Tale Weaver's Vampire: The Masquerade Game Board

[Strider_Koln]

Clover's face was stony as she stared into Koln's cool green eyes. Then, she heaved a great sigh and grabbed her fleur de lis, "Yes, I will confess and do penance as needed. But today is not that day."
She snapped her head back up to looking at him, "I warn you, though, that what we are about to do is illegal, unethical, and probably particulaly disgusting." She shut her eyes to compose herself. She wasn't too fond of the biology lab. Cadavers and bags of blood frightened her.
But then, she had never really meant to end up there in the first place.
Finally, she motioned to them to stay quiet, then she began to lead them up the stairs. Classes were still going on, but with Clover's key they were able to pass into the heart of the biology building in relative silence and with little hastle.
Upstairs, they finally stood outside of a door that said: 'RESTRICTED- CADAVER STORAGE AND BLOOD BANK'.
Clover shivered a little and swiped her card. The door opened with a swish and chemical air wafted out into the hallway, bombarding their senses.
Inside was a room of cold, stainless steel. Along one wall were a set of small square doors: cadaver shelves. Along the other wall was the blood bank: glass cases holding pint after pint of crimson blood, backlit with a special light to keep the bags sterile.
The room was cold and silent.
Like the dead.

With his hand on Clover's shoulder, they enter the Blood Bank. He nods, looking over the glasses and their red contents... He knows he should not be greedy, although he assumes they regularly stock up, he doesnt want to take their entire storage, just one or two for now should do...
His expression is shockingly stoic, although he is a priest and always hated killing, the sterile stench and sight of death does nothing to bother him. However he soon stops in his tracks... thinks he hears a voice from one of the cadaver shelves... an enemy is inside.... AN ENEMY!
"Sh.. stop.. stop, we're not safe girls... Leave it to me!" Koln says bravely, before bolting over to one of the shelves, opening it and looking inside
"AH HA I FOUND YOU SCOUNDREL! YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE SMART ENOUGH TO SNEAK UP ON ME HMM?! PLAYIN DEAD WON'T SAVE Y-er... *poke poke* oh... Heh, no worries girls, our foe is dead." He says happily before returning to the shelves of jars.

As if he were picking out a snack from a cupboard he takes a glass from the shelf. He opens the jar, lifting to his lips and drinks it as if it were a soda and, forgetting his manners, greedily licks out the bottom of the jar with his tongue while facing away from them. He turns, placing the empty jar on a table, rubbing his fanged smile with the back of his sleeve, "Ah... feel much better... " Feeling still slightly insane he turns to Clover, holding a fresh jar up in the air.
"Clover, now is the time to confess any and all sins.... if not we will start communion.
When the supper was ended he took the cup, held it to his disciples and said, "This is my blood which was shed for you, drink it and remember me." He grins to himself... the words do not hurt him, not this time, he feels nothing... he is numb, it feels so good...

 

[izillama]

(I can't really speak for Ruby, but...) Clover stared at Koln blankly. First the thinking the cadaver was alive thing, and now the thinking that he's Jesus thing?
"Um..."
She thought. No words came.
"Hm..."
Nope, still nothing.
When Clover was speechless, hell would freeze over.

 

[Tale_Weaver]

University Of Denver

With his hand on Clover's shoulder, they enter the Blood Bank. He nods, looking over the glasses and their red contents... He knows he should not be greedy, although he assumes they regularly stock up, he doesnt want to take their entire storage, just one or two for now should do...
His expression is shockingly stoic, although he is a priest and always hated killing, the sterile stench and sight of death does nothing to bother him. However he soon stops in his tracks... thinks he hears a voice from one of the cadaver shelves... an enemy is inside.... AN ENEMY!
"Sh.. stop.. stop, we're not safe girls... Leave it to me!" Koln says bravely, before bolting over to one of the shelves, opening it and looking inside
"AH HA I FOUND YOU SCOUNDREL! YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE SMART ENOUGH TO SNEAK UP ON ME HMM?! PLAYIN DEAD WON'T SAVE Y-er... *poke poke* oh... Heh, no worries girls, our foe is dead." He says happily before returning to the shelves of jars.

As if he were picking out a snack from a cupboard he takes a glass from the shelf. He opens the jar, lifting to his lips and drinks it as if it were a soda and, forgetting his manners, greedily licks out the bottom of the jar with his tongue while facing away from them. He turns, placing the empty jar on a table, rubbing his fanged smile with the back of his sleeve, "Ah... feel much better... " Feeling still slightly insane he turns to Clover, holding a fresh jar up in the air.
"Clover, now is the time to confess any and all sins.... if not we will start communion.
When the supper was ended he took the cup, held it to his disciples and said, "This is my blood which was shed for you, drink it and remember me." He grins to himself... the words do not hurt him, not this time, he feels nothing... he is numb, it feels so good...

Ok, A) The room description thing is my job. B) What's with the jars? If anything they would be in blood transfusion bags? Not that human blood in the Bio lab makes any sense anyway. But I guess we'll go with it.

There are very few vials of blood on the shelf (5 to be exact), a light shines over them illuminating them from above making them seem almost heavenly. When Koln drinks he feels refreshed but the taste is bland, like the boring gruel you used to be forced to eat in the diocese. It will have to do for now, this is all you've got. You are all reveling in your perverted blood games when you hear footsteps coming down the hallway.

You all gain 3 blood points from drinking from the vials if you choose to do so.

 

[ladyphoenix]

With his hand on Clover's shoulder, they enter the Blood Bank. He nods, looking over the glasses and their red contents... He knows he should not be greedy, although he assumes they regularly stock up, he doesnt want to take their entire storage, just one or two for now should do...
His expression is shockingly stoic, although he is a priest and always hated killing, the sterile stench and sight of death does nothing to bother him. However he soon stops in his tracks... thinks he hears a voice from one of the cadaver shelves... an enemy is inside.... AN ENEMY!
"Sh.. stop.. stop, we're not safe girls... Leave it to me!" Koln says bravely, before bolting over to one of the shelves, opening it and looking inside
"AH HA I FOUND YOU SCOUNDREL! YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE SMART ENOUGH TO SNEAK UP ON ME HMM?! PLAYIN DEAD WON'T SAVE Y-er... *poke poke* oh... Heh, no worries girls, our foe is dead." He says happily before returning to the shelves of jars.

As if he were picking out a snack from a cupboard he takes a glass from the shelf. He opens the jar, lifting to his lips and drinks it as if it were a soda and, forgetting his manners, greedily licks out the bottom of the jar with his tongue while facing away from them. He turns, placing the empty jar on a table, rubbing his fanged smile with the back of his sleeve, "Ah... feel much better... " Feeling still slightly insane he turns to Clover, holding a fresh jar up in the air.
"Clover, now is the time to confess any and all sins.... if not we will start communion.
When the supper was ended he took the cup, held it to his disciples and said, "This is my blood which was shed for you, drink it and remember me." He grins to himself... the words do not hurt him, not this time, he feels nothing... he is numb, it feels so good...

^.^; "ehh..amen?" It was really akward when Koln referenced to communion which she knew so well, replacing wine or grape juice with real blood. First he thought the bodies were actually moving and now the sermon out of nowhere. She frowned thinking about what he mentioned earlier about his bloodline and the fact that he would lose her mind. She then also grabbed a vial and slowly had her refueling of vitae. It was very cold and not as fresh, but it beats losing control on a live human any day/night. It felt wrong in many ways, but its what they had to do no matter what.
She then remembered her outburst from before. She scratched her head and tried to distract Koln from his communion focus at the moment. "Um look Koln, I'm sorry I got defensive about the whole lighter thing, it really wasn't a big deal and all... As for the wierd noises I make, I think I'm going to become more of an animal with this kind of vampirism. I'm not sure exactly though, but.." then she looked at both Clover and Koln. "I'm afraid I will look too scary to you two, ugly and might drive you guys away.."
She tried to hide the vial so it won't be discovered later.
She then heard footsteps approaching. 0.0 Oh nos.
"We should get out of here fast" she whispered to them.

 

[izillama]

Clover cocked her head slightly as she watched and listened to both her friends.
She think she understood a little.
Koln: slowly succumbing to insanity.
Ruby: slowly succumbing to animality.
Clover thought for a moment, wondering about her own vampirism. She still hadn't been able to take a moment for herself to think about everything that had happened. She wanted to sit down with herself and assess what was going on, but she felt like she had a duty to lead this group of ragtag... youth. If that was what they could all be called.
She remembered for a moment how valiantly Koln had stood up for her in the club. And she remembered how sweet Ruby normally was. But now, seeing Koln slip out of sanity and seeing Ruby take on more animal-like qualities (violent attacks, purring, growling) Clover began to worry about herself.
'What if I end up insane, too? Or like an animal? What's my vice as a vampire? Do I have one?'
She felt very confused.
She watched, sick to her stomach, as Koln and Ruby drained the jars of blood. She couldn't handle seeing them eagerly slurping up the iron liquid, and she certainly had no intention of joining them. On principal, that is. But the more she thought about it, the more she realized that she craved the same thing as them: blood. And for a moment, she forgot her opposition to the drinking of human blood and considered picking up a jar for herself.
But then, she remembered herself. They were in a cold lab stealing blood for thier own survival. How could this be called survival? It seemed pathetic.
'I don't care how hungry I am. I... can't do it. I don't have it in me.'
Clover frowned as she watched her friends feed. She felt left out. But she felt like she didn't have the strength to join in.
Her stomach grumbled.
Suddenly, she heard the sound of approaching footsteps. She covered her mouth too late. She had already cussed, "Oh ."
She blushed as she realized that she had said that outloud.
'They can't find me in here! They'll take my ID card! Hm... maybe we should send Koln out as a decoy...'
'You idiot. Would you think about someone else for once!?'
Quietly, she whispered to Koln and Ruby, "We can't go out of here the same way we came in. There's only one hallway. We're bound to get caught!"
Quickly, she scanned the room, wondering if there might be a place or a way to hide. Or maybe some emergency exit that she hadn't seen before?


1d20+9 → [16,9] = (25)
Searching for a place to hide OR an alternative exit

1d20+6 → [6,6] = (12)
Chance of being able to hide if need be (meh, I'm so screwed on this one)





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[Tale_Weaver]

University Of Denver

Clover cocked her head slightly as she watched and listened to both her friends.
She think she understood a little.
Koln: slowly succumbing to insanity.
Ruby: slowly succumbing to animality.
Clover thought for a moment, wondering about her own vampirism. She still hadn't been able to take a moment for herself to think about everything that had happened. She wanted to sit down with herself and assess what was going on, but she felt like she had a duty to lead this group of ragtag... youth. If that was what they could all be called.
She remembered for a moment how valiantly Koln had stood up for her in the club. And she remembered how sweet Ruby normally was. But now, seeing Koln slip out of sanity and seeing Ruby take on more animal-like qualities (violent attacks, purring, growling) Clover began to worry about herself.
'What if I end up insane, too? Or like an animal? What's my vice as a vampire? Do I have one?'
She felt very confused.
She watched, sick to her stomach, as Koln and Ruby drained the jars of blood. She couldn't handle seeing them eagerly slurping up the iron liquid, and she certainly had no intention of joining them. On principal, that is. But the more she thought about it, the more she realized that she craved the same thing as them: blood. And for a moment, she forgot her opposition to the drinking of human blood and considered picking up a jar for herself.
But then, she remembered herself. They were in a cold lab stealing blood for thier own survival. How could this be called survival? It seemed pathetic.
'I don't care how hungry I am. I... can't do it. I don't have it in me.'
Clover frowned as she watched her friends feed. She felt left out. But she felt like she didn't have the strength to join in.
Her stomach grumbled.
Suddenly, she heard the sound of approaching footsteps. She covered her mouth too late. She had already cussed, "Oh ."
She blushed as she realized that she had said that outloud.
'They can't find me in here! They'll take my ID card! Hm... maybe we should send Koln out as a decoy...'
'You idiot. Would you think about someone else for once!?'
Quietly, she whispered to Koln and Ruby, "We can't go out of here the same way we came in. There's only one hallway. We're bound to get caught!"
Quickly, she scanned the room, wondering if there might be a place or a way to hide. Or maybe some emergency exit that she hadn't seen before?


1d20+9 → [16,9] = (25)
Searching for a place to hide OR an alternative exit

1d20+6 → [6,6] = (12)
Chance of being able to hide if need be (meh, I'm so screwed on this one)

Clover

You search the room high and low and the only feasible place you find the hide is inside the compartments with the cadavers!

All

With no real time to think about it you jump inside the compartments with the cadavers and listen as the footsteps come to a halt by the room. They pause for a moment and those few moments give you the time to realize that you are literally face-to-face with death as you find yourselves pressed against preserved dead corpses, with your enhanced vision you can see their expressionless faces, their skin even more pale than your own. The footsteps continue and fade away.

 

[Strider_Koln]

Clover

You search the room high and low and the only feasible place you find the hide is inside the compartments with the cadavers!

All

With no real time to think about it you jump inside the compartments with the cadavers and listen as the footsteps come to a halt by the room. They pause for a moment and those few moments give you the time to realize that you are literally face-to-face with death as you find yourselves pressed against preserved dead corpses, with your enhanced vision you can see their expressionless faces, their skin even more pale than your own. The footsteps continue and fade away.

Hearing the footsteps quiet Koln quietly pops open the shelve from the inside, peering out...
"Ok guys, clear" he sharply whispers as he silently climbs out. He thanks the Lord that he had the mind to take his empty vial with him so it wasn't discovered.
"That didn't taste too bad, reminds me of the good ol' days in the monastery."

He turns and helps Ruby out of the shelf, carefully patting her back "Death is something we need to get used to from now on I guess." He then turns and helps Clover out of her body bin.

"Now Ruby, don't worry about it. I understand you got defensive about the lighter simply because you've never seen one before, it's ok. People often attack what they don't understand. Anyway, yes you are becoming more feral... let's just say you're holding up pretty well, I'm shocked you're not chasing cars. You will change, but whatever your outside shifts to it will look beautiful... compared to what is necessarily inside. Sorry to be so bleak, but that is the reality of the situation of your vampiric soul... also, you are a heretic afterall, not a good Catholic like Clover. Fortunately for you, I have gone into retirement from cleansing the flock of 'unwanted.'"

 

[izillama]

Clover

You search the room high and low and the only feasible place you find the hide is inside the compartments with the cadavers!

All

With no real time to think about it you jump inside the compartments with the cadavers and listen as the footsteps come to a halt by the room. They pause for a moment and those few moments give you the time to realize that you are literally face-to-face with death as you find yourselves pressed against preserved dead corpses, with your enhanced vision you can see their expressionless faces, their skin even more pale than your own. The footsteps continue and fade away.

In her own little body bin, Clover's eyes stared wide as saucers at the body she now shared with. Her face was pressed almost cheek to cheek with hers, and she couldn't help but smell the embalming chemicals rising subtly from the skin, reminding her that this woman once walked, and was now nothing more than a bundle of bones and preserved tissue for biology students to poke around in.
It freaked her out.
So much in so, that she began to shake violently in fear. She shifted uncomfortably, trying to pull away. But the compartment was too small. She felt the space press in on her. She was terrified! She wanted to get out! 'Let me out! Let me out! Please!' She felt tears begin to slide down her cheeks and she began to sob in fear.
She hated death! Hated it!
"Okay guys, clear!"
She heard Koln's voice and suddenly the door to the compartment was clicked open by the priest and she heard him walk over to help Ruby, too.
Clover shot forward and began to crawling away from the body towards the cold, sterile light of the room. 'Let me out!'
She felt like she was escaping from a tomb!
On the other side of the room, she could already see that Ruby had gracefully dislodged from the compartment and Koln was apologizing for the lighter thing and saying how he wasn't going to persecute her, even though she was Amish.
Less graceful and full of fear, Clover found herself falling head-first out of the compartment and landing in an awkward position.
Normally so composed, she found herself shaking fearfully and crying feebly at the few moments with the corpse, who had forced her to face her own mortality... or lack thereof.

 

[Tale_Weaver]

University Of Denver

In her own little body bin, Clover's eyes stared wide as saucers at the body she now shared with. Her face was pressed almost cheek to cheek with hers, and she couldn't help but smell the embalming chemicals rising subtly from the skin, reminding her that this woman once walked, and was now nothing more than a bundle of bones and preserved tissue for biology students to poke around in.
It freaked her out.
So much in so, that she began to shake violently in fear. She shifted uncomfortably, trying to pull away. But the compartment was too small. She felt the space press in on her. She was terrified! She wanted to get out! 'Let me out! Let me out! Please!' She felt tears begin to slide down her cheeks and she began to sob in fear.
She hated death! Hated it!
"Okay guys, clear!"
She heard Koln's voice and suddenly the door to the compartment was clicked open by the priest and she heard him walk over to help Ruby, too.
Clover shot forward and began to crawling away from the body towards the cold, sterile light of the room. 'Let me out!'
She felt like she was escaping from a tomb!
On the other side of the room, she could already see that Ruby had gracefully dislodged from the compartment and Koln was apologizing for the lighter thing and saying how he wasn't going to persecute her, even though she was Amish.
Less graceful and full of fear, Clover found herself falling head-first out of the compartment and landing in an awkward position.
Normally so composed, she found herself shaking fearfully and crying feebly at the few moments with the corpse, who had forced her to face her own mortality... or lack thereof.

You all feel a sense of relief wash over you and figure you might as well leave while you still have the chance.

 

[Strider_Koln]

You all feel a sense of relief wash over you and figure you might as well leave while you still have the chance.

"Right, so everyone's ok? Er.. Clover...?" The priest tilts his head looking at her, and sighs "So innocent... God will never forgive me..."
"I figure we should start moving, we cannot press our luck further... did everyone get their fill here? Clover, I know you had your heart set on killing animals, but killing the innocent is wrong. So drink now or go hungry."