You are Juan Emanuel Collazo, and maldito is it hot out.Hiking up the main street of La Ciudad Metropolitana de Nuestra Señora de Monterrey, the noonday sun is almost enough to divert you into the shade of one of the nearby shacks for respite. You press on, though, fighting through the oppressive rays and dusty air as you set your mind on your goal: your family’s farm, located on the outskirts of town. It’s brutal. You really should have accepted the water before leaving the leatherworker’s shop. And yet, here you are. The crunching of tough, dry grass under your feet and the distant barking of only-semi-domesticated hounds are your sole companions for what feels like ages, but you sense the landscape around you changing. You don’t even have the energy to raise your head, your gaze drilling new holes in the ground with every step even as you crest the final hill and nearly fall down the rest of the way to your porch, milking gravity for all its worth. You place your hand on the shoddy, wooden railing at the front and take a break: your first in nearly an hour. Sweat trickles down your brow.
>>2964024Staggering in through the front door, you set down the bundle of leather straps that had prompted this whole mess as you collapse on the bench in the kitchen. Gabriela, your sister, offers you a piece of bread with a sympathetic look. Wordlessly accepting, you tear into it as you recover from the ordeal.Your mother clicks her tongue as she walks in. “Well, at least you remembered the leather this time.” She walks past and begins laying out the assortment of beans and rice she had been carrying on the wooden table. “Gabriela. Come.” As your sister departs to assist her, your younger brother Miguel enters, investigating the racket. Seeing you so thoroughly defeated, he laughs. “Joto, joto, joto!” Lunging towards you, you realize he’s going for your bread!>Fight him off, it’s your bread and you are VERY hungry.>Twist out of the way, he’s always been clumsy anyway.>Turn your back – he’s 8, it’s not like he can actually hurt you.>Let him have it; you’re feeling generous.>Other?
Welcome to Shovelhead Quest! You’ll play as a newly turned vampire/cannon fodder in the nascent Sabbat as you fight through various horrors, atrocities, and intrigue.>Where and when the hell are we?In the second half of the 17th century, in what is present-day Mexico.>What setting are you using?oWoD for most things, with some editing on my part. Most canon named characters will probably not show up for quite a while, if ever.>Rules?1d100, best of first 3. DC is hidden but will change based on your skills, abilities, and any environmental modifiers present. >Anything elseAsk!
>>2964033>Turn your back – he’s 8, it’s not like he can actually hurt you.If you weren't such a little shit Mig we might have thought about sharing but noooooooooooooooo.
>>2964033>>Twist out of the way, he’s always been clumsy anyway.
>>2964037I do like how you displayed our physical stat choices for this.I'm assuming that giving our little brother the bread would have been either humanity or willpower related due to us being hungry
>>2964033>Let him have it; you’re feeling generous.We a Mexica, central Americano, or a south Americano?
>>2964047fuck, wrong one, turn your back, I meant
>>2964033>Turn your back – he’s 8, it’s not like he can actually hurt you.As you simply roll over with a groan and weather his blows on your shoulder, hiding the bread from sight, Miguel laughs at your lethargic efforts. He makes one final half-hearted effort at his theft before running off again with that youthful energy of his, and you triumphantly finish the rest of your meal in peace. Now, as for the rest of the afternoon, what to-Your eyes snap open, rest disturbed by a comotion in the back room, where your family typically takes their meals. Drowsily pulling yourself to a seated position, you notice the sun’s position has changed quite a bit from the last time you looked. Did you really just pass out? Annoying. Although, you suppose it had been about time for a siesta, anyway. As you stand up reluctantly, intent on seeing what the fuss – and potential meal - is about, you hesitate as you hear what sounds like a rustling of disturbed vegetation outside. >Take a look.>It’s not unusual for strays to be sniffing about outside; it’s probably nothing. >Other?>>2964046Something like that, yes. They don't just influence basic stats, though.
>>2964081Get a shovel, bat, or even a soccer ball net filled with soccer balls.
>>2964081>Take a quick look.That's actually pretty cool QM, I'm kinda hoping there's going to be more of that in the near future.
>>2964081>Take a look.
>>2964090Mid-17th century poor Mexican farmers are a bit low on soccer balls but you can grab something, sure>>2964092>>2964106>Take a look>Grab an improvised weaponRustling around until you find your trusty wooden plank with a semi-sharpened tip you use to discourage strays from harassing your farm, you open the door and look about for the source of the noise.Roll me some 1d100s
Rolled 74 (1d100)>>2964131search roll
Rolled 36 (1d100)>>2964131I call upon the powers of the Chupacabra to give us a bullshit weapon!
>>2964131oh fuck, we're serfs
>>2964131In general, I’ll ask for a roll against a DC I pick based on abilities, skills, difficulty, and modifiers. The more you beat the DC by, the better it is for you. In this case, for example, the DC was 65, since you’ve lived here all your life and know the land well, but the thing you’re looking for is a fairly small animal trying to remain hidden. Normally I will not tell you the DC, though.>>2964142>74You look around the front of the shack, scanning the grass for depressions and looking for swirls of dirt that indicate recent movement. You notice tracks leading off to the left, around the corner of your house, and an agitation in the dusty air that supports this. Looking to the left, you JUST catch the tail of what looks to be a dog as it turns the corner. Probably a single wild dog – they’re all over the place, these days. Spaniards brought them over for hunting then just… abandoned them when they realized they weren’t as useful here as in Europe. Pendejos don’t remotely care about the attacks, deaths even, that this has resulted in.>Follow it around the corner. These things can be dangerous!>It’s just one, it’s really not worth it. It can definitely outrun you even on a good day, and this is not a good day. You’ve got better things to do. >Other?
>>2964209>Follow it around the corner. These things can be dangerous!
>>2964209>Follow it around the corner. These things can be dangerous!Remove perro
>>2964209>Follow it around the corner. These things can be dangerous!Turning the corner, plank held in front of you defensively, you prepare to scare the dog off before it mauls someone or steals your food – the two most common outcomes. Strangely, though, it doesn’t look to be attempting either of those things. You see it calmly sniffing at the base of the outer wall of the shack, pawing lightly at the intersection of boards and ground to expose more wood as it does. As the tough vegetation crunches over your feet, though, it suddenly looks back and notices your presence. It bolts off immediately. Well, that’s that taken care of, at least.>Leave to join what you presume is dinner and enjoy a job well done.>I wonder what it was pawing at…>Other?I will say that each of these choices for the first session is affecting your stats, demeanour, and other things. It’s not simply ‘investigate and gain knowledge’ or ‘give up and gain nothing’.
>>2964321>I wonder what it was pawing at…
>>2964321>Leave to join what you presume is dinner and enjoy a job well done.Dogs sniff all kinds of things. Some other animal probably took a leak there.
>>2964321>No tie-breakerYou give the area a once-over, but don't see anything out of the ordinary jump out at you. You decide to head back inside.Your mother gives you a reproachful look as you follow the scent of cooking and spices into the room where the rest of your family are having dinner. “Glad you could finally join us, Juan.” As she passes you the wooden bowl containing her usual hearty rice and bean dish, you settle in to the routine of the family dinner. Teasing your brother, talking with your sister, justifying your actions to your mother. It’s nice. Your mother nods as you mention the wild dog, though she doesn’t seem worried. They are very common, after all. The meal comes to a close in typical fashion, your mother nabbing Gabriela to help with the washing up as she tries to escape. You have no plans for the remainder of the evening, though you do see your brother running off yet again to the outdoors. Does he have no end to his energy?>You’ve been trying to learn how to read. You’re still not literate by any means, but now is as good a time as any to practice. >Follow Miguel outside to play.>Go to sleep early, you’re still beat.>Other?
>>2964458>You’ve been trying to learn how to read. You’re still not literate by any means, but now is as good a time as any to practice. We will become smart serf
>>2964458>You’ve been trying to learn how to read. You’re still not literate by any means, but now is as good a time as any to practice. Too early to go to bed, and I still haven't forgiven Miguel for his attempted bread-thievery.
>>2964458Despite your heavy eyelids, you open up your pilfered diccionario and begin looking through the listings, picking out the entries with pictures and trying to relate how the words are written with how you know them to be spoken. You’ve been at this a while; it’s probably not the most effective learning method. You are making progress, though! Just last month you figured out that the ‘ah’ and ‘ae’ sounds you make are usually written with the letter ‘a’. All these accents, though… confusing.This continues for several hours as Miguel’s shrieking carries on and Gabriela continues assisting Mother with the chores. The sun passes overhead and begins to dip down beneath the horizon. Your eyelids droop lower and lower, until you finally admit that you’re not accomplishing anything by just staring blankly at the page. You place the book beneath the floorboard you keep it stored in and head off to your bed, the makeshift straw mattress calling your name. You head has barely set down before you fade into the welcoming embrace of sleep.BANG.Next thing you know, you've been woken up in the middle of the night by a loud noise outside. Blearily looking about, you can’t pinpoint the source, and no further noises come through in the next few moments. Glancing over at the other members of your family, they don’t seem to have woken up. You’ve always been a light sleeper.What is it with today and your sleep being disturbed?>Investigate on your own.>Wake someone else up (Who?)>Fuck this, your straw mattress is comfy and you’re not entirely sure it wasn’t your imagination. Stay in bed.>Other?
>>2964554>Other?>Don't get out of bed but try and listen for a while longer.
>>2964613Support for this, don't really feel like running out alone in middle of night
>>2964554>Don't get out of bed but try and listen for a while longer.You decide to wait a bit, seeing if it really was your imagination.BANG.There it is again. Fully awake, you're pretty sure it's coming from the family's rickety shed - the direction's about right. You use it mainly for storing meat after the traps strewn about the farm perimeter catch something – a rare occurrence. Father was the one who knew how to build and maintain them, and since he… Well, you do your best anyway.BANG.The noise seems to be coming at fairly regular intervals. And... yep, you can hear the wind howling outside. Maybe the wind is swinging the door? Miguel does tend to leave it open, sometimes. He's forgetful like that.BANG.Well, this is annoying.>Go take a look - confirm your suspicions.>Wake up Miguel and make him do it – older brother privileges.>Other?
>>2964669>>Other?Wake up Miguel and check togetherI'd rather we not check it alone...
>>2964677This was also my thought tooSupporting
>>2964669I will support >>2964677 and also take our semi-sharpened plank.
>>2964669>Wake up Miguel and check together.You sigh. As much as you’d like to push it off on Miguel, he’s only 8, and that wild dog could be sniffing around for all you know. Still – he’s at fault, no way are you letting him sleep through this.BANG.You amble over to his corner of the room and roughly shake him awake. “You left the shed door open, idiota.” Ignoring his protests of innocence, you drag him up from his warm, cozy-looking patch of hay and cloth with just a little vindictive pleasure. Grabbing your sharpened plank, your bare feet step out onto the dirty, cold porch flooring as you drag a sleepy Miguel behind you.Squinting to see what’s going on nearly 100 feet away just by moonlight, you let your eyes adjust. After a few moments, the shed comes into focus and… yep, that pinche door is open, swinging in the wind like it’s mocking you.BANG.You cuff Miguel on the head in time with the noise and set out across the hard dirt towards the shed. He’s backed off his claims of innocence and is now just sullenly following in your steps, trying not to roll his small ankles in the packed dirt.Thankfully, the dog is nowhere to be seen as you approach. Hanging off the latch of the rough, homemade door is one of Miguel’s toys. “Idiota!” you repeat as you take it off and hand it back to him. You’re about to shut the door when you notice something unusual: there’s something new hanging in the shed next to the meat you already had hanging there. In the moonlight, you can’t make out details from here.>Mother probably caught something, which does happen rarely. Shut the door and ask about it in the morning.>Step inside to get a closer look.>Ask Miguel if he recognizes it.>Other?
>>2964777Dropped my trip, whoops. It's important to shitpost anonymously
>>2964777>Ask Miguel if he recognizes it.
>>2964777>Ask Miguel if he recognizes it.Why do I get the feeling that Mig will either be drained or also turned into a shovelhead?
>>2964777>Other?Let's go get a light.
>>2964777Sorry.Close and lock the door, then go get a light. Too bad we can't see in the dark.
>>2964895I support this choice as well.We can actually combine it with asking Mig at the same time
>>2964777You turn to Miguel. “Let’s get a torch, Miguel. It’s hard to see here.” He nods, barely awake, holding onto his toy protectively. You shut and latch the door before heading back to the house, back across the cold dirt. If this idiota had half a brain you’d be cozily dozing off right now, thinking of that chica at the leatherworker’s shop. But, he doesn’t, so here you are. You grab one of the family’s few torches, lighting it with your flint before returning back across the dirt. Each depression you make in the dirt reminds you of how much you would rather be asleep at this moment. Miguel’s muffled whining isn’t helping, either. The shed door stands stoic in front of you, blissfully silent.(1/2)
>>2964911You swing the door open and look in, vision aided by the torchlight this time. With the flickering light and shadows cast into the shed, you can definitely spot something new hanging there – looks to be a wild dog of some sort. You turn to Miguel. “You recognize that, hermanito? I didn’t catch it.” He squints and steps into the shed. “No, hermano mayor. Don’t think madre caught that one either.” He steps even closer and pokes it. “It’s a… dog?”You step in to the shed with him, protectively placing a hand on his shoulder as you get a better look at it. Yep, that’s the perro you chased off earlier but… santa mierda its head has been twisted around completely! This wasn’t caught in one of your traps, that’s for sure.BANG.Jesuchristo that door is annoying. >Investigate further. How did it get here? How did it die?>Something about this doesn’t sit right. Send Miguel back to the house and poke around with your plank.>Other?
>>2964983>Get Miguel and you back into the house, nothing is right about this situation.NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE
>>2965012>>2964983Yep. Fuck this noise.
>>2964983In fact let's go back and wake the others, and maybe light another torch so we can use one as a weapon.
>>2964983This>>2965012Bar door and grab a cross. Something is fucked up.
>>2965039Supporting. This is the work of El Demonio. Torch, cross and faith shall protect us.
>>2964983>Get out of here and pray this devilishness away This is… wrong. You’re hardly the overly spiritual sort, but even you can recognize the work of the diablo. This isn’t how things should be. That dog’s corpse is still dripping blood! You dig out the wooden cross the town’s pastor gave to you on your last birthday and say a quick prayer. It doesn’t really make you feel all that much better, but it’s something.“Miguel, we’re going back to the house. This isn’t right.” You tug his shoulder, indicating he should follow, as you start to move back out towards the door.He tries to squirm away, elbowing you as he gives you that annoying grin of his. “Joto! I’m not afraid of our food, unlike you. We eat dog all the time – sissy!” He manages to get out from your grip – it wasn’t all that tight – and goes back to the hanging dog. He pokes it. “If you didn’t catch it, howdid it get here, hermano? A gift from Father’s spirit?” He shoots you a teasing grin. He knows that's a sore point for you.>Grab his arm and drag him out of here, you are LEAVING.>Try to convince him to leave. It’s late, whatever animal did this could still be here.>Other?>…The shed door should’ve banged twice more by now.
>>2965121>Smack him across the mouth and drag his ass back insideYOU WANNA TALK SHIT ABOUT DAD AT THE WORST POSSIBLE MOMENT? YOU BETTER BELIEVE THAT IT'S ONLY BECAUSE OF MOM THAT I'M NOT LEAVING YOUR ASS HIGH AND DRY FOR DIABLO!
>>2965121Didn´t we latch the door?Do we have any neightbors nearby?
>>2965155You latched the door as you left but not when you reentered with the torch.There are other farmers who are your neighbours, but they're still quite a ways away, especially if you walked in the night.
>>2965163I mean, it doesn´t means anything. The wind has just stopped... please tell me it did
>>2965121>Grab him by his wrist and whisper to himMiguel, pequeña mierda, this is serious. There is someone there and mother is still sleeping. Dios, listen to me. I am gonna try and scare it off. I want you to go to our neightbors´ and tell them to get the alguacil here as quickly as you can, you hear me?
>>2965218>>2965121This, except we take him back to get mom and we go get the neighbour's.No splitting the party.
>>2965304He is a fucking brat. Better give him a torch and make sure he runs straight to our neightbors. If there is someone really scary there is a chance he could get hurt.
>>2965320Isolating the 8 year old kid? That's like giving whatever is out there a free meal.
>>2965326Meh, may be right. Let´s give him the torch and grab a hoe for ourselves. But we have to make him realize that this is fucking serious.
>>2965121>GET OUT OF HERE HOMBRES!You smack Miguel across the mouth as he back talks you. “This is NOT the time!” you whisper harshly. “Whatever’s done this could still be out there! We need to get back to the house. Dios watches over the dwellings of each of us, remember what the pastor said? We will be safe, there.”BANG.You turn suddenly at the out-of-rhythm noise, keeping a firm grip on Miguel this time, and see the upper half of the door has been… torn off, somehow. What could have done this? Suddenly, Miguel shrieks in fright at something as you feel a heavy impact on your shoulder, driving you to the ground and-BLACKNESS.Your eyes whip open. Your conscious mind takes a couple moments longer, as it snaps through your last memories and arrives at your current situation. You were… knocked out? Attacked from behind, maybe. Dios, what about Miguel? He was right there with you. You pray he’s survived, as you seem to have done. Wait a minute, did someone BURY you?You’re surrounded by earth. It pushes down on you, but strangely you don’t feel panicky, or breathless. Now that you’re mentally situated, though, you can… sense… vibrations in the dirt. There’s a great deal of motion around you. Maybe you aren’t alone? Jesuchristo, buried alive in a mass grave. Something’s… dripping down onto you, too, you’ve just noticed. Might be raining up above. All of a sudden, the motions all around you spike up suddenly in agitation. You hear screaming. And with that, you get an overwhelming urge. Urges. Compulsions.DIG.SURVIVE.FEED.
>>2965348And with that, I will have to step out for a bit! Will resume the thread in about 6 hours or so when I return. Feel free to shoot with questions, comments, gratuitous shitposting constructive criticism, or whatever else you'd like. Until then!
>>2965360How old are we?
>>2965348Would you mind warning when the votes are closed and you are writing, for the next threads?Otherwise, nice quest. Wonder if we will be able to be a priest of the pack.
>>2965360I'm kinda hoping we'll be a Tzimisce so we can build up an army of angry flesh chupacabras but I can live with being one of the other clans.
Back and writing>>2965379Late teens, though keep in mind that teenage years were less of a thing back then>>2965387Noted. Will do.
>>2965348The compulsions guide your body, mind, and spirit, and you find your arms tearing through the loose earth almost without conscious thought. Around you, you feel others doing the same, giving the sensation of being stuck in a pit of dirt and writhing bodies. The screaming continues from all around you, rising and falling without rhythm. It doesn’t sound frightened, though. Almost… excited? You find your mouth opening as you join in, emotions rising and falling in uncharacteristic jolts. You’d be unnerved if it weren’t so exhilarating.At last, your arms find air, and you pull your upper torso from the ground, legs following suit as you roll out onto the dirt. As you lay there, catching your- wait, no, you’re not out of breath. Strange.As you lay there, staring at the sky and coming down slightly from the emotional high, you see others emerging around you in similar states of exultation. You notice you’re still screaming, and stop, a little put off.>See if you recognize anyone>Stand up and look around at the terrain>You feel… off, somehow.>Other?
>>2966841>Stop screaming and check yourself, you feel off somehow
>>2966841>Stop screaming and check yourself, you feel off somehow>May call it for the night and resume in the morning depending on turnoutYou feel the urge to start screaming again, but you keep it down. Something feels… different, now. As others emerge from the dirt around you, you pay little mind to them and focus on that difference.The night air is… sharper. The sounds of the wilderness and your brethren are unusually clear. The light, brighter than you last remember. You can almost taste the anticipation in the air, and suddenly, instinctively, recognize the smell around you as blood. Human blood. How did you know that?You realize suddenly that it’s not raining, and look down at yourself, wondering where the dampness you felt came from. The red tint and iron tang in your nostril betray it as the source of that smell, the blood. Briefly glancing about, everyone around you is similarly covered. Strangely, you aren’t frightened – in fact, you almost feel-FEED.The compulsion hits your brain like a hammer. Dios, you really are hungry, aren’t you? Guess mama’s dinner wasn’t enough for you tonight. Your brain hones in on a shape in the distance – this urge is targeted, direct. Down the hill, you see a large building, stone. Very rare around these parts; there are only a few like it in town. You briefly ponder how you know you can find something to eat there, but dismiss the thought as unimportant with a shake of your head. You are still in town, right? Wait, wait, wait a minute, let’s slow down, what’s going-FEED.>Stagger to your feet and head towards the building. You are hungry, after all.>Get up and run towards the building. You are very hungry, after all.>Stumble down the hill towards the building, relying mostly on gravity. You are hungry, after all.>FEED.
>>2966967> Look for someone to help you, everything is wrong!FEED
>>2966967Wait, is this still Chargen? Because in that case >Get up and run towards the building. You are very hungry, after all.
>>2966967>Get up and run towards the building. You are very hungry, after all.FEED.
>>2966984Sort of, yeah, but every option has a consequence. Just vote normally and everything will turn out fine...>>2966989>Thinking anyone can help you, now>>2966967>Get up and run towards the building. You are very hungry, after all.>FEED.Dios, you can barely take this any longer. This is worse than that time you got lost trying to track down a wild pig you injured and went without food for 3 days. This is worse than that time mama screwed up a meal when you were little and tried to force-feed you burned rice, and you refused to eat anything until father showed up with meat 2 days later. This is worse than-FEED.BLACKNESS.-that time that… wait, where are you?The walls of the building you’ve targeted why are you targeting it? loom in front of you and you finally recognize it as the manse of the local Spaniard ruler. He killed father, you know he did, he won’t admit it but he- You hear ecstatic shrieking behind you, and you turn to see a sizeable group, at least 20, coming down the hill after you. It looks like you beat them here. Now, you just have to find a way into the manse...You idly brush some ash off your shoulder. You don’t feel QUITE so hungry any more, but hey, if there’s more food in there, might as well see.>Look around for an actual entrance.>These are pretty rough stones; try to scale the wall.>Other?
>>2967050>These are pretty rough stones; try to scale the wall.Any actual entrance is going to get crowded real fast.
>>2967050I wonder if we can enter uninvited? Do we assume there are other people in the building as well? Would not like to drain a kid accidentally.
>>2967066>Would not like to drain a kid accidentally.At this point we've already committed diablery, a kid at this point would be the least of our sins before Final Death is upon us.I do however understand your desires to hold onto our humanity. I too wish the same, albeit I fear it might be more damaged and dirtied before we achieve some modicum of freedom.
>>2967066At this point you know almost nothing about your own nature - just that you are hungry, and you KNOW that you can FEED. in that manse
>>2965121>These are pretty rough stones; try to scale the wall.
>>2967050>These are pretty rough stones; try to scale the wall.Roll me some 1d100s, folks. Will start writing when I get back.
Rolled 93 (1d100)>>2967107
Rolled 70 (1d100)>>2967107BY THE POWERS OF THE SON! WE WILL HAVE A GRIP!
>>2967107fucking trip again
>>2967109GRIP WAS GOTTEN!
Back and writing
>>2967107>93You’ve not much experience climbing before, but whoever put this wall together clearly did not have ‘keeping a determined human from climbing over it’ do you still feel human? on their mind when doing so. You quickly grab onto the various outcroppings and haul yourself up to the top, peering over into the courtyard below.There are guards pacing about, nearly a dozen that you can see, between here and the FEED. building. They carry those flintlock rifles they so love to tote about on their shoulders, and a torch. Staring at the flames they carry gives you a momentary shudder, though you can’t quite place it and it quickly disappears. Just another odd thing on an odd night, you suppose. Now that you have a moment to yourself, actually, you think back on the events of-FEED.That’s right! You need to eat! Questions can wait until after you’ve found your way into the mansion and found some hearty BLOOD. food and drink. Wait, what was that last thought? You shake your head to clear it, deciding that it can wait.The sounds below you tell you that the main body of the crowd behind you has circled around, likely looking for a gate. You’re smarter than that, though.>Wait up here and see how things play out.>Crawl down the other side and try to sneak to the mansion – Spaniards don’t typically take kindly to Natives on their property.>Those guards probably have a better idea about what’s going on than you do – approach one and ask him some questions.>Other?
>>2967151>Wait up here and see how things play out.The Patient Hunter gets it's prey.
And as my eyelids are actively fighting me at this point, I think I will leave this vote open for the night and resume mid to late morning CST tomorrow. Thanks all for playing and, as before, any questions/comments/constructive criticism/other are welcome!
>>2967050>Thinking anyone can help you, nowIt's a natural reaction for someone who is still a Teenager to run and hope to find someone to help you.> Other?Kitchen or Servants entrance?
>>2967207> It's a natural reaction for someone who is still a Teenager to run and hope to find someone to help you.Bullshit.
>>2967199Thank you for running! Interesting quest and setting, hope to see more from you.
>>2967221When shit is this messed up? When they're so hungry? He's still somewhat of a kid suddenly way out of his depth.
>>2967247That heavily depends on the teenager, but I'll concede the point. Still though, he's a Native, and I doubt he'd want to risk having anything to do with the Spaniards employed to the man he's convinced killed his father.
>>2967256That's true. Which is why he should find a hopefully defenseless friendly Native servant.Maybe even someone he knows who works there!
>>2967207>Kitchen or Servants entrance?You're on kind of an outer wall around the courtyard that the mansion is in - but once you get to the building, sure.I see now that my writing was a bit vague on that point in some earlier posts. Apologies.>>2967199Back and writing. Depending on how many people are awake yet may be a slow burn session today - we'll see.
>>2967151>Wait up here and see how things play out.You’ve always taken a more patient approach to things in your life. You trap animals instead of hunting; you farm instead of taking up a trade and selling your goods. Keeping that trend here seems a safe bet. Those Spaniards have guns! You’re sure when the crowd gets to the gate and starts talking to the guards things will get worked out, though. Why would you all be directed here if they didn’t know you were coming?CRACK.The sharp report of a gunshot rings across the yard. Are those pendejos SHOOTING into the crowd? Bastards. Probably just got bored of dealing with them and decided it was easier to open fire. Wouldn’t be the first time. Dios, you miss-CRACK. CRACK. CRACK.Screams begin to accompany the gunshots. You feel like a coward for not helping out you brethren why do you feel so attached to them? but it’s not like you have a weapon! They’d just shoot you too!All but a few of the guards have begun running to the gate and readying their firearms. The way to the manse is almost clear now, thanks to – Dios, that’s a grim thought – thanks to the… distraction at the gate. And you HAVE to make it to the manse, that much you know.>Climb down the wall and try to sneak through the courtyard.>Jump down the wall and make a run at the manse!>Head over to the gate – it’s a long shot, but maybe you can talk some sense into the Spaniards. Before getting shot, ideally.>Other?
>>2967892>Climb down the wall and try to sneak through the courtyard.They're distracted, now's our chance.
>>2967892>Climb down the wall and try to sneak through the courtyard.Sneeki breeki
>>2967892>>Jump down the wall and make a run at the manse!
>20 minutes seems a reasonable time to close off votesGive me those sneaky 1d100s
Rolled 83 (1d100)>>2967946AHHHHH NUUUUU CHEEKI BREEKI!
Rolled 17 (1d100)>>2967946rollan
>>2967977>>2967974With our powers combined, we create a perfect 100
Rolled 39 (1d100)>>2967946
>>2967892>83>Luck beats skill 7 times of 10You’re hardly one of those trained hunters who can pass through an area without even the bugs noticing their presence, but it's dark out and there is a rather large distraction currently. You awkwardly climb down the other side of the wall and decide to try sneaking across the courtyard.Thankfully, your position very near a row of those stupid decorative bushes the Spaniards love to place around their property and leave for the natives to maintain. It’s hardly any work at all to keep out of sight, and with all the people running around the noise made by your inexpert stalking does not seem to raise any alarms. You come to the end of the row at one of the corners of the large, nauseatingly luxurious mansion. The Spanish coat of arms is painted on a wooden panel to the side of the main entrance, as if you could forget who owned it.>It looks like the door guards ran off too – just head in through the front door. Fastest and simplest is best.>Look around for a servant’s entrance, that’ll probably be the easiest place to find the food you’re looking for. You might even see one of your fellow natives there who can explain what the HELL is going on.>Climbing up the courtyard wall wasn’t so hard; try to climb up the building’s wall and enter on another floor. The REAL good food will be in a dining room somewhere.>Other?
>>2968038>Climbing up the courtyard wall wasn’t so hard; try to climb up the building’s wall and enter on another floor. The REAL good food will be in a dining room somewhere.Even if there's no guards nearby, there's always someone that can easily spot us coming through the front door and call for help.
>>2968038>>Climbing up the courtyard wall wasn’t so hard; try to climb up the building’s wall and enter on another floor. The REAL good food will be in a dining room somewhere
>>2968038>Sorry for delay - minor thing cropped up. Dealt with.You look up at the wall of the building. It’s smoother than the courtyard wall, but that was a breeze! How hard could this be? You pick out a location that looks to have a reasonable number of things to hold onto and start climbing up.Bring out those kung fu grip 1d100s
Rolled 4 (1d100)>>2968191inb1 nat 4
Rolled 5 (1d100)>>2968191I looks like job for me
Rolled 51 (1d100)>>2968191
>>2968220>>2968219>>2968197Fuck, QM what's your rules on crits?
>>2968197>>2968219>>2968220>>2968227>>2968229I don't care what anyone else thinks, I am proud of my nat 4.
>>29682291s and 100s overwrite, everything else is best of 3>>2968220That's a white belt grip, at best.>...Writing
>>2968240You should be, you called that sum'bitch.
>>2968243>>2968191At this point remembering my trip is basically a coin flip chance.>>2968038>Climbing up the courtyard wall wasn’t so hard; try to climb up the building’s wall and enter on another floor. The REAL good food will be in a dining room somewhere.>51>This wall is in fact, so hardAlmost immediately you can tell that this wall is NOTHING like the outer stone wall. This has had quite a bit more care put into it, and while the desire was likely aesthetics rather than defense, the end result is the same – you can’t get up more than a few feet before falling back down onto your ass, no matter how hard you try.Worse still, it seems your inexpert stumbling has attracted attention; the torchlight of the nearest guard is drawing closer and you hear the distinctive click how can you hear that so clearly? of the flintlock being readied for combat. He calls out: “Quien va alla?”Shit.>You might JUST have time to dart in the front door before he gets here.>There’s a few stone steps leading up to the front door – try to hide behind them and pray he doesn’t get too close.>At your estimation, you don’t think you’ll be able to make it around the corner of the house before he sees you, but you might be able to make it before he gets a shot off, at least.>Other?
>>2968301>>There’s a few stone steps leading up to the front door – try to hide behind them and pray he doesn’t get too close.
>>2968301>There’s a few stone steps leading up to the front door – try to hide behind them and pray he doesn’t get too close.Let's hope he's got the shit-tier stealth detection AI that's in most stealth games.
>>2968301>Dart to the front doorDinner awaits
>>2968301>You might JUST have time to dart in the front door before he gets here.We go
>>2968301>No tie breaker>Dart in the front door, but>Hide behind the stepsYou quickly move behind the stone steps leading up to the main door, taking a position directly beneath the Spanish coat of arms. The guard approaches waving his torch about as he surveys the area. The flickering light and heat you can sense it, even from here drives something in you wild, though; you can’t stay here. You have to move. Peeking out, you wait until he’s looking at the other side of the building, then rapidly vault up to the stone platform in front of the door and dart inside. You hear a shout and a CRACK as you slam the door behind you, wood splinters spraying over your shoulder as a hole is blown in the door.Did he just SHOOT at you? Jesuchristo, this food better be worth it.In any case, you’ve made it inside! Now, where to look for food…>The kitchens will have the most quantity, and the serving staff should be able to explain things to you; they hate the Spaniards as much as anyone.>A dining room should have it all laid out, already prepared. Won’t have to dig through the drawers or shelving like you would in the kitchen or pantry.>Man, all this running has made you kind of THIRST. thirsty. Look for a wine cellar, or something.>Other?
>>2968442Huh, apparently formatting breaks greentext after it. Good to know.
>>2968452>test test >testI wonder if this setup works for spoilers in greentext?
>>2968442> Man, all this running has made you kind of thirsty. Look for a wine cellar, or something.
>>2968442>A dining room should have it all laid out, already prepared. Won’t have to dig through the drawers or shelving like you would in the kitchen or pantry.FEEDFEEDFEEDFEEDMAIMFEEDFEEDFEEDFEEDHELPFEEDFEEDFEED
>>2968442>>A dining room should have it all laid out, already prepared. Won’t have to dig through the drawers or shelving like you would in the kitchen or pantry.
>>2968442>A dining room should have it all laid out, already prepared. Won’t have to dig through the drawers or shelving like you would in the kitchen or pantry.You remember from talking with some of the manor staff at iglesia on Sundays that most of the real fancy stuff is on the second floor. Something about the prestige, you don’t really understand it. You bet that’s where the main dining room is, though. You ascend the nearby stairwell and start moving through the second floors’ rooms, seeing what you can find.As you pass from the entrance hall, you hear the main door open behind you and a pair of footsteps move into the room you just left, the guard’s shouting resuming. “Escoria!” Sounds like you’d better hurry – you’re on a clock. You just KNOW this food will be worth it, though, and images of piles of expertly spiced rices, breads, meats, and vegetable dishes run through your mind like-FEED.Hmm. Now that you think about it, you’re not actually sure what exactly you’re hungry for. You shrug. You’ll figure it out when you get to the dining room, probably. Really, a lot of the events of tonight seem-FEED.You rub your head. Where were you going, again? Right, the dining room. You move swiftly through the unfamiliar building as the sounds of the guard trail you.Roll me 1d100 for dodging guards and acquiring dining rooms.
Rolled 57 (1d100)>>2968584
Rolled 26 (1d100)>>2968584WE'RE TOTALLY A PDF FILE! IGNORE US!
>>2968653Damn it! Those crafty Spaniards are onto us!
Rolled 85 (1d100)>>2968584FEED
>>2968584>85>Yes, and.jpgUnfortunately, none of the rooms you go into at first look like dining rooms – you assume, at least. You’ve never actually been in a Spaniard’s dining room, and are mostly going off second-hand descriptions. You see a bedroom with a bed larger than your family’s whole kitchen, a closet bigger than your sleeping room filled with enough dresses to outfit an entire dance floor, even some kind of weird hole in the wall that seems to just be a sheer vertical passage. What in Dios’s name is that for? You hear the footsteps and cursing of the guard pass rooms you’re in several times, but he never thinks to check in the rooms themselves. Idiota.Finally, on your fourth door you find a dining room. Curiously, very little food is laid out – some artisanal meats sliced into various shapes, a pitcher of what looks like red wine. Jesuchristo that’s a lot of red wine, these Spaniards are always so wasteful. Around the table, several goblets of wine are positioned in front of empty chairs which have clearly been vacated in a hurry. They’ve been pushed back from the table inelegantly, and some are even knocked over. Maybe they heard the gunfire and went to see what happened?In any case, you don’t think there’s enough food here to fill you up. Better check-Click. You hear a side door you hadn’t noticed open, and a butler emerging into the room stops suddenly as he notices you. “Who are you? You should not be here!” he hisses. “Wait, are you…” his eyes widen suddenly and he bolts back down the passage he came from. Was he afraid of you? That’s odd. You wonder why-FEED.You’re chasing him down the passage. Why are you doing that? Ah, you bet he can point you to some food: that’s probably it. Why does he still look so afraid, though?>If you just get a bit closer you can ask him some questions politely.>Shout out to him from here; the noise might draw that guard’s attention, though.>Stop chasing him and go back to searching for food on your own.>Other?
>>2968777>If you just get a bit closer you can ask him some questions politely.Time to drain the butler
>>2968777>If you just get a bit closer you can ask him some questions politely.
>Polite questionsSeems fairly decisive, writing
>>2968777>If you just get a bit closer you can ask him some questions politely.>You all knew how this would play out.>Why is there such little good art of male vampires?Dios, he’s really out of shape. You don’t even feel the burning in your muscles you normally do as you gain on his pudgy, gasping form. He must not have gotten far.You call out in a low voice as you finally catch up to him, placing a hand on his shoulder to try and slow him down. “Señor! Por favor, I only want to ask where I can find some food.”He jumps as you touch him, looking back in equal parts fright and confusion. He gives a non-verbal shout and tries to throw you off to no avail. “Is this… some sort of sick game?” he grunts out as he fights back.“No, no, I swear señor, I only-“FEED.-“mmmphhhh!?” your reply is muffled as you realize your teeth are buried in his neck. A hot, tangy liquid rushes down your throat. Blood. …Jesuchristo what have you done?He’s still fighting back, but he was already weak and you can tell he’s fading rapidly. He’s lost a fatal amount of blood how do you know that? already, his body just hasn’t realized it yet. When did you drag him to the ground?>This feels… right. You aren’t so hungry anymore. What ARE you actually doing, though?>This feels… good. Your hunger has abated. You should look around and see what’s going on around you, though.>No, no, this is all- This feels… natural. Hunger isn’t such a bother, now. Just… wait and see if the crowd catches up to you. Ahhhhhh…>Hold on, something’s up here, you aren’t in your right- FEED.
>>2968967>This feels… right. You aren’t so hungry anymore. What ARE you actually doing, though? Try to get away from the Butler.
>>2968967...And of course I forget to spoiler something. Last line should be:He’s still fighting back, but he was already weak and you can tell he’s fading rapidly. He’s lost a fatal amount of blood how do you know that? already, his body just hasn’t realized it yet. When did you drag him to the ground?
Stepping out for food - will resume when I get back.
>>2968967>This feels… right. You aren’t so hungry anymore. What ARE you actually doing, though?
>This feels… right. You aren’t so hungry anymore. What ARE you actually doing, though?Back and writing.
>>2968967>This feels… right. You aren’t so hungry anymore. What ARE you actually doing, though?You lay there, still grappling his limp body, your throat working to continue gulping down blood almost purely on instinct. This feels… right, somehow. Your hunger is almost completely gone as the last few drops are emptied from his veins and you release your grips on him. You tilt your head back and inhale deeply, savouring the quiet pause. Taking advantage of the first real moment of clarity, you take stock of what’s been going on since you awoke. You were buried alive, then covered in blood and sent to… attack this manor? Yes, you can think clearly now and it’s obvious that’s what this is. An attack. The guard shot at you, but he probably would’ve shot at you even if you were outside the walls, honestly, that hardly means anything. They probably didn't know you were coming.You’ve been feeling different, too. Your senses feel sharper, your muscles leaner, your- wait, do you have FANGS? You poke one of the protrusions you felt on your lip and, sure enough, you feel an elongated canine tooth slowly retracting back to its normal position. Unsettling.And this… HUNGER. hunger you’ve felt. Looking back, has it been for blood this whole time? Dios, what’s happened to you? You take out the cross you’re still wearing, now covered in blood, and say a quick prayer against the night. Looking down at the PREY. body at your feet, though, you don’t feel like the Father’s gaze is upon you tonight.Jesuchristo, when you think back to everything that’s happened, it’s clear that you’re not in your right mind. Your mind goes back to your long, boring talks with the pastor at Monterrey’s church… did he ever mention unholiness like this? And… why does it feel so natural to you now? You'd like to think before tonight this would've disgusted you... right?Roll me 1d100 for that incidental occult knowledge.
Rolled 92 (1d100)>>2969316
Rolled 68 (1d100)>>2969316
Rolled 67 (1d100)>>2969316Dios mio...
>>2969316>92>You know, now that you mention it…>I'm tired of identifying storefronts, CaptchaAh, yes, Father Alberto did whisper hints of the creatures of the night to you on occasion, you remember now. He knew you were the sort to not laugh him off as a foolish old man, like so many others. Ghosts of loved ones returning to exact revenge, bodies of loved ones rising from the grave to finish their life’s work, the soul of a loved one- you know, now that you think about it, they mainly involved loved ones returning in some shape or form. Maybe that’s why everyone ignored him. His tales of the bodies, though… They did feast on ‘life’s ichor’ – Dios, why did he phrase everything so creepily – in some of the stories. Tearing out the throats of those who had wronged them in a past life, they rampaged through the streets until a militia of God-fearing townspeople beat them down and burned the body, sending the spirit on to the afterlife. You don’t really feel like going after those who have wronged you, though. You don’t think you’ve ever even met this butler before! And did you even- your gaze snaps up again, having looked down at the body briefly. Yes, you definitely did tear his throat out. That part is true, at least. And you did recall feeling a thrill of fear at those flames the guards were carrying… Maybe you could talk to the Father after all this is over? But Dios, he might try to kill you! Maybe it’d be better to-CRACK.Your shoulder jerks forward with an impact, nearly knocking you over back onto the butler. Looking back, you see the guard who followed you in about 20 feet down the hall, putting down his spent rifle and drawing a flintlock pistol. His visage is twisted in a snarl. “Monstruo!”You can guess what he’s about to do next.>It’s a straight shot down the passage away from him, but those pistols are harder to aim, you think. You might be able to make it around a bend before he shoots you again.>Put up your hands and explain your- no, you’re standing over a dead body, that won’t work. Is he even wrong? Maybe you can scare him off, though.>That shot didn’t hurt as much as you’ve always imagined getting shot would… and you feel pretty good right now. Maybe… you can take him?>Other?
>>2969430>Make it around the bend and see if you can jump him as he turns the cornerAmbush by foul machinations.
>>2969430>That shot didn’t hurt as much as you’ve always imagined getting shot would… and you feel pretty good right now. Maybe… you can take him?We are still standing
>>2969556We'll have a higher chance for survival if we can make him think he can take us on his own. Since he's already shot us twice, we gotta sell the idea of us being on our last legs before we ambush him before he can get a shot off.I've probably said this twice already within this post. I really need to stop and eat before I continue posting.
Gonna leave this vote open while I go run an errand. Will let you know when I'm back and writing.
>That shot didn’t hurt as much as you’ve always imagined getting shot would… and you feel pretty good right now. Maybe… you can take him?
>>2969430>That shot didn’t hurt as much as you’ve always imagined getting shot would… and you feel pretty good right now. Maybe… you can take him?
>That shot didn’t hurt as much as you’ve always imagined getting shot would… and you feel pretty good right now. Maybe… you can take him?Back and writing.This is the kind of scenario where your chargen choice to weather Miguel's blow on your shoulder lowers the DC in addition to its effect on your stats - you're better than average at 'toughing through' things. The other choices you've made - and important choices going forward - have the same kinds of effects.
>>2969430>That shot didn’t hurt as much as you’ve always imagined getting shot would… and you feel pretty good right now. Maybe… you can take him?Nursing your damaged shoulder, you recover from the hunch you've been knocked into and glare at the soldier. You stand up, and the ball he hit you with makes a clink as it falls to the ground, pushed out from its surprisingly shallow crater in your shoulder by the slowly-closing wound. Well, that's unsettling.You let the instinctive aggression you’ve been feeling take over - you rush towards him, your mouth contorting into a snarl that bares your fangs. He clicks the firing mechanism into place and fires upon you once more, his other hand going for the sword at his waist.Roll me 1d100 to bob and weave and rip and tear.
Rolled 91 (1d100)>>2969835
Rolled 67 (1d100)>>2969835Mhh gotta take keep previous choices in mind
Rolled 1 (1d100)>>2969835click click boom?
>>2969875>Nat 1>Thank you, anon...Writing
>>2969875I should not be so smug about this, but it should be said that this is what happens when you Shovelhead too hard.
>>2969887You're welcome QM.
Rolled 10 + 1 (1d10 + 1)>>2969835>1>No training and little experience in straight fight against a trained and well-equipped soldier does not go well for our young heroHis shot rips into your left thigh, throwing off your balance and slowing you down considerably, though the wound starts healing almost instantly. He draws his saber and is already lining up a swing as you charge into him.It’s vicious, and you instinctively raise your right arm to block it as the saber comes down from above – a product of your lack of experience. It’s a bad move.The saber goes right through your forearm, biting deep into the shoulder and continuing on into your lower torso. Your right shoulder only hangs on by a few meager threads of flesh, flopping about uselessly. The swing exits your body through the pelvis, a spray of viscera accompanying it. The guard shouts triumphantly and backs off as you stagger to the side; he lines up another swing leisurely, confidently.The pain is immense. Any sensation to the right of your collarbone is gone, and your guts are nearly hanging out of your eviscerated lower torso. You barely have the willpower to even remain standing. Curiously, you’re not bleeding all that much. You feel like you probably should be. And your arm’s still attached, if non-functional. Other than that, things aren’t looking too good right now.>Yeah… now would be a good time to run, you think.>You’ve still got an arm left! He probably thinks you’re debilitated – you could use that to your advantage.>You feel this… aggression bubbling up. Give into it. FEED.>Other?>Pay no attention to these dice
Rolled 2 (1d3)>>2969954And... one more roll
>>2969954>You’ve still got an arm left! He probably thinks you’re debilitated – you could use that to your advantage.You're already stuck in gentlemen. Time to see it through.
>>2969954>Other?Play dead so he gets in closer.
>>2969902Things were going well until you literally critfailed. Anything else would have been fine.So no, you shouldn't be smug about it. It's a critfail.
>>2970025>Things were going well until you literally critfailed.So I was right in the fact that you don't straight up charge motherfuckers who have experience with defending themselves against charging natives?>So no, you shouldn't be smug about it. It's a critfail.I'm not smug about it, I'm pointing out the fact that this is what happens when you go beyond full shovelhead. And chose to disregard the capabilities of an actual combatant.
>Combining votes because they aren't really mutually exclusive and I want to keep things moving along until the end of the sessionYou continue your stagger into a full-on fall, hitting the wall and slumping to the ground as the soldier grins and advances on you, preparing his saber with a casual attitude as you prepare an ambush of your own.Roll me EVEN MORE 1d100s
Rolled 59 (1d100)>>2970123Time to die hard.
Rolled 28 (1d100)>>2970044Hey bud. Keep in mind my plans previously were - run away- don't split the party - sneak inside through servants quarters- find an unarmed person to "help" usAnd I missed the vote.It was a bad idea to charge the soldier, ai agree, but we're a Vampire and they're a Human, and that first shot didn't seem to faze us.Personally I was super happy to roll high because I was sure it would not go well.But your critfail struck me down.>>2970123
Rolled 38 (1d100)>>2970123ambushin' roll
>59>Just barely, for reasons that will become apparentWriting
>>2970210Alright nigga, I getcha. I can understand where you're coming from.>But your critfail struck me down.I'd say it struck the mass voters who thought they were hot shit down. You and I are but mere pawns in the game of life.>but we're a Vampire and they're a Human, and that first shot didn't seem to faze us.I'm going to deploy a tidbit about OWOD that should have been known for everyone to read in case they know nothing about the game, in WOD there are three different types of damage.BashingLethalSupernaturalNow they do what they say on the label: Bashing is considered the weakest because it's usually blunt and/or non-lasting damage. Lethal is the middle of the road and covers the other kind of damage (like getting your arm chopped off). And last but most certainly notfuckingleast of all, Supernatural. What makes the last damage unique is that it completely ignores whatever supernatural protection you may have(unless you have specific abilities to mitigate the damage), this one covers everything from Sunlight to a vampire to Silver Bullets in a werewolf.This was why we were able to shrug off gunshots like they were marshmellows and got more or less curb'd by the Spaniard's sword. Because bullets register as Bashing to a vampire and cutting instruments are covered as Lethal.This has been a rough teaching moment from Anon. I hope that it was explained well enough.
>>2970288Dude. I also know, but META.> Cats in oWoD were Vampire murder machines.I actually enjoyed watching people make a bad plan though. It's all about failing forward!
>>2970123>59>Good ambush guys, proud of you, keep it upHe swings, aiming for your stationary neck this time, almost laughing at the ease with which he’s taken down the monstruo. This’ll be a tale for the boys back in the guardhouse – and that butler was a dick, anyway.At the last moment, you duck under the swing and lunge up into a tackle with your good arm, your weight pushing into his lower body and throwing off his center of balance. You both tumble to the floor in a heap as his sabre clatters to the stone floor behind you.Despite being taken off guard, he manages to maneuver on top of you – Dios, you really are shit in a fight – and starts pummeling your face with both fists, trapping your skull beneath the steel of his gauntlets and the hard stone floor. Somehow, though, his blows don’t take. You feel a surging of blood to your skin, and it feels less malleable. Tougher. His gauntlets hardly make a dent.He doesn’t seems to notice, though, caught up as he is in the moment. And while it’s great news and all, this tough skin isn’t going to win you the fight. Your brief self-reflective reverie is interrupted as he finally manages to break through, shattering your left cheekbone and collapsing a good chunk of your face with it. Your time is up. In a panic, your pawing hands reach up, fingers curled into claws, and you gouge his eyes.And his cheeks.And his jaw.You drag your fingers through flesh as it deforms in your grip like clay, screaming with fury and pain as you do.The soldier matches your scream at a higher octave, shrill disbelief echoing from his vocal chords as he falls off of you, clutching his face and making sounds the human mouth can't normally enunciate.You lay there, a mixture of revulsion and relief rolling through you, a good portion of your upper body decimated. The screaming continues.>He’s wounded – you have to finish this, now. He wouldn’t have shown you any mercy.>Just… keep laying there. You don’t really have it in you to move just yet.>Other?
>>2970334Perhaps it is meta, perhaps I should have let the QM explain it. However since you mentioned and kept bringing up that we've taken damage before it occurred to me that there is going to be people who are not going to understand why and might jump to misunderstood conclusions.>>2970349>He’s wounded – you have to finish this, now. He wouldn’t have shown you any mercy.It's going to be more merciful to kill him quickly.
>>2970266>>2970349>He’s wounded – you have to finish this, now. He wouldn’t have shown you any mercy.FINISH HIM
>>2970349>He’s wounded – you have to finish this, now. He wouldn’t have shown you any mercy.If he's screaming like that he'll probably draw attention, better finish him off. Also, fuck captcha.
>>2970349>He’s wounded – you have to finish this, now. He wouldn’t have shown you any mercy.Finish him
>>2970349>Whoops, meant to say I was writing>He’s wounded – you have to finish this, now. He wouldn’t have shown you any mercy.You look over at him as he rolls around on the floor, screaming making way for anguished, panicky sobs. Pendejo was just about to execute you anyway. And it’s not like he’ll live for long with that wound you gave him, anyway. How did you do that? One minute you were clawing at him, the next…Another issue to work out later, you suppose, making up your mind. With your one good arm, you begin dragging yourself along the floor towards him – your legs seem to have stopped working as well with that beating – at an agonizing, steady pace. Seeing you approach, his sobs turn to pleas as he kicks against the floor, pushing himself up against the opposite wall in his efforts to get away.“Monstruo! Monstruo! Please, señor, please!” His voice gets higher and higher pitched as you inch closer. You feel your wounds closing slowly, but you’re still in no shape to walk. At last you reach him, lone functioning arm pinning down his feeble attempt to fend you off as you throw yourself at his throat, fangs bared, again acting almost entirely on instinct… though not as much as last time.He collapses as his blood begins leaving him, greedy gulps exiting through his vulnerable neck and down your throat. Dios, you’ve never felt this good before. Wait… maybe you shouldn’t be using the Father’s name like that. It seems, perverse, somehow? Given what you now suspect you are.At last he expires with a sigh, and you finish what’s left in his veins wishing for more. You roll off of him, wounds slowly closing – even your bisected shoulder, you note with shock – and wait there as the process finishes. After a few minutes, you hesitantly stumble to your feet. You feel none the worse for wear, now. Your shirt is completely ruined, though.Now that you’ve come to terms with what’s actually going on here, you need to decide what to do.>Look for the crowd that followed you here – you still feel that odd kinship with them.>If you look around the manor some more, maybe you can find someone who actually knows what’s going on?>Just find a quiet spot to curl up in and wait for this to come to an end, one way or another.>Other?
>>2970489>Grab the sword, he's not going to need it>If you look around the manor some more, maybe you can find someone who actually knows what’s going on?
>>2970489>Look for the crowd that followed you here – you still feel that odd kinship with them.Now that we realize that we were brought here for some kind of fight, it makes sense that we'd join the others. Better odds of survival if we stick together
>>2970489How bloody are the Butlers clothes?Let's change into those of they're clean enough.Also >>2970493
>>2970489>If you look around the manor some more, maybe you can find someone who actually knows what’s going on?>Grab his weapons, he's not going to need them.
>If you look around the manor some more, maybe you can find someone who actually knows what’s going on?>Grab the sword, he's not going to need it>Grab some clothes from the butlerYou pause and think. What you really need here is information. What's going on? Why are you even fighting these people? You set off, deciding to try and find out.You pick up the guard's sword as you walk by - it's good steel. This piece alone is probably worth a month's wages for the average native in town.As you pass the throatless corpse of the butler, you look down at your shirt, then back to the butler. His shirt is shredded at the neckline, but the overcoat's in good shape - most of the blood on it was actually rubbed off from you. You barely spilled a drop when you- Maldito that's a creepy thought. Maybe don't dwell on that just now. Still, you strip off the two pieces of your ruined shirt and throw on his overcoat. It's an odd combination with your raggedy pants, but it's something. You walk on, looking to find more information.Roll me some inquisitive 1d100s
Rolled 28 (1d100)>>2970571
Rolled 55 (1d100)>>2970571
Rolled 51 (1d100)>>2970571
>55Lookin like a nada on that one...Writing
>>2970571You wander through the mansion, looking for somebody who both looks like they know what’s going on and isn’t trying to kill you. It’s a tough balance to maintain. You hear thumping and shrieks through the floor – it sounds like the crowd has finally caught up to you – but don’t actually see anybody.You do find a library, though! You know that these kinds of places are usually a good place to learn. The catolicos have a tendency to condemn them as un-godly, but… that might be exactly what you need right now. Not really having a better idea, you pick an important-looking book off the shelf at random and open the first page.>La malédiction vampirique, dont les victimes sont appelées «cainite», est…It’s not even in Spanish, and you can barely read that! Dios, this is looking like a waste of time. You snap the book shut and throw it on the table in disgust, turning and exiting the library.As you emerge into the hall, you realize you’ve just stumbled onto the beginnings of a fight between some members of the crowd and one of the Spaniards: a woman in a beautiful dress. She's fending off 3 shrieking villagers and what you recognize as one of the local half-Spanish merchants at the moment. Her moves have unnatural speed and when strikes land, they land HARD. Despite being outnumbered, it looks like an even match right now.>Shout to draw her attention, in the hopes the 4 she’s fighting right now can finish her off with the distraction.>Try to ambush her yourself from behind – you’ve got this fancy new sword, even if you don’t really know how to use it.>Grapple her – if you can all dogpile her, she surely can’t overpower ALL of you.>Other?
>>2970650>Shout to draw her attention, in the hopes the 4 she’s fighting right now can finish her off with the distraction.Yeah, naw hombre. We're not fighting someone who move as fast AS THAT.
>>2970650>Other?Wait to see if they have the same changes as you.
>>2970663Meh, I'll support this too.It's better than charging straight into the whirlwind of death.
>>2970650>Try to ambush her yourself from behind – you’ve got this fancy new sword, even if you don’t really know how to use it.>Attempt to see if we can brandish our claws again
>>2970690Your fingers didn't actually turn into claws - you were just clawing at the guard's face with regular fingers. They did fuck up his face pretty bad, though.>>2970650>Wait and seeTaking a moment to hang back and watch the fight a few beats longer, you focus on the individuals, looking for the telltale signs.Yep, there they are, each of them - fangs bared, wounds closing unnaturally quickly. They don't all seem exactly like you, though. One of the villagers has creepy, glowing eyes; another seems to have the shadows in the room following his every move. Jesuchristo, that's gotta be a bad sign, he's definitely ungodly in some way. Suddenly, the merchant you recognized lets out a shout. "Detener!" At that, all the combatants pause for a half-second, and he takes the chance to slice at the Spaniard with a carving knife he’s holding. She staggers back towards you, and the spell is broken as they all follow.It still looks even, though the crowd seems to have taken the upper hand momentarily.>She’s closer now – an ambush will be easier than ever. This sword is looking mighty sharp, and you remember what it did to your shoulder.>The grappling is still a good plan – she’s gotta be weakened, right?>Other?
>>2970736>She’s closer now – an ambush will be easier than ever. This sword is looking mighty sharp, and you remember what it did to your shoulder.We need to help our tight compadres
>>2970736>She’s closer now – an ambush will be easier than ever. This sword is looking mighty sharp, and you remember what it did to your shoulder.I don't like it but we got no real choice in the matter. Now is the time to strike...
>She’s closer now – an ambush will be easier than ever. This sword is looking mighty sharp, and you remember what it did to your shoulder.Looking like it'll go this way at 20 minutes, so >WritingUnless something changes dramatically
>>2970736>>She’s closer now – an ambush will be easier than ever. This sword is looking mighty sharp, and you remember what it did to your shoulder.Aim to wound, not kill.>>2970802Take out her leg!
>>2970736>She’s closer now – an ambush will be easier than ever. This sword is looking mighty sharp, and you remember what it did to your shoulder.Juan probably doesn't know what his doing with a sword, but I just can't see him successfully grappling with someone who seems so strong.
>>2970736>She’s closer now – an ambush will be easier than ever. This sword is looking mighty sharp, and you remember what it did to your shoulder.Her form ducks and weaves in front of you as you slowly advance. Your compatriots seem to sense your intent as you sense theirs, and do not give away your presence. You creep up, awkwardly shifting your grip on the sabre to try and line up the angle of the blade right for your swing, and lash out with a low, horizontal cut just as she commits to a punch against that weird, glowy-eyes lady.Give me some SHARP 1d100s
>>2970814I just can't wait to Diabolerize the Brujah!
>>2970814That and she can probably just turn us into chopped up Juan if we don't separate her from that sword fast.
Rolled 11 (1d100)>>2970824slashin' roll
Rolled 86 (1d100)>>2970824WELCOME TO TONIGHT'S EPISODE OOOOOOFWILLITBLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEND!
Rolled 23 (1d100)>>2970824AI CARUMBA!
Rolled 13 (1d100)>>2970824BUTCHER JUAN'S CHOPPING UP ALL THE WOMEN'S MEAT
Rolled 26 (1d100)>>2970824Also, that flesh melting earlier - Tzimisce flesh shaping?Personally I would prefer Lasombra myself, but oh well if so.
>86>Nice swing, Juan. Mama's proud.Writing>>2970860Yes, I think it's fairly clear by this point so I'll just out and say Juan is Tzimisce.
>>2970860To be honest, I legit was not expecting the QM to make us a Tzimisce.
>>2970824>86>You’re not good at this by any means, but you do enough damage to make a difference You swing cuts deep into her right thigh and she stumbles forward, completely losing the momentum of her strike against the woman. Taking the opportunity, the fangs beneath the glowing eyes bite out at her arm, latching on as they connect. Sensing weakness, the last villager – he doesn’t seem that weird, all things considered – strikes out at her with a woodcutting axe, digging into her flank.Shrieking in pain and fury, the Spaniard shakes her arm in an attempt to dislodge the fangs as she staggers from the couple good hits that have landed. Unable to, she winds up her sword and-Wait, where’d she go? A hissing in the far corner of the room draws your attention, and you look over to see that she’s somehow made it over there in less than a tenth of a second. Her forearm is shredded where the fangs were buried, and she holds her sabre in her one good arm. Her eyes are wild with a fury that was not there before, even during the fight. To your right, the woman that had been latched on folds over as her upper torso falls away from the rest of her body, the two pieces separated cleanly.The Spaniard does not look happy as she surveys the four of you; she seems to be taking your measure. The two cuts along her lower body that were dealt are healing quickly - the forearm is not, curiously.The severed torso hits the ground with a thud.Uh oh.>Maybe… this is a time to let others lead the way. Their weapons aren’t quite as good as yours, though.>You’re a tough guy! You can… probably take a hit. Jesus, that was a big hit. Someone’s gotta lead the way, though?>Advise the others that this may be a time to back off. They look pretty bloodcrazed, though.>Other?
>>2970921OH BOY HERE COMES THAT SPEED DISCIPLINE IN ACTION! WEWWWIEEEE!>Advise the others that this may be a time to back off. They look pretty bloodcrazed, though.I hereby vote to create a system where we designate a person's real intelligence by the amount of Miguels they are1 jackass = 1 MiguelDoes anyone wish to challenge this creation or create something superior to it?
>>2970866> http://whitewolf.wikia.com/wiki/TzimisceFor the erudition of Anons.So, since this is the Dark Ages, this could be a plot to destabilize the Spanish Empire and their Camarilla counter-parts, or a Sabbat faction within Spain working against a newly formed Camarilla backed venture to expand into the New World.Or even possibly a coalition simply striking out on their own for new, fertile ground.Are we using the Shadows of Mexico supplemental book?
>>2970921>>Advise the others that this may be a time to back off. They look pretty bloodcrazed, though.>>Other?Back off ourselves regardless.
>>2970945I'll support it.
>>2970939>Wiki linkThe WW wiki is a good general overview of a lot of concepts, yeah. Keep in mind though that I have edited minor things about the system/setting where I felt it didn't make sense, was too unstoppably good, or was too weak. >SupplementsNot directly, though I do read through them for tonal and general setting vibes. Named characters are out for the most part for now, though I might throw a few in as they become relevant.>Advise the others that this may be a time to back off. They look pretty bloodcrazed, though.>Back off anywayRoll me some 1d100s for convincing shovelheads to be less shovelhead-y as you make a speedy departure
Rolled 68 (1d100)>>2971007THE POWER OF HEART COMPELS YOU!
Rolled 39 (1d100)>>2971007Come on amigos, let's stop and think about this for a moment
Rolled 7 (1d100)>>2971007tranquilo
>>2971007>68>They… don’t seem swayedYou look from the Spaniard to your allies, then back to her. Back to your allies.You call out – trying to sound inspirational. “Amigos, we should find help! With the others, we can surely-““AGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!” the 3 others snarl in unison and charge at her. You’re pretty sure they just got hyped up by the tone of your voice and didn’t actually listen to what you said.Well, you tried. The Spaniard’s menacing, cruel laugh as you run out the way you came only reinforces that you made the right choice, here. Behind you, you hear the CLANG of metal on metal, animalistic hissing, and a lot of meaty THWACKs. Maybe you should pick up the pace a bit.>You can hear others around you – try to find another group from the crowd you came with. Preferably a bigger, more heavily-armed one.>They won’t hold her off for long – you need to hide, NOW.>Maybe you can find an isolated (less frightening, ideally) Spaniard to pick off and help turn the overall tide to your benefit.>Other?
>>2971100>Maybe you can find an isolated (less frightening, ideally) Spaniard to pick off and help turn the overall tide to your benefit.FEEDWE MUST BE STRONG
>>2971100>Maybe you can find an isolated (less frightening, ideally) Spaniard to pick off and help turn the overall tide to your benefit.We're barely holding things together as is. Something will have to break.
>>2971100>Calling it at 20>Maybe you can find an isolated (less frightening, ideally) Spaniard to pick off and help turn the overall tide to your benefit.That was one scary woman, jesuchristo. If there are more like her you’re not sure you can win a straight fight, no matter your numbers. And the mob apparently doesn’t take ‘no’ for an answer. You’ll have to do things on your own here, if you want to survive this. Ambush. Yeah, an ambush could work. That’s how you beat that guard, after all – don’t fix what isn’t broken.Roll me some 1d100s for hiding and finding a target
Rolled 6 (1d100)>>2971217Ignore me senior! I am but a bean burrito!
Stepping out briefly: back soon.Captcha really hates me tonight, damn
Rolled 52 (1d100)>>2971217rollin'>>2971235captcha hates us all
Rolled 24 (1d100)>>2971217Time to vamp off somewhere else
Rolled 66 (1d100)>>2971217With some luck, maybe we'll find that Hacendado that killed our papa and reap our venganza on that wretch
>Captcha>Identify storefronts!>Identify car!>Identify stoplights!>Whoops! That motorbike is %100 a car, gotta pick that.Kill meBack and writing>52>You're... OK. It is pretty dark in here.
>>2971217>52>Don’t worry, things’ll be fine.You look around. These mochilas love having alcoves and shit for their art, there’s gotta be one somewhere!Ah, there it is. Behind that large, creepy-looking statue. Dios did they have to make it so creepy? Anyway, it’s easily large enough for you to hide behind, and it gives you a good view of the hall. You crouch down low beneath it, trying to keep the bulk of your body in the shadows behind the circular pedestal it sits on. What a freaky night this has been. Is this really happening? You’re just a native farmer, you’ve never even seriously hurt anyone before, and here you are waiting to-Your introspection is interrupted as you spot another person walking swiftly through the hall. The kind of walk important people do when they’d like to run, but don’t want to appear ‘weak’. You shake your head. Tonto. His path is taking him right by your hiding spot, though…>Wait until his back is to you, then bum-rush him.>Leap out right in front of him – try to catch him off guard.>Maybe you can… climb up the statue, do some kind of leaping attack? Jesus, Juan, you really need to rein in your imagination. Although…>Other?
>>2971391>Wait until his back is to you, then bum-rush him.No need for acrobatics just yet
>>2971391>Maybe you can… climb up the statue, do some kind of leaping attack? Jesus, Juan, you really need to rein in your imagination. Although…Surprise Mothafucka
>>2971391>Leap out right in front of him – try to catch him off guard.Maybe Juan can try to mess this dude's face up like he did to the guard before? Go for the eyes!
>>2971391>Other?Shadow him! He might be going somewhere safe, or with loot.
>each response has 1 votekek
>>2971450SupportingWe can kill his ass later.
>Other: Shadow him!You duck out from your cover as he moves past, intending to see where he goes. His pace makes it easy to keep up, and as your bare feet move quietly across the floor for once you're glad you've never been able to afford shoes.1d100 for trailing, please and thank you
Rolled 43 (1d100)>>2971501SO MUCH STEALTH!
Rolled 92 (1d100)>>2971501
>>2971508LOOK AT THIS STEALTH! IT'S A BEAUTIFUL STEALTH!
>>2971514i don't know what you're talking about dude, i can't see anything
>>2971516THAT'S BECAUSE THE STEALTH IS EMBRACING YOU! COVERING YOU FROM PRYING EYES THAT WISH TO DESTROY YOU!
Rolled 46 (1d100)>>2971501> inb4 nat 1
>>2971519Stealth and cowardice haven't let us down yet! What if this dude was another person like that Spaniard Warrior woman? He could have fucked us up!
>>2971391>92>Maybe you have had training, damn. (you haven’t)Your feet slide noiselessly across the ground, any sound you do make covered up by the tap-tap-tapping of the man’s boots on the floor in front of you. You continue about 10 feet back for a few minutes as he makes numerous twists and turns through the halls, going through various rooms, gathering up various items and cursing as he does. He turns around occasionally, but it’s SO telegraphed that even you can tell when he’s about to, and there always seems to be something nearby to hide behind. There’s a few close calls, but he never quite catches you. Lucky.Finally, his path takes him down onto a back area of the ground floor level. If your internal compass is right – you’re pretty sure it is – he’s going in the direction of the free-standing stables you saw from a distance on your way in. It looks like he intends to make his escape now.>Let him go. He hasn’t noticed you and from what you’ve seen, these Spaniards can be scary.>He doesn’t seem to have the same… deadly air about him as that woman. With surprise on your side, you might be able to take him.>Keep following him – he might not be running away, after all.>Other?
>>2971591> Keep following him – he might not be running away, after all.I mean, why do we even want to kill this dude? Nothing was really explained. And if he IS important, maybe we can offer to let him go in exchange for money or something.At least, he wouldn't want us to raise the alarm about his escape.
>>2971591>Keep following him – he might not be running away, after all.And if he does intend on escaping, we can just gut him in the stable. Easy peasy
>>2971591>Keep following him – he might not be running away, after all.Time to S.T.A.L.K.E.R.
>>2971601>>2971599>>2971591Yeah, let's try talking to him first. We can always also just go back on our word, he's a Spanish occupier anyways. We don't owe him shit.
>>2971615I'm trying to get into true Tzimisce mindset! I don't know what our stats are, but I feel like we at least have one point in Vicissitude (naturally), and another point in Auspex, maybe even two? given our cautious nature and our stealth ability tracking buddy > He turns around occasionally, but it’s SO telegraphed that even you can tell when he’s about toAlso, given the time it's likely that our lineage comes from the Mother of Horrors Szechenyi Jolán, who raised deformed children for her Vicissitudes and embraced the healthiest of those that were born of them.So we could have been in her breeding program, which she may have been upset with the Spaniards for disrupting with the whole Genocide thing they pulled, and the heavy unrestricted interbreeding with the locals on top of that.OR SOMETHING COMPLETELY DIFFERENT!I don't know how much is planned out here.
>>2971641We have at least one in Vicissitude and one point in Fortitude
>>2971591Fucking trip again>>2971599>why do we even want to kill this dudeThe plan was to ambush someone on their own so that they couldn't fight against the crowd in open combat, as I understand it. The somewhat empty motivations are a bit purposeful, as it's mainly the low-level Vinculum and powerful Presence you were exposed to at the hilltop that's keeping your mind artificially on task and not thinking about how crazy this all is right now.>Keep following him>Try talking to him firstYou keep on his tail as he exits the main building and walks out towards the wooden construction housing the horses, their feed, and other necessities for their care. If he's not running away, he's certainly doing a good job at pretending.Wait - you're not even sure this guy's your enemy, really. All he's done is walk around! Sure you might not feel that kinship, but not feeling a bond with someone his hardly a reason to ambush them. What's gotten into you?He enters the stables. Just as you reach the door, you come to a decision and call out to the inside. “Hey, señor!” He turns, and seems caught off guard. It doesn’t look like he even realized you were there.>”What’s going on here?”>”Who are you?”>”What are you doing?”>Other?
>>2971646>Wrote up the post with trip>Closed it to revise>Forgot trip when I actually posted itActually braindead right now
>>2971645>>2971641Now that I think about it, we probably got the Fortitude from the diablery we did way back.>>2971646>"What in Lord's name is going on here?"
>>2971646>Other?All of the above
>>2971663>>2971646Yep. All are relevant questions.
>>2971663Yeah, may as well ask him all the questions we can give.
>>2971646>Conversation on qst>I should’ve known every option would be picked.“What’s going on here? Who are you, and what are you doing?”The man’s confusion only mounts at being ambushed with questions by a native Mexican wearing a formal coat, dirty pants and carrying a sabre. “I… what? What do you mean what’s going on, it’s bastante jodidamente obvio what’s going on! I’m getting out of here, and if you have half a brain, you idiota, you’ll follow your prince and do the same!”He seems to have mistaken you for someone else. He doesn’t seem to have really listened to your questions, either. At least he isn’t attacking you. You didn’t know that any of the Spaniards here were actual royalty, though. Maybe he’s worth a ransom to the royal family over in Europe? You hear that’s the kind of thing that goes on. You don’t even know how you’d even arrange that…>Play along. You’ve seen people get on horses before, at least – try to mount up and ride behind him. >You’re pretty sure he’s on the other side of this conflict from you… maybe you should ambush him, after all.>...If he’s in charge here, that means he’s ultimately responsible for what happened to Father. And that means that you should- FEED.>Other?
>>2971707>...If he’s in charge here, that means he’s ultimately responsible for what happened to Father. And that means that you should- FEED.If we let him get on that horse, we'll lose him for good. May as well get something useful out of him.
>>2971707>Of course, señor, of courseThen, when he is turning backwards, we decapitate him. Fucker must be the one who killed our father.
>>2971707>...If he’s in charge here, that means he’s ultimately responsible for what happened to Father. Maybe you should ambush him, after all.>>2971719This too
>>2971707>...If he’s in charge here, that means he’s ultimately responsible for what happened to Father. And that means that you should- FEED.>>2971719I'll up this too
>>2971707>...If he’s in charge here, that means he’s ultimately responsible for what happened to Father.You feel that instinctive aggression rising up as the realization hits, but do your best to keep it down. This is YOURS to do. Not... whatever that is inside you, now."Of course, my prince. Of course."1d100 to play it cool, keep the Beast down, and set up a surprise attack
Rolled 26 (1d100)>>2971743Timmy no! Down pupper!
Rolled 29 (1d100)>>2971743VENGANZA
Rolled 10 (1d100)>>2971743We are horrible at venganza
>>2971760>>2971751>>2971749TIME TO RIDE THE BEAST BOYS!
>Best of 3>29...yikes. Writing.
>>2971774Well at least it wasn't a combat roll
>>2971743>29>Whatever the opposite of ‘keeping it cool’ is, you do that.The man turns back from where he had been preparing the horse. “What was that?” His tone is suspicious.Mierda. You must not be as cool as you think you are. Well, if you’re going to get him before he gets on his horse and runs off, you’re going to have to run at him, now. It’s a fair distance, but at your speed, you should-“STOP.” His command carries across the stables, and you find your own legs obeying, against your own wishes. What… Dios, what is this? You’re rooted to the spot, only halfway to him. He approaches with a smirk on his face. “No, no, no… you’re not one of mine at all, are you? You’re Sabbat, yes?” At your blank look his face turns in mock sympathy. “Ah, one of their ‘shovelheads’ I think. Knowing so little” He leans in to whisper in your ear. “Your odds of surviving the night are very slim, you know.”You’re STRAINING… DYING to lash out, but your limbs just will not listen.>You feel so close… You KNOW you can lash out. You have to. For Father.>Your instinct… that Beast inside of you is barely restrained. Let it loose. You want to FEED.>Other?
>>2971805>You feel so close… You KNOW you can lash out. You have to. For Father.I sure hope this is us spending a willpower point.
>>2971805>You feel so close… You KNOW you can lash out. You have to. For Father.
>>2971805>>2971806>>2971811Support. Let´s melt his head. If we manage to blind him he won´t be able to kill us.
>If I have to identify one more traffic light I may actually go crazy>Seems decisiveRoll me 1d100 for POWER OF WILL and POWER OF... FLESHCRAFTING
Rolled 3 (1d100)>>2971829Watch this
Rolled 49 (1d100)>>2971829VENGANZA (this time for realzies)
Rolled 98 (1d100)>>2971829RAAAAH
>>2971840>98I was a little excited worried there for a second anon, nice work. Think I have one more post in me for tonight.Writing
>>2971840>>2971842> tfw our bloodlust has made us berserk
>>2971805Oh. He's the Camilla Prince, not a Spanish Prince.That means the lady was probably the Sherrif and that not fighting her was the right choice.
>>2971805>98>Yikes… but now for him.All of a sudden, that control you’ve lost over your body snaps back as your sheer hate for this man in front of you drives all outside influences from your mind. He’s still leaned in, whispering mockery into your ear, but you aren’t paying attention. It doesn’t matter what he says. What matters is what he’s done. What matters is what you’re about to do. What matters is that he’s about to PAY.His whispering comes to an end. He pauses, like this is the point where you should reply. Idly wondering what he was saying, the thought is discarded as you suddenly reach up your hands and try to mush in his eyes like you did to that he deserved it poor guard inside, earlier. It feels... even easier, this time. His eyes pop like old, overfilled waterskins as you drag the flesh of his forehead down into the sockets, ruining his refined good looks and crafting a horrific, tortured visage in its place. He screams in agony and shock. Disbelief. The remains of his eyes drip down his face and over your hands as gravity drags them down to the hay below. Some of it runs into his mouth and his screams abate momentarily, replaced by gagging and sobbing.Hate. You hate this man. And he’s going to pay.
>15 individual Captcha verifications for that last postLiterally what is this hell.With that, though, I'm calling it for the night! Thanks all for playing, and as before feel free to shoot with any questions or feedback. I will likely be ironing out a formal character sheet over the next few days which I will post when Juan learns more about himself and his abilities - for now, it's mostly a mystery to him. Over the week, expect one or two posts a day in a slow-burn style of running. I'm hoping to get the manse attack over and done with entirely by the next weekend so we can move on into the next oh god what is happening fun phase of Juan's new life!Ending tidbit: Dominate requires eye contact
>>2971877Thanks for running QM. It's usually been a delight to play in a OWOD game.
>>2971877This has been going sick so far. First night as a vamp and we already bagged a Prince!Thanks for running!
>>2971887I kinda hope that we will be able to use our fleshcrafting powers to heal wounds and such.
>>2971867Whoo, he got fucked.>>2971877> that spoilerDouble-fucked! I'm looking forward to seeing where this quest leads going forward, tell me, was our protag's fleshcrafting locked from the start, or did our choices determine our power?
>>2971867Thanks for running! Looking forward to the next thread.
>>2971890I hope we replace our arm with a better one. One that's safer because the front doesn't fall off. I'm not saying our arm wasn't safe, just maybe not as safe as some of the others. Which don't just fall off.
Oh boy, this seems real interesting GM. Thread pinned to keep an eye out for updates.I see some Anons saying that we've already commited Diablery which is the Vampiric equivalent to cannibalism if I remember correctly....When exactly? I may have just failed at reading between the lines as I went through the thread but I saw nothing that would have implied it happening.
>>2972139Is that what that means? I thought it meant devilry in general since devil=diablo
>>2972205>http://whitewolf.wikia.com/wiki/Diablerie_(VTM)#ReferencesHere's the wiki page for reference.I admit, I may have misunderstood what Anons said myself. Might be bet not to think too much on this.
who the fuck cares about eating a few camarilla niggers?
>>2972364>who the fuck cares about losing control of their bodies from eating someone who's too powerfulTremere I know you're behind this post, your bloodshit magic can't fool these eyes.
Posts will be later in the evening, by the way. I'll get around to some of these questions then, too.
>>2972511>>2972511> Thinking we can't only benefit from picking up the habits or perspectives of the PrinceHe's not nearly old enough to take us over, despite us being one day old. Depending on our Sire, we might even be the same or (very unlikely) a higher generation than him. Regardless, dude just got fucking chumped by us so he obviously isn't that great. Remember, Prince is a POLITICAL title, not a measure of actual raw power. So let's eat the fuck up.
>>2972716I know you can hear his voice in the back of your mind Tremere, even after all these years. You won't deny him forever Tremere.
>>2972835>Mistaking my shitposting for serious discussionYou do mean lower generation than him right? Because the higher your generation, the farther you are from Caine and thus the weaker your blood is.
Honestly speaking, cannibalizing the Prince sounds like a bit of a meta-option. I doubt a Vampire born literally not even an hour ago has a thirst for the blood of other vampires, not to mention in-character we don't know jack-shit about how Vampires work.But later down the line I won't object to it though. We're Sabbath, let's go nuts!
>>2972851Yes. I meant lower. I literally just woke up. Nightshift, yay! I actually wanted to respond to you and >>2972364But if Anons were concerned, we could always split the bill as it were and invite a survivor shovelhead to feed with us.Hahaha, no. Tzmisice don't really do the "sharing thing".
>>2972862>I literally just woke up. Nightshift yay!I wish you good luck on that Anon. I'm aware of how fucked that shift can get.
>>2972871It's straight nights, 8pm to 8am. Only 3 days a week though. So as long as I don't pretend to be a human who sees the sun I'm good.
>>2971890>HealingCan be done on mortals if you've got the required biological knowledge, sure. >>2971895I decided on Tzimisce fairly early on - Vicissitude really allows for the opportunity to be creative and I wanted to see where that got taken as things got fleshed out.>>2972139>DiablerieWas hinted at when Juan brushed ash off his shoulder just as he reached the courtyard wall. New vampires only turn to ash if they're diablerized, though older ones ash on death no matter what.>>2972835>Prince is a POLITICAL titleVery true. Also, any vampire with half a brain and an ability to leave the area did so when they saw how the Sabbat was moving in from Europe in force. So... this guy wasn't exactly the best and brightest the Camarilla had to offer, you could say.>>2972862>Tzmisice don't really do the "sharing thing"Juan is his own man, anon. Share as much as you want!Back and writing up a post. Might be a while as I'll have to step out for food midway though, though.
>>2973241>Can be done on mortals if you've got the required biological knowledge, sure. So what you're saying is that we can fuck with people and make them think we're some kind of offshoot Salubri.I like it.
>>2972860I view it as we're hungry AF and don't like him anyways. Juan wouldn't know enough about Diablerie to NOT eat him.
>>2973377>Juan, finish your Ventrue. We're not leaving until you're done.>But Mama, I already HAD Ventrue earlier! I'm not hungry...>Juan, that's a lie, I SAW you eyeing the Brujah aisle on our way in. Finish your plate, honey.
>>2973377I've always thought of it as we're just so angry that we want his ass deader than a doornail.>>2973388I wonder what flavors each vampire clan would be.
>>2971867>Hate. You hate this man. And he’s going to pay.>That 98 means you’re damn effective.>That earlier 29 means you’re still barely in control.He stands there, clutching the ruins of his eyes as they run down his face, your fingers viciously dug into his eye sockets. Even after just a moment, you can feel new eyes growing. Creepy. He spits out the… gooey remains and screams at you. “BASTARDO! I’ll kill you for this! YOU WILL BOW AND KNOW YOUR BETTER!”At these words, you feel a wash of power overtake you. On instinct, you defensively hone in on your rage, fighting your legs’ urging to kneel before this obviously superior bei- PEDAZO DE MIERDA. HE IS SCUM, AND HE WILL PAY.You can barely hang on as you start throwing punches. You feel that… instinct bubbling up, again and it’s RAGE. angry right there with you. You KILL. can barely hang on, but you manage somehow. At the moment, you’ve got a fury all your own. The punches keep coming.In your rage, you hardly notice the time going by. It could have been an hour; it could only have been a few minutes. In any case, you spend the entirety of it ruthlessly mashing his face and upper body into new shapes, his flesh deforming from your strikes as if you were punching wet clay. You don’t even know how you’re doing this – you just know that it’s hurting this bastardo. With every blow, you see Father’s face in your mind’s eye, smiling back at Gabriela and you as he left the farm for the last time.(1/2)
>>2973423At first, his features are slowly reverting back to normal, though as your beating continues the changes seem to set in. He gurgles pitifully through the vertical tears of lips and cheek that now fuse his mouth closed, his gums and tongue pushed so far back into his throat that a far-away, rational part of you is surprised he hasn’t suffocated. His eyes are one of the last to stop their efforts at re-forming and by the time you finish gouging, the liquidy remains of… you can’t even remember how many pairs of eyes coat your hands, forearms, and most of his face and upper torso. It reflects the torchlight with a sickly glimmer, giving an off-colour, oiled look to both your bodies. Ugly, uneven swathes of bone are exposed across his face and shoulders where you punched away the flesh, though with all the blood covering you two it’s hard to keep track of what’s deformed and what’s just broken the regular way. Finally, with one last strike you shatter his cheekbone, the flesh pushed back by your punch exposing the inside of his mouth. The shards of bone remain embedded in the lumpy, irregular flesh, which seems to form around them as your fist pushes into his jaw. His form topples to the blood-soaked hay floor from the sitting position he’d been forced into.After a few moments, he seems to notice your pause. The gurgling takes on a panicked note, and he pushes his torso along the ground away from you with his legs, his arms uselessly dangling below his… Dios, can you even call those shoulders anymore? Hay and dirt stick into his raw, exposed flesh like spices rubbed into a flank of meat.…Jesuchristo, what have you done? No, no, he’s responsible. He’s guilty. He deserved this. Right?>He stopped you before. He can’t stop you know. End this Spaniard bitch with this Spaniard steel you’ve got. It’s poetic, almost.>You know… that felt cathartic, actually. After that brief moment… you don’t actually feel that bad. Continue. Finish him the way you started.>Those instincts are still barely in check. They’re telling you something… else, now, looking down at him. Give in. FEED.>No, no, this is too much. Whatever you were trying to work through… you’re done. Leave him be.>Other?(2/2)
>>2973430>Just put him out of his misery, cut his fucking head off with the Spaniard steel you got."My name is Juan, you killed my father, prepare to die."
>>2973430>Those instincts are still barely in check. They’re telling you something… else, now, looking down at him. Give in. FEED.Gotta get that powah,
>>2973430>Those instincts are still barely in check. They’re telling you something… else, now, looking down at him. Give in. FEED.
>Eating>Back in ~30 minutes
>>2973430>He stopped you before. He can’t stop you know. End this Spaniard bitch with this Spaniard steel you’ve got. It’s poetic, almost.Man this bastard got fucking *wrecked*.I thought Vicissitude-inflicted wounds and changes couldn't be healed from, but that was probably just our inexperience with it showing.I do wonder who it was we Diablerized... and most of all WHEN. Could Juan really been so out of it when he dug himself out of the earth that he didn't even register cannibalizing the nearest of his fellow shovelheads? Or did we do it BEFORE being buried...Eh, questions for later.
>>2973540It's entirely possible that several Sabbat members were Diablerized among the shovelheads to strengthen them and then send them off against the Prince. 8t could even have been set up by another Camarilla to resolve two problems at once.
>>2973540SupportingYou are right to an extent, but Nosferatu are especially resistant to fleshcrafting due to their clan curse.
>>2973540For balance reasons, it's possible only one vampire was diablerized between all the Shovelheads as well.
>>2973551>>2973556We could have also diablerized another shovelhead that reached fortress before the others.
>>2973540Vampires of a lower generation than the fleshcrafter can heal Vicissitude effects on them as if it were lethal damage. Juan doesn't know this, though.>Those instincts are still barely in check. They’re telling you something… else, now, looking down at him. Give in. FEED.Takes it by one, I believe. Writing.
>>2973430>Those instincts are still barely in check. They’re telling you something… else, now, looking down at him. Give in. FEED.Looking down at… mierda, you don’t even know his name. Looking down at this ‘prince’ man, your instincts are beating at you from the inside. You’ve fought them off for a while now. Maybe it’s time to… listen. Right now, they’re telling you to FEED. FEED.The sword clatters to the ground as you lunge at the mewling, helpless lump of flesh in front of you. If it still had eyes, it might try to dodge. As it is, it hardly reacts to your hissing, fanged, animalistic maw closing on its throat.>Normally when you diablerize someone, you’ll have to roll a 1d100 first to see how much you get out of them.>This man, though, has been reduced by your shrieking, near-frenzied raging to a whimpering shell, so he’s not actually in a great place spiritually to be fighting you off. The spirit is weak, and easy to bend to your will; even for a dirt peasant like Juan. Thanks, 98!>Just roll me some 2d5s to see what happens from this and I’ll write up Juan’s first conscious diablerie while you do.
Rolled 1 (1d5)>>2973641> tfw rolled 98
Rolled 3, 3 = 6 (2d5)>>2973641
Rolled 2, 2 = 4 (2d5)>>2973641Nom nom nom
Rolled 3, 3 = 6 (2d5)>>2973641rollin'
Rolled 1, 4 = 5 (2d5)>>2973641Well that was embarrassing
>>2973641>Was averaging them>2, 3>Interesting…>The consequences of that will become apparent later.Your fangs – yes, YOUR fangs, you can think clearly now – close around his throat like they did the butler’s you didn’t remember him before. Why do you remember that now? and guard’s. But when you drink… DIOS it felt good before but nothing like this! Any thoughts about who you were or what you’d been doing before this moment are shredded by the waves of ecstasy that pour through your mind. You just need more, that’s all you know. More. More. MORE.As the last drop of the thick, dark blood drains from him, your instincts tell you to push. Drain him beyond dry. Drain beyond his body. DRAIN HIS SOUL.You lay there, inhaling deeply, not really sure how exactly to do that, when--you are Salvador Patudo, and nobody will tease you if they know your father’s name! Your mother pats your head while she reassures you, smiling as she--gone, gone, they’re all gone, your men destroyed by that thing, now it’s coming for you, steel plate gleaming, fangs bared, what in Dios is that--Castellana bows before you. “Of course, my Prince.” You know you’re new here, but you’re not a fool! Even you can tell that she doesn’t--“What’s going on here? Who are you, and what are you doing?” You turn and look, making out one of the fresh neonates who had been visiting this night. Dios they’re dressed like a peasant: Gangrel, probably. As you turn, something in their voice tells you that--Jesuchristo this pain, what is-NOTHINGNESS.Your head whips up in ecstasy as the body explodes upwards into ash in your arms. The ecstasy you feel is confused, frantic, as memories that are not yours blur past you like a horse at full gallop. Those bastardos, those kids, they led to this, if they hadn’t- wait. That’s Salvador’s memory. You’re Juan Emmanuel Collazo. Juan Emmanuel Collazo. Juan Emmanuel Collazo. But that bitc- Juan Emmanuel Collazo.Slowly, the memories pass into your subconscious as your sense of self returns and the high fades. You sigh. Again, though, you’re not out of breath. All things considered, that seems an odd thing to fixate on. You drop it.>Just… sit here and think about this whole maldito night.>You should go back to the manse. Those kin of yours… they could need help.>Look around the stable. You’ve never actually been in one before, and could use the mundane distraction right now.>Other?
>>2973744>Look around the stable. You’ve never actually been in one before, and could use the mundane distraction right now.Open the gates and set fire to the stable. It'll help the others and also give us a distraction to escape and figure things out, while still letting us claim responsibility for helping out.It'll also cover up killing the Prince dude. We don't want to make ourselves a target!
>>2973744>Look around the stable. You’ve never actually been in one before, and could use the mundane distraction right now.Gotta take a breather even thought we technically do not breathe any more.Say QM, is the Ventrue's boots still here and do they fit us?
Rolled 77 (1d100)>>2973744>>2973750Yeah, let's rifle his pockets and see if he was fleeing with any money or such.
>>2973744>Just… sit here and think about this whole maldito night.
>Whoops, forgot to say I was writing. I'll get in the habit, I swear.>>2973750>BootsLooking down, Salvador’s boots are very nice, if covered in blood and ash, and not exactly your style. You push your feet into them with some difficulty, although they eventually fit. They’re a little tight.>>2973754>Pockets>Also, I’ll call for rolls if they’re required. Otherwise, you just do something.You don’t find anything in his clothes other than ash, blood, and the clear… eye fluid. Ick. You did this. You made a choice. This wasn’t me. You get up.>Look around the stable. You’ve never actually been in one before, and could use the mundane distraction right now.You stand up and look around. This building is almost half as big as one of your farm plots, Dios. Half-saddled up, you see the horse that you were- that Salvador was preparing to depart on. There don’t appear to be any other horses about, though. Poking your head in a stall, you see piles of grain, oats, and hay.You wander about the stables for a minute, your head’s spinning slowly dying down more and more from the earlier rush. Finally, you feel… stabilized, for lack of a better term. Your meandering has brought you to the back of the stable, with a clear line of sight out the door back to the manse. You hear exultant shrieking and movement on the upper floor.>…You really should go help your brethren. It feels right, for some reason.>Dios, you- DIOS, you’d forgotten about Miguel! If you were brought here… could he be here too?>Other?
>>2973821>Dios, you- DIOS, you’d forgotten about Miguel! If you were brought here… could he be here too?TIME FOR SAD FOLKS!
>>2973821>Dios, you- DIOS, you’d forgotten about Miguel! If you were brought here… could he be here too?DIOS MIO!
>>2973821>Dios, you- DIOS, you’d forgotten about Miguel! If you were brought here. . . No, an 8 year old would be worse than useless in a fight. You need to go home and see if he's okay.
>>2973821>>Dios, you- DIOS, you’d forgotten about Miguel! If you were brought here… could he be here too?plsno
>>2973821Also - start a fire in the stable before leaving.We can steal a horse to get home quick and check on our family.
>>2973821>Dios, you- DIOS, you’d forgotten about Miguel! If you were brought here… could he be here too?Clearly that was who we diablerized first! Even Tzimisce have a heart, they couldn't bear to separate two brothers!Also, what about >>2973746? I like the fire idea.
>Start a fire to cover the Prince's ash in more ash, dawg>Dios, you- DIOS, you’d forgotten about Miguel! If you were brought here… could he be here too?>Staying to look beats leaving to look by 1 vote.>Seems anons who want to leave want to grab a horse. I'll say you tied it up outside the stable before looking around the courtyard and manse for Miguel. Roll me 2d100, best of 3 each column. First for getting over your supernatural fear of fire to start a giant blaze in a wooden building filled with hay, second for your search for an 8 year old boy in the middle of the night.>Both of those are red flags, anons. You need to go home and rethink your life.
Rolled 58, 68 = 126 (2d100)>>2973856TIME TO FRY!
Rolled 29, 83 = 112 (2d100)>>2973856
Rolled 88, 8 = 96 (2d100)>>2973856
>Mediocre totals>But combined, that's 88, 83>Nice!Writing.
>>2973821>88, 83>Fire goes well.>Finding Miguel goes…With your newfound clarity, you suddenly realize that Miguel was with you in the shed, earlier to- Jesuchristo what a crazy night this has been, was that really only a few hours ago? He was there, though. And if you were taken…As you exit the stables to search, the reality hits you: you’ve committed a murder here. You don’t even feel bad. That’s three. You’re becoming a natural. Sure, you think that ‘law’ is a bit out the window here with… everything, but maybe you should be careful anyway.Leading your- Salvador’s horse out first and tying it to a nearby tree, you go back in and grab one of the torches. Being so close to the flame is unnerving. You feel that instinct within you, the one that’s been nothing but aggressive and bloodthirsty, recoil in stark fear as you approach. You fight on, though, picking it up and chucking it into a hay pile before running out without looking back. If just a torch gave that impression you don’t want to know how YOU. it would react to a roaring fire. You hear the fire roar up behind you; even the heat is enough to give you a thrill of nervousness.You spend the next few minutes running around the courtyard, looking for Miguel. If he’s here, he’s either outside or within the mansion. You hope for his sake it’s here, but as you pass by the- Jesuchristo, that’s brutal. As you pass by the groups of shredded Spaniard corpses mixed with the occasional villager, you don’t see any sign of him. With mounting dread, you return to the manse, entering through the back door you left not so long ago.(1/2)
>>2973997Having followed Salvador through the halls, you’re able to search the building much more efficiently now. Something else comes up, though… his memories of the place are aiding your understanding, as well. It’s disconcerting remembering things done in a different body, by a different man, but after a few minutes you’ve adjusted, more or less.You pass a great deal of bodies in here – most look to have been slain with great, powerful blows from a sword. Looks like Castellana – yes, that’s her name, you know that know – has been busy. Room after room, you look for your brother. The sounds of combat have died down– you can just hear one fight, now, on the second floor.As you turn to leave the last room on the first floor - some sort of sitting room, you're still thinking about that woman. You hear an “Eep!” from over your shoulder as you begin moving. Turning quickly, you see what… looks like Miguel’s figure darting back from a position peering around the doorframe. You didn’t get a good look at him.Running out to the hall, you poke your head out and look both ways. He’s vanished.>Call out! Miguel!>You KNOW he’s around here now. Keep looking. Why did he run from you, though…>If he’s here then he’s in danger. Just their own plight wasn’t enough to motivate you to help your comrades, but this tips the scale. Go seek out the conflict on the second floor.>Other?(2/2)
>>2974001>Call out! Miguel!>You KNOW he’s around here now. Keep looking. Why did he run from you, though…
>>2974001>Call out! Miguel!
>>2974001>You KNOW he’s around here now. Keep looking. Why did he run from you, though…
>>2974001>Call out! Miguel!take him n run damnit
Well, they're not mutually exclusive.>Call out! Miguel!>You KNOW he’s around here now. Keep looking. Why did he run from you, though…Roll me 1d100 for coming across as Juan, the friendly brother, not WHO YOU REALLY ARE. a blood-crazed soul-drinking monster>This next big post'll probably be my last post of the night
Rolled 41 (1d100)>>2974032BRO!
Rolled 12 (1d100)>>2974032MY NACHO BROTHER FROM ANOTHER SOMBRERO!
Rolled 29 (1d100)>>2974032we better not fail this
>>2974041>>2974038>>2974037[Sad Spanish Guitar Playing]
>>2974054https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2atlpj7AGXUIt's not exactly sad Spanish guitar playing Anon. But it's somber enough for this moment in time.
>>2974032Well. I'm passing out trying to keep up here. I like your quest, but it's late at night!
>>2974041>>2974038>>2974037This is everything I want out of a V:TM quest.Let's leave our family behind in a tragic backstory!
>>2974085To be honest, I'm just happy we're getting a V:TM quest to begin with.
>>2974090And an actual one! And a good one! I prefer when the QM keeps most of it "offscreen" as it were so that we aren't terribly focused on stats and specific mechanics. Doesn't work well on/qst/.
>>2974093There was one a few months back where we were in the far future which was pretty neat, but the QM decided to die on us and that pretty much killed the quest.
>>2974101As is tradition.
>Had to step out there>41>You do, in fact, come across as a soul-drinking monsterWriting. Last post, as I mentioned.
>>2974131What am I to do the rest of the night at work?
>>2974141write a quest
>>2974152Oooh, I tried that once.I did a thread but people got bored halfway through chargen. Turns out I like dicking about with mechanics more than writing narratives.
>>2974001>To avoid looking like a soul-drinking monster, 10/10 doctors recommend not drinking so many souls, jesus dude, slow down.“Miguel!” Your voice echoes down the empty halls over the background of distant, metallic CLANGS. “Miguel!” There is no response.Well, he is 8. This is all pretty horrific. You’ve always been a survivor, adaptive, but not everyone is like that. He’s your hermano, though, you’ve got to find him. You stalk through the corridors, hunting him down like… Wait, no, you’re in the wrong frame of mind here.You walk calmly through the corridors, trying to act… soothing? Those instincts you’ve been listening to are telling you to do the opposite, though. You feel like a predator right now, and this calmness… ech, you can’t maintain it. You’ll just have to hope you can explain it to Miguel when you find him.You stalk through the corridors, hunting down your little brother, but nothing turns up. You check all the rooms on this floor and all those on the top floor – nothing but bodies. The fight seems to have ended; when you get up to that room, you peek in cautiously, but there’s nothing but bodies in there. None of them are Castellana. As you stand in that room, thinking about where he could’ve gone and just how you’re going to calm him down, movement through the large, forward-facing windows catches your eye. Through the front gate, moving past the clumps of bodies slowly, deliberately, are 5 shrouded figures on horseback.You squint, trying to make out details, when they suddenly all look up at you as one. Their pace quickens.
And with that I am done for tonight!>"Slower pace">"A couple posts">Run all evening at the same pace I did all weekendWhy do I do this to myself.>>2974152Too real.Glad to see people are enjoying playing as much as I am running! Will post tomorrow about plans for the rest of the week - this is about where I wanted to get to over the weekend, and I'll have to do some prepwork for the shameless infodump meeting of the actual Sabbat members and where things go from there.
>>2974176>You squint, trying to make out details, when they suddenly all look up at you as one. Their pace quickens.NOPEGTFO
>>2974182>>2974190I just realized that if we train with swords and wear full on black with a cape, we can totally rock the whole Zorro mystique.
>>2974182thanks for running
>>2974182Thanks for running! It's a lot of fun.
>>2974182Thanks for running! Shame timezone difference kept me from participating.>>2974209Oh fuck, I totally want this now.
>>2974182Yo you got a Twitter?
>>2974209>train with swords and wear full on black with a capeYou'll match perfectly against the trenchcoats and katanas of the Camarilla>>2974075>>2974343I know your pain, timezone Anons>>2974450>TwitterI could set one up if it'd help Anons catch me running in the future, sure>Plans for the weekDefinitely gonna need a few days at least to prep the next session and hammer out a few things. May do a Thursday or Friday evening (CST time) run, or something on Sunday. Depending on where the thread is on the board at that time, I might start a new one or just keeping going here who am I kidding, it's qst, this thread will be here for ages
>>2975156>You'll match perfectly against the trenchcoats and katanas of the CamarillaI can see it now, us fencing against katana wielding Brujah and Assimites. It's so beautiful. I now want to do the whole Zorro shtick even more now.
>>2975156>>2975176>You'll match perfectly against the trenchcoats and katanas of the CamarillaMaybe, but at least we'll have actual class!
>>2975176> I can see it now, us fencing against katana wielding Brujah and Assimites. No. Lame. I can see us being a flesh warped monstrosity of eerie, alien beauty as we strive towards the perfection of our ancient Gods in our physical form.Angered at the Spaniards who brought this curse to our lands, who killed our father, who killed US, we go deeper into becoming a champion of our traditional religion.We go full blood sacrifice Aztec.Macuahuitl are great for chopping down horses, and also Vampires. To me a Tzimisce has this one important trait : they're domain owners. They're incredibly territorial, controlled by a rigid hierarchy and viewing their possessions both territorial, personal, and subordinates, as extensions of themselves - although disposable parts.In fact, forget about the fleshcrafting weirdness. This is an opportunity to play a genuinely weird blue and orange morality creature.Or we could meme about an American show from the 70s about Mexico in the 1800s in a game set in the 1400s in a vaguely South American location.I'm actually good either way, but I do think Zorro is kind of basic bitch.We could spend our time recreating Eagle and Leopard warriors in hilariously incorrect fashions because we're some uneducated hick aping legends and myths.
>>2975512Anon, nothing says we can't have both.Hell we can do your suggestions early on and then pick up the Zorro stuff later on for a change of pace.We got all of eternity to do it.I am a bit dissapointed that you didn't bring up the serials from the early 1900s or the ultra cheesy Mask of Zorro films from the late 90s as wellAnd as much of a basic bitch as Zorro could be, it's still something that pops out since Tzimisce are usually sterotyped for the most part as that clan that sits in their fortresses experimenting on poor sods to turn into flesh furniture and sic'ing their creations on everyone. Not going out and getting shit done in person.Also South America? I could have sworn we were literally in Mexico.
>>2975721Spanish Conquistadors.Although it could be Mexico, we could also have just been using the occupiers language.Actually I just forgot that Mexico was in North America. IDK. I think it would be weird for a Native Mestizo to be all Zorro at this time. Hundreds of years too early. The dynamic would be all wrong.Also Zorro fought for the people and was a basic bitch hero. Far more appropriate for Brujah, or a Toreador even what with that stylish flair.
>>2975721>>2975721But if we have a timeskip I'm okay with it.
>Finished the Sabbat pack detailsWhy is it that my NPC groups always come out way differently than my initial vision when I'm finished writing them up.Looking pretty good for a run later this week. Wednesday is a maybe, if not then Thursday almost for sure.>>2975873>>2964024>La Ciudad Metropolitana de Nuestra Señora de MonterreyYou are currently in what will eventually become the grand, important city of Monterrey, Mexico. Well, you're on a mansion just outside of the town now, but you get the idea.
>>2975914So more like Amerindians?
>>2975878I'm cool with it too if the QM does one.>>2975914Ah, thanks for the info QM.
>>2975997I was just thinking of the first V:TM video game.It would also be a good way to handle player "death".
>>2975914Huh. In that case we'd be well outside the Aztec cultural sphere.
>>2976857Cliff people maybe? I'm not so good with Central Mexico.
When I said maybe today, I meant yes today. Resuming in ~1.5 hours or so. >Slower pace throughout the evening>This time for real
>>2977611Just in time for me to go to work!
>>2974176The 5 horses accelerate to a trot, moving across the courtyard at a respectable rate. The cloaked riders seem to continue looking up at you, although it’s hard to tell with the distance and the darkness. You can’t make out any features under their concealing garments. You’ve probably got less than a minute before they reach the front door. Who… are those people?>Hide inside the Mansion – you Salvador know it pretty well by now.>Run out the back – the wall encloses the whole courtyard as far as you’re aware, but maybe you can climb over before they find you?>Try to make it to that horse you tied up earlier and… ride past them? You’ve never even been on a horse before, though, and it’s only half-saddled…>Keep trying to find Miguel – you know he’s around here somewhere.>Go down to the entrance hall and meet them. Those riders don’t look to be the kinds you can run from.
>>2977952>Hide inside the Mansion – you Salvador know it pretty well by now.Never turn down a home-field advantage.
>>2977952>Hide inside the Mansion – you Salvador know it pretty well by now.Juan has had pretty good luck with stealth and he probably wants to try finding Miguel before he leaves the mansion. If any of these 5 can move as fast as that lady from before running probably won't be easy, so hopefully they tip their hands in terms of what powers they have while Juan is hiding.
>>2977952>Hide inside the Mansion – you Salvador know it pretty well by now.>Gotta remember that spoilers fuck up greentextThey look like bad news. Maybe… they just saw motion? They might not have seen you just yet. You decide to take your chances among the nooks and crannies of the manse.Roll me 1d100s for stealth, please.
Rolled 24 (1d100)>>2978056
Rolled 25 (1d100)>>2978056
Rolled 57 (1d100)>>2978056Wouldn't have needed stealth if we set the barn on fire.
>>2978158Wait we did. I forgot.
>>2978069>>2978090>>2978130> dat 25Damnit anon, we were so close.
>>2978021>Juan has had pretty good luck with stealthSurvey says...>>2978069>>2978090>>2978130Not quite. Writing
>>2978056>Hide inside the Mansion – you know it pretty well by now.>25>Not well enough, apparently.Mierda! You don’t have time to run – you’ll have to hide somewhere in the manse, but where… That weird, vertical chute! That’s not even a room, no way they’ll think to look in there. You quickly run to the opening to the chute, located in one of the main bedrooms, and climb in. Although the interior is smooth, there’s a short jut of mismatched masonry where two of the building’s stones meet that allows you to just barely hold your weight there. You stand in the cramped chute, hunched over, for what feels like a terribly long time. Too long. They’ve got to be in here by now, you think you hear movement, so why haven’t they-BANG.With a sudden jerk, the chute’s door is kicked open, slamming into you and knocking you off your perch into a freefall. You see a dark, faceless shape staring at you through the chute door, but that’s quickly pushed to the back of your mind as the hard, stone ground of the basement rushes up at your face. The last thing you remember is the impact.Your eyes snap open. You’re lying on the ground, a cool stone floor. A moderate amount of some wet, warm liquid is touching your cheek. It’s probably blood, now that you think about it.You start. Dios, the hooded figures! You look up suddenly into the room – some kind of servant’s work room, you think – and see that indeed, all 5 are standing at the other side of the room, looking at you. The way the lighting in the room is laid out, you can’t see any of their faces.Mierda.>Remain quiet.>Who are you?>What’s going on?>Threaten them to back off.>Other?
>>2978247> Remain quiet.Hey boss.
>>2978247>What’s going on?
Something's come up unexpectedly, so I'll have to step out for a couple hours, sorry - going to leave the vote open and resume when I'm back. Until then!
>>2978247> Remain quiet
>>2978247> Help! Someone started a fire, we have to get the others out of here!Being vague about which "others" we mean, hopefully they'll give away whose side they're on!
>>2978293That's perfect for me actually, about when I'll have time to post from work.
>Remain quiet.Back and writing.
>>2978247>Remain quiet.You stay there, silently regarding them just as they do you. Slowly, your enhanced senses begin to pick out features from beneath the hoods. They are pale, and gaunt, to a person. 3 women, and 2 men, you… think. It’s still hard to tell. Finally, the one in the middle turns to the one on the furthest right of the group and whispers something – even your enhanced senses can’t pick it up. The figure walks forward from the edge of the group, kneeling down and placing a finger in the pool of blood you remain in. Now that he’s – yes, this is one of the men, you can tell now – now that he’s closer you can make out features more clearly. A native, like you, though significantly older – well into his 4th decade, if you had to guess. Some pudge rests below his chin, and he has a slight, quavering air about his countenance. As he briefly looks into your eyes, though, something about him unsettles you. Something is… wrong, with him, you can just tell. He stands abruptly and returns to his place among the group. “One of Juanita’s. That’s… a 3 way tie between her, Alvida, and myself, by my reckoning.”The one to the left of the middle figure laughs uproariously. “A tie! The other two hardly ‘survived’. More ‘avoided death by pure fortune’, niet?” His Spanish is heavily accented to the point of being barely understandable. He continues chuckling and shakes his head. “I do believe Juanita” – Dios he butchers that name, ruthlessly – “is the winner! I must admit some surprise, but well done, devushka!” He nods amicably to the figure on his left.The other figures in the group nod and offer murmured congratulations of varying enthusiasm to the leftmost figure. She barely seems to react – she’s not comfortable with the attention, even YOU can tell that much with how obvious it is.These figures don’t seem to be taking things all too seriously given the bloodbath they’ve just walked through. Jesuchristo, and you thought tonight couldn’t throw you off any more…>Keep quiet. The middle figure is just staring at you, it’s a little creepy.>Ask them what on earth kind of game they’re talking about.>They seem to be somewhat jovial – match their moods. You are adaptive, a survivor after all.>Other?
>>2978580>Ask them what on earth kind of game they’re talking about.I don't think this was a fun one for Juan
>>2978580>Ask them what on earth kind of game they’re talking about.Not feeling real jovial, but they don't seem hostile so maybe we can finally get some info?
>>2978580>Ask them what on earth kind of game they’re talking about.
>>2978580>Other?Ask if they can help you find your brother
>Ask them what on earth kind of game they’re talking about.Writing, by the way.
>>2978580>Ask them what on earth kind of game they’re talking about.You finally muster the right combination of courage and a healed jaw to speak up. “What…” you spit out some blood. “What kind of jodido game is this? Eh? Didn’t you see the bodies out there? In here? What in Dios name is going on?”You look between the five of them after finishing, pulling yourself up to a sitting position from the floor. You feel pretty much recovered from the fall now. It seems injuries just don’t quite… take like they used to. You remember that one time, when- ah, no, you have more important things to focus on.The jovial, heavy-accented fellow barks a laugh out at your questions and steps forward a bit to get a better look at you. In the light, you can see a large, heavily bearded European-looking man beneath the hood, though you can’t quite place his ethnicity or accent. “My syn, my syn, why so indignant? You won! Well, Juanita won, technically, you weren’t a player, but you won by proxy! You’re still on Bog’s earth, that’s cause for joy, niet?” Through his accent and words that you’re pretty sure aren’t even Spanish, you’re having a hell of a time even understanding him. You… weren’t even a player? In what, though?You focus your gaze on him. “How can I win by… ‘proxy’, whatever that is, if I am not a player, señor?”At that he steps forward towards you, leaning down and placing an iron grip on your shoulder. His jovial smile remains, but his eyes trigger all your survival instincts at once as they bore into your own. This… this is a monstruo, you can just tell. This man has long since forsaken Dios.“You won, my syn, because we have not killed you.”He holds your gaze a moment longer before jumping up and clapping his hands. “Well! Unless any are opposed, I think he has passed the tseremoniya sozdaniya, or good enough, in any case.” He pauses as if just remembering something. “Although that decision lies with you, Juanita, of course.”At his words, the leftmost figure – you’ve figured it out to be Juanita – flinches, but mumbles something nearly inaudible. The boisterous man’s grin widens. “I lyubit it! Very devious, I am proud.” At even this simple praise Juanita seems to inflate as if her whole world had just been validated. The man turns briefly to the center figure, who nods. You still can barely make out their features. He gestures over his shoulder, his back to you. “Up you get, then! One more thing to do.”>Get up and see what this is all about.>Stay seated – you want an explanation.>His back is to you; maybe you could attack, take him hostage, get out of here… it’s a long shot, but it might work?>Other?
>>2978699>Get up and see what this is all about.Don't want to pick a fight in front of four other vampires.
>>2978699>Get up and see what this is all about.Let's do what they want and then we can go find Miguel.
>>2978699>Get up and see what this is all about.I dunno, let's assume Juan could even subdue this guy, are the other 4 even going to care enough about him to make taking a hostage worth it? They seem to be treating matters of life and death as a game. I dunno, hopefully whatever they have in mind isn't too hard.
>>2978699>Get up and see what this is all about.Yeah let's not start shit.
>Get up and see what this is all about.Seems decisive enough. Writing.
>>2978699>Get up and see what this is all about.You get up. If this is how they act when they’re happy, maybe you shouldn’t set them off any more than you can help...With an unnerving grin, the friendly accented man leads you out, back through the halls, as the remainder of the group follows behind. You can hear them discussing something, but can’t quite make it out. Finally, you exit the building back into the front courtyard. From a nearby tree, you can see two corpses hung by their necks and swinging gently in the breeze – the upper torso of that glowy-eyed woman you abandoned to Castellana, and another shredded body you don’t recognize. The leading man smiles as the rest of the group catches up behind you. One of the shrouded figures who’s remained silent this whole time – one of the women – passes the man a lit torch that she must’ve picked up back in the building. He grins broadly, then offers it to you with a grand gesture. “Well? Do the honours, my syn.”>Accept the torch despite the fear, but… what does he want you to do with it? Burn a couple of dead bodies?>Refuse without an explanation first; that fire’s freaking you out even from here.>Other?
>>2978732>Accept the torch despite the fear, but… what does he want you to do with it? Burn a couple of dead bodies?uhhh they look dead anyways, so I guess it's fine. stupid hazing rituals and all that. Let's get this over with, find our brother, then return to our normal lives because our newfound status is definitely something we can keep from our family.
>>2978732>Accept the torch despite the fear, but… what does he want you to do with it? Burn a couple of dead bodies?We are more than a man, and let no fear sway us. Also this, >>2978735
>>2978732>Ask them the purpose behind thisTo be honest we have a shit ton of questions and we're probably in a heavily unsure state to do everything they say right away.
>>2978732>Accept the torch despite the fear, but… what does he want you to do with it? Burn a couple of dead bodies?I mean burning some dead bodies won't be the worst thing Juan has done tonight in the name of survival.
>>2978732>>Accept the torch despite the fear, but… what does he want you to do with it? Burn a couple of dead bodies?
>>2978732>Accept the torch despite the fear, but… what does he want you to do with it? Burn a couple of dead bodies?Full eye contact! That can't be a bad idea.
>Accept the torch despite the fear, but… what does he want you to do with it? Burn a couple of dead bodies?Writing, by the way.
>>2978732>Accept the torch despite the fear, but… what does he want you to do with it? Burn a couple of dead bodies?You reach out and accept the torch, the licking flames nearly breaking your resolve but after your experience at the stables earlier, you feel you’ve got a bit better control. You look at the tree with the bodies, then back to the man. “You want me to… burn the dead bodies of those who came with me? But only two of them?”He grins cruelly. “They are not dead. No more than we are. No more than you are.” He goes over and smacks each of the corpses across the face, hard. There is a power behind those blows beyond even a man of his size. Amazingly, the woman with the missing legs seems to… awaken, looking around frantically and focusing on the fire you hold before you.The shredded body, upon the disturbance, merely falls from the rope, separating at the neck. The group all break into uproarious laughter as the mutilated, segmented chunks of flesh held together by mere strands of sinew and muscle tissue collapse into a loose pile. The head hangs there, eyes gouged out, lower jaw nearly detached so far down has it been wrenched. Looking at it, you feel a bit sick. You turn away.The man finishes laughing, a great laugh from deep in his belly, mirthful and terrible all at once, then shrugs. “Well, maybe one of them is dead.” He backs away from the tree and turns to you expectantly.The woman… thing seems to have grasped what is going on and begins to panic. “No, no, please, I don’t know what’s happening, please…” tears of – Dios – tears of blood stream down her cheeks as she heaves out the words. In a moment of clarity, she seems to fixate on your face. “Juan! Juan! I know you, I recognize you, amigo, please, I have always treated you well! Please!” Her voice pitches up into a shriek at the end. Through all the blood and mutilation, you can barely make out her facial features – you don’t recognize her. She claws at the rope around her neck frantically.>Burn her.>Refuse. This is too much.>Other?
>>2978783>Burn her.She is a monster and we are damned, let us send her to Dios.
>>2978783>Other?Stare really hard at her face and ask her to explain herselfoh man i hope this ain't our momBurn the other one to put it out of its misery.
>>2978783> Other?Ask if she saw Miguel. If she says yes burn her because either she's lying or she didn't help him. If she says no, don't because she was honest even if we might kill her.
>>2978783>Burn herEither we do it or they will kill us. Mutter a quick prayer under your breath to send her to Heaven
>>2978795>>2978783This seems clever, and gives us a reason for not burning her or for burning her.I'm worried about our humanity level.
>>2978786We might as well burn ourselves for that.>>2978800We could ask them if there is a quicker way to send her off, then. Life can be cruel, but we don't have to be more cruel than necessary.
>>2978805If it makes you feel any better, we more than likely didn't lose any in our fight with that one guard.
>>2978795>Asking about MiguelSeems to be a fair amount of support for this. Do you try to do this fairly quietly? Or just at a normal speaking volume?>>2978805>humanitythats_the_whole_point.png
>>2978812They're probably superhumans so I don't think it matters much. Whisper it to give the entire situation levity and give them a signal we're willing to die for our little bro (we are willing to die for our little bro, right).
>>2978808Yes, but suicide is a mortal sin.>>2978812At a normal speaking volume, we won't be cowed.
>>2978812If we have to do it, please do it quietly. And be sure to pray for her. Faith is the only thing standing between us and madness.
>>2978812Loud interrogation. Take control of the moment.We've been given authority, might as well use it.
>>2978812Normal volume. Then we can ask the others if we can intervene on her behalf if she answers well.
>>2978815We already died.But hey, good to know we just handed them a way to control us. No seriously, that way they're less likely to kill us.
Alright, there seems to be a fair amount of discussion here, it's an important choice, and I'm out of steam anyways. I'll leave this vote up overnight; I'll tally it up and resume tomorrow at the usual time.If you've already voted, please reply to this post again with your vote just so I have an easier time counting.>>2978783>Burn her>Ask her about MiguelIF you vote for asking about Miguel:>Regular speaking volume>Do it quietly
>>2978838> Regular speaking volumeNever submit, it isn't the Sabbat way.
>>2978838>Ask her about Miguel>Regular speaking volume
>>2978838>Ask her about Miguel>Regular speaking volumeIt's been fairly consistent so far that these people can hear a flea's screams from two miles away.
>>2978838>Ask her about Miguel>QuietlyThe Sabbat despises Humanity the most. Just try to make her comfortable in her final moments and ask about our brother. We can´t do anything moe for her. Either she will be killed by them or by us.
>>2978838>>Ask her about Miguel>Regular speaking volume
>>2978854She's not a human, and the Sabbat values bonds of Loyalty above all else. So refusing to burn this person who is a packmate, who recognizes us, is the right move.This is a test.
>>2978871We are shovelheads not packmates though. More akin to ghouls than true vampires. Until our initiation, we are worth shit.
>>2978887And how do you think we prove we aren't shit? They can turn any number of chumps who bow before the slightest breeze. Hell, we might as well be fucking Cammy's
>>2978887If Juanita kills us she loses. So no.
Huh. Do we have a True Faith score with our religious background?
>>2978897Not really, even with our level of belief we still wouldn't have true faith.Now the crazy priest that the QMC knew way back when, there's a small chance he might have True Faith.
>>2978900I mean, for one dot in true faith it's not too out there. We're pretty religious, and we seem to pretty genuinely believe in god from what I can tell. If anything, seeing the supernatural and encountering things that may or may not be what the priest told us about probably is helping to reinforce those beliefs of ours. I wouldn't underestimate the faith of 17th-century mexicans, of all people. Hella religious folks.
>>2978911I would say that absolutely zero of our choices indicate any points in true faith.
>>2978911See: The three murders we've committed so far.
>>2978838>Ask her about Miguel>do it quietly
>>2979049We did choose to gtfo and pray, once.
>>2978838>Burn herEh... go for it. Even if we don't get a chance to look for him, Miguel will probably be safer on his own than with any of these sick fucks knowing that Juan is worried about him.
Fuck it, may as well get it out of the way.>2978838Hey QM, have we done anything so far to be able to apply or acquire True Faith at this point? I'm asking this to help clear some stuff up with everyone.
>>2979439>>2978838Fucking damn backspace button.
>>2979441>>2979439To be fair I think it would be cheap to just get True Faith from the getgo just for being religiousDelving into faith as a desperate attempt to retain our dwindling Humanity though...
>>2979523I don't know how things work in WoD, but the idea of a deeply Catholic vampire being ministered to by a sympathetic padre with literal blood is amusing
>>2979523That friendly, helpful bearded fellow seems a religious sort - I bet he'd be more than happy to show you along a spiritual path to better yourself. Maybe call it... a Path of Enlightenment, if you had to give it a name. He's only got your best interests in mind, I promise.>True FaithWhile True Faith was more common in these times than in the present day, it's still rare. It can accomplish faith healing, literal miracles, visions, heroic feats, etc. Juan does not have True Faith - he's just religious.
>>2979558Oh man and we're in the perfect era to construct a horrifying fort of flesh and mud brick on the Path(or Road) to Metamorphis.
>>2979875Gotta keep our brother with us somehow. If he's mortal and 8, he won't live forever r and we should start grooming him now to become the monstrosity with true faith that we plan to turn into a weapon against our creators slash breeding line anchor for our humanity!>>2979875The fortress of flesh is only a pallid reflection of the fortress of the mind.
>>2979558It's not a true V:TM without people asking for snowflake hax powers.I mean.I never did LARP in the 90s what are you talking about.But seriously White Wolf games are totally geared towards that sort of thing so I ain't even mad.Let's be special. More so than being one of the chosen few embraced into the night and given a weak prince to immediately diablerize.
>>2979887if we actually did diablerise a prince, as opposed to just a random guy, we're gonna be under severe lock and key and blood bound pretty quick.
>>2979936I wonder if we got Dominate out of the deal.
>>2979558True faith only does that stuff when it's 6+ dots.1 dot just makes it so brandishing an object related to your faith or praying has a small chance of making lesser supernatural creatures fuck off, depending on their willpower vs your faith.2 dots resists domination.3 can sense vampires and can purchase the awareness skill4 can't be turned ghoul and you're immune to dominate, presence, and obfuscate5 basically makes it so vampires have to fuck off in your presence unless they've got incredible willpowerand as stated, 6+ is when you get into miracle territory like consecrating areas or banishing entities.
>>2979944Personally I have zero interest in pursuing that as a skill path. >>2979936He literally said he was The Prince . . . But like it was said before that's a political position so it's not like he was necessarily that powerful. Most likely he was a stalking horse for exactly this kind of response.Also we burned the Barn to hide the evidence, and we already diablerized another vampire maybe before we came back to ourselves.> Miguel is dead and what we saw was just our tortured psyche breaking down
>>2979944Fair enough. Maybe I should've said "miracles and feats on a sliding scale, from minor to bullshit". Also do keep in mind I've changed a few minor things about the system - numerated lists like that aren't necessarily completely accurate.>>2979936Based on the vague glimpses of his memories you have, you don't get the sense that this was an especially competent prince, or that this domain was particularly important. More 'leave this idiot here as we retreat so that we'll know when the Sabbat have taken over that particular region, because he'll be dead.'>>2980115>Miguel is dead.But Anon, so is Juan! Depending on your point of view, I suppose.>>2978838>Ask her about Miguel>Regular speaking volumeTakes it handily. Back and writing. Slow pace warning still in effect.
>>2978783>Ask her about Miguel>Regular speaking volumeYou step in closer to her, just barely, and she flinches away. “Did you see Miguel?”She stares down at you from the crooked angle her head is forced into by the hangman's noose. It takes her a second to react to your words, unmoving but for the hanging entrails still swaying lightly from her earlier motion. She seems to have trouble parsing your words. “…Miguel? Ah, yes, such a nice little señor, you are so lucky to have him, yes, yes…” Noticing that you seem to be waiting for a response, she gets a bit nervous. “Uh, what about him, Juan, amigo?” She tries to smile in a reassuring manner, but this just leads to her right cheek separating as an unhealed wound opens up, and you get a grisly view into the inside of her pulped, lacerated mouth. She doesn’t seem to notice.You frown, and even this simple expression nearly causes her to break down. “Did you see him?” You ask gently, not wanting to send her further over the edge than she clearly already is.She freezes, staring at you, as if trying to discern what the right answer is. She looks over your shoulder at the group behind you, then back to you. “…No?” She cringes.>You don’t believe her. Try to push harder.>You can’t trust anything she says – she’s barely conscious. Don’t press any further.>Other?
>>2980299>You don’t believe her. Try to push harder.
>>2980299>You don’t believe her. Try to push harder.This is important
>>2980299>You don’t believe her. Try to push harder.>Bring the Torch up near her face
>>2980299>You don’t believe her. Try to push harder.You don’t like that answer. She’s terrified – probably just telling you what she thinks you want to hear. How dare she? Puta. He’s your brother and you WILL find him.You wave the torch at her, bringing it within a half-foot of her face. She shrieks, and seems to flail about in a blind panic for a spell. Eventually, she calms down, her erratic movement having opened even more extensive wound patterns on her broken form. She nearly looks as bad as that… flesh pile on the ground next to you. You still aren’t looking at it.You stare at her, and she you, as she finishes coming to. She’s on the verge of one of those panic attacks again, just as a resting level, like prey trapped in a burrow that knows there’s no way out. Your face apparently tells her everything she needs to know.“Juan, I swear, Dios, I would not lie! I have not seen him!”>She’s just scared that she made the wrong choice and is trying to avoid being caught in a lie. KEEP PUSHING.>That’s… more believable. She seems frightened enough. Don’t press any further.>Ech, you don’t even think you’d be able to tell, even if she was telling the truth. Don’t press any further.>Other?
>>2980580>That’s… more believable. She seems frightened enough. Don’t press any further.Let's try to get a hold of ourselves here. Our condition is affecting us
>>2980580>That’s… more believable. She seems frightened enough. Don’t press any further.
>>2980580>That’s… more believable. She seems frightened enough. Don’t press any further.She… seems genuine. You take a moment to calm down – you’re really feeling riled up, for some reason. Stepping back, distancing yourself without thought from the conversation. Seeing your hesitation, she looks at you. She looks at the torch in your hand. She looks back at you. There is a plead, a beg inherent in her bloodshot gaze, though she remains silent but for the quiet rustling of her entrails brushing up against each other and the creak of the rope tightened around her neck; the breeze pushes her hanging form back and forth like some sick, twisted wind charm.The large accented man coughs behind you. “Well, we don’t have all night, my syn. Hurry to it!”…Right.>Burn her.>Refuse.>Other?You've gotta choose a side eventually, Anons.
>>2980923>Refuse.Can we not burn her? I'm not really feelin' in the burning mood for someone who knows us, has fought with us, and has called us amigo.
>>2980923>Burn her.Thanks for the information.
>>2980580>Ech, you don’t even think you’d be able to tell, even if she was telling the truth. Don’t press any further.I doubt she can tell us anything else, also I don't think we should be making the masked figures wait for too long>>2976857indeed it's way out, If I my memories don't fail me, the furthest north the aztec empire extended was San Luis Potosi, meanwhile Nuevo Leon (where Monterrey is located) and the surrounding states had semi-nomadic tribes with more similarities with the Apaches and the rest of the north American tribes than with the aztec and mayan empires, most of the people from this tribes refused to let go of their ways and where hunted to presumed extinction by the spainards
>>2980923>Burn her.not much we can do in this situation to opose the burning
>>2980923>Refuse.This is a damnable act...god-forsaken. Even if these people strike us down, it's okay - at least we did what was right in the end, despite having lost our way to the hunger earlier...
>>2980956We're already damned and she's already dead.
>>2980968We have done quite a few damning acts, but why add to them? How can they expect us to (re)kill someone we know and who has not harmed us and has no intention of harming us in the future? She's not a threat of any kind.
>>2980923>Burn herSorry but it´s either she or us, and they will kill her no mater. We will pray for her.¿Could we ask her for any last wishes?
>>2980923>RefuseWe can't do this. They might do so anyways, but don't dirty our own hands with this heinous act. We're no so far gone yet.
>>2981000You know what changing this to refuseIt will bit us in the ass and she is death nonetheless, but it´s reasonable or us to doubt.
>RefuseTakes it handily, apparently>It's OK, little neonate. You'll join the Sabbat when you feel like itWriting
>>2980923>Refuse.After a moment of hesitation, you turn away and look back to the man. “No.”He raises an eyebrow. “No? And why is that?”You glare at him. “She fought with me, she’s not a threat. It isn’t right.”At your defiant words one of the silent women, not the leader, snorts. The man rubs his chin through a thick layer of beard. “She’s a failure. She lost.” He speaks it plainly: a matter of fact. You figure that to his mind, this woman is a failure, and a failure is all that she is.Your glare continues. “Apparently, she’s not even a player. How could she lose?”This seems to be quite funny to the rest of the group, as they laugh with varying enthusiasm. Even the leader, the dark one, seems to be chuckling, at least – you see their shoulders rising and falling through the fabric. The leader steps forward into the torchlight. “He’s got spirit, honour, Vadim. I’m sure you can appreciate that.” Through her equally-unintelligible accent, you can tell she’s taking this about as seriously as the rest of them – that is, not at all.The man – Vadim – harumphs, clearly annoyed. “I appreciate honour, but this is just… misplaced. Foolish, without reason! But, if it is your wish, Ductus…” she nods at that, and he deflates as if that was not the response he was hoping for. “Very well. I suppose I can understand the honour behind that choice. EVEN IF I don’t agree with it.” He glares at you with the last phrase, sulking childishly. The woman pats his arm as she turns to you.Her eyes meet yours – they are sunken, calculating, intelligent. Unnerving. They bore right through you. “One more thing, little zwerg. Who is this… Miguel?” Her tone is neutral, but brooks no argument – she expects an answer.>Tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.>Admit that he’s your brother, but not that he was here tonight.>Lie completely: he’s a boy around the village, always lending a helping hand, you know it’s tragic actually, his parents both died from the flu and… >Other?
>>2981184>Admit that he’s your brother, but not that he was here tonight.
>>2981184 >Other?Ask her how are they going to treat this woman, and what would they do if they found out we'd kill or be killed for him? Be reaaaaaaaaal calm and try not to be intimidated or have our voice break while asking these questions
>>2981184>Admit that he’s your brother, but not that he was here tonight.Tell the truth, but only what is strictly necessary
>>2981184>>Admit that he’s your brother, but not that he was here tonight.
>>2981184>>Admit that he’s your brother, but not that he was here tonight.Juanny boy ain't no real Ventrue, and she didn't SPECIFICALLY ask Miguel's whereabouts...
>Admit that he’s your brother, but not that he was here tonight.Roll me some 1d100s for those weasel words, please
Rolled 42 (1d100)>>2981256
Rolled 57 (1d100)>>2981256They won't break us
Rolled 6 (1d100)>>2981256rollin'
>>2981184>Admit that he’s your brother, but not that he was here tonight.You pause. There’s really no way around this, you realize. “My brother.”She stares at you, taking your measure, unnaturally still, holding your gaze for an uncomfortable length of time. You’re almost about to continue, make something up about his whereabouts, when she turns away. She calls softly over her shoulder. “We are leaving. You are coming with us. Your riten commence tomorrow at sundown.”At her words the rest of them snap to action, the loose undisciplined group preparing their horses with an unexpected coordination. They mount up on their individual horses and begin to trot off. Are… you supposed to follow a convoy of horses? On foot? You’ll get left behind before any distance at all has been covered, surely they-“Follow.” The bearded man locks gaze with yours and speaks out as he moves away, the words carrying unnaturally across the night air. You find your legs begin pumping with enthusiasm, catching you up to the 5 riders and you soon settle in at a regular pace behind them. The remainders of the stable blaze die down as you walk off, that dead woman’s gaze boring into the back of your skull with such emotion that you can feel it even from here.Dios, you’re fucked.
And I'm gonna leave it at that for now! Thanks all who turned out - updates on weekend schedule to come. Expect something Sunday, most likely. Maybe new thread, maybe not.And of course, as always, questions & comments are welcome.
>>2981317thanks for running. You actually from Mexico, or just have an interest in the setting?
>>2981317What's your personal favorite clan?Mine's Nosferatu. I tend to think they've got a great bond with one another, and are generally the most bro of all the clans. They've been dealt a shit hand and they've gone pretty far with it, you know?
>>2981321No, I just usually try to depict events accurate where I can. Did a fair amount fo research for the setting and likely will do more as time goes on and things progress.>>2981375Probably Gangrel, actually. Protean's very fun and high-level Animalism can some powerful, if niche. shit. Also they're damn hard to put down and the undead equivalent of survivalists
>>2983157>My favorite is GangrelMy nigga. I like them for the amount of shits they just don't give.>Get hit with a cannonball>"Try harder dumbass.">Get set on fire>"You smell something burning?">Get betrayed>"Is it already Tuesday?">Find out that the end of the world is near>"So that explains why I'm more bored than usual, thanks."
New session later tonight: ~7 hours from now, running for a few hours then will continue to run throughout the week.Likely gonna be a new thread because I don't want to have to switch halfway through and this one may not make it through the week.Also, I feel like I am just not understanding the sup.tg archiving process for some reason...
>>2989464Thread delayed to tomorrow - real life got in the way, unfortunately. 7PM CST start time