Archive for May, 2012

More Ghoster Notes

Posted: May 15, 2012 in Uncategorized

You have to understand Tethers to begin grasping the bigger pictures. They’re the brush strokes of the larger canvas. They are the ties that bind; strands that run through all things, past, present, and future. Each of us, every man, woman, child, even the beasts of the world, are bound to a Tether that represents us as distinctly as a fingerprint.

As we move through life, making emotional connections to people, places, and things, we leave a strand of our Tether attached to that relationship. We spin a web out to all the things we deem important, with us dominating the center.

Throughout the ages mediums and soothsayers have unwittingly employed Tethers in their respective trades. Mediums glimpsed the past, the memories and the ghosts that dwell there. A soothsayer gazed into the future.

The fog of all the accumulated Tethers creates what we know as the Veil. Metaphysically entwined within that fog, existing parallel to the real world, sits The Other. A Compass, with some effort, can part the Veil like a doorway and step through into The Other. Depending on one’s abilities and the location it can be as simple as stepping through a bead curtain or as difficult as opening a vault door.

Though The Other sits squarely within the mists of the Veil, it lacks Tethers of its own. Natives move through their world with very few ties to the world around them. We may draw on the Veil while wandering The Other but it creates something of an anomaly. That world, as well as its agents, may labor to seek out and hamper this deviation. Even our presence there creates an upset within the preternatural order of The Other, cutting a wake through the Veil. A crew’s Shield dampens that wake.

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Chapter 6 Notes

Chalk Street is just another burned-out row of tattered concrete and broken re-bar, held together by booze and bad intentions. But it’s the Real World, and the business establishments are semi-legit – or the bribes are paid up enough to be considered so. Either way Bleak Agents tend to ignore the place; at least for the time being.

The rugged citizens milling to and fro along the sidewalks are fairly civilized, so long as you mind your manners and keep your hands to yourself. They aren’t gentle people; life is hard along the outskirts of the cities. A Ghoster can blend here well enough – possibly even find work. Hell, crews lounge in every gin joint on the block waiting for their Crown to snag a heist. (more…)

Chapter 4 – Gage visits Cullen

Gage feels the heat of their stares on the back of his neck. His nerves are rattled, his muscles tense; he doesn’t need this. Turning, Gage throws up his hands, shows them empty.

“This doesn’t concern you people,” he shouts. “I’m on this man’s step because it’s between him and me. I didn’t come here to kill anybody so don’t make me change my mind.”

In the surrounding apartments curtains twitch and fall shut, blinds roll closed. Gage nods his head and turns back to Cullen’s door.

“Open this fucking door,” he says and bangs at it with closed fists. “I just want to talk. You know I can get inside on my own but if I have to slip through a shroud it’s going to hurt me.”

Gage steps back from the door. He knows Cullen; certain Cullen’s watching through the peep. “Cullen,” he says quietly. “What kind of mood will you expect to find then?

The lock clicks and the door opens a couple of inches.