Tale Weaver's Vampire: The Masquerade Game Board

[Tale_Weaver]

University Of Denver

Clover sat still in the darkness, not daring to move. While she still hadn't gotten over her unnerving fear of the dark, she realized that there was a much more immediate danger at hand.
The guard, she heard, still hadn't left the floor.
Her eyes scanned the darkness. She didn't dare breathe. As though his pathetic human ears could pick up the difference.
She counted in her head.
1
...
100
...
1000
At count 1000, she still hadn't heard him leave his post, but rather an uncomfortable shuffling from the outside hall.
'Well great. But it's not like I can stay here.'
Biting her lip in nervousness, she finally decided to stand. She uncoiled her body like a cat, slowly backing up and careful not to make a sound. Then, she turned and reached out to a body shelf that wasn't in use.
She was afraid, but this was a good solution for now.
Careful with the latch, she opened it and looked inside.
Empty, save for a starch white sheet.
Lifting her eyes heaven-ward for a moment, 'Oh God? Where did I go wrong?' she jumped in and hid.
Play a corpse!

Check for hide-ability
1d20+6 → [6,6] = (12)

Clover
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You hear the security guard quietly creep back into the room. Quiet, but not quiet enough for your keen ears to pick up. Unfortunately in your haste you weren't able to close the door all the way leaving a crack through which you can see the guard poking around the room. As he nears the shelf you can hear his heart pounding. You lay down on the table motionless. The guard peeks through the crack in the door and slowly opens it. You can see his hand shake as he flashes the light over you. He says "Man, did they mess with the bodies too? What is this some kind of prank?" as he slowly pulls out the table. He looks you over and says to himself "I don't think they dress the corpses up like schoolgirls, is she really dead?". He pokes your stomache which tickles you and makes you jump.

The guard yells and jumps back whipping out his trusty tazer as he does and firing without thinking.

Tazer Attack
1d20+2 → [11,2] = (13)

Tazer Damage
1d3 → [2] = (2)

Clover Fortitiude Save
1d20+6 → [18,6] = (24)


The darts from the gun stick into Clover's chest and release a bolt of electricity. Clover takes electrical damage but doesn't get paralyzed.

Clover takes 2 (electrical) aggravated damage.



I'm going to roll initiative for the security guard in case we need it.

Guard's Initiative Roll
1d20+1 → [12,1] = (13)

Now I'm sure you're all wondering if vampires are ticklish and that's why I posted this
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[Tale_Weaver]

University Of Denver

With a grunt, Koln sits up, readying himself to ram down the door, or perhaps the window this time. That dream of Ruby is haunting him, he has to see that she's safe, he has to protect her at all costs...

His phone vibrates again and with due dread he flips it open. "Oh... and they're sending a hunter outside of my bloodline. I do not know why... they sent my "brother" Arthur to help me in France, at least with my family there is the incredibly unlikely chance they show me and my friends mercy, I need to think fast, oh I know!" Koln flips the phone back up and starts texting the Vatican back: "In the name of St. Peter! Everything's under control. Situation normal. Everything's perfectly alright now, I'm fine, we're all fine here. How are you?' He then hits send and smiles, perfectly content with his latest cunning plan.

Koln
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Your phone rings shortly after you send your crafty text message. It's the Vatican. You pick up and answer in your calmest sounding voice. You recognize the voice on the other end "Kolnyr, praise the Lord you are okay! Listen, this man they are sending, we have no idea who he is. He is from an independent group of very specialized vampire hunters. Apparently they have a score to settle with Thaddeus and refuse to stay out of the situation. It appears that Thaddeus had killed a very important member of theirs in the past. He is very dangerous and not to mention cunning. Right now we have yet to hear of any action taken by Thaddeus since he entered Denver. Do you know of anything?"
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[Tale_Weaver]

The Streets

In frustration, Ruby sits on a nearby bench to think things thru for a moment. Its going to be a while before the bus arrives. Well, she at least knows there is a possibility that Prestor is alive, he might even be among those in her bloodline somewhere. He might have been able to escape those who were following him to protect himself and his knowledge.
She chewed on this for a moment. Maybe that woman will come back again to the house to retrieve more thing. Ruby immediately called out towards the sky since noone was around. Beckoning "Caw, caw.."
She attempted to call forth ravens for her aid.

Ruby
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As you make bird noises while sitting on the bench all alone at the bus stop a bird comes down from the trees and lands on your head. He pecks at you and then flutters down next to you. You can see that he is a jet black bird with a long beak. In his beak he has a piece of charred wood that looks like it might have come from Prestor's house.
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[ladyphoenix]

Ruby stares at the piece of wood the raven dropped in her hands. "um thanks.." She decided to communicate with him to at least give her other idea a chance as well.Feral whispers She looks into the raven's beady golden eyes steadily. I have a request of you. In exchange of freshly killed mice and small animals, I need you to watch for anyone who visits the house where this wood came from and where they are going. I can meet with you the next day or two to make the exchange, that is up to you. What do you say?

 

[Strider_Koln]

Koln
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Your phone rings shortly after you send your crafty text message. It's the Vatican. You pick up and answer in your calmest sounding voice. You recognize the voice on the other end "Kolnyr, praise the Lord you are okay! Listen, this man they are sending, we have no idea who he is. He is from an independent group of very specialized vampire hunters. Apparently they have a score to settle with Thaddeus and refuse to stay out of the situation. It appears that Thaddeus had killed a very important member of theirs in the past. He is very dangerous and not to mention cunning. Right now we have yet to hear of any action taken by Thaddeus since he entered Denver. Do you know of anything?"
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Koln sighs and smiles, it's good hearing his friend Father Baldric again. He was the closest thing he had to a father growing up, and he was always the first to tell Koln what was going on around him, even risking his own neck a few times in making Koln privy to information that the Church would rather keep confidential.

"I'm well Father, thanks, and too praise the Lord for hearing your voice once again. As for this new hunter, no I have not heard anything. Do you know if he is here already? I find it very dangerous that the Church would allow a seperate entity with some sort of personal vendetta to do its dirty work. How do we know they walk with Grace? How do we know they are not going to get sloppy and reveal to the world what the Church has been doing or centuries? Just between you and me friend, the Church is not what it used to be at all."

 

[Tale_Weaver]

The Streets

Ruby stares at the piece of wood the raven dropped in her hands. "um thanks.." She decided to communicate with him to at least give her other idea a chance as well.Feral whispers She looks into the raven's beady golden eyes steadily. I have a request of you. In exchange of freshly killed mice and small animals, I need you to watch for anyone who visits the house where this wood came from and where they are going. I can meet with you the next day or two to make the exchange, that is up to you. What do you say?

The raven replies in a rather loud cackling voice "I don't need food, I need a nest! If you can help me build a nest I'll built it near where this wood came from. I like this wood, it's strong, it smells attractive too. In that house there is a bed and on that bed there is a matress and in that matress there is some stuffing. I can't get the stuffing out but you can. Get it for me, I want to make a nest. I'll nest near the house. That is all, forever more!"

With that the raven flies off leaving Ruby with a piece of charred wood in her hand.

 

[izillama]

Clover lay motionless on the shelf, steadying herself, 'Be the corpse... I am a corpse...'
She heard the door open and peered out, aggravated, 'Damn. And this is the one time Public Safety decides to do thier job?'
He began searching the room, flashlight in hand.
'Don't find me don't find me don't find...'
He opend the shelf.
'Damn.'
Clover kept her eyes closed. It wasn't difficult to play dead. Unfortunately, he seemed like he was having a hard time convincing himself that they were dressing the dead up in school girl outfits here in the morgue.
Suddenly, Clover felt the officer poke her stomach. She hadn't expected that! She must have jumped three feet in the air.
In doing so, the officer freaked out. Clover didn't even have a chance to say anything before he suddenly whipped out his taser and turned it on her.
'MOTHER-ER!!!'
Clover screamed out as the jolt of what felt like a million volts of electricity coursed through her. She knew it wasn't that much, but it shocked and surprised her to the point where she couldn't think straight for a moment.
When the shock came to an end, she realized that at least she hadn't been paralyzed. But the taser still stuck provocatively into her chest.
An awkward silence passed between them as the officer suddenly realized that he had tasered a "living" girl.
Then, Clover did the only logical thing.
Angrily, she rubuked the man, acting fearful but logical. She screeched, outraged, "How dare you!? Do you know how many charges of neglect for student safety, abuse of power, and sexual abuse I could bring you up on!? What's wrong with the officers on this campus!? What's wrong with you!? Do you make a habit of groping 18-year-old girls and pulling tasers out on students without warning and due cause!? Because if that's the case, I suggest you call your superior and quit now before I pull out my cell and call the cops!"

 

[Tale_Weaver]

University Of Denver

Koln sighs and smiles, it's good hearing his friend Father Baldric again. He was the closest thing he had to a father growing up, and he was always the first to tell Koln what was going on around him, even risking his own neck a few times in making Koln privy to information that the Church would rather keep confidential.

"I'm well Father, thanks, and too praise the Lord for hearing your voice once again. As for this new hunter, no I have not heard anything. Do you know if he is here already? I find it very dangerous that the Church would allow a seperate entity with some sort of personal vendetta to do its dirty work. How do we know they walk with Grace? How do we know they are not going to get sloppy and reveal to the world what the Church has been doing or centuries? Just between you and me friend, the Church is not what it used to be at all."

Father Baldric chuckles "This is true, the church is not what it used to be. But we still stand for righteousness and we will continue to smite the wicked! It wasn't our choice to get this hunter involved, unfortunately the majority of these groups of hunters act on their own most of the time through some kind of self-fulfillment rather than Grace. Regardless of what drives them, these hunters do their part in keeping our secret a secret much like our supernatural foes seem to have some sort of system in place that keeps them hidden as well. Now Kolnyr, you know what you must do. You should go to a church as soon as possible and bear the burden that we as protectors of good must bear. I pray that all goes well and we can rid the world of yet another evil being."

 

[Tale_Weaver]

University Of Denver

Angrily, she rubuked the man, acting fearful but logical. She screeched, outraged, "How dare you!? Do you know how many charges of neglect for student safety, abuse of power, and sexual abuse I could bring you up on!? What's wrong with the officers on this campus!? What's wrong with you!? Do you make a habit of groping 18-year-old girls and pulling tasers out on students without warning and due cause!? Because if that's the case, I suggest you call your superior and quit now before I pull out my cell and call the cops!"

The security guard stumbles over his words, for a moment there he thought he was witnessing someone rising from the dead "I-I-'m sorry ma'am. I-I-I acted too quickly there, are you alright? What the hell were you doing in there anyway?" He looks at the darts sticking in Clover's chest "Can you get those out yourself? Luckily they don't really go in deep."

 

[izillama]

'Hook, line, and sinker.'
Clover was still a little shaken by everything that had just transpired, so it wasn't difficult for her to "pretend" to shrink back and try and calm down. She let her lip quiver, as though she were on the verge of tears. She spoke shakily, "I-I'll be fine." She reached up and pulled the taser connections from her chest. It didn't hurt, but she made a show of them stinging, hoping to milk the Public Safety officer for all his sympathy.
Then, she looked at him sheepishly, "I-I'm sorry I'm in here. I really shouldn't tell you this... but..."
She hesitated, then concocted her story. It was easy.
"I'm pledging a sorority. You know how us college students are, right? We all want to fit in. One of the sisters... she knew I had a bio pass. She told me to sneak in here and..."
She paused, as though disgusted.
"She... dared me to spend three hours in here on one of the shelves. I don't know why! They just shoved me in here and told me to stay. It's some sort of... right of passage, I guess."
She shrugged, then captured his attention with large, glittering eyes, "Please, don't tell the sisters I'm off the shelf! I really, really want to pledge this sorority!"

Bluff Roll
1d20+5 → [11,5] = (16)