Harrowed Halls

GM: Evil Mike, Cruel Silver Tongued Devil
Samuel Smythe (Steve): Occult Branch, Polish National, The Healer
Baltasar Magnusson (Owen): Operations Branch, Swedish, The Lindquist/Forger
Cyrus Lowenstein (Ben): Operations Branch, American, The Ladies
Man Nick Harmon (Mike): Occult Branch, American, Combat Psychic

Before it gets to be next week, I should say something about this week’s Agents of Oblivion game. At the end of the last game, Agent Lowenstein had just critically failed a roll to adjust the court date for the guy we were trying to break free from prison. It wouldn’t be good for anyone if he were still there during the next full moon. To Agent Lowenstein it seemed that everything went without a hitch and the new court date was reset to two days hence.

We got a couple of hotel rooms and settled in for some much needed sleep, at least Agent Harmon and Agent Smythe did. Agent Magnusson had drawn the short straw and was rooming with Agent Lowenstein. That was strike one. Then Magnusson got a call from our boss, Mr. Myster. That was strike two. Apparently Mr. Myster had some <heated> questions about where we were and what we were doing. Keep in mind that just about everything we were doing was either against Oblivion rules or against orders given to us. Agent Magnusson smoothed it over though and our boss hung up requesting a complete status report within the hour. Agent Lowenstein got to work. Keeping mostly to the truth and focusing on our quest to rid our headquarters of the magical nexus nearby, Lowenstein got the job done. He of course left out our more heinous breaches of protocol, such a making a pack with the devil, the vampire lord Aleksander Nowak.

Moments after the report was sent, the doors of both rooms burst open and in poured men in full assault gear. Agents Lowenstein and Magnusson put up a valiant effort. Both were wounded. The sleeping beauties in the next room woke up to someone trying to zip tie them. We (Agent Harmon and Agent Smythe) fought back the best we could, but we were severely outnumbered and out gunned. The goons in the gear put bags over our heads and took us away in a black, unmarked delivery vehicle. License plate: URSCRWD.

We were taken from the vehicle and placed in a room somewhere. After determining that we were alone, we freed ourselves using Agent Harmon’s hidden knife. A neat trick seeing how Agent Harmon was still in his skivvies. Nonetheless, we were free and began to work on a plan to get out of the room we were being held in. The guard must have heard something so he opened the door to check on us. We couldn’t all get our hoods on fast enough so we tried to subdue him. That wasn’t going to well when we stopped for the night. Agent Smythe had just tried to raise his own Fighting skill through the use of his sacred arts. He critically failed.

What fate awaits our <snicker> brave heroes? Only Evil mike knows for sure.

Chaos Steve