The Motley decided to hunt down Cantorian Wolf’s apartment,
rumored to be an extended stay motel near the airport. After some streetwise
checks, they managed to track it down. They arrived and after a quick check
they broke in. They noted several things- primarily the sense that the
apartment had already been tossed by someone with OCD. The garbage cans had
been dumped out but then everything had been smoothed and stacked next to them.
The drawers had been removed, and the items neatly folded and placed on the
floor. Whoever had stayed in the apartment had been messy, but their pursuers
had been neat.
Despite that, the group discovered several pieces of
evidence. One, photos, map, and sketches of the Spring Court’s holdings and
rooms. The sketches were of the photos- clearly a visualization exercise. It
suggested someone on the inside of the Court had been helping Cantorian Wolf.
Two, IVs and other sustaining equipment used by long-term dreamers. That jibed
with their knowledge of Wolf’s skills. Three, traces of magical backlash and
curse twisting in the bathroom- something they suspected from what they knew of
the e-Razor. Four, the smell of gun oil which they associated with Three Iron
Sour, a gun-elemental they believed had assisted Wolf with his theft from the
Spring Prince, Beckoncall. Five, wood shavings- which suggested the elemental
Carpenter Husk had visited in the last few days. But they found no solid
evidence of Wolf’s location.
Most strikingly, under the bed they found a small toy safe,
made of hazy, dreamlike material. John reached his hand into the strange box
which seemed to already have been opened and emptied. However in the back of
it, he uncovered an inter-office envelope. Inside he found yet another tarot
card and note. The note had the same handwriting as the first one they’d
discovered. The card was more ominous- The Chariot. In the background of the
collage image they could make out a picture of Morosoa Scorned, one of their
own motley.
The group headed down and out- with Andi making a brief
detour to overwhelm the night clerk and get him to hand off Cantorian Wolf’s mail
to her. The found a couple of fraud credit cards which they pocketed. As they
made to leave, they noticed an unmarked van across the parking lot. It had been
there when they’d arrived and seemed to be watching the place. After some
discussion they decided to head on and see what it did. As the group pulled
out, the watch-van gunned the engine and drove full speed, catching the rear
end of their vehicle and pinning them against a barrier wall. Men in suits
leaped out of the van at them.
Kah let loose with his lightning knife, catching a couple of
them before being hauled out of the passenger side window. John leapt out of
the back, screaming to draw attention. Andi followed, tired iron in hand. Two
guys rolled out and John dropped back to the shadows to make his away around to
the back. Morosa pulled herself out, and rolled across the top of the van. She
grabbed one of the six from above and flung him into the distance. Andi engaged
with the bad guys at the back- using her skills to increase her defenses as
they opened up with gunfire. By this point the group realized their opponents
weren’t human- but weirdly animated pseudo-flesh suits filled with stuffing. John
reached the back of the enemy van and communed with it to gain a vision. He saw
a strange mechanical figure animated six of these figures and send them off to
find Cantorian Wolf. John had the sense the animator had been hired by someone.
The motley, despite taking some damage, managed to dispatch
their attackers- rending limbs, setting some on fire, and generally causing a
commotion. With the situation in hand they took off in their own damaged van
and the one their attackers had come on. They headed back to their retreat
where they searched the van. There they found notes which included the address
for Three Iron Sour, indicating he was next on the “Made Men’s” hit list.
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