Tale Weaver's Vampire: The Masquerade Game Board

[Tale_Weaver]

Ruby timidly but quickly pulled her hand back after the "phantom" kissed it, trying to hid the slight flush of her Porcelain skin. "And..whom my you be sir, and what do you mean by your playground?" She paced back and forth and stopped abrupty, "On top of that, what are you implying by me being wild?" she asked suspiciously. She is bound to find out if this mysterious man knew what she had become...

My apologies, I am a kindred much like yourself. It's not often that I see new ones in this place often, always the same boring faces night after night. I frequent this bar and you will find that the kine here can be more than....friendly. You look out of place here, I suppose that is typical of your clan the Gangrel aren't known for their sophistication. What brings you to Denver?

 

[izillama]

Having been caught completely by surprise (and having feared the worst initially), Clover let out a high-pitched squeak as soon as the rat manifested itself. It wasn't that she was afraid of rats, but she had been so worried that something much worse had been about to pop out at her.
At her scream, the rat jumped and fled, and Clover felt herself calm down ever so slightly (though her heart still felt as though it had taken a swan-dive down into her feet).
In front of her, the young man relaxed a bit, too, and Clover realized that one of his hands seemed to be holding something while the other seemed to be reaching into his pocket for something.
'What the hell is he holding? Some sort of weapon? Who is this guy!?'
Suddenly, her eyes flew wide, fearing that she might have bitten off more than she could chew and put herself in some real danger. 'Was he waiting for someone? Was he expecting someone to be here?'
Shaking in fear, Clover found herself backing up and pressing herself flat against the brick wall behind her, "Who are you? What's going on!?"...

 

[ladyphoenix]

My apologies, I am a kindred much like yourself. It's not often that I see new ones in this place often, always the same boring faces night after night. I frequent this bar and you will find that the kine here can be more than....friendly. You look out of place here, I suppose that is typical of your clan the Gangrel aren't known for their sophistication. What brings you to Denver?

Deep down Ruby was excited to finally meet someone who knows more about herself than she knows, but she still had reservation. Afterall, she is looking for the one who had created her and she is still knows there are different people to trust in this new world.
"Gangrel? Is that the type of creature I am?" She pondered this for a second "I suppose clan means there are different variations of what we are. I don't know if I can accept what I am until I can understand it first..this new type of hunger, acute senses, and fueled emotions..." She said as she stared at her pale skin. She touched her face with a hint of disgust. "I'm trying to find the one who has transformed me, I've heard he lives in this part of Denve. His name is Prestor.." Being known for her curiosity Ruby stared into the phantom's face trying to find more behind the mystery of him and herself...

 

[Tale_Weaver]

The 24th Diocese

Having been caught completely by surprise (and having feared the worst initially), Clover let out a high-pitched squeak as soon as the rat manifested itself. It wasn't that she was afraid of rats, but she had been so worried that something much worse had been about to pop out at her.
At her scream, the rat jumped and fled, and Clover felt herself calm down ever so slightly (though her heart still felt as though it had taken a swan-dive down into her feet).
In front of her, the young man relaxed a bit, too, and Clover realized that one of his hands seemed to be holding something while the other seemed to be reaching into his pocket for something.
'What the hell is he holding? Some sort of weapon? Who is this guy!?'
Suddenly, her eyes flew wide, fearing that she might have bitten off more than she could chew and put herself in some real danger. 'Was he waiting for someone? Was he expecting someone to be here?'
Shaking in fear, Clover found herself backing up and pressing herself flat against the brick wall behind her, "Who are you? What's going on!?"...

You back up with your hands behind you and expect to feel a brick wall but instead you feel something soft, like a person's clothes. You hear a noise behind you. The slap is as unexpected as it is powerful. You swing around to see a bearded man looking down at you. The stranger catches your eye with a piercing gaze. "Sleep now" he says. Dazed and confused, you comply ans slip into the dark.

 

[izillama]

X.X

*Clover has been knocked out for the next few turns. Please feel free to leave a message, and she'll get back to you as soon as possible*

 

[Strider_Koln]

Koln lets out a breath of relief upon seeing the rodent, and lets out a small chuckle at the rat's and girl's equal amount of shock at seeing eachother. He puts his hands back down at his side, looking over his shoulder at the scared girl, not noticing the figure behind her. "Aw, don't mind me, I'm just a goodly priest that is always more than happy to help out a fellow Catholic." He turns, smiling, but his expression soon changes as the girl drops down to the floor. As a reflex he produces from his coat a small vial of holy water, which he had blessed himself. He opens and tosses it at the figure, watching his reaction. If nothing else, it will make the man shocked and off balance, perhaps making him back off from the weirdo in the Puritan drag.
Meanwhile his hand remains under his coat, on the trigger of his pistol in his pocket, pointed right at the man's face.

"Par la Grâce de Dieu, Je ne permettrai pas l'innocent être fait du mal!" He mutters loudly, in an almost chilvaric tone, forgetting his mission in an instant of rage and freedom from senses... An overshadow of things to come.

 

[Tale_Weaver]

Koln lets out a breath of relief upon seeing the rodent, and lets out a small chuckle at the rat's and girl's equal amount of shock at seeing eachother. He puts his hands back down at his side, looking over his shoulder at the scared girl, not noticing the figure behind her. "Aw, don't mind me, I'm just a goodly priest that is always more than happy to help out a fellow Catholic." He turns, smiling, but his expression soon changes as the girl drops down to the floor. As a reflex he produces from his coat a small vial of holy water, which he had blessed himself. He opens and tosses it at the figure, watching his reaction. If nothing else, it will make the man shocked and off balance, perhaps making him back off from the weirdo in the Puritan drag.
Meanwhile his hand remains under his coat, on the trigger of his pistol in his pocket, pointed right at the man's face.

"Par la Grâce de Dieu, Je ne permettrai pas l'innocent être fait du mal!" He mutters loudly, in an almost chilvaric tone, forgetting his mission in an instant of rage and freedom from senses... An overshadow of things to come.

Well golllly, it looks like we have a fight on our hands people! To start the beatings we will have to roll initiative. This is done on a d20 with your initiative bonus added to it. Please refer to the post on rolling the dice on the OOC Board to learn how to use invisible castle to roll and post dice.

 

[Strider_Koln]

Well golllly, it looks like we have a fight on our hands people! To start the beatings we will have to roll initiative. This is done on a d20 with your initiative bonus added to it. Please refer to the post on rolling the dice on the OOC Board to learn how to use invisible castle to roll and post dice.

Roll Lookup

((1d20 -> 18+ 2 (Initiative Mod) = 20 ))

 

[Tale_Weaver]

The 24th Diocese

Vampire Man's Initiative Roll:
1d20+2 → [17,2] = (19)

The water drips off of the man without seeming to do any real harm. The man laughs "I knew I shouldn't have dressed in my best tonight!"

Your move Bond!
My avatar is the man you are fighting btw.

 

[Strider_Koln]

Vampire Man's Initiative Roll:
1d20+2 → [17,2] = (19)

The water drips off of the man without seeming to do any real harm. The man laughs "I knew I shouldn't have dressed in my best tonight!"

Your move Bond!
My avatar is the man you are fighting btw.

Roll Lookup
1d20+2 (17,2) = 19

Koln stands for a moment, surprised... he was so certain that this man had to be one of them... in the past his holy water had been more affective than that of the holiest cardinals... perhaps his heart is not as pure as it once was... or maybe this man is not what he thought. Regardless, Koln cannot risk the well-being of this girl. Out of the corners of his eyes, Koln can tell that there's no one around, and he thanks God for giving him in the insight to always keep a silencer on his S&W. He fires at the man through the pocket in his coat, aiming for his head. The suppressed sound should go unheard by the busy patrons in the club.