A death of flowers

Hwrenphiels office

After searching around London for a few days, you’re approached by a homeless girl who slips a piece of paper into Ariels hands and scarpers off. The paper has an address and a time. A small crummy block of offices in the docklands.

A small pudgy woman stands in a cheap polyester suit at a table entirely too large for her. Pages scattered about across the surface haphazardly tell a story of not so much diligence as enthusiasm. Atop them all sits a large map of London printed onto A4 and stuck together with cello tape. Red circles cover half of the map in varying degrees of severity and contouration. She paces from side to side occasionally making a new mark or frowning before rearranging some of the papers.

“Come in, sit down please and make yourselves comfortable. This is complicated and quite frankly I can’t be bothered to repeat myself.” she says before glancing up, “Oh, Dominites. Great. Well, You doubly shut up. You know who I am I presume and I know what you’re meant to be so we can dispense with pleasantries. London is aflame right now with demonic activity, all over the place, I’ll lay out the situations.”

Firstly, Orchid, Cherubim of Novalis has gone missing. She’s not reported in to her tether recently, her last mission was relatively low impact. Just spreading some love and peace or whatever it is that Novalites do down by the river somewhere. It’s not terribly unusual for angels to get lost in London, especially those that are used to more…delicate environments. Still, something crooked might be involved. None of my little mice have heard anything or detected any disturbances in the symphony around her but this could be something big.

Next up we have a clear Nybbas engagement. A bunch of high end media execs are getting themselves murdered. You need to tread carefully, Broadcasting house is a tether to Nybbas so you might have to explore a little more covertly than you Dominites are used too.

We’ve detected a whole bunch of disturbances around our angelic tethers in London, the Royal Gardens especially. We haven’t been able to track down exactly what’s going on but it concerns us greatly.

Beyond that there’s just the usual. You’ve got Andrealphus stealing souls down in Soho, Malphas causing havoc in Westminster politics as usual. We hear he’s trying to start some kind of war somewhere in the middle east now. And worryingly enough, Baal seems to have withdrawn from the Greater London realm completely. His agents have simply disappeared.

The woman stops talking at this point. “Welcome to the war folks. Have fun. I’ve shit to do. This place is yours now. Feel free to do whatever you want with it, I’ll have my mice bring in any reports. Don’t worry about reporting back to me. Yes I’m in charge, No nothing you do will be news to me. Oh, don’t expect Dom to pop by like he usually does. From now on you lot are in deep cover. Don’t fuck it up.”

Hwrenphiel walks out then, leaving you to the clutter of an Ofanims office, or should we say, your office. Your own precious little base of operations. A 6 by 6 foot square with a couple chairs and a desk, and a corkboard.

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Fulcrum

A tall lithe man sits behind a solid red oak desk. Grey hair tied cropped tight to his head shines off the bright artifical lighting of the place. The office shouts elegance in every corner, from expensive furniture to the drinks cabinet off to one side. The man gestures for you to sit in the three chairs in front of him. As you settle he begins."

I am the fulcrum. I am neither Alpha nor Omega. I am the gamma, the beta and the zeta. I am the order of balance between most heavenly Destiny and the diabolical Fate. I serve both Yves and Dominic in this affair. I am the fulcrum and you, Seraphim, Malakim and the Sorceh are the pivots in which we defeat Kronos.

I have been instructed to grant you the reward of autonomy. This is a rare honour for a group such as yourselves yet Yves assures me that you are the angels for the job, figuratively speaking. It is more unusual still for Dominic to not only suffer a witch to live, yet to include one in his plans…but who am I to question our father of judgement?

Suffice to say, I will be watching. And I will be waiting. These next months are foretold to be a great and terrible affair and you are the tools that have been chosen. Do not disappoint us.

Your task is simple. Prevent the apocolypse. 2012 is not the end of days despite what some might say but it might be AN end. Discover what the demons are planning. Stop them. Our eyes are blind in London. Our agents routinely removed from play, vessels destroyed, spirits sundered and broken. Our tethers are besieged covertly and Baal moves across Europe seeding revolution. A storm is coming. Speak to Hwrenphiel, Ofanim of Dominic for details concerning London and what to do next. Good luck…and God Speed.

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First Impressions
Events in motion

So you’re probably wondering why you’re here. Shut up, stand up straight, look good and listen well.

Yves said to me, his royal ineffable pompousness, that there is a Confluence of Destiny here, at this time. I call bullshit but when that bastard says jump you say yes sir of course sir may I also spit in the face of fate and dance to the merry tune of inevitability please sir cause if you don’t well good ol’ Dom here ain’t gonna look too kindly now is he? That’s my Texan accent by the way, I’m trying it out. I don’t really like Texans, they’re…slow man, you know? Slow. Fat, really. They do good burgers though, anyways right yes where was I? Confluence, yeah that shit. He says and I quote, “Get a squad over there sharpish”. Well okay, I paraphrase, so my boss goes to your boss and says fuck knows really, what does Janus EVER say? He’s all too busy changing the conversation and stuff anyways you should hear him at parties, excuse me for a sec. Yes, champagne please. Two, no, for me, look just get it, right. Yeah, so Yves said to Janus who said to Dominic that we need some troops down here. Fuck knows why, you’re meant to meet someone or some shit. Hell man, this Yves, do you know what he said? Do you know? Well obviously, you don’t because well anyways. He said some mortal fucking cocksucking human is gravitating powers. Like, some kind of conduit for shit to happen or something. And we’ve got to save his ass. Fucking typical ain’t it, these humans ain’t never gonna stop needing saving. Anyways…yeah, so that’s why you’re here. I’m done man, this place is a little stiff for me.

The Ofanim pulls off his tie and drops it on a silver platter that passes by.

Black tie just isn’t my thing, ya know? Oh, and Yves said “Peace is an answer best left alone.” he said it’s important I say that. Fucking archangels. Why don’t they just oh fuck it what do I care, laters.

The Ofanim strides out to an open window and with no hesitation simply leaps outside, abandoning you to the mercy of the rich, the famous and the fabulous, the ballroom in full swing at the Dorchester hotel.

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