And so the place for the meeting was chosen. Lady Liberty had come away from the storm in better shape than the rest of the city. The storm had eaten away the oxidization leaving her gleaming copper form blazing in the night in a way that had not been seen in centuries. It was as if she had just been constructed.

 While it was still sparsely populated due to the reconstruction, it would no doubt be flooded with tourists in the following months to see the spectacle that may never come again.

Michael, Noah, Sal and Mistral arrived on Liberty Island in a swirl of bright supernal mist.  The archmage said to them, "If you've any preparations to make, make them now.  Our guests will arrive momentarily."

Nefertiti and Hank were suddenly enveloped in a bright mist that swirled about them and then revealed them to suddenly be elsewhere.  They found themselves on Liberty Island near the center of Flagpole Plaza with the statue of liberty in the near distance, shining in the light of nighttime spotlights.  There were bystanders milling about, but all gave the gathering a wide berth and seemed unable to notice their presence nor to hear any sound they might make.  It was as if the gathering was not even there at all.

Stood across the open plaza from Nefertiti and Hank was a porcelain-pale woman garbed in magnificent robes and a black blindfold, blue-and-white hair flowing about her as if underwater.  She was accompanied by three men, all known to Nefertiti (ooc: who can describe themselves for Hank's benefit if they're inclined).  The woman greeted the pair of kindred with a placid demeanor, "Bonjour, Nefertiti.  It has been some time.  Enchantée, Hank.  I am Mistral.  This meeting is thoroughly shrouded from the those outside it, so all may speak freely here."

The otherworldly figure paused, then said, "A mutual friend of ours, Milo, was staked through the heart and abducted by a grave enemy.  Nefertiti appears to be on friendly terms with this enemy despite this transgression against her adoptive sire, and has elected to leave him in this state for some time.  I am sure there is a very good explanation."  Mistral made a gesture that opened a circular portal edged in bright vapor, which looked into a featureless white void with Milo suspended motionless with stake still planted in his heart.  "Perhaps you would like to remove the stake and explain matters to Milo personally, Reine?  He is rather put out by the whole affair, you understand.  As his father will be, should knowledge of this reach him."

OOC: We're in this plaza, except at night with Lady Liberty all shiny again :)

This message had punctuation tweaked by the player at 04:09, Wed 24 Aug 2022.

When the group showed up Noah was sporting his human guise. A well-cut suit with a deep cobalt blue Tartan tucked into his vest. He was sporting his kevlar side bag and his golden cane, the ManaStar. A cane that was well gaining back its power. "Thank you for the preparation time. And thank you for the cover."

"Here is a new one for you Mike." He took a knee and put his palm down on the ground. "Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame, With conquering limbs astride from land to land; Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand a mighty woman with a torch, whose flame Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame. “Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she with silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"

He sent his power and mastery into the island, a seed that he pulled on to anchor a temporary Hallow. He couldn't guess the plans that would be going on but connecting to the island would afford him more than just mana.

For the meeting itself he let Mistral talk, he was just there for support.