&#8217;s going to go collect Percyndi and head back there. ** Traveling alone she made better speed: it was more levitation than footwork that carried her swiftly down the stairwell toward where she sensed Falco&#8217;s presence. ** Done; everyone&#8217;s gone or going. I&#8217;m going to come down and see if I can help you squelch that thing. ** :: Casey&#8230; This place is about to come down around our ears. You may not get here in time&#8230; :: Unshakable determination suffused her mental presence.  ** You&#8217;re here because I called you.  Going back for the amulet was my idea too.  Basically if you die here it&#8217;ll be because of me. **  If anything, she was plunging down the stairwell even faster than before. She sensed a scowl from him. :: I make my own choices, just like you, Casey. No one is responsible for what happens here other than ourselves&#8230; and Mardmor. ::   ** I&#8217;m not prepared to accept that.  If we don&#8217;t have time to kill the amulet, then at the very least maybe I can help you not get crushed. ** :: Well, I can&#8217;t argue with....]]></description>
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		<title>Tuesday Tales: A Brief Glimpse Of Daylight</title>
		<link>http://ideologyofmadness.spookyouthouse.com/archives/18524</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 09 Aug 2011 14:30:42 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Debora Silkotch</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[CAST OF PLAYERS: Debora Silkotch…………..Casey Gavin…………………………Human Psionic Jera Morrison…………….Alseyne Aulaudin……………………Sidhe Changeling Jeremy Whitener………….Korin Alabaster………………………Were Mongoose Kendall Nye………………Joseph McAdoo……………………..Ronin Garou Aron Head……………….Story/Setting/Everything Else…….Game Master ********************************************* Pana fell into step alongside Casey as she hurried to catch up with her comrades, still puzzling over Falco&#8217;s actions.  It made no sense that he would actually feel threatened by Alseyne.  The Sidhe had seemed to approve of the plan to destroy the amulet anyway.  And even if it did come to a fight, Alseyne would be no match for Falco.   And what in the world had made him think that Casey herself would go along with his plan?  If he knew her at all he should have known she wouldn&#8217;t let herself be drawn into betraying the trust of people who had earned her respect and loyalty tonight. She frowned.  Maybe he&#8217;d known she wouldn&#8217;t go along with it; maybe his intention all along had been to go alone to find the amulet. But what use would a psionic, a proven enemy of Mardmor, have for a goblin artifact?  On the other hand, if he only meant to destroy it, why couldn&#8217;t he have done that with Casey and Alseyne present? None of it made sense. And what if he wasn&#8217;t the only one searching for it?  What if he ran into more of those thaumaturges or whatever they were called, and they took the amulet? Nothing was ever as simple as it should be. Should she just keep her mouth shut and....]]></description>
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		<title>Tuesday Tales: Choices</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Aug 2011 12:30:24 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Debora Silkotch</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[CAST OF PLAYERS: Debora Silkotch…………..Casey Gavin…………………………Human Psionic Jera Morrison…………….Alseyne Aulaudin……………………Sidhe Changeling Jeremy Whitener………….Korin Alabaster………………………Were Mongoose Kendall Nye………………Joseph McAdoo……………………..Ronin Garou Aron Head……………….Story/Setting/Everything Else…….Game Master ********************************************* &#8220;I almost forgot the amulet &#8212; it&#8217;s still in there somewhere!&#8221; Casey exclaimed.  &#8220;I need to find it before someone else does!&#8221; Alseyne nodded slowly. &#8220;Yes. We don&#8217;t want that thing just lying around, though I&#8217;m not sure how we can find it amongst all of this. But, no offense meant, Casey &#8212; I don&#8217;t think you should hold onto it yourself.&#8221; Casey frowned, then shrugged.  &#8220;Falco can carry it, then.&#8221; Falco nodded. &#8220;Why don&#8217;t Casey and I seek out the amulet while the rest of you head up top?&#8221; &#8220;Frankly, I think it&#8217;s too dangerous for anyone here other than maybe Korin to hold onto for any length of time,&#8221; Alseyne commented. &#8220;We don&#8217;t know what it does but I&#8217;m very afraid it could potentially negatively affect anyone with either telepathic skills or kithain heritage. Korin is the only one of us present that doesn&#8217;t fall into one of those two categories so therefore should be the least likely to be able to be affected by it.&#8221; Casey mulled that over.  &#8220;Korin may not be able to communicate with it, but that doesn&#8217;t mean weres can&#8217;t be affected by bad Fae juju.  Look what happened to McAdoo.&#8221;   &#8220;We should take it back to Graford,&#8221; Pip shared. Catching Falco&#8217;s questioning eye he clarified, &#8220;To our Duke. He has people that can study it, contain it.&#8221; &#8220;Aye,&#8221;....]]></description>
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		<title>Tuesday Tales: Identity Crisis</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 26 Jul 2011 14:30:52 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Debora Silkotch</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[CAST OF PLAYERS: Debora Silkotch…………..Casey Gavin…………………………Human Psionic Jera Morrison…………….Alseyne Aulaudin……………………Sidhe Changeling Jeremy Whitener………….Korin Alabaster………………………Were Mongoose Kendall Nye………………Joseph McAdoo……………………..Ronin Garou Aron Head……………….Story/Setting/Everything Else…….Game Master ********************************************* Pip smiled, looking around from face to face. &#8220;Ummm&#8230; anyone seen Percyndi?&#8221; &#8220;She was above us on the ladder, up nearer Korin and Marlboro and Wynne,&#8221; Alseyne said. She looked around, &#8220;Where&#8217;s he, by the way? Or Andali or Wynne?&#8221; &#8220;I&#8217;ll see if I can find them now.&#8221;  Casey extended her restored perceptions out through the wreckage, into what was left of the compound, searching for the missing members of their group. She found Elijah … and Percyndi and the other two surviving prisoners. They were outside the Machine room, but still within Mardmor&#8217;s subterranean sanctum. She brightened.  &#8220;Percyndi&#8217;s alive, Alseyne.  And Elijah, and two of the other prisoners.&#8221;  She indicated the direction.  &#8220;That way.&#8221; Alseyne smiled widely over at Pip before turning back to Casey. &#8220;Good to hear! Let&#8217;s go get them!&#8221; &#8220;No sign of Marlboro or Andali, though. Or Wynne,&#8221; Casey added. Alseyne frowned. &#8220;Maybe she&#8217;s out already. Sluagh are able to get through very small openings.&#8221; Casey started to say that her telepathy had a broader range than a person on foot could have walked out of yet, but then realized that she didn&#8217;t know how long she herself been unconscious after the explosion.  And Sanctuary&#8217;s dampening effect on her psionics seemed to be be preventing her from reaching outside the structure anyway. &#8220;Maybe,&#8221; was all she said. &#8220;Wynne lives,&#8221; Yggthor rumbled. &#8220;I&#8217;d....]]></description>
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		<title>Tuesday Tales: Regrouping</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 19 Jul 2011 14:30:57 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Debora Silkotch</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[CAST OF PLAYERS: Debora Silkotch…………..Casey Gavin…………………………Human Psionic Jera Morrison…………….Alseyne Aulaudin…………………&#8230;Sidhe Changeling Jeremy Whitener………….Korin Alabaster………………………Were Mongoose Kendall Nye………………Joseph McAdoo……………………..Ronin Garou Aron Head……………….Story/Setting/Everything Else…….Game Master ********************************************* :: Magic. :: In Falco&#8217;s mental voice, the word sounded rather more distasteful than magical. :: No good ever comes of it. :: Casey considered.  ** The Fae magic … glamour … it seems pretty useful.  To the Fae, I mean.  They can heal with it, that has to be a good thing.  Pip gave me some aspirin once, ** she added wistfully.  ** Wonderful stuff.  Although … in retrospect, I guess I&#8217;m lucky it didn&#8217;t, like, eviscerate me. **  She thought of the healing and Oakenshield charms that had been successfully cast on her tonight.  ** Maybe the glamour is only toxic when I try to utilize it, or when it&#8217;s purposely used against me? ** :: I&#8217;ve never had any luck with the stuff, but I&#8217;ve always been on the wrong side of it. :: ** I guess that would make a difference, alright. ** She climbed in silence for a moment. Then, ** How come people like us usually can&#8217;t stand one another? ** :: Many reasons. Such as ego for instance. Our abilities are highly advanced. Many feel that our kind are all superior to the rest of humanity, and most feel they are better than the rest of the Attuned. Such views generally lead to forcing others to bend to the dominant will. With a few exceptions, I have found it....]]></description>
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		<title>Tuesday Tales: Digging Out</title>
		<link>http://ideologyofmadness.spookyouthouse.com/archives/18326</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 12 Jul 2011 14:30:41 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Debora Silkotch</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[CAST OF PLAYERS: Debora Silkotch…………..Casey Gavin…………………………Human Psionic Kendall Nye………………Joseph McAdoo……………………..Ronin Garou Aron Head……………….Story/Setting/Everything Else…….Game Master ********************************************* Casey, Falco and the three Dogpeople moved upward through a narrow shaft of gaps among the wreckage and debris following the destruction of Mardmor&#8217;s Machine. It was a slow climb of winding tunnels, low ceilings, and crawl ways. At last they reached a clear area that had once been part of the chamber housing the Machine. An open doorway lay ahead, and People standing guard. Pana in bipedal form nodded her direction. The Malamute appeared stoic and formal, but Casey could sense the dog-woman&#8217;s excitement at seeing her. She smiled.  &#8220;Good to see you in one piece, Pana.  I was afraid I&#8217;d lost you.&#8221; &#8220;Not ever, ma&#8217;am.&#8221; Pana nodded respectfully. &#8220;Good.&#8221;  Casey&#8217;s smile faded.  &#8220;Were very many of the People lost in the blast?&#8221; &#8220;Yes.&#8221; Pana provided a single, solemn nod in response. &#8220;But for each one of our we lost, we took dozens of theirs.&#8221; Casey nodded, then sighed.  What a waste … all those lives, on both sides, thrown away for Mardmor&#8217;s mad ambitions.  She wondered what his misguided followers would do now.  Regroup, try to build another Gateway Engine?  Recognize the folly of their aspirations and go peacefully back to their old lives? Whichever way they went, they&#8217;d have to do without Prince Bronwen&#8217;s help next time around.  Casey hadn&#8217;t forgotten her promise to Houseman to eliminate that foul source of treachery and murder.  The Vampire Prince was still next on....]]></description>
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		<title>Tuesday Tales: Picking Up The Pieces</title>
		<link>http://ideologyofmadness.spookyouthouse.com/archives/18300</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 05 Jul 2011 14:30:13 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Debora Silkotch</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[CAST OF PLAYERS: Debora Silkotch…………..Casey Gavin…………………………Human Psionic Aron Head……………….Story/Setting/Everything Else…….Game Master ********************************************* Casey&#8217;s first indication that she was alive was the miserable pain in her back, followed immediately by the gnawing pain in her shoulders, hips, and everywhere else. Not to mention a headache that would kill small children. Her eyes blinked open. She could see nothing; there was no light source here. She seemed to be lying across a pile of torn metal and rocks. Did they … were they buried beneath what was left of the Machine and its chamber? That was technically good then, right?  Felt like the whole damn thing had been reduced to a pile of rubble. Chalk up a win for the good guys. Hurt.  Everything hurt. Slowly, carefully, she tried to move; partly just to see if all the moving parts still worked, and partly to determine whether she was trapped in the wreckage. She found that she was in good working order and mobile. Just more sore than any person ever ought to be. :: Casey? :: It was Falco. He sent a pulse of emotion to her. He was thankful that she&#8217;d made it through. The touch of his mind was a sweet, warm comfort; it soothed the horrific throbbing in her head a bit.  She focused on him, tried to push all the pain into the background.  ** Falco. **  :: It is done. Mardmor&#8217;s dream is in ruins. Humanity is safe. Thanks in large part to you. :: Relief swelled....]]></description>
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		<title>Tuesday Tales: Inferno</title>
		<link>http://ideologyofmadness.spookyouthouse.com/archives/18264</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 28 Jun 2011 14:30:19 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Debora Silkotch</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[CAST OF PLAYERS: Debora Silkotch…………..Casey Gavin…………………………Human Psionic Aron Head……………….Story/Setting/Everything Else…….Game Master ********************************************* Casey sent a bolt of telekinetic force through the door into the belly of the Machine. The flames within the furnace flared in protest at the foreign element: it was apparent that the Machine didn&#8217;t care for the flavor of her power. She nodded slowly, then changed her tactics, literally fighting fire with fire this time.  With a mighty effort she sent a roaring wave of psionic flames into the door, attempting to consume the green storm within. She could feel the effect of her efforts as a storm of forces battled within the furnace. … but the Machine was too powerful. It overwhelmed her fire. The engine ran on magic and did appear to be queered by Casey&#8217;s abilities. But she needed a more direct application of her power against the Machine&#8217;s. Her thoughts turned to the night before, and a textbook Falco had given her in his study: &#8221;The Metrics of Telekinetics.&#8221;  She&#8217;d tried to read it, but it might as well have been written in a foreign language for all the enlightenment she&#8217;d gleaned from its pages.  She wished now that she&#8217;d had more time to learn, more preparation for this moment. ** Falco? Can you hear me? ** :: I am here. :: He answered at once, his voice calm in her head. She drifted back away from the Machine, staring bemusedly at the towering hulk of dark iron.  She knew what it ran on....]]></description>
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		<title>Tuesday Tales: The Well</title>
		<link>http://ideologyofmadness.spookyouthouse.com/archives/18226</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 21 Jun 2011 14:30:44 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Debora Silkotch</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[CAST OF PLAYERS: Debora Silkotch…………..Casey Gavin…………………………Human Psionic Jera Morrison…………….Alseyne Aulaudin…………………&#8230;Sidhe Changeling Jeremy Whitener………….Korin Alabaster………………………Were Mongoose Rob Bennett……………..General Branford Stonewing………..Troll Changeling Kendall Nye………………Joseph McAdoo……………………..Ronin Garou Mia Schubert……………….Marlboro…………………………….Satyr Changeling Aron Head……………….Story/Setting/Everything Else…….Game Master ********************************************* &#8220;Ok, let&#8217;s try Casey&#8217;s idea. We three … &#8221; Alseyne indicated herself, Pip and the Nocker &#8220;… will try to knock the couplings loose as a final ploy to stop the firing if Casey can bounce us over to the Machine. You and Mac and the believer there …&#8221; she indicated Casey and McAdoo and Marlboro &#8220;… try to use the Well and see if we can&#8217;t get rid of some of the power at least. But before you do that, Casey, would you please see if you can find Andali&#8217;s mind down below? It could be she was knocked unconscious or something and we just didn&#8217;t see her in the grand melee.&#8221; Marlboro made a face. &#8220;Hey now … I thought we all agreed … gotta get the others out. And belief works from quite a distance … just look at Santa!&#8221; &#8220;Go believe elsewhere if you want, Marlboro,&#8221; Alseyne remarked flatly. &#8220;Just remember that doing that might put Andali at risk, because she&#8217;s got to be down below somewhere and if this thing goes off then she&#8217;s going to be fried as well. I thought you might want to be involved in trying to help keep her alive until we can ALL walk away from this.&#8221; &#8220;Hey babe,&#8221; Marlboro replied, &#8220;Don&#8217;t start layin&#8217; your seelie claptrap....]]></description>
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		<title>Tuesday Tales: Countdown To Apocalypse II</title>
		<link>http://ideologyofmadness.spookyouthouse.com/archives/18172</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 14 Jun 2011 14:30:57 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Debora Silkotch</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[CAST OF PLAYERS: Debora Silkotch…………..Casey Gavin…………………………Human Psionic Jera Morrison…………….Alseyne Aulaudin…………………&#8230;Sidhe Changeling Jeremy Whitener………….Korin Alabaster………………………Were Mongoose Rob Bennett……………..General Branford Stonewing………..Troll Changeling Kendall Nye………………Joseph McAdoo……………………..Ronin Garou Mia Schubert……………….Marlboro…………………………….Satyr Changeling Aron Head……………….Story/Setting/Everything Else…….Game Master ********************************************* Alseyne turned to a nearby Nocker among the freed prisoners. &#8220;Your kith is usually quite good with devices. Can you think of anything we can try that may allow us to stop this thing from firing without having it blow up and take all of us with it?&#8221; The burly Nocker was wearing a blue workman&#8217;s shirt with a Grimm Motors patch on it, covered with blood and gore today instead of engine grease. &#8220;Sure. I can take a look at it.&#8221; He moved to the rail, studying the Machine. Casey took a closer look at the cannons.  &#8220;I might be able to just fold them over.  Crimp them shut.&#8221; Alseyne nodded. &#8220;We can do that if we can&#8217;t find another option, but doing so is likely to set up a breechback and I&#8217;d prefer not to be standing at Ground Zero for that.&#8221; She indicated their current position at the base of the cannons. &#8220;That&#8217;s why I&#8217;d prefer to bleed off the power if we can figure out how.&#8221; She stopped a second and thought. &#8220;Casey, if you could draw from us … could you draw power directly from the Machine? I mean … maybe you could act as the conduit we need if you can actually use the power in some way. Maybe channel it into....]]></description>
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		<title>Tuesday Tales: Countdown To Apocalypse</title>
		<link>http://ideologyofmadness.spookyouthouse.com/archives/18118</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 07 Jun 2011 14:45:01 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Debora Silkotch</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[CAST OF PLAYERS: Debora Silkotch…………..Casey Gavin…………………………Human Psionic Jera Morrison…………….Alseyne Aulaudin…………………&#8230;Sidhe Changeling Jeremy Whitener………….Korin Alabaster………………………Were Mongoose Rob Bennett……………..General Branford Stonewing………..Troll Changeling Kendall Nye………………Joseph McAdoo……………………..Ronin Garou Mia Schubert……………….Marlboro…………………………….Satyr Changeling Aron Head……………….Story/Setting/Everything Else…….Game Master ********************************************* As they reach the top of the Machine Casey moved everyone back over the rail, settling them and herself back onto the catwalk. Just as they touched down, one of the prisoners threw up, spewing sour bile across the deck. Casey felt ten feet tall and bulletproof, intoxicated with potency, as if with a casual wave of her hand she could reduce Mardmor&#8217;s entire Gateway Engine to a heap of inert rubble.  She turned to Alseyne and Pip … and her words of gleeful triumph died on her lips as she saw their hollow-eyed exhaustion.  They looked half-dead on their feet.  For the first time it penetrated her power-soaked mind what this link was costing them &#8212; she realized that their very lives were being drained from them through it. Realized … and wanted to hold onto it anyway.   How else could she stop the Machine?  How else would she be strong enough to save the world?  Surely that was worth sacrificing a few lives for? It hit her hard, then.  She was using Mardmor&#8217;s own reasoning now: taking away others&#8217; right to make their own choices, in the name of a &#8216;greater good.&#8217;  Sacrificing them to her cause, just as Mardmor would have sacrificed them to his. With a cry of revulsion and grief, she jerked her....]]></description>
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		<title>Tuesday Tales: Power Surge</title>
		<link>http://ideologyofmadness.spookyouthouse.com/archives/18023</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 31 May 2011 14:30:56 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Debora Silkotch</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[CAST OF PLAYERS: Debora Silkotch…………..Casey Gavin…………………………Human Psionic Jera Morrison…………….Alseyne Aulaudin…………………&#8230;Sidhe Changeling Jeremy Whitener………….Korin Alabaster………………………Were Mongoose Rob Bennett……………..General Branford Stonewing………..Troll Changeling Kendall Nye………………Joseph McAdoo……………………..Ronin Garou Ezrandi Shadowheart……Andali…………………………………Eshu Changeling Mia Schubert……………….Marlboro…………………………….Satyr Changeling Aron Head……………….Story/Setting/Everything Else…….Game Master ********************************************* Casey blinked herself back to her physical surroundings. Alseyne and galbro McAdoo stood close, warding her anxiously; the rest of her allies were still embroiled in battle. The enemy troops had crowded onto the platform, cutting off the escape route onto the catwalk. As her sense of communion with the amulet drained away Casey grimaced, realizing that she&#8217;d forgotten to ask about healing her shoulder.  Too late now; no telling how long they had until those aether cannons fired. &#8220;I know where the tailpipes are,&#8221; she said at once to Alseyne. &#8220;Now all we need are some bananas.&#8221; &#8220;Slight change of plans,&#8221; Alsyne said. &#8220;We can&#8217;t retreat, so we need to go over the rail.&#8221; She looked at the young woman soberly for a moment before turning back to guard against enemy attack, her sword ready. &#8220;Casey &#8230; if all of us who are conscious can lend you strength, is there any possibility that can you take all of us at once? Or most of us at least? We&#8217;ve got to get as many safely off as possible in the shortest amount of time. Once we&#8217;re away from here we can drop most of them off where they can get away while we head on to the tailpipes, as you say.&#8221; Casey considered. &#8220;If getting....]]></description>
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		<title>Tuesday Tales: A New Voice</title>
		<link>http://ideologyofmadness.spookyouthouse.com/archives/17988</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 24 May 2011 14:30:19 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Debora Silkotch</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[CAST OF PLAYERS: Debora Silkotch…………..Casey Gavin…………………………Human Psionic Jera Morrison…………….Alseyne Aulaudin…………………&#8230;Sidhe Changeling Jeremy Whitener………….Korin Alabaster………………………Were Mongoose Rob Bennett……………..General Branford Stonewing………..Troll Changeling Kendall Nye………………Joseph McAdoo……………………..Ronin Garou Ezrandi Shadowheart……Andali…………………………………Eshu Changeling Mia Schubert……………….Marlboro…………………………….Satyr Changeling Aron Head……………….Story/Setting/Everything Else…….Game Master ********************************************* Yggthor was holding back the goblin forces on the catwalk to the left of the control station as Percyndi held it on the right with the assistance of the dogs. Both the princess and the troll were soaked in gore. Pip and Wynne were organizing the folks on the control station platform. More than half the freed prisoners had been lost. The catwalk was full of guardsmen coming from either side. Dozens and dozens &#8230; a hundred or more all told? Not just Redcaps now; Changeling soldiers of every kind were charging to their King&#8217;s defense. Some carried the strange clockwork firearms, but most fought with the usual blades and blunt instruments. Andali had done an admirable job rendering the Machine&#8217;s control panel to a pile of debris. It was unlikely that anything there was functioning &#8230; or able to affect the Machine. Focused on Mardmor&#8217;s apparent death and on his awakening Machine, Casey was easy prey for the Eshu guardsman that swept in from her left. With a quick snap he sent the Adamas blade flying from her hand, disarming her. Just as fast, his sword slashed to the right chewing deep across her chest &#8212; lancing her with white hot pain! Casey staggered back in a fine spray of her own blood, the....]]></description>
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		<title>Tuesday Tales: Powering Up</title>
		<link>http://ideologyofmadness.spookyouthouse.com/archives/17947</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 17 May 2011 14:30:27 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Debora Silkotch</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[CAST OF PLAYERS: Debora Silkotch…………..Casey Gavin…………………………Human Psionic Jera Morrison…………….Alseyne Aulaudin…………………&#8230;Sidhe Changeling Jeremy Whitener………….Korin Alabaster………………………Were Mongoose Rob Bennett……………..General Branford Stonewing………..Troll Changeling Kendall Nye………………Joseph McAdoo……………………..Ronin Garou Ezrandi Shadowheart……Andali…………………………………Eshu Changeling Mia Schubert……………….Marlboro…………………………….Satyr Changeling Aron Head……………….Story/Setting/Everything Else…….Game Master ********************************************* Eyes narrowing, Alseyne flicked the dagger in her hand expertly down toward Mardmor. The Goblin King snatched the blade from the air and in pure Lo Pan style, he sent the blade hurtling back at Alseyne. Had she not stepped away immediately after casting the dagger, Mardmor&#8217;s return of it would have caught her in the forehead. She glanced around the deck and quickly grabbed up one of the strange clockwork firearms that the latest batch of guards had carried, checking to make sure it was still loaded. Pip knocked an advancing guardsman in the head just as Wynne slit another&#8217;s throat. &#8220;They&#8217;re breaking through the line!&#8221; the sluagh called out. The satyr nodded, casting a glance at Alseyne. &#8220;We have to fall back. Consolidate here on the platform. We hold &#8216;em here. Or it&#8217;s all over. Alseyne&#8230; whatever ya&#8217;ll are doing over there, make it quick. I haven&#8217;t seen this many Kithain in one place since Scarborough Faire!&#8221; McAdoo took the Guardian blade in the gauntlet while facing to cover Casey&#8217;s back. His bare free hand on her shoulder, &#8221; Strength. &#8221; She felt the infusion of will from the garou, and felt the barrier grow that much stronger.  &#8220;We might be able to stop him,&#8221; she muttered quietly, &#8220;but who&#8217;s going to stop....]]></description>
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		<title>Tuesday Tales: Showdown</title>
		<link>http://ideologyofmadness.spookyouthouse.com/archives/17936</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 10 May 2011 14:30:31 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Debora Silkotch</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[CAST OF PLAYERS: Debora Silkotch…………..Casey Gavin…………………………Human Psionic Jera Morrison…………….Alseyne Aulaudin…………………&#8230;Sidhe Changeling Jeremy Whitener………….Korin Alabaster………………………Were Mongoose Rob Bennett……………..General Branford Stonewing………..Troll Changeling Kendall Nye………………Joseph McAdoo……………………..Ronin Garou Ezrandi Shadowheart……Andali…………………………………Eshu Changeling Mia Schubert……………….Marlboro…………………………….Satyr Changeling Aron Head……………….Story/Setting/Everything Else…….Game Master ********************************************* &#8220;What the &#8212; &#8220;  Casey froze for one instant in agonized indecision &#8212; and then made a panicky choice. She dropped her shield.  Sent a brutally hard telekinetic blow square into the chest of their erstwhile ally, the blue troll. Yggthor grunted, only momentarily slowed from his mission, but it provided Casey the moment she needed to slip past and bolt to the rail. Whatever Mardmor intended to do, it suddenly seemed to her of primary importance that he not succeed in doing it. &#8220;Can he power the machine with his own soul?&#8221; Korin wondered aloud. &#8220;How close was it to being fully powered? We can&#8217;t let anyone in this room die!&#8221; &#8220;Tell them that!&#8221; Elijah complained as he climbed to his feet just in time to slap down one of the guardsmen dropping from the level above. The first nine had reached the control panel. Andali had apparently been freed from her floating immobility, maybe when the mage had vanished. Standing on the deck now she looked out among the people fighting and yelled, &#8221; The Machine cannot be harmed by magics of any sort. It feeds upon enchantments, spells, cantrips. It has to be stopped with weapons. &#8221; &#8221; Pull Plug! &#8221; McAdoo barked. &#8221; Trip safety! Nockers! Turn Machine OFF! &#8221; No....]]></description>
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		<title>Tuesday Tales: King of Chaos</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 03 May 2011 14:30:51 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Debora Silkotch</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[CAST OF PLAYERS: Debora Silkotch…………..Casey Gavin…………………………Human Psionic Jera Morrison…………….Alseyne Aulaudin…………………&#8230;Sidhe Changeling Jeremy Whitener………….Korin Alabaster………………………Were Mongoose Rob Bennett……………..General Branford Stonewing………..Troll Changeling Kendall Nye………………Joseph McAdoo……………………..Ronin Garou Aron Head……………….Story/Setting/Everything Else…….Game Master ********************************************* Casey&#8217;s blistering rage &#8212; and the cresting surge of adrenaline that came with it &#8212; were receding now, making the agony in her scorched shoulder harder to ignore.  The amulet hovered in mid-air a few inches from her chest: she was reluctant to touch it, afraid to destroy it here in this crowded place, and unwilling to set it down.  Panting slightly with the effort of focusing past her pain, she stared at the glowing green stone and wondered what in the world to do with it now that she had it. &#8220;Die,&#8221; McAdoo muttered as he raised his gauntleted fist and pointed at Mardmor. Blue lightning thundered forth from Mac&#8217;s gauntlet, striking the Goblin King in the center of the chest. &#8220;Arr!&#8221; Mardmor stumbled back, swearing, and Yggthor charged in. Axe flashing, he hewed a massive chunk from the Goblin King&#8217;s side. Casey hung back, taking a moment to assess the damage to her shoulder.  The thick leather of her jacket was burned away, the flesh beneath hideously seared.  It hurt like hell.  She needed to heal it, but that would have to wait. The sorcerer shoved Korin aside and quickly came to a knee. &#8220;The flavor of this arrangement is no longer to my taste,&#8221; he said to the ailing Goblin King. &#8220;αντίο!&#8221; The staff-wielder dissolved into the air.....]]></description>
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		<title>Tuesday Tales: Facing Off</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 26 Apr 2011 14:30:10 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Debora Silkotch</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[CAST OF PLAYERS: Debora Silkotch…………..Casey Gavin…………………………Human Psionic Jera Morrison…………….Alseyne Aulaudin…………………&#8230;Sidhe Changeling Jeremy Whitener………….Korin Alabaster………………………Were Mongoose Rob Bennett……………..General Branford Stonewing………..Troll Changeling Kendall Nye………………Joseph McAdoo……………………&#8230;..Ronin Garou Aron Head……………….Story/Setting/Everything Else…….Game Master ********************************************* &#8220;Pip has always had good taste,&#8221; Alseyne remarked as she stepped onto the control station. &#8220;I can&#8217;t say I think much for the company he&#8217;s been keeping just lately though.&#8221; On the catwalk, Stonewing started a low rumbling chant. His blue eyes were filled with rage, flicking from the sorcerer to the Goblin King. &#8220;I have face the evil from darkest night, and felt his pulse beat with my plight. Where he stood and darkness fell, he crafted nightmarish and liquid hells. We could stand by and let him pass or choose honorable combat till the last. I know my place, my Grand Duke&#8217;s decree, and the plan he has for me. So to that place I&#8217;ll face him now with fiery rage to burn my brow. This place might prove to be my grave, but Dragon&#8217;s Ire will be his bane.&#8221; Nothing happened. Bran looked at his hands in shock. &#8220;Yggthor, lad&#8230; I dinnae think&#8230;&#8221; he shook himself once and visibly steeled his resolve. &#8220;Come lad; lets make the Duke proud.&#8221; &#8220;Aye.&#8221; Yggthor hefted his massive axe, his jaw setting, quoting: &#8220;&#8216;Your deeds are famous, so stay resolute, my lord, defend your life now with the whole of your strength. I shall stand by you.&#8217;&#8221; Korin poked his head around to access the scene. &#8220;Ummmm so who&#8217;s the stiff with....]]></description>
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		<title>Tuesday Tales: Engaging The Enemy</title>
		<link>http://ideologyofmadness.spookyouthouse.com/archives/17610</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 19 Apr 2011 14:30:19 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Debora Silkotch</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[CAST OF PLAYERS: Debora Silkotch…………..Casey Gavin…………………………Human Psionic Jera Morrison……………….Alseyne Aulaudin…………………Sidhe Changeling Jeremy Whitener…………Korin Alabaster………………………Were Mongoose Rob Bennett……………..General Branford Stonewing………..Troll Changeling Aron Head……………….Story/Setting/Everything Else…….Game Master ********************************************* Alseyne reached the catwalk at Mardmor&#8217;s level and hauled herself up. The walk hugged the wall of the cavern before her, leading to the control station platform and continuing on beyond, circling around behind the Machine and back behind Alseyne. *** Casey, once all the dogs are up, focus on that field and maybe see if you can extend it beyond the catwalk so they don&#8217;t swarm around the edge of it. I&#8217;d like to get all of the prisoners up here and then you and then pop the ladder loose and have you fly Korin and Elijah up here as you drop the field. That way the &#8216;caps will have to find another way up. ** Casey scooted up the ladder behind her dog.  ** Elijah and Korin can jump up there, they won&#8217;t need my help.  I&#8217;m with you on the rest of it though. **  Percyndi emerged behind Alseyne and set to assisting the other Changelings as they rose. On the heels of the freed prisoners came the dogs, managing the ladders with surprising dexterity, followed by Korin and Elijah. Casey and Pana brought up the rear. Between them and the control station, there were bodies everywhere. Boggans. Nockers. Redcaps. Thick, inky smoke spun like oily threads up into the air from under a dark blanket. There was a body under there,....]]></description>
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		<title>Tuesday Tales: Leveling Up</title>
		<link>http://ideologyofmadness.spookyouthouse.com/archives/17554</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 12 Apr 2011 14:30:49 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Debora Silkotch</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[CAST OF PLAYERS: Debora Silkotch…………..Casey Gavin…………………………Human Psionic Jera Morrison……………….Alseyne Aulaudin…………………Sidhe Changeling Jeremy Whitener…………Korin Alabaster………………………Were Mongoose Rob Bennett……………..General Branford Stonewing………..Troll Changeling Aron Head……………….Story/Setting/Everything Else…….Game Master ********************************************* Alseyne swung onto the ladder and made her way up, sword in hand. Elijah leaped up to the next level and crouched defensively, covering the party as they came up. &#8220;Got your six, sister. Keep goin&#8217;,&#8221; he nodded to Alseyne as she emerged. His fingers were extended and flexed into fearsome claws. The hard sound of many Redcap boots pounded against the catwalk, rushing toward them. &#8220;Nobody better look up my shirt.&#8221; Korin flexed his fingers and jumped, casually, grabbing the ladder to finish the climb. Reaching the landing behind Alseyne he saw Elijah already in place keeping an eye on things, awaiting the imminent Redcaps. &#8220;Show off.&#8221; Screams from above drew his attention. &#8220;That&#8217;s where we are heading? Sounds &#8230; fun.&#8221; The freed changeling prisoners started up the ladder. Pana nuzzled Casey&#8217;s hand as the other dogs peered about, eyes bright with attention. Bran readied his maul in one hand, Wynne in the other. &#8220;And now we HOP! SKIP! JUMP!&#8221; He plowed the maul into the ground, punctuating his speech and rocketing into the air. He and the sluagh soared past their allies, making the ascent and landing on the platform several levels above. Casey gauged the distance between the Redcaps and her ascending allies. Judging by the rate of the party&#8217;s ascent and the speed at which the Redcaps were advancing, they would....]]></description>
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		<title>Tuesday Tales: Gathering Forces</title>
		<link>http://ideologyofmadness.spookyouthouse.com/archives/17537</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 05 Apr 2011 14:30:36 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Debora Silkotch</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[CAST OF PLAYERS: Debora Silkotch…………..Casey Gavin…………………………Human Psionic Jera Morrison……………….Alseyne Aulaudin…………………Sidhe Changeling Jeremy Whitener…………Korin Alabaster………………………Were Mongoose Rob Bennett……………..General Branford Stonewing………..Troll Changeling Aron Head……………….Story/Setting/Everything Else…….Game Master ********************************************* About twenty new dogs were approaching from farther down the catwalk. &#8220;Ahhhhh shit do these guys ever run out of bodies to throw at us?&#8221; Korin snarled, stepping past his companions to engage the new threat. &#8220;Wait, Korin! Don&#8217;t attack!&#8221; Alseyne called out. &#8220;They may be allies. None of them has attacked us thus far. Let&#8217;s not invite attacks.&#8221; He stopped mid-crouch, glancing quickly over his shoulder at Alseyne then back at the dogs. Casey scanned the big chamber.  &#8220;They&#8217;re all coming.  I called them, but I wasn&#8217;t sure they&#8217;d all come.  I wonder if we could set them to guard the prisoners while we go take on Mardmor and Staff Guy.&#8221; Alseyne looked at the dogs. &#8220;Casey, I&#8217;m not sure. Can they be trusted to obey your orders when you aren&#8217;t present? If they turn on the prisoners we won&#8217;t be here to stop them. I was actually thinking they might be more useful coming with us &#8212; the dogs, I mean. And for the prisoners it would likely be safer than staying here unprotected and they don&#8217;t have to confront Mardmor &#8212; they can hang back while we and the dogs take on Mardmor&#8217;s troops up there.&#8221; Casey considered that.  &#8220;The only thing is &#8230; Mardmor&#8217;s a psionic too, and a stronger one than me.  If we take the dogs up there he....]]></description>
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		<title>Tuesday Tales: Keeping It Together [Update: Fixed]</title>
		<link>http://ideologyofmadness.spookyouthouse.com/archives/17445</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 29 Mar 2011 19:49:09 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Debora Silkotch</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[CAST OF PLAYERS: Debora Silkotch…………..Casey Gavin…………………………Human Psionic Jera Morrison……………….Alseyne Aulaudin…………………Sidhe Changeling Jeremy Whitener…………Korin Alabaster………………………Were Mongoose Aron Head……………….Story/Setting/Everything Else…….Game Master ********************************************* Korin found a maul among the slain Redcap guards. It had a wooden handle with an iron head; he plainly liked the weight of it in his hand. He turned and bounded toward the massive rock giant, swinging the maul with all his strength into the elemental&#8217;s knee … to no discernible effect other than to gain the giant&#8217;s attention. The vibration of the contact of two solid objects rattled violently up his arm, threatening to shake the maul from his grip. He switched it to his right hand and struck again. And again. Still no damage to the elemental. Elijah used the opportunity to climb up onto the stone giant&#8217;s back. Casey moved swiftly to the intersection of gantry and catwalk, extending the crystalline blade of her sword. ** Try and lure that giant a little closer to the main catwalk. ** She sent the thought to both Korin and Elijah.   ** I&#8217;m going to see if I can drop the gantry from this end&#8211; ** :: Drop the gantry?!? :: Elijah sounded shocked. ** &#8211;So you guys be ready to leap clear right before it goes. Elijah,** she added, a little surprised by his reaction, ** If you think this is a bad idea, I&#8217;m listening. ** :: No, no &#8230; It&#8217;s just, you know, I&#8217;m on the gantry! :: She turned a perplexed look at him over....]]></description>
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		<title>Tuesday Tales: Element Of Surprise</title>
		<link>http://ideologyofmadness.spookyouthouse.com/archives/17402</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 22 Mar 2011 14:30:18 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Debora Silkotch</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[CAST OF PLAYERS: Debora Silkotch…………..Casey Gavin…………………………Human Psionic Jera Morrison……………….Alseyne Aulaudin…………………Sidhe Changeling Jeremy Whitener…………Korin Alabaster………………………Were Mongoose Aron Head……………….Story/Setting/Everything Else…….Game Master ********************************************* The burly Redcap guard gripped Casey&#8217;s sword hand, forced her back painfully against the railing. He eyed her hungrily, drooling. Casey hooked a leg around her attacker&#8217;s, shoving his head and upper body away from her telekinetically, trying to make him lose his balance.  He toppled back, but didn&#8217;t release his grip on her wrist. Falling back, he hauled her down with him. Struggling, she couldn&#8217;t free her sword hand. Landing heavily on the Redcap&#8217;s chest, she stabbed viciously at his eyes with the thumb and middle finger of her free hand. &#8220;ARRR!&#8221; He growled as she thumbed him &#8230; but failed to damage his eyes. Further up, several of the Redcaps broke off and ran for the door &#8212; throwing themselves into the emerald furnace! &#8220;Stop them!&#8221; Casey cried breathlessly.  &#8221;Elijah, don&#8217;t let anyone else into the Machine, block the door!&#8221; &#8220;Right!&#8221; The vampire launched himself back towards the Machine door, putting himself between it and an onrushing Redcap. Casey&#8217;s opponent, using his superior size and weight, rolled atop her. Pinned! Cursing under her breath, she brought a knee up hard into his groin. Her knee was met with a dull thud. He was wearing some kind of protection. Casey&#8217;s temper blazed hot: her instinctive, primal reaction to being restrained by force.  She wanted to disembowel this guy. But in the heat of fury a cooler voice spoke up....]]></description>
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		<title>Tuesday Tales: A Subjective Reality</title>
		<link>http://ideologyofmadness.spookyouthouse.com/archives/17270</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 15 Mar 2011 14:30:02 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Debora Silkotch</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[CAST OF PLAYERS: Debora Silkotch…………..Casey Gavin…………………………Human Psionic Jera Morrison……………….Alseyne Aulaudin…………………Sidhe Changeling Jeremy Whitener…………Korin Alabaster………………………Were Mongoose Aron Head……………….Story/Setting/Everything Else…….Game Master ********************************************* THRUUUUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMM…. The loud humming of some device filled the chamber, as a dozen Redcaps and an ogre charged toward the group of chained Fae and their would-be rescuers. Korin tensed. &#8220;You know Casey &#8230; it would be great if you could just float this catwalk away from those guys. Or I don&#8217;t know, turn their end into quicksand maybe?&#8221; &#8220;Wish I could help you there,&#8221; Casey smiled tightly, picking up on his nervous tension.  &#8220;Catwalk&#8217;s way too heavy for me, and I left my magic wand at home today.&#8221; As Wynne freed one of the bound Changelings, the remainder pushed past Casey and Korin and moved toward the open doorway on the side of the Machine. Alseyne mumbled something incoherent, drifting toward the Machine as well. &#8220;What&#8217;d you say?&#8221; Wynne asked, frowning as Alseyne wandered past Casey and the others toward the Machine&#8217;s doorway. &#8220;Her collar!&#8221; Percyndi cried out. Casey stepped in quickly as Alseyne moved past her.  &#8220;Here, let me help you with that.&#8221; She unclasped the sidhe&#8217;s metal collar and removed it from her neck. Alseyne&#8217;s eyes cleared. The reality of Pip&#8217;s death remained a painful wound, but Casey sensed a sudden lightening in the sidhe&#8217;s spirit. A burden had been lifted from her. Korin flexed his long fingers into fists, the knuckles popping. Cocking his head to one side he looked at Elijah. &#8220;Race you to the....]]></description>
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		<title>Tuesday Tales: Assault On The Machine</title>
		<link>http://ideologyofmadness.spookyouthouse.com/archives/17180</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 08 Mar 2011 15:30:17 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Debora Silkotch</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[CAST OF PLAYERS: Debora Silkotch…………..Casey Gavin…………………………Human Psionic Jera Morrison……………….Alseyne Aulaudin…………………Sidhe Changeling Jeremy Whitener…………Korin Alabaster………………………Were Mongoose Aron Head……………….Story/Setting/Everything Else…….Game Master ********************************************* &#8220;Much is written of the Assault on the Machine. Who was right? Who was wrong? The outcome of that conflict has a direct bearing on our present circumstance. Thus, in excruciating detail, particular attention has been focused on the failures and missteps of the drama’s primary actors and yet, so many of my peers fail to realize the fundamental truth revealed on that dark day in 1995 (Old Calendar). You see, the true test of a leader is whether his followers will adhere to his cause from their own volition, enduring the most arduous hardships without being forced to do so, and remaining steadfast in the moments of greatest peril.: Yusuf Abd-Al-Malik Eshu Historian, 237 N.E. =-=-= From the catwalk, Casey watched as the war dogs on the bottom level turned on their Redcap handlers with bloody rage. She saw a Rottweiller snap a Redcap&#8217;s arm off in one monstrous CHOMP! The dogs were vicious, scattering the squads. On the upper levels, too, the dogs were each attacking the Goblin King&#8217;s men. More than a few guardsmen tumbled from the railings to the floor below. All across the chamber attention was directed to the murderous canines. At the control station above, Mardmor shouted out directives. Below, Pana darted out from the concrete basin under The Machine and charged across the floor. &#8220;This is it, bro!&#8221; Elijah hurled himself out into....]]></description>
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		<title>Tuesday Tales: Ready</title>
		<link>http://ideologyofmadness.spookyouthouse.com/archives/17103</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 01 Mar 2011 15:30:04 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Debora Silkotch</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[CAST OF PLAYERS: Debora Silkotch…………..Casey Gavin…………………………Human Psionic Jera Morrison……………….Alseyne Aulaudin…………………Sidhe Changeling Jeremy Whitener…………Korin Alabaster………………………Were Mongoose Aron Head……………….Story/Setting/Everything Else…….Game Master ********************************************* From her vantage point on the higher catwalk, Casey reopened her telepathic connection to Alseyne. ** Korin and Elijah are here!  And Pana&#8217;s with them! **  She knew that wasn&#8217;t much solace to the Sidhe, who would likely trade the lot of them to have Pip back, but from Casey&#8217;s viewpoint things just got slightly less hopeless.  ** I&#8217;m going to try to get down to the control level. ** *** Casey&#8230;whatever happens to me, promise you&#8217;ll try to find a way to get Percyndi out &#8212; the short Sidhe beside me. If we don&#8217;t get her out of here, everything we&#8217;ve tried to accomplish this week is futile. *** Casey didn&#8217;t respond for a long moment.  As much as she would have liked to soothe Alseyne&#8217;s hurt with reassuring promises, this was one she couldn&#8217;t make.  ** Alseyne &#8230; there&#8217;s something you should know, ** she finally replied.  ** Yesterday Falco shared a &#8230; a vision of the future with me.  Or, two visions &#8212; two possible futures.  One was bright and peaceful and beautiful &#8230; and the other &#8230;. **  She sent the Fae a brief glimpse: hopelessness, terror, oppression, and a dark robed figure with blazing green eyes.  ** Yesterday I didn&#8217;t really understand what I saw in that second vision, but now I get it.  Mardmor&#8217;s pretty much planning to take over the world &#8212; that&#8217;s HIS....]]></description>
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		<title>Tuesday Tales: The Machine</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 22 Feb 2011 15:30:23 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Debora Silkotch</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[CAST OF PLAYERS: Debora Silkotch…………..Casey Gavin…………………………Human Psionic Aron Head……………….Story/Setting/Everything Else…….Game Master Jera Morrison……………….Alseyne Aulaudin…………………Sidhe Changeling ********************************************* Casey slipped through the heavy steel door into a massive space. A shaft. She found herself on a catwalk that ran along the sides of the walls, some 120 feet above the lowest level. Immense black pipes were tendrils along the walls except where they crossed over and linked with a giant machine in the center. The Machine was black and of titanic proportions, at least 300 feet tall &#8212; most of it well above her position. It filled the shaft as well as Casey&#8217;s field of vision. Her stomach clenched as she pulled the door shut behind her, eyes still fixed on the Machine.  It was so much bigger than she&#8217;d expected; destroying it was suddenly a daunting prospect.  It had the look of cast iron with crude rivets. Gears turned slowly as steam rose from various ports. Across the skin of the Machine, green stones flickered with emerald light. More elementals?  Was the Machine powered by them as well? If push came to shove that might be one way to destroy it &#8230; and bring the place tumbling down around Mardmor&#8217;s ears just like she&#8217;d said she would.  Not much chance she&#8217;d survive that, but maybe she could get the others out first.  And even if she couldn&#8217;t, the Machine still had to be destroyed.  Yesterday in Falco&#8217;s mind she&#8217;d gotten a tiny glimpse of the future that Mardmor was working to....]]></description>
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		<title>Tuesday Tales: Connections</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 15 Feb 2011 15:30:37 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Debora Silkotch</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[CAST OF PLAYERS: Debora Silkotch…………..Casey Gavin…………………………Human Psionic Aron Head……………….Story/Setting/Everything Else…….Game Master ********************************************* Yrinith stopped to hover on the other side of the psionic barrier Casey had created around herself. His eyes met hers, dark and sinister. A slight shift of her weight, a subtle tightening of her hand on the hilt of Alseyne&#8217;s sword &#8211; KRACKT! Blood poured from her nose and she felt her shield begin to buckle. &#8220;Gah!&#8221;  It threw her off for an instant. But only an instant. Casey took two quick steps forward, swinging mightily from over her right shoulder hewing down towards her left toe. :: Reeee&#8230;! :: Yrinith&#8217;s scream was cut short as she hacked him into two slightly unequal portions. Without waiting to see if he was dead or only … regrouping … Casey flung another bolt of flame at the pieces. Inky black smoke rose from the consumed portions. She stared in breathless relief at Yrinith&#8217;s remains, then lowered her shield, turned and headed for the door. Stopped a few steps shy of making her escape. It was just conceivable that those photos hadn&#8217;t been shown around yet.  They should be destroyed just in case. She walked back to the other room and around the wall to the desk, avoiding the colored light as before.  Took out the manilla folder, placed it on the slate floor and carefully reduced it and its contents to ashes. They burned quickly, easily. Moving back into the first room, she glanced over the titles of the....]]></description>
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		<title>Tuesday Tales: Skulking About</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 08 Feb 2011 15:30:30 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Debora Silkotch</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[CAST OF PLAYERS: Debora Silkotch…………..Casey Gavin…………………………Human Psionic Aron Head……………….Story/Setting/Everything Else…….Game Master ********************************************* The corridor was dimly illumined by white electric lamps in steel cages.  Off to Casey&#8217;s left was a stairwell with steps leading both up and down.  To her right, the hall curved away. She sent her perceptions out as far as they would reach in search of familiar minds, anyone she&#8217;d &#8216;touched&#8217; before. No familiar minds … but she did sense the approach of a number of men &#8212; six of them &#8212; headed her direction from the curving hallway. She stiffened in alarm, focusing her perceptions sharply in that direction to see what kind of men they were. Changelings. Casey moved off to one side of the corridor, maintaining the invisibility illusion. Six very rough customers in black leathers and steel armor plating on their shoulders and chest rumbled past her. Their flesh was mottled and gray where it wasn&#8217;t green. They each bore scars and jagged, gnarled teeth. They were heavily armed with clubs and guns. She shifted indecisively for a moment, then followed them.  Might as well see where the party was at. Picking one of them at random, she dipped into his mind for surface thoughts. Hunger. Hunger like she&#8217;d never known before. In fact, he was thinking of eating the guy in front of him if he didn&#8217;t hurry along. Her own stomach growled loudly and she began to salivate. With a silent groan she withdrew from the changeling&#8217;s mind. A tickle. As....]]></description>
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		<title>Tuesday Tales: A Tangled Web</title>
		<link>http://ideologyofmadness.spookyouthouse.com/archives/16556</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 01 Feb 2011 15:30:50 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Debora Silkotch</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[CAST OF PLAYERS: Debora Silkotch…………..Casey Gavin…………………………Human Psionic Aron Head……………….Story/Setting/Everything Else…….Game Master ********************************************* Casey sat in stunned silence, tears blurring her vision.  She&#8217;d known the satyr so briefly, but after everything they&#8217;d been through tonight she&#8217;d begun to think of him as a friend.  He&#8217;d been so full of life and courage and cleverness and humor&#8230;. Alseyne would be devastated. Pip. The slow burn of anger rekindled hotly in her.  Pip mustn&#8217;t have given his life for a failed cause.  It was up to the rest of them now to make sure his death had meaning; that he had played his own vital part in a successful mission. Casey eyed Mardmor&#8217;s Fae henchman, covertly sizing him up.  This could be the best chance she&#8217;d ever get at escaping this room.  She sifted quickly through ideas, weighing hazards against desired outcomes.  The most promising tactic she could think of was also the riskiest, but this didn&#8217;t seem like the time for playing it safe.   None of this showed in her face.  As soon as she&#8217;d settled on a plan, she made a conscious effort to appear as small and helpless and vulnerable as possible.  Giving the Sidhe the full benefit of her wide-eyed blue gaze as a single tear trickled down one cheek, she asked, &#8220;Were you there when it happened?&#8221;  She deliberately played up the raw huskiness in her throat, keeping her voice low and soft.  &#8221;Did Pip &#8230; did Sir Norfolk &#8230; die bravely?&#8221; The sidhe looked over to Casey. &#8220;No, I....]]></description>
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		<title>Tuesday Tales: Blood and Lies</title>
		<link>http://ideologyofmadness.spookyouthouse.com/archives/16469</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 25 Jan 2011 14:30:30 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Debora Silkotch</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[CAST OF PLAYERS: Debora Silkotch…………..Casey Gavin…………………………Human Psionic Aron Head……………….Story/Setting/Everything Else…….Game Master ********************************************* The interrogation went on. And on. And on. Until finally, Casey was slumped in the chair, head bowed and not a finger left on either hand. Through the process Mardmor burned her wounds to slow the bleeding. She was chilled, shuddering, battling shock. She screamed. She sobbed. She begged. But she never talked. She never gave it up. Her choice. Her choice. In fury, Mardmor flipped the cartful of bloody knives. It exploded against the far wall. The Goblin King exited the room, leaving a worn and abused girl to attempt to gather herself. The only sound in the room &#8212; a ragged, beaten sound &#8212; was Casey&#8217;s wet, near hysterical breathing. Tears, blood, and terror were her companions. Well, those and the reanimated severed head of a vampire she&#8217;d aided in the rescue of the night before. &#8220;Casey?&#8221; She flinched, then vaguely recognized Houseman&#8217;s voice.  It was a distant, unimportant sound; not real enough to draw her focused concentration from the one question on what was left of her mind. The head&#8217;s voice was tentative. &#8220;Casey, we can get out of this&#8230;&#8221; The words echoed her own crippled thoughts. I can get out of this.  I can just&#8230;go. The question is, can he follow?  Is he out of range now?   Is that even a place he can go at all&#8230;? After everything I just went through, would I be leading him to his answers? She didn&#8217;t know. ....]]></description>
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		<title>Tuesday Tales: Truth Or Consequences</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 18 Jan 2011 14:30:14 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Debora Silkotch</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[CAST OF PLAYERS: Debora Silkotch…………..Casey Gavin…………………………Human Psionic Aron Head……………….Story/Setting/Everything Else…….Game Master ********************************************* &#8220;Ohhhhh&#8230;&#8221; Gerard Houseman&#8217;s decapitated head groaned. &#8220;&#8230;Ohhh&#8230; I feel awful.&#8221; It grimaced, eyes flashing to Mardmor. &#8220;I can&#8217;t move&#8230;&#8221; It looked to Casey. &#8220;We&#8217;re both prisoners, then? Of this guy?&#8221; Casey struggled to conceal her frustration.  She should probably be feeling sorry for the unfortunate Mr. Houseman, but all she could think was that one incautious statement from him could snowball into ruin.  &#8220;Yes.&#8221; The head frowned. &#8220;Forgive my manners,&#8221; she added, keeping her tone as neutral, even pleasant, as she could manage.   &#8220;Mr. Houseman, this is Mardmor, the Goblin King.  He has aspirations to take over the world and end life as we know it.  He&#8217;s the reason why your Prince betrayed you.  Mardmor, have you been properly introduced to Gerard Houseman yet?&#8221; &#8220;I have not,&#8221; Mardmor smiled. &#8220;Thank you for preserving the niceties, Casey. And you wound me. I do not seek to take over the world. Why would anyone want that? My goal is to change the world. I don&#8217;t want to end life. I seek to liberate it. Certainly, some have died&#8230; and others must need follow, but they are an unfortunate, necessary few.&#8221; Houseman&#8217;s eyes were wide on Mardmor. They flicked over to Casey, &#8220;Oh, this guy&#8217;s nuts.&#8221; Casey was inclined to agree, but it didn&#8217;t show on her face.  &#8220;Your pardon, Mardmor; I only know what I&#8217;ve heard.  Rumors, conjecture, speculation&#8230;I know how things can get twisted, especially when people are....]]></description>
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		<title>Tuesday Tales: The Workshop</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 11 Jan 2011 14:30:21 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Debora Silkotch</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[CAST OF PLAYERS: Debora Silkotch…………..Casey Gavin…………………………Human Psionic Aron Head……………….Story/Setting/Everything Else…….Game Master ********************************************* &#8220;In one drop of water are found all the secrets of all the oceans.&#8221; &#8211; Kahlil Gibran ********************************************* Casey awakened. She was seated in a hard wooden chair, her wrists locked to the armrests. Her telepathic senses remained dulled. She could not sense beyond herself. Looking about, she saw that she was in a dimly lit room draped in shadow. Off to her left was a hard wood table. Dark stains colored the wood; ranching experience told her that those were bloodstains. A roll-away cart was positioned a few feet from her right. On it, an assorted number of sharp surgical objects were arranged. Her stomach lurched at the sight of those gleaming blades. If her telekinesis were working, she could have utilized those as a fine arsenal for attack&#8230; but instead, she found herself staring at them&#8230; She had no idea how much pain she was capable of enduring. But oh, she didn&#8217;t want to find out.  Terror washed through her in cold waves, until she had to clench her teeth shut to keep from sobbing aloud. &#8220;You&#8217;re awake,&#8221; Mardmor greeted her with a smile, stepping out of the darkness. The shadows moved about him like curtains. &#8220;I suppose we should get down to business. Don&#8217;t you agree?&#8221; He drew a scalpel from the cart. Shakes wracked her slender body.  She searched desperately for the anger and defiance that had bolstered her courage earlier, but the sight....]]></description>
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		<title>Tuesday Tales: Chains</title>
		<link>http://ideologyofmadness.spookyouthouse.com/archives/16298</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 04 Jan 2011 15:00:17 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Debora Silkotch</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[CAST OF PLAYERS: Aaron Murphy……………..Claws-of-Honor………………….Were-Tiger Jera Morrison……………….Alseyne Aulaudin…………………Sidhe Changeling Debora Silkotch…………..Casey Gavin…………………………Human Psionic Aron Head……………….Story/Setting/Everything Else…….Game Master ********************************************* Casey awoke alone, the floor cold against her cheek. Gooseflesh prickled across her arms. Something &#8212; it felt like a metal band &#8212; snugly encircled her forehead. Her eyes fluttered to view her surroundings…. &#8230;And she was hauled backward! On her knees, her arms manacled behind her with cold iron, a wolf-man stood on either side of her each with a hand on her shoulder. What…? She was in a wide hall on a floor of black stones. Illumination was provided by flickering green flames in braziers along the walls. Claws &#8212; in human form &#8212; was beside her, also on his knees. He was heavily bound in manacles with chains running from his neck, wrists, and ankles. He too was flanked by werewolves. On the other side of Claws were Pip and Alseyne, similarly bound and guarded. The satyr looked to his lover, his eyes flashing concern for her&#8230; then, resolve. With only a look he communicated his commitment to get them all out of this. Casey tugged weakly at her fetters, disoriented at finding herself in a room full of people. In the moments between regaining consciousness and opening her eyes she&#8217;d assumed she was alone. The mental silence was profound, as if her mind had suddenly gone deaf.  Try as she might, she could get no sense of anyone else in the room. &#8220;Our guests are awake,&#8221; a faintly....]]></description>
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		<title>Tuesday Tales: Onward And Upward</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 28 Dec 2010 14:30:15 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Debora Silkotch</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[CAST OF PLAYERS: Aaron Murphy……………..Claws-of-Honor………………….Were-Tiger Jera Morrison……………….Alseyne Aulaudin…………………Sidhe Changeling Debora Silkotch…………..Casey Gavin…………………………Human Psionic Aron Head……………….Story/Setting/Everything Else…….Game Master ********************************************* Casey lay trembling on the pavestones, panting raggedly.  The sensation of flames licking at her skin was slow to fade; her hands were still clenched into tight fists beneath her, her muscles taut with strain and terror. Gradually her mind cleared. Lifting her head from the stone &#8212; and the slick pool of blood slowly widening there &#8212; she looked owlishly about, to see where her escape had brought her. A stairway cut into the bedrock wound upward. A dim green light illuminated the stairs from somewhere above. Wonderful.  More green light. Not seeing any immediate dangers here, she turned and crawled back to the doorway to see how the others were faring. Pip was scrambling to the door with Alseyne in his arms. Claws was behind him still in the water. Casey swiped at the blood on her mouth, her breath hitching suddenly in her chest.  It wasn&#8217;t quite a sob.  &#8220;We&#8217;d better keep moving.&#8221;  Her voice was thin, unsteady.  &#8221;You guys okay?&#8221; Pip set a pale, shaken Alseyne on her feet inside the doorway. &#8220;Peachy. You?&#8221; He craned his neck towards the stairs and the green light. &#8220;A little pruney.  Glad to be out of the water.&#8221;  Casey climbed painfully to her feet and stood unsteadily on wobbly knees. Alseyne continued to cling to Pip as she tried to get her bearings. The satyr looked back to Casey. &#8220;Nice job. You&#8230;&#8221; He....]]></description>
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		<title>Tuesday Tales: Treading Water</title>
		<link>http://ideologyofmadness.spookyouthouse.com/archives/16224</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 21 Dec 2010 14:30:05 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Debora Silkotch</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[CAST OF PLAYERS: Jeremy Whitener…………Korin Alabaster………………………Were-Mongoose Aaron Murphy……………..Claws-of-Honor………………….Were-Tiger Jera Morrison……………….Alseyne Aulaudin…………………Sidhe Changeling Debora Silkotch…………..Casey Gavin…………………………Human Psionic Aron Head……………….Story/Setting/Everything Else…….Game Master ********************************************* &#8220;Ok, let me try my spell again that was interrupted&#8230;&#8221; Alseyne muttered. &#8220;If it works then at least Korin will be able to breathe.&#8221; She started singing to the tune of &#8216;I&#8217;m a little teapot.&#8217; &#8220;We&#8217;re all O2 Armatures, we make air. Under the water, we can breathe there&#8230;.&#8221; Casey looked mildly perplexed.  &#8220;I don&#8217;t think they&#8217;re in the water anymore, look&#8230;&#8221;  With her free hand she indicated the empty pool beneath them.  &#8220;I think they&#8217;re buried under the stone.&#8221; As the water began to effervesce Alseyne mused, &#8220;I wonder if they&#8217;d fight the opposing elemental if we released them? Nah&#8230;it&#8217;s probably not worth the risk.&#8221; She peered down into the water, apparently looking for signs of life at the bottom of the chamber. Casey didn&#8217;t follow the Sidhe&#8217;s gaze; her perceptions had already told her there was no one down there but Pip.  At least not on this side of Sanctuary&#8217;s strangely impenetrable stone.  &#8220;If we released the other elementals, you mean?&#8221;  She shivered, then frowned thoughtfully.  &#8221;Maybe as a last resort.  I told Elijah I wanted to bring this place down around our enemies&#8217; ears &#8212; and that might just be the way to do it.  We most likely wouldn&#8217;t survive it &#8230; but then, our odds of survival really aren&#8217;t that great anyway.&#8221; &#8220;True, but a pyrrhic victory never appealed to me,&#8221; Alseyne responded. &#8220;Plus Pip....]]></description>
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		<title>Tuesday Tales: An Elemental Lesson</title>
		<link>http://ideologyofmadness.spookyouthouse.com/archives/16210</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 14 Dec 2010 14:30:34 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Debora Silkotch</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[CAST OF PLAYERS: Jeremy Whitener…………Korin Alabaster………………………Were-Mongoose Aaron Murphy……………..Claws-of-Honor………………….Were-Tiger Jera Morrison……………….Alseyne Aulaudin…………………Sidhe Changeling Debora Silkotch…………..Casey Gavin…………………………Human Psionic Aron Head……………….Story/Setting/Everything Else…….Game Master ********************************************* Alseyne clutched Pip&#8217;s arm, her nails digging into his flesh, her body rigid with fear. &#8220;Pip &#8212; the green wall sconces &#8212; could they be important?&#8221; She raised her voice to be heard over the water. &#8220;Maybe if we destroyed them or put them out the water would recede and the ceiling would quit trying to roast us.&#8221; In between the waves that slapped at his face Korin looked from the fire to the sconces to the water. &#8220;Well at least we will still have light, what with the inferno above us.&#8221; &#8220;I think they are magically powered,&#8221; Pip shared. &#8220;I had a sense from them.&#8221; Alseyne wiped a bit of water from her face shakily, forcing herself to stay calm in the rising water, &#8220;Do you want me to try dousing them with an EP spell or can you do it? I&#8217;m still&#8230;not fully focusing right now &#8211; I might mess it up.&#8221; &#8220;How would you douse &#8216;em?&#8221; Pip looked at the gem-like sconces, &#8220;I don&#8217;t think there&#8217;s any fire in there. They look like they need to be broken.&#8221; Alseyne nodded blearily, &#8220;Sorry&#8230;I&#8217;m still not thinking straight. Uhh..maybe Claws can take my sword and destroy them? I know I&#8217;m not going to be able to go underwater myself. Or&#8230;&#8221; she swallowed heavily in fear at the thought of trusting her safety to the volatile tiger, &#8220;&#8230;if he....]]></description>
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		<title>Tuesday Tales: Stoneworks</title>
		<link>http://ideologyofmadness.spookyouthouse.com/archives/16125</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 07 Dec 2010 14:30:22 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Debora Silkotch</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[CAST OF PLAYERS: Jeremy Whitener…………Korin Alabaster………………………Were-Mongoose Aaron Murphy……………..Claws-of-Honor………………….Were-Tiger Jera Morrison……………….Alseyne Aulaudin…………………Sidhe Changeling Debora Silkotch…………..Casey Gavin…………………………Human Psionic Aron Head……………….Story/Setting/Everything Else…….Game Master ********************************************* Elijah dashed into the room, Korin at his side. Pip charged in immediately behind them and cut to the left, quarterstaff at the ready, as Alseyne came in on the right. Claws, his newly regenerated eye glowing an emerald green, loped more slowly into the chamber. The massive Khan ran his claws along the walls as he went. Casey stood warily in the doorway, sword in hand. Pana remained at her side. Before Korin and Elijah reached the center of the room, the stairs became fluid and shifted into a towering stone colossus standing some 18 feet tall. WHAM! Off to Alseyne&#8217;s right another stone giant roared forth from the curving wall behind her. It slammed its foot down, shaking the room. A third emerged from behind Pip. &#8220;Go! Go!&#8221; Pip urged Elijah and Korin. Elijah leaped into the air &#8212; but the reach and speed of the first giant were too great. It slapped him down with a bat of its monstrous hand. &#8220;Yarg!&#8221; Elijah crashed onto his back on the floor. Korin sprang back as the colossus hand struck the vampire down. &#8220;Hurts doesn&#8217;t it?!&#8221; With the stone giant&#8217;s attention on Elijah the Mangoose bounded forward and scrambled up the wall. As his foot set down on the tiles above, he was BLASTED back by a tremendous wind. He twisted in the air, startled and unbalanced. With....]]></description>
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		<title>Tuesday Tales: Gaining Ground</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 30 Nov 2010 14:30:16 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Debora Silkotch</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[CAST OF PLAYERS: Jeremy Whitener…………Korin Alabaster………………………Were-Mongoose Aaron Murphy……………..Claws-of-Honor………………….Were-Tiger Jera Morrison……………….Alseyne Aulaudin…………………Sidhe Changeling Debora Silkotch…………..Casey Gavin…………………………Human Psionic Aron Head……………….Story/Setting/Everything Else…….Game Master ********************************************* Alseyne put her hands up to Pip&#8217;s face, caressing his eye and kissing it and then the other bruises on his face, whispering, &#8220;My kiss hath balm to heal thy wounds.&#8221; The swelling receded at once, returning his eye to normal. He blinked. &#8220;Thanks.&#8221; Stepping back, she said a bit louder, &#8220;I want my purse and my shoes from your bag before we go. I&#8217;d prefer something a bit more comfortable if we need to run.&#8221; He dug the items out and handed them to her. She unbuckled her high-heeled boot monstrosities and replaced them with the comfortable walking shoes she&#8217;d worn in the Whataburger. She slung her purse bolero-style over her torso, then handed the box and the other boots back to Pip. &#8220;Thanks, love. This is MUCH more comfortable.&#8221; She pulled two more lemon sours from the box and handed one to Pip before she popped the other in her mouth with a grimace. She put several more of the lemon sours in her purse and then handed the box back to Pip as well. &#8220;As much as I hate the taste of these things, I&#8217;m really glad you had them with you tonight.&#8221; Back at Casey, she said, &#8220;Any chance you would be able to mentally link all of us, Casey? Being able to communicate that way would be a lot faster &#8230; and wouldn&#8217;t give....]]></description>
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		<title>Tuesday Tales: Healing</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 23 Nov 2010 14:30:12 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Debora Silkotch</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[CAST OF PLAYERS: Jeremy Whitener…………Korin Alabaster………………………Were-Mongoose Aaron Murphy……………..Claws-of-Honor………………….Were-Tiger Jera Morrison……………….Alseyne Aulaudin…………………Sidhe Changeling Debora Silkotch…………..Casey Gavin…………………………Human Psionic Aron Head……………….Story/Setting/Everything Else…….Game Master ********************************************* Claws sat on his haunches and licked his paw, rubbing it over his eye. Between licks he &#8216;spoke&#8217; in a series of growls, barks, and grumbles. It sounded like he was having a whole conversation. &#8220;Anybody speak Tiger?&#8221; Pip asked those present, &#8220;Or perhaps, Claws, you&#8217;d do us the courtesy of morphing into a form that can communicate with the bipeds?&#8221; Claws cocked his head to the side and gave Pip a quizzical look. Then, looking down at his paws and fur, he realized what the satyr was talking about. With a sigh of annoyance, or maybe just inconvenience, he shifted into human form. &#8220;The last time I saw Wynne, we were up watching all the fae in heat watching the animal fae getting whipped.&#8221; &#8220;Wynne always gets the good rooms,&#8221; Pip complained under his breath. &#8220;I&#8217;ll say,&#8221; Alseyne muttered. &#8220;She found a door under a blanket on the wall, told me to wait, and went through it. The bear was drinking something out of a glass with an&#8230; umbrella, I think it&#8217;s called&#8230; sticking out of it. He went off for another glass when I scented the dead deer fae.&#8221; &#8220;T-Ray,&#8221; Pip nodded. &#8220;So the last we know, Wynne&#8217;s wandering the secret passages of Sanctuary and Tim&#8217;s a girl-drink-drunk. Sounds about right.&#8221; &#8220;This is not anything strange?&#8221; &#8220;Nope.&#8221; Pip chewed his lower lip, considering. &#8220;No time to fetch....]]></description>
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		<title>Tuesday Tales: Embattled II</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 16 Nov 2010 14:30:25 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Debora Silkotch</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[CAST OF PLAYERS: Jeremy Whitener…………Korin Alabaster………………………Were-Mongoose Aaron Murphy……………..Claws-of-Honor………………….Were-Tiger Jera Morrison……………….Alseyne Aulaudin…………………Sidhe Changeling Debora Silkotch…………..Casey Gavin…………………………Human Psionic Aron Head……………….Story/Setting/Everything Else…….Game Master ********************************************* &#8220;Let&#8217;s see if we can work our way over to Alseyne first.&#8221;  Casey&#8217;s crystalline blade reflected swarms of black evil in all directions as she slashed at the closing wraiths. Claws seemed to become aware for the first time of the dark shadows milling around them. Moving closer to Korin and Casey, he growled at the phantoms, &#8220;They are MINE!!!&#8221; He took a few swipes at the nearest ones, but his hakkars passed right through them. Transforming back into his Sabre-toothed form, he started to pace, to circle the group, his huge paws lashing out at any phantoms who got too close. Korin&#8217;s bloodlust faded as he came slowly back to reality&#8230;or at least what little bit of reality he still clung to. ^^Tonight has changed me, more than a geneticist&#8217;s mistake ever could.^^ The thought wasn&#8217;t directed at Casey; he was still unknowingly broadcasting. When he replied to her it was aloud. &#8220;I&#8217;m far from a tactician but the sooner the better! The longer we are separated the weaker we become!&#8221; Something scratched at the back of his mind&#8230;an idea maybe. &#8220;Is there a leader? Maybe if we kick its ass the rest would leave!!&#8221; Casey turned toward the sound of Alseyne&#8217;s voice&#8230; &#8230;and the screaming abruptly stopped. She sought to find the rhythm of her sword again in an effort to clear a slow path through the....]]></description>
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		<title>Tuesday Tales: Embattled I</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 09 Nov 2010 12:30:34 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Debora Silkotch</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[CAST OF PLAYERS: Jeremy Whitener…………Korin Alabaster………………………Were-Mongoose Aaron Murphy……………..Claws-of-Honor………………….Were-Tiger Jera Morrison……………….Alseyne Aulaudin…………………Sidhe Changeling Debora Silkotch…………..Casey Gavin…………………………Human Psionic Aron Head……………….Story/Setting/Everything Else…….Game Master ********************************************* &#8220;What the hell!?!?&#8221; Pip exclaimed as Korin emerged from the black curtain of swarming evil, cradling the malamute in his arms. &#8220;Asshole!! I put this thing down and its your ass!&#8221; The Mongoose&#8217;s words were empty of conviction; he sounded overwhelmed and confused by the blinding light amidst the unnatural darkness. &#8220;Case…Casey?! Elijah?! You still alive?&#8221; He spotted Casey, sword in hand as she rushed to aid or attack the flashlight wielder. Elijah was not readily in sight. &#8220;What is happening?&#8221; &#8220;That&#8217;s Korin,&#8221; Casey explained quickly to Pip. &#8220;He and Elijah were both being held captive down here.  There were two others, but the black things killed them.&#8221;  Casey was already making her way over to the new arrivals.  &#8220;We&#8217;re both fine, Korin, these are all friends of mine.  Except the ogre, watch out for him.  How&#8217;s Pana?&#8221; Up close, Casey was quite a sight.  Blood from her nose was smeared across her lower face and spattered over her leather outfit, the phantoms&#8217; claws had left deep scratches in her skin and clothing, and she was ghastly pale beneath her tan.  Her hands shook as they run over Pana&#8217;s body, trying to assess the damage her dog had taken. ** Pana&#8230;? ** &#8220;Her ribs, perhaps a lung.&#8221; The words were an animalistic growl. &#8220;Now can we get the hell out of here?&#8221; The malamute, blinked, a bit disoriented. She....]]></description>
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		<title>Tuesday Tales:  Cavalry Good.  Ogre Bad.</title>
		<link>http://ideologyofmadness.spookyouthouse.com/archives/15338</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Nov 2010 12:30:18 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Debora Silkotch</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[CAST OF PLAYERS: Jeremy Whitener…………Korin Alabaster………………………Were Mongoose Aaron Murphy……………..Claws-of-Honor………………….Were-Tiger Jera Morrison……………….Alseyne Aulaudin…………………Sidhe Changeling Debora Silkotch…………..Casey Gavin…………………………Human Psionic Aron Head……………….Story/Setting/Everything Else…….Game Master ********************************************* &#8220;Pip,&#8221; Casey breathed gratefully. There was a rough hole in the corridor&#8217;s ceiling above Claws and the huge blue creature; that must be where they&#8217;d all come from.  &#8220;I think I might know where Percyndi is&#8230;or at the very least I think I can take you to the ones who had her&#8230;&#8221; &#8220;Excellent!&#8221; He smiled wide. &#8220;That&#8217;s terrific news!&#8221; &#8220;…If we live that long.&#8221; &#8220;There is that,&#8221; The satyr conceded. Elijah offered, &#8220;Thanks for the save, man, but they&#8217;re not down &#8212; just surprised. And if possible, more pissed than before.&#8221; Pip nodded. &#8220;What are they?&#8221; The darkness swelled, their number growing. &#8220;Evil,&#8221; Casey answered bluntly.  &#8220;They seem interested in me particularly&#8230;they want to take me to some Master of theirs.  Gotta tell you, I&#8217;d just as soon not meet him.&#8221; &#8220;I think I know the answer,&#8221; Pip groaned. &#8220;But which direction is Percyndi?&#8221; &#8220;If she&#8217;s still down here, she&#8217;s that way.&#8221;  Casey nodded down the corridor in the direction Korin had taken earlier. &#8220;Oh bother,&#8221; he complained. &#8220;Right. I have to go that way, Casey. But you don&#8217;t. If these things have a taste for you, that&#8217;s probably a cue for you to get out of here&#8230;&#8221; He cast a glance back to Claws and saw Alseyne leap down through the hole. &#8220;Hey, look! My girlfriend&#8217;s here!&#8221; Elijah looked back in the sidhe&#8217;s direction. &#8220;Damn! Her legs....]]></description>
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		<title>Tuesday Tales: Unexpected</title>
		<link>http://ideologyofmadness.spookyouthouse.com/archives/15278</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 26 Oct 2010 12:30:37 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Debora Silkotch</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[CAST OF PLAYERS: Jeremy Whitener…………Korin Alabaster………………………Were Mongoose Aaron Murphy……………..Claws-of-Honor………………….Were-Tiger Debora Silkotch…………..Casey Gavin…………………………Human Psionic Aron Head……………….Story/Setting/Everything Else…….Game Master ********************************************* Casey, sheltered now by the shield in front of her and Korin and Elijah at her back, channeled all her power into enlarging the telekinetic barrier to enclose all three of them. It stretched slowly, slowly, in a growing arc…. &#8220;They want Casey, only Casey,&#8221; Korin rasped breathlessly. &#8220;Lets just get out of here!! The fastest way&#8230;where is it?!!&#8221; &#8220;Keep your shit together, kid.&#8221; Elijah urged. &#8220;This is only gonna get nastier.&#8221; The Mangoose continued lashing and dodging; it was utter chaos as nightmare forms slashed and grappled them with inky limbs and shadow claws. It was a madhouse of horror, never knowing from where the next strike would come. But it would come. And it did…over and over…a hail storm of blows, a torrent of tearing…. Korin&#8217;s flight response shrilled along Casey&#8217;s nerve endings, knotting her stomach. His desire for escape radiated like heat against her skin and into her mind, making her own heart thump even harder and her head spin with conflicting impulses. The shield began to tremble, shake&#8230; Flight&#8230;escape&#8230;survival&#8230;his emotions buffeted her like pounding surf, eroding her resolution to finish what she&#8217;d started. Where was Pana&#8230;? Dead already? Along with Tracy and Dennis&#8230;. She didn&#8217;t belong down here, in the middle of this unwinnable fight. Nothing she&#8217;d ever known had prepared her for a situation like this. She was going to get them all killed with her stupid,....]]></description>
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		<title>Tuesday Tales: Under Attack</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 19 Oct 2010 12:30:40 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Debora Silkotch</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[CAST OF PLAYERS: Jeremy Whitener…………Korin Alabaster………………………Were Mongoose Debora Silkotch…………..Casey Gavin…………………………Human Psionic Aron Head……………….Story/Setting/Everything Else…….Game Master ********************************************* &#8220;I don&#8217;t want to retreat,&#8221; Casey panted, her blood up now.  &#8220;I want to find the rest of the prisoners down here and get them out.  And I want to make sure whoever&#8217;s got them never has the chance to grab anyone else.&#8221;  It was half anger and half bravado: she was struggling to keep the fear at bay, not let it get a foothold in her mind again.  &#8220;Let&#8217;s go ahead and bring this whole damn place down around their ears while we&#8217;re at it.&#8221; Elijah&#8217;s eyes blazed with rage, &#8220;Any ideas on how we manage that?&#8221; &#8220;I haven&#8217;t really worked out all the details yet,&#8221; Casey admitted, falling back to rejoin the others as the shadowy evil pressed in around them.  She had a fierce, wild look about her now, utterly unlike the nervous girl who had crept down that black staircase not so long ago. &#8220;Let me know,&#8221; the vampire grunted as he raked his way through another phantom, &#8220;When you&#8217;ve dotted the I&#8217;s and crossed the T&#8217;s.&#8221; &#8220;Righty-o.&#8221; TAKE HER! TAKE HER! TAKE HER! &#8220;You do that,&#8221; she gritted, aiming another burst of pyrokinetics at the nearest swarm. Two more of the red-eyed shadows burst into flames. The enemy flowed among them like water over rocks. The corridor was choked with them. Korin flipped and bounced from floor to wall and rolled and dived from side to side, evading damage with....]]></description>
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		<title>Tuesday Tales: Into The Dark</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 12 Oct 2010 11:30:20 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Debora Silkotch</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[CAST OF PLAYERS: Jeremy Whitener…………Korin Alabaster………………………Were Mongoose Debora Silkotch…………..Casey Gavin…………………………Human Psionic Aron Head……………….Story/Setting/Everything Else…….Game Master ********************************************* Casey blinked, thrown off a little by the vampire&#8217;s casual manner. But time was still ticking away; she needed to keep things moving. &#8220;I&#8217;m Casey.&#8221; She turned to indicate the staircase. &#8220;Those stairs lead up to the main bar. If we work as a group we might be able to sneak or fight our way outside together.&#8221; She turned the other way and gestured toward the dark corridor. &#8220;I don&#8217;t know what&#8217;s in there. But I have to take a look, to make sure there are no more prisoners being held here. You guys can come with me or hit the exit, whichever sounds best to you.&#8221; Elijah looked each direction indicated and then looked to Casey, &#8220;I&#8217;m with you, Blondie.&#8221; Tracy stepped off the stairs, her slim legs shaking just a bit. &#8220;I&#8217;m with you, too, Casey.&#8221; &#8220;Good,&#8221; Casey smiled. &#8220;Thanks. I can use all the help I can get.&#8221; She never quite turned her back on the vampire, though. The Pooka nodded, trying hard to fan the weak flames of her newly kindled bravery. She was frightened, but not willing to give in to it. The Boggans on the other hand&#8230; &#8220;Um&#8230;&#8221; Dennis&#8217; voice wavered from the stairs. &#8220;Shouldn&#8217;t we just go? We could call the police when we&#8217;re out?&#8221; Casey looked over at Dennis, not unsympathetically. &#8220;It&#8217;s up to you if you want to go. But there might be more safety....]]></description>
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		<title>Tuesday Tales: The Captives</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 05 Oct 2010 11:30:18 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Debora Silkotch</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[CAST OF PLAYERS: Jeremy Whitener…………Korin Alabaster………………………Were Mongoose Debora Silkotch…………..Casey Gavin…………………………Human Psionic Aron Head……………….Story/Setting/Everything Else…….Game Master ********************************************* &#8220;Don&#8217;t worry, I can&#8217;t see a thing,&#8221; Casey sighed. &#8220;I&#8217;ll be right back.&#8221; She walked over to the next cell. &#8220;Hi, who&#8217;s in here?&#8221; &#8220;Hello?&#8221; A small voice quavered. &#8220;I&#8217;m Dennis. Please let me out.&#8221; &#8220;I&#8217;m going to try to get you all out,&#8221; Casey said reassuringly, dipping lightly into his mind to get a general sense of things in there. He was terrified. Unlike the Changelings she&#8217;d met to date, he wasn&#8217;t battle hardened. He was completely out of his element and on the edge of losing it. Casey looked around indecisively. The longer she hung around here, the bigger her risk of ending up in a cell of her own. She needed to come up with a plan, and quickly. She could leave the prisoners here and go fetch backup. She could let them all out right now and hope for the best. She could just let &#8220;Percyndi&#8221; out, to see what she was dealing with, and hope that her defensive powers were good enough if things got ugly. Decisions, decisions. Better do something, before she lost the chance. Taking a deep breath, she flipped the deadbolt on Dennis&#8217; cell and drew the door open. Within, she saw a fellow huddled in the far corner. He was trembling. &#8220;Hey,&#8221; she said gently. &#8220;Ready to get out of here?&#8221; &#8220;Y-yes!&#8221; He climbed to his feet. The chamber was a bare cell with only....]]></description>
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		<title>Tuesday Tales: Down The Rabbit Hole</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 28 Sep 2010 11:30:06 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Debora Silkotch</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[CAST OF PLAYERS: Jeremy Whitener…………Korin Alabaster………………………Were Mongoose Debora Silkotch…………..Casey Gavin…………………………Human Psionic Aron Head……………….Story/Setting/Everything Else…….Game Master ********************************************* ** The Duke&#8217;s daughter? ** Casey searched her libido-fogged brain for the name. ** Percyndi? ** She moved through the crowd toward Pana&#8217;s mental presence. **Where? Can you take me to her?** :: Not sure. But I can follow her scent. :: After a bit of searching Casey joined the Malamute. ** Let&#8217;s go! ** Pana led her through a beaded curtain and into a long hallway lined with many doors. The walls were painted a dark red and trimmed in black molding. Illumination was provided by art deco style sconces. Turning a corner, the Malamute stopped in front of the wall, sniffing at the floor board. :: Here. :: Casey glanced around the empty hallway, then back to where Pana was indicating. ** It&#8217;s a wall. You&#8217;re sure the trail stops here? ** :: Yes. Here. :: Casey placed a hand against the wall and closed her eyes, reaching past the surface with her perceptions to get a sense of who might be on the other side. Like everything else here, the wall wasn&#8217;t as it seemed; she sensed something…someone…on the other side. But it was a fog, unclear. She took a step back, giving the wall another frowning look. There was an illusion here, a concealment. She should be able to &#8220;see&#8221; it, but something about this place clouded her perceptions. She focused upon the wall, concentrating all her effort into seeing....]]></description>
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		<title>Tuesday Tales: Experiencing Technical Difficulties</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 25 Jul 2010 16:01:05 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Aron</dc:creator>
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		<title>Tuesday Tales: Inside Sanctuary</title>
		<link>http://ideologyofmadness.spookyouthouse.com/archives/13585</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 06 Jul 2010 13:30:20 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Debora Silkotch</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[CAST OF PLAYERS: Aaron Murphy……………..Claws-of-Honor………………….Were-Tiger Jera Morrison……………….Alseyne Aulaudin…………………Sidhe Changeling Debora Silkotch…………..Casey Gavin…………………………Human Psionic Aron Head……………….Story/Setting/Everything Else…….Game Master ********************************************* The street was dark. A nearby lamp post illuminated the corner where Casey, Tim and Tony stood. Just beyond and across the street from the warehouse an alleyway ran between two other garage-like buildings. Casey wavered between the risks of being a visible, lamplit target and the equal hazards of sheltering in a tight, poorly-lit alley. &#8220;Maybe we should just hang out here by the door? We probably don&#8217;t want to get too far away in case they need help fast in there.&#8221; Tim shook his head. &#8220;I think we should be across the street. We&#8217;ll draw less attention. There&#8217;s no one hanging out here. We&#8217;d be rather obvious.&#8221; &#8220;I just got this ridiculous outfit so that I could hang around outside an S&#38;M bar without drawing attention,” Casey grumbled, mildly exasperated. You&#8217;re telling me I still have to hide?&#8221; Sighing, she gestured to Pana. &#8220;Fine, we&#8217;ll go stand in a dark alley. What could possibly happen to us in a nice dark enclosed place like that?&#8221; &#8220;No, no&#8230;&#8221; Tim was startled by her sudden change of mood, &#8220;I was just suggesting. We can do the other thing.&#8221; She sighed. &#8220;Sorry, didn&#8217;t mean to snap. This isn&#8217;t really my scene, I guess I&#8217;m a little nervous.&#8221; She gave the alley a long, studying look, then turned back to examine the area in front of the bar. &#8220;You may have a point. If....]]></description>
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		<title>Tuesday Tales: Outside Sanctuary</title>
		<link>http://ideologyofmadness.spookyouthouse.com/archives/13397</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 29 Jun 2010 13:30:30 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Debora Silkotch</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[CAST OF PLAYERS: Aaron Murphy……………..Claws-of-Honor………………….Were-Tiger Jera Morrison……………….Alseyne Aulaudin…………………Sidhe Changeling Debora Silkotch…………..Casey Gavin…………………………Human Psionic Aron Head……………….Story/Setting/Everything Else…….Game Master ********************************************* Pip&#8217;s amusement drew a half-grin from Casey. &#8220;Always good to know where one stands in these things.&#8221; &#8220;It would be more fair to say he&#8217;s not forbidden to kill you, I suppose,&#8221; Alseyne commented. &#8220;The only law we have that specifically refers to not harming mortals is one that refers to your ability to create glamour. We&#8217;re supposed to inspire you but not to manipulate the creative process or use our own glamour to infuse you to produce more glamour. Killing mortals, however, is not specifically forbidden though obviously if enough mortals are killed then the Dreaming dies with them so he&#8217;d likely be reluctant to do anything permanent to you.&#8221; It all sounded a bit JM Barrie to Casey, and some of the words were unfamiliar to her in the context Alseyne was using them, but she got the gist and found it fascinating. &#8220;With us,&#8221; Alseyne continued, &#8220;he would probably be content to see us retrorsed back to our mortal selves for the time being, which would simply mean we would have no memory of who and what we really are until we come across or produce some glamour that reawakens our Kithain souls and thereby our memories.&#8221; &#8220;Wow.&#8221; Casey had been using that word a lot lately. &#8220;It really is a complicated business. If that happens to you, I should get you to a balefire then? That would restore....]]></description>
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		<title>Tuesday Tales: On The Move Again</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 22 Jun 2010 15:10:24 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Debora Silkotch</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[CAST OF PLAYERS: Aaron Murphy……………..Claws-of-Honor………………….Were-Tiger Jera Morrison……………….Alseyne Aulaudin…………………Sidhe Changeling Debora Silkotch…………..Casey Gavin…………………………Human Psionic Aron Head……………….Story/Setting/Everything Else…….Game Master ********************************************* The SUV motored onto sixth street. &#8220;This changes our plans a bit,&#8221; Pip said, settling in between Alseyne and Tony. &#8220;I think we should breach Sanctuary without Arian. Tim and T-Ray here can take the Spider&#8217;s place with Casey as our backup.&#8221; Alseyne nodded. &#8220;I think that should do nicely. Casey, would you fill them in on what we don&#8217;t get a chance to tell them while you are all waiting in the alley? In the meantime, T-Ray, Tim, here&#8217;s the deal &#8212; Pip and I need to find out what is going on at an S&#38;M bar called Sanctuary. We need to talk to the owner there about some missing fae that apparently were last seen there prior to their disappearances as well as about the Lady Percyndi who was seen there yesterday and to our knowledge has yet to leave there. The four of us&#8230;&#8221; she indicated Claws, Wynne, Pip and herself &#8220;&#8230;will go inside and try to get the information.&#8221; &#8220;S&#38;M bar?&#8221; Tim raised his bushy eyebrows. &#8220;I really should get to the city more. We don&#8217;t have those down at the lake.&#8221; &#8220;You don&#8217;t even have cable down at the lake!&#8221; T-Ray complained. &#8220;Once we&#8217;re in,&#8221; Pip added, &#8220;Wynne, you and Claws are responsible for finding out if Percyndi is still on site.&#8221; Claws nodded in understanding. Pip reached into his bag, withdrawing a scarf of fine silk....]]></description>
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		<title>Tuesday Tales: The Cake And Ale II</title>
		<link>http://ideologyofmadness.spookyouthouse.com/archives/13046</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 15 Jun 2010 13:30:47 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Debora Silkotch</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[CAST OF PLAYERS: Aaron Murphy……………..Claws-of-Honor………………….Were-Tiger Jera Morrison……………….Alseyne Aulaudin…………………Sidhe Changeling Debora Silkotch…………..Casey Gavin…………………………Human Psionic Aron Head……………….Story/Setting/Everything Else…….Game Master ********************************************* Alseyne looked over at Casey in concern, &#8220;Are you all right? You looked a bit dazed.&#8221; &#8220;I&#8217;m fine,&#8221; Casey murmured distractedly. But a moment later she leaned over to speak quietly into the fae’s ear. &#8220;Alseyne&#8230;the balefire&#8230;does it have any, um, consciousness? Sentience?&#8221; Alseyne gave her an odd look but answered quietly, &#8220;Not to the best of my knowledge but you seem to have different abilities than us. It is certainly possible that you might sense something that is beyond the ken of most Kithain.&#8221; Casey thought about that. Alseyne smiled slightly, &#8220;On the other hand, balefire is known to affect some mortals in odd ways so it could also just be that. I&#8217;ll be happy to check with some experts on balefire for you, however, to see if we can get a more definitive answer for you.&#8221; &#8220;It&#8217;s not urgent. I was just wondering.&#8221; Casey flicked a brief, yearning glance toward the hearth. &#8220;It&#8217;s lovely, isn&#8217;t it?&#8221; &#8220;I wouldn&#8217;t necessarily say &#8216;lovely,&#8217;&#8221; Alseyne responded slowly, obviously thinking about her words. &#8220;I find it comforting and warming to me in a way that&#8217;s&#8230;like, it&#8217;s like the feeling of closing a door on a freezing winter storm and knowing you are snug inside by the fire with no danger to threaten you. In this instance, the &#8216;cold&#8217; is the mortal world and the &#8216;warmth&#8217; is the magic that the fire brings to me.....]]></description>
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		<title>Tuesday Tales: The Cake And Ale I</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 08 Jun 2010 14:10:38 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Debora Silkotch</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[CAST OF PLAYERS: Aaron Murphy……………..Claws-of-Honor………………….Were-Tiger Jera Morrison……………….Alseyne Aulaudin…………………Sidhe Changeling Debora Silkotch…………..Casey Gavin…………………………Human Psionic Aron Head……………….Story/Setting/Everything Else…….Game Master ********************************************* The SUV slowed to a stop along the side of Sixth Street. They disembarked, Pip taking Alseyne&#8217;s hand in his. Wynne stayed close to Claws, and Claws walked close to her in a protective &#8211; almost possessive — manner.   Pana, the Malamute, hopped out alongside Casey and rushed forward of the party, sniffing the air.   &#8220;It&#8217;s right through here,&#8221; Pip said to Casey as they entered a dark alley. Her steps slowed a bit; she looked around uncertainly at the unlit passageway.   Pana scouted forward, padding softly. Casey followed, watching her dog&#8217;s body language closely. Fully into the alley, she saw a spray of multicolored light painting the pavement. It came from a round stained-glass window resting inside a heavy, ornately carved wooden door. Casey stroked Pana&#8217;s head. &#8220;Good girl. Be safe.&#8221; The dog circled Casey&#8217;s legs, then padded to the end of the alley and sat.   Pip pulled the door open. A burst of raucous laughter and singing and music flowed into the alley along with the sumptuous smells of roasting meats and fresh bread. Entering, they found a large hall with rows of handmade wooden tables with benches on either side. A hearth in which a fire crackled away while chickens spun on a spit over it. The place was torch and candle lit. A tremendous sense of cozy warmth enwrapped the party.   The place....]]></description>
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		<title>Tuesday Tales: Whips And Chains II</title>
		<link>http://ideologyofmadness.spookyouthouse.com/archives/12814</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 01 Jun 2010 13:30:24 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Debora Silkotch</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[CAST OF PLAYERS: Aaron Murphy……………..Claws-of-Honor………………….Were-Tiger Jera Morrison……………….Alseyne Aulaudin…………………Sidhe Changeling Debora Silkotch…………..Casey Gavin…………………………Human Psionic Aron Head……………….Story/Setting/Everything Else…….Game Master ********************************************* Alseyne smiled. &#8220;Wynne and I may not see eye to eye in most things, but one thing I am sure of &#8211; she is loyal to Pip. While I could see her potentially throwing her lot in with an enemy if it was just me involved, it would take something catastrophic to make her betray Pip. And what is happening right now&#8230;well, I just could never see it happening. But I will mention your concerns to Pip. He knows Wynne much better than I do and should know if there is anything to be concerned about.” &#8220;I don&#8217;t want to stir up trouble between friends,&#8221; Casey said. &#8220;Wynne just looks&#8230;very dark to me. But I&#8217;m new to all of this, I could be misreading her.&#8221; &#8220;I want you to feel comfortable too, Casey,&#8221; Alseyne explained. &#8220;If you have doubts then it could cause problems later. It is better for us to take the time to make sure there&#8217;s no problem now than to risk it at a crisis point later. For example, your feelings on Wynne could cause you to hesitate at a crucial moment and end up with someone getting hurt. Whereas if we can reduce your feeling of mistrust then there is less likelihood of that occurring. In addition, you actually COULD be reading Wynne correctly, in which case we need to be aware of the problem now so we....]]></description>
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		<title>Tuesday Tales: Whips And Chains I</title>
		<link>http://ideologyofmadness.spookyouthouse.com/archives/12692</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 25 May 2010 13:30:19 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Debora Silkotch</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[CAST OF PLAYERS: Aaron Murphy……………..Claws-of-Honor………………….Were-Tiger Jera Morrison……………….Alseyne Aulaudin…………………Sidhe Changeling Debora Silkotch…………..Casey Gavin…………………………Human Psionic Aron Head……………….Story/Setting/Everything Else…….Game Master ********************************************* &#8220;Casey, don&#8217;t be shy,&#8221; Alseyne looked over her shoulder at Casey. &#8220;What do you think of this for you?&#8221; The Sidhe pulled out a black leather dress that had lacings up both sides, leaving a strip about two inches wide bare on each side from her armpits all the way down and of a length that would come down to just the top of Casey&#8217;s thighs. Casey raised an eyebrow. That was actually kind of pretty. Except&#8230;she obviously wouldn&#8217;t be able to wear any kind of undergarments with it. And if there was fighting tonight, a dress like that could not be depended upon to keep things covered. &#8220;I should probably stick with pants,&#8221; she decided. &#8220;I don&#8217;t want to be worrying about what&#8217;s, um, on display if we get into a scrap with the bad guys.&#8221; Alseyne shrugged &#8220;Why worry about it? I had to fight naked once when an enemy burst in at a very inopportune time. You just do what you have to do and ignore any wardrobe malfunctions. But you do whatever is comfortable for you.&#8221; &#8220;I&#8217;m still getting the hang of the fighting thing,&#8221; Casey laughed. &#8220;I think fighting naked is in the advanced course.&#8221; &#8220;That&#8217;s alright. Pip and I will be happy to give you some pointers. Half of a knight&#8217;s life is devoted to fighting and training anyway so we&#8217;re old hands at it.&#8221; &#8220;I....]]></description>
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		<title>Tuesday Tales:  On The Move</title>
		<link>http://ideologyofmadness.spookyouthouse.com/archives/12639</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 18 May 2010 13:30:56 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Debora Silkotch</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[CAST OF PLAYERS: Aaron Murphy……………..Claws-of-Honor………………….Were-Tiger Jera Morrison……………….Alseyne Aulaudin…………………Sidhe Changeling Debora Silkotch…………..Casey Gavin…………………………Human Psionic Aron Head……………….Story/Setting/Everything Else…….Game Master ********************************************* Pana fell in beside Casey. She stroked the dog absently as they approach the street. :: You made some new friends :: Pana observed. **I don&#8217;t think we&#8217;re friends yet. We have common goals, and I think I can help them** A black suburban pulled forward with lettering on the door: AUSTIN TAXI. &#8220;You call for a ride?&#8221; The driver called out. &#8220;That&#8217;s us,&#8221; Pip said. The drive stopped in the parking lot and hopped out, pulling the door open for them. &#8220;Where to?&#8221; Pip looked to Wynne, who answered the driver as she climbed in. &#8220;Whips and Chains.&#8221; He smiled, &#8220;Alrighty then.&#8221; Alseyne rolled her eyes at Pip, not at all surprised that Wynne knew the best all-night leather shop in town. Casey gave the Sluagh a sidelong glance. She&#8217;d never even heard of the place. It sounded…interesting. Pana sniffed at the interior of the vehicle. Casey climbed in, settling the malamute in the back. Her nose was still going. :: Humans&#8230; have mated here. Tonight. :: Casey managed to keep a straight face. **Thanks for the update.** No doubt keeping track of matings was of great interest in dog society, but it was a tad too much information for Casey. Claws in homid form leaned back in his seat, stretching his legs. Pip and Wynn settled in. &#8220;Let&#8217;s roll!&#8221; Pip shouted forward. The Suburban motored out onto the street. &#8220;This....]]></description>
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		<title>Tuesday Tales: Heading Out</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 11 May 2010 13:30:42 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Debora Silkotch</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[CAST OF PLAYERS: Aaron Murphy……………..Claws-of-Honor………………….Were-Tiger Ezrandi Shadowheart……Andali…………………………………Eshu Changeling Mia Schubert……………….Marlboro…………………………….Satyr Changeling Jera Morrison……………….Alseyne Aulaudin…………………Sidhe Changeling Carol Hart…………………..Janneth Jones………………………Troll Changeling Kendall Nye…………………Joseph McAdoo……………………Ronin Garou Rob Bennett………………..Arian Plicare………………………..Ananasi Suz Dollar…………………..Samantha Reese…………………..Human Guardian Debora Silkotch…………..Casey Gavin…………………………Human Psionic Aron Head……………….Story/Setting/Everything Else…….Game Master ********************************************* Alseyne glanced tiredly around at her people. &#8220;Too bad you can&#8217;t send me backwards in time so I can get some sleep before we go out, Myrle.” The dragon shook his head. &#8220;I can only send you forward.&#8221; &#8220;Guess I&#8217;ll just have to catch a cat nap while we wait for Arian to get his weapons.&#8221; Falco offered, &#8220;I can help with that.&#8221; He extended his hand to Alseyne. Alseyne pulled back warily. &#8220;Just what are you planning on doing? Putting me to sleep? If so, we have a bit more planning to do.&#8221; Something that was almost a smile quirked Casey&#8217;s mouth. &#8220;I suspect he wants do the opposite. Make you wide awake and alert, like you&#8217;ve just had a full night&#8217;s rest.&#8221; &#8220;It&#8217;s&#8230;&#8221; Falco answered slowly, &#8220;An Eastern technique. A little like accupressure.&#8221; His hand was still out, waiting for Alseyne&#8217;s hand. She looked at him for a brief moment before holding her hand out to him. Falco&#8217;s hands were strong, but narrow. His fingers were long and tapered. His hands covered hers, moving across them in a light caress. He grasped her with a sudden tightness and she gasped in shock, eyes wide, pulling her hand free. Pip leaped up from the table as the Sidhe staggered back.....]]></description>
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		<title>Tuesday Tales: Teaming Up</title>
		<link>http://ideologyofmadness.spookyouthouse.com/archives/12495</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 04 May 2010 13:30:42 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Debora Silkotch</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[CAST OF PLAYERS: Aaron Murphy……………..Claws-of-Honor………………….Were-Tiger Ezrandi Shadowheart……Andali…………………………………Eshu Changeling Mia Schubert……………….Marlboro…………………………….Satyr Changeling Jera Morrison……………….Alseyne Aulaudin…………………Sidhe Changeling Carol Hart…………………..Janneth Jones………………………Troll Changeling Kendall Nye…………………Joseph McAdoo……………………Ronin Garou Rob Bennett………………..Arian Plicare………………………..Ananasi Suz Dollar…………………..Samantha Reese…………………..Human Guardian Debora Silkotch…………..Casey Gavin…………………………Human Psionic Aron Head……………….Story/Setting/Everything Else…….Game Master ********************************************* Arian shook his head. &#8220;There are devices that allow such things, but I do not have one. I could be waiting outside with a phone, however.&#8221; &#8220;Do you happen to have one already?&#8221; Alseyne asked patiently. &#8220;As I said, we have no more available, unless Pip has been holding out on me,&#8221; she threw a small smile at the satyr. Arian stated simply, &#8220;Yes.&#8221; &#8220;There might be a better way,&#8221; Casey offered, leaving her booth to come join the discussion. &#8220;I&#8217;m a telepath. I could wait outside with Arian, and if trouble breaks out in Sanctuary any of you could just give a loud mental shout and we&#8217;d come running. If things go south too quickly there might not be time to use a phone, so this way&#8217;s safer and quicker. The only thing is, I&#8217;ve never tried to read any non-humans before; we&#8217;d have to check beforehand to make sure I can ‘hear’ at least one or two of you.&#8221; Arian looked at Casey closely for a long moment. She endured his black scrutiny, trying not to flush again. Finally, he nodded. &#8220;If you wish.” His tone was cold, and it suggested an &#8216;at your own risk&#8217; meaning. &#8220;Good. I think if this Murphy guy hangs out there it&#8217;s better....]]></description>
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		<title>Tuesday Tales: Still Planning</title>
		<link>http://ideologyofmadness.spookyouthouse.com/archives/12173</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 27 Apr 2010 13:30:13 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Debora Silkotch</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[CAST OF PLAYERS: Aaron Murphy……………..Claws-of-Honor………………….Were-Tiger Ezrandi Shadowheart……Andali…………………………………Eshu Changeling Mia Schubert……………….Marlboro…………………………….Satyr Changeling Jera Morrison……………….Alseyne Aulaudin…………………Sidhe Changeling Carol Hart…………………..Janneth Jones………………………Troll Changeling Kendall Nye…………………Joseph McAdoo……………………Ronin Garou Rob Bennett………………..Arian Plicare………………………..Ananasi Suz Dollar…………………..Samantha Reese…………………..Human Guardian Debora Silkotch…………..Casey Gavin…………………………Human Psionic Aron Head……………….Story/Setting/Everything Else…….Game Master ********************************************* Alseyne frowned. &#8220;Do you refer to the information about Sanctuary that was revealed to me earlier?&#8221; &#8220;Aye, &#8217;tis the one.&#8221; &#8220;I doubt it is Myrle’s part to decide our next move. If I read the Webs correctly, his role is to string us together&#8230; a difficult enough endeavor.” Arian tilted his head. He folded his arms and turned to face Alseyne, apparently satisfied that Claws would not attack now. &#8220;I am currently your retainer. As it appears Sir Yggthor and he-&#8221; pointed to Pip. &#8220;-are as well. That got a raised eyebrow from Pip. &#8220;And you have the air of authority with the other Fair Folk here, so I suspect you are of some leadership caste among them.&#8221; The Spider gestured to Sam and Falco, &#8220;They are the other two deciding &#8216;votes&#8217;, if thats what this has come too. The namebreakers operate together, it seems, and Sam represents the guardian we must protect.&#8221; He turned his cold gaze from Falco, then to Sam, then to Alseyne. Falco returned the gaze with cool indifference to the Spider. &#8220;So what now?&#8221; Arian asked. His tone hadn’t changed a bit. Not from the suggestion of blowing up innocents to the protecting of the world. The Spider simply didn’t view things the same. &#8220;Just a....]]></description>
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		<title>Tuesday Tales: More Planning</title>
		<link>http://ideologyofmadness.spookyouthouse.com/archives/12002</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 20 Apr 2010 14:00:02 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Debora Silkotch</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[CAST OF PLAYERS: Aaron Murphy……………..Claws-of-Honor………………….Were-Tiger Ezrandi Shadowheart……Andali…………………………………Eshu Changeling Mia Schubert……………….Marlboro…………………………….Satyr Changeling Jera Morrison……………….Alseyne Aulaudin…………………Sidhe Changeling Carol Hart…………………..Janneth Jones………………………Troll Changeling Kendall Nye…………………Joseph McAdoo……………………Ronin Garou Rob Bennett………………..Arian Plicare………………………..Ananasi Suz Dollar…………………..Samantha Reese…………………..Human Guardian Debora Silkotch…………..Casey Gavin…………………………Human Psionic Aron Head……………….Story/Setting/Everything Else…….Game Master ************************************** J.J.&#8217;s laughter cut through the tension like a blade. She shook her head and just laughed out loud and long. &#8220;Oh.. god.. that was good Myrle.” Casey looked from the spider to the tiger, baffled. Were they really going to brawl right here, in the middle of planning the war to save the world? It seemed like they could put their energy to better use. She looked around the restaurant, but no one seemed inclined to intervene. This could be some time-honored introductory ritual between were-creatures, for all she knew. She should probably just mind her own business and let them work it out. And heck, if the spider got clobbered they&#8217;d pretty much HAVE to abandon their plan to plant a bomb in the Tower, wouldn&#8217;t they? It seems like an unfair match, though. That tiger-guy was *huge* next to Plicare. Unless Plicare had a venomous bite or something, he probably didn’t have much of a chance without any weapons. Casey flipped a mental coin. Decided to step in. It just felt like the right thing to do. She got casually to her feet and walked over to the pair, her body language relaxed and nonaggressive. &#8220;You know,&#8221; she said conversationally, standing a couple feet away from both of them,....]]></description>
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		<title>Tuesday Tales: Tension</title>
		<link>http://ideologyofmadness.spookyouthouse.com/archives/11925</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 13 Apr 2010 13:30:36 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Debora Silkotch</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[CAST OF PLAYERS: Aaron Murphy……………..Claws-of-Honor………………….Were-Tiger Ezrandi Shadowheart……Andali…………………………………Eshu Changeling Mia Schubert……………….Marlboro…………………………….Satyr Changeling Jera Morrison……………….Alseyne Aulaudin…………………Sidhe Changeling Carol Hart…………………..Janneth Jones………………………Troll Changeling Kendall Nye…………………Joseph McAdoo……………………Ronin Garou Rob Bennett………………..Arian Plicare………………………..Ananasi Suz Dollar…………………..Samantha Reese…………………..Human Guardian Debora Silkotch…………..Casey Gavin…………………………Human Psionic Aron Head……………….Story/Setting/Everything Else…….Game Master ********************************************* Yggthor the Troll rumbled, &#8220;We have not accounted for this Kilarothes. Or the Ogre the Lady Jasmine spoke of.&#8221; &#8220;We don&#8217;t want to split our forces too thinly either, Yggthor,&#8221; Alseyne interjected. &#8220;Tactically, our enemies far outnumber us. If we go off in too many different directions at one time it is liable to cause us to lose one or more of our endeavors. I think the Ogre can wait — for now, at least. Kilarothes however, likely needs to be a high priority target.&#8221; She looked toward Arian. &#8220;How long would you expect to need to get into and out of that tower? Give us the absolute longest you would estimate &#8212; that will tell those who are assaulting the tower how long they&#8217;ll need to plan on creating their diversion.&#8221; Arian pondered. &#8220;Getting inside is simple. If my guide proves to be forthcoming in his supply of information, then I can be in and out within an hour. If he has lied, it will take significantly longer&#8230;.&#8221; He thought for a moment. &#8220;I&#8217;d say at least an hour and a half to search a building of that size. I have a rite that will aid in the retrieval of my property, but such things take time. Nevertheless, such a....]]></description>
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		<title>Tuesday Tales: Planning</title>
		<link>http://ideologyofmadness.spookyouthouse.com/archives/11860</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 06 Apr 2010 13:30:01 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Debora Silkotch</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[CAST OF PLAYERS: Aaron Murphy……………..Claws-of-Honor………………….Were-Tiger Ezrandi Shadowheart……Andali…………………………………Eshu Changeling Mia Schubert……………….Marlboro…………………………….Satyr Changeling Jera Morrison……………….Alseyne Aulaudin…………………Sidhe Changeling Carol Hart…………………..Janneth Jones………………………Troll Changeling Kendall Nye…………………Joseph McAdoo……………………Ronin Garou Rob Bennett………………..Arian Plicare………………………..Ananasi Suz Dollar…………………..Samantha Reese…………………..Human Guardian Debora Silkotch…………..Casey Gavin…………………………Human Psionic Aron Head……………….Story/Setting/Everything Else…….Game Master ********************************************* Arian turned his gaze to Andali as well. &#8220;How can you reach this place?&#8221; the Spider asked. Andali nodded to Myrle . “I…We can…” she said, correcting herself. She looked back to J.J. with concern…and then said, “If J.J. Can get the ok from Makebetter, I&#8217;d like her by my side.&#8221; J.J.&#8217;s eyes were huge. “Really?” She looked surprised, but had a large grin on her face. Her eyes were dancing. &#8220;Cool.&#8221; Andali shot a smile at J.J. &#8220;Pfah!&#8221; Myrle snorted in disgust, &#8220;The physician is a waste of time. There is nothing can be done for her that has not already been done. If she wants to live she will. If she wants to whine and complain, she will be deader than disco by day&#8217;s end.&#8221; &#8220;And Marlboro,” Andali added, ignoring the dragon and nodding to the satyr. “We have always worked better together then apart.&#8221; Alseyne cleared her throat. &#8220;If JJ wants to go with you and can get clearance from Makebetter to attend, then she has my blessing. HOWEVER, given recent events, I also want either Claws or Yggthor to accompany you as well.&#8221; &#8220;No qualms there,” Andali said. “Alamus holds six, comfortably.” &#8220;Thank you, I appreciate that,&#8221; Alseyne responded. &#8220;I&#8217;ll let the two of them decide which....]]></description>
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		<title>Tuesday Tales: Clarity</title>
		<link>http://ideologyofmadness.spookyouthouse.com/archives/11839</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 30 Mar 2010 13:30:42 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Debora Silkotch</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[CAST OF PLAYERS: Aaron Murphy……………..Claws-of-Honor………………….Were-Tiger Ezrandi Shadowheart……Andali…………………………………Eshu Changeling Mia Schubert……………….Marlboro…………………………….Satyr Changeling Jera Morrison……………….Alseyne Aulaudin…………………Sidhe Changeling Carol Hart…………………..Janneth Jones………………………Troll Changeling Kendall Nye…………………Joseph McAdoo……………………Ronin Garou Rob Bennett………………..Arian Plicare………………………..Ananasi Suz Dollar…………………..Samantha Reese…………………..Human Guardian Debora Silkotch…………..Casey Gavin…………………………Human Psionic Aron Head……………….Story/Setting/Everything Else…….Game Master ********************************************* Casey flushed when the ghoul turned his attention to her. She hadn&#8217;t intended for her whisper to carry that far, but she stood by her comment. &#8220;He serves a vampire,&#8221; she replied to Andali, an undercurrent of revulsion and disdain audible just beneath the surface of the words. &#8220;Like M&#8230;people, Awakened come in all sizes and flavors. Houseman was one of the rare, but decent ones,” the Eshu said simply. “From the short time that I&#8217;ve known him.&#8221; Casey looked blankly at Andali. &#8220;Houseman was one of the rare but decent&#8230;what?&#8221; She understood the term &#8220;Awakened,&#8221; but not how it might apply to Mr. Houseman. Well, it made sense, now that she thought about it, that Houseman must be something other than just an ordinary man. He was a friend and ally of Falco&#8217;s, and he&#8217;d had something important to contribute to this war. Casey just hadn&#8217;t had the ability to see him clearly yet when they&#8217;d rescued him from those vampires last night. &#8220;He was a rare but decent what?&#8221; she asked again, very curious now. “Kindred…Vampire. Some…very few…still have their humanity intact. He seemed to be one.” Casey recoiled. &#8220;Mr. Houseman&#8217;s not a vampire!&#8221; She was in this fight to help eradicate those vile monsters, not help save them.....]]></description>
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		<title>Tuesday Tales: A Fading Light</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 23 Mar 2010 13:30:46 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Debora Silkotch</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[CAST OF PLAYERS: Aaron Murphy……………..Claws-of-Honor………………….Were-Tiger Ezrandi Shadowheart……Andali…………………………………Eshu Changeling Mia Schubert……………….Marlboro…………………………….Satyr Changeling Jera Morrison……………….Alseyne Aulaudin…………………Sidhe Changeling Carol Hart…………………..Janneth Jones………………………Troll Changeling Kendall Nye…………………Joseph McAdoo……………………Ronin Garou Rob Bennett………………..Arian Plicare………………………..Ananasi Suz Dollar…………………..Samantha Reese…………………..Human Guardian Debora Silkotch…………..Casey Gavin…………………………Human Psionic Aron Head……………….Story/Setting/Everything Else…….Game Master ********************************************* The satyr’s smile was not returned. In fact, he was greeted by the Sluagh with something akin to a withering glare. There was no humor or joy in her expression. Yggthor the Troll caught his eye and provided a slight shake of his head as if to say: &#8220;Not now.&#8221; Janneth smiled toward the satyr and the Eshu fae. “Marlboro.. Andali&#8230;Where did you guys go?&#8221; The fae —Andali?— looked Janneth over. “You ok?&#8221; She gave the young troll a hug. Janneth hugged her back tightly, then shrugged her shoulders. “For the most part. I&#8217;m alive, that counts for something right?&#8221; The satyr — Marlboro — glanced over, &#8220;Shouldn&#8217;t they be fixin&#8217; ya up? They still owe us a bike.&#8221; Janneth shrugged again. &#8220;Guess they have other, more important things than me right now,” she whispered softly to him. &#8220;I&#8217;m fine… I&#8217;m tough.&#8221; She hacked a little, and suddenly a tremendous gout of black fluid exploded from her mouth, splashing all across Andali&#8217;s arm and chest. McAdoo turned at the sound of vomiting, &#8221; The food here that bad? &#8221; he growled out. The young troll shook, appearing suddenly a great deal weaker than she was a moment before. &#8220;Tsk,&#8221; The dragon shook his head. He looked over to Alseyne, &#8220;Not long....]]></description>
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		<title>Tuesday Tales: More Introductions</title>
		<link>http://ideologyofmadness.spookyouthouse.com/archives/11594</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 16 Mar 2010 13:40:53 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Debora Silkotch</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[CAST OF PLAYERS: Aaron Murphy&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;..Claws-of-Honor&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;.Were-Tiger Ezrandi Shadowheart&#8230;&#8230;Andali&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;Eshu Changeling Mia Schubert&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;.Marlboro&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;.Satyr Changeling Jera Morrison&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;.Alseyne Aulaudin&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;Sidhe Changeling Carol Hart&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;..Janneth Jones&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;Troll Changeling Kendall Nye&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;Joseph McAdoo&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;Ronin Garou Rob Bennett&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;..Arian Plicare&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;..Ananasi Suz Dollar&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;..Samantha Reese&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;..Human Guardian Debora Silkotch&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;..Casey Gavin&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;Human Psionic Aron Head&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;.Story/Setting/Everything Else&#8230;&#8230;.Game Master ********************************************* Falco and Casey returned to the car. Cerberus was at the end of the alley, watching the street. Pana sat in the car watching the opposite end. Her tail thumped happily at the sight of Casey. Falco and Cerberus locked eyes. Casey sensed something passing between them. :: Talons :: It was Pana&#8217;s voice in her head. :: The Wolves are all about. Tonight&#8217;s a dangerous night for traveling. :: **Wolves? You mean, werewolves?** Casey looked around, half-expecting to see glowing eyes lurking about in the shadows. :: Yes&#8230; They are running wild this night. :: Falco climbed into the car, &#8220;It will be necessary to obscure our passing.&#8221; After a short drive he parked the car at a Whataburger, finding a spot up front. He glanced to Casey, nodded. &#8220;Stay,&#8221; he directed the two dogs as he climbed out of the car. He and Casey entered the restaurant. Casey stopped in her tracks just inside the door, staring at the astonishing variety of weirdness before her. She glanced uncertainly at Falco. &#8220;Crowded,&#8221; he commented. He hooked an eyebrow, looking over to the dragon seated atop the table across the room. A purple dragon &#8212; about the size of a small terrier &#8212; sipped on 44 oz. soft drink, the straw....]]></description>
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		<title>Tuesday Tales: Editor&#8217;s Note</title>
		<link>http://ideologyofmadness.spookyouthouse.com/archives/11589</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 16 Mar 2010 13:30:06 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Debora Silkotch</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Crafting an rpg into a readable story got trickier when Casey joined up with other Player Characters (which she’ll be doing this week and for most of the rest of the series). The other PCs all have their own voices, their own thoughts and motivations, but for the Tuesday Tales series all their moves had to be rewritten from Casey’s point of view. As a writer, I’m deeply uncomfortable with the idea of reworking other players’ carefully crafted posts, but in this case the story flow and POV continuity made it necessary. So I sent out a message to my old Austin After Dark partners-in-crime, explaining the situation and requesting permission to rewrite the letter (but not the spirit) of their original game moves. The general response was that as long as the dialogue remained unaltered, and as long as each char’s intent and actions were consistent with the original posts, I was free to rewrite their moves to smooth out the narration and maintain POV continuity. This week’s chapter will introduce every single Player Character that was in the game at that time, plus a handful of important NPCs. Aron, our GM, wanted to bring everyone together to compare notes, share information and form a battle plan. In a way this is wonderful, because you the Reader will now get to meet all the main characters at once. In another way it’s not so wonderful, because OH my sweet flying Frith, it was freaking bedlam. This scene brought together....]]></description>
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		<title>Tuesday Tales: Back To Business</title>
		<link>http://ideologyofmadness.spookyouthouse.com/archives/11532</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 09 Mar 2010 14:30:41 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Debora Silkotch</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;&#8230;was able to control the route between Asia and Europe, as well as the passage from the Mediterranean Sea to the Euxinos Pontus. Don&#8217;t you think?&#8221; It would seem that only a moment had passed since Casey’s journey into Other Memory began. Camille had not noticed her absence. Falco had. There was a disapproving glint in his eye. &#8220;Um,&#8221; Casey replied uncertainly to Camille, while blushing scarlet under Falco&#8217;s stern gaze. &#8220;The, ah, Euxinos&#8230;.&#8221; As Usi&#8217;s presence dissolved from her mind like a fading dream, her ability to think began to rally back into working order. She gave Camille a soft, abashed laugh to go with the blush. &#8220;Mr. Falco always says if I spent more time studying I might actually learn something. I&#8217;m afraid I expended pretty much my entire knowledge of the late Roman Empire with that one comment about Byzantine religious art. It sounds very interesting, though.&#8221; She smiled sheepishly at the girl, then darted a guiltily apologetic glance at Falco. His eyes softened, but she heard his voice in her mind. :: Dangerous. :: Casey was definitely learning that. Caught awkwardly between her instinct for privacy and her need for guidance, she reluctantly resolved to discuss the results of her impulsive experiment with Falco before trying it again. &#8220;Well, Byzantium isn&#8217;t for everyone.&#8221; Camille laughed. &#8220;I know I must seem terribly bookish. It&#8217;s just that history&#8230; particularly ancient Rome and the Byzantines seem so&#8230;alive!” That drew an arched eyebrow from Falco. Determinedly avoiding her mentor&#8217;s eyes....]]></description>
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		<title>Tuesday Tales: Distractions</title>
		<link>http://ideologyofmadness.spookyouthouse.com/archives/11440</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Mar 2010 14:30:32 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Debora Silkotch</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Casey resisted the urge to jerk around and look behind her; instead she let her eyes unfocus as she sipped her tea, reaching out with her psi senses toward the area behind her, searching for minds that felt dangerous or out of place. She sensed the usual jumble of humanity that she had learned to screen out&#8230; &#8230;and then something LEAPT out at her in the crowd&#8230; a sense of living hatred&#8230; powerful and deadly. Her eyes widened for a moment, then she carefully schooled her features back into an expression of friendly interest for Camille&#8217;s benefit. Leaning back in her chair, she turned slightly and scanned the crowd with what she hoped was a casual gaze. &#8220;Yeah, Austin does have more than its share of weirdos, doesn&#8217;t it?” &#8220;That it does,&#8221; she heard the girl respond. Casey zeroed in on the chilling, hateful entity, trying to identify its physical presence. A small crowd of darkly clad men and women were milling about across the street. In the center of them was a man wearing a black trench coat. The garment seemed less like a coat than a cloak. The color was not black, but death. His dark hair was long, flowing about his head like a mane. A lion, she realized. He was not at all unlike a predator, proud in his viciousness &#8212; self assured in the knowledge that he was the deadliest most dangerous animal of all. Casey frowned slightly, taking in the death-cloaked predator and his....]]></description>
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		<title>Tuesday Tales: Introductions II</title>
		<link>http://ideologyofmadness.spookyouthouse.com/archives/11374</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 23 Feb 2010 11:30:19 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Debora Silkotch</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[There was clapping and barking from the audience. Casey hadn&#8217;t been expecting so much fanfare, but she was pleased by the People&#8217;s welcome and warmed by Falco&#8217;s generous words. &#8220;And while I am proud to have Casey with us in this struggle,&#8221; Falco continued, &#8220;I am grieved to learn of the death of our friend Ramses.&#8221; The room quieted again. As she sat back down she distinctly heard someone say: &#8220;Nice backside, too.&#8221; She managed to keep a straight face as she returned her attention to Falco&#8217;s solemn eulogy. The People were reminding her more of the Longhorn crowd by the minute. &#8220;Ramses&#8217; life ended the way he lived it. Fighting for his Pack, fighting for the mission. I pray that when my time comes, I exit this world as well as he. A finer dog, I&#8217;ve never known. While his spirit has migrated to a kinder world, we will miss him.&#8221; Casey&#8217;s gaze wandered across the crowded room, the somber doglike faces. She wondered who her guard would be, and what the choice would be based upon. Strength and power? That Rottweiler near the wall looked positively intimidating; she hoped it wouldn’t be anyone that scary. Intelligence, maybe? She kind of liked the looks of the Border Collie in the second row. He had a friendly, competent look about him. Merciful heavens, hopefully not that Chow Chow in the corner, she’d never liked Chows and this one looked especially vicious&#8230;. &#8220;&#8230;and thank you.&#8221; There was clapping as Falco stepped....]]></description>
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		<title>Tuesday Tales: Introductions I</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 16 Feb 2010 11:30:45 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Debora Silkotch</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Falco, Casey, and Cerberus returned to dog form all ventured downstairs to the garage where a number of cars awaited. &#8220;I hope you don&#8217;t mind,&#8221; Falco said, &#8220;But I believe I will drive tonight.&#8221; Casey laughed at that in spite of &#8212; or maybe because of &#8212; her growing nervousness. &#8220;I think my old truck&#8217;s about had it. Probably best if you do the driving from now on.&#8221; The Immortal glanced over to Cerberus, &#8220;The Roadster, I think.&#8221; The dog groaned. The three stepped over to a sleek, silver 1969 Jaguar XKE Roadster SII, convertible with black leather interior. &#8220;Nice,&#8221; Casey smiled, opening the passenger side door and sliding in. Falco climbed in behind the steering wheel. Cerberus squeezed in between them, backside resting on the trunk. &#8220;Watch the claws,&#8221; Falco warned. &#8220;Just had it waxed.&#8221; Casey rested her arm companionably on the mastiff&#8217;s back to make a bit more room. Before pulling out of the garage, Falco closed his eyes. Casey felt a buzz of mental energy sweep away from him. She&#8217;d seen this before, last night when he&#8217;d searched for the presence of vampires near the Longhorn. Experimentally she closed her own eyes and tried to sense what might be on the other side of the garage door. Her mind moved forward, her awareness extending from her in a cone&#8230; through the overhead door and out into the street&#8230; a mind! She found the mind of a young man passing by&#8230; on a bicycle. Touching his mind, she....]]></description>
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		<title>Tuesday Tales: Armed</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 09 Feb 2010 11:30:20 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Debora Silkotch</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Casey awakened, cradled in the nook of Falco&#8217;s arm. He was applying a cool wash cloth to her face. She lifted a shaky hand to her temple, echoes of agony and revelation lingering in her mind, but already she was feeling better. Empowered. She felt knowledge ordering itself in her head… like files in a cabinet…. She understood telekinesis… and telepathy&#8230; at a higher level than she had ever imagined possible… she also had some fundamentals of obfuscation, pyrokinetics…. &#8220;Why don&#8217;t you grab a shower,&#8221; Falco suggested as he helped her up. &#8220;We&#8217;ve got business this evening.&#8221; She barely heard him over her pounding heart. Adrenaline fed her growing elation as she looked around the kitchen for something that would have been too heavy to lift ten minutes ago. Her eyes settle on the big bowl of fruit; she gave it an experimental nudge with her mind, trying to lift it from the countertop. The bowl tilted, wiggled on the counter&#8230; &#8230;Then launched straight up into the air! She stopped it just before it smacked the ceiling. And lightly, gently floated it back down in a spiral to its resting place. Exercising the control was difficult for a moment, but then she felt the mental synapses firing easily. Exhilaration filled her. She felt potent, invincible, bulletproof. And eager to test the limits of her new power. Casting about for another experiment, inspiration struck her and she attempted to levitate her own body into the air. She rose up from the....]]></description>
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		<title>Tuesday Tales: Revelations II</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Feb 2010 11:30:26 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Debora Silkotch</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Casey nearly jumped out of her skin at the unexpected voice. She turned and saw Cerberus there. The Bull Mastiff took two steps into the kitchen. He held himself up straight and then his flesh rippled, the air blurred around him&#8230; He leaned back on his hind legs, and grew into a dog-man. Casey should have been prepared for this by now, but somehow she wasn’t. She watched the dog’s transformation in mute astonishment. He stood an enormous six and a half feet tall, thickly built with a barrel chest. His clothes &#8212; which appeared from nowhere &#8212; were blue jeans, black cowboy boots, grey sweatshirt. His body was distinctly human in form, but his head was more dog than man. &#8220;Hello, Casey.&#8221; &#8220;Hello, Cerberus,&#8221; she managed, a bit unsteadily. &#8220;Are you a gazillion years old too?&#8221; &#8220;Hardly,&#8221; he snorted. &#8220;Mr. Falco is the only ageless one here. I&#8217;m twenty-eight. And I can feel it in my hip, too!&#8221; He opened the fridge, taking a bottle of water. Casey smiled at that, wondering how old twenty-eight was in dogperson years. &#8220;Cerberus,&#8221; Falco explained, &#8220;And others like him refer to themselves as The People. Though &#8216;Dog-People&#8217; may prove less confusing for you.&#8221; &#8220;The People.&#8221; Casey liked the simplicity of the term. Cerberus swallowed a mouthful. &#8220;There are two humans that know about us.&#8221; &#8220;Me,&#8221; Falco said, &#8220;And you.&#8221; &#8220;In all the world, the two of you know our secret. No others.&#8221; Casey looked from Falco to Cerberus in genuine surprise, wondering....]]></description>
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		<title>Tuesday Tales: Revelations I</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 26 Jan 2010 15:47:58 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Debora Silkotch</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Casey made her way back to the kitchen, put together a simple lunch of what was on hand, and settled in at the table with a platter of apricot chicken salad, grapes, melon, and pineapple. As hungry as she was, she barely tasted the food she was eating; her mind was buzzing with everything she&#8217;d had to absorb today. Cerberus padded into the kitchen and lay on the floor next to her feet. She gave the mastiff an absentminded but friendly nudge with one booted toe. &#8220;Don&#8217;t suppose you&#8217;ve got any surprises for me too, Cerberus?&#8221; she muttered humorously. &#8220;Go ahead, I can take it.&#8221; The mastiff seemed to consider the question for a moment, but then was distracted by an itch on his tail. He set to chewing vigorously at it. And then the licking&#8230; Casey finished her lunch, smiling a little. At least one thing around here seemed to be just as it appeared. When she&#8217;d finished she washed her plate and glass, then went back up to her loaned bedroom and began putting her things away. Once she&#8217;d moved her clothing from the suitcases to the chest of drawers and the armoire, she sat on the edge of the bed, wondering if she should stay out of the way here until she was summoned again. It only took a few minutes of that before boredom got the better of her. She decided to go see if there was anything comprehensible to read in the study. She browsed....]]></description>
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		<title>Tuesday Tales: Prima Voce</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 19 Jan 2010 15:24:36 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Debora Silkotch</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Falco closed up the empty glass case and bundled the wrapped sword under his arm. &#8220;Walk with me.&#8221; He led her from the room, down the hall, and back into the library, where he placed the sword on a mantle peg over the fireplace. He stood back, appreciating the blade. &#8220;I like it better in here.&#8221; Casey nodded absently. &#8220;Looks good.&#8221; He smiled, &#8220;Thank you.&#8221; He glanced back at her. &#8220;The past. What you are experiencing, many misconstrue as reincarnation. The memory of past lives.&#8221; He shook his head, &#8220;That is incorrect. It is genetic memory. You are remembering the lives of your ancestors.&#8221; &#8220;You mean, my&#8230;my grandfather? Those were his memories?&#8221; &#8220;Yes,&#8221; he nodded. &#8220;Obviously, he is the Prima Voce of your genetic memories. You must befriend him&#8230; make him your ally. His voice must work with you to control the others. And there will be others. Many, many others. It is all too easy to lose yourself in the noise of those other lives.&#8221; &#8220;Prima voce&#8230;first voice? I&#8230;guess I don&#8217;t really understand what you mean. You&#8217;re saying that I need to learn to communicate with my dead grandfather?&#8221; &#8220;Yes. He is the grandfather you never knew. The personality there in your head is the person he was when your father or mother was sired.&#8221; &#8220;And eventually I&#8217;ll be able to talk to all of my ancestors?&#8221; &#8220;No&#8230; The others will come unbidden like the tide. They can be unrelenting. Your objective is to bring the Prima Voce in....]]></description>
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		<title>Tuesday Tales: Getting Started</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 12 Jan 2010 14:26:15 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Debora Silkotch</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Falco leaned forward. &#8220;Casey&#8230; you have no concept of what wonders you are capable of&#8230; what good you can sow, and the miracles you may one day reap.&#8221; It was an alluring image. It appealed to her youthful idealism and her sense of adventure. And who was she kidding &#8212; that peaceful ranch life had felt downright suffocating once her psionic gifts had begun to develop. There was no reason to believe she&#8217;d like it any better now. Her horizons had been permanently broadened. In fact, at the moment, sitting in this sunlit kitchen and sharing Falco&#8217;s capable, reassuring company, it suddenly seemed to her that it would take a whole lot more than just a bunch of vampires to bring her education to such an early end. &#8220;Well then,&#8221; she replied with the beginning traces of a smile, &#8220;You&#8217;ll just have to enlighten me.&#8221; &#8220;That is the plan, Casey.&#8221; He waved the vampire problem aside, &#8220;This is a short term issue, Casey. I don&#8217;t foresee this situation lasting long. I am a cautious man. I just want to ensure your safety and that of your family. I don&#8217;t mean to worry you overmuch.&#8221; She gave him a half-smile. &#8220;Well&#8230;I&#8217;m no expert, but from what I&#8217;ve seen those vampires can be a little worrisome. I liked it a lot better when I didn&#8217;t believe in them.&#8221; &#8220;I know what you mean. Things are a bit sticky at the moment, but I believe matters will be resolved soonest.&#8221; &#8220;Here&#8217;s hoping,&#8221; she....]]></description>
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		<title>Tuesday Tales: Going To Ground, Part 2</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 05 Jan 2010 14:55:20 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Debora Silkotch</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Casey awakened, stretching. Daylight was well into the room, the sun warm in the sky. The clock on the bedside table showed that it was just after ten a.m. She&#8217;d gotten about six hours of sleep and felt very well rested. She sat up, looking around the room. In the warm light of day the memory of last night&#8217;s bizarre events seemed more unreal than ever, but her unfamiliar surroundings were proof enough that it had all happened. She stretched again, luxuriously. Vampires or no, it was impossible to feel afraid in this sunny, lovely room. When she opened the bedroom door she saw three bags &#8212; her bags, from her apartment. &#8220;Aha!&#8221; Delighted, she brought them back into the bedroom and sorted through them until she&#8217;d found a complete change of clothes. Taking these to the bathroom, she indulged in a long, hot shower. Then she dressed, simply and comfortably: blue jeans and a sleeveless shirt in a very pale shade of yellow that complemented the healthy tan of her face and slender, leanly-muscled arms. Her boots had tell-tale marks on the heels where now-absent spurs had rubbed the leather dark and glossy. There was a gleam of silver at her throat, but the necklace was mostly concealed by the collar of her shirt. She ran a comb through her shoulder-length blonde hair, then wandered out to explore her surroundings. She could hear music &#8212; classical music, emanating from down the hall. And something smelled VERY good. She followed....]]></description>
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		<title>Going To Ground, Part 1</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 29 Dec 2009 15:57:32 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Debora Silkotch</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Casey: Me Everything else: Aron Head ********* They drove along, Falco occasionally providing her with directions. &#8220;We need to get off the street. I&#8217;m taking you to my Austin residence. In light of this evening&#8217;s events, I think it prudent for you to be my guest for the foreseeable future.&#8221; Casey nodded absently, her mind still dwelling on those events. She&#8217;d lived in Austin for nearly two years now, and thought she knew the place pretty well. It was deeply troubling to discover that there was a darker world just under the surface that she&#8217;d never even suspected. Accepting the idea that true vampires existed was disturbing enough &#8212; Falco had said that werewolves and zombies were real as well. What else would she be asked to believe in before it was all done? What would the world look like when she was seeing it the way Falco did? Did she even want to find out? He glanced her way, &#8220;Is there anything at your home that you must have? I can send someone to fetch it if needed.&#8221; &#8220;Some clothes. That&#8217;s about it.&#8221; Casey&#8217;s voice was uncharacteristically listless. He nodded, &#8220;You&#8217;ll have them.&#8221; He rubbed at his temples. Now that the excitement was wearing off, lack of sleep and overuse of her telepathy were beginning to take their toll on Casey&#8217;s morale. The unaccustomed use of her power as a weapon of destruction had drained both her energy and her ethical convictions. She wasn&#8217;t sure now that she wanted....]]></description>
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		<title>Tuesday Tales: Life&#8217;s Little Surprises, Part 5</title>
		<link>http://ideologyofmadness.spookyouthouse.com/archives/10401</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 22 Dec 2009 14:55:55 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Debora Silkotch</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[****************** Casey Gavin: Me Gerard Houseman: Terry Mixon Story, Setting and All Other Characters: Aron Head ************** Casey&#8217;s telepathy had bought her some time before; it might work again. She gathered her focus, filling her mind with an image of stinging wasps, swarming, covering her assailant. She&#8217;d never used her powers for anything like this before, but desperation lent intensity to the attempt. She sent the image to the man in front of her: hundreds, thousands of venomous stings piercing his skin with agonizing pain. He was unaffected. In a blur of motion she was out of the truck and in his arms. Sheer panic overwhelmed her.  She struggled wildly against him, no thought in her mind but a frantic need to free herself. With a massive hand he bent her head back, revealing her bare throat. His head lowered toward her neck&#8230; Awareness of his intent penetrated through her mindless terror, and snapped her abruptly back to clarity.  She had succeeded in pushing him away once, it must be possible again.  Knowing that she was staring immediate death literally in the face was considerable motivation to succeed.  She gathered her thoughts and aimed a second psionic blow to his mind, this time with the raw edge of desperation adding force to her efforts. With an audible CRACK, his head snapped back once again. Casey dropped to the pavement as her opponent stumbled back. She landed on the balls of her feet, flushed with a fierce sense of power. Black....]]></description>
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		<title>Tuesday Tales: Life&#8217;s Little Surprises, Part 4</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 16 Dec 2009 00:21:17 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Debora Silkotch</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[CAST OF PART 4: Story, Setting and All Other Characters: Aron Head Casey Gavin: Me Gerard Houseman: Terry Mixon ***************** The knot tightened in Casey&#8217;s stomach. &#8216;Your name has come up at court&#8217;…she didn&#8217;t like the sound of that at all. Falco leaned forward. &#8220;You&#8217;ve nothing to fear, Casey.  You&#8217;re under my protection.  Whatever the scenario, you&#8217;ll be alright.  I promise.&#8221; &#8220;Under your protection,&#8221; she echoed faintly. &#8220;It almost sounds like you have some kind of&#8230;relationship&#8230;with these&#8230;&#8221; She couldn&#8217;t bring herself to actually say the word &#8216;vampires&#8217; aloud. &#8220;&#8230;these people.&#8221; &#8220;Relationship?&#8221; He smiled, &#8220;I don&#8217;t think that&#8217;s a word I&#8217;d use to describe it.  Experience, rather.  I&#8217;ve had a lot of experience with &#8216;these people&#8217; through the years.  They are drawn to the cities&#8230; So, one&#8217;s bound to bump into one or two.&#8221; He grinned at something. &#8220;We frequent the same circles.&#8221; She thought that over. It was beginning to seem like the world&#8211;or Austin, at least&#8211;was a more complicated place than she&#8217;d ever imagined. Slowly she agreed, &#8220;I&#8217;ll call my boss in the morning, tell him I need to take a night or two off. Is it&#8230;is it safe for me to go home?&#8221; He shook his head. &#8220;No.  You&#8217;ll be staying with me.&#8221; She gave him a quick, startled look. He raised a hand to quell any protests. &#8220;I&#8217;ve a big place.  Lots of room.  You&#8217;ll have all the privacy you want. Really,&#8221; he reassured her, &#8220;My interest in you is not romantic.  You&#8217;ll find I am a....]]></description>
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		<title>Tuesday Tales: Life&#8217;s Little Surprises, Part 3</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 15 Dec 2009 18:49:37 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Debora Silkotch</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[CAST OF PART 3: Story, Setting and Brandon Falco: Aron Head. Casey Gavin: Me ********** Falco’s words sank in slowly. He wanted to come with her…wanted to take her somewhere. That was not going to happen. Casey scrambled for the truck door and her keys at the same time, panic making her clumsy. The one thought in her mind was leaving this whole mess behind, preferably in one piece. Concern etched Falco’s face. He made no further moves. He only said, “I won’t force my assistance on you, Casey, but you’re safer with me than without.” She slammed the truck door, slid the lock firmly home. Turned the key in the ignition…it chugged to life on the third try. Only after those things were accomplished did she roll the window down about five inches and face him again. “Safer from what? What the hell is happening here?” She tried to sound strong, in control, but to her own ears her voice sounded scared and angry and unsteady. “These two are…were members of a coven of vampires. I sense that this exchange was observed. Their survivors will come looking for you. Forgive me, Casey, but I have not made things easier for you by dispatching your assailants. You’ve seen that I can handle them. As resourceful as you are, you cannot. Not yet, anyway. Come with me. Let us at least…discuss your options.” Concern was apparent on his face. With the steel solidity of the truck door between them, Casey’s natural....]]></description>
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		<title>Tuesday Tales: Life&#8217;s Little Surprises, Part 2</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 15 Dec 2009 15:51:33 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Debora Silkotch</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[CAST OF PART 2: Casey Gavin: Me Story, Setting and All Characters Who Are Not Casey: Aron Head. ********** Casey’s “night” wrapped up just a bit before three a.m. She had the bar cleaned up and her drawer cashed out. She and the wait staff all exited together, everyone heading their own ways. Casey stepped around to the back lot, walking through the darkened alleyway and into the lamp light. As she approached her aged truck, she thought about how nice it would be to sleep when she got back to her place. She slipped her key into the lock and was suddenly aware of a presence beside her. “Hi.” A skinny young man wearing khakis and a purple sweater stood beside her. She recognized him from earlier in the bar. His burly friend in the jeans and UT sweatshirt stood off to the side. She’d never heard them come up. The skinny one asked, “Suppose you could give us a lift?” . She unlocked the door quickly, but kept her face friendly and her body language casual. “Sorry, guys,” she said lightly as she hopped up into the drafty cab and pulled the door shut… The skinny guy’s hand darted out seizing the door, preventing her from closing it. “Hey…” he said in a soothing voice, “Don’t get your skirts in a ruffle. Just be neighborly.” His eyes blazed…hungrily at her. She felt… almost… like she wanted to give him and his friend a ride. Almost. She wasn’t sure....]]></description>
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		<title>Tuesday Tales: Life&#8217;s Little Surprises, Part 1</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 15 Dec 2009 03:52:42 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Debora Silkotch</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[This is the first installment in a weekly fiction series edited together from my vicarious adventures in play-by-email role-playing games. These stories are NOT CHILD-FRIENDLY. There is violence and adult subject matter and bad language. They’re not for the faint of heart or the easily offended or people who faint at the sight of literary bloodshed. Consider yourself warned. I think the most challenging part for me will be to break the stories up into bite-size chunks and still make sure something relatively interesting happens in each week’s installment. We’ll see how that works out; some creative editing might be necessary. This first segment is just introductory stuff. The setting and all the characters except for Casey were written by the GM, Aron. Casey’s dialogue and actions were written by me. Future chapters will include other players’ characters, and I’ll list writing credits as needed. So without further ado, I give you the Perils of Casey Gavin. Enjoy! ** ** ** ** ** ** ** [Austin, Texas, 1995] “You’re so hot, you’d make the devil sweat!” One of the downsides of being a lady bartender Casey Gavin had found is that you became a target for every horny bastard in the place. At first it’s flattering and an ego boost. But after awhile you realized that it had a lot more to do with the booze than it did with your charm and personality. Particularly if you could read minds. Randy men broadcast their intent…she’d often wondered how people failed....]]></description>
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		<title>Tuesday Tales: A World of Darkness</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 15 Dec 2009 03:30:09 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Debora Silkotch</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I used to be quite the gaming addict back in the day, and play-by-email role-playing games were my drug of choice. My fellow gamers and I wove many a dark and colorful tapestry of mystery, intrigue and adventure, matching our resourcefulness and creative writing skills against the all diabolical challenges the GM sent our way. Yes, I am an irredeemable geek. That’s beside the point. I was thinking of taking some of those game stories and posting them here, a little at a time, one day a week. I would begin with “Austin After Dark,” my personal favorite, a chilling tale of vampires and werewolves and Fae and betrayal and murder. Lots and lots of murder. And goblins. I’ve received permission from Aron, the evil genius who ran that game, to publish excerpts here on the blog. I’m thinking “Tuesday Tales” has a nice ring to it. So…some background. If you’re not familiar with the concept of play-by email role-playing games, it’s fairly simple. Each player creates a character, and then that character goes forth and interacts via group emails in a story setting with the other players’ characters. The Game Master provides the setting and peripheral characters, and supplies a story plot containing challenges for the characters to try to overcome. It’s like Disneyland for creative-writing geeks like me. “Austin After Dark” is a World Of Darkness(*) rpg. There are stacks and stacks of WoD resource books available to the serious gamer who needs to know his way around....]]></description>
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		<title>Announcing Deb</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 15 Dec 2009 03:15:44 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Aron</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Deb&#8217;s writing for IoM now.  This is good. I&#8217;ve known Deb in excess of ten years.  She&#8217;s played in Star Trek RPGs I&#8217;ve run as well as my World of Darkness campaign.  Not table tops, mind you.  Rather my play-by-e-mail (PBeM) games. She is a gifted player, committing to the role as few do.  She is ingenious and crafty.  Deb remains one of the most confounding players I&#8217;ve ever gamed with.  She rarely takes the bait leaving my traps woefully lonesome.  I both hate and love that about her.  She&#8217;s the stone &#8216;gainst which my game master&#8217;s blade is honed. As the best players do, she surprises the GM. Deb is also a gifted writer.  As such, I&#8217;ve been after her to write for Ideology since we opened up shop.  I&#8217;ve finally worn her down. I am tickled to announce that starting today, she&#8217;s now an Ideology of Madness contributor. She will be penning a weekly column, Tuesday Tales, in which she will serialize the exploits of the character she played in my World of Darkness PBeM game, Austin After Dark.  The first two chapters will follow this entry in rather short order with two more tomorrow for Tuesday&#8217;s regular feature. She&#8217;ll also write reviews on occasion and whatever else tickles her geek. Everybody please welcome Deb to the tree house!]]></description>
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