A city in shadows - part 2

A great part of the world you know is nothing but a small fraction of the whole deal. "The real world" is far more scarier than you may imagine. Probably by this point you may deduce where this is going. to put it bluntly, Magic is real, yes, it's real. You may think me insane, but take a closer look to the world around us, feel it with something more than your eyes and now you may "see". Can you feel it now? Funny feeling huh? Want to know something funny about magic? Virtually anyone could pull it off one way or another. Nontheless not everyone should try to do it. Confused? I'll be surprised if you weren't. You see this is the deal with magic, once you start dabbling with it, it becomes like a drug for some and that's when bad things happen. Demons, Angels, Fae, Sking changers, they want to get their hands around any human with the talent to pull of enough magic into their bodies. Once you see how the real world is, the real world see you. Now you must come with me. Walk fast, but don't try to run, that'll be suspicious. The key to survival is being discrete and keep an enough low profile so the big scary things can't find you easily. When the moment comes, you must choose a side, we are at war. I really don't care which side you choose, but pick one. Being alone these days is mostly a death sentence. Have your eyes wide open, or you may end up chew by a big scary monster, because they are real and hungry.

Okey, now you are at your place. Stay inside, and no, don't invite to enter your house. Not yet at least. at sunrise every magic will fade and most of the scary monster are going to be cast back to where they came. Keep in mind what I told you, if you choose to side us, call this number and someone shall come to you. It may be me, or maybe someone else. My name? mmm you have too much to learn; but here is lesson number one. keep your true name a secret, so scary things can't use it against you. For now I'm just a friend in this dire times. If we happen to meet again and you need a hand, you may ask. after all, I'm not that fond of picking on someone just because they hang around with bad people. See ya later pal.

Hate to leave people with vague and rambling answers but that's the way it is. at least until one side is pick. now I think I might go chill a while, maybe grab a beer on the "Burning Bush" your lovely local occultist bar. yeah, the one running the place have an odd sense of humor. nontheless it's the best place to find a mentor, a might be sponsor and all that jazz. I might tell you more about it later. I'm starving and a big horn of ale and a burguer sounds like an excelent way to finished the night.

A city in shadows - part 1

I thought today I was going to drink a beer in peace, but no. Here I'm dealing with an outsider. why? because I'm a sucker for a pretty face. I need to help the "damsel in distress" specially if it happens to be a mundane against one of this things. Take it as it may, but mundanes can't handle an outsider. Hell not even the great majority of us can do that on a one-on-one scenario without enough preparation. Lucky me haven't being noticed yet, so I at least have the wildcard in hand.

Using the night and the rain I summoned my will into my staff. A good solid staff will always be a good ally to the wizard as but focus point and a good pole weapon if need may arise. Deep grey lights glow from the runes carved all over the lenght of the staff. A sudden hit, an agonizing scream and part of their flesh mask shattered. The scream startled the girl that turn around to the sight of the outsider skin and their pointy teeth. Poor girl that sight is somthing mundanes are never supossed to see. I saw the pure terror in her eyes before she passed out, and the outsider burnt into ashes. I'll took her to the closest store and let her in care of the dependant whom called 9-1-1 and assure me she'll take care of her.

I fix the neck of my coat and started to walk back home. The rain fell heavily against my face and the leather of my coat made a constant almost musical sound. This is the way things are for someone like me. always in the night the unknown hero, never the knight in shinning armor. A lonely way of living but hey at least not a boring one. If you want to know why I haven't spoke my name is because names hold great power so I like to mantain mine private, but if you want to call me someway then. the name is Howler, John Howler. Now if you excuse me I'll go drink my night out at home.