Editing Toronto (section)

==Points of Interest==
===University===
Full name of the university is not specified in story. Home to [[Isadora]], and often visited by members of the [[Sisters of the Torch]] and the [[Cult of Dionysus]].
===Hyena's Park===
A large park where a dangerous Goblin called the [[Hyena]] resided. Many of it's victims are forced to roam the woods, in pain and anger. It's original name is unknown.
===Sisters of the Torch Demesne===
The [[Demesne]] of the [[Sisters of the Torch]] is located in Toronto and serves as the meeting place of their group, with [[Elder Sister]] at the head.

In appearance it appears to be simple and restrained modern elegance in design, a "church without religion", of cherry wood with traces of gold, water running along gutters on either side of the hallway glowing with reflected candlelight.<ref>The Sisters had no such delusions, and the architecture seemed like a 
pointed statement to that end.  Not a homage to the past, whatever their
 traditions.  Only present and future, here, in a church without 
religion, cherry wood with traces of gold, water running along gutters 
on either side of the hallway, almost gold as it reflected candlelight. - [https://pactwebserial.wordpress.com/2014/06/28/void-7-10/ excerpt] from [[Void 7.10]]</ref> The number of candles make it seem like it's daylight inside and the temperature matches.<ref>I wanted to think that the simple and restrained elegance of it 
seemed more imposing than Conquest’s alien realm, but that wasn’t quite 
true.
I felt like, if the Elder Sister somehow became Lord, like she’d planned, then it would be.
It was hard to breathe in here, and that had nothing to do with the <em>ridiculous</em> number of candles that made it seem almost brighter than daylight.  - [https://pactwebserial.wordpress.com/2014/06/28/void-7-10/ excerpt] from [[Void 7.10]]
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=== [[The Astrologer|Astrologer]]'s Abode ===
A squat one-story building on the outskirts of the city.<ref>Our first stop put us outside a little building on the outskirts of 
Toronto.  Between picking up Maggie and then making the trip, we had a 
long enough drive that we had to stop for lunch on the way.

[...]

The building was only one floor, squat, with a sloped roof.  The<em> snow </em>heaped over it had greater dimensions than the building did.

I knocked.

The Astrologer answered. - [https://pactwebserial.wordpress.com/2014/06/28 Excerpt] from [[Void 7.10]]
</ref> Cramped and musty, filled with old technology and notes.<ref>We sat, in chairs or on the edges of desks, 
where we could find the room.  The room wasn’t much larger than my 
parents’ one-car garage had been when I’d been growing up, and it was 
chock full of computer towers, shelves and boxes.  Where those things 
alone didn’t take up enough space, the place was further littered with 
errant books and stacks piles of paper, a lot of it from some old 
fashioned printer where the paper connected as a series of sheets, end 
to end in one long feed with holes at the side so the machine could 
manipulate it better.  The printouts themselves were faded, featuring 
reams of calculations, and many piles had words written on the sides in 
marker.

[...]

The computer monitors, even, were old CRTs, some black and green.  The 
place smelled like tea, ozone and mold.  The whole setup, including the 
vaguely rounded pile of snow above the building, struck me as being a 
kind of high tech hobbit hole.

[...]

“I like it,” I said.  I wasn’t lying.

“I do too.  Aesthetically.  In terms of 
usability, though, a lot of it’s grandfathered in.  My mentor was 
cutting edge, but cutting edge <em>then</em> is archaic today.  I’m not 
sure if it’s easier to let go of the sentimental attachment or wizard up
 some kind of power up to the equipment.”

[...]

Diana reached backward and grabbed a scrap of paper, scribbling her 
email down. “Don’t feel offended if I take a few days to reply.  My 
modem only does twenty-eight kilobits a second, and I only have so much 
patience.”

I don’t think anyone present wasn’t horribly affronted by the idea.
“Like I said, grandfathered technology and sentimental attachments,” Diana said.

- [https://pactwebserial.wordpress.com/2014/06/28 Excerpt] from [[Void 7.10]]
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