Between the Darkness/Session 18

Mercution_Hastus: So, shall we begin? If I remember, we didn't come up with anything more ingenious than barge in, appeal to ganger's God-Emperor-fearing natures and start shooting. Possibly beginning with "Magnagorsk stand off".

Mercution_Hastus: Or maybe "Metallican stand off". Can't remember.

Turfster: well

Turfster: I *hope* it's a mexican standoff

dakkareth: ((We wanted to win the Cleaners over so they can help us capture the witches, I think))

Turfster: (isn't magnagorsk's underhive pretty much hell?)

Mercution_Hastus: ((That whole planet is hell.))

Turfster: (well yes, but the underhive must be even more hellish)

tylorva: ok, you're all standing outside the cave - this 'cave' is basically a feature of the man-made underhive - it's a network of caverns and passages that weaves between sewers, foundations, bedrock, trash and everything else.

tylorva: Inside is believed to be several Cleaners and a number of cultists - seven of them according to the information provided by Purple.

Clavis_Morden: "So, umm, I'll just follow your lead with the dangerous stuff. If we hit a witch I'll speak up."

Atella: "Well, we might want to try talking to them first"

Clavis_Morden: "Talking rarely works with witches, though," Clavis mentions uncomfortably. "And if they call themselves a cult ..."

Clavis_Morden: "Of course, I'm *hoping* that they'll surrender. But sometimes they don't." She looks a bit haunted, remembering scenes of horror she has seen.

Mercution_Hastus: sighs heavely, composing himself. He spares a look to each one of the people he have found himself with in this time and hour, maybe seeking some reassurance - those are his people he will confront in a couple of moments. No matter, how the situation will go, someone of them is going to die. He starts walking towards the entrance.

Mercution_Hastus: "Emperor protects," he mutters, before passing through.

Clavis_Morden: "The Emperor Protects," Clavis echoes quietly, following at the rear.

tylorva: (( Are you all going in openly bearing weapons? ))

Atella: checks her weapons one last time and keeps them close at hand

Atella: (no)

Mercution_Hastus: (No. Thanks, Quick Draw.)

Clavis_Morden: (Clavis has her staff in hand, but not any actual weapon)

Clavis_Morden: ((Oh, and Clavis is still shielding us from psychic detection with White Noise))

Atella: (so yeah, going in without weapon in hand, but wary)

Mercution_Hastus: ((Now I wonder, do the cultist possess and freely speak Secret Tongue (Gutter)?))

tylorva: (( Are you taking Purple or Sand with you? ))

Atella: (uh... I dunno. If it's going to be dangerous, we better not, but if Sand tries to escape...)

Clavis_Morden: ((Does Purple want to come along?))

Mercution_Hastus: ((Let the latter stay in the back and let him off the leash, figuratively speaking (collar stays on). He may be useful.))

tylorva: (( Purple doesn't seem to want to get involved when there's a chance it could end up violent against her own people. ))

Atella: (we can leave her behind safely)

Clavis_Morden: ((If you want the ban on 'doing stuff' for Sand lifted, you should mention it IC))

Atella: (I'm all for keeping him on a short leash)

Clavis_Morden: ((Phenomena can ruin even a walk in the park and this will be anything but ...))

Clavis_Morden: ((Of course, no guarantees that Clavis won't be causing her own :p ))

Atella: (what's one more witch in a nest of many? ;)

Mercution_Hastus: ((Ok,.just let him stay in the back. There will be no overt suggestions from Merc - it's not what's on his mind right now. Of course, being opportunistic survivor that he is, he may want to try some stuff anyway.))

tylorva: You all start heading into the tunnels, the walls lined with components scavenged from the trash to provide support. The whole place is dank, damp and absolutely stinks of garbage and decay. You step through sludge and muck, your footsteps squelching beneath you. It's not long before you are challenged. "Who goes?"

tylorva: The speaker seems to be hidden in the shadows.

Atella: motions to Mercution

Mercution_Hastus: ((Is the voice familliar?))

tylorva: (( Nope. ))

Mercution_Hastus: "Cleaning service." Standard response. Or something closer to an inside joke.

tylorva: (( Give me a Fellowship roll. Peer Underworld applies. ))

Fatespinner: Mercution_Hastus rolled a 2 on a d100 for 6 degrees of success.

Clavis_Morden: ((wow!))

Atella: (nice)

tylorva: (( :) ))

tylorva: "Yeah yeah, okay," says the guy sounding utterly bored - evidentally recognising the code. "Go on in."

Mercution_Hastus: ((Here goes all my good luck for today. ))

Atella: (right, let's go in, you first, since you seem to be the lucky one today... and people might recognise you and not shoot on sgiht ;)

Mercution_Hastus: "Not one of ours..." mutters Mercution quietly - a gang member surely would've recognized him. And would be recognized in turn by Hastus.

Clavis_Morden: just nods, not sure what to say or do about it.

Atella: nods tensely and motions to the door

Mercution_Hastus: leads the way.

tylorva: You head further along the passageway which seems to open up into a larger cavern from which there is light and sound emanating - it sounds like there are a lot of people in there, just mingling and chatting, their voices blurring into each other. A smell of something cooking wafts down the passage.

tylorva: You step out into the open - it takes a moment for anyone to really notice you. There seem to be a mash of different people here - some obvious gangers, most of whom Mercution recognises as well as a number of people in tatty robes who are presumably the cultists. Everything seems to be peaceful, the groups chatting to each other.

tylorva: After a minute there is a shout from across the room. "Hastus!" Mercution recognises the sound of Loenie, a younger member of the gang, just thirteen years old.

Clavis_Morden: tries to look like she belongs as she looks around. And after the long and hard way down her rain coat is in such a state she might actually do.

Atella: keeps an eye on the people in the robes, but makes no threatening moves

Mercution_Hastus: "Hello, Loenie." Mercution greets the nipper non-chalantly. His eyes betray somewhat his real feeling. "Share the news? And who are our guests here?"

tylorva: (( Give me awareness rolls. Clavis can do a psyniscience roll as well. ))

Fatespinner: Atella rolled a 31 on a d100 for 0 degrees of success.

Fatespinner: Mercution_Hastus rolled a 65 on a d100 for 0 degrees of failure.

Fatespinner: Clavis_Morden rolled a 37 on a d100 for 1 degrees of success.

Clavis_Morden: ((awareness))

Fatespinner: Clavis_Morden rolled a 2 on a d100 for 5 degrees of success.

Clavis_Morden: ((psyniscience))

Atella: (this is creepy)

Atella: (we're using up all our good rolls)

Mercution_Hastus: ((I've already used up, as you can see.))

tylorva: Atella feels her skin tingling. Something feels off in here. Glancing around, she can see something flickering in the dark shadows in one of the side caverns from this main room. Clavis meanwhile can feel a horrible disturbance in the warp coming from that direction - enough to make her head spin and for nausea to rip through her.

tylorva: (( That was too good a roll. ;) ))

Atella: (hehe)

Atella: rubs her arms as if cold and whispers "there's... something wrong here... please tell me you feel it too"

tylorva: Meanwhile Loenie hurries across and give Mercution a hug. The kid is thin and half-starved like everyone else down here. "Where have you been man? They said the Ink-i-sition got you!"

Mercution_Hastus: ((What is everyone else's reaction?))

Clavis_Morden: wavers for a moment before steadying herself with her staff. "Oh damnation," she says very quietly.

Clavis_Morden: ((is the roll enough to get an idea of what exactly is going on?))

tylorva: (( Give me a Forbidden Lore - Warp rol.. I'll give you a +20 on it due to the good roll. ))

Fatespinner: Clavis_Morden rolled a 86 on a d100 for 1 degrees of failure.

Clavis_Morden: ((FP))

Fatespinner: Clavis_Morden rolled a 51 on a d100 for 1 degrees of success.

tylorva: (( Although you have never encountered such a thing before, yiou think it is some sort of structure deliberately designed to focus the more chaotic elements of the warp into this location - ie a chaos shrine) )

Mercution_Hastus: was taken aback from this unexpected outburst. He slapped the kid on the shoulder couple of times, then moved him aside gently. "I had some bussiness to attend to. Namely, to find out, what the inquisition is doing here. What are they actually hunting for... But it seems in the meantime you have found some friends."

Clavis_Morden: Clavis makes the sign of the Aquila hoping that it will protect her. "Beyond wrong," she whispers to Atella. "there's a blasphemous shrine here, dedicated to the Archenemy." Her eyes are bright with both fear and determination. "We must not fail here."

Atella: swallows audibly

Atella: "Right. So... any suggestions? I don't think they'll just let us smash it"

tylorva: "These guys are strange," says Loenie with a shrug. "But they've been helping us." He suddenly beams. "They caught one of the inkysition men and set fire to him. It was funny!" The kid's face brightens up quite disturbingly.

Clavis_Morden: looks around surreptitiously, trying to count the gangers and cultists. Do any of them psyker-talents? "This plan just has to work. Once we have them we can destroy it." She's still whispering just as quietly.

tylorva: There seem to be about two dozen ganger loitering about, although less than half of them look combat-worthy at the moment. Most are sleeping, eating and relaxing. There are six visible cultists. You can sense one of them near to the centre as one of the psykers. You think the other psykers are probably by the shrine.

Clavis_Morden: ((are they *doing* something?))

Mercution_Hastus: "So. Funny people. What else funny thing have they done, do you know?"

tylorva: (( Nope, they seem to just be mingling around. you have no idea what's going on by the shrine though. ))

tylorva: "They chant strange things," says Loenie cheerfully. "And say weird prayers. I learned a few. Wanna hear?"

Clavis_Morden: "No!" Clavis bursts out before she can stop herself.

Clavis_Morden: "Erh. I mean, there's really no need ..."

Fatespinner: tylorva rolled a 98 on a d100 for 4 degrees of failure.

tylorva: There's a lot of noise in the room and Clavis's outburst doesn't seem to draw any attention.

Clavis_Morden: Even though she catches herself Clavis looks like the ground beneath her feet may be about to crack. Which isn't far from the truth as far as she is concerned.

Mercution_Hastus: "This is un-frakking-believable." Mercution says through gritted teeth. No small feat. "Anything else you can say about them? And I heard Horatio is now caring for the Cleaners?"

tylorva: Loenie looks disappointed that he can't show off what he has learned. "Yeah Horatio is in charge now. He's over there." He points to the dark alcove where all the bad stuff seems to be emanating from.

Clavis_Morden: is holding on tightly to the standard-issue staff, somehow looking bowed down and far older than her youthful face would suggest. "How about we meet him?" She suggests.

tylorva: Loenie peers at Clavis. "He'll think you are an inkysition spy," he says. "He thinks everyone is." He ponders it for a moment and then glares somewhat. "You're not, are you?"

Mercution_Hastus: "Yeah, good idea. I have some questions about his management decisions." Mercution spares one detached glance towards the boy. "No. No, we are not "spies". Stay here, will ya?"

Clavis_Morden: meets the boy's eyes for a moment, before shaking her head tiredly. She says nothing.

tylorva: "Sure Hastus," says Loenie, who promptly wanders off to one of the cookfires.

Atella: "Let's go talk to your friend, shall we?"

Clavis_Morden: ((shoudl I roll Deceive?))

tylorva: (( Nah. ))

Clavis_Morden: "We must succeed and quickly," Clavis quietly brings Mercution up to speed. "That cult, they have some unholy place of worship here. The Emperor only knows what could happen."

Clavis_Morden: "And it's right where this Horation is, and probably two of their witches as well."

Mercution_Hastus: "Atella, check your shotgun, please" says Hastus calmly, "Clavis... Do... what is necessary to do." Mercution slips his hand in his flak coat and turns on the stummer discreetly - in the overall noise of the cave this is a redundant measure, yet still good to have.

Atella: pats her shotgun and nods discreetly

Clavis_Morden: nods seriously.

Mercution_Hastus: walks towards the alcove, then stops for a moment right before it, listening.

tylorva: As you approach the shrine, the darkness starts to part, revealing a horrific construction of bone, trinkets and foul symbols that make your stomachs turn. A crudely carved idol os some bird-like creature rears up from the altar, and is surrounded by candles and ritual symbols. There are four people here. Three cultists and one large, leather and spike clad ganger...

tylorva: Mercution recognises the ganger as Horatio. One of the cultists is dressed in finer robes than the others along with a feathered headdress that strecthes down his back. The spikes on his pauldrons seem to be encrusted with blood and slime.

Clavis_Morden: "Don't look at it," Clavis hisses under her breath.

Mercution_Hastus: ((At what range are we?))

Atella: 's eyes skitter over the construction and then focus on the people

tylorva: (( you are by the alcove entrance and now about 6 metres away. ))

tylorva: (( The alcove is directly off the main room through an archway - no tunnel in between. ))

Atella: whispers "so... now what? I don't want to just start shooting..."

Atella: 's eyes look at the cave behind them

Mercution_Hastus: ((Well, I plan to start shooting. If you have any objections, say so. ))

Atella: (we start shooting, we go out in a blaze of glory when the others jump us from behind. This is not a good plan )

Clavis_Morden: ((Better to try and get the Cleaners on our side as we planned otherwise it's us vs everyone))

Mercution_Hastus: ((Not if we kill relevant bad guys and adress the crowd afterwards. Best way to win a debate - remove the opponent.))

Clavis_Morden: ((MMh. Mercution knows the underhive gang psychology best - with that knowledge in mind, could that work?))

Atella: (* looks for the quicksave button... damn)

tylorva: (( You think at present, the gangers will attack you if you attack Horatio. They seem loyal to their leader. They also seem pally with the cultists. ))

Mercution_Hastus: ((Okay, okay. Violence solves everything, but occasionaly it's a solution that is better to postpone...))

Atella: whispers again "let's go back and try and get more people on our side..."

Atella: takes a step back

Mercution_Hastus: ((Is it just an open entrance - not even a shroud or curtains?))

Clavis_Morden: ((Psykers confirmed to be at the shrine? Headdress guy is a suspect, of course ...))

tylorva: There's no physical barrier. But the darkness itself seems to be shrouding the entrance.

tylorva: (( Yeah, headdress guy and one of the others ))

Mercution_Hastus: ((No one here has any sense for dramatics, only of self-preservation. :) Well, this is 40k, admittedly...))

Atella: (dramatics only get you killed so much sooner ;)

Mercution_Hastus: ((Amusing. "To the confrontation or back down and recruit more allies?" Feels like a Bioware game. ))

Mercution_Hastus: ((I suggest we go on in, attract all the possible attention and recruit supporters with oratory.))

Clavis_Morden: ((that was the idea, I thought, yes))

tylorva: (( I'm a big fan of Bioware games. ;) I would sell my soul for Bioware to make a 40K based game. ;) ))

Clavis_Morden: ((Yeah, that would be cool :D))

Atella: (don't see that happening ;)

tylorva: ((That;s why I am willing to sell my soul for it. ))

Atella: (heh)

Mercution_Hastus: ((Indeed. "Recruit Eldar, Tau and Squats to fight Necrons." I dread it.))

tylorva: (( Anyway, you are standing in front pof these four guys. You have a fraction of a second to confront them before they confront you. Are you doing anything? ))

Atella: (I'm backpedalling, I'm backpedalling! ;)

Clavis_Morden: ((Mercution, fearless leader, paragon prompt or renegade prompt? :p))

Mercution_Hastus: ((I wish, "Renegade Interrupt". But it is against common decision. ))

Mercution_Hastus: takes a long view of the scene.

Mercution_Hastus: "Horatio!" He calls out loudly, his usually hoarse voice fillng the cavern. He doesn't bother, that someone will hear - he expects it. "Get over here!" It was not a friendly invite.

tylorva: The group of four had turned to face the intruders as they entered, peering into the unnatural darkness, but Mercution is the first to speak up. Horatio steps forward from the others. "Hastus," he says in a gruff voice, clutching some kind of maul weapon tightly. "Word is you joined the Inquisition."

Mercution_Hastus: ((Do I even know the word and vague meaning of Chaos? Or the same under any other term?))

tylorva: (( I'd say you have heard of it as a terrible bad thing. But thats probably all you know. ))

Clavis_Morden: (( "the Archenemy" spoken in similar tones as "Satan" by a medieval Christian, perhaps))

Mercution_Hastus: "Word is you are a Chaos-worshiping scum. Now I see it for myself." Mercution speaks clearly and deliberately - for the benefit of all onlookers and listeners. The _word_ was heavy and coarse on his tongue, bitter in the mouth. He relied on it's weight.

Clavis_Morden: is pale and sweating but miraculously she isn't trembling. Never before has she had to face such darkness. None of the forgotten, the rogues, the nascent cults brought in by master Ravion ever were that deep into corruption.

tylorva: The cult leader steps forward, lifting his staff menacingly. "These intruders are the spies you have been looking fir Horatio," he says in a slimy voice. Horatio just glares. "Worshipping, no. But when the Emperor and all else abandons us and declares us enemy, then we turn to others who will aid us. Is it true Mercution? Are you fallen so far?"...

tylorva: He glances at Clavis and Atella. "You bring unknowns into my domain."

tylorva: (( Psyniscience roll from Clavis ))

Fatespinner: Clavis_Morden rolled a 75 on a d100 for 2 degrees of failure.

Atella: barks a laugh. "Me? A spy? I'm just here because my buddy here was worried about what was going on back home... and he was right, it seems"

Clavis_Morden: is silent, reciting litanies against fear and mantras of focus in her mind. He isn't talking to her as much as to Mercution and being overlooked suits her just fine.

Mercution_Hastus: "While I've been looking, Horation, searching for the reason and meaning for the slaughter caused in the Underhive, seeking, how to stop it, YOU have brought the enemy right into our ranks! While the purge lasts and Inquisition hounds hunt for the likes of them and their masters," Mercution points at the feathered cultist, "you shelter them!"

Fatespinner: tylorva rolled [6, 3, 6, 1] for a total of 16

Fatespinner: tylorva rolled a 77 on a d100 for 2 degrees of failure.

tylorva: (( Go go NPC with one fate point! ))

Fatespinner: tylorva rolled a 4 on a d100 for 5 degrees of success.

Atella: (uh oh)

tylorva: (( :D ))

Atella: (well, it was nice knowing you guys)

Clavis_Morden: ((is it possible hold an Invocation use prepared as long as you don't do anything else? Rather than rolling for Invocation every few seconds in case a fight breaks out?))

tylorva: (( Fine by me. ))

tylorva: "You left, Hastus!" yells Horatio, stepping closer. "You have no say any more! We do what we need to survive!" The cultist leader seems to stare intently at Mercution for a long moment and then his face cracks into a grin. "He IS an Inquisition spy. For... Vika Shaeye... yes..."

Clavis_Morden: ((in that case Clavis' mantras of focus are to prepare in case she has to tuoch the warp))

tylorva: (( Now would be a great time for initiative. ))

Fatespinner: Clavis_Morden rolled a 70 on a d100 for 1 degrees of success.

Fatespinner: Clavis_Morden rolled [9] for a total of 9

Clavis_Morden: ((initiative 12))

Mercution_Hastus: ((FP for Initiative 10+5))

Mercution_Hastus: ((Range?))

Clavis_Morden: ((if that's the mind reading power in the book it needs touch and opposed WP iirc, though of course it could be something different))

tylorva: (( Sorcery. ))

tylorva: (( and something else. Which i'm not telling you. ;) ))

Clavis_Morden: ((What would Clavis roll to know that this isn't your usual psykery?))

Mercution_Hastus: ((Ah, assumed as much. And with those DoS, if they are relevant to roll, I have no chance to oppose))

tylorva: (( FL Warp or FL psykers. ))

Fatespinner: Clavis_Morden rolled a 57 on a d100 for 0 degrees of success.

tylorva: (( Yup, close range. ))

Mercution_Hastus: ((One other thing. They are showing their agression? Reaching for weapon, targeting us, etc.?))

Fatespinner: tylorva rolled [4] for a total of 4

Fatespinner: tylorva rolled [9] for a total of 9

Fatespinner: tylorva rolled [4] for a total of 4

tylorva: (( Not yet. Actions will go in initiative order. ))

tylorva: (( @Clavis. You felt an odd tingle when he did that - that was no psychic power you've ever been taught. ))

Mercution_Hastus: ((And weapon/armour of the enemy combatants?))

tylorva: (( Horatio has a shockmaul of some description and an autogun currently stowed over his shoulder. the head cultist has a staff. The other psyker cultist appears unarmed. the third cultist has a sword and a lasgun. ))

tylorva: (( Horatio has a mixture of heavy leathers and flak. The cultists don't seem to be waeting any visible armour. ))

Clavis_Morden: ((so, with 10 plus his Ag bonus Mercution goes first, I believe))

tylorva: (( Ok, so initiative order is: Hastus on 14?. The cult leader on 13. Clavis on 12, Horatio on 9, the other two cultists on 7. Atella TBA ))

Fatespinner: Atella rolled [7] for a total of 7

Atella: +4

tylorva: (( Ok, Hastus first. The cult leader has just spoke up. What do you do? ))

Mercution_Hastus: ((Unfortunately, that means that I will have to fire first... This will look bad.))

tylorva: (( Mercution felt nothing from the head cultist. You have no idea what he did. ))

Mercution_Hastus: ((A lot of onlookers in the proximity?))

tylorva: (( The main room is just behind you. you are to some extent shrouded in unholy darkness, so they may not notice what is going on. But if shooting starts they will definitely hear it. ))

Mercution_Hastus: ((But will they know who fired first - that is the important thing. Otherwise I am all ready to spray them.))

tylorva: (( They will get a difficult awareness check to see through the darkness. ))

Mercution_Hastus: had only a moment to recognize what happened. Emperor damn that witch - yet he didn't even feel anything. Yet he makes sure to cry out, as if in pain, "Damn witch!" The autopistol leaves holster immediately. Mercution targets the feathered cultist and squeezes the trigger.

Fatespinner: Mercution_Hastus rolled a 23 on a d100 for 5 degrees of success.

Fatespinner: Mercution_Hastus rolled 4 successes against TN 7: [1, 2, 5, 10, 8, 8]

Mercution_Hastus: ((This is 3, 5, 7, 12, 10, 10))

Mercution_Hastus: ((For RF))

Fatespinner: Mercution_Hastus rolled a 68 on a d100 for 0 degrees of success.

Mercution_Hastus: ((Then it is 3, 5, 7, 21, 10, 10))

Clavis_Morden: ((wow))

tylorva: (( Ok, dodges from each of them: leader first. ))

Fatespinner: tylorva rolled a 82 on a d100 for 4 degrees of failure.

Fatespinner: tylorva rolled a 27 on a d100 for 2 degrees of success.

tylorva: The head cultist tries to duck aside, but the bullets don't seem to really scratch him anyway. Horatio sees what Mercution is doing and dives aside nimbly, avoiding the perfect shot, but the follow ups both strike true.

tylorva: (( Awareness roll to see if anyone elsewhere notices who fired first. ))

Fatespinner: tylorva rolled a 39 on a d100 for 1 degrees of failure.

tylorva: (( They don't. But they have been alerted by the sounds fo shooting. ))

tylorva: The chaos sorceror calls upon his dark god and draws forth the power of the warp.

Fatespinner: tylorva rolled [3, 8, 2, 5] for a total of 18

Clavis_Morden: ((does he actually say something about his dark god? If he uses sorcery I assume he's doing incantations and stuff?))

Fatespinner: tylorva rolled a 30 on a d100 for 0 degrees of success.

tylorva: He chants in a deep tone, calling upon an entity called Tzeentch. The name sends shivers down everyone's spines, conjuring forth visions of darkness and chaos. Whilst his chant continues, he removes a stub round from his robes and swallows it down whole.

tylorva: (( Can everyone give me Wp rolls. Also I really need to finbish there, but we can carry on next week. ))

Fatespinner: Atella rolled a 61 on a d100 for 2 degrees of failure.

Fatespinner: Mercution_Hastus rolled a 14 on a d100 for 2 degrees of success.

Atella: (fp)

Fatespinner: Atella rolled a 17 on a d100 for 2 degrees of success.

Fatespinner: Clavis_Morden rolled a 40 on a d100.

tylorva: (( All succeeded? ))

Clavis_Morden: ((that's success either way, but number of degrees depends on this counts as resisting a psychic power - I assume yes))

Clavis_Morden: (remember that we have Sand with us)

Clavis_Morden: (which doesn't sound like such a good idea now ... :s)

tylorva: (( always forget sand! *rolls for him* ))

Fatespinner: tylorva rolled a 24 on a d100 for 3 degrees of success.

tylorva: (( he passes! ))

Atella: (yay)

Mercution_Hastus: ((It is his favorite psychic power, I assume. Forget Me.))

tylorva: (( Nah, he did a sorcery power. ))

tylorva: (( The bad guy that is, not sand ))

Clavis_Morden: ((unless the effect is obvious, can Clavis roll to understand what he's doing?))

tylorva: (( No. You need forbidden lore of sorcery to figure that out. ))

Clavis_Morden: ((that would be Daemonology, I assume, since the book doesn't list 'Sorcery' as a subject?))