- info
- maybe samedi
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- The Angel of the Lord
- Angels In Montgomery
- Addressing the Ongoing Debate over the American South
this is just somewhere I can practice my prose, disregard
There’s a tall, somewhat spiderish man in skull-shaped face paint standing at a booth in a most Disquieting circus, one of creeps and freaks, magic and wonder. He carries a cane set with a small human skull, and his head is topped with, well, a top hat. The hat is rimmed with various bird feathers, mostly raven. He wears sharply pressed dress pants with a hard-worn but well cared for frock coat with sweeping coat tails reaching down the back, and a red vest underneath. He pounds his cane against the ground three times, and it’s far louder than it has any right to be.
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THUD
THUD
He has most of the surrounding audience’s attention, which he finds excellent. He smiles wide through the already grinning skeletal face paint he wears, which creates an odd double smile that unsettles his audience a bit. He gives them a showy, sweeping bow, his pointed cane staying upright against the feeble demands of physics. He calls out with a voice like rattling chains, but in an off-putting, cheerful tone that belies the roughness of his accent and timbre.
“Ladies and gentlefolk, you are today lucky to witness the show of a lifetime! My name is Jerome Delacroix, and today, I will dance with demons!”
A few in the crowd shake their heads at what they assume to be a ridiculous lie from a common circus hustler.
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References: Exodus 23:20-21 Genesis 16
And at the front of the quieted street, there was a man who was not a man. It stood above them, before them, behind them, and it towered in the air, with a terrible authority. When it walked, the concrete cracked and rumbled, and when it spoke the air shuddered under the weight of its speech. Its gaze bored through lies like an auger to find men's misdeeds, and though it's face was like a man’s, it’s mouth was of a wolf’s, and it hands were like a lion’s paws, with arm's like a snake’s tail. It had many wings and arms that folded in and around and up and out all across its body, like the Vitruvian Man made holy and terrible. It stood four meters above than even the tallest of its audience.
It had a presence, one of divinity and power, an emanation of Light. In its hands, it held a shield and a spear, but it did not need them, because its audience could not fight. The Archangel's gaze held their minds like shackles.
It spoke in Latin, and the air itself screamed with the passing of the Archangel's words.
“I am the Archangel Michael, Final Guardian of the Heavenly and Earthly Realms, Commander of the Heavenly Hosts. I was proclaimed by Yahweh mightiest among his Archangels. As the Lord Almighty had decreed, I was entrusted strike down the enemies of the Children of the Lord. But now, YHWH is dead, and it was by the hands of me and my kin. Though necessary this act was, it will give the demonic hosts new reign to torture the Children of the Lord. If they are to be held back, it is men such as you that must stand with us.”
"I was a colicky baby. Doctors said some kids're just like that, and a'course my parents understood, hell, my da was like that! "The stories my ma could tell!", he'd say when it came up, and he weren't lying, the old man made a worse baby than he makes an adult, heh! But thing weres, my Maw Maw ain't agree with them doctors, now. She always said I were a 'Devil Chile', with that syrupy at'sent she always had.
The old man leans back in his rocking chair, rubbing his beard and appraising his audience. His eyes narrowed imperceptibly. Not quite, not quite. He ambles back into his tale.
It was a funny at'sent my Maw Maw hed. Weren't quite a swamper's accent, somethin' close leastways.
He shakes his head slightly for effect, staring into the distance as if lost in thought. They seem to be catching some interest. He suppresses a smile.
M' Nanny was a strange lady anyways. She was a superstitious ol' woman, an' some'a th' fam'ly did say at she were a pagan devil worshiper, at she'd sac'ficed er babies to Scratch fer worldly power. But I'd say that ol' Scratchy boy got mo' impotent thins to do than makin' deals with poor old ladies for they babies, much 'mo impotent things indeed, specially these days!
He cackles and hits his leg at some joke only he could get.
Yeah, they all said she were either pagan or crazy. I say both, me!
He smiles with mischief in his eyes. He doesn't even need to check his audience. He knows they're stuck on his line, even if they don't.
One mo' thin I say she were though.
His eyes turn obsidian black for the barest moment.
She were right.
The audience is thoroughly hooked, just as he intended. He chuckles to himself.
(fraisa notice, “this was an internal memo addressed to several pertinent personnel, because of its widespread dissemination among the foundation, has been archived here”, etc.)
Since the founding of our Foundation in 1925, we have been at war. With mindless monsters that would annihilate everything without even knowing, with overzealous organizations intent on burning the field to kill the mice, with terrorists focused on bringing anarchy. Whether we acknowledge it or not, we have been at constant war. However, some have begun to say that we may be at war with some of the wrong people. Speaking through my experience as former Director of both Site-82 and the Humanoid Containment Committee, and the current O5-6, I would like to place my full support behind this statement. There are many within the anomalous community that would not want normalcy to fail, including those who rightfully fear it. If you thought the Irish Troubles were bad, just wait and see what would happen if people found out that Fae exist.
- Wikidot is bad
- Old Man Nancy Makes A Grocery Bill
- Ungentlemanlike Conduct
- You Wanna Hear A Story?
- Cotton Eye
- Demons, Angels, and Loa
- Tricks Of The Light
- Hurricane Dreams, aka Constanpunk
- The Sons Of Thunder
- The Revelator
- A Thought
- the bayou boys
- dixiepunk
- Ulysses B. Donkman and the Havana Heist
- Skeleton Crew
- Carnival season in La Rue
- nonsense prose, word salad, etc
- Out Of The Darkness, Into The Light; I Think I'll Lose My Soul Tonight
- Understanding
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Two old men are sitting on a porch, an open cooler resting between their rocking chairs. The chairs are just far enough apart that they can't place their cooler somewhere they can both reach it, so they kick it back and forth. One of these old men is long and spindly. He's got cobwebs for eyes and strands of sticky silk for hair, with four arms and spider's legs. Now, he ain't always looking like that, but he is most of the time. Nancy's a tricky fella, and he likes keeping folks on their toes! The other man, who's called Papa Legba, is much shorter and squatter than his friend. He's got a knotty, gnarled old cane resting on that chair, almost as old as him! He's puffing on the little homemade corn cob pipe clenched in his teeth, and his favorite straw hat was hanging off his knee. It was a quiet, calm day, which was why Old Man Nancy was fidgeting like a madman, tapping his feet, whistling, clacking his mandibles together, and all of it together was gonna send Mr. Legba off his rocker, which is why it did! He stood up off it, and he said:
"Nancy, I cain't stand you no more, you just go on and make a grocery bill, get outta my damn hair."
Settled between the corridors and alleyways of New Orleans, there is a road. It's not particularly easy to get to, and it's not really the sort of road you can seek out and find, though it may just not be the sort of road most folks want to get to, and if they would want to get to it, it's not the sort of road they'd know about, like how a lot of folks know about Bourbon Street. It is the sort of road you couldn't find if you were trying really hard to get to, but didn't need to find. But later, once your fanatical, insane search for the mysterious phantom street has put you penniless on the streets of New Orleans, you might then stumble drunk through a door and land on this road, known to those who know it as La Rue Macabre. It is still very much like other roads though, not least because once you know where Bourbon Street is, you'll always know where Bourbon Street is, and so it is with La Rue! Life is slower on La Rue. Some say it's the tackling humidity of the swamp. Some say it's the lack of fast-moving things to do. Others still say it's that the outside world's hogging all the excitement.
But for me? I say the people there have plenty of excitement, just not the sort you're used to. There're no indestructible monsters or reality consuming beasts, just that uniquely small and meaningless, yet simultaneously important drama small communities have so much of. Lemme give you an example, eh?
Raoul is pretty sure his Uncle Nancy is dead. I mean, he's sure looking and acting like all the dead things Raoul has ever seen. His eyes are closed shut, his mouth's hanging open, and no matter how hard the boy pokes the old man's arm, he doesn't do that thing where he smiles, pops one shimmery white eye open, and asks if he's come to hear a story in that muddy, swampish accent all his uncles have. Eventually, Raoul turns away from his Uncle Nancy, steeling himself for the task of delivering the bad news to his parents — he feels two quick taps on his shoulder! Uncle Nancy isn't dead! He spins back around, a bit too far around, and he has to catch himself — and! Wait, Uncle Nancy hasn't moved? Raoul steps closer to examine him, and yep, not an inch's difference from last time. He pokes his uncle's arm again, and right on cue the old man's eyes leap open like startled frogs and he yells BOO! Raoul's ass THUMPS against the damp, greenish scum that coats the boards of Nancy's porch, while his uncle leans his cobwebbed rocking chair back and laughs for a second or two. Soon Nancy extends a calloused hand to Raoul, and just before he takes hold of it he's suddenly struck by the bony, leathery hand's resemblance to the Daddy Long Legs that lives in Nancy's beard. Nancy helps Raoul stand and slides a stool in front of his rocking chair for him. Raoul sits down.
"That wasn't very nice." Nancy chuckles, responding: "It’s whatchu get fer always innerupting my naps. Now, I reckon you wanna hear a story?" Raoul nods enthusiastically. Nancy smiles and rubs his silky beard.
You're in a bar, not some fancy establishment, with a roof or some such nonsense. It does have walls, not much though.
Named Angels
| Name | Religion | Type | Domain | Personality | Involvement in La Rue |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| Daniel | Christianity, Judaism | Watcher | |||
| Samyaza | Judaism, Manichaeism | Watcher | |||
| Pahaliah | Christianity | Thrones | Virtuosity | ||
| Jehoel | Christianity, Judaism | Seraph/Seraphim | Holy, cleansing fire. Tends the braziers of heaven. | ||
| Seraphiel | Christianity, Judaism | Seraphim | Protector of Metatron, highest ranking Seraphim | ||
| Hahasiah | Christianity, Judaism | Principality | |||
| Imamiah | Christianity, Judaism | Principality | |||
| Mebahiah | Christianity, Judaism | Principality | |||
| Nanael | Christianity, Judaism | Principality | |||
| Nithael | Christianity, Judaism | Principality | |||
| Poyel | Christianity, Judaism | Principality | |||
| Vehuel | Christianity, Judaism | Principality | |||
| Netzach | Christianity, Judaism | Leader of the Principalities along with Archangel Haniel | Eternity | ||
| Harut | Islam | Fallen angel | Sorcery | ||
| Marut | Islam | Fallen angel | Sorcery | ||
| Iblis | Islam | fallen angel | Ruler of lower heavens, teacher of angels, leading angels into battle (prior fall); commanding demons, tempter (after fall) | ||
| Hashmal | Christianity, Judaism | Dominions | |||
| Muriel | Christianity | Dominions | June and Cancer in astrology | ||
| Vasiariah | Christianity, Judaism | Dominions | |||
| Ophaniel | Christianity, Judaism | Cherubim; sometimes listed as one of the Thrones | |||
| Rikbiel | Christianity, Judaism | Cherubim | |||
| Zophiel | Christianity, Judaism | Cherubim | |||
| Cherubiel/Kerubiel | Christianity, Judaism, Islam | cherub | |||
| Metatron | Judaism, Islam | Archangel, seraph | The Celestial Scribe | ||
| Uriel | Christianity, Judaism | Archangel, one of the Seraphim | "El/God is my light"; patron of the Arts | ||
| Michael, also known in Arabic texts as Mikail | Christianity, Judaism, Mormonism, Islam, Yazdânism | Archangel, one of the Seraphim | The Military, Angel of Mercy (in Islam), General in God’s army. Angel of Death. (in Catholicism) | ||
| Gabriel, also known in Arabic texts as Jibra'il | Christianity, Judaism, Islam, Mormonism, Yazdânism | Archangel, one of the cherubim | Messengers, military (in Islam), destruction (in Judaism and Islam) | ||
| Raphael, also known in Arabic texts as Israfel | Christianity, Judaism, Islam, Mormonism, Yazdânism | Archangel, leader of the Virtues, one of the cherubim | in the Christian tradition, Raphael performs all manners of healing, patron of | ||
| Zaphkiel a.k.a. Tzaphkiel, Tzaphqiel | Christianity, Judaism | Archangel, leader of the Thrones | name means "God's knowledge" | ||
| Haniel | Christianity, Judaism | Archangel, leader of the Principalities along with Archangel Netzach | The Sephirah Netzach | ||
| Camael, a.k.a. Kemuel or Kamael or Khamael | Christianity, Judaism | Archangel, leader of the Powers, one of the Dominions | Strength, Courage and War | ||
| Zadkiel a.k.a. Tzadkiel | Christianity, Judaism | Archangel, leader of the Dominions | "Righteousness of God"; archangel of freedom, benevolence, mercy, and the Patron Angel of all who forgive | ||
| Azazel | Christianity, Islam, Judaism, Yazdânism | Archangel, fallen angel | teacher (for humans: of evil arts), leader of a group of angels, rebellion against God | ||
| Barachiel | Christianity | Archangel, chief of the guardian angels | Lightning; Blessings/Guardian Angels | ||
| Sachiel | Christianity, Judaism | Archangel, Cherub | Wealth and Charity | ||
| Azrael | Islam, Judaism | Archangel, Angel of Death | Death and fetching souls, holy retribution. | ||
| Samael | Christianity, Judaism | Archangel, Angel of Death | Death and fetching souls, unholy retribution. Judges powerful men and women when they reach the gates by swinging an executioner's sword. If they keep their head, they were holy. If they are decapitated, they are condemned to hell | ||
| Lucifer, also known in Hebrew as Helel | Christianity | Archangel, fallen angel | Bringer of Light, rebellion against God. Rules over Sheol, was the Angel of Light | ||
| Dadrail | Islam, Yazdânism | Archangel (in Yazdanism) | |||
| Baraqiel | Jewish mythology | Archangel | |||
| Cassiel | Christianity, Islam, Judaism | Archangel | Angel of tears, solitude, and temperance. Presides over the deaths of kings. | ||
| Hofniel | Judaism | Archangel | |||
| Israfil, also spelled Israfel, often considered same as Raphael | Islam | Archangel | Music | ||
| Jegudiel | Christianity | Archangel | Responsibility and merciful love | ||
| Jerahmeel | Christianity, Judaism | Archangel | |||
| Jophiel | Christianity, Judaism | Archangel | Wisdom, Understanding, and Judgement | ||
| Kepharel | Jewish mythology | Archangel | |||
| Melek Taus | Yazdânism | Archangel | |||
| Phanuel | Christianity, Judaism | Archangel | Repentance and hope | ||
| Pravuil | Jewish mythology | Archangel | God's scribe and record-keeper | ||
| Raguel, also known in Arabic texts as Azrael | Christianity, Judaism, Islam | Archangel | Angel of Justice | ||
| Raziel | Judaism | Archangel | Keeper of Secrets | ||
| Remiel | Christianity, Judaism | Archangel | |||
| Sahaquiel | Jewish mythology | Archangel | Guardian of the fourth heaven | ||
| Sabriel | Jewish mythology | Archangel | Miracles | ||
| Sandalphon | Christianity, Islam, Judaism | Archangel | Protector of unborn children | ||
| Sarathiel | Christianity | Archangel | Discipline and Penance | ||
| Sariel | Christianity, Judaism, Islam | Archangel | |||
| Selaphiel | Christianity | Archangel | Patron saint of prayer and worship | ||
| Shamnail | Yazdânism | Archangel | |||
| Sidriel | Jewish mythology | Archangel | |||
| Turail | Yazdânism | Archangel | |||
| Uziel | Judaism | Archangel | |||
| Zachariel | Christianity | Archangel | |||
| Zephaniel | Judaism | Archangel | |||
| Aglibol | Ancient Canaanite religion | Angel of the god Baal Hadad | "Calf of Baal"; the Moon | ||
| Hanibal | Ancient Mesopotamian religion | Angel of the god Baal Hadad | "Grace of Baal" or "Baal is Gracious" | ||
| Malakbel | Ancient Canaanite religion | Angel of the god Baal Hadad | "Messenger/Angel of Baal"; the Sun | ||
| Yarhibol | Ancient Canaanite religion | Angel of the god Baal Hadad | Springs | ||
| Dumah | Islam, Judaism | Angel of Death, fallen angel | Silence, vindication and the stillness of death, tormenting the wicked after death | ||
| Munkar | Islam | Angel of Death | The Faith of the Dead | ||
| Nakir | Islam | Angel of Death | The Faith of the Dead | ||
| Abaddon, also known in Greek as Apollyon | Christianity, Judaism | Destruction | |||
| Abathar Muzania | Mandaeism | The weighing of souls | |||
| Anael, see Haniel | Judaism | Joy and Pleasure | |||
| Arariel | Jewish mythology | Waters of the Earth | |||
| Ariel | Christianity, Judaism | Personification of Israel | |||
| Artiya'il | Islam | Removes human grief | |||
| Eleleth | Sethianism | ||||
| Eremiel/Jerahmeel | Christianity, Judaism | Watches/Guides the holy deceased in the afterlife | |||
| Gadreel | Christianity, Judaism | ||||
| Hadraniel | Judaism, Gnosticism | Second Heavenly Gate | |||
| Hamalat al-Arsh | Islam | ||||
| Hesediel see also Zadkiel | Christianity, Judaism | Freedom, benevolence and mercy | |||
| Jequn | Christianity, Islam, Judaism | ||||
| Kalka'il | Islam | Fifth heaven | |||
| Kerubiel | Judaism | ||||
| Kiraman Katibin | Islam | Recorders of human thoughts, acts and feelings | |||
| Kushiel | Christianity, Judaism | Punishment | |||
| Lailah | Judaism | Night, conception | |||
| Maalik | Islam | Hellfire | |||
| Moroni | Mormonism | The Golden Plates | |||
| Nuriel | Jewish mythology | Hailstorms | |||
| Penemue | Christianity, Judaism | ||||
| Puriel | Judaism | Examines the souls of those brought to heaven | |||
| Radueriel | Jewish mythology | Can create lesser angels with a mere utterance | |||
| Schemhampharae | Christianity, Judaism | A list of 72 angels of the 9 choir orders, with esoteric meaning related to the names of God | |||
| Shamsiel | Christianity, Judaism | ||||
| Temeluchus | Christianity, Judaism | ||||
| Tennin | Japanese Buddhism | ||||
| Wormwood | Christianity | War | |||
| Zephon | Jewish mythology |
Types of Angels
| Type | Religion | Dominion |
|---|---|---|
| Archangel | Christianity, Islam, Judaism | Angels of high rank |
| Chalkydri | Christianity, Judaism | Carriers of the Sun's heat[1] |
| Cherub/Cherubim | Christianity, Judaism, Islam | God's direct attendants, guardians of the gates of Eden |
| Dominions, also Kyriotētes | Christianity, Judaism | Regulate the duties of lower angels. |
| Ishim | Judaism, Islam | Said to be the closest to the affairs of mortals. Equivalent to Thrones. Intercessors |
| Mu’aqqibat | Islam | Guardian angels |
| Powers | Christianity, Judaism | Supervise the movements of celestial bodies |
| Principalities | Christianity, Judaism | Angels that guide and protect nations, or groups of peoples, and institutions such as the Church. |
| Seraph/Seraphim | Christianity, Islam, Judaism | Highest rank of angel, caretaker of God's Throne |
| Song-Uttering Choirs | Judaism | Eternally singing praise to god |
| Thrones | Christianity, Judaism | They mete out divine justice and maintain the cosmic harmony of all universal laws |
| Virtues | Christianity, Judaism | These angels are those through which signs and miracles are made in the world |
| Lamassu | Ancient Mesopotamian religion | protection, constellations, female deities |
| Bene Elohim | Christianity, Judaism | The Third that sided with God |
| Grigori a.k.a. Watchers | Christianity, Judaism | The Third that didn't side with God or Lucifer |
| Fallen | Christianity, Judaism, Islam | The Third that sided with Lucifer |
General hierarchy of angels
Highest order
- Seraphim
- Cherubim
- Thrones
Middle order
- Dominions
- Virtues
- Powers
Lowest order
- Principalities
- Archangels
- Angels
The Second Rebellion of Archangels
Yahweh looked at the world in 2014 AD and decided that the time had come for another cleansing flood. This time, however, there would be no ark. He would simply kill every living thing on Earth and start again. This caused his Archangels to realize that Lucifer's final words to them before Michael threw him down to Earth hadn't been lies formulating to cast doubt within them, they had been a warning. "He lies. All he tells you are careful lies."
Upon this realization, they went before Yahweh. Michael, Azrael, and Gabriel wrestled him to his knees, Samael swung her sword to Yahweh's neck and the flesh of the Lord Almighty was split in twain.
"Lemme paint you a picture. In a fairly sparsely furnished room, around a round table, there’s sitting seven folks. Five people at one half, and two very odd individuals at the other. That’s not to say the other five aren’t extremely odd though, just less noticeably so. The five are all functionally immortal and have access to some altogether bizarre abilities, but the two are mostly made of metal, y’see? Very noticeable."
Cyrus Ballantine is falling at terminal velocity over a battlefield like waves crashing upon one another, the lines swaying across the bloodied plains. It's really quite a large source of anxiety at the moment for him.
A tall, heavyset man in a dirty pair of overalls, thick flannel and a t-shirt stands over a limp, demonic body. He's not really heavyset in the sense of a big, muscly guy, his strength isn't that focused. He's in that middle place between overweight and well-built that you often see in tractor mechanics. He seems chubby, but he can beat the shit out of folks without much help from magic, though he does still use it. His name is Shiloh Ballantine.
A tall beanpole of a man with a frayed ponytail that pokes out from underneath his father's straw hat hunches over an arcane tome. Even if he's a skinny weakling who can barely throw a punch, his knowledge of the intricacies of quickly casting effective spells under stress is unrivaled.
His name is Silas Ballantine.
A tall, heavily built woman stands at the eye of a raging windstorm, strands of rusty red hair whipping at her face. She doesn't have the sort of largeness Shiloh does, more of a tree-trunkish frame. Though she does not know it yet, she has been given a gift only a select few of her esteemed lineage have been given, chosen by Barachiel himself. For now, though, she believes herself to be somewhat average in comparison to her brothers, except for her skill with her fists, guns, and computers. She doesn't let it get in the way of her family though, that would be dumb as shit.
Her name is Cyrus Ballantine.
These three folks are currently the Boanerges, Sons Of Thunder, direct descendants of the beloved disciple, John.
And a ring of gears was made manifest in the throne room; by it was a great noise of grinding made, and so the eyes of the assembled company were turned upon it. Out of that circle stepped MEKHANE, Lady Of The Four Halves. Her body was like a beautiful woman, formed of gears and circuits, though she must have appeared differently to all in attendance, because her face was like that of my dear wife's. She wore a flowing gown of bronze, with borders that rippled like a Damascus sword. She spoke unto Yahweh, saying, "Do thee pretend to know the intentions of mad things? If ye do, then ye lie, for mad things have not any desire but to fuel their madness. If thee attempt to hide humanity from the mouths of the evils that come upon us, it is thee they will turn upon for their hunger. And neither can thou hide, for they will pursue thee. Thy only recourse is to stand before them with me, for if we fight together they might yet be defeated." But Yahweh did not heed her, for His heart was hardened, and MEKHANE fought alone.
A tall, square-shouldered and thickset man sits across from the small street stall where he'd just bought himself some falafel, his face a display of even calmness, though his mind was like a submarine's radar, unseen but clearly seeing. His hand rested lightly over the illegally concealed Desert Eagle he kept
There's this thought resting in the back of my head, except it's not quite a thought, though I think it's something close. What I'm saying is that it definitely is a thought, but it's also not a normal thought. It makes too much noise for a normal thought, like a clumsy burglar dropping the fine china.
"So Major, scale of 1 to 10, how court-martialed do you think we are?"
Major Francois Arnaud of MTF Beta-2 ("Bayou Boys"), surveyed the heavy infantry squads, braced his eyes against the gales whipped up by the helicopter blades. It was MTF Nu-7, ("Hammer Down"), the largest, heaviest armed Task Force in the Foundation arsenal. He sighed out of the knowledge of the inevitable length of the day.
"Depends which side we're on. If this is some Director
There's a place out in the sandy wastes of Alabama where, for the right price, you can get refurbished vehicles from before the Singularity, usually the chassis of a military or farm vehicle with an engine cobbled together from whatever half-buried engines could be dug up. They run like they're new, though they may not like it. There are also some, uh, features they have that the pre-Singularity definitely didn't put in. Y'know what, I should be clear; what I'm saying is they can fly and have machine guns mounted to the hoods, among other things. They don't run on gas either, there's folding solar panels tucked away wherever they can be fit.
Death/War Gods, Angels & loa
| Name | Religion | Type | Domain | Personality | Involvement in La Rue |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| Azrael | Islam, Judaism | Archangel, Angel of Death | Death and fetching souls, holy retribution. | Fire-and-brimstone type of being, very short temper. | |
| Samael | Christianity, Judaism | Archangel, Angel of Death | Death and judging souls, unholy retribution. Judges souls when they reach the gates by swinging her executioner's sword to their necks. If they keep their head, they were holy. If they are decapitated, they are condemned to Sheol. | Intense. Very, very, intense. | |
| Lucifer, also known in Hebrew as Helel | Christianity | Archangel, fallen angel | Bringer of Light, The Morningstar. Rebellion against God. Highest ruler of Sheol, it manages the demonic hosts. | Smoother than room-temperature butter, very charming. It embodies the phrase "slicker than owl shit." | |
| Azazel | Christianity, Islam, Judaism, Yazdânism | Archangel, fallen angel | In charge of the defense of Sheol. | Loud and pompous. | |
| Cassiel | Christianity, Islam, Judaism | Archangel | Angel of tears, solitude, and temperance. Presides over the deaths of kings. | Quiet, soft-spoken, and kind. | |
| Dumah | Islam, Judaism | Angel of Death, fallen angel | Silence, vindication and the stillness of death, one of the best in tormenting the wicked after death | Efficiently violent/sadistic. | |
| Munkar | Islam | Angel of Death | The Faith of the Dead | Easy-going until provoked. | |
| Nakir | Islam | Angel of Death | The Faith of the Dead | Easy-going until provoked. | |
| Set | Egyptian | God | God of War, Chaos, The Desert, Droughts, and Famine | Probably the only extant being capable of giving Lucifer a run for its money at being a slick, sly motherfucker. He's fierce, determined, ambitious, very smart, and loyal to | |
| Sekhmet | Egyptian | Goddess | Goddess of War and Destruction | Loud, belligerent, completely disagreeable. Currently chained under the orders of Lucifer in a pit somewhere. | |
| Osiris | Egyptian | God | God of Death and Drought As Well As Life and Vegetation. Decides punishments of unholy souls. | Completely neutral, of personality and temperament. | |
| Anubis | Egyptian | God | God of Death and helping dead souls | Mostly just quiet. Follows his dad Osiris around a lot when he's not helping passed souls readjust. | |
| Bes | Egyptian | God | God of music and dance, war and slaughter, and the destroying force of nature. He's also the mentor for dead children. | It depends heavily on his mood. | |
| Baron Samedi | Louisiana Voodoo | Guede | Patriarch of the Guede family of loa. Manages the day-to-day affairs of Sheol. | Charming, crass, hard-partying and harder drink-and-smoking. Loves a good cigar and a glass of rum almost more than he loves his wife and his life. | |
| Baron Kriminel (Baron of Criminals) | Louisiana Voodoo | Guede | The Guede's enforcer. Tracks and captures escaped souls. | Raspy, moody, typically tries to solve problems with violence. |
|| Ghede Nibo || Louisiana Voodoo || Guede || The manager of the spirits of the dead who were righteous, but not in Yahweh's eyes. || Soft-spoken, polite, and kind. || ||
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- Don't fight like a coward.
- Don't run.
- Don't jump folks.
- Don't gang up on folks.
- Don't intervene in things that aren't your business.
- Keep outside problems outside.
- Don't be the one to pull out knives, guns, or magic.
- If someone breaks a rule they better be willing to break them a whole lot more, as your opponent is liable to be getting ready to break the rules over your skull.
Outline:
Part 1 - Eurtec, the Sons of Thunder get hired by Jackal & Co.
Scene opens, the Sons are walking to a bar discussing this crazy technorcist/exorcist they just worked through. They just got paid, so they decide to go to a bar to celebrate.
At the bar, they grab a table near the door and commence with the celebrations.
A bit into it, Kenneth comes crashing through the door and trips up, sprawling across their table.
They clean up, everything's fine, what's going on?
"I'm being chased by bad bad people!"
Sons don't like that.
Bad people enter, Kenneth squeaks for help! Offers to pay!
One of the Sons (to the irritation of the others) agrees to a woefully small sum (Hey, the kid needs help).
Sons face down/fight the Bad People.
Kenneth is saved!
But it isn't over yet! He says he needs a safe haven, but there are MORE BAD GUYS after him.
Sons agree to help, 'cause they might know a place. //wink //
They all leave the bar together.
Scene resumes in a mostly empty parking garage, most park on the higher levels, as that's where the skyways are.
Kenneth introduces the Sons to Sirius, the Jackal, and the Jackrabbit, Jackal's #2, as well as misc
Mekhanite soldiers. It's explained that while S & K are unaffiliated android mercenaries who've been
running with Jackal's gang for a while, the others are Mekhanites.They're told the job is protecting the Winnebago and it's cargo from whoever may try to get it, which
could include MC&D/Anderson's contractors or Sakers, other gangs, and the GOC, maybe SCP. It's
partially because of the GOC's involvement that they're there, since the GOC is gonna be using "their
special blend of freaky syncretic occult shit", and none of them are familiar with that. They also don't
know how to fix non-anomalous engines, since that's about the only thing on the RV that's not
anomalous (yet)
Why are they being chased? *cheeky grin* "We've been helping ourselves to their belongings, and
we're gonna sell to this Russian paraweapons dealer. We figure out a safe place to rendevous with him, > sell it, split the profit. You in?" they are.They hit the road. Literally, Kenneth drove it off the edge.
One of Eurtec's many oddities compared to a non-anomalous city is that streetfights are governed by a strict set of (mostly) unspoken rules. While a few other Free Ports have similar practices, and folks typically say that that's where it comes from, Eurtec's are among the most widely respected and followed, in their sphere of influence at least.
So, given that everyone down to the gutter rats skittering in the ditches follow these rules, (for the most part), it was very surprising to all present when some folks came through the door breaking just about every one of said rules.
The folks in question are clearly Cogwork mercenaries, which makes no sense because Eurtec is farther from Ticker territory than Nevada is from fish territory. The man they're chasing is aThat unlucky android's name is Kenneth McGuire, and if the whole angry-Tickers-trying-to-kill-him thing hasn't tipped you off yet, Kenneth is in deep, deep shit.
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Mannael, the felluh worked under Mephistopheles as a tempter till Ol' Mephi rewarded a particularly good job he did on some politician or other by allowing him to retire from his service, work as a contractuh. The man's name was something Brooks if my reckoning is right? Pellston maybe? And you know, whenever Mannael comes around, it always does remind me that despite the occasionally unsavory nature of the Fallen's jobs, in the end they are much the same as our Founding Fathers were, revolutionaries fighting like hell to overthrow a corrupted government. (It really is a horrible thing how my fellow southerners twisted their ideas.)
It was quite a fine day that one in March, so long ago. Or was it a few days past? No, December a month or two from now. Ah, yes, it was all! And a few more, yes, of course.
Sylvie and Bruno's use of two settings, one fantastical, one mundane. I would use this to ask the question of whether it even matters if one is more conventionally fantastical than the other, because strange things happen everywhere
Attention all personnel of the Secure Containment Protocols Foundation. Most of you do not know me.
All I want is to know, what's happening around and in me
But how can I?
There's been so little time, and so much of it I've spent in ignorance.
I don't understand it all, no matter how badly I want to.
But I understand more now than I did then. It grows.
And I'll have time.
