Fetzen

The Black of Night - Urban Shadows

@Penny I've updated the sheet with the information requested, except for the debts as I'm still in the process of meshing.

@POOHEAD189 Would you like me to just think of some kind of debt or shall we brainstorm together ?

The Black of Night - Urban Shadows

So anyone wanna have some business, a.k.a. debts, with a little demon ?

Ignore this

Currently feeling kinda ill, but in general and on average I'd say I'm rather fine.

Winds of Fate - A Thieves' Adventure (Semi-Tabletop)

Skarsat

Skarsat stayed in the room for a little longer and in spite of the fact that his eating speed was on the fast side of things already. There simply was no excuse for leaving any of the food provided behind unconsumed and that was not simply because he was used to food being sparse in the Tork homeland, but because it actually tasted so good. The same could not be said for the wine though, so he really had to resist the temptation to dump it onto the floor, thereby saving any potential successors from having to drink it.

Later on, he found himself in his assigned quaters. A small stool had been positioned at one end of his bed and a pillow put down on top of it. A quite makeshift extension to accomodate his size, but it was sufficient and not uncomfortable. To his surprise, Nora had neither ordered him to stay awake for the night nor given any instructions about waking the others in the morning. That was a bit of a dilemma situation: On one hand he was happy about the extra time he could spend sleeping, on the other hand he'd really have liked to roar a certain subset of people out of their beds early in the morning.

As he had laid down with the window open in order to allow some of the fresh rain air to come in, Skarsat thought about what additional supplies he might need. The most important item: More arrows. Very large arrows. And maybe some cheap pieces of cloth that could serve as a makeshift bandage. Expecting not to be injured on this kind of endeavour was foolish at best, lethal at worst. Some rope would be good, too. Maybe the others thought that he'd rather tear the wall down instead of scaling it, but in fact even he was able to move vertically.

Slowly, Skarsat fell into an uneasy sleep. He felt a little more worried about the people than the actual task, but there still was plenty of opportunity left for anyone to prove him wrong.

The Black of Night - Urban Shadows

So I'd like to apologize for having taken so long. It was a tough choice between Spectre and Tainted... and guess what I took!

Debts are still a to be done. Just hit me up if anybody wants to connect his or her character to mine this way :)

Kyo

Kyo

Name: Kyo
Age: 33
Look: male, black, dirty clothing
Demeanor: Detached

Stats

• Blood: 2
• Heart: 1
• Mind: -1
• Spirit: 0

Factions

• Mortality: 1
• Night: -1
• Power: 1
• Wild: 1

Faction: Wild

Those wild are fancy people, everybody knows that. However I am sure that only a miniscule number of them could ever have imagined that one of their own would be so crazy to make a dirty deal with not just any mortal, but some sort of veteran hunter. From what I've heard there's no real confirmation on this, but what's for sure is that an increasingly disturbing number of individuals got the last and also unexpected visit of their respective life. People whom everyone I know had considered to be 'safe' until the very moment. So... who's the traitor ? Is there even a traitor in the first place ? I'm afraid a manhunt might be just about to start. As there wouldn't already be enough of those...

Who are you ?
I guess you know my name already, so let me feed your mind with the additional facts right away: Consider myself to be your average boring person who picks up everyone's trash while also inhaling everyone's exhaust. Yes, I know, garbage disposal in this city is not the most lucrative job, but it keeps me above the waterline. If I could, I'd quit it and go for something better right away, but I'm also a damn newcomer and am still struggling to build up my connections.

How long have you been in the city
For barely half a year, I guess.

Who would you die for ?
I do have a little brother, you know ? He's actually older than me, but neither of us two cares. We've been in sync with each other for as long as I can remember. He doesn't live here, though.

What is your daily release ?
I am trying to work out, if not for the good looks than at least for my personal safety. And while I have anything but a faible for guns I do like playing shooters and other video games a lot.

What do you desperately need ?
Ummm... how about being taken seriously, finally ? I have the feeling that my boss sends me into those areas where none of his 'more experienced' employees wants to go because of all the shit going on and people indeed behave like shit. Sometimes I think the city would be a cleaner place if I'd haul them into the truck instead of the garbage.

Gear

• Kinda run-down apartment
• a motorcycle
• smart phone
• A sword. Like said... I don't have a faible for guns.

Tainted moves

• The Devil Inside
• Invocation

Demon form

• Head: horns, spikes
• Hands: claws, flames
• Wings: leather
• Skin: chitinous
• Eyes: glowing, burning, smoky

About my demon boss:
He claims his name is unspeakable for humans, but he told me just to call him 'Vekyzz'. I truly don't believe he's up all too high in the infernal hierarchy, but frankly I consider it a little too dangerous to just ask him about that. Still: He apparently is powerful and we can consider ourselves lucky that he either can't or doesn't like to enter this world himself. Could also be that 'destruction' and 'mass murder' just aren't on the list of things he enjoys very much -- at least that's not the kind of task he has ever given me so far.

Instead I'm to chauffeur mysterious boxes from place A to place B, sometimes with people or just the cops behind me. Sometimes tiny, sometimes so big I need to drive a damn truck through those sometimes narrow streets. I can't imagine those are the usual weapons, drugs and shit all the time. Good thing I'm working for garbage disposal. A stinky dump truck is not something your average officer is looking forward to search through, is it ?

Recently though I've been given some other jobs, too: Doorman for some kind of party, patrol guard so no drunkards and rioters can vandalize some building sites... That kind of stuff.

Please tell me if anything's wrong!

The Black of Night - Urban Shadows

@Fetzen Let me know if you need me to walk you through character creation

@Penny

That would be highly appreciated :)

The Prince's Royal Guard

The festival ? Oh really ? Manald still felt the groggyness sit deeply inside him, but even in that state the kind of mismatch between the man's statement and the man's overall behavior and clothing was anything but difficult to detect. Since the lycanthrope's eyes narrowed in onto the individual in his grab, he paid little attention to the other one whom he simply assumed to be exactly the same case. He missed the crossbow, but not something else...

"A little low on stamina, are we ? I wouldn't recommend going to a festival if you've already broken in sweat!" he hissed more than he said, his canine and not so human looking teeth clearly visible to the other man whose eyes widened in horror. It was obvious to the assassin that he would not get out of here entirely the way he wanted to say the least, so why not take a shortcut to the inevitable ? This hairy individual might have a vice grip from hell, but so much mass would be no match to the speed of a dagger!

In one rapid move, the assassin moved his blade out of his cloak and struck for the spot he had already looked out for well in advance. As his fingers started touching Manald's long hair while pushing the blade into the lycanthrope's flesh all the way to the handle, he could feel the vice grip go beyond what his wrist could safely handle. At the first moment the surge of pain only helped to boost Manald's rage and he broke the bone. He gave the assassin's legs a violent kick in order to send the man to the ground below his feet.

This really was not the kind of revitalizing night Manald had hoped for! And yet his current headache had potential to become the least of his problems as he was not even aware of the blade being poisoned yet. Now that said tool had been in so close proximity he could pick the strange scent of some weird ingredient, too, but that could just be a very thin layer of oil on top of the steel as well. He did manage to suppress his desire for a quick kill though: that man on the ground could be useful for some questioning. Their encounter here on the open streets had not been a planned one after all and hardly anyone without some kind of malicious intention would risk an open attack this way.

Manald's next kick however did annihilate the potential for any torturer to play with the assassin's center of fertility though. It was rammed deep into the groin and recovery was anything but granted -- something Manald honestly did not think about at that point. Slowly, the injury sustained turned from an envigorating factor into a hampering one. Manald needed to make sure the man on the ground was thoroughly disabled and ready to be taken care of by someone else before he'd stop being able to do so. He directed his attention towards the assassin's other arm and stomped onto the man's hand so he'd finally let go of his weapon, even if that would mean breaking a bunch of fingers in the process.

At that point he could hear a noise approaching a little too fast for comfort and it made him turn his head. It was Merik and it seemed he was going reptile on the assassin's colleague. Good thing, simply because for a very brief moment Manald could spot a crossbow now that the assassin's clothing was in turmoil due to its owner being under attack. Even a lycanthrope could not handle two people who were yards away from each other with bare hands simultaneously...

The real question still remained though: How would the poison affect him ? Would it do anything at all do his differnt metabolism, would it make no difference or would it cause an even worse reaction ? Or would the amount transferred simply be insufficient to really hurt someone of his much more massive size ?

The Black of Night - Urban Shadows

So be it then :)

Is there any archetype not taken already ? :)

The Black of Night - Urban Shadows

How big are the chances of someone who has next to zero idea about the rules (yet) to be able to participate in this ? :)

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The Beggars Glaive

Jared Morvayn

If one thought of secret organizations, the world of official agents and those acting against those officials while trying to hide from them at the same time, one probably thought of clandestine meetings in the very humblest, most inconspicuous corners of the city. Shadows flickering across empty streets in pale moonlight, tiny candles being the only thing to illuminate the dark paths of those who did seek to remain unnoticed. People that would wander along on their toes while wearing dark cloaks and hiding their faces deep inside large capes. Secret rooms and weird, artificial languages to obfuscate one's true intentions just in case...

Yet the truth was that this was a very one-sided imagination. It was purely focused on the aspect of protecting against the terrible noises caused by a lousy bard who couldn't handle his instrument. How much better would it be however if one could simply get rid of the lousy bard ? The equivalent of this in said world of agents kinda was not to trigger any attention in the first place. Goldroot had informers and hidden channels that could tell them about changes in the guard's schedules, provide them with some advance warning in case a larger raid was planned or even commit to minor acts of sabotage. Yet all of this was dangerous and not available in every region and at every point of time, so the much simpler way to prevent attention was just to make things boring. Very boring.

Even so boring that Jared was quite a little surprised. What had been so wrong about expecting something more exciting than a simple man in shabby clothes sitting opposed to him at the same table of a very average-ish tavern called 'The Round Corner'?

"You look a little confused, my man." also was the first rection of Mr. Shabby-Clothes towards Jared, just after they had gone through inspecting each other's outer appearance. It threw Jared into immediate insecurity about what to answer, simply because he didn't know what was he allowed to tell. Could he even dare to openly mention the word 'Goldroot' ? Not opening his mouth, he stared back and forth between the man and the empty table separating them.

"I like not to eat during serious business, it just... distracts my mind." Shabby-Clothes continued, only confusing Jared further. "Two acres of goldroot are waiting to be harvested and I've got some other potential customers waiting in line, so are we up to a deal or not ?" Luckily this time of the year was the right one to make such statements. Hopefully this Jared would get it...

"Erm... yes. I think so. What is your price ?"

Shabby-Clothes' face immediately turned into a more friendly one. If one paid close attention one could see his eyes scan the room behind Jared's hulking shape in one swift move before his hand started digging into the depths of his rags. He shoved a pretty fresh and nice looking roll of parchment towards Jared, smiling. Even without unfolding it one could already see an overly large and nice signature on what appeared to be the top page of a document spanning several pages. Still a bit hesitantly, Jared undid the rope holding the pieces together.

"On the second page you'll find the price listing, scope of delivery and so on... We can still discuss about the price, of course, that's why some parts of the text have been left empty so we can fill them in later. Your final signature goes on page 4." Was there a hint of a grin on Shabby-Clothes' face ?

As Jared unfolded the document, he could indeed see a large amount of written words on pages two and three to be followed by a blank page number four. Knowing that this whole thing could not really be about a real contract about some large amount of Goldroots, he didn't really care much about the numbers. He read it out of interest, hoping to find some clues about what this really was intended to be about. Some minutes passed with Shabby-Clothes watching patiently, then Jared pretended to have come to a conclusion:

"That, erm... sounds all nice. I do have to talk to some people though before signing this. Can I take this with me ?" he asked.

"Of course you can! And please make to point out the watermark to your bosses. I want to make sure that your people know I'm an honorable and serious business partner."

Jared arched an eyebrow, then lifted the parchment to hold it against the light of a candle which happened to stand on the table they sat on. There indeed were some weak lines behind those made out of ink. It was impossible to see them when one didn't knew they were there or just was lucky enough to look at the right places in the right lighting conditions. Yet it was obvious they did not represent some kind of a well-known merchant's seal like the decorated insignia on the first page, but something else...

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A few hours later, Jared found himself knocking against the same piece of metal as Cherry. He was a few hours behind her though.