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Vampire The Masquerade / Re: Transylvanian Chronicles OOC 2
« on: February 27, 2019, 05:45:04 pm »
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Media & Mayhem / Re: Will save world for gold
« on: February 19, 2019, 05:17:41 pm »
Goddamn it only took ~2k pages but we finally got to Ardon's backstory
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Vampire The Masquerade / Re: Transylvanian Chronicles OOC 2
« on: February 14, 2019, 06:57:13 pm »Rolled 1d20 : 15, total 15
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Vampire The Masquerade / Re: Transylvanian Chronicles OOC 2
« on: February 12, 2019, 05:04:12 pm »crazy how I'm not even in the running for serial killer
It's always the one no one expects
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Disciples / Re: Disciples OOC
« on: February 08, 2019, 05:09:54 pm »
Understand, had it happen to me too, if you need to shelve it we can shelve it.
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Disciples / Re: Disciples OOC
« on: January 21, 2019, 03:20:45 pm »
Forge lives in Canada too he's got free clinics as well
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Disciples / Re: Disciples OOC
« on: January 19, 2019, 03:30:13 pm »That's a weirdly long wait, I've taken the wife and lil man a couple times to a walk in and never waited more than like 20mins
This might be because you are yourself a medical professional?
It might have also been less crowded where you are. I went to a clinic at 6:48 AM, 3 minutes after it had opened, and when I was there there were already over twenty people in there. I was the 24th person to be seen, so I guess the actual wait time was just 10 minutes per person, though I still feel that's a bit excessive all things considered.
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Disciples / Re: Disciples OOC
« on: January 18, 2019, 12:38:21 pm »
Or less time consuming.
Waited four hours for a two minute checkup at a clinic today :’(
Had a lump in my chest that I was 95% sure was just a small cyst but wanted to get it checked because i’m not a doctor and couldn’t actually be sure. It was a small cyst.
At least I had something to read though. Though there’s also always the risk that I caught something from waiting in a room for 4 hours with a large amount of diseased people.
Waited four hours for a two minute checkup at a clinic today :’(
Had a lump in my chest that I was 95% sure was just a small cyst but wanted to get it checked because i’m not a doctor and couldn’t actually be sure. It was a small cyst.
At least I had something to read though. Though there’s also always the risk that I caught something from waiting in a room for 4 hours with a large amount of diseased people.
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Disciples / Re: Witches & Demons & Flies - Oh My!
« on: January 12, 2019, 06:24:54 pm »
"I would be able to control the flesh beasts if I were to exert my will on them. Depending on how many Life masters they have they could do the same on short notice. I think it might be too risky to bring along anything or anyone that isn't under our direct command," Killer adds.
"Though since the big ones are amalgamates of multiple beings they're likely to be much harder to control. On the other hand things would also go much worse for us if they did end up getting seized."
You will not be bringing them with you. Those "things" are people.
They're doomed. We could have them contribute to the Lord's cause one last time before they die.
No. I will only let you put them to rest. Nothing more. To even consider using those poor souls like that... I cannot believe Beats would suggest something like this.
Maybe he just doesn't think of them as human anymore? Can hardly blame him for the mistake, I doubt the people themselves even remember they're human at this point.
"I'm surprised they got their hands on Sarapheen though... was she conducting a personal investigation that we didn't know about? I had always assumed if she wasn't with us she was safe up in heaven."
"We should agree on when to next meet. We might not have much time to save Sarapheen but I think we need to recover and prepare. I'd like to ready myself and the rest of you as much as possible if we're going to challenge our enemy in the twilight. I'd like at least a day to prepare."
"Though since the big ones are amalgamates of multiple beings they're likely to be much harder to control. On the other hand things would also go much worse for us if they did end up getting seized."
You will not be bringing them with you. Those "things" are people.
They're doomed. We could have them contribute to the Lord's cause one last time before they die.
No. I will only let you put them to rest. Nothing more. To even consider using those poor souls like that... I cannot believe Beats would suggest something like this.
Maybe he just doesn't think of them as human anymore? Can hardly blame him for the mistake, I doubt the people themselves even remember they're human at this point.
"I'm surprised they got their hands on Sarapheen though... was she conducting a personal investigation that we didn't know about? I had always assumed if she wasn't with us she was safe up in heaven."
"We should agree on when to next meet. We might not have much time to save Sarapheen but I think we need to recover and prepare. I'd like to ready myself and the rest of you as much as possible if we're going to challenge our enemy in the twilight. I'd like at least a day to prepare."
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Vampire The Masquerade / Re: Chapter 2: Venetian Nights
« on: January 12, 2019, 06:13:53 pm »Anton nods.
"Stop us, yes. But they seem to be only targeting the venture delegation." Anton says, his dark wings flapping in the wind.
"But no matter. We should be reaching the Court soon." He says.
Anton can feel Aimery nodding along pleasantly, "Yes, good, it's about time we clear your name isn't it? I'll be sure to testify about the attack, as well as your saving my unlife. I will forever be in your debt for the service you've provided me."
---
While Saladin fumbles with his knife trying to cut at insubstantial shadows, Joseph finally returns (having lost Kiril's tail).
He sucks back in the shroud that he had coated the alley with - as he does so, the nightshade that assaulted his senses also fades away, much to his relief.
Joseph looks to Saladin, "Are you alright? Looks like you took a pretty bad wound". He nods to Saladin's stomach, which the assassin was holding closed with his arms.
---
Maximus scoops Steeple up and leaps out of the hole in the ceiling from where he'd crashed in, flying down to the entrance of the pawn shop that Heldric had busted through - the building was directly adjacent to the seamstress' shop he had crashed into.
"Human guards will be here soon. Should I slay them for you master?"
"We are rather low on the necessities," Maurice comments.
"It would also make Narses pretty mad", He says, though he says it like it's a good thing more than a bad thing.
---
Heldric leaves the scene with his blood brother and pet in tow.
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Vampire The Masquerade / Re: Transylvanian Chronicles OOC 2
« on: January 07, 2019, 04:55:27 pm »Bat - as in a gargoyle is very bat-like.
man, I really thought you meant rat for Minimus
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Vampire The Masquerade / Re: Transylvanian Chronicles OOC 2
« on: January 03, 2019, 06:19:42 pm »
Took a break for christmas and new years and now i've got a bit of a fever, i'll resume updating once i'm feeling a bit better
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Community Conversation / Re: Happy Hollidays ^v^
« on: January 01, 2019, 05:15:10 pm »
Happy new years 
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Vampire The Masquerade / Re: Transylvanian Chronicles OOC 2
« on: December 24, 2018, 07:27:35 pm »
Btw, where exactly is Anton flying to? Or is he just hovering middair right now?
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Vampire The Masquerade / Re: Chapter 2: Venetian Nights
« on: December 24, 2018, 07:26:12 pm »
“He was not present tonight either, was he?” Maximus asks regarding Kiril.
“The fiend must be plotting against you even now master. Him and the human monster who would threaten you. I beg of you master, send me to slay them both. The human isn’t worthy of feeding Eternal Thirst, black and foul as his blood must be.”
***
Though he tries, he cannot see any auras through the cloying darkness around him - he cannot tell if the reason for it is a lack of other beings present or an inability to see anything at all in the current circumstances.
Reaching into his pockets he pulls out a handful of ritual components - a candle, some fragrant scented wood and the sending stone he uses to communicate with Al-Ashrad.
He telekinetically rubs the two pieces of wood together at a furious pace, striking the sensing stone against the nearby wall to shower sparks down on the wood, while dissolving the candle and pulling out the wick, mincing it into bits and spreading it out onto the spot where he wood was being ground together. After a couple minutes of this, he achieved a brief, minuscule flame that pushes back the cloying shadow around him maybe half an inch. Feeding the candle into the flame it grows to a distance of 3/4 of an inch. The nightshades are unswayed.
At this point he has, however, healed all of the internal damage - though his stomach won’t be repaired for a while.
***
Once he’s out of the shadows, Heldric feeds Andreas a bit more blood, after which his blood brother begins to stir in earnest.
It isn’t long before Mr Whitey finds them as well, the crocodile was not far from the fight and had been waiting close to the shrouded area for its masters to re-appear.
“Well, all things considered that actually went pretty well. Assuming Anton doesn’t lose Aimery,” Octavius comments.
“Though we probably have enough information to exhonerate ourselves at this point, just have to submit ourselves to Aliprando’s lie detection.”
***
Aimery shrugs, “We are their enemies. Our clans have been hostile or at war longer than the holy land has been contested. We plan to lead a raid into the heart of the muslim empire and perhaps even find and sunder Alamut. They don’t need much more of a reason to stop us do they?”
“The fiend must be plotting against you even now master. Him and the human monster who would threaten you. I beg of you master, send me to slay them both. The human isn’t worthy of feeding Eternal Thirst, black and foul as his blood must be.”
***
Though he tries, he cannot see any auras through the cloying darkness around him - he cannot tell if the reason for it is a lack of other beings present or an inability to see anything at all in the current circumstances.
Reaching into his pockets he pulls out a handful of ritual components - a candle, some fragrant scented wood and the sending stone he uses to communicate with Al-Ashrad.
He telekinetically rubs the two pieces of wood together at a furious pace, striking the sensing stone against the nearby wall to shower sparks down on the wood, while dissolving the candle and pulling out the wick, mincing it into bits and spreading it out onto the spot where he wood was being ground together. After a couple minutes of this, he achieved a brief, minuscule flame that pushes back the cloying shadow around him maybe half an inch. Feeding the candle into the flame it grows to a distance of 3/4 of an inch. The nightshades are unswayed.
At this point he has, however, healed all of the internal damage - though his stomach won’t be repaired for a while.
***
Once he’s out of the shadows, Heldric feeds Andreas a bit more blood, after which his blood brother begins to stir in earnest.
It isn’t long before Mr Whitey finds them as well, the crocodile was not far from the fight and had been waiting close to the shrouded area for its masters to re-appear.
“Well, all things considered that actually went pretty well. Assuming Anton doesn’t lose Aimery,” Octavius comments.
“Though we probably have enough information to exhonerate ourselves at this point, just have to submit ourselves to Aliprando’s lie detection.”
***
Aimery shrugs, “We are their enemies. Our clans have been hostile or at war longer than the holy land has been contested. We plan to lead a raid into the heart of the muslim empire and perhaps even find and sunder Alamut. They don’t need much more of a reason to stop us do they?”
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Vampire The Masquerade / Re: Transylvanian Chronicles OOC 2
« on: December 24, 2018, 07:05:55 pm »
Oh man, Saladin has a phobia, a curse, an intolerance and a compulsion and I don’t know what any of them are
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Vampire The Masquerade / Re: Transylvanian Chronicles OOC 2
« on: December 22, 2018, 07:49:20 pm »
Man I keep on forgetting that Steeple only has one arm
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Vampire The Masquerade / Re: Chapter 2: Venetian Nights
« on: December 21, 2018, 12:47:54 pm »
Steeple teleports to the other side of Maximus - removing the Nightshade clinging to him in the process - where, with extreme care and Maximus staying as still as possible, he restrains the tendril on Maximus’ wing and subsequently destroys it. Any mishap there could have deprived Maximus of one of his wings, and there could be no crueler fate for such a skilled flyer as him.
It is with relief that Steeple moves on to the other 2 tendrils, destroying them both in quick succession. He accidentally shaves off a bit of Maximus’ skin on his leg when removing the last one but his servant suffers the wound without complaint.
Maximus sits down and closes his eyes, and Steeple begins to see His servant’s wounds knit themselves back together - the impossibly bent wings beginning to straighten out, the torn and bloody skin closing back up unblemished, his fingers twitch as the bones in his arm are knit back together. In the spot where he cut Maximus with Eternal thirst a small mark not unlike a bruise remains. Minimus squeaks cheerfully and runs up Maximus’ body to nuzzle his neck supportively.
“This is the second time I have been brought low by a shadow sculptor. I must learn to fight these foes. They are very dangerous, especially when in flight.”
His voice drops low, “I never even saw this one. I was spotted first. I am sorry to have failed you so horrifically master.”
Steeple suspects it will take Maximus another 12 or so seconds (~2 rounds) to finish healing.
***
Unable to see or hear anything in the shroud that Joseph pulled down, Heldric nonetheless throws his irreplacable retainer, blood brother and servant like an expendable sack of potatoes where he had last seen the insane assassin. Rushing forward himself he stabs the air where Kiril had been but hits nothing, Kiril having presumably moved after the shroud was pulled down.
There’s a heavy impact on Heldric’s arm when Andreas hits it on the way down.
Frustrated, Heldric leaps up against the wall and digs his claws into the wall, anchoring himself above the shroud so that he can see.
From there he sees Joseph also pulling himself up the wall, tendrils digging into the gaps between the stone and mortar, insubstantial as they are they fit through even the smallest hole. He disappears over the side of the roof, but if Kiril has made an escape it’s doubtful Joseph will be able to catch him.
Looking around he can’t see the assassin that Saladin had restrained midair. Kiril presumably took him with him before leaving.
***
Saladin finds himself incapable of banishing the shadows using his telekinesis. They both have and do not have any sort of physical substance. Perhaps if he was able to apply enough telekinetic force to bend light itself he could do so, but such an epic application of force is beyond his ability to even imagine, let alone perform.
From his time with Kiril he knows that fire can burn away most all Lasombra shadows, save for the moths that a Lasomrba can create specifically to destroy fires, or the extremely high tier shadows that can be summoned by elders. He does not know how much Husayn’s possession has enhanced Kiril but he is certain that Kiril’s Obtenebration is no stronger than it was before, as Husayn would possess no knowledge of advanced Lasombra magic.
Calming himself as much as he can in the suffocating and oppressive darkness, he begins to heal his internal wounds. It would seem that Kiril is no longer using Dagon’s Call on him, or if he is he cannot overcome Saladin’s enhanced stamina.
He is able to stand and walk in the general direction of his spilled-out organs, where he feels them out by hand and then cleans them telekinetically befofe reinserting them into his body - it would be much more taxing to generate new organs than to re-attach these ones.
Still the process leaves him drained. He’ll need to go hunting or receive blood soon or lest he risk frenzy.
***
Though Anton does not looks at Aimery, he can feel his freeze up at that mention, then hear him sigh in resignation.
“I suppose I couldn’t have hid it forever. Though I never expected you to be the one to find me out.”
Curiously, despite being “found out” Aimery does not sound at all panicked. Nor does he struggle or attack Anton.
“I am an agent of High Lord Hardestat, I was sent here along with General Von Sachsen to keep an eye on the proceedings and ensure that there was no interference from outside forces, the Setites in particular - as our attack is aimed on their homeland, we predicted an effort to stall and misguide the crusade. You might have notes my distinct silence during most of the debates, i’m not much of a talker, I was really just here to root out any of our enemies in Venice.
It would seem that whoever your master is set you to the same task, if you’ve managed to find my name while investigating the Setite presence I cannot doubt your skill as an investigator. I won’t ask your master’s name, only give my gratefulness that despite our different alleigances we can still work together against the real enemy.”
It is with relief that Steeple moves on to the other 2 tendrils, destroying them both in quick succession. He accidentally shaves off a bit of Maximus’ skin on his leg when removing the last one but his servant suffers the wound without complaint.
Maximus sits down and closes his eyes, and Steeple begins to see His servant’s wounds knit themselves back together - the impossibly bent wings beginning to straighten out, the torn and bloody skin closing back up unblemished, his fingers twitch as the bones in his arm are knit back together. In the spot where he cut Maximus with Eternal thirst a small mark not unlike a bruise remains. Minimus squeaks cheerfully and runs up Maximus’ body to nuzzle his neck supportively.
“This is the second time I have been brought low by a shadow sculptor. I must learn to fight these foes. They are very dangerous, especially when in flight.”
His voice drops low, “I never even saw this one. I was spotted first. I am sorry to have failed you so horrifically master.”
Steeple suspects it will take Maximus another 12 or so seconds (~2 rounds) to finish healing.
***
Unable to see or hear anything in the shroud that Joseph pulled down, Heldric nonetheless throws his irreplacable retainer, blood brother and servant like an expendable sack of potatoes where he had last seen the insane assassin. Rushing forward himself he stabs the air where Kiril had been but hits nothing, Kiril having presumably moved after the shroud was pulled down.
There’s a heavy impact on Heldric’s arm when Andreas hits it on the way down.
Frustrated, Heldric leaps up against the wall and digs his claws into the wall, anchoring himself above the shroud so that he can see.
From there he sees Joseph also pulling himself up the wall, tendrils digging into the gaps between the stone and mortar, insubstantial as they are they fit through even the smallest hole. He disappears over the side of the roof, but if Kiril has made an escape it’s doubtful Joseph will be able to catch him.
Looking around he can’t see the assassin that Saladin had restrained midair. Kiril presumably took him with him before leaving.
***
Saladin finds himself incapable of banishing the shadows using his telekinesis. They both have and do not have any sort of physical substance. Perhaps if he was able to apply enough telekinetic force to bend light itself he could do so, but such an epic application of force is beyond his ability to even imagine, let alone perform.
From his time with Kiril he knows that fire can burn away most all Lasombra shadows, save for the moths that a Lasomrba can create specifically to destroy fires, or the extremely high tier shadows that can be summoned by elders. He does not know how much Husayn’s possession has enhanced Kiril but he is certain that Kiril’s Obtenebration is no stronger than it was before, as Husayn would possess no knowledge of advanced Lasombra magic.
Calming himself as much as he can in the suffocating and oppressive darkness, he begins to heal his internal wounds. It would seem that Kiril is no longer using Dagon’s Call on him, or if he is he cannot overcome Saladin’s enhanced stamina.
He is able to stand and walk in the general direction of his spilled-out organs, where he feels them out by hand and then cleans them telekinetically befofe reinserting them into his body - it would be much more taxing to generate new organs than to re-attach these ones.
Still the process leaves him drained. He’ll need to go hunting or receive blood soon or lest he risk frenzy.
***
Though Anton does not looks at Aimery, he can feel his freeze up at that mention, then hear him sigh in resignation.
“I suppose I couldn’t have hid it forever. Though I never expected you to be the one to find me out.”
Curiously, despite being “found out” Aimery does not sound at all panicked. Nor does he struggle or attack Anton.
“I am an agent of High Lord Hardestat, I was sent here along with General Von Sachsen to keep an eye on the proceedings and ensure that there was no interference from outside forces, the Setites in particular - as our attack is aimed on their homeland, we predicted an effort to stall and misguide the crusade. You might have notes my distinct silence during most of the debates, i’m not much of a talker, I was really just here to root out any of our enemies in Venice.
It would seem that whoever your master is set you to the same task, if you’ve managed to find my name while investigating the Setite presence I cannot doubt your skill as an investigator. I won’t ask your master’s name, only give my gratefulness that despite our different alleigances we can still work together against the real enemy.”
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Vampire The Masquerade / Re: Transylvanian Chronicles OOC 2
« on: December 20, 2018, 12:06:52 am »
Did... did you just toss your half dead blood brother at an insane Lasombra being possessed by the soul of the ancient assassin he devoured?
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Disciples / Re: Witches & Demons & Flies - Oh My!
« on: December 19, 2018, 08:51:55 pm »
“Would they fall for an ambush that obvious? I suppose we would have the advantage if we could prepare but if they send anyone I doubt it would be anything more than the most expendable peon.”
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Vampire The Masquerade / Re: Chapter 2: Venetian Nights
« on: December 19, 2018, 08:44:32 pm »
Maximus writhes in pain pain as the bones in his arms begin to give - worse, his wings have been bent at impossible angles, the white of bone showing through torn skin. In a desperate attempt to save one of his arms, Maximus bites down on his own arm and seizes the tendril he’d tries to snap earlier with his fangs, gnawing on it until it dissipates - though after the tendril is gone his arm still hangs useless at his side, and he trips over again, falling to the ground thrashing.
Even knowing that he can regenerate the damage, Steeple cannot help but feel it’s a rather gruesome sight seeing his servant and professed son being crushed and mutilated in front of his eyes.
“Whoever did this is going to have hell to pay later”, Maurice fumes.
Judging a safe moment to have come, Steeple steps forward and gives Maximus a bit of extra blood. Invigorated by the incoming vitae, Maximus cries out - “Father, help me! Use the sword, I cannot destroy these blasted shadows! Cut me if you must! Please!”
Steeple grabs onto one of the tendrils and pulls with all his might, struggling with the ephemeral shadow - why the hell is something with no substance so absurdly strong?
After making a tremendous effort, he manages to tear one of the tendrils off one of Maximus’ wings, but the thing still writhes in his arms and without anchoring himself in place by holding onto a nearby wooden beam, it should be throwing steeple around like a toy - despite steeple’s strength, he still weighs very little, and the tendril is both strong enough to lift his body weight with ease and anchored to an extremely heavy target, Maximus.
Letting go of his anchor and drawing the bonesword, Steeple deftly destroys the tendril he was holding onto even as it flings him around - Eternal Thirst passes through the shadow as easily as it passed through flesh and bone.
***
Relaxing as he recognizes his master’s work and the deceit with the shadows, Saladin begins to float back down when the arrow hits his shoulder. From the burning sensation he can tell acidic blood was applied before hand.
Just as he begins to reapply his shield from surprise, he gasps and begins to cough up blood. His vision becomes obscured as blood begins to leak from his eyes. Even his mouth and ears begin to bleed profusely.
He finishes establishing the shield and blinks the shadows and blood out of his eyes when he feels something heavy come from above him. He can just barely make out something or someone pressing down on his from above. It’s not just the shadows and the blood obscuring his vision, he can tell that whatever it is, its form is extremely indistinct.
He makes a pushing and grabbing motion upwards, barely thinking, just wanting to get away, when the thing above him disappears and reappears directly on him, body pressed tightly against his.
“Sorry about this Salah, but you’re the most suspicious, so you’ll have to get it the worst.”
Kiril’s familiar voice echoes in Saladin’s ear even as he feels a burning sensation fill his belly. He pushes Kiril off of him, sending a telekinetic blast outwards that fractures the back wall of the pawnshop he’s facing - though Kiril has already teleported out of sight.
Drifting downwards, he’s struck by another coughing fit, as blood fills and then is violently ejected from his lungs. He recalls the third power of Quietus, which lets you cause severe and massive internal bleeding in anyone who you have touched within 24 hours. Recalling that it is a test of resilience, he boosts his stamina and goes to pull out the knife in his belly, only to find that there is no need, his belly was split open and the knife is on the alley floor, along with most of Saladin’s internal organs.
The shadows fill Saladin’s sight again, this time even thicker and stronger. Now he cannot see or hear anything. (Shroud debuff - +2 difficulty to all rolls, nightshade debuff,-2 dice to all rolls, 5 aggravated damage, 4 lethal damage).
***
After giving him a bit of blood Andreas begins to groan. Slapping him a couple of times doesn’t quite get him out of it so Heldric tosses his over his shoulder, at least relieved that Kiril didn’t kill him.
Stepping out with Andreas on his back Heldric and Joseph both see it when Kiril comes down from above the shroud, soon followed by a blood covered Saladin.
Kiril turns his attention to the two of them.
Well, one of them.
“Damn, didn’t think you’d be this slow. Was counting on you going off to save Anton from the four “assassins”.”
As he says this a torrent of shadow erupts from the shroud and swirls around Joseph, clinging to his skin and eyes and ears.
He doesn’t so much as glance at Heldric. Could it be he doesn’t see him? Or is he giving him a chance fo walk away without any further injury?
Even as this happens, Joseph brings the shroud above them down and fills the alleyway, obscuring Heldric’s sight and hearing, but also presumably Kiril’s.
Even knowing that he can regenerate the damage, Steeple cannot help but feel it’s a rather gruesome sight seeing his servant and professed son being crushed and mutilated in front of his eyes.
“Whoever did this is going to have hell to pay later”, Maurice fumes.
Judging a safe moment to have come, Steeple steps forward and gives Maximus a bit of extra blood. Invigorated by the incoming vitae, Maximus cries out - “Father, help me! Use the sword, I cannot destroy these blasted shadows! Cut me if you must! Please!”
Steeple grabs onto one of the tendrils and pulls with all his might, struggling with the ephemeral shadow - why the hell is something with no substance so absurdly strong?
After making a tremendous effort, he manages to tear one of the tendrils off one of Maximus’ wings, but the thing still writhes in his arms and without anchoring himself in place by holding onto a nearby wooden beam, it should be throwing steeple around like a toy - despite steeple’s strength, he still weighs very little, and the tendril is both strong enough to lift his body weight with ease and anchored to an extremely heavy target, Maximus.
Letting go of his anchor and drawing the bonesword, Steeple deftly destroys the tendril he was holding onto even as it flings him around - Eternal Thirst passes through the shadow as easily as it passed through flesh and bone.
***
Relaxing as he recognizes his master’s work and the deceit with the shadows, Saladin begins to float back down when the arrow hits his shoulder. From the burning sensation he can tell acidic blood was applied before hand.
Just as he begins to reapply his shield from surprise, he gasps and begins to cough up blood. His vision becomes obscured as blood begins to leak from his eyes. Even his mouth and ears begin to bleed profusely.
He finishes establishing the shield and blinks the shadows and blood out of his eyes when he feels something heavy come from above him. He can just barely make out something or someone pressing down on his from above. It’s not just the shadows and the blood obscuring his vision, he can tell that whatever it is, its form is extremely indistinct.
He makes a pushing and grabbing motion upwards, barely thinking, just wanting to get away, when the thing above him disappears and reappears directly on him, body pressed tightly against his.
“Sorry about this Salah, but you’re the most suspicious, so you’ll have to get it the worst.”
Kiril’s familiar voice echoes in Saladin’s ear even as he feels a burning sensation fill his belly. He pushes Kiril off of him, sending a telekinetic blast outwards that fractures the back wall of the pawnshop he’s facing - though Kiril has already teleported out of sight.
Drifting downwards, he’s struck by another coughing fit, as blood fills and then is violently ejected from his lungs. He recalls the third power of Quietus, which lets you cause severe and massive internal bleeding in anyone who you have touched within 24 hours. Recalling that it is a test of resilience, he boosts his stamina and goes to pull out the knife in his belly, only to find that there is no need, his belly was split open and the knife is on the alley floor, along with most of Saladin’s internal organs.
The shadows fill Saladin’s sight again, this time even thicker and stronger. Now he cannot see or hear anything. (Shroud debuff - +2 difficulty to all rolls, nightshade debuff,-2 dice to all rolls, 5 aggravated damage, 4 lethal damage).
***
After giving him a bit of blood Andreas begins to groan. Slapping him a couple of times doesn’t quite get him out of it so Heldric tosses his over his shoulder, at least relieved that Kiril didn’t kill him.
Stepping out with Andreas on his back Heldric and Joseph both see it when Kiril comes down from above the shroud, soon followed by a blood covered Saladin.
Kiril turns his attention to the two of them.
Well, one of them.
“Damn, didn’t think you’d be this slow. Was counting on you going off to save Anton from the four “assassins”.”
As he says this a torrent of shadow erupts from the shroud and swirls around Joseph, clinging to his skin and eyes and ears.
He doesn’t so much as glance at Heldric. Could it be he doesn’t see him? Or is he giving him a chance fo walk away without any further injury?
Even as this happens, Joseph brings the shroud above them down and fills the alleyway, obscuring Heldric’s sight and hearing, but also presumably Kiril’s.
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Disciples / Re: Witches & Demons & Flies - Oh My!
« on: December 19, 2018, 07:44:54 pm »
In a last ditch effort to find out anything, Killer scries out the golf course and its maintenance facility to see if he finds anything related to the limo or the witches or the supernatural in general, even something as small as a relation to Blume and Blumenthal - with fairly low hopes of success. If he doesn’t find anything he’ll sigh, shrug and say he gives up on following this lead.
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Vampire The Masquerade / Re: Transylvanian Chronicles OOC 2
« on: December 19, 2018, 05:28:42 pm »
Aura perception would let him know instantly if something is a shadow (or if it has an obfuscate rating higher than your Auspex), but it wouldn't let you avoid the dice roll penalty that nightshades give you.
Now, I don't know that Steeple would have the knowledge necessary to make any of these decisions but these are the following ways you could get rid of a nightshade summoned by a Lasombra (That I can think of with Steeple's toolset):
The nightshades, much like the shrouds and the tendrils, can only be summoned within eyesight. Out of eyesight the Lasombra can still command them to do a specific action, but will be unable to guarantee that they do exactly what they are supposed to. That is to say, if someone is running away and they leave your sight, but you have a shroud floating after them, you can make the shroud move forward, but you can't guarantee that the shroud will move at the same pace as the person, that it won't pass over them and continue moving forward, or that if the person turns around a corner the shroud won't turn the corner itself. The nightshades are sticking to your flesh right now but if you were to teleport again, unless the person commanding the nightshades has vision of you, the nightshade wouldn't be able to stay on your person, as they would no longer be attached, and would just swirl in place.
It's the same with the tendrils. Even if the Lasombra isn't within eyesight, he can still order the tendrils to attack and restrain whatever they are attached to.
Alternatively, all Lasombra shadows are extremely vulnerable to sunlight and fire. Steeple could set himself on fire (not recommended), or summon a fire elemental to cover his body in flames without burning him, both of these run the risks of rotshreck but would destroy the nightshade.
Steeple could also walk out into the sunlight (not recommended).
Now, I don't know that Steeple would have the knowledge necessary to make any of these decisions but these are the following ways you could get rid of a nightshade summoned by a Lasombra (That I can think of with Steeple's toolset):
The nightshades, much like the shrouds and the tendrils, can only be summoned within eyesight. Out of eyesight the Lasombra can still command them to do a specific action, but will be unable to guarantee that they do exactly what they are supposed to. That is to say, if someone is running away and they leave your sight, but you have a shroud floating after them, you can make the shroud move forward, but you can't guarantee that the shroud will move at the same pace as the person, that it won't pass over them and continue moving forward, or that if the person turns around a corner the shroud won't turn the corner itself. The nightshades are sticking to your flesh right now but if you were to teleport again, unless the person commanding the nightshades has vision of you, the nightshade wouldn't be able to stay on your person, as they would no longer be attached, and would just swirl in place.
It's the same with the tendrils. Even if the Lasombra isn't within eyesight, he can still order the tendrils to attack and restrain whatever they are attached to.
Alternatively, all Lasombra shadows are extremely vulnerable to sunlight and fire. Steeple could set himself on fire (not recommended), or summon a fire elemental to cover his body in flames without burning him, both of these run the risks of rotshreck but would destroy the nightshade.
Steeple could also walk out into the sunlight (not recommended).
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Vampire The Masquerade / Re: Transylvanian Chronicles OOC 2
« on: December 19, 2018, 04:53:54 pm »
You would both take the same amount of damage, but that isn't necessarily a bad plan if your durability is significantly higher than your opponent's, or if you have marble skin from Protean 6
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Vampire The Masquerade / Re: Chapter 2: Venetian Nights
« on: December 19, 2018, 11:13:44 am »
As Steeple makes the declaration, Maximus dives through te air, propelling himself forward and then folding his wings to his back, falling as quickly as possible to get within range of the assassin.
Gritting his teeth and waiting for the blow to come, Steeple is surprised when tendrils sprout from Maximus’ various nooks and crannies and begin to wrap around Steeple and Maximus’ wings both, locking them into the freefall.
Maximus struggles to bring his wings out and slow the fall but the tendrils destroy his normally fine control. Just before they hit the rooftop of the building the assassins are on Steeple mutters a word of power to free him from the grip of both the tendrils and Maximus, putting himself directly behind the assassin that raised its hand toward him.
“Nothing personnel kid” Prince Maurice mutters triumphantly.
As he does so, Maximus hits the roof and goes through it into the room below, sending up slat, tar and dust in a massive cloud and making enough noise to wake up the dead. His heart fills with worry at the thought of his servant’s condition after a fall from that height but there are more pressing issues at the moment.
Turning his attention to the assassin in front of him, Steeple is about to lay into him with his bonesword when he notices something rather dreadful - he can see through the assassin.
Casting his head about, he realized he can see through all the assassins. They’re all illusions. Shades. Shadows. Why are the Lasombra leading an ambush on them?
“The real one isn’t here! Be on your guard Steepleton, we might be in a lot of danger right now!”
Just as Maurice says this the shadow in front of Steeple dissolves into a a swirling vortex of shadows that assaults and clings to him, not dealing any damage but confusing his senses, blocking his sight and muting his hearing. (Nightshade debuff -2 dice to all rolls).
Wary of an incoming attack from an enemy he can’t see while his senses are muddled, Steeple leaps away from his current position down the hole made by Maximus’ collision with the rooftop. He notices a roof slate shatter on the other side of the alley as an arrow passes by where he had been standing.
He falls into the second floor of what appears to be a sewing shop, judging by the various instruments strewn about. He sees Maximus struggling to get up, his body covered in cuts and splinters, his rock hard skin raw and shredded. The tendrils sprouted from the folds of his wings are still lashing at him and constricting his wings. He seizes one and tries to snap it in two but it proves too resilient. As he tries to do so two other tendrils wrap themselves around both his arms and restrain him - no, more than that, they squeeze hard enough to bend and crush bone. Five of them altogether work in tandem to restrain and injure the gargoyle.
Steeple sees Minimus leap from the folds on Maximus’ wings and try to chew at one of the tendrils crushing Maximus’ arms, squeaking desperately as he sees his master being savaged by the dark power.
Even as he sees all this, it is only through the haze and chaos of a shadow glued to his eyes and ears.
***
Saladin, Anton and Heldric all hear a tremendous impact from the roof, as something enormous and heavy strikes it and crashes through the structure.
Floating upwards to see what happened, Saladin sees Steepleton leaping into a large crater in the roof of the building, while eleven dark, hooded and cloaked assassins with bows turn their attention to him.
Saladin concentrates on forming a a telekinetic shield around himself, only to find that no arrow is launched at him - though one of the assassin’s immediately dissolves into an insubstantial mist that violently clings clings to and swirls around his eyes and ears, confusing his senses.
Immediately recognizing the power as being a part of obtenebration from his time with Kiril, Saladin understands that this is Husayn’s work - no other would know both Obtenebration and Quietus to this degree. As he watches through his mangled senses, he notices four shadows flit off in pursuit of Anton when he flies off with Aimery.
Anton, meanwhile, takes off into the air just as Joseph arrives at the scene, significanfly behind everyone else who had higher potence, celerity and the power of flight.
Aimery leaps up into Anton’s tendrils and holds onto one even as it holds onto him, while Joseph exhales a cloud of darkness that completely obscures the alleyway from the rooftop.
Heldric is left alone with Andreas’ body, and sighs in disappointmrnt at both himself and everyone else. He walks over to Andreas and drags him into cover, pulling the arrow out of his blood brother. Naturally, there is blood on the arrow. Letting it drip onto the ground, it does not sizzle like the dagger that had struck Heldric. It must be some other sort of poison.
***
Flying away from the alley, Anton swerves and zigzags in the air in anticipation of incoming arrows, though he cannot see or hear any if they are incoming he gets the distinct feeling that he is definitely being followed, which is only reinforced by the shadowy figures that he can feel gaining on him while he’s moving forward. Seeing the canal he dives for it, hitting the water like a rock and diving into the foul liquid, dragging the extremely unwilling Aimery with him into the wastewater that most of the canals consisted of.
Gritting his teeth and waiting for the blow to come, Steeple is surprised when tendrils sprout from Maximus’ various nooks and crannies and begin to wrap around Steeple and Maximus’ wings both, locking them into the freefall.
Maximus struggles to bring his wings out and slow the fall but the tendrils destroy his normally fine control. Just before they hit the rooftop of the building the assassins are on Steeple mutters a word of power to free him from the grip of both the tendrils and Maximus, putting himself directly behind the assassin that raised its hand toward him.
“Nothing personnel kid” Prince Maurice mutters triumphantly.
As he does so, Maximus hits the roof and goes through it into the room below, sending up slat, tar and dust in a massive cloud and making enough noise to wake up the dead. His heart fills with worry at the thought of his servant’s condition after a fall from that height but there are more pressing issues at the moment.
Turning his attention to the assassin in front of him, Steeple is about to lay into him with his bonesword when he notices something rather dreadful - he can see through the assassin.
Casting his head about, he realized he can see through all the assassins. They’re all illusions. Shades. Shadows. Why are the Lasombra leading an ambush on them?
“The real one isn’t here! Be on your guard Steepleton, we might be in a lot of danger right now!”
Just as Maurice says this the shadow in front of Steeple dissolves into a a swirling vortex of shadows that assaults and clings to him, not dealing any damage but confusing his senses, blocking his sight and muting his hearing. (Nightshade debuff -2 dice to all rolls).
Wary of an incoming attack from an enemy he can’t see while his senses are muddled, Steeple leaps away from his current position down the hole made by Maximus’ collision with the rooftop. He notices a roof slate shatter on the other side of the alley as an arrow passes by where he had been standing.
He falls into the second floor of what appears to be a sewing shop, judging by the various instruments strewn about. He sees Maximus struggling to get up, his body covered in cuts and splinters, his rock hard skin raw and shredded. The tendrils sprouted from the folds of his wings are still lashing at him and constricting his wings. He seizes one and tries to snap it in two but it proves too resilient. As he tries to do so two other tendrils wrap themselves around both his arms and restrain him - no, more than that, they squeeze hard enough to bend and crush bone. Five of them altogether work in tandem to restrain and injure the gargoyle.
Steeple sees Minimus leap from the folds on Maximus’ wings and try to chew at one of the tendrils crushing Maximus’ arms, squeaking desperately as he sees his master being savaged by the dark power.
Even as he sees all this, it is only through the haze and chaos of a shadow glued to his eyes and ears.
***
Saladin, Anton and Heldric all hear a tremendous impact from the roof, as something enormous and heavy strikes it and crashes through the structure.
Floating upwards to see what happened, Saladin sees Steepleton leaping into a large crater in the roof of the building, while eleven dark, hooded and cloaked assassins with bows turn their attention to him.
Saladin concentrates on forming a a telekinetic shield around himself, only to find that no arrow is launched at him - though one of the assassin’s immediately dissolves into an insubstantial mist that violently clings clings to and swirls around his eyes and ears, confusing his senses.
Immediately recognizing the power as being a part of obtenebration from his time with Kiril, Saladin understands that this is Husayn’s work - no other would know both Obtenebration and Quietus to this degree. As he watches through his mangled senses, he notices four shadows flit off in pursuit of Anton when he flies off with Aimery.
Anton, meanwhile, takes off into the air just as Joseph arrives at the scene, significanfly behind everyone else who had higher potence, celerity and the power of flight.
Aimery leaps up into Anton’s tendrils and holds onto one even as it holds onto him, while Joseph exhales a cloud of darkness that completely obscures the alleyway from the rooftop.
Heldric is left alone with Andreas’ body, and sighs in disappointmrnt at both himself and everyone else. He walks over to Andreas and drags him into cover, pulling the arrow out of his blood brother. Naturally, there is blood on the arrow. Letting it drip onto the ground, it does not sizzle like the dagger that had struck Heldric. It must be some other sort of poison.
***
Flying away from the alley, Anton swerves and zigzags in the air in anticipation of incoming arrows, though he cannot see or hear any if they are incoming he gets the distinct feeling that he is definitely being followed, which is only reinforced by the shadowy figures that he can feel gaining on him while he’s moving forward. Seeing the canal he dives for it, hitting the water like a rock and diving into the foul liquid, dragging the extremely unwilling Aimery with him into the wastewater that most of the canals consisted of.
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Vampire The Masquerade / Re: Transylvanian Chronicles OOC 2
« on: December 19, 2018, 10:41:01 am »To be fair, i was going to use his telekinesis to make a barrier around him, But maybe that wont work? To push air from different angles hard enough to make a solid barrier?
This isn’t possible under the normal system (and to be honest neither is deflecting knives like you did with Anton) but it should be and we’re already favouring rule of cool so i’ll allow it. It would only lower the number of dice hitting you by 5 though (your telekinesis dots), you’d still be getting hit with arrows, just arrows at -5 damage.
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Vampire The Masquerade / Re: Transylvanian Chronicles OOC 2
« on: December 19, 2018, 10:11:16 am »
So Steeple’s mercury one isn’t nearly enough for him to reach the assassin from in the sky (path 1 is only like, 5 or 10 meters), but I can write it to work pretty easily anyway so i’ll accept that
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Vampire The Masquerade / Re: Transylvanian Chronicles OOC 2
« on: December 18, 2018, 08:54:13 pm »
Some wooden stands, tarp covers that serve as shelter from the rain, might even be a cart or something you can duck under. As this is Venice there are also canals that you could conceivably dive into and hide underwater in, which would be pretty easy actually, since you don't need to breathe, and water would make any projectile fire useless even if they were still able to see you somehow.
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Vampire The Masquerade / Re: Transylvanian Chronicles OOC 2
« on: December 18, 2018, 08:36:33 pm »
Anton could break into pretty much anything pretty easily with the tendrils he's got on him right now.
As for bad, it wouldn't be great but depending on how this all ends up going down a lot could be forgiven.
As for bad, it wouldn't be great but depending on how this all ends up going down a lot could be forgiven.
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Vampire The Masquerade / Re: Transylvanian Chronicles OOC 2
« on: December 18, 2018, 08:27:17 pm »
Both Anton and Saladin have the most fascinating reasoning here. There are an unknown number of enemies with bows and poisonous arrows, so let's fly upwards into the the killzone they've set up where they'll have an unimpeded view of us.
I would also mention you're ignoring heldric but, to be fair, Forge said he cloaked himself before opening the door so you actually would have no idea that he's there
I would also mention you're ignoring heldric but, to be fair, Forge said he cloaked himself before opening the door so you actually would have no idea that he's there
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Vampire The Masquerade / Re: Chapter 2: Venetian Nights
« on: December 18, 2018, 01:19:29 pm »
Andreas looks to Anton and raises his arm to point in the general direction of the tavern/rooftops, when a black-feathered shaft sprouts from his belly. Annoyed, he looks down at the shaft and then collapses on the spot, unmoving as a corpse.
The injured assassin takes advantage of the moment to fling a second hidden, blood-covered knife at Anton, though Saladin casually alters the projectile’s trajectory and it ends up stuck in a wall.
“There’s more of them!” Aimery cries, lookng upwards in time to see a second bloody arrow streaking down toward him. He isn’t fast enough to stop it or evade, but Anton notes that when the arrow strikes him it slides off of the scales covering his body, grazing him but dealing no serious damage.
The arrow doesn’t spark when it hits the ground but splinters instead, it’s then that Anton notices the arrows are made of obsidian - not just the head, but the shaft and even the feathers.
Aimery curses and runs at the injured assassin, there’s a flicker of something and Anton sees blood pouring out of a gash at the assassin’s neck - though vampires do not normally bleed unless they desire it.
Aimery hisses and holds a hand up to his mouth as if he’s in pain.
Anton moves closer so that his tendrils can snatch the injured assassin only to have Saladin telekinetically pick him up and hold him middair, just above Anton’s reach, restrained in place.
The assassin does not resist, instead giving Saladin a hard look.
***
On the street, Heldric grimaces as garbled ginberish comes out of his broken jaw when he tries to answer Octavius. Repairing his jaw with a bit of blood, he repeats his sentence as he jumps shoulder first into wooden shutter of the pawnshop - only to find it had a metal frame supporting it, like in an effort to increase security. Summoning his inhuman strength he breaks through regarldess, though he makes no small amount of noise doing so.
Inside the shop he quickly locates a door leading to the back of the shop, and then a barred door that he quickly unbars, unlocking the alleyway to him.
***
Maximus picks Steeple up like a princess and leaps into the air, his powerful wings propelling them up into the sky. From there, with his enhanced senses, he has a clear view of the situation.
To one side of one of the buildings making the alleyway he sees a bit of property damage, where a metal framed wooden shutter was torn open and someone broke into the building.
In the alley, Saladin and Anton appear to have defeated and restrained the assassin, while Aimery appears to be cowering, looking for whatever cover he can find in the alley.
Looking closer at the rooftop, it seen becomes obvious why - there are over a dozen dark, cloaked and hooded figures surrounded the scene on the alley, each with black bows and a quiver filled with black feathered arrows.
One of them looks up and directly at Steeple and Maximus, his features indistinct under his hood (and perhaps a mask).
He raises an arm towards Steeple and all of a sudden Steeple thinks of Saladin, an assassin mage with telekinetic powers, or of the tremere mages he has worked with who have similar abilities.
“Brace yourself my boy!”
The injured assassin takes advantage of the moment to fling a second hidden, blood-covered knife at Anton, though Saladin casually alters the projectile’s trajectory and it ends up stuck in a wall.
“There’s more of them!” Aimery cries, lookng upwards in time to see a second bloody arrow streaking down toward him. He isn’t fast enough to stop it or evade, but Anton notes that when the arrow strikes him it slides off of the scales covering his body, grazing him but dealing no serious damage.
The arrow doesn’t spark when it hits the ground but splinters instead, it’s then that Anton notices the arrows are made of obsidian - not just the head, but the shaft and even the feathers.
Aimery curses and runs at the injured assassin, there’s a flicker of something and Anton sees blood pouring out of a gash at the assassin’s neck - though vampires do not normally bleed unless they desire it.
Aimery hisses and holds a hand up to his mouth as if he’s in pain.
Anton moves closer so that his tendrils can snatch the injured assassin only to have Saladin telekinetically pick him up and hold him middair, just above Anton’s reach, restrained in place.
The assassin does not resist, instead giving Saladin a hard look.
***
On the street, Heldric grimaces as garbled ginberish comes out of his broken jaw when he tries to answer Octavius. Repairing his jaw with a bit of blood, he repeats his sentence as he jumps shoulder first into wooden shutter of the pawnshop - only to find it had a metal frame supporting it, like in an effort to increase security. Summoning his inhuman strength he breaks through regarldess, though he makes no small amount of noise doing so.
Inside the shop he quickly locates a door leading to the back of the shop, and then a barred door that he quickly unbars, unlocking the alleyway to him.
***
Maximus picks Steeple up like a princess and leaps into the air, his powerful wings propelling them up into the sky. From there, with his enhanced senses, he has a clear view of the situation.
To one side of one of the buildings making the alleyway he sees a bit of property damage, where a metal framed wooden shutter was torn open and someone broke into the building.
In the alley, Saladin and Anton appear to have defeated and restrained the assassin, while Aimery appears to be cowering, looking for whatever cover he can find in the alley.
Looking closer at the rooftop, it seen becomes obvious why - there are over a dozen dark, cloaked and hooded figures surrounded the scene on the alley, each with black bows and a quiver filled with black feathered arrows.
One of them looks up and directly at Steeple and Maximus, his features indistinct under his hood (and perhaps a mask).
He raises an arm towards Steeple and all of a sudden Steeple thinks of Saladin, an assassin mage with telekinetic powers, or of the tremere mages he has worked with who have similar abilities.
“Brace yourself my boy!”
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Vampire The Masquerade / Re: Transylvanian Chronicles OOC 2
« on: December 15, 2018, 08:40:12 pm »
Andreas punched the assassin.
Heldric got blindsided by something else
Heldric got blindsided by something else
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Vampire The Masquerade / Re: Chapter 2: Venetian Nights
« on: December 15, 2018, 06:02:42 pm »
Anton, Heldric and Saladin all make their way towards the fight at varying speeds - Saladin being the slowest, not possessed of Heldric's strength and speed or the superior flying and maneuverability of Anton's wings.
That being said, as a mage he has no need to personally be present in a fight - from this distance he can see the two fighting. It would be a simple matter to reach out and snatch the knife from the assassin's hands mid-swing, or to hinder Aimery and ensure his death to the assassin's knife. The only thing stopping him is the thought that if he uses his magic against the assassin right now, he might just be responsible for the death of one of his own brothers.
Soon he feels the choice has been taken out of his hands, however, when he sees Andreas dashing into the fray. The beast of a Nosferatu roars as he charges the assassin, alerting him as to his presence. Both Aimery and the assassin turn to face their new foe, just in time to see Andreas punch the assassin in the chest with tremendous force - the Assamite goes flying into a solid brick wall.
It's unclear how much damage he took from that blow but anyone who knows of Andreas' prodigious strength would understand that even barehanded he is nothing that any vampire can underestimate.
***
Anton dives out of the sky and pulls out his wings as he's about to slam into the coblestone alleyway, dragging himself to a near sudden stop that, nonetheless, does not produce a blast of air as one might have hoped. Hovering overhead he sees a figure in all black, brown skin and eyes faintly visible through a slit in his face-wrappings. He lays crumpled against a solid brick all, a bloody knife at his feet.
Aimery is also nearby - now that Anton is closer he can see that Aimery's skin is covered in an assortment of white scales, and his eyes have gained a vertical slit reminiscent of a serpent. Some form of Protean?
"Thank god you arrived, the bastard was going to kill me! Filthy assassins really were in the city, I owe you both my life."
He turns to face the struggling assassin,
"We should capture him and give him to Narses if we can, there's no doubt your names will be cleared before long."
***
Following along the rooftops in leaps and bounds, Heldric is abo
Burning pain in the left side of his head. Jaw is broken when the force of the blow forces his head so far back right that the jaw catches on his own shoulder. Skin raw and torn from where he hit the ground and skidded along the cobblestones. Head feels like it's at an odd angle.
Unable to stifle his pained moans, Heldric lifts his head and notes it's at an angle. He feels something horrific burning its way through his brain and reaches for the handle of the blood-covered knife embedded in his temple. It slides out much easier than it might slide out of normal flesh, the acid on the blade loosening the area around it.
Looks like Kiril found him.
"Gods be damned, are you alright Heldric? One second you were about to leap down to join the others then the next you were flying sideways off the top of the building! Talk to me lad, can you still see or speak? From what I remember you shouldn't be too troubled by the acid eating through your brains."
Looking up at the voice Heldric sees Octavius standing at the top of the building that is now in between him the fighting, surprised and maybe even a bit worried.
***
Drinking his fill, Steeple finds himself a bit giggly after the fact - the people had been drinking before they were rendered unconscious.
Stepping back outside he signals for Maximus to present himself. The gargoyle dives out of a passing cloud and skillfully maneuvers himself gently into a kneeling position before Steeple, silent as stone and just as hard.
"Your will, master?"
After asking where everyone is, he responds - "They have gone to chase a man clad in black and a man with a snake's skin fighting in the alley - they left shortly after you entered the building the man with the snakeskin running from the man in black. One of the ugly ones took a mild blow to the head from something I couldn't quite see before he could get to the fight."
That being said, as a mage he has no need to personally be present in a fight - from this distance he can see the two fighting. It would be a simple matter to reach out and snatch the knife from the assassin's hands mid-swing, or to hinder Aimery and ensure his death to the assassin's knife. The only thing stopping him is the thought that if he uses his magic against the assassin right now, he might just be responsible for the death of one of his own brothers.
Soon he feels the choice has been taken out of his hands, however, when he sees Andreas dashing into the fray. The beast of a Nosferatu roars as he charges the assassin, alerting him as to his presence. Both Aimery and the assassin turn to face their new foe, just in time to see Andreas punch the assassin in the chest with tremendous force - the Assamite goes flying into a solid brick wall.
It's unclear how much damage he took from that blow but anyone who knows of Andreas' prodigious strength would understand that even barehanded he is nothing that any vampire can underestimate.
***
Anton dives out of the sky and pulls out his wings as he's about to slam into the coblestone alleyway, dragging himself to a near sudden stop that, nonetheless, does not produce a blast of air as one might have hoped. Hovering overhead he sees a figure in all black, brown skin and eyes faintly visible through a slit in his face-wrappings. He lays crumpled against a solid brick all, a bloody knife at his feet.
Aimery is also nearby - now that Anton is closer he can see that Aimery's skin is covered in an assortment of white scales, and his eyes have gained a vertical slit reminiscent of a serpent. Some form of Protean?
"Thank god you arrived, the bastard was going to kill me! Filthy assassins really were in the city, I owe you both my life."
He turns to face the struggling assassin,
"We should capture him and give him to Narses if we can, there's no doubt your names will be cleared before long."
***
Following along the rooftops in leaps and bounds, Heldric is abo
Burning pain in the left side of his head. Jaw is broken when the force of the blow forces his head so far back right that the jaw catches on his own shoulder. Skin raw and torn from where he hit the ground and skidded along the cobblestones. Head feels like it's at an odd angle.
Unable to stifle his pained moans, Heldric lifts his head and notes it's at an angle. He feels something horrific burning its way through his brain and reaches for the handle of the blood-covered knife embedded in his temple. It slides out much easier than it might slide out of normal flesh, the acid on the blade loosening the area around it.
Looks like Kiril found him.
"Gods be damned, are you alright Heldric? One second you were about to leap down to join the others then the next you were flying sideways off the top of the building! Talk to me lad, can you still see or speak? From what I remember you shouldn't be too troubled by the acid eating through your brains."
Looking up at the voice Heldric sees Octavius standing at the top of the building that is now in between him the fighting, surprised and maybe even a bit worried.
***
Drinking his fill, Steeple finds himself a bit giggly after the fact - the people had been drinking before they were rendered unconscious.
Stepping back outside he signals for Maximus to present himself. The gargoyle dives out of a passing cloud and skillfully maneuvers himself gently into a kneeling position before Steeple, silent as stone and just as hard.
"Your will, master?"
After asking where everyone is, he responds - "They have gone to chase a man clad in black and a man with a snake's skin fighting in the alley - they left shortly after you entered the building the man with the snakeskin running from the man in black. One of the ugly ones took a mild blow to the head from something I couldn't quite see before he could get to the fight."
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Disciples / Re: Disciples OOC
« on: December 15, 2018, 10:20:37 am »
I'm thinking try to trace the limo's plates to whatever company it was rented from (assuming a rental), see who rented it and then find the employee driving the limo and get what we can out of him.
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Disciples / Re: Witches & Demons & Flies - Oh My!
« on: December 15, 2018, 10:19:00 am »
"If we can't trace the phone then how about the limo? Can you see or trace it's plates?"
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Vampire The Masquerade / Re: Transylvanian Chronicles OOC 2
« on: December 13, 2018, 12:52:25 pm »I dont even get a honourable mention, huh
Clearly he thought you were already dead after attempting a backflip off a ramp on a motorcycle landing face first into the dirt.
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Vampire The Masquerade / Re: Chapter 2: Venetian Nights
« on: December 12, 2018, 07:05:31 pm »
Setting a foot onto the windowsill and grabbing the shutter, Heldric drags himself out, suddenly hit by a rush of sensory information as he begins to pick up sound again. It’s a quiet night out but the contrast is still enough to disorient him - living beings are incapable of experiencing perfect silence because even in a perfect vaccum they can pick up their own heart beat and the blood flowing near their inner ear, as a dead man he didn’t even have so much as that, being in that perfectly silent tavern was maddening.
Digging his claws into the wood outside to anchor himself in place, Heldric scrambles up to the roof, leaving furrows in the wood as he climbs, making up for his lack of grace with sheer strength.
Looking down from the rooftop he just manages to catch sight of some shadows moving in the distance. There are too many for just the assassin and Aimery, there must be others in the alleys tonight. It's then that he catches one closer to his position and spots a familiar flash of white.
***
Anton arranges the nightshades in the shape of wings on his back, then takes a deep breath, exhaling thick, viscous shadow that he wills into the nightshades, granting them substance. Steeling his will, he forces himself to believe the wings are real and takes a running leap out the window, exiting the building with all the grace of a falling brick.
The rush of sound and air are only amplified as his soundless wings begin to flap, pushing him up in to the night sky. The alleys are too dark to see anything concrete but shadows hide nothing from a child of the abyss, and all it takes is a blink for the world to shine as white as snow in the sun. There are many people in the alleys of the city at night, but of particular interest are the two fighting their way down an alley none too far from the tavern, one of them pursuing the other as he engages in a fighting retreat.
Behind him Anton hears and then turns his head to see Joseph leaping onto the ground, tendrils stretching out before him to cushion his fall.
***
"Gladly! We'll need to stock up before we go to teach that big bastard a lesson. Not that we need anything more than a thought and a whim to crush him into the dirt he came from! It's just that it would be terrible to go thirsty before then, that would be horrific, a shame, a sham, an anagram! ".
Digging his claws into the wood outside to anchor himself in place, Heldric scrambles up to the roof, leaving furrows in the wood as he climbs, making up for his lack of grace with sheer strength.
Looking down from the rooftop he just manages to catch sight of some shadows moving in the distance. There are too many for just the assassin and Aimery, there must be others in the alleys tonight. It's then that he catches one closer to his position and spots a familiar flash of white.
***
Anton arranges the nightshades in the shape of wings on his back, then takes a deep breath, exhaling thick, viscous shadow that he wills into the nightshades, granting them substance. Steeling his will, he forces himself to believe the wings are real and takes a running leap out the window, exiting the building with all the grace of a falling brick.
The rush of sound and air are only amplified as his soundless wings begin to flap, pushing him up in to the night sky. The alleys are too dark to see anything concrete but shadows hide nothing from a child of the abyss, and all it takes is a blink for the world to shine as white as snow in the sun. There are many people in the alleys of the city at night, but of particular interest are the two fighting their way down an alley none too far from the tavern, one of them pursuing the other as he engages in a fighting retreat.
Behind him Anton hears and then turns his head to see Joseph leaping onto the ground, tendrils stretching out before him to cushion his fall.
***
"Gladly! We'll need to stock up before we go to teach that big bastard a lesson. Not that we need anything more than a thought and a whim to crush him into the dirt he came from! It's just that it would be terrible to go thirsty before then, that would be horrific, a shame, a sham, an anagram! ".
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Vampire The Masquerade / Re: Transylvanian Chronicles OOC 2
« on: December 12, 2018, 06:50:07 pm »
So, Aman, I remember for sure that I let you buy the custom ritual I made that gives you wings, but I just noticed that you don't have any of the other Abyss Mysticism rituals on your character sheet. I know you have the level 2 one that lets you summon living shadow (Heart-That-Beats-In-Silence), you don't have anything else do you?
You can find the rituals here: http://cityofangels.wikidot.com/abyss-mysticism
Though only up to 5
You can find the rituals here: http://cityofangels.wikidot.com/abyss-mysticism
Though only up to 5
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Vampire The Masquerade / Re: Transylvanian Chronicles OOC 2
« on: December 11, 2018, 09:20:50 am »Robor nods, assuming that the invisible force is Heldric. He draws his nightshades into words.
NOT HERE. OUTSIDE. He writes in the coiterie's common tongue, and summons his black wings. He'll head out the window, hoping to spot anything moving.
Rip Anton, you were forgotten because Aman didn’t play you for nearly three years
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Vampire The Masquerade / Re: Chapter 2: Venetian Nights
« on: December 10, 2018, 10:19:45 am »
Joseph summons an obsidian sword and follows Anton up the stairs, followed quickly by Saladin. There they see one of the doors in the hallway receive a massive blow from some invisible force and loosen on its hinges.
***
Heldric kicks the door a second time, and on the third the latch behind it splinters and the door falls off its hinges to the ground.
Inside the room is a mess. Oil from an overturned inkpot has soaked into the floor, cuts on the ceiling and broken furniture speak as to the struggle that took place here. Faint dark splotches that Heldric can only assume are blood can be found on the open windowsill.
Other than a large amount of damaged property, the room is empty.
It’s nearly the fright of his unlife when Heldric notices the other members of his Conspiracy moving up behind him - in this environment the only senses he had left were touch and sight, and he only noticed Anton charging to the room when he was no more than two metres away.
***
Heldric kicks the door a second time, and on the third the latch behind it splinters and the door falls off its hinges to the ground.
Inside the room is a mess. Oil from an overturned inkpot has soaked into the floor, cuts on the ceiling and broken furniture speak as to the struggle that took place here. Faint dark splotches that Heldric can only assume are blood can be found on the open windowsill.
Other than a large amount of damaged property, the room is empty.
It’s nearly the fright of his unlife when Heldric notices the other members of his Conspiracy moving up behind him - in this environment the only senses he had left were touch and sight, and he only noticed Anton charging to the room when he was no more than two metres away.
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Vampire The Masquerade / Re: Chapter 2: Venetian Nights
« on: December 08, 2018, 01:50:45 pm »
Ignoring the smell of blood, Steeple makes his way behind the tavern counter where he finds the entrance to the wine cellar. Pulling the hatch open, the smell of wine and unwashed flesh drifts up from the cellar. Descending a few steps down, his eyes manage to piece out a number of unconscious humans - the tavern owner and his staff.
***
Other than the dead bodies, Heldric finds no clues as to the assassin's presence.
While he does not know which specific room Aimery was guarding, as the guards were unable to draw their weapons and were likely near Aimery's room he tries the doors to the rooms around their bodies. The third one he tries is locked.
***
Other than the dead bodies, Heldric finds no clues as to the assassin's presence.
While he does not know which specific room Aimery was guarding, as the guards were unable to draw their weapons and were likely near Aimery's room he tries the doors to the rooms around their bodies. The third one he tries is locked.
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Disciples / Re: Disciples OOC
« on: December 08, 2018, 10:25:36 am »
He can’t without matter dots no?
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Vampire The Masquerade / Re: Chapter 2: Venetian Nights
« on: December 07, 2018, 07:43:28 pm »
Growing claws using Protean, Heldric effortlessly scales the outer wall of the tavern. Octavius passes through to the other side and with a minor application of force opens the shutter for Heldric without him having to brute force it open. Octavius gives him the clear, there's no one else on the other side of the window.
What a mess. Doesn't seem like they got to put up much of a fight
Octavius merges back into Heldric so that Heldric can hear the ghost in the soundless building. Climbing in through the window he sees the corpses of two ghouls laying in the hallway, their throats cut open and their weapons still in their respective sheaths. Heldric actually recognizes one of them - he'd been one of Heldric's tails, Narses' man. These men must have been assigned to guard Aimery tonight.
What a mess. Doesn't seem like they got to put up much of a fight
Octavius merges back into Heldric so that Heldric can hear the ghost in the soundless building. Climbing in through the window he sees the corpses of two ghouls laying in the hallway, their throats cut open and their weapons still in their respective sheaths. Heldric actually recognizes one of them - he'd been one of Heldric's tails, Narses' man. These men must have been assigned to guard Aimery tonight.
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Vampire The Masquerade / Re: Transylvanian Chronicles OOC 2
« on: December 07, 2018, 07:30:05 pm »
Congrats that's awesome! What are you qualified for now?
Running custom stuff blows my mind. There's so much work that has to go into it. I don't know that I would have ever run vampire if I didn't have the transylvania by night modules to give me a setting and background.
Though I guess I ended up editing the plot in a bunch of places anyway (God the ending for the OG chronicles sucks ass).
Running custom stuff blows my mind. There's so much work that has to go into it. I don't know that I would have ever run vampire if I didn't have the transylvania by night modules to give me a setting and background.
Though I guess I ended up editing the plot in a bunch of places anyway (God the ending for the OG chronicles sucks ass).
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Vampire The Masquerade / Re: Transylvanian Chronicles OOC 2
« on: December 07, 2018, 06:35:22 pm »Yup, totally trust the guy with access to a ridiculous amount of lethal drugs and equipment every day
As for what I would run... I'd start with a short DnD 5e mini-adventure. I own most of the materials up to date in hard copy but I also own everything on fantasy grounds which is an online tabletop game which, If I get you all on free accounts, you could all access so you could make any build on it for the game. Or just find the info online.
then you could just use the materials and I could run it on here like normal.
Would you run a module or something custom?
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Disciples / Re: Witches & Demons & Flies - Oh My!
« on: December 07, 2018, 05:59:37 pm »
(Assuming Emend is telling them the location), Killer scries the area and casts analyze life on the hobo, looking only to confirm that he is not a demon before Beats goes in to collect the phone, trusting that he would be stealthy enough to get a phone from a sleeping man without the need for any intervention on anyone else's part.
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Vampire The Masquerade / Re: Chapter 2: Venetian Nights
« on: December 07, 2018, 05:56:28 pm »
"Well last I checked old chap we were going off to find him when Saladin joined us, then Heldric found the two of us and demanded we follow him, something about an assassin and a conspiracy and how we should hurry up before we're all killed tomorrow, trivial stuff really."
Entering the tavern hits the highly sensitive Steeple like a brick wall - his fine tuned hearing, used to picking up even the most minute of sounds is immediately cut off. He understands that in this tavern, sound is not just muted, but the concept of sound does not exist.
This just makes it all the more amazing that Prince Maurice is able to defy this magic and clearly produce sound that Steeple can hear without any sort of difficulty whatsoever. What a vastly talented individual.
Directing his attention to his other senses, the faint smell of blood becomes apparent, drifting down from upstairs. It is not the powerful, potent vitae of the elder dead but fragrance and youth of a human.
Entering the tavern hits the highly sensitive Steeple like a brick wall - his fine tuned hearing, used to picking up even the most minute of sounds is immediately cut off. He understands that in this tavern, sound is not just muted, but the concept of sound does not exist.
This just makes it all the more amazing that Prince Maurice is able to defy this magic and clearly produce sound that Steeple can hear without any sort of difficulty whatsoever. What a vastly talented individual.
Directing his attention to his other senses, the faint smell of blood becomes apparent, drifting down from upstairs. It is not the powerful, potent vitae of the elder dead but fragrance and youth of a human.
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Vampire The Masquerade / Re: Chapter 2: Venetian Nights
« on: December 07, 2018, 12:27:15 am »
Heldric and Anton lead the way to inn where Aimery has made his haven.
Heldric keeps an eye out for the assassin he knows is coming but cannot see anything of note. In fact, all things considered it is almost unnaturally quiet outside. Despite being just past midnight the group can't hear any sound coming from the tavern, which would normally be filled with or surrounded by drunks. He notes Andreas with Mr.Whitey slung over his shoulders, the two of them seemingly unsettled by their current circumstances.
Saladin frowns, and as the group approaches the tavern doors he understands what's bothering him - this unnatural quiet is somewhat reminiscent of the very first power that all Assamite assassins learn as a part of their training, the ability to enshroud an area in complete and absolute silence.
Anton, taking point for the group with Joseph, opens the door to the tavern, not noticing that anything was wrong. On entering he finds that he is unable to hear anything or see anyone. However, seeing as this does not differ very much from his normal senses and everyday experiences, it is only when Joseph pulls on his arm and starts trying to speak to him face to face without any words coming out of his mouth that he realizes a spell has been cast on the building.
Heldric keeps an eye out for the assassin he knows is coming but cannot see anything of note. In fact, all things considered it is almost unnaturally quiet outside. Despite being just past midnight the group can't hear any sound coming from the tavern, which would normally be filled with or surrounded by drunks. He notes Andreas with Mr.Whitey slung over his shoulders, the two of them seemingly unsettled by their current circumstances.
Saladin frowns, and as the group approaches the tavern doors he understands what's bothering him - this unnatural quiet is somewhat reminiscent of the very first power that all Assamite assassins learn as a part of their training, the ability to enshroud an area in complete and absolute silence.
Anton, taking point for the group with Joseph, opens the door to the tavern, not noticing that anything was wrong. On entering he finds that he is unable to hear anything or see anyone. However, seeing as this does not differ very much from his normal senses and everyday experiences, it is only when Joseph pulls on his arm and starts trying to speak to him face to face without any words coming out of his mouth that he realizes a spell has been cast on the building.