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| Topic Started: Friday, 25. July 2014, 19:08 (4,120 Views) | |
| Obstacles | Friday, 25. July 2014, 19:08 Post #1 |
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Strange things have been going on in the Hither Green Cemetery in the Garden of Remembrance. South East London has been growing unquiet of late. Pets have been disappearing, as have homeless people. Officials have no explanation as to why. No bodies have been found and there has been no upsurge of crime reported to the police. But there has been a surge in Urban Legends in the area. There are those who claim that the shadows of Hither Green Cemetery move at night. The Whovian slogan “count the shadows” has recently been spray painted across one of the external walls. Several old residents refer to a time during the Second World War; they claimed that those who hid within the cemetery during the blitz were never seen again. They called it “the bombing cloud” and said that when the city went dark for fear of the bombs, anyone in the park would never be seen again. Now those oldsters claim that the Bombing Cloud has returned, perhaps awoken by the recent terrorist activities in the city. But the old folks in the local neighborhood have begun to refuse to leave their homes at night. Claiming the bombing cloud occurs only on the darkest nights, and that during the blitz bodies were found drained of blood, their hearts, lungs and organs eaten away by some horrible thing. Police have so far refused to investigate because there have been no official missing persons reported. They consider it mere local superstition. |
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| Max Keller | Tuesday, 9. September 2014, 19:21 Post #121 |
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What a relief when the flames died down. But the peacefulness didn´t last long. His beast had calmed down a bit, but then Max heard a splash and was alarmed. What was that, the enemy? Quickly Max grabbed his big dagger. But in the next moment he felt a grip at his leg. That monster was trying to drag him down. Max got a glimpse of the the monster, it had a machete. Max activated his celerity and tried to dodge the machete attack (action 1), then he would try to stab the Nosferatu with his whole strength [Potence 5] (action 2, 3 and 4), no matter if they were already deep in the muck. If Max hadn´t managed to dodge and the monster managed to hack off the arm that was holding the dagger, then Max would attack by biting with his fangs, trying to bite fiercely three times. |
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| Margo Moreau | Wednesday, 10. September 2014, 21:20 Post #122 |
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Margo was getting hungry, down to half a tank. The creature she had ran from was attacking Max. Its hunger obviously drove it down to the kindred team, and now it seemed a fight to the death in the creature's rancid cesspit was on. Either they would be food, or it would die amid the bones of its victims. The artist in Margo could appreciate the imagery. For a split second. Margo spent her dwindling blood to increase her strength even more, and again to give herself Toreador speed. She made her way through the murk best that she could and once she got to the beast she followed the Brujah's lead. Steeling herself for what was bound to be the most disgusting taste ever she tried to grab onto the thing and tear at it with her fangs again and again... |
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| Clarice Harris | Wednesday, 10. September 2014, 22:41 Post #123 |
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Once the flame was gone, her blood begun to slowly cool down. Now she realized that the hammer and pocket knife were gone, dropped in desperate attempt to flee this hellhole. The only source of light was now a torch, slowly drowning in the wastewater, just like her tools. She reached for her bag again, drawing out her own flashlight. But she didn't get to inspect the room, as something suddenly splashed into the water and begun to grapple with the tallest figure in sight. Swallowing her apprehension she dived forward, trying to shed some light on what just attacked her teammates. Being left with bare hands, she would try to blind or deafen the creature |
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| Franca | Wednesday, 10. September 2014, 23:16 Post #124 |
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Franca had barely the time to gather where she had ended up, when a tall deformed figure appeared and attacked Max. She still had her dagger - good thing she hadn't been wielding it when she'd been staked. In the dim, flickering light of her mates' torches, she ran towards the ongoing havoc with supernatural speed [Celerity 3], trying to stab repeatedly the thing with all her strength [Potence 3]. If possible, she would have aimed at severing the arm wielding the machete, otherwise she would have settled for hitting any recognizable part of their opponent. |
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| Bad Guy | Wednesday, 10. September 2014, 23:28 Post #125 |
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There was no running in the muck. There was only sloshing, and sinking. The creature was in the deep end and seemed more than comfortable in the slimy goo that was its chosen battleground. The viscous fluid clung and stuck to them and only the broken chunks of the collapsed ceiling gave them brief spots where they could keep their heads above the surface. Visibility was nearly gone, the faint lights gummed by muck and slug. The bodies were moving in the darkness, and none in the fight possessed the ability to see in the ultimate blackness. But one among them lived in the darkness, had been hunting in it for many decades. So it was half blinded and sloshing through muck that they moved. A muck which clung to them, even when they attempted to use their supernatural speed against the deranged thing in their midst... and a muck that made it difficult to get a grip on the creature. The machete missed Max, but the creature still hauled him down and under the slime. The man's blade managed to sink into the gaunt thing at least once, but it was hard to tell in the confusion. It didn't seem to deter the creature any. Margo lacked the strength to hold onto the squirming slime coated figure as it twisted and shook under Max's assault, and the speeding Toreador was flung away by the two Potence enhanced bodies covered in decaying filth. Franca had a better view of things as Clarice sought to bring her light to bear, but the Malkavian was moving at mere human speed while the others rushed about with supernatural swiftness. So while Franca sunk her blade into the gaunt form, her next slash instead slammed into Max as the Brujah's own attack moved the slime coated thing. The brutally strong creature refused to release it's grip on Max, despite the stabbing it had taken, instead using it's own massive strength to try and rip the Prussian's leg clean off with a sudden yank of his supernatural might. |
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| Max Keller | Thursday, 11. September 2014, 09:47 Post #126 |
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Max felt a sting from being wounded by Franca´s knife. And he was getting more and more hungry. It had been hard enough to keep the beast at bay when there was the fire, but now, being hungry and getting attacked by that slimy monster that wanted to eat Max up...this threat to his unlife made Max come closer and closer to frenzy. He was quite sure he would lose control to the beast very soon, so it might be the last chance to use celerity. He felt the Nosferatu tearing at Max´s leg, that made his beast even more furious. Max tried to kick the opponent away from him (action 1). His beast wanted to kill the enemy and to drink him dry. By now he was only one tiny step away from falling into frenzy. The Brujah´s mouth was open now, his fangs were visible, and with a snarl he would try to clasp his arms around the enemy (action 2), trying to stab once more (action 3) and to bite him (action 4). |
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| Margo Moreau | Thursday, 11. September 2014, 17:53 Post #127 |
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The big bad, Max and Franca were thrashing about the cesspit in a whirlpool of potence and celerity. Having been so easily thrown aside, and running dangerously low on blood; the hungry Margo crossed into the shallow end before her speed wore out and found a place to stand, or at least crouch. She pulled out her Glock and her larger Maglite. She cursed. "Fuck me... fuck me, fuck me!" Her pistol was useless, both of them. Full of muck and grime from her bloody bath. Her mind went back to her last time in the sewers... the same thing had happened... Toran, her companion that night has shown her the solution... keep your gun in a fucking plastic bag until you need it. Margo was kicking herself. Fool me twice... While gathering her wits, Margo followed Harris' lead and kept her bright torch on the melee as best she could, giving her allies more light. With her other hand Margo pulled out her silver knife and made it ready, waiting for an opportunity to strike... |
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| Clarice Harris | Thursday, 11. September 2014, 18:30 Post #128 |
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She was cursing under her breath, releasing at least a small part of frustration caused by her sluggish speed. Her teammates were being fast as the wind, again. How long could they keep going? Judging from their increasingly bestial moves - not very long... Seeing Margo's moves, Clarice tried to encircle the rumbling mass, willing to provide some light from another side. Her unoccupied hand would try to jab the slimy figure whenever it blinks close to her, with specific aim for vulnerable spots such as eyes |
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| Franca | Thursday, 11. September 2014, 18:44 Post #129 |
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The struggle continued as it had begun, a vortex of muck and undead bodies and dead bones whirling at supernatural speed. Waves of slime splashed against the decaying walls and rats ran away squeaking in terror. Franca saw that Max had bared his fangs to bite their hideous assaulter; she didn't do the same - she wasn't in pressing need for blood so she would have left it for her allies. Instead, she used her inhuman speed and strength to jump on the other side of the Nosferatu and stab him repeatedly as he was still engaged in his fight with Max. Margo had retreated from the melee and the additional light provided by her torch was now improving the visibility, hopefully making easier to aim at the right target. |
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| Bad Guy | Thursday, 11. September 2014, 18:50 Post #130 |
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The creature, the Nosferatu, once known as Joseph Washman, Private in the British Army, killed in the Battle of Mons, succumbed to the combined assaults of his opponents. Unable to counter the whirlwind of celerity he faced. When Max kicked the beast ripped Max's leg free. But that didn't stop the Brujah from wrapping his arm around the crazed Nosferatu and, stab him and sink in his fangs. And As Franca's blade sank in, over and over again they witnessed the Nosferatu going still. For Max did as he stated. He drank the Nosferatu dry.... and the aged thing went limp and unmoving. Shriveling down to a mummified husk. So they were left in a pit of muck and slime with their wounds... and no enemy left capable of showing them the way out. Edited by Bad Guy, Thursday, 11. September 2014, 19:02.
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| Margo Moreau | Thursday, 11. September 2014, 19:05 Post #131 |
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Margo felt a wave of relief when it was clear their enemy was done. Then, soon after an even stronger wave of hunger. Really. Fucking. Hungry. But they were not out of the shit yet. Margo brought up her [Auspex] and looked around quickly, searching with her Maglite and sharp eyes. Margo listened carefully for any other threat in the shifting shadows. Reluctantly, she also shifted her senses to see past the veil... perhaps just to see more angry, hungry ghosts... but perhaps to see them now at rest, as their tormentor had been slain. |
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| Franca | Thursday, 11. September 2014, 19:30 Post #132 |
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Franca put her dagger away and took the backup flashlamp out of her pocket. She looked around the place - was any of her mates especially in distress, besides the wounds one could have expected? Was there any other threat? Or any way out? She observed with the best of her attention... which meant she saw a small fraction of what Margo could have seen. "The tunnel leads to a chamber up there", she informed Max and Clarice. "There is another Nosferatu nailed to the wall. A prisoner, I think - she said, with a glance to Margo who had actually seen his aura - but we hadn't got the time to check if there is any way out". They hadn't got the time, indeed, because they had been attacked by the big invisible guy that now had crumbled to ashes and she had succeeded at being staked in the most helpless way possible. |
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| Clarice Harris | Thursday, 11. September 2014, 19:38 Post #133 |
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Flying limbs, fangs flashing here and there... That was too much, Clarice moved away from the group, partly succumbing to the bestial self-preservation instincts. She made her way towards recently burning tunnel, discreetly watching the brutes. One of them must have done something nasty, the atmosphere in this damned pit changed in a way she couldn't explain She held the flashlight with her teeth, hands were now reaching for two small knives. Yet again she begun to slowly climb the slippery pipe, hooking her blades in any crack that seemed deep enough. Having the flashlight in her mouth was far from comfortable, it took a lot of determination to carry on, holding her tongue back and avoiding the taste of decay. Nonetheless, the climb became a bit faster once she could spot the cracks with both her eyes and fingertips |
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| Max Keller | Sunday, 14. September 2014, 23:04 Post #134 |
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Max noticed a sharp pain, but was too concentrated on what he was doing to pay much attention to his leg getting torn off. He just thought of killing and drinking now, and finally he could drink. That blood tasted really horrible, but Max didn´t care, he needed blood desperately, and so he drank greedily until there wasn´t a single drop of blood left. Then he finally let go of the Nosferatu who had shrunken a lot. Max slowly recovered from his near-frenzy. And now he became aware that his left leg was missing, and he felt the pain of the wound more strongly. He heard what Franca said. He was still deeply in the muck. "I doubt I would be able to get up there...with just one leg." So it looked as if he wouldn´t be able to do much any more. Presumably he would have to wait down here and hope that his teammates found a way out. At least he wasn´t so terribly hungry any more. Where was his left leg? Max looked out for it. If he found it, couldn´t he drink his own blood that was still in it? Or would the leg already be rotten? "Does anybody see my torn off leg somewhere?" |
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| Obstacles | Sunday, 14. September 2014, 23:40 Post #135 |
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Given Max's advanced age his leg had rotted to bones and sinew soon after it was torn loose, taking the form it would have been had he died of natural causes and reached this age. Margo was blasted by hundreds of screaming voices as ghosts trapped to the rotting remains of their earthly bodies swirled in circles around the pit as through trapped in a tornado. Constantly being ripped to shreds, or eating each other, swelling and exploding into goo, only to reform and begin the carnage again. They were raging and screaming and it was a good chance they would continue to do so until some outside force came in and laid the horror damaged dead to rest. They were mindless twisted things that knew only pain and torment and agony. Clarice climbed free of the tunnel and out the well, finding herself in a wide room with huge stone pillars. Pinned to the wall by twisted metal bars was another Nosferatu, seemingly torpid, his legs eaten down to the bone, his innards missing below the heart as though scooped out by a huge ladle. Max was easily strong enough to drag himself up the tunnel without a leg if he chose to, for he was a vampire and barely hindered by such injuries. A limb which would regrow after a single nights rest. The pinned Nosferatu and perhaps freedom waited above. |
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| Franca | Tuesday, 16. September 2014, 20:24 Post #136 |
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What was Max hoping to do with his leg? Franca couldn't read his mind, but she doubted it was possible to rescue his severed limb anyway. At least, from what she had seen, vampire body parts tended to fall apart rather quickly. "Uh... Can't you climb by using your arms? I am doing fine, at least I think, and I can help someone if needed, but..." ...but Max climbing by himself was probably easier than her going up the tight tunnel together with someone else. Moreover, the Malkavian had got up the well quite swiftly and she wasn't surely as strong. "Margo, are you up for the climb?" - the little Rose was, once more, observing something that Franca couldn't see. She wondered, however, if those ghosts were pacified now that the Nossie was dead, or if something else was needed to rescue them from the torment the Toreador had described. Franca, unless someone needed help, would then follow Clarice up the wall. |
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| Max Keller | Tuesday, 16. September 2014, 22:04 Post #137 |
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Surely too much time had passed already to find the leg still with flesh on it. He should have known. Besides just the thought of drinking from it Max somehow was craving for his lost leg. It felt terrible to have lost it. But he had to give up on that. Climbing just with his arms? Yes, why not, if he managed to get to the entrance of the tunnel. "Franca, can you help me to get up? Then I maybe can climb up there." Max had never lost a leg before. He didn´t have a clue what it might be like if he tried to get up. Was it possible to get up with one leg? But surely it was easier if somebody helped him. It would be nice to get out of this stinking hole, that was for sure. So Max strained himself to get to the tunnel, and if he managed to get up far enough he would try to drag himself upwards with his arms that were still fully intact, luckily. |
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| Clarice Harris | Tuesday, 16. September 2014, 23:15 Post #138 |
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Finally a stable ground, away from the wastewater, away from the carnage and - most importantly - a bit closer to the surface. A careful look around, the light revealed it's a sort of underground chapel, cathedral even. The piles of discarded personal goods looked incredibly tempting, she'd like to look for her share right now, but it wasn't yet the time. Securing the ground above all As the ray of light wandered about, some humanoid figure came in its way. With eyes wide open, Clarice stopped at weird individual, taking on bestial fight-or-escape posture. It looked quite unnerving but not because of the degree of mutilation, rather because it look pretty...dried. What if it wakes up? What if it's someone who used to be important to either of sects? For now she wouldn't touch the corpse, she didn't have the proper tools, like stakes |
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| Margo Moreau | Thursday, 18. September 2014, 20:05 Post #139 |
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Margo shook off the horrid visions and led out a mute cry "Dammit... dammit... dammit..." Margo was dimly aware as she came back to her senses that her friends were making their way up the shaft, or where about to. She said "Good job taking that monster down you two..." "The kindred on the wall... up there, isn't dead" Margo added glumly. "Yet." Max lost his leg... ouch... Margo winced. Margo made her way over towards the slimy throat that led up from this cesspool. If she could, Margo scrambled ahead of the Max and Franca so she could move her little body up the filth faster after Harris. She wanted to get a closer look at the victim upstairs, and whatever clues that abattoir might hold. |
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| Obstacles | Thursday, 18. September 2014, 21:15 Post #140 |
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The tunnel was easily scaled even by the most damaged of Kindred. Though whether they dredged through the muck to find the shriveled husk of the nosferatu was up to them. The being pinned to wall was also shriveled and seemed torpid. There were husks of animals around him, gnawed forms that seemed to have been chewed and drained. It would APPEAR that the Nosferatu had been feeding his prisoners animals and then eating him over and over, as he healed. Who knows for how long. (Refer to story "If you go into the Pipes" in Other Fiction) There were piles of belongings scattered about. Shredded remains of clothing. There was about 700 pounds in scattered bills and coins among the debris. Perhaps another 100 pounds worth of jewelry, tarnished and badly in need of cleaning. Among the debris was a soldier's kit from World War I, the label reading Private Washman. There was a rusted rifle with bayonette, identical to the wooden replica that had been driven through the heart of Franca. Close inspection of the cathedral like chamber would reveal a tunnel that led to a sewer exit that had been bricked off, but close inspection of the stone would reveal a catch that allowed the stone to slide open and give access to a storm drain that collected run off from the Remembrance Gardens all around them. Once they had decided what to do they could make their cautious exits and make their way back to Primogen Henderson to report what they had found, and what they had battled. |
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