Breakdown of conversation between newbie players and Mister Razi.

Introduction
I wondered when you would be calling upon me. My name is Mister Razi and I have experience in problems such as yours.

Who / What are you?
My African brothers, who know me, know me as a witch doctor, The Jamaicans call me an Obeah man but Voodoo is for the tourists; for the crowd.

The crowd?
You are not in the crowd anymore; you saw and have in turn been seen, you are now players in a larger game – And play the game you must; there’s no going back to painting fences and living quiet lives. You had best arm yourselves for when trouble comes looking for you – and it will. No one can be safe when unknown armies go to war.

Unknown Armies? please elaborate?
I will speak no further of such things – you got to walk the walk before you can talk the talk. Besides nothing is free in my house, though much is permitted.

How did you know we had a problem?
You throw off a stink worse then a dead dog, polluting the ether – of course I knew you have a problem.

Do you know what’s going on?
You carry the scent of unrule. A little piece of chaos f**king with you, doing what it does best, what it exists for, making you suffer, making you hurt. Plucking at your minds, tearing your lives apart – you are its food; steak rare, bloody and delicious.

Can you help us?
I can help you but the way is hard and my services are not free, You will owe me a big favour and I will hold you to it – but I need no enemies – I will not force the issue – turn away if it is what you wish.

I don’t think so
Its your choice but something nasty got its hooks into you and things will only get worse for you. It won’t be long before you will be ripping each other apart for real. I know, I’ve seen it before – it’s not pretty, and that’s just the physical scars.

What must we do?
I will require some items and you must collect them; it must be you or the operation will be a failure and a waste of my time and yours.

I need a silver mirror, some coloured chalks, Hikuri peyote, a flawless convex lens and last but not least all the hair off a live white cat.

You’ve got be to f**king kidding right?
No I am not kidding, shave it bald but do not kill it, try not to hurt it – you’ve got enough problems without courting more. I find its best to put a sheet down so you don’t lose any of the hair. You could sedate the cat if you know how. Don’t loose any hair or it won’t work.

I don’t believe in magic
And why don’t you think magic is real? Because it’s impossible – and you would be right. That is why you cannot do it. What I have in mind is more like a recipe from an old cookbook, it will work because someone not like you, who did believe in magic wrote the ingredients down nice and precise so that anyone can prepare a fine dish.

I am prepared to believe in magic
No, I’m sorry, you may think magic possible or even probable but seeing isn’t believing – you just go and fetch the ingredients and leave the believing to me.

—– Starting a new game I am trying to balance enough information to whet their appetites without giving too much away —–