A bit of information. (Move your mouse to reveal the content) A bit of information. (open) A bit of information. (close) This is a Socially driven game that is set in a Modern Fantasy setting! Harry Potter. WoD. Dresden Files. Anita Blake. Buffy. Various books by Patricia Briggs (Mercy books and the Alpha and Omega books). Magical bookstore. Werewolf owner. There's your basics, let's play! It was raining. Raining so hard that the gutters couldn't keep up and miniature tidepools were forming in the streets, that the sidewalks were turning into waterfalls and people were wondering if they should have brought a boat and a swimsuit. Perhaps a wetsuit would be better in the case, the temperature was hovering above freezing and some of the rain was a little more solid than it should have been. The temperature inside the bookstore was balmy. Ceramic heaters pushed hot air around and the owner basked in the warmth and tried not to shiver every time the door was opened letting in a gust of cold, wet air. If there had been more static electricity there might have been a chance for small thunderstorms amidst the overcrowded bookshelves. The afternoon was wearing into the evening, the cloudy skies making the dark come on even faster and Gwyn Stryker was sitting behind the counter, an electric heater at his feet. A cup of coffee at his pale fingertips and a new old book was propped up in front of him. It was nice to find these old spellbooks, they were entertaining to say the least. What before had to be done with magic could now be done with electricity without a draw on your power. That was exciting. Gwyn wasn't much of a wizard or a sorcerer, hedge witch was more along his speed but he didn't do much with hedges. Gwyn thought he was funny. Less spells and more herbal work. It certainly made sure the bookstore smelled like rosemary and a hint of garlic. If anyone asked Gwyn could always tell them he was making spaghetti in the back. No one ever asked. Besides, the garlic made the vampires who came in for books itch and that was always a bonus. Damn bloodsucking creeps. They made Gwyn's skin crawl. The bell over the door tinkled merrily in the almost-silence of the bookstore. Gwyn didn't raise his head from his book. “Good evening and welcome to The Third Owl Bookshop. Are you looking for something in particular?” Gwyn finally raised his head, blonde hair shifting from behind his ears as he looked up.