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| [ARCHIVED] - Getting ground (group one [George, Leslie, Max, Ronnie])) | |
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| Topic Started: Wednesday, 24. September 2014, 20:17 (3,282 Views) | |
| George Henry Harris | Wednesday, 24. September 2014, 20:17 Post #1 |
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Methuselah
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The first group had reached the roof from where they should start the advance into Redbridge according to the plan. At that point the two guards accompanying them withdrew and got on their way to their position. So there they were... Alone on a rooftop two blocks away from the hostile territory... |
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| Leslie | Thursday, 30. July 2015, 12:07 Post #61 |
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Flemish... furry... flirty... feline! (YODO) Perfection Purrs!
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The minds of the others were luckily a mystery as she would not have liked the thoughts in them but Leslie was oblivious that the others had such narrow minded ideas about what she had done. At least she felt a small part of safety in her mind and she was the only one who had been inside the Sabbat. Not that these needed to know that. The less they knew, the better. Once behind the door her eyes adjusted to the darkness. With her blood she called upon the Eyes of the Beast to see perfectly in the darkness. Carefully she didn't walk in the aisle between the rows of the benches. The fact these Camarilla flocked together was a perfect decoy. The more she watched them the more she felt pity for the Camarilla. Her emotions got disturbed upon seeing this place of sacred sacrifice. So many memories jolted through her. The vibe of the place knew how to get to her. It knew how to lure her into the darker darkness. The heavy emotions nipped at her heels demanding her to slam her claws into the backs of these spineless excuses of vampires. With a shake of her head she hoped the old implanted ideas of the world of darkness would leave her be but she could feel it stir her Beast who had longed for a long time now that she would snap again and find truth in the monster that was hiding inside of her. The young one crawled and slithered over the benches with her catlike balance and peeked in between the rows to see if nothing was hiding. She tried to remain out of sight as much as she could while she tried to block out what she was seeing. Last time she had been in a place like this was... A shiver ran down her back. It was best not to think of that. She was a different person. She was a different person now. I am a different person now! |
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| Lessa | Wednesday, 26. August 2015, 02:11 Post #62 |
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Lessa did not follow the others to the front of the room. She might not have any real combat experience, but she had plenty of second-hand experience from Lee. And she had Lorenzo. She wasn't supposed to worry her pretty little head about his business, but she had ears. And she knew what you were supposed to do in a possibly hostile environment. And so while the others walked towards the altar, the former Mafia wife took half a dozen steps into the room, turned around, and guarded the door. With everyone else clustered together, her gun was useless. Too much chance of hitting a friend if it came down to using it. But, she could watch their backs. Keep them from being ambushed. |
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| NPC | Wednesday, 23. September 2015, 00:09 Post #63 |
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There was no ambush. The figure in front of the altar was the corpse of what the clothes identified as a woman in a nun habit. The mummified features didn't allow any hints to the cause of death, but two small holes in the back of the habit did. Having secured the room they searched through the rest of the cellar and found not only the remains of a battle between several mortals and what looked like the corpses of two vampires, one male, one female. However, George couldn't be sure tzhose were the ones he had been looking for. They also found what was left of the other Brujah in a room that had been designed as some sort of fire pit. Looking down into the depth, they could make out the smoldering remains of two vampires and another dangling from an exposed pipe above the flames but without any chance to get free by herself. Hanging onto the pipe with one hand, the other arm almost severed and with badly burnt legs, it was not a pretty sight, but still better off than the ones who had made it all the way down. With the last remaining lost Brujah rescued by a team work effort, they went to check out the upper level of the house that also yielded little results apart from a coffin that turned out to hold not the vampire that was still missing, but a considerable load of flammable substances together with a photoreceptor. The resulting flame not only set the roof and floor ablaze but also engulfed Leo, who made his way to the nearest burst window and jumped out in an attempt to get away from the fire. Making their way out of the burning building, the others reached the streets where no trace of the stray Gangrel was to be found. Whatever they did before they returned home, there was not a trace of Sabbat activity to be seen. |
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| Graham Mason | Wednesday, 7. September 2016, 21:23 Post #64 |
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Steak Tartare (YODO)
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This mini quest has been officially [ARCHIVED] Please, contact the Mods if it should be opened again for any reason. |
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