#caliber recaps

I finally, finally managed to write another recap! This must mean I no longer have depression

[This session was an interesting one! Since Merlin and Nora wouldn’t be present for much of the trial itself, I instead asked Adam and Melissa to play Cait-Sìth (the Prosecution) and Elene (the Defense) respectively. They did a better job than I ever could have.] Merlin looked down at his ruined shirt. The potion he’d gotten from Alkahest had done wonders on the not-bleeding-to-death front, but…

I wrote another recap/story! Take that depressive creator's block!!

There’s a minor risk of fire in Merlin’s beard. His hands shake as he grapples with the urge to strangle the Demon talking at him until it stops smiling. If his father hadn’t stepped in, there’d be literal thunder in the air. ‘I can absolutely guarantee that your dear mother is in no danger whatsoever right now,’ says the Demon, pleasantly. ‘I certainly don’t want to cause any harm. It’s merely…

Oh my god two in one day?! How do you draw cars

Alkahest put his foot down. They were driving down the M1, with still more than a hundred miles to go before they reached London – a destination chosen mostly on intuition. And the fact that the sun appeared to be rising from its direction rather than the East. ‘…No, a macchiato is an espresso shot with a dash of steamed milk,’ Merlin was saying. ‘The concept of a “latte macchiato” can’t exist,…

Finally wrote another recap! Been totally unable to create recently but hopefully coming out the other side. Anyway, this one was an exciting game! Sami was playing as Alkahest!

Alice squinted down at her macchiato before taking a sip and placing it carefully beside her macbook pro. She wasn’t getting any work done; by now she’d totally resigned herself to that fact and was idly watching the other occupants of the café. She was supposed to have been getting a home office, but all that had gone up in smoke when she and her boyfriend had split. It had all been going so…

Ursa has her meeting with the Director, but it seems she has to take matters into her own hands. Nora gets some info. Merlin gets mad. Ursa gets herself arrested.

Hair? In a slightly more subdued style. Makeup? At a minimum, to the point that the average man on the street would assume she wasn’t wearing any. Suit? Well, the suit was pink, but it was Balmain. Ursa looked the part, if she said so herself. Plus, the blazer had pockets for her flashcards. There were butterflies in her stomach, lured there by the fire in her chest. She opened the door to…

It's loose ends and future threads as the investigation comes to a close. Merlin takes a sip. Ursa arranges a meeting. Nora hears the music.

A week had passed since the Infernomicon of Caravigg had been tossed into the Well of Many Worlds. Nora had spent it doing very little. She’d made a conscious decision to try and reconnect with her Patron a little; part of her felt guilty for just how busy she’d been in recent months, and another part was concerned about just what its reaction might be if she neglected it for too long. Merlin…

Interparty tension rises, and there are more giant, monstrous dogs than ever. A culprit is revealed. Nora makes a threat. Merlin makes a deal. Ursa takes a beating.

‘Okay,’ said Ursa, slowly and with as little movement of her face as possible. ‘Am I going insane or is that Cait-fucking-Síth on the windowsill?’ Nora, who’d been quietly seething at the table for the past 10 minutes, muttered under her breath. ‘Well, tricking us into coming here is certainly what an insane person might do.’ Suddenly Cait-Síth wasn’t the most urgent thing to address. Ursa…

Following up on their remaining leads, the party has an encounter with a pack of Hellhounds, visits a Draconic Judge, and looks for answers from a Demon. Things go about as badly as they could possibly have gone.

Brynner hunched over the report on his desk, scanning it over and over. The field agent that had brought it to him – their name was Leaf, Brynner seemed to remember – was sort of edging back toward the door. ‘Wait,’ the Director commanded. ‘I’d like some clarification. You’ve written here the phrase “a billion feral hell-dogs”?’ ‘Yes, sir,’ said Leaf. ‘Is that a problem? Not the dogs, I mean. I…