Tale Weaver's Vampire: The Masquerade Game Board

[izillama]

I'm going to assume that I won the initiation roll. Here I go!

Clover felt like a trapped animal. Lethal and fanged. Ready to defend herself.
The rusted lock turned. She heard it scrape. Grind open.
Then...

The Officer opens the door to Clover's stall and gasps at the sight of Clover not expecting to see anyone in the stall. He is a tall blond-haired man who looks like he is in his early thirties. He is slightly built. His blue eyes open wide at the sight of Clover and he instinctively reaches for the club at his waist.

'DON'T THINK!'
Clover heard a horrible sound escape her lips. The declawed kitten, innocent and non-lethal as she was, was prepared to defend herself and fend off predators at all costs!
"Grrrrrwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaar!"
Clover lunged forward, sharp, perfectly manicured fingernails extended towards the officer's throat. Bloodshot eyes staring him down like a meal. Fangs, dripping saliva and visibly sharp, closing in dangerously close to his face.
Clover hadn't meant to hurt him.
She had only wanted to scare him.
But the rush of the situation, the terror in his eyes...
'Oh no...'
Her fingernails caught him in both shoulders, scratching feebly at his skin, yet drawing a small line of blood...

1d20+3 → [20,3] = (23)
Grapple (I know this is after the fact *sweatdrop*)

 

[Strider_Koln]

1d20+7 → [20,7] = (27)
Roll Lookup
Reflex save
Ruby quickly takes action before adhering to Koln's words with feline-like graceful movements.

She later questioned Koln's advice. "Darn it, what if Socrates needs to talk to me?"
She growled again and responded reluctantly "Alright Ill go back.."
'gee he is stubborn... but has a good heart'

Ruby did a quick 180 degree turn and sprinted off in the opposite direction.
She tried to take giant "jumps" to increase her spee. She was now suddenly worried about Clover..

Jump Roll
1d20+6 → [11,6] = (17)
Roll Lookup

"Go with God, Ruby" Koln says as she leaves, focusing now at his surrondings carefully... The target must be close... As he uses all of his senses to search, his ears pick up what sounds like a scream far off in the distance... "Please God... let that not be what I think..."

Search:
1d20+2+8 → [10,2,8] = (20)
Roll Lookup


Reflex save

Roll Lookup
1d20+6 → [10,6] = (16)

 

[Tale_Weaver]

"Go with God, Ruby" Koln says as she leaves, focusing now at his surrondings carefully... The target must be close... As he uses all of his senses to search, his ears pick up what sounds like a scream far off in the distance... "Please God... let that not be what I think..."

Search:
1d20+2+8 → [10,2,8] = (20)
Roll Lookup


Reflex save

Roll Lookup
1d20+6 → [10,6] = (16)

Roll Lookup

Koln

You watch Ruby run off until she is out of sight, it is at that moment when you look up just in time to see a net fall on you from overhead. The net has weights on the end and as you struggle to get free you only end up getting more tangled in the net. You hear what sounds more like the hiss of a snake than a voice say "Pesssky neophite, sssticking your nossse where it doesssn't belong!" A figure crawls out of the pipe above where Socrates came out of, he is wrapped in all manner of tattered cloth revealing only his eyes which seem to glow in the dim light with yellow. You can tell that he too is a vampire but you have no idea what kind of a vampire could possibly be so wretched looking. He jumps down onto the ground next to Koln says "I'll ssshow you, massster will have your head! Feed on his flesh my petsss!" He then makes a sort of whistling sound and you feel the floor rumble slightly as a herd of rats come out of the pipes on the left wall. There must be about 20 of them and they are all focused on ripping you to shreds!

Initiative Roll For the Rats 1, 2, & 3
1d20+1 → [2,1] = (3)
1d20+1 → [11,1] = (12)
1d20+1 → [5,1] = (6)


Initiative Roll For Hive Master
1d20+2 → [17,2] = (19)


Roll your initiative and then make a strength check to try to rip through the net (add your strength mod to the roll). The updated map is here.

Ruby

You run through the tunnel and make your way back to where the grate is. You can hear a struggle going on above you.

Roll initiative and if it's lower than the officer's then you don't emerge from the grate till after his turn.

 

[Tale_Weaver]

The Denver Police Station

I'm going to assume that I won the initiation roll. Here I go!

Clover felt like a trapped animal. Lethal and fanged. Ready to defend herself.
The rusted lock turned. She heard it scrape. Grind open.
Then...
'DON'T THINK!'
Clover heard a horrible sound escape her lips. The declawed kitten, innocent and non-lethal as she was, was prepared to defend herself and fend off predators at all costs!
"Grrrrrwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaar!"
Clover lunged forward, sharp, perfectly manicured fingernails extended towards the officer's throat. Bloodshot eyes staring him down like a meal. Fangs, dripping saliva and visibly sharp, closing in dangerously close to his face.
Clover hadn't meant to hurt him.
She had only wanted to scare him.
But the rush of the situation, the terror in his eyes...
'Oh no...'
Her fingernails caught him in both shoulders, scratching feebly at his skin, yet drawing a small line of blood...

1d20+3 → [20,3] = (23)
Grapple (I know this is after the fact *sweatdrop*)

Officer Belhurst's Grapple Check
1d20+3 → [13,3] = (16)

The officer tries to wrench Clover off of him but he can't seem to get the upper hand as he was taken by surprise. Clover has her body pressed against his and she can't help but feel a strong urge of attraction towards the man. It reminds her of how she felt the few times she let Mindy take her out and she brushed up against a cute preppy boy.

Clover doesn't know if it is arousal or hunger that drives her but she doesn't care and bites into the mans shoulder where she has already drawn a little blood. He lets out a yelp but quickly succumbs to what seems like pleasure.

Clover Bitings
1d4+1 → [3,1] = (4)


Officer Belhurst takes 4 damage (piercing).

Clover gets 1 Blood Point.

 

[ladyphoenix]

Officer Belhurst's Grapple Check
1d20+3 → [13,3] = (16)

The officer tries to wrench Clover off of him but he can't seem to get the upper hand as he was taken by surprise. Clover has her body pressed against his and she can't help but feel a strong urge of attraction towards the man. It reminds her of how she felt the few times she let Mindy take her out and she brushed up against a cute preppy boy.

Clover doesn't know if it is arousal or hunger that drives her but she doesn't care and bites into the mans shoulder where she has already drawn a little blood. He lets out a yelp but quickly succumbs to what seems like pleasure.

Clover Bitings
1d4+1 → [3,1] = (4)


Officer Belhurst takes 4 damage (piercing).

Clover gets 1 Blood Point.

Initiative roll
1d20+3 → [7,3] = (10)
Roll Lookup
Ruby sees the grate and hears that something isn't right.

Intimidate
1d20+2 → [20,2] = (22)
Once she makes it up the grate, she lets out a primal roar at anything in the room. If she makes it in time

 

[Strider_Koln]

Koln

You watch Ruby run off until she is out of sight, it is at that moment when you look up just in time to see a net fall on you from overhead. The net has weights on the end and as you struggle to get free you only end up getting more tangled in the net. You hear what sounds more like the hiss of a snake than a voice say "Pesssky neophite, sssticking your nossse where it doesssn't belong!" A figure crawls out of the pipe above where Socrates came out of, he is wrapped in all manner of tattered cloth revealing only his eyes which seem to glow in the dim light with yellow. You can tell that he too is a vampire but you have no idea what kind of a vampire could possibly be so wretched looking. He jumps down onto the ground next to Koln says "I'll ssshow you, massster will have your head! Feed on his flesh my petsss!" He then makes a sort of whistling sound and you feel the floor rumble slightly as a herd of rats come out of the pipes on the left wall. There must be about 20 of them and they are all focused on ripping you to shreds!

Initiative Roll For the Rats 1, 2, & 3
1d20+1 → [2,1] = (3)
1d20+1 → [11,1] = (12)
1d20+1 → [5,1] = (6)


Initiative Roll For Hive Master
1d20+2 → [17,2] = (19)


Roll your initiative and then make a strength check to try to rip through the net (add your strength mod to the roll). The updated map is here.

Ruby

You run through the tunnel and make your way back to where the grate is. You can hear a struggle going on above you.

Roll initiative and if it's lower than the officer's then you don't emerge from the grate till after his turn.

Koln growls under his breath, looking at all the rats. He absolutely hates hurting animals, since they are innocent. He prefers to hunt those who know better than to act like animals, those that are capable of so much more than being slaves to their base drives, and there's not much baser than hungering for one's blood...
"You... you are the Ratman I have read about, did not think you were a vampire too." Koln frantically things, trying to remember this person's real name... was it the Styles guy that had gone missing from Bellvue some years ago? He was harmless, but his odd behavior was enough to raise the attention of the Holy See for a little bit, especially the small faction of it that deals with this sort of thing... No, it could not be him... who is it...
"Rats... rats... rats... a hundred, thousand, million of them! And every one a life! This does not concern them, spare their lives and tell them to leave... No.. wait, your affinity for animals... I know this... you are... Yes, I know exactly who you are!" With that Koln's gaze starts to gloss over... only to snap back with renewed vigor:
"Giovanni Bernardone, Pape Innocent III a autorisé votre exécution immédiate pour l'hérésie. Le converti maintenant ainsi sur votre mort pour laquelle votre âme peut être pardonnée ... aujourd'hui, sur l'avion d'homme, il n'y a aucun pardon de vous, l'hérétique!"
As he speaks his hand and teeth clench the net while his other hand moves in his pocket, grabbing what he thinks, in his crazy time-traveling mind is an arcane dagger, but in reality he's clutching the tazer.

Initiate Roll:
Roll Lookup
1d20+2 → [16,2] = (18)

Strength Roll:
1d20+4 → [12,4] = (16)
Roll Lookup


Translation: Giovanni Bernardone, Pope Innocent III has mandated your immediate execution for heresy. Convert now so upon your death your soul may be forgiven... for today, on the plane of man, there is no forgiveness for you, heretic!

 

[izillama]

The officer tries to wrench Clover off of him but he can't seem to get the upper hand as he was taken by surprise. Clover has her body pressed against his and she can't help but feel a strong urge of attraction towards the man. It reminds her of how she felt the few times she let Mindy take her out and she brushed up against a cute preppy boy.

Clover doesn't know if it is arousal or hunger that drives her but she doesn't care and bites into the mans shoulder where she has already drawn a little blood. He lets out a yelp but quickly succumbs to what seems like pleasure.

Clover felt a wave of satisfaction wash over her. In all her years, she had never felt so complete. So full.
She let up her jaws a little, then delved again. Carefully. Don't spoil the feast.
The officer's blood seeped willingly enough into her mouth, and she drank it down. Like sucking water out of a bloated sponge.
Though he had screamed at first, he was slowly fainting into her. She held him up and continued to suckle his arm. Anyone looking at him on the street would not see this scar.
It was hidden.
Secret.
But would he ever live to see the street?
Clover frowned at herself but couldn't stop. She wanted more.
She wanted to keep going. To keep drawing blood.
It was just so easy. There was never an end. He was a willing enough victim if she ever saw one. He seemed to enjoy this. His life force being drawn out of him so quickly, it were as though she had ripped through an artery and it was gushing out.
But she didn't want to kill him. End the life of this man? Who was still young. Who probably had a family waiting at home. Who would probably now slump over and rest. Never tell a soul.
As she drew blood, she prepared to pull away.
It was so difficult. Like taking food from a starving child.
She drew up her hand, placing it over his eyes so he couldn't see. Then, she unlatched herself from his shoulder, and ordered, "Sleep."
With any luck, he would pass out. And Clover promised herself that she would high-tail it to the sewer. Even though Koln and Ruby had been down there for an unnervingly long amount of time...

 

[Tale_Weaver]

Clover felt a wave of satisfaction wash over her. In all her years, she had never felt so complete. So full.
She let up her jaws a little, then delved again. Carefully. Don't spoil the feast.
The officer's blood seeped willingly enough into her mouth, and she drank it down. Like sucking water out of a bloated sponge.
Though he had screamed at first, he was slowly fainting into her. She held him up and continued to suckle his arm. Anyone looking at him on the street would not see this scar.
It was hidden.
Secret.
But would he ever live to see the street?
Clover frowned at herself but couldn't stop. She wanted more.
She wanted to keep going. To keep drawing blood.
It was just so easy. There was never an end. He was a willing enough victim if she ever saw one. He seemed to enjoy this. His life force being drawn out of him so quickly, it were as though she had ripped through an artery and it was gushing out.
But she didn't want to kill him. End the life of this man? Who was still young. Who probably had a family waiting at home. Who would probably now slump over and rest. Never tell a soul.
As she drew blood, she prepared to pull away.
It was so difficult. Like taking food from a starving child.
She drew up her hand, placing it over his eyes so he couldn't see. Then, she unlatched herself from his shoulder, and ordered, "Sleep."
With any luck, he would pass out. And Clover promised herself that she would high-tail it to the sewer. Even though Koln and Ruby had been down there for an unnervingly long amount of time...

Clover has to make a Will Save before she can unlatch from the cop. Also, Belhurst goes before Ruby does. I'm off to GameSlave now, will hopefully be back by 11.

 

[Strider_Koln]

Clover has to make a Will Save before she can unlatch from the cop. Also, Belhurst goes before Ruby does. I'm off to GameSlave now, will hopefully be back by 11.

Hey what about me?! >,<! Koln's still stuck staring at the Ratman from inside a net. How about this, I will take over as DM for a bit... Koln has defeated the Ratman with his super special awesome supermove and has saved the world from vampires once again. Oh and he can fly too. The End!

 

[izillama]

1d20+4 → [15,4] = (19)
Will save (I think this is right...)




Hm... I like my version of things a lot better. lol

PS- I agree with Mike! And, he can fly!