Jake Brody
Tales & trials from the Louisiana State Penitentiary…
Jake Brody
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Summary:
"The Book of the Overseer of the Years"
"What does it profit a man, to gain the world, but lose his own soul?"
*translated from the Aklo*
Through means to arduous to detail, several sorcerous formulae heretofore untested were brought to bear, to great effect. The Thing in cellblock 28 whispered true. The Stone now can drag a mind to the same drowning depths from whence it came. Easy…almost to easy. The feast o' souls it has thus far requested are a paltry dish for such power. I suspect it has taken that portion of my Sanctum Sanctorum as it's own, & just as likely a part of my over mortgaged mind & soul in the bargain. Notes from the Manus Nigrum confirm it: Once welcomed, the Thing Hanging in the Void is there to stay. Have to worry about it later, have to much goin' on already.
In an effort to avoid sleep, used the Transference incantation hinted at in the Liber Ivonis. Knew it would work, even if I hadn't used it in since Hyberborea ruled supreme. Eibon's magick always works for me, natch? Even so, there was a moment when the mind has to endure naked to the void, in-between transfer, exposed & bombarded by astral effluvia. Hard on the practiced Wizard…more so on the untried victim I'd reckon. For this experiment the mind swap targeted a teenage human male. Weak mind, weak body. Never known a woman/lacking female energy-bit of a rash from where he is fond o' his own hand. Non-smoker. That was a shocker, been ages since I've taken a "1st drag".
Conclusion: Mind Swap is irreversible once began. Like a circuit, the swap has to be completed, or the mind/Magus falls shrieking into the void, lost forever. Last ditch escape of the Unspeakable Oath is possible, IF a suitable target is LOS…or possibly through talisman. Must be of inferior resolve, & ideally placed to good effect. Be interesting to take a woman. To risky to try an alien mind just yet (Yithian Swap?).
Pnakotic Pentagon successfully cast on mobile surface (a rug. w/paint). Totally effective. Get an active one woven into durable rug. Gate Ve've as well? Try it out.
"A happy village is one that burns it's Sorcerers."
Alhazred's words. Apparently any grave feeder can preserve the Will of a man weighted with enough sin. Fungal manifestation (Unrelated) seen. Left intact. Benny the Ghul sampled it for $100, confirmed post-human origin. Random. No 3rd party detected.
Unrelated Note: Could have just sent me…included another Roller. Seemed shaky. Good with gadgets. Agent employed was new as well. Upset among the Ascended? Will be interesting if asked to participate further (schedule allowin'. of course).
On the menu:
Some 50 folks locked up in solitary block C. Meets all quotas with extra helping for Seal of Nephren-Ka. My Nimrod has done his work well. Memory hex may be in order, he might blurt it to the wrong (Her) ears.
On the subject of ladyfolk, no further visitations from *. Further, **Nimrod has taken her up on her bargain, used some sort o' hex to BECOME A WOMAN, & GET KNOCKED UP BY HERACLES! Couldn't make up shit that strange if I tried. Infant daughter born with minimal complication. World just keeps gettin' stranger…
The character in question has 7 derangements & over 100+ games behind him. It would do him an injustice to write anything concise or even terribly coherent. Still, this is an accurate journal of what he took as signifigant in his last game/downtime…I'll work on making it more compellingly cryptic.
Considering that I know Aklo is one of the less nasty mythos languages, I assume this is that Vet Mythos Mage of yours? An interesting character, makes me want to know what else happened.
Yep: The man himself. You can cross reference this with Winston Peck's journal to get some idea. In truth, Jake writes his works in a cramped creole shorthand, with an interlocked Aklo cipher (Aklo is read by interpreting the subtle curves in the lines, Jake's cipher includes this element in his gutter-french notes). I did try to capture the manic annotation, with the rampant punctuation & such. I'm working on his quiz, but it is a book unto itself.
Wow. Just wow. That is a lot of games and history. I can understand why it was less than crystal clear. I'm amazed that he has only seven derangements (Jimmy has barely seen a dozen games and he currently has five) especially for a Mythos caster. I can't wait for more. It'd be great if I could grasp what the hell is going on in his head (you know, without actually being driven insane) but I am a patient individual. Sometimes…
5 are permanent derangements, 2 are "fringe". I have some methods to resist developing more, & typically burn 10-50 GM xp into Jake every so often just generally assuming he is buying off more or losing Enlightenment/Willpower that needs bought up.
But if you really are interested, a full Jake solo may be found: here
Very nice. How long did it take to play that game start to finish?
Oh shit. I was wondering about that when I noticed the posting dates, but kept thinking; "Nah." I'm not really sure if any of my characters will grow enough to be solo operators. Granted that's what a vet is, but maybe I'll just semi-retire them at vet stage.
Assuming any of them live long enough. And let's face it, in House Games, that's a terrific goddamn assumption.
I killed Santa Claus.
Otherworld runt thought it couldn't be done. Maybe the Ascended meant it as a joke. Set up a patsy to get skull fucked, y'know? E'en so, I gotta say…Santa Claus? Really?
Fine.
Fortuitous, that Ol' Brody is a known man in the depths of the Kadath-haunted mountains beyond the wall of sleep. Rembrandt the Magus, they call me, of Kadatheron. Blue robes & a pointy hat. Stars & moons on it, ya get me? Leave the world behind, & the dream becomes the world. With some lotus root for kick, anyway.
So it came to pass that the mighty Shantak-bird was conjured, the stars fell on the North Pole, the Sun spoke of shining death, & Prancer (or Blitzen? No clue) got his throat cut by a star-iron blade.
The Shining Hunter killed a whole lotta folks before the Red Man saw reason. Almost felt bad about that. Then he wasn't. Just for a sec, but good enough for the contract. Found my way home to a pissed off errand boy & a stockin' full o' cole.
Reckon I'll have to get used to that one, natch?
Runnin' around as a Private Dick has it's means & ways towards larger goals. "Each man & woman is a star." Right…reckon that could be so in that stars also are on the Reaper's list. They die. I can hear their screams at night. Between the stars, in the depths of true night…things live without ending.
Anywho, what was I sayin'? Right. Horses in ol' England. Buncha 'rollers bidding on a race. Only one can win this kinda gamble, ya get me son? Tried to be reasonable…hooked up with the young lady payin' the bills, made the rounds…talked reason to those who would hear it, did the rest to death. Figured: let's jus' make it a horse race, natch? No cheatin', no fightin', let the cards fall where they must.
Even sweetened the brew by volunteering to lose this one if the rest didn't cheat. Bad Cop in me insisted that I inform the gamblin' folk that if nothin' else: They cheat, nobody wins, I guarantee.
So it went down, & subtle it was, but it was there. Lack o' reasonable types in the world, to be sure. & as promised, Ol' Brody saw it through: Nobody won.
We can't be gettin' tossed against e' other this way. Les Invisible don't have our best at heart anymore, if they e'er did. Got a chance to talk to the rest about it, maybe they'll see the light. Maybe.
Gotta be more than a star to win in this game, Mon Cheri. Gotta be Legend. The lines that make the constellation are myth, but endure beyond the stars themselves.
Jake continues into jolly old England on pursuit of his commission…maybe PISCES will get him, eh?
Sure you don't have that reversed? Please oh please stumble on them. Not only would the fight probably be awesome, PISCES would splat wonderfully.
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