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Dark Streets - Urban Shadows

NPCS

Trinity - Forensic Roommate

Faction: Mortality

One of Kendra's roommates, the two of them having been friends since their college days.

Kendra uses their abilities to assist Trinity in her forensic work.

Zeke - The Missing fae (?)

Faction: Mortality

Kim's childhood friend. His mother is a beautiful fae.

Quincy - The Reluctant Vampire

Trying to become human

Lucas Ryder - The Werewolf of Walmart

Lucas runs a blood service for Vampires as well as his own wolf pack

Mortimer Croft - The Ghost of Wizards Past

Mortimer is the ghost of a wizard who died in the Blitz. He is currently trying to assemble a cult of followers in order to resurrect himself and stalk the earth once more.

Harold Robinson - Dead Wizard

Dead Wizard - His artifacts and grimoires are up for grabs.

Nora Barton - Dead Oracle

Nora died under mysterious circumstances. Rumor has it that she recorded her visions in a journal which is currently missing.

Mathias Colby - Hellbound Lawyer

You recognise this as Mathias Colby a lawyer who has recently sold his soul to become a partner in Ellsworth, Colby and Dark.

Dark is rumored to have out smarted the devil to get his soul back

Harald Osberg

Young doctor with knowledge of the supernatural

Nephren-Ka

The mummy of an ancient egyptian priestess who psycically dominates the natural history museum.

Dashel - Minion of Nephren-ka

Urban Shadows - Tales from Corvus Bay

Thread is up :

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Dark Streets - Urban Shadows

Corvus Bay

+ City of Crows
+ Multicultural
+ Bounty of Neptune
+ Nature's Sanctuary
+ The Resting Dead
+ Place of the Arts

Corvus bay is on the eastern coast of the United States. It was named by early explorers for the flocks of crows which could be seen rising from the shoreline as they approached. Native American lore also mentions a place of crows, though the associations are vague and contradictory. While an old city, Corvus Bay remains vital due to a thriving port.

Dramatis Persona

City Moves

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Appeal to Old King Crow
Make an offering to the crows. It must be shiny and or delicious. The offering must take place somewhere high and be marked with blood or tears. Roll with your lowest faction.

On a miss, the crows are offended and the city will take vengance in a sudden and savage fashion.

On a 6-9 the crows look favorabley upon you though they demand a price, pick two:

▢ Learn something of value from the crows.
▢ Find something lost and powerful.
▢ The price the crows demand seems paltry and arbitrary.

On a 10-12:

Add the following option to the list

▢ Gain the lasting favor of the crows. They will perform small tasks at your command for the remainder of the session. After the first task each request incurs a debt to Old King Crow.
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Dark Streets - Urban Shadows

Dark Streets

The city is all around you, a hungry, embracing darkness, it is an insatiable machine that draws in lives and grinds them to ruin. We dress it up with parks, with developments, with fucking shopping malls, but that doesn't change what it is. Beneath the glitz and glamor, behind the broad defensive walls of the suburbs, beneath the feeble glare of streetlights, the city is a relentless monstrous beast, gorging itself on a cornucopia of flesh and corruption. And that is just the humans.

Beneath the streets dark forces are at play. Coven's of vampires move through the night, stalking their next victims. Strange fae courts dance to music no mortal can hear, granting gifts to humans that twist in their hands to destroy their very souls. Dark things from the infernal realm ride behind the eyes of inconspicuous business men and leering insane wizards plunge daggers into the hearts of their sacrificial victims. Worse yet these forces move against each other, grinding mortal and magical alike between their titanic metaphysical mass.

A storm is coming.

If you want to survive the storm, you had best get busy...

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Welcome to my very ill advised attempt to run an Urban Shadows game.

I'm planning to accept no more than 4 players.

Rules PDF

i.4pcdn.org/tg/1445670817768.pdf

Urban Shadows - Tales from Corvus Bay

@Nivi I am still accepting :)

Urban Shadows - Tales from Corvus Bay

To play my Oracle Kendra again, or to make a new character; that is the question.

@XxFellsingxX

Either choice will be welcome!

Urban Shadows - Heebie Jeebies

*poach*

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Fortune & Glory: Grimdark Pulp RP

Jocasta dearly wished she hadn't drunk so much the previous night. The wine, which had been so fruity and delicious the night before, was a poor travelling companion as they set off on the East Road through the chill of a rainy morning. The Dwarves were in somewhat better spirits, being both more resilient to the effects of drinking and completely elated at the notion of marching off to adventure despite the rain. They were a strange people, by turns taciturn and exuberant with little apparent logic for the changes. Certainly they had seemed impressed that Beren had been able to secure the writs they needed so quickly, and despite their outward show of fatalism about the whole quest, Jocasta could tell they were excited.

Much of what had transpired the previous evening still troubled her. What had been Giroux's game? Why had the demon had her engineer Beren's encounter with her? Did it intend for events to transpire this way? and if so to what end? The line of enquiry curled back in on itself, accomplishing nothing other than to worsen her dull headache. Jocasta wore a traveling cloak and a wide brimmed sun hat that kept the worst of the rain off her. She whispered a simple spell that repelled the water, making her shimmer slightly in the gray morning light. As she worked the magic she felt a slight reverberation in the dragonfly ear rings that Beren had given her. She frowned slightly but she felt too miserable to investigate at the moment.

"Here eat this," Beren said, pulling his horse beside her and passing her a warm flat bread. Jocasta prodded at it unenthusiastically. It was heavy and dense.

"Dwarven trail bread," he explained, "flour, powdered mushroom and bacon fat with salt and herbs. Then its pressed dry and baked." If Beren had been a bread salesmen the pitch would have seen him starving before too long but Jocasta had to admit that it smelled good. She bit off a corner of it and found to be surprisingly tasty.

"Aye it's good for hangovers too," one of the dwarves snickered. Jocasta munched on the bread, feeling the improvement of having something on her stomach.

"How far is this Moreloke Estate?" she asked, having forgotten the minutiae of the discussion late last night.

"Three days if we push," Beren supplied. He paused and looked around. They were only a mile out of the city but the forest was already crowding the road. They had an unwholesome element to them, many of them crusted with moss and lichen above the snow line.

Damned to the Depths

The crowd recoiled from Markus' blade like a sucking tide. Several glasses dropped and shattered and at least one woman fainted dead away. Calliope wove her fingers in a complicated pattern in front of her face and the iron window awning began to twist and groan, growing over the windows and sprouting thorns of bright sharp iron that barred any escape. One man ran at the closing aperture and tried to dive through. One of the metal vines snapped down and wrapped around his leg. The man screamed as several other vines joined it, ripping and tearing the victim in a shower of blood and gristle. The wet ruin dropped outside the window and the vines resumed their places, gleaming with bright blood. Several people vomited but the net affect was a contraction towards the center of the room, the aristocrats piling up in a terrified knot at the center of the ball room, each trying to stay as far away from the windows and their deadly guardians as they could.

"Was that really necessary?" Markus asked in a low whisper. Calliope shrugged her shoulders.

"I'm not a damned gardener," she replied a touch pevishly, the spell having put considerable strain on her, even more so now the vines had tasted blood. They rattled and hissed against the windows but she kept them in place with force of will.

"You'll never get away with this!" a puddy man in puce livery blustered.

"You might be right, if the Governer decided to set fire to the building he could kill the lot of us in one go," Calliope admitted. She cocked her head as though considering.

"Of course, that would mean cooking the lot of you like so many roast chickens too."

Urban Shadows - Tales from Corvus Bay

Dark Streets

The city is all around you, a hungry, embracing darkness, it is an insatiable machine that draws in lives and grinds them to ruin. We dress it up with parks, with developments, with fucking shopping malls, but that doesn't change what it is. Beneath the glitz and glamor, behind the broad defensive walls of the suburbs, beneath the feeble glare of streetlights, the city is a relentless monstrous beast, gorging itself on a cornucopia of flesh and corruption. And that is just the humans.

Beneath the streets dark forces are at play. Coven's of vampires move through the night, stalking their next victims. Strange fae courts dance to music no mortal can hear, granting gifts to humans that twist in their hands to destroy their very souls. Dark things from the infernal realm ride behind the eyes of inconspicuous business men and leering insane wizards plunge daggers into the hearts of their sacrificial victims. Worse yet these forces move against each other, grinding mortal and magical alike between their titanic metaphysical mass.

A storm is coming.

If you want to survive the storm, you had best get busy...

______________________________________________________________

Welcome to my very ill advised attempt to run an Urban Shadows game.

I'm planning to accept no more than 4 players.

Rules PDF

i.4pcdn.org/tg/1445670817768.pdf