sekmet

Here's Sienna Miller as she might look in a live action movie as Sekmet

http://sekmet-coh.deviantart.com/art...ovie-133591375

Done using Gimp 2 working over a photographic reference taken from The Guardian's G2

Thankyou, might I suggest you take a look at the other stories I have up on Deviant. Some are pure CoH others form an alternate view of our world and will lead to showing how my characters enter these other "game " worlds

Hi sekmet here sometime artist much more writer have a look here http://sekmet-coh.deviantart.com/

also as Silver Spirit cant even get on the boards his stuff is here http://silverspirituk.deviantart.com/

yeah it really doesn't like text I tried to post a companion piece and it wouldn't...so here's a link again http://sekmet-coh.deviantart.com/art...mers-131818303 if you look in the gallery you will see various versions of these characters as grownups

Yup they also changed my password to my game password, without my permission I'm pretty unhappy about that as I had deliberately set it up so I had different passwords to log onto the board and into the game, you know security and all that.
TBH I'm pretty unimpressed overall by the new board, compared with other forums I'm on it's well how shall I put it...out of date, on other forums you can upload files, pictures show as thumbnails openable by just clicking on them, and to put the tinhat on it I just tried to post a story in the creative section and you can't paste text in as it apparently it doesn't like paragragh breaks.

Just colour me unimpressed.

I was going to post a short story about the first meeting of two of my characters but this board doesn't apperar to like you pasting text into a thread so I suppose I'll just have to put it on Deviant instead. http://sekmet-coh.deviantart.com/art...ight-131814088

Ok and been hanging fire on posting stuff 'cos it was starting to look silly with so few people posting at the mo. Anyway here's some links to some new pictures, again done with Gimp as it does do text nicely, I've also learned gradients and some use of texture.
Ok here's the links...
http://sekmet-coh.deviantart.com/art/O-Ryan-129846505
and
http://sekmet-coh.deviantart.com/art...arke-128906706

Um you do know that the US is a very big country...with a few timezones...8am is just 12 midnight on the West Coast..oh and the Aussies and New Zealanders tend to play on the US servers and there it would just be early in the morning..a saturday morning..so I cant say I'm that surprised with that sort of number on what is one the busiest servers.

This isn't to say that access to all servers, us to theirs, them to ours, wouldn't be a bad thing at all

They are composite pictures done in GIMP....and yes that might be BombGirl as she is in an alternate reality

There are some pictures here that have been used http://www.champions-online.com/rate_my_champion/84537

lets us know what it is when you can so we can all rush out and buy it

Here's a picture of some of the staff at Spirit Tech featuring Silver Spirit, DiNamique and GuardDog

http://sekmet-coh.deviantart.com/art...rity-128277788

And here's chapter 3, with this the world in which we live becomes maybe bigger than we realise. This is a glimpse into the wider world in which the stories are set, enjoy.

Sometimes she was left wondering how Box ever managed to tail anyone in London, Waterloo on even a quiet day was a maelstrom of human movement. There were people rushing in every direction, to the trains, to the coach station, to the underground, she used that maelstrom to her advantage to go first one way then the other before slipping down to the underground. There she jumped onto a tube, at the last moment, that was heading to Embankment, where she got out, went out of the station out onto the street, then reentered the station from the other entrance, jumped onto another tube to Victoria. Where she switched lines, after a few doublebacks, to head towards Green Park where she changed again and went to Piccadilly Circus with one last change taking her to Oxford Circus. She then walked to Oxford Street and headed to Primark, a lovely place full of hundreds of people just milling around, perfect for washing your tail. In out and round about, if anyone was still following her now they'd have to be magicians.

She decided to take one last pass through Selfridges just to work the charm and she had just gone past the Brass Rail, passing the fountain near the stairs, as she always did, she tossed a silver coin in the fountain, she then started to head to the escalator, when everyone but her seemed to stop moving.It took less than a moment for her to notice, stop and look back, there over the water of the now stationary fountain, was a shimmering, twirling silvery light.The air above the fountain's pool seemed to split, light spilled out and the figure of a woman stepped through, at first limmed in light as if she was just a silhouette. Caroline was left standing almost as if entranced, the woman was wearing a pale grey shift of midcalf length, her bare feet floating above the surface of the water, she had long dark blue-black hair, through which intricate gold earings could be glimpsed dangling,catching the light, sparkling. She turned to Caroline, her sad face almost smiling, though tears seemed to stream down her face, to drip into the water below her.

"Ah Caro, daughter, come sit with me for a while." with that she seemed to descend invisible steps until she came down to sit on the edge of the fountain, gently patting the mock-stone beside her. Caroline found herself being drawn over , sitting down next to her, looking deep into those deep blue-green eyes, seeing those seemingly inexhaustible tears, stream down her perfect cheeks. Caroline remembered that as a child she had just accepted this as normal,it was just like stepping into a storybook world, but this was Selfridges and she was no longer a child.Her carefully built inner calm was shattered, was this real?

"Oh my dear girl you are not going mad, I am as I was when I comforted you by my pool after your mother died,"
This did not exactly help, as Caroline had sort of rationalised her memories as a product of grief, childhood and an over active imagination, over a period of a year or so when her mother had so tragically died.She had met with this woman, Saitada, who said she was a friend, there to help, to share the burden of a child's grief. Later at university, she had found Saitada, a pre-roman goddess of springs and grief, while rearching a paper, she had been surprised and was left wobndering how as a child she had come up with this name. Now her mind was racing could this be real, could she have really met this ancient goddess as a child It also did not help that it seemed as if this woman, Goddess, knew her very thoughts.
"You realise that when I last left you I gave you my blessing, that is part of the reason why you have certain abilities and facilities, though of course your training from childhood, with your sister and friends, with Master Tan Xi and others helped but you were always better at the more magical elements weren't you?"
Caroline could only nod her head.
There was a tinkling laugh, like water falling down a waterfall, a sound incongruous, the tears still falling.
"So my blessing did help and now after all these years I sense that soon you will need my help again, the time is upon, as it was for your sister,recently, when you should fully take on your responsibilities. Though obviously from your expression some explanation might help, you do remember me, you do remember my name, of course you do, I know you researched me in the British Library. I know you did not forget me, you have always made your observance," saying this she raised a perfectly scuplted eyebrow, a slight sly smile played momentarily across her lips
." I long ago decided, that for my continued existance, every time someone throws a coin into a spring, a fountain, a pool, a wishing well, or even a water feature in a mall or shopping arcade then they are giving me an act of worship. Hah do not not look at me like that, a Goddess does not survive as long as I have without some wiles." Saying this she sighed, settlingly herself, leaning back slightly, so her fingertips could trail in thge water of the fountain's pool.
"When my tribe were conquered by the Romans I could have just slipped away, been forgotten, but my people needed me more than ever, then of course over time the Romans became my people and everyone who followed them became them too." She turned to face Caroline bringing the full force of her personality to bear on her.
"This world is greater than mortals can see, there are soft places where other worlds draw close to ours, where sometimes it is possible for people, creatures, things to cross. Some of these have become the stuff of your legends, your stories. Some however are not just stories, some have made this world their home and need to be reminded occaisionally that they are here only our sufferance, that they must obey the rules of this world. In a time long ago we Gods and Goddesses, seeing that our world was threatened from within and without,we held a Convocation, we met , we set aside our petty differences, we made preparations against the bad times.We all swore an oath to protect this world and our people. It was decided that it was too dangerous to the fabric of reality to intervene directly, instead it was decided that we might have an avatar, a champion as it were. You have even told stories of these chosen ones, Heracles, Cuchulain and the like. So as I cannot act directly, each age I chose a champion, an avatar, someone, to be my instrument here on Earth and other worlds, so will you Caroline, will you embrace your destiny, will you become my champion?"

Heyas Happy Birthday from Sek and Silver have a Goodun!!

Here's another picture of a new character done in Gimp, using the clone tool....I will master the concept of gradients...some time

http://sekmet-coh.deviantart.com/art...ique-128065494

Ok I'm trying out Gimp to see if I can do some slightly more elaborate pictures, I like combining text into the picture, and Im also trying to add things in from other sources e.g. Math's gun here. I'm reasonably happy with the result though hopefully as I practice I'll get better. So here is...

http://sekmet-coh.deviantart.com/art...cian-127525521

See what you think any comments are welcome

That is gorgeous DrD yes you will be my artist of choice

Here's a very different looking version of BombGirl, strange things happen when you step into a different universe!

http://sekmet-coh.deviantart.com/art...Bomb-127395424

This is chapter 2 and directly follows on from what is now chapter 1 Loaned Out. Enjoy and feel free to comment.

It semed like before she even finished dialling on her mobile, her sister's voice could be heard saying,
"How did it go, you ok Sis, I bet there were no problems" , she interupted this stream to say,
" Well..."
" What ! What do you mean by what, if he's binned you I'll take his soddin' head off..."
"Hang on a mo Sis, no I'm ok I'm not in trouble he just doesn't want to put me back in the frontline yet..."
She heard a sigh,
"Ok I'm alright with that, to be honest I'm happier with that, that last mission you were on was a *******. So you getting a holiday, some time on a beach or knowing you with some primitive tribe in Borneo or somewhere."
" Nah he said he's had a request to loan me out to some other government department, said they wanted someone with my sort of academic background. I'm supposed to go round there later this afternoon an office near the British Museum.." Before she could get any fiurther her sister interupted her,
"Thadeus bloody Smith..."
"Yeah thats him, why? Something wrong with him?"
"Caro we gotta meet somewhere we can talk without people listening, hmmm the Dutch pub by Soho's Chinatown you know it?"
"Yeah"
"Ok I'll see you there 3ish , oh and make sure you're clean.", with that her sister cut the call.

She was left wondering what the hell was going on, why did her sister react that way and why the no tails comment, who would be following her here in London. She was left with what an hour and twenty minutes or so before the meeting, so if her sister wants no tails a visit to some shops is in order.

She decided to head to Waterloo, get the Underground there and then head towards Oxford Street. She'd just turned off Upper Marsh when she heard,
"Give us your bag woman or I'll cut you!"
She turned to see two, well what were teenagers at best, with their hoodies pulled up, scarves covering the lower half of their faces. It is diificult to quite know what they expected as a reaction but laughter was probably not it.
" Not bloody likely, I was only given it last night and I rather like it."

The taller of the two stepped closer, she could see reddened eyes and spots above the scarf, waving a knife in front of her face, her SAS instructor had always said you should never look a gift horse in the mouth, so she darted her left hand out , grasping his hand, then she stepped past him spinning as she did. The effect was an almost whiplike action, as she had locked his wrist, his arm and then his body had to follow, only his path lead past her leg, the result he was wrenched into the air before he knew what had happened. She then continued the movement locking his wrist and arm, stamping her right, high-heeled booted, foot down onto his now exposed back. There was a distinct popping sound as his shoulder dislocated, a wooshing grunt as the air was driven from his lungs, which meant he could only gurgle in pain. A little tweak and a grind of the heel and he was shrieking in pain.

The other hoody looked twice and took to his heels. Caroline let go the the first kid, he wasn't going anywhere in a hurry, she reached to her right wrist and undid the catch on the chain she wore there, a quick shake and it flicked out from her arm, like snake, she stepped after the fleeing hoody whirling the chain, then unleashing it, to fly spinning out after the him. It flew towards his legs, wrapping itself round his ankles bringing him crashing to the ground. His head smacked into the pavement, blood spraying out from his nose as it crumpled.

She turned back to the first hoody , reached down grasped his arm and twisted, again there was a clunk as his shoulder relocated itself. He writhed in pain, she knelt down taking care not to get any dirt on her grey linen trousers.
"Well little man who sent you?"
The only reply was a groan, worried that the noise of what had just happened might attract some official attention, she stood and kicked him onto his back, he yowled inarticularly.She then glanced around to check noone was looking. It was a quiet side road, no twitching curtains, no passersby, maybe that's why they had picked here to try to mug her.
If anyone had been looking they might have seen the woman's fingers blur , making complex gestures, they might have heard some mumbled words in a foreign sounding language, what they definately would have seen was the young man lurch up into a sitting position and start talking.

"No my Lady we were just trying to get your money, no my Lady we don't work for noone else, just need a fix, just need money for a fix."

She rollled back his sleeves to reveal the tracks of repeated injections.
"You no longer need that, you will no longer steal to feed the habit" this was accompanied by a strange darkness wreathing her hands. She then stood up and walked to the other hoody who was lieing unconscious on the pavement. She unwrapped her chain, which then seemed to wrap itself about her right wrist, repeating the process with this one.

" Bloody kids that'll teach you a lesson you shouldn't forget", with that she stood checked her watch, only an hour till she had to meet her sister, and strode, off her heels clicking on the pavement.

Next time what strange things you can find in fountains and other things.

Here meet Caroline Donovan before she became the avatar of her goddess, before she became Saitada. There are links here to ther stories I've written at the moment it's like an unfinished mosaic. I'm working to fill in the gaps, if you read some of the other stories you should be able to get see some sense of the overall arc. Read and hopefully enjoy.

Loaned Out

She walked slowly, across Westminster Bridge, amongst the mid-morning pedestrians, causing some to detour past her as they scurried along to wherever they were going. She could already see the imposing mass of Vauxhall Cross, which was where she was heading, she stopped for a moment the, rush flowing round as if she was a rock in a fast flowing river. She took a deep breath, squared her shoulders and headed towards the meeting, a meeting she was not looking forward too. She was still, if you really looked, favouring her right leg slightly, the bullet that had hit her in her calf, had passed cleanly through and had healed well but it still ached when exercised.

For all that she had passed her fitness review, her last mission had turned into such a shambles that she was not looking forward to see her boss, the Director of Active Operations, properly for the first time. She had of course seen him briefly during her debriefing but given that had been when she was laid up in a hospital bed awaiting the operation to repair her leg, she felt it did not count. So she decided to get it over with as quickly as possible and as a distraction she thought about the fun they'd had last night.

It had been great seeing all the girls again, though it always amazed her how much they'd changed and yet were still the same. They had all met at Joanna's penthouse on the river, there was the first really big change, it was the first time she had seen the place. Joanna had gone from being a teacher to world famous model in what, just over two years and yet she was still the same Jo, though now she had the money and influence to do the things she had always talked about doing. Several hours last night had been spent working out strategies for her new charity to get started helping women and children in places like Darfur, Eritrea and Afghanistan. of course it helps when your friends have slightly different experience and skill sets to most charity boards. Though they still haven't heard what their masters in the Foreign Office and SIS would make of it all. That was another slight worry for the interview, though they had discussed their response last night and if necessary she would just take a leave of absence, hell she was due one after three years off and on in Northern Pakistan and Helmond Province.

It had been fantastic to see her sister and Maryam, as their schedules always seemed to have them in different places or even continents. Helena had apparently been in Darfur and southern Sudan the previous week and was showing a gorgeous golden tan, Maryam had been in Iraq under a chador and her normally slightly olive skin was looking on the pale side. There had been good wine, good food and good company, they had talked late into the night and so had not got up as early as they normally did, then of course while Helena was making breakfast, a journalist had turned up to interview Jo and they hadn't been able to make their proper goodbyes. Hopefully everyone would still be around that evening.

Thinking about these things brought her to the building and after what seemed an eternity of checks, miles of corridors and more lifts than was sensible, she was standing outside the DoAO's office. She took a deep breath, squared her shoulders, knocked and entered. The man behind the desk looked harried, his normally immaculate suit was crumpled, his top button undone and his tie pulled down. She felt uncomfortable enough in her new pale grey Betty Jackson trouser suit and the Christian Laboutin boots, that Joanna had insisted she have, so she could look "the Biz" for this important interview, without seeing her boss like this.

"Ah number 9, Caroline, come in sit down, well you certainly stirred up a real hornet's nest with the info you brought out on your last mission. We're still chasing down a load of leads...oh by the way I like the new look, bit of a change from your normal ripped t-shirts and combats." This was said with a wry grin and a raised eyebrow, with this Caroline knew she wasn't in the trouble she had thought she might be.
"Sergeant Hampson sends his thanks and says there's a few drinks waiting for you behind the bar in Hereford. And further to that my dear, I've heard they've put up a shrine to you in the Sergeant's Mess, you are something more than a minor hero to the SAS boys at the mo. Now personally I'd love to know how you managed to carry a what 15 stone man some 5 miles with a large hole in your thigh."

Unconsciously her hand dropped to rub her left thigh through the linen of her trousers and for a moment she was there, she could almost feel the strange combination of freezing wind of the mountain, the blazing sun, the weight of Hampson over her right shoulder. She remembered the mantra that Master Tan Xi had taught her to block out pain, the Xi Kung breathing cycles to force the thin air into her lungs and generate the chi needed to power her body through the punishment she was putting it through. She gently shook her head to free herself from the reverie, "I'm not exactly sure how I did it sir."
It is always better to dissemble, than truthfully tell people you can do things that seem almost like Magic, that was what she was told as a little girl, first by her goddess and then reinforced by Tan Xi when he saw what she could do in training her.

"To be honest sir I couldn't leave him, that would have alerted them to the fact we had penetrated their base, I had a suspicion that the info I pulled off those two laptops could be useful and I didn't want them changing codes or procedures as that might mean the info became worthless. If hadn't been for that attack by, I take it was the Yanks, a UAV lead strike...we would have been in and out without any problems at all."

"Well we are very glad you did do what you did, that information you downloaded contained their latest codes, locations of some of the top brass, some missions that we now working to track and stop and best of all the jackpot, banking details. You, well we, are severely loved by our cousins at the moment." the chuckling as he said it, " I have not passed on what you said about our cousins after you were extracted, it was rather colourful, to say the least."

"Well sir I was slightly under the weather by then, mind you I do stand by what I said, the Yanks really do need to get back to putting people on the ground, you can't do everything by satellite links, sitting on your [censored] in an office in Langley."

This brought a barking laugh and a large unforced smile from the DAO.
"Right then Caroline, just because the docs say you're ready doesn't mean I agree. Don't give me that look, I know you could so easily fool them it's unreal, however I've had a request for help from a department that your sister has worked with. They want someone with certain special skills," at which he looked up from the notes on his desk with a twinkle in his eye, " and more interestingly they want someone with some scientific or research training. Specifically psychology and anthropology, to be honest I actually think it was a roundabout way of asking for you without actually putting it on paper." He sat back down and leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers, "that is what your degree was in wasn't it?"

"You know it is sir, and as you know if it hadn't been for you keeping me so busy I'd have my PhD by now, Psycho-Social development in pre-modern contact aboriginal societies, the dissertation is pretty much complete and the viva has been put back three times, let's see that mission in Kabul in march, Helmond late April and then this last mission and hospital."

"Ahem as I was saying, the circular asking almost could have been describing you, he's a wily devil that Thadeus Smith. Seeing as I'm not keen on putting you back in the field.." She tried to interrupt him to protest but a raised finger and a stern glare stilled her before she could even start. " I feel that a change would be good you've been in the frontline too much recently, field officers tend to burnout I find, so I think a change would be as good as a rest. Go visit Mr Thadeus Smith, at the Department of Rural Planning see what he wants, then it's up to you but I'm minded to loan you out, to save you in the long run. Come back to me rested, full of vim and vigour, go on off with you, see what he wants...oh and let me know what that sly fox is up to hmm."

" Ok sir mind if I have a word with my sister first, seeing as you said she's had some experience of this man."
" I would expect no less of you, off with you, I've a meeting with our superiors, Box and a two ministers to prepare for."

She left his office, feeling slightly let down, but also relieved the past year had been a whirlwind of fear, violence and close brushes with death, maybe a change of pace would be a good thing, something less dangerous, just for a few months. As she left the building she took out her mobile phone and rang her sister.


Want to know what she looks like and what she's wearing...

http://www.net-a-porter.com/product/48256

http://www.my-wardrobe.com/betty-jac...-betty-jackson

http://sekmet-coh.deviantart.com/art...tada-126351547

Yes Sekmet ....if theres a game, she..or a version of her has been in it...and her story now explains how this is possible

Of course she's not on her own she has a whole Family and friends to help her.

Oh and some versions of her and her Family can be seen at my deviantart page follow the link in my sig

This is a story I wrote for Silver when he was working out a new character..a ninja/storm MM.

He had prepared extremely carefully, there was the circle of salt bounded by certain glyphs and symbols, rendered again in salt and coloured grain and millet seed. He had had also laid out a fine line around this in the millet seed , stained with earth and vegetable dyes, from his medicine pouch. He had conjured the favour of the Sky, the Earth and the rain, he knew that this might be dangerous. when you didn't know exactly what you are dealing with you didn't take any chances. He set the fire, starting it with dried kindling and a spark struck from his firelighter flint, fed it with small pieces of wood collected from the desert trees, salted it with sagebrush and rare aromatic herbs, the fragrant smoke wreathed him. He used it's sacred smoke to cleanse and purify him prior to the main ritual.

A summoning conjuration was not unknown in his tribe but was frowned upon, contact with the dead was unclean but sometimes it was a necessary evil. he owed a debt of honour to this man and been asked by him to discover what spirit was trapped here, bound to the bones that had been found in this cellar.

He took his knife, began chanting, alternately fanning the smoke with his rattlesnake favour and cutting his arm, letting his blood drip into the fire. To get something you must offer something in return, when dealing with the realm of death they seem to prefer blood, the fresher the better.

Where the smoke drifted into the circle it seemed to thicken, moving against itself, then within its folds and swirls shapes formed, first a bird's head, a large cruel pickaxe beak, a shaggy form resolving itself four legs then a smaller shape, seeming sitting, a mouth with a tongue lolling out to one side.

He heard a voice, whether in his head or through the air did not matter,

"Why do you call us here?" the Raven asked
"Yes my son why do you call us to this place of death and evil" asked the Wolf.
"Oh come on why so serious? We all know why he's called us", said the Coyote, its tongue lolling out of its mouth in a seeming laughing smile.

"I called you here to this place my brothers, so that you might help me cleanse this, the spirits need to be freed, they should be allowed to move on and find their peace," saying this he bowed in his kneeling position raising his hands, palms open in supplication.

"Well we could help Wolf Shaman," the Coyote said " but as ever there will be a price to pay.... and I'll tell you now you're not going to like it hehehehe."

Out of the corner of his eye he could see both the Raven and the Wolf turn to glare at the Coyote, it took a degree of control not to smile, to remain respectful. He replied, "I owe the owner of this place a debt of honour, however he does not know this, so I will pay your price so that I might free myself and yet gain an advantage."

The Raven cocked it's head, held him an a cold unblinking stare, then clacked its beak in seeming laughter. "I've always enjoyed our dealings with you Shaman of the Wolf Clan, your keen intelligence and your low down cunning amuses me."

The Wolf turned to face him, "Well little shaman, you agree to our price, even though you don't know what it is yet?"

"I respect you my Clan Father , you would not ask me to do something that would damage our Clan"

"Well let's get down to business then," yipped the Coyote, it's smoke form appeared to run around the room, seemingly gathering sparks of light, from the floor and walls, before actually running through the walls, to return with even more.

"Now my son you must dig, we will show you where.." A place appeared in his mind with directions where to find it. "When you find this place you must dig, it will not be deep and when you find what is there, you must place what we will leave you in its hand. Your task then is to help what you find there to find peace."

The Coyote appeared to be almost collapsing from laughter, "Hehehe so clever is Wolf Shaman....Oh you're so going to wish you'd asked more about our price."

With that the smoke thinned and the animals forms dissipated, though wolf Shaman was sure he could still hear coyote laughing. On the floor, left behind, was a battered tomahawk. Wolf Shaman rose from his knees, stretched slowly and methodically, easing the kinks from his limbs. He then carefully swept the circle away, starting at the northern end, working clockwise until all signs of it were gone, the remains of the salt and the coloured grains were carefully placed in a bag which he took from his medicine pouch. He then tied this bag to his belt for later disposal, after which he carefully stamped out the fire and spread its remains over where the circle had been. Only then did he walk over and pick up the tomahawk. He hefted it in his hand, beautifully balanced, then inspected it closely. It appeared to be a perfectly normal, if very old tomahawk but he could feel the power coiled within it and with his Shaman's sight he could see the pictographs inscribed into the handle. For the first time he started to worry about the deal he had struck, this was a true item of power, he suspected it was Navajo in origin, this meant research was in order but first he must talk to the owner of the house. He looked around him carefully, all signs of the ritual were gone so he turned and climbed out of the cellar.

" Obun Jima, I have talked with the uneasy spirits that infested your house and have persuaded them to move on. It seems that this house was owned by a prohibition era gangster who removed his competition in most unpleasant ways. Your house is now clean my lord. Wolf Shaman stood in front of a small Japanese man showing no fear, an imposing sight, his shock of white hair pulled back taut in a long ponytail, he was dressed in an immaculate dark blue Paul Smith suit with a wolf's head bolo tie, only the medicine bag hanging from his belt giving away that he wasn't just some high-powered executive.

A slightly papery voice replied, " You do me honour in this task, I am glad the spirits have been able to move on from this plane their Kami were upsetting to the Ki of this place. In reward to you for doing this for me I will see that our Clans, both being of the Wolf are joined, this means that if you are ever in need you may call on your Wolf brothers and we will come to help you."

Wolf Shaman bowed deeply to the old man who returned it.


If you want to see what he look like..well the only version he's got online is here;-
http://champions-online.com/rate_my_champion/27915

I was on "the other game" last night and made a version of one of my characters here, Saitada,I took some nice pictures of her new look, but I can't ezactly share them so I did a drawing
http://sekmet-coh.deviantart.com/art...etch-125758056
Then I scanned it in and did some work in elements, boy is that "fun" to use I'll have to get something better but I was quite pleased with the finished result.

http://sekmet-coh.deviantart.com/art...tyle-125767669

Have a look and see what you think =)

I found these pages they seem to be a submission to the editor of the Observer magazine, they seem to be the piece before an interview, I could swear that I recognise some the women mentioned in it...

http://sekmet-coh.deviantart.com/art...itor-125109135

http://sekmet-coh.deviantart.com/art...age2-125109540

(Not being to embed an image it seems to be the only way I can do this is via linkys)

And here is part 3


Mai Li, the Hidden Jade Dragon, observed the man at his large western style desk, he was apparently watching something on a computer screen intently. She was not impressed, he had no sense she was there, so she took advantage to take a tour of his office.

It was strange to find such a westernised room in what was a beautiful Edo period building, elsewhere in the house it was all tatami and gorgeous painted sliding paper screens. There was a wealth of exquisite pottery in one room, obviously set up as a tea ceremony room. The dichotomy had surprised her, this oh so solid room ensconced within this luminous, traditional house.

She had wondered at first if this was truly the Oyabun of the Black Lotus clan but it was, it would seem that even ninjas are not immune to the inexorable rise of the accountant.

She drifted through the air unseen, as she entered flying over the curtain wall, past sensors and tripwires as if they weren't even there. she could of course have ridden in on the electricity supply but she wanted to see the building, to gain a sense of her surroundings in case she had to fight her way out.

She brought a spark of electricity to her finger and flicked it at the man, sat there in this double breasted Armani suit, it crackled as it his neck, overloading his nervous system and reducing him to a jerking, twitching mess. She then allowed her stealth to drop, so she appeared floating in front him, a figure in a bright, apple green silk cheongsam style dress, deeply embroidered with an imperial dragon curling around her body in a figure hugging form.

" Now, now Oyabun of the Black Lotus, what did you think would happen when you sent your Genin against the Jade Dragon Triad?"

Saying which she leant swiftly forward across the desk to jab her long bright green polished fingernail into a nerve cluster in his neck, paralysing him from that point down. Sparks started to curl up from her feet, slowly floating upwards, spiralling round her, until they were circling round her head like a crown. Jabbing her fingernail deeper and twisting, she induced waves of pain in the Oyabun.

"Who hired you? Who thought they could endanger my family? Though to be honest all they have achieved is to attract my attention, which they will regret!"

The Oyabun drew a ragged breath and through clenched teeth he said,
"My Lady, we did not know, we were only given to identify our targets and where to find you in Hong Kong, if we had known, we would never have taken the contract", he gasped, "I of course cannot reveal who hired our clan but they dishonoured us in the way they deceived us, so I will say that, though they dressed as Chinese, they stank of hamburgers, amongst themselves, when they thought we could not hear they spoke in English. They talked of punishing the family of those girls who had transgressed against them."

The woman nodded, bowed slightly and replied,
"Hai Oyabun your honour is restored, where we can we will return your clan brothers to you unharmed, this of course may not be entirely possible but if reparation needs to be made you may contact me here."
With that she laid a small embossed card upon the desk and disappeared.

The card bore only two things, a Jade Green Imperial Chinese dragon and an eight digit number.



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Awwww Sweetie I was so sad to see this

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