And the Stalking was Hung Ch. 02

I hate it when it snows here in Austin. Texican's never know how to properly drive in the snow and all of the hills around here make things just that much worse. Too many fools think they can still drive sixty plus in a thirty zone and then get surprised when they brake at the last second as usual and end up plowing into someone or something else less moveable. That's the nice thing about Flyvers? a good flying car avoids most, but not all of those idiots. Too bad they're still too expensive for most folks, and a tad too unsafe in my opinion. I'll just stick to my old Ford Pinto ? it's still the most reliable and safest car ever built.
It doesn't often snow in Austin at Christmas time, it's usually a once every ten years sort of event around here. I guess there might be something to the Global Cooling panic after all. With over a foot of snow already on the ground and with more winter storms in the holiday forecast for tonight and tomorrow, Christmas Eve, I wasn't about to leave the warm comforts of home for anything less than a full blown crisis. Naturally, the phone picked this time to ring.
"Mr. Zyphyr?" A husky woman's voice asked.
"Zak will do fine, Mr. Zyphyr was my father. He got eaten by a Greenwoods Troll, but that's neither here nor there."
Actually, my father is still alive and well and living with his fourth wife down in Confederate Florida in some dodgy trailer park, fishing all day and running around all night with a vaguely criminal crowd performing minor feats of magic for highly illegal or immoral purposes. A loveable sort of rogue; we talk on the phone occasionally, but I won't pretend that we're close.
I like starting off cold conversations with this story; it lets me know if my potential client has a sense of humor and puts them a bit on the defensive and out of their comfort zone. It also helps to separate out the magically knowledgeable from the merely ignorant or down-right fools. The scariest thing in the Greenwood Plane is semi-sentient green apple tree that will talk your ear off and their apples will give you unceasing intestinal distress for the better part of a week. The local Trolls are about the height of my knee, and vegetarians to boot? they love those green apples and consider them a delicacy.
"Oh?. I'm sorry to hear that Zak. I'm calling you on a different matter, one of desperate importance. I think my soon to be ex-husband is trying to kill me ? sending Shadow Elemental Stalkers after me. How soon can I meet you, and where?"
"The Lovett Inn, just off of MOPAC on Hwy 290 West, a bit past the exit for Barton Creek. If you hit Bee Cave you've gone too far. Be there in one exactly Bakırköy travesti hour. I'll be in either Conference Room A or B on the first floor."
The Lovett Inn is my preferred place to do business. They have a small conference room that is perfect for conducting business meetings and it is less than fifteen minutes from home. I never conduct any business or meet clients at home. I trust my protections, but the fewer people that know where you live, the better. The house is still registered in my Aunts name, so folks can't find me that way either.
Interesting. My potential client knows about Shadow Elementals, but not the Greenwood. Very odd.
Although technically true and of nomenclatural accuracy, no one calls visitors from the Shadow Plane "Elementals" anymore. That went out several generations ago. Even more interesting was the fact that she called them "Stalkers"? a very specific and Victorian era term for the nastier critters at the top of the Shadow world food chain. Ergo, my client must be at least a Sensitive and possibly even some sort of minor Practitioner, but one of very haphazard education. Undoubtedly not licensed? possibly even Renegade.
Renegades are an Adept level Practitioner (or higher) that have been officially censured by the BMA not to practice magic, but continues to do so anyway. These sorts of troublemakers are not as scarce as they ought to be. Finding and suppressing a blacklisted Renegade is a very good way to earn BMA brownie points. No, you unfortunately you can't redeem them to obtain a real Brownie, one of the rarest and most elusive creatures of Faerie.
This was a client who had probably done a bit too much late night reading. Do-it-yourself magical education from antique spellbooks or "Wizardry for Dummies" is a very hit or miss affair. Mostly miss. Half of the instructions for magic in those old books are either inaccurate or blatant nonsense? stuff published by the truckload to pander to the trivially talented hoping for some magical miracle to turn them into a potential Merlin. Mostly all a load of mumbo jumbo, but dangerously deficient in clearly stating what proper safety wards and protections should be used for those occasional magical workings that were listed accurately.
Old bookstores and the InterWeb are full of this sort of dangerous misinformation, and I was willing to bet that my client had partaken of this foolish, but not forbidden fruit.
Driving in the snow anywhere is a pain in the butt. There are several useful minor spells that will make car tires safer in wet weather, but none of these work worth a damn on snow covered roads. Sure, the Artifice Bakırköy travestileri stores are full of gizmos and gadgets that claim they'll help make tires stick better to the road? usually also causing the snow to stick to the car nonstop until it turns into a drivable snowman. This can be hilarious to watch? but not so fun to drive with. I made my trip the old fashioned way ? at about ten miles and hour, driving like my late Aunt Millie. Bless her soul.
Even after driving like a little old lady, I still arrived at the Lovett Inn about a half hour before my client. In Texas there are a lot of things named after John Lovett, hero of the Texas Revolution and major league world-class Wizard. It was Lovett's finding of the Lost San Saba Gold Mines, also known as Jim Bowie's Lost Treasure, in 1844 that saved the Republic of Texas from certain bankruptcy at its' eleventh hour.
There are countless "What-If" books of fiction that speculate that if Lovett had not found this immense lost treasure hoard and freely turned it over to the Republic to pay its numerous insurmountable debts, Texas would have soon sold itself over to the United States in return for debt relief. It is further speculated that with Texas (and all of her vast claimed lands westward that now constitute the GWA) as a part of the Union, the North would have easily won the Civil War, instead of the South, creating one immense government over all of North America, instead of the balkanized assortments of organized states that we have today. An interesting theory I have often mused about, but I now had work to do.
It is a standard security practice to use neutral third-party locations for meetings, and the Lovett Inn is always my first choice. It has a fairly secure layout with only main entrance inside and its' two conference rooms are right on the main floor next to the check-in desk. The hotel is also a bit out of the way and not normally always booked up so getting a meeting room usually isn't very difficult. They also skimp on their housekeeping, so if I could get Conference Room A, the odds were that at least some of my previously made subtle protections might still be there. With the twenty year old mechanical vacuum that they use, my collection of hidden chalk and salt marked pentagrams and protection circles imbedded in their extremely old carpets might remain there forever? if you know where to sit.
Anyone can say anything over the phone, so you can never be sure that your prospective client is going to be of a friendly sort. My first choice, Conference Room A was available, as it usually was, but I couldn't be sure until I had arrived Travesti Bakırköy here; I've never seen both A they may have the rank, but they'll get zero respect in the Officer's Mess and your bosses and peers will all hate you.
Most Adepts just accept their place in the established pecking order but I have to admit that I've never cared a bit about being loved or respected by my peers. I'd load myself up to my nose with arc-tech if I thought any of it might someday come in handy. I usually make my own but I'm always looking for something nicer, newer or shinier that might give me an edge someday.
"Tell me, why you think that your soon to be ex-husband is sending Shadow Stalkers after you?"
She did? and in a bit too much detail. She had certainly seen at some point in her life the creatures she was describing, or at least some of the lesser powered entities. The Shadow Plane is a pretty nasty place, and like many things in the magical world we live in, it's not technically illegal here in Texas or the GWA to contact or summon creatures from that Plane of existence, but it's never a good idea to do it though and it really ought to be illegal. They're too different from us? many would say they're "evil", and I would probably agree in principle. Legal or not, anyone summoning such a creature would find themselves under a BMA investigation, immediately if not sooner.
Nothing is ever purely black or white, but the Shadow realm is full of a lot of nasty and vicious things that like to come over here to visit, but rarely make good house guests. At a minimum they'll use the wrong forks at dinner, chip the good china, eat the fine crystal? and your pets, and go after the small children for the after brandy entertainment. There is certainly no good reason to ever want to summon even some of the minor weaker entities? it's always trouble.
Actually, the descriptions she gave were all for very minor denizens of that unpleasant and gloomy realm (there is a reason they call it Shadow, after all). Strictly minor league "A" level baseball stuff, but a step up from the Sally League weaklings that most juveniles and overly precocious children end up summoning to torment a disliked nanny or school kid. Trust me - no one holds grudges like school kids do, except for a scorned woman... but that's a different matter.
Just the same, no one, except a pathological idiot, sends minor Shadow visitors to perform assassinations. It's like sending a Boy Scout out to cut down a tree with their pen knife when there is a perfectly adequate lumberjack with a chainsaw standing nearby. Oh they can do the job, eventually? but it's pretty messy.
Moderate Shadow fiends could be extremely deadly, however? and major Shadow creatures make some of the nastiest executioners known, and aren't at all squeamish about killing a few hundred innocent bystanders in the process. This could really be potentially serious and I now had to treat it as such.