AriamisI am interested, as well. How many confirmed characters do you have playing total?
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A way out west there was a fella, fella I want to tell you about. Fella by the name of Don. At least, that was the handle his lovin' parents gave him, but he never had much use for it himself. This Donald, he called himself the Dude. Now, Dude. That's a name no one would self-apply where I come from. But then, there was a lot about the Dude that didn't make a whole lot of sense to me. But then again, maybe that's why I found the guy s'durned innarestin'.
Sometimes there's a man--I won't say a hee-ro, 'cause what's a hee-ro?--but sometimes... there's a man.
And I'm talkin' about the Dude here--sometimes there's a man who, wal, he's the man for his time'n place. He fits right in there--and that's the Dude.
Sometimes there's a man--I won't say a hee-ro, 'cause what's a hee-ro?--but sometimes... there's a man.
And I'm talkin' about the Dude here--sometimes there's a man who, wal, he's the man for his time'n place. He fits right in there--and that's the Dude.
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Very interested! I like your little opener, very well-written.
I however never played VTM. Would this be an issue, or is this more only loosely based on the game and using it more for the premise/setting? Also would it be an issue that our characters be from different clans in terms of interactions/grouping/working together?
I however never played VTM. Would this be an issue, or is this more only loosely based on the game and using it more for the premise/setting? Also would it be an issue that our characters be from different clans in terms of interactions/grouping/working together?
The stone connected, but Truffles managed to turn just in time, preventing the blunt projectile from splitting into the back of his skull; knocking out a few teeth, instead. This was only a temporary fallback, though, as the mysterious figure behind him took the opportunity to finish the job.
It was a pretty gruesome sight for Bobby, getting a full view as Truffles turned just enough to let Bobby see a bit of blood squirt out from his neck. But even worse were his eyes: blood red, crazed, and looking at Bobby with malicious intent. He attempted an angry slur of final words, but it just resulted in a pitiful gurgling as the other fellow lent him down to the ground.
The man, at this point having his clothes covered with splatterings of blood, would have looked just as menacing if it weren't for a less crazed face; only marginally so, but that was all you could really ask for in this new world. At the least, it was enough for Bobby to get the hint he wasn't going to attack him (for the time being) giving an approving nod before scavenging the bodies.
Bobby gave an uncomfortable nod back, not really sure what else to do, still a little phased from Truffle's death and the bodies littered around him. He was still weighing out his options. Should he just take what he can and run off before this guy gets any ulterior ideas for him, just like all the others? Or could Bobby have some use for him? In any case, he knew sticking around here wasn't an option.
"You're going to want to finish up with that. That was a... uh. Loud entrance."
It was a pretty gruesome sight for Bobby, getting a full view as Truffles turned just enough to let Bobby see a bit of blood squirt out from his neck. But even worse were his eyes: blood red, crazed, and looking at Bobby with malicious intent. He attempted an angry slur of final words, but it just resulted in a pitiful gurgling as the other fellow lent him down to the ground.
The man, at this point having his clothes covered with splatterings of blood, would have looked just as menacing if it weren't for a less crazed face; only marginally so, but that was all you could really ask for in this new world. At the least, it was enough for Bobby to get the hint he wasn't going to attack him (for the time being) giving an approving nod before scavenging the bodies.
Bobby gave an uncomfortable nod back, not really sure what else to do, still a little phased from Truffle's death and the bodies littered around him. He was still weighing out his options. Should he just take what he can and run off before this guy gets any ulterior ideas for him, just like all the others? Or could Bobby have some use for him? In any case, he knew sticking around here wasn't an option.
"You're going to want to finish up with that. That was a... uh. Loud entrance."
"So, who are you?" Was all Bobby was able to make from the enveloping skirmish, hearing the few extra rounds of gunfire that encased the sewers shortly beforehand. Sure would be great to know before the rest of the Undead knew, was all Bobby couldn't help but think to himself. All the while, Bobby had a sharp, hefty pebble aimed squarely at the back of Truffle's head with his slingshot.
He fired. Even if he made contact, he still had an unknown loudmouth to resolve issues with...
He fired. Even if he made contact, he still had an unknown loudmouth to resolve issues with...
Even to his own surprise, Bobby managed to sprint all the way to the end of the right sewage tunnel, despite his now complete drain of energy. And yet, his pursuers seemed to have an endless intensity when it came to hunting the living, if not evident by their manic screams. Being prepared for such an occasion, Bobby pushed himself snugly into a tight corner of missing bricks. He blended in quite nicely with the walls, a large part in thanks to his since darkened-with-waste rags with which he has called his "outfit."
Truffles and the rest of his group, four of them total, found themselves at the dead end as well; but still unknowing of Bobby's little cove in the walls. Much to Bobby's worry, one of the members responded with screaming and flailing about maniacally, as if the false promise of a fresh kill would bring him to insanity (as if the whole lot of them weren't crazed enough). Truffles ends this quickly with an efficient SLAP! against his henchmen's face, using the back of his own palm.
"Quiet down, you little shit! Better pray we find this kid, else we'll be cooking you for the buffet." The manic henchmen whimpered like a dog, knowing his place full well. Shortly after, the sound of gunfire echoed down the tunnel, bringing them to full attention. A man's voice could be heard faintly, echoing down: "Fuck me sideways, sideways, sideways..."
The four of them stood silently for a moment, before Truffles laughs and shimmies about giddily. "Shit boys, looks like we got ourselves some dessert as well!" He runs back down the tunnel, heading towards the screams of his allies, with his entourage hollering closely behind. Bobby lets out a long exhale of relief as they scurry off. He takes himself out of his hiding hole, and slowly, follows his pursuers path, eager for an opportunity to make an exit back from whence he came without them gaining even the slightest hint.
Truffles and the rest of his group, four of them total, found themselves at the dead end as well; but still unknowing of Bobby's little cove in the walls. Much to Bobby's worry, one of the members responded with screaming and flailing about maniacally, as if the false promise of a fresh kill would bring him to insanity (as if the whole lot of them weren't crazed enough). Truffles ends this quickly with an efficient SLAP! against his henchmen's face, using the back of his own palm.
"Quiet down, you little shit! Better pray we find this kid, else we'll be cooking you for the buffet." The manic henchmen whimpered like a dog, knowing his place full well. Shortly after, the sound of gunfire echoed down the tunnel, bringing them to full attention. A man's voice could be heard faintly, echoing down: "Fuck me sideways, sideways, sideways..."
The four of them stood silently for a moment, before Truffles laughs and shimmies about giddily. "Shit boys, looks like we got ourselves some dessert as well!" He runs back down the tunnel, heading towards the screams of his allies, with his entourage hollering closely behind. Bobby lets out a long exhale of relief as they scurry off. He takes himself out of his hiding hole, and slowly, follows his pursuers path, eager for an opportunity to make an exit back from whence he came without them gaining even the slightest hint.
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Sounds good. Made things a bit interesting for you. Obviously, it might make sense to come in from your choice of the "left" or "straight ahead" options.
Sounds good. Made things a bit interesting for you. Obviously, it might make sense to come in from your choice of the "left" or "straight ahead" options.
"Looks like we've caught ourselves some fresh meat, boys!"
Bobby could hear the leading marauder (whom he gathered was referred to as "Truffles") call to his men, followed by their insane cackling. At least five of them in total, Bobby thought to himself. But he certainly didn't stop to think it out clearly. For all he knew, there could have been far more than half a dozen; all the more reason to keep sprinting.
First his "home", and now it seems the vast majority of the sewers; his only haven for survival. Much to his dismay, it was dawning on Bobby that he would soon have to find his way out into The Light. It has been a little less than a month since he has even seen the sun, and he was more than aware that his lack of knowledge of The Overground would very likely lead to his own death. He was growing so, very tired. Of everything. Why am I even running?, the thought crossed the boy's mind. Would I rather be skinned alive, or eaten alive?
Nonetheless, his instincts kicked in. He was brought to a familiar crossroad, with three adjunct sewer tunnels: left, right, and straight ahead. He knew they all lead to dead-ends; and their cackling was growing closer. Bobby chose the right, but not before shooting off a few bang snaps down the left corridor. Bobby was out of view just before Truffles and his gang rounded the corner, and found themselves rushing to the left tunnel; before Truffles halted them. He sniffed out his surroundings for a moment, and gave a sinister, hungry grin. "Barbs, bring three of you left. The rest of you, come with me," as he guided the rest of the entourage down Bobby's path...
Bobby could hear the leading marauder (whom he gathered was referred to as "Truffles") call to his men, followed by their insane cackling. At least five of them in total, Bobby thought to himself. But he certainly didn't stop to think it out clearly. For all he knew, there could have been far more than half a dozen; all the more reason to keep sprinting.
First his "home", and now it seems the vast majority of the sewers; his only haven for survival. Much to his dismay, it was dawning on Bobby that he would soon have to find his way out into The Light. It has been a little less than a month since he has even seen the sun, and he was more than aware that his lack of knowledge of The Overground would very likely lead to his own death. He was growing so, very tired. Of everything. Why am I even running?, the thought crossed the boy's mind. Would I rather be skinned alive, or eaten alive?
Nonetheless, his instincts kicked in. He was brought to a familiar crossroad, with three adjunct sewer tunnels: left, right, and straight ahead. He knew they all lead to dead-ends; and their cackling was growing closer. Bobby chose the right, but not before shooting off a few bang snaps down the left corridor. Bobby was out of view just before Truffles and his gang rounded the corner, and found themselves rushing to the left tunnel; before Truffles halted them. He sniffed out his surroundings for a moment, and gave a sinister, hungry grin. "Barbs, bring three of you left. The rest of you, come with me," as he guided the rest of the entourage down Bobby's path...
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Good to hear in regards to plenty of objective-based quests as opposed to strictly combat. In that case how does telekinesis sound?
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pity
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the feeling of sorrow and compassion caused by the sufferings and misfortunes of others.
I'm aware of the definition of pity excellent, excited to finally start!
so it looks like we're all going solo for a while before the larger party forms? Are we planning on all convening relatively quickly, or keeping in smaller groups?
so it looks like we're all going solo for a while before the larger party forms? Are we planning on all convening relatively quickly, or keeping in smaller groups?
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