<div align="center">(http://i40.tinypic.com/aze9nc.jpg)</div><br/>Norfolk, a city like none other. Home to the world's largest naval base and a variety of cultures and subcultures to rival that of any other major metropolitan area. With lovely beaches, fabulous dining, and a night life scene to be envied, it really doesn't get the credit it deserves. You would know, you live there. Or at least close enough that you say Norfolk, few enough people know Hampton, Portsmouth, Elizabeth City or any of the other myriad towns that make up the greater Hampton Roads area. Situated just far enough from the seat of influence held by the Seers of the Throne in D.C., it has been a staging ground for a number of attempted assaults to take back the country from those who seek to mire the populace in the lie that keeps them believing that there are no miracles, no heroes, and that magic is dead. Some of you grew up believing the Lie and have only recently become aware of its hypocrisy. Others have known for some time that the world is far larger than you thought it was, holding many a wondrous and frightening being like yourself within itself. Regardless of all these things, you somehow found your way to the area and are gathered for yet another meeting of the consilium. Moving as it does from time to time, this meeting is being disguised as a performance of the Symphony Orchestra at Chrysler Hall in Norfolk, this will allow those of you who look as though you'd attend such a function to arrive through the front doors as if you should be there, and those of you less prim and proper to make a hasty entrance through a service door or side entrance. People rarely take notice of these things, and being mere blocks from a mall and innumerable parking structures allows for a hasty exit and scattering should anything befall you.<br/><br/><hr/><strong>Inside</strong><br/>There is more than enough seating inside for all the mages of the area, as well as for those of consilium office on stage. They aren't particularly trying to lord their status over the others, it merely helps if they're on a raised platform and can see everyone. A buffet table has been set up in the orchestra pit with hors' douvres set out. They find these meetings better attended if there are snacks, and in the current world they can spare a little especially for those of their number downtrodden by fiscal crisis or unemployment. The last thing they need is for a mage to draw attention by performing vulgar acts just to be able to put food on the table. The Heirarch, a "Mr. Rogers", though whether that be his name or a pseudonym is uncertain; certainly none have ever tried workings against him that functioned, is up on stage and looking very little like his namesake. He's a rather rotund gentleman of some forty years, with enough hair to not require combing over but probably set in that style anyway, and the fashion of a college professor regardless of whether he was one or not. The various Councilors are assembled as well, and to some degree known by those within their orders. Along with the Heirarch within the Silver Ladder sits "Bella", a pale woman unfortunate enough to earn the name after a horrible conflux of bad luck pitted her against a werewolf and a vampire, both of whom she readily handled with a mastery of matter turning bullets to silver, and then dissolving the vampire in a deluge of improvised napalm. From the Free Council come "Jekyll", a Mastigos and goetic study with more than enough bulk to be his own Hyde, a la Biff from back to the future, and "Doctor When", an Acanthus tech-mage, notorious for horrible puns and knowing things that he shouldn't know. The Arrow rounds out the council with its member in "Red", a man who has the skin tone rather than the hair color of his sobriquet, a remnant of the Cherokee people who fled to Virginia in ages past. He's one of the older mages present and for a man of his age looks spectacular. Perhaps it owes itself to his legacy, a Perfected Adept, and one who is known to take on initiates who are willing to undergo massive exertion in pursuit of physical improvement. Aside from Jekyll they are all generally approachable, though the Sentinels rarely allow such close contact without a nod. There are easily a half dozen of such officers stationed throughout the auditorium, and probably more that are maintaining wardings against scrying or discernment elsewhere.<br/><br/>The meeting is taking place in the month of March, Friday of the 22nd. Snacks and socializing will continue from 6 until 7:30, at which time the meeting proper will commence. Notice was handed down to you through channels, or in the case of a particularly hard to find individual, communicated through mysterious messengers who somehow found you despite your best efforts at avoidance. The consilium is not to be avoided, as renegade apostates are a danger to the Veil, and some Guardians take their vows with the utmost sincerity.