in_nomine-digest Saturday, March 16 2002 Volume 01 : Number 2572 In this digest: Re: IN> Minor Choir of Judgement... (Crossposted to Pyramid) Re: IN> The War Ideas/Articles Re: IN> Silly Kyriotate #1 Re: IN> Information Request (Lilith/Lilim) Re: IN> Minor Choir of Judgement... (Crossposted to Pyramid) Re: IN> The War Ideas/Articles IN> New Servitor of Nightmares IN> Day of Rest Re: IN> Day of Rest ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Fri, 15 Mar 2002 09:38:45 -0500 From: Earl Wajenberg Subject: Re: IN> Minor Choir of Judgement... (Crossposted to Pyramid) Shades of Dr. Prilicla, an insectile alien physician in the "Sector General" series by James White. It too was an empath, driven by its empathy to be on good terms with everyone. For that matter, it also had irridescent wings. I expect the resemblance ended there. Earl ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 15 Mar 2002 13:51:33 -0500 From: Eric Eves Subject: Re: IN> The War Ideas/Articles JamesStein wrote: > > http://www.miaminewtimes.com/issues/1997-06-05/feature.html > > Real-life beliefs. Definitely gave me a few ideas for a game to be run. Guys, the list just lapped itself again. (This was last posted, what, two weeks ago? Three? Less than four, I'm pretty sure.) ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 15 Mar 2002 16:55:32 -0500 From: Elizabeth McCoy Subject: Re: IN> Silly Kyriotate #1 At 11:28 PM -0800 3/13/02, Maurice Lane wrote: >I was going to finish this and the next one >tomorrow... but I couldn't bloody sleep. Waaaaiiiiiiiiii. >Agnellus swears that its response, "How about Sock >Puppets?" was due to equal parts bone crushing >fatigue, lingering aftereffects from barreling its way >through countless Nightmares and sheer giddy relief at >being alive. It was not supposed to be taken as a >serious request - and it was certainly not meant to be >acted upon. Michael's little way of reminding people not to ask for things they don't really want... O:> - --emccoy@nh.ultranet.com // arcangel@io.com In Nomine Line Editor RPG links; Random name list, Art: http://www.io.com/~arcangel/ ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 15 Mar 2002 17:02:03 -0500 From: Elizabeth McCoy Subject: Re: IN> Information Request (Lilith/Lilim) At 3:50 PM -0500 3/14/02, S.D. wrote: >I'm working on an In Nomine alternate-universe. >(Sorta-kinda-vaguely-not-really inspired by Tattered, but the basic premise >is different.) For one of the alternate Superior writeups, I need to find >more Canon/Semi-Canon!Lilith information. Specifically, the First Lilim. I wrote a very long piece once, and sent it to the list... and the fnords ate it. It wound up in limbo. The premise was that the First Lilim was physically _born_, and was born _Bright_ since her daddy was a Seraph at the time. (Okay, kind of a cracked one, but still.) She got abandoned in someone's home, and grew up, and is wandering around being a wonky Lilim. The premise was that the PCs would stumble across her, save her hide, be given a small Geas on her as payment and then the Game and Judgment both would show up demanding to have the PCs track her down. Meanwhile, word gets out, and there were a bunch of Superior reactions, of which I only really remember the one I did for Lilith, which was, in a somewhat toneless tone, "Oh. Her. She yet lives." And no further instructions. (The rest of the Princes wanted her captured, Fallen, both, or dead, IIRC. The rest of the Archangels wanted her to get her little glowing backside into Heaven for debriefing; the spirit of Freedom runs strong in her, though, and she's acting a lot like a Grigori -- indeed, some of the AAs were wondering if she _weren't_ actually a "new" Grigori or something.) The above isn't canon, but it was amusing to write and I'm soooooo peeved that it apparently never made it to the list. O:p (It was inspired by the song verse: I've been searching for the daughter of the devil himself, I've been looking for an angel in white. I'm waiting for a woman who's a little of both; I can feel her but she's nowhere in sight. [or however it goes] ) - --emccoy@nh.ultranet.com // arcangel@io.com In Nomine Line Editor RPG links; Random name list, Art: http://www.io.com/~arcangel/ ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 15 Mar 2002 15:38:29 -0800 (PST) From: Maurice Lane Subject: Re: IN> Minor Choir of Judgement... (Crossposted to Pyramid) - --- Earl Wajenberg wrote: > Shades of Dr. Prilicla, an insectile alien physician > in > the "Sector General" series by James White. It too > was > an empath, driven by its empathy to be on good terms > with > everyone. For that matter, it also had irridescent > wings. > I expect the resemblance ended there. (blink) That _is_ odd, considering that I've never actually read any of the Sector General books. Heh. Moe ===== Liber Licentiae Moeticae: http://www.stormloader.com/users/moelane/innomine.html Last updated 02/24/02(this is usually way out of date) __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! Sports - live college hoops coverage http://sports.yahoo.com/ ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 16 Mar 2002 01:44:20 From: "Daniel Gallagher" Subject: Re: IN> The War Ideas/Articles Two weeks ago I think, and a year before that as far a I remember. It's a interesting story though, so I could see why upon finding it someone would like to share. _________________________________________________________________ MSN Photos is the easiest way to share and print your photos: http://photos.msn.com/support/worldwide.aspx ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 15 Mar 2002 21:20:46 -0800 (PST) From: Maurice Lane Subject: IN> New Servitor of Nightmares Hey, if I keep going alphabetical, the next one's going to be a Servitor of Infernal Fire! :) Moe Dalkiel Lilim Dame of Restlessness Corporeal Forces: 3 Strength: 6 Agility: 6 Ethereal Forces: 4 Intelligence: 8 Precision: 8 Celestial Forces: 5 Will: 12 Perception: 8 Vessel: human female/3, +1 Charisma Skills: Dodge/3, Emote/3, Fighting/2, Medicine/3, Knowledge (Hypnosis/3, Psychology/3), Savoir-Faire/6, Seduction/1 Songs: Dreams (All/3), Entropy (Ethereal/3), Nightmares (All/3), Shields (All/2), Sleep (All/2) Role: "Dr. Daria Lindermann" (Psychiatrist/6, Status/5) Attunements: Lilim of Nightmares, Calabite of Nightmares, Dream Drain, Dream Walking, Nightmare Trigger, Terror, Dame of Restlessness Dalkiel's existence and purpose is paradoxical: she serves Nightmares by keeping them at bay. Like most paradoxes, this makes sense when looked at from the inside. After all, to Beleth the purpose of Nightmares is to spread fear until it rules humanity. If that means raining terror and anguish onto dreamscapes, so be it: however, the Princess has found that the threat of said terror and anguish is often just as effective - and possibly even more tasty. It all depends on what the circumstances require. Dalkiel has used this attitude to build quite a lucrative practice for herself. The first step is to identify a target, then use her Attunements and Distinction until that target is afraid of sleep itself. This will usually result in the target seeking treatment. As there isn't anything actually physically wrong with him or her, and as Dalkiel enjoys a Role as a recognized expert in the field of sleep disorders, usually it only takes a little manipulation for the target to make an appointment with the famous (and fashionable) Dr. Lindermann. At that point, Dalkiel simply stops wrecking the target's dreamscape - which will usually fulfil what is by then a fairly high Need. Repeat as necessary: the Lilim tries not to play out this scenario on the same person too often. Of course, by now her reputation is such that people with legitimate sleep disorders will seek her out: her regular patient list is notable for the number of celebrities and public figures on it. Dalkiel is careful not to actually cure the problem, but she has found that judicious use of the Dream Drain Attunement acts as a rough and ready palliative. This will also usually fulfil a Need. The number of Geas that the Lilim collects a year is impressive in both quantity and quality: Dalkiel is fast becoming one of Beleth's most active facilitators and agents of influence in her home area. This keeps her neck from the chopping block when her actions interfere with those of lesser Servitors of Nightmares: the Lilim is careful to keep her superiors sweet. It's been said (cattily, but accurately) that Dalkiel would have made an excellent Habbalite: she plays with her targets like a cat plays with a mouse. While she won't actually kill one if she can help it, anyone who walks into her office is going to be a victim to her whims and cruelties for, essentially, forever. From her point of view, that's what humans are there for in the first place. It's certainly not for their brains or perceptiveness. Still, the sight of one of them genuinely thanking her for not torturing him or her anymore is always good for giving the Dame a deep, warm pleasure... ===== Liber Licentiae Moeticae: http://www.stormloader.com/users/moelane/innomine.html Last updated 02/24/02(this is usually way out of date) __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! Sports - live college hoops coverage http://sports.yahoo.com/ ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 16 Mar 2002 06:19:36 -0500 From: EDG Subject: IN> Day of Rest I have no idea where this came from. - -EDG - --- Most of the churchgoers looked over their shoulders, startled, as the doors burst open and a thin man wearing loose-fitting black clothing and carrying a sword swept into the cathedral. His pale skin glistened with sweat and his long black hair was pulled back, although a few strands had fallen loose and hung around his irritated expression. His footsteps echoed as he strode down the aisle toward a single man, bowed in prayer. Behind him scurried a worried-looking man, well-built but nonetheless obviously wanting to keep his distance from the thin man and his target. "You!" hissed Laurence as he pulled even with the kneeling man's row and started making his way between the pews. "I'm lucky my servitor was paying attention today. Why do you defile this place of worship with your presence?" His voice was nearly a whisper; even so, a nearby family decided to move. The kneeling man ignored him. In a nearly-silent moment, Laurence could barely make out the words of the Lord's Prayer, and his face purpled. "You make a mockery of all that I hold dear, scoundrel," he said, hand now on the hilt of his sword. "I demand that you desist and leave this place so that I might not despoil it with your ichor." The kneeling man continued to ignore him, finishing the prayer and starting anew at the first line. An acolyte had come up behind Laurence and tapped him gently on the shoulder. "Sir," he said, "I understand that the light of Heaven inspires strange and drastic feelings in all of us, but you are disturbing the others." Laurence nearly laughed. "My good man," he whispered, "this is nothing more than one of the foulest creatures in our Lord's Creation, and it defiles our place of worship -" The acolyte nodded. "Sir, I respect your beliefs, but I must ask that you respect his as well. He has done nothing that I can see. His skin might be scarred, but his demeanor is not offensive." In the background, the kneeling figure started his prayer again. Laurence was speechless for a moment - then caught his servitor's eye. /Softly, my lord,/ the Saint thought, and Laurence nodded. "I will keep my peace," he said finally, and knelt not a yard from the other man, asking God's forgiveness for disturbing His temple. The acolyte nodded as well and backed away, but continued to keep an eye on the two. Finally, the kneeling man finished his prayer, crossed himself, and stood, revealing himself: a tall man, bald, with tattoos and piercings and ritual scars covering his skin. Laurence was used to seeing a maddened gleam in this man's eye, but today they were a crystal blue, sparkling with a sane intelligence that Laurence had rarely seen of the spawn of Hell. "Lord Laurence," whispered Vapula, Prince of Technology, "I had thought that you might be here today. Why did you interrupt me?" Laurence wrinkled his nose. "You disgrace this temple by your mere presence, demon," he murmured. "Your kind has no place here." The Demon Prince smiled sadly. "Is it not a tenet of our faith that one must love his neighbor as himself? I certainly do not hold your grudge against you; why do you insist on attacking me in this, the most holy of places?" The Archangel of the Sword nearly choked. "You profess to believe the same faith that I do? Nonsense, Prince Vapula. Your lies betray your Infernal origins. Now step outside so that I might flay the tattoos from your flesh without defiling these pews further. Vapula pulled on a black double-shouldered rain cloak and picked up a wide-brimmed hat from the seat beside him. "You honestly cannot believe me? That pains me, brother Archangel." He sighed and sat down again. "I think you might not understand my predicament. Sit. I will explain. "You know as well as I that I am Hell's only Punishing Prince. On most days, that is true; if only Dominic or your elder brother Michael were here to verify that. Today, however..." Vapula smiled grimly. "I know that I am a demon, Lord Laurence. I know that I serve the cause of Hell. I know that when Lucifer compels me, there is little compulsion involved. But only today, and only here. When I leave this place - when I return to the sunlight outside, or to my castle in Hell - then I will be an angel again, serving God in the Inferno, where he placed me. Then I will struggle under Lucifer's yoke, and believe that I work in God's name, and scream blasphemy at the skies. "My madness does not extend to God's protected places, however. On a Day of Rest, if I happen to be in a holy place, my veil is lifted. I see the curse that I am under... and I repent. Today I had been four hundred and seventy-seven days without seeing the light of God. "Brother Laurence, do you know what it is like to kneel before an altar and realize that you have spent the last year and a half committing unspeakable atrocities and have yet not once asked forgiveness for them?" Laurence's jaw was hanging loosely now; he wasn't even sure he'd be able to speak if he knew the words to say. "I know I can't just say a few words and convince you of my faith," said the Prince, "but if you have doubts, ask the acolyte who restrained you to tell you how long I have been kneeling here." Prince Vapula stood, gathering his cloak about him. "Vapula," said Laurence, standing with him, "why do you not ask for true forgiveness? Why do you not ask me to help you see the light of God in all its glory?" The Prince of Technology laughed softly. "My beloved brother," he said, smiling even as a tear ran down his savaged cheek, "I will think I'm an angel no matter what way I leave this cathedral. How do I know that I won't be hurting you worse by deceiving the both of us? At least this way, we both know the rules of the game." He looked straight at Laurence. "Remember my eyes, Laurence. Know that what I tell you is true, and remember when you kill me, whenever that might be, that there is a soul inside that yearns for our Lord and His mercy." Before Laurence could respond, Vapula had turned, stalking out. Laurence followed at a respectful distance, and as the Prince donned his hat and stepped out into the sunlight, the Archangel breathed a heavy sigh. "My lord?" asked the Saint, mere feet behind. "No more practice today," said Laurence as the Prince buried himself in the crowd outside. "Not on a day of rest." ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 16 Mar 2002 10:24:58 -0800 (PST) From: Michael Walton Subject: Re: IN> Day of Rest I am in awe. What an incredible portrayal of Vapula! ===== Michael Walton, #US2002023848 "The other beattitude that's not in the book is this: 'Blessed are those who are pleasant to live with.'" - -- Rev. Claudette Copeland __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! Sports - live college hoops coverage http://sports.yahoo.com/ ------------------------------ End of in_nomine-digest V1 #2572 ********************************