Tale Weaver's Vampire: The Masquerade Game Board

[ladyphoenix]

Clover kicks the horseshoe and you all swear you hear a horse whinny as if in pain. The horseshoe flies through the one small window in the attic and lands somewhere on the front lawn.

Soon after the house starts rumbling. Softly at first but getting more and more violent with each second and soon it feels as if the whole house is going to collapse around you!

0.0 Panic struck Ruby as she looked around, feeling the house giving way. Thats all they need, to get stuck in the darn house forever.. She placed a hand on Clover's shoulder, "We gotta get out of here.. the spiritual energy has left the house and its gonna collapse!" Ruby bolts out of the room, assuming everyone else follows. She visualizes, backtracking the entire way they went in the house.

Escape Artist
1d20+5 → [17,5] = (22)
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<a href="http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2212716/">1d20+5=22</a>

 

[izillama]

Ruby bolted out the door. Clover felt a grim smirk creep across her face as she lowered her head. This was perfect. Surely a vampire couldn't survive a house collapse? She mumbled, only remembering that Koln was there an instant afterwards, "Let me stay. I want to die."

 

[Strider_Koln]

Ruby bolted out the door. Clover felt a grim smirk creep across her face as she lowered her head. This was perfect. Surely a vampire couldn't survive a house collapse? She mumbled, only remembering that Koln was there an instant afterwards, "Let me stay. I want to die."

"That silly horseshoe got what was coming to it, nicely done Clover! That'll teach it to make fun of my hat! Now time for us to leave!" Koln gently takes Clover's hand and pulls... by how much he has to tug he knows a part of her wants to stay. He whispers, "Look, we'll talk later. You are struggling against your feral vampirism, making you think and do things that are not you, once it gets too much, let me know and I will make it all stop. However, right now I want you to see another night."

Koln bravely leading Clover to safety! We hope...
(Escape artist)
1d20-2 → [8,-2] = (6)
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[izillama]

The darkness instantly left Clover's face at Koln's words, as much as she tried to stay angry at the world. He just seemed to have that effect on her.
It did not stop her from feeling ashamed, though.
She let him pull her to safety.

(Guess I'm the only one without an escape artist ability. Can I piggyback on Koln's roll (however bad it was, lol)?)

 

[Tale_Weaver]

The Emerson Estate

The darkness instantly left Clover's face at Koln's words, as much as she tried to stay angry at the world. He just seemed to have that effect on her.
It did not stop her from feeling ashamed, though.
She let him pull her to safety.

(Guess I'm the only one without an escape artist ability. Can I piggyback on Koln's roll (however bad it was, lol)?)

You can always "Aid Another" however, with this situation it doesn't matter.

In the end everyone escapes from the house, although Ruby deftly dashes through hallways and around randomly shutting doors and falling debri to get to the front door; Koln smashes through a second story window landing right on the front lawn. From the outside the house doesn't seem damaged at all and the rumbling has stopped.

Clover
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You find that you have landed right on top of the horseshoe. It has stopped glowing now. You hear a woman's voice say "Thank you...find....my son...."
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[Strider_Koln]

Upon landing on the lawn he peeks into his pocket, checking on Socrates. He then nudges the horseshoe with the tip of his boot. "I'm confused... although I know that is nothing new... Did we just win? .... Take that HOUSE! YEAH! Er, what time is it?"

 

[izillama]

Clover reached down and picked up the horseshoe carefully. The voice she had just heard haunted her, but she managed to remain visibly unshaken.
Out of habit, she pulled out her cell phone and glanced at the display for the time...

 

[ladyphoenix]

Bursting through the front door, Ruby looks around wildly to find out if there is any more danger. 'Good no flying debris outside.' She looked back at the house, puzzled that it looked undisturbed. She felt a mix of relief, adrenaline and thrill from the whole thing despite her "death" experience earlier. Mentally she couldn't fathom the reasons why she felt this way.
"Oh no! Where is everyone?" she thought aloud. She worried she was too fast for Clover and Koln. to keep up and they are still trapped inside.
She frantically scampers around the house to see if there was a way back inside or to see if they made it out safely too...

 

[Tale_Weaver]

The Emerson Estate

Clover reached down and picked up the horseshoe carefully. The voice she had just heard haunted her, but she managed to remain visibly unshaken.
Out of habit, she pulled out her cell phone and glanced at the display for the time...

The horseshoe is no longer glowing or shaking now that it is outside the house.

Clover looks at her phone, it is 4:30 AM which is getting rather late (or early!) for young vampires to be out and about. Clover knows that if they leave the house now they should be able to catch the first bus on Sunday.

Koln and Clover see Ruby running towards them.

 

[izillama]

Yeah, sure, why not. I'll spearhead this, if no one minds...

The dungeon-like atmosphere of Clover's artificially darkened dorm room greeted them like a warm fire and a mug of hot cocoa after a long day of trekking in the snow.
Except that it was the cusp of morning and they were more weather-worn from the previous night than anything else.
Clover smiled at her bed like an old friend, happy that it was Sunday and that they could rest in peace until the next night of their vampiric afterlives.
And what would that bring? There would be trials, yes. And puzzles to solve. And the seeming never-ending fight for sheer survival. But right now, faced with the impending morning and safely away from the Emerson estate, Clover began to feel herself relax into a hazy stupor as sleep overtook her. Even as she sauntered over to her bed, not even bothering to remove her clothes. Her comfy white sheets, though they would provide her no warmth, just looked too tantalizingly inviting. And she was ready to submit to their will.
Passing by a mirror, she couldn't help glancing at her reflection. Her normally jewel-like eyes were dark, the tired color of a purple and black bruise.
Her bed was snuggly soft when she hit the sheets and immediately began her daytime slumber...