A World Full of Darkness (Inactive)

Game Master Nicos


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Let the world rebuilding begin.


Sheet | Willpower 5 | Blood 7/10

Harvey is a private detective and vampire, prowling the darkened streets of London. Two years, he was investigating a series of mysterious deaths, and the clues led him to an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city. What he couldn't have known was that it was actually the hideout of a small gang of Brujah vampires. The gang leader, a twelfth-generation Kindred named Isla, captured him as he was snooping around. But rather than kill him without a thought, she admired the gumption and courage of the mere mortal who had uncovered their haven. She quickly decided that he would be more useful as an asset than a meal, and Embraced him without a second thought.

Ever since, Harvey has struggled to reconcile his past life and his present unlife. He takes investigation jobs whenever he can, but many clients aren't happy with his insistence on working nights only (which he tells them is due to a "medical condition"). But recently, he finds himself wanting to spend more time with his new "family", and even offering his own advice on navigating the slums of London.

To preserve his sanity, Harvey has set two rules for himself:
1) He will never drain enough blood to endanger or kill his victims (unless he was already planning on doing so, i.e. in self-defense).
2) He won't feed on police officers. He has some valuable contacts in the City of London Police, and does not want to risk them discovering his undead state.
Of course, his Brujah bretheren know that it's only a matter of time before he loses control...

Harvey's current goal is to make a name for himself among the Brujah. If he can get the Rabble to listen to him, he might be able to channel their destructive, rebellious natures into something a little more constructive.


Sheet| Willpower 5 | Quintessence 1 | Paradox 0

Isaiah Mason was born and raised in Los Angeles. Your average introvert, more interested in browsing the web, playing video games and hanging out with friends instead of studying. Around 20 years old, sophomore year in College, his parents grew concerned with growing tensions between the US and Russia. They scraped together what little they had and sent their boy to study with their relatives in France. On that fateful flight, the plane was shot down in an escalation of the war tensions and during the traumatic plummet to the ground below, Isaiah woke. Suddenly reality ground to a halt in the midst of him hyperventilating into an oxygen mask. Immediately his mind tried to rationalize the moment "This must be the part where my life flashes before my eyes." Seconds passed or did they? Isaiah shakily stood as nothing continued to happen. A fire burned in his brain, daring him to continue. He picked his way across the breaking plane while his eyes carefully avoided looking at the horror still etched on the other passengers' faces. He wasn't sure where he was going, but eventually he found what was drawing him. A shoulderbag and parachute suspended in the air still from the impact yet conspicuously still within reach of each other. Isaiah followed the burning instinct overpowering all emotion as he buckled the parachute on. The moment he leapt out of the plane, reality ripped free of it's constraints violently and the plane was torn to pieces. Isaiah panicked internally as he freefell through the sky. Eventually after fumbling with the drawstring for a solid minute he was able to pull the chute and correct his descent. He landed in a wooded region somewhere in France. As soon as he was able to pull free of the chute, he then vomited in a nearby bush before passing out.

Isaiah woke to a static buzzing coming from his shoulderbag. The contents seemed to be your everyday survival gear: snacks, a bedroll, a few bottles of water and a hand radio like an old school walkie-talkie. ”Re-...els?...R...Reels?” He could almost hear a voice through the static. Desperate for any kind of help, Isaiah responded half crying. ”Hello? Hello is anyone there? I need help!” The static paused for a moment before starting again. ”Okay, lis-...ten carefully. I...ne-ed you...to...the ..tr-ee with...carving...keep walkin' till...hit road. Some-...take you...need to be.” Strangely enough, he could see a red line leading to the tree then beyond to the road.

During this moment of respite before he was picked up by a kindly old man in a beatup truck, he spoke a long time with the voice on the radio. It told him that Isaiah(or rather Reels, he wouldn't change how he referred to Isaiah even after being corrected), that he owed him one and as long as he listens to what it said that it'd do it's best to keep him safe in return.

The old man was already on his way to just the town over from where his relatives lived in France. Continuing to talk with the radio started Isaiah down his journey as Awakened. It in no simple terms explained what happened on the plane and with difficulty began walking Isaiah through the steps to conjure his own power. An Orphan in the metaphysical way, Radio took him under his wing. Arriving at his relatives' home he discovered that forty years have passed and that they believed he had died in the crash before WW3. The old couple didn't recognize him anymore and so he was left in a strange country with no one but Radio to count on. Through his strange network of allies, Isaiah survived and learned under the mysterious benefactor.

Radio taught him how to see first. Once that was done, he said the boring part was out of the way. He began to learn how to better his odds literally. Radio always told him to be careful though. A coincidence is just that. Five in a row raises eyebrows and not just the dealer's. Time was always dangerous, but Radio said it pays to have a trump card. Isaiah thought he was over-exaggerating but when the shakes and hallucinations came, he hoped he'd never have to do that again.

Isaiah's mortal worries of yore forgotten in the massive new world he finds himself a part of. He craves the supernatural and actively seeks out the unknown. With most of the mage traditions decimated by the war, he especially keeps an eye out for rumors of abandoned facilities. Finders Keepers is the law of the land nowadays. Through the tutelage of his mentor Radio, he sees the world as one that Mages are destined to rule. Humanity needs a guiding hand to avoid these atrocities from happening again. And only the clever and powerful will remain at the top. He's cautiously eager to meet the first supernatural that doesn't want to eat him.

Experience is the best way to learn after all, so currently Isaiah travels to find other supernatural beings or locations.


BEFORE THE FALL:

Bhemariel was a lesser middle-tier angel, charged with the refinement of aesthetic design among creatures that fell under the Wild angels' domain. Where some angels determined function, Bhemariel was charged with refining function into appropriate form. Fish were meant to breathe underwater, but angels of Bhemariel's sphere refined that into gills. Some predators needed appendages to rip and tear their prey, and so angels like Bhemariel created claws, and the proper mechanisms for wielding them. If a tree needed to be able to survive a cooler climate, well, you get the idea. Bhemariel himself gained some temporary renown for a master stroke of engineering, designing a form for a mammalian creature that lays eggs, though that is insignificant to the Fallen now.

Bhemariel, like most of the Angels of the Wild, was very close to humanity in a more intimate way than most, and angels of his sphere once competed, designing new fauna to delight and foster wonder in the humans, though like most angels they became frustrated that humans lacked the capacity to appreciate them, often slaughtering a new creation for food when presented with it.

Still, Bhemariel held no resentment for humans then. They knew no better, and when Lucifer proposed educating them and making them capable of appreciating the beauty of the natural world around them, and the wonder of other living things besides themselves Bhemariel barely hesitated to join him, like many angels of his specific sphere.

They were absolutely devastated at God's punishment, the animals they had so lovingly crafted now willing and able to rip apart the fragile humans. Previously benign plants now spread discomfort and even death to unwary and uneducated people. In the early days of the war, Bhemariel was a teacher, using his vast knowledge of nature to ward humans from danger and empower them to help themselves. Soon, though, his anger outgrew his love, and he began teaching humans the savagery of nature, encouraging them to give in to the more bestial aspects of their psyche and use those impulses to their fullest. While Bhemariel gained little renown in the war, Devourers like him could be blamed for fostering the savagery any human is capable of when pushed too far.

His time in the Abyss took a further toll. Seeing humans destroy, sometimes drive to extinction, the creatures and plants he had personally had a hand in creating was devastating, and he fell upon any human souls he happened across with a feral brutality he felt nature should be enacting on the human race.

Prelude:

Stefan Wolfe was a man of simple, base appetites. Drink, fight, f!%*, sleep, repeat was his general cycle, ever since he was a teenager. When he was young, this was accepted. As a man pushing 40, in the way German culture had shifted to be even more straight laced, he was despised. Marked as a troublemaker early on in the new regime, he was barely employed, drifting from odd job to odd job for little pay and zero job security. Most people being unwilling to party with a creepy middle aged man in these times, he took it on himself to party twice as hard, alone, in the little trailer he'd set up out in the woods where nobody could charge him rent, and nobody could find him if he didn't want to be found.

Drugs being hard to come by these days, and alcohol not being enough for Stefan, he'd learned to make his own crude drugs out of household supplies and over the counter meds. He was proud of himself as he'd come up with a particularly potent cocktail this time, or so he imagined, and couldn't wait to try it out. He injected himself and...he was correct, in a way. The high was like nothing he'd ever experienced, though the side effects of injecting that much krokodil (not that he knew the name) were disastrous, particularly since he'd injected the stuff into a blood vessel in his neck. His blood circulation was quickly shut off, and his brain began starving for oxygen.

When Bhemariel, newly escaped from the Pit, found him only minutes later, he'd already started to suffer severe brain damage. Bhemariel possessed him, and was immediately wracked with pain. Barely conscious, he managed to avert his new host simply dying right after he'd first inhabited him and lay there in utter agony for hours before the pain subsided and he could finally draw a proper breath. His first new feeling was a hunger, but for what he didn't know until his gaze fell upon the empty syringe, and whatever was left of Stefan became excited. Searching his mind, the drug became known to Bhemariel, but he did not delve further into those memories just yet. Staggering out of the trailer he set about seeing to his immediate needs, relieving himself nearby and then clumsily slaying a deer for food. He assumed he'd feel better once these needs were taken care of, but he felt even worse, starting to tremble and shake as the hours passed. He sensed something wrong, but was powerless to fix it.

Not knowing where to go, Bhemariel wandered the wilderness for hours, not reaching civilization for quite some time before he came across a couple in a secluded spot in the woods, not far from a town. Suffering from severe withdrawal after only a day or so, and Stefan's general unkempt appearance, Bhemariel looked a mess. Combined with drawing on the strength to shift into his Revelatory form, the perfection of his imperfections lent him a deranged, unsettling figure. Barely able to think through the pain he set upon the man as the woman ran screaming. Knocking the man to the ground he straddled him, breathing heavily.

"W-who are you? Why are you doing this!?!" he screamed.

"I'm a monster. I'm hungry. You're in my territory." is all Bhemariel could manage as far as witty repartee at this point.

The man believed him after the third finger was consumed calmly, dispassionately. He let the man pass out and left the mutilated victim lying in the woods, the reaped Faith finally bringing an end to the physical torment he'd felt for the last day as the drugs were expelled from his system as copious amounts of black sludge from every orifice.

Still, he could finally think clearly.

Well, I'm here. What do I do now? the memory of his goals was fuzzy. He knew he'd been sent here for something by one of his superiors, but couldn't remember what. Either the experience, distance from the Pit, or Stefan's drug addled brain made remembering anything from before difficult, and he fell into a simple routine of survival for many days. It was several weeks into his newfound freedom when he started hearing whispers from people in the town when he'd pass through (cleaned up to at least Stefan's usual degree).

"There's a monster in the woods! I heard it from Klaus, it ate three of his fingers!"

"That's nonsense! He probably cut them off at work and is too ashamed to admit it."

More seemed skeptical than even entertaining the story, but enough seemed willing to believe that a plan began to form in Bhemariel's mind...

Immediate Backstory:

Bhemariel has been around for 8 years now, parlaying that initial tale of a monster into a small but growing cult centered around himself. Using his abilities, Bhemariel has made pacts with the local farmers and loggers, trading them in for various "wishes" and the occasional "free" favor to his faithful to prove he is a benevolent god...to those who show their loyalty. To those who don't, and defile his sacred woods, Bhemariel is a vengeful deity. He only ever outright shows himself to potential converts or true believers (and only in his Revelatory form, as an unnaturally perfect specimen of humanity, arrayed in the pelts of various predators and wearing a crown of antlers and thorns), but those who cross him find their businesses mysteriously blighted, houses partially destroyed by "localized earthquakes" or root damage, or disappeared, only to be found days later having suffered a gruesome fate.

Though only a few families are truly members of his cult, the rumors of his existence persist and the idea has started to permeate the community that a spirit protects the nearby forest, and caution should be taken not to anger it.

Bhemariel has yet to remember his original goal, though does remember much of his life before the Fall and during the War, enough to stoke his anger at the way humanity has treated his creations, tempered by the realization that some, like many of the people nearby, may be saved, turned back to the "True Way" of complete harmony with nature. It is this idea, and this idea alone that keeps Bhemariel from descending into complete madness, his anger held back by a hope that humanity can improve...particularly with a strong guiding hand steering them that way.


London

It is winter in Europe. The days are short and the night long, more time for a vampire to be awake.
Harvery awakes in his small apartment (it cost a blood point). Everything is in check, but you should be looking for a better place.

At your door you find a packet and the newspaper. The packet contains half of the payment of your next job. A woman want you to find a gang of thugs that attacked and abused her some weeks ago.

In the newspaper you can read that an explosion killed a whole swat squad. The authors of the bombing are unknown, but everything points toward the New IRA.

Another news title reads

- The followers of the ripper strikes again -
In, what seems to be unrelated incidents, two woman were murdered yesterday in what seems to be another imitation of Jack the ripper murderer. One of the killer was shot by the police.

You know that your sire, Isla, is going to be with her punk band giving a concert tonight.

What do you want to do?


Sheet | Willpower 5 | Blood 7/10

Harvey sets the newspaper aside as he sits down at his desk. Just another day in London. He makes a mental note to look into the ripper incident later tonight.

For now, he decides to call the woman to get more details on the attack, while the evening is still young. He has learned that new clients don't appreciate being woken up late at night for questioning.


- Paris -

An hour from dusk

Isaiah is taking a walk through les Champs-Élysées. Walking among a bunch of tourists and natives who seems to be enjoying a comfortable existence.

Everything here seems so old fashioned, even older than Isaiah. Not just people's clothing, but movies are still in black and white, the cars seems from the 30's, even the radio people use are of older design than Isaiah's one. Everything seems from the late 30's.

Reels...there are...books, in Paris...old... magic...secrets...you must find...the correct library.

- Germany -

Here in the black forest, near the border with Switzerland and France, Bhemariel have been building his domain. He have gathered some followers and even a myth about his deeds is starting to spread among the scattered farmers.

Today Stefan left his forest to meet his most faithful follower, Kurt Miller (who truly believes in Bhemariel sanctity).

Kurt :Good day ****

You ask him what is new around and he reply

Yesterday a man in an expensive dress came to see me. He wanted to buy my land. He is form some kind of company, they want to buy everyone's land around

NOte: How you want your followers to call you?


London

Woman at the phone: Yes?...ah, is you...I was walking near the Hyde park when they approached me. I didn't see them coming, but I think they had been following me for some time. They had these new Motorcyclists jackets, and had plenty of tattoos. I only heard a name of one of them, they called him Bats - she start sobbing for a moment -Sorry, it's hard for me to remember


Sheet | Willpower 5 | Blood 7/10

"It's alright, take as much time as you need."

Harvey gives her a minute to compose herself, while he jots down some notes in a notepad.

"Did they steal anything from you?"


Sheet| Willpower 5 | Quintessence 1 | Paradox 0

Flashback:
Within the comfort of a small and relatively comfortable apartment, Isaiah yawns as he performs his morning ritual after sipping a bit of coffee. Sitting down crosslegged in his bed, he quietly mumbles to himself as he rolls his favorite coin across his fingers. He feels tugging as on his eyelids and a burning sensation in his mind as he forces his perception to widen.

Arete, Difficulty 2: 3d10 ⇒ (10, 6, 7) = 23

"Roger that." Isaiah scans the area before checking some tourist guides and map for nearby libraries.


@ London

Yes, they took...everything, they left me... - And she start crying again Naked!, in the snow! - and she cries more, and you note that if you keep pushing she might collapse.

@Paris

Ok, you have your successes

So far there is no magic around in the places you have been, and there is no alteration of time. And from chaos/fate/luck, let's say that you would benefit from being in a closed space that is also famous.

As I'm understanding it, you have only used peripheral vision, where do you want to to go to make a more focused analysis?


Sheet| Willpower 5 | Quintessence 1 | Paradox 0

Flipping through brochures, Isaiah decides to go to the Mazarine Library since it's described as the oldest public library. He hums a tune as he walks and pulls his jacket more closed from the cold.


DM. wrote:

- Germany -

Here in the black forest, near the border with Switzerland and France, Bhemariel have been building his domain. He have gathered some followers and even a myth about his deeds is starting to spread among the scattered farmers.

Today Stefan left his forest to meet his most faithful follower, Kurt Miller (who truly believes in Bhemariel sanctity).

Kurt :Good day ****

You ask him what is new around and he reply

Yesterday a man in an expensive dress came to see me. He wanted to buy my land. He is form some kind of company, they want to buy everyone's land around

NOte: How you want your followers to call you?

The faithful know me as "Skadus" or "Lord Skadus", and I NEVER interact with them outside my Revelatory form (which I cannot do around normal people), like I said before. Reason being, I don't want to dilute my godliness by appearing as someone who is known around here as a useless drug abusing vagabond, and my social skills are better that way anyway. Rather than retcon things too much, since my pacts are nixed I'd say Kurt is the only one who knows how to contact me. He knows to say "Bhemariel" and I will hear him, though he doesn't know that's my name he just thinks it's some kind of summoning ritual. He'd meet me in the woods and we'd have this conversation.

"Skadus" stands rigid, hands clasped behind his back.

"How many of the locals have they spoken to so far? Do you know if they have signed any contracts, yet? What company is this? Details, Pater Miller, I trust you have at least SOME?" he says.

Skadus makes no overt gestures of menace, but conveys the sense to Kurt through subtle body language the man probably barely notices consciously.


Sheet | Willpower 5 | Blood 7/10

Harvey purses his lips and tightly grips his pencil. He takes a moment to choose his next words.

"Thank you. I know how difficult that must have been, but you've helped me a lot."

He starts to put the phone down, but adds: "I will find those thugs. Don't worry." before hanging up.

Heh...always have to try and play the hero, don't you?

He looks over his notes - not much to go on, but hopefully enough to pick up a lead. He puts on his reinforced jacket (+1 soak rolls) and holsters his heavy pistol underneath.

Then he heads toward the Hyde park area.


@London

One of the advantages of being dead is that the cold of winter nights affects you almost nothing.

The streets are lonely, the lighting is bad and in some places non-existent. Most of the people you see are beggars gathering around fires. (You hate and fear fire by the way).

The Hyde park ** is quite big, you had the exact location where the attack happened, but it happened some weeks ago, how do you want to proceed?

**Just imagine is at night

@ Paris

You reach Mazarine library some minutes before sunset. The library is free, so you can enter when you want.

You are at the entrance, and note that there is some magic in the inside. Perhaps unsurprisingly, everyone in there seems to not notice or care.

@Germnay

The man is kneeling before the majesty of your revelatory form, rarely able to maintain eye contact.

I would say that they are just starting the contacts, Lord Skadus. - The man gulps, and continue -I don't exactly know what the company does, I have never hear about them. It's some kind of mining or oil company.


"Hmph. I will need to contact more reliable sources, clearly. Spread the word to the other faithful. When they are approached by these men, have them act interested. Gather details. They are not to commit to any kind of deal under any circumstances."

"You may leave, Pater Miller. I will handle this. Unless there's something else you have to tell me?"


Sheet| Willpower 5 | Quintessence 1 | Paradox 0

Isaiah shakes his jacket and loosens it a little once he's indoors. He simply follows the source for now though once he gets near, he browses through nearby shelves before proceeding closer.

I wonder if it'll be more modern looking or like old latin stuff.


@Germany

I will do as you command, Lord Skardus -

The man doesn't have anything else to inform for now. DO you wait for new info, or do something else?

@Paris

Once inside you see that magic is lingering like a mist in the air of the Library, clouding your sight for specific things. It will take you time going through to see if there is a magic book around. (note that the books Radio was talking about were not necessarily magical in themselves)

Welcome - Salutes you a receptionist -First time on the Mazarine Library? - He offers you a form for you to fill in case you want to subscribe to the library. It ask you your name, and if you have an affiliation to an university.


Sheet| Willpower 5 | Quintessence 1 | Paradox 0

"Oui monsieur, voulez-vous m'indiquer la littérature fantastique?" Isaiah says cheerfully before pausing for a moment to consider the form. He quickly scribbles a fake name and moves on to peruse the library.


DM. wrote:

@Germany

I will do as you command, Lord Skadus -

The man doesn't have anything else to inform for now. DO you wait for new info, or do something else?

Bhemariel will slip back into the guise of Stefan Wolfe once he is sure that Kurt is gone and venture into the village to see if he can find one of these representatives.


@Paris

The man seems gladly surprised by your french -bien sûr, avec plaisir.

The people from the library indicates you the section about fantastic literature. It is a mix of older books with new 20th century literature.

Whatever you do, a hour or so after the sunset, there is a shift change
5d10 ⇒ (8, 8, 2, 7, 3) = 28
5d10 ⇒ (8, 4, 7, 9, 7) = 35

What do you do?, remember that in the library there seems to be magic designed to obscure things from sights like yours.


@Germany

Indeed, you can find one. A formally dressed man in his mid 40s

Guten tag!, mister. Do you have ownership of land around?


"Why do you ask?"


@Germany

He give a card to you, it reads - Bielenberg Industries -
I represent the interests of the company. We are interested in buying land in this area, and we are paying really really well - He smiles with what surely a well practiced smile.


Sheet | Willpower 5 | Blood 7/10

Harvey didn't expect to find any physical evidence, but he had hoped to get some eyewitness accounts. At least one of those homeless people must have been at the park when the attack happened. But the fires...

Come on, you big baby! You don't even have to get that close to talk, maybe twenty feet or so! You'll be safe at that distance...probably...

But he just can't talk himself into it. Every muscle in his body freezes at thought of approaching the flames.

Damn it. I'll have to start from somewhere else. "Bats"...could be some gormless Kindred who's bad at aliases. Only one way to find out.

He slinks off to a deserted alleyway and calls Isla.


Sheet| Willpower 5 | Quintessence 1 | Paradox 0

Well damn, clearly I can't just go around looking at all the books till I find one...

Isaiah closes his eyes and walks along one of the shelves, letting his fingers brush against the books. In his other hand, he tightly grips his lucky coin. He randomly chooses a book and hopes he finds what he's looking for before opening his eyes again.

Control Probability to pick the right book =D

Arete Roll, Difficulty 5-1 for Specialty Focus: 3d10 ⇒ (2, 5, 4) = 11


DM. wrote:

@Germany

He give a card to you, it reads - Bielenberg Industries -
I represent the interests of the company. We are interested in buying land in this area, and we are paying really really well - He smiles with what surely a well practiced smile.

Does the card give any other information? A contact number or website, or anything like that?

"I do own some land around here. I am interested in your offer...what kind of company are you?"


@London

Isla is in a concert, as mentioned in the first posts. A very noisy Punk concert, you would need to go there to meet her. Do you go? it would take you like half of the night.

Also, only rich people have cellphones.

@Paris

¬_¬

You, with great innocence, wander through the corridors until one book calls your attention. You take it and try to read it, but the book don't open.

Suddenly, half second later, you hear a voice right behind you

Excusez-moi monsieur, but you are in the section of rare Incunabula books. They are only meant for the hand of specialists in the fields. Can I see your permission?

no more than a step away from you there is a tall blonde woman in her mid 40s. Considering the heels she is using, it surprises you that you didn't hear her coming.

@Germany

Does the card give any other information? A contact number or website, or anything like that?

Yes to both. The phone number have a number code from Berlin. However, if you have read the game from the others, the world is somewhat retro. Not much people have internet connection, specially in a farmer community

We are a multinational corporation with many activities, from oil extraction to pharmaceutical endeavors. - the man show you how much money they are paying for the land and it somewhat surprises you that they are willing to offer almost three times more than the actual price.


Well, you'd made no mention of that before this post. =)

"I will need to think on this. That is a VERY generous offer. I wonder why you'd be willing to pay so much above market price though?"


@GErmany

We always think first in the well-being of the common people - And he gives you a catalog explaining their business around the world, and every native is smiling and you know the deal.


Sheet| Willpower 5 | Quintessence 1 | Paradox 0

"Oh! Je suis tellement désolé, j'étais toujours intéressé par ce genre de choses à l'école. Ai-je besoin d'un spécialiste pour superviser afin que je puisse lire? Peut-être pourrais-tu me superviser à côté du dîner et du vin..." Isaiah puts on his most winning smile after he jumps a little from the sudden surprise. He also politely takes off his sunglasses and places them in his jacket so he can get a better look at her.


@Paris
Isaiah's Charisma +**, DC 7 : 2d10 ⇒ (9, 3) = 12

**I don't know exactly what skill would go here, but you seems to have zero points in each candidate

You answer seems to put her out of balance. Although far from ugly, she seems to be the typical bookworm that have little social interactions.

eh, uhm,...Je suis désolé, but I'm afraid I'm not authorized to manipulate these books, much less near wine. - She put a face of tragedy -As I told you, only certified specialists from a university can have access to them, perhaps you can talk with one of them...

...But If you put the book down, I can accept that wine... - She say with a strange stare aimed directly at your eyes.

4d10 ⇒ (3, 1, 7, 1) = 12

You are not sure what is happening, but it is as if she were (unsuccessfully) trying to direct your actions via mind control.


Sheet| Willpower 5 | Quintessence 1 | Paradox 0

Isaiah frowns and puts his sunglasses back on.

"Hm, well I'm going to go look for a specialist here. I'm sure SOMEONE here must be qualified to show me. But thanks for the chat. I've got a craving for learning that needs to be itched." Isaiah leaves to go talk to the receptionist again.


@Isaiah

Ok, you are at the recepcionist. A diferent recepcionist than last time.


DM. wrote:

@GErmany

We always think first in the well-being of the common people - And he gives you a catalog explaining their business around the world, and every native is smiling and you know the deal.

"I'm sure. Let me read this, I'll contact you when I've made a decision. Guten tag, mister...?"


@Stefan

He gives you his name, it's random NPC # 3943483, it does not matter. What do you want to do? as things are many people will fall to the temptation of selling their lands.


DM. wrote:

@Stefan

He gives you his name, it's random NPC # 3943483, it does not matter.

What great worldbuilding. =p

DM. wrote:
What do you want to do? as things are many people will fall to the temptation of selling their lands.

"Skadus" will contact Kurt and tell him to go around and gather a list of everyone who has been approached about this offer.

I forgot, technically I need to roll Faith DC 6 to transform without spending Faith. Need one success.

Faith: 7d10 ⇒ (8, 6, 6, 4, 8, 5, 4) = 41

When his business with Kurt is done, he will begin shadowing the representative, trying to find out where he goes at the end of the day.

Stealth: 7d10 ⇒ (4, 5, 10, 10, 3, 2, 6) = 40


Sheet| Willpower 5 | Quintessence 1 | Paradox 0

Isaiah asks the receptionist if there is someone here who can handle the book and also checks to see if that lady is following him.


@Paris

The woman is not following you.

fâcheusement...but, at this time there is no one with the requirements. Maybe Friday before the sunset...Or you might want to contact an investigator from la Sorbonne to se if they can help you.

@Germany
Hey, there is nothing that scream everyday-life as random nameless people you see only once

Kurt will do the lists, in a couple of days it will encompass everyone in your radius of influence though.

==========

The man stays in a local hotel.

Link your character sheet to your alias mini-stats


Sheet | Willpower 5 | Blood 7/10

I can hardly stand that music of hers...I'll call her tomorrow.

Harvey seeks out his minor contacts, asking if they've heard of anyone calling himself "Bats". If they haven't, he'll head home and call Commissioner Silver.


London

Your lesser contact tells you that Bats is a minor thug that have been causing problem these last couple of years. He should be in jail but he seems to have good lucks and the victims rarely testify.

In fact, your contact sometimes patrols the Hyde park area, and tells you where, more or less, Bats and his gangs operate. That reduces your search to 1/4 of the total area of the park.


Sheet| Willpower 5 | Quintessence 1 | Paradox 0

Stealth: 6d10 ⇒ (10, 7, 7, 6, 10, 10) = 50

Isaiah tries to slip out of the library quietly with the book and head home.

Woo, sick roll


DM. wrote:


@Germany
Hey, there is nothing that scream everyday-life as random nameless people you see only once

Thoe people generally actually do have names though...ones they can give when asked. =p

DM. wrote:

Kurt will do the lists, in a couple of days it will encompass everyone in your radius of influence though.

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The man stays in a local hotel.

Link your character sheet to your alias mini-stats

I'm at a loss for what to do next. I'm not really built for corporate espionage. I'll think on it overnight.


@ Isaiah

You move unnoticed by the hallways of the library, but the lady of before is just in front of the book. How do you plan to take it?


Sheet| Willpower 5 | Quintessence 1 | Paradox 0

I never put it back. I took it to the receptionist.


Gotcha. My fault. You are at the outside of the library with the book in your hand, what do you do?


Sheet| Willpower 5 | Quintessence 1 | Paradox 0

Isaiah calls a cab a few blocks down and goes home to study the book.


You reach your rented apartment. The book doesn't open with any mundane mean. Tell in full detail what do you do for the next hour.


Sheet| Willpower 5 | Quintessence 1 | Paradox 0

Isaiah enjoys a cup of coffee while he cross references his knowledge of the occult with the designs and possible symbols on the outside of the book. Now that he's outside of the library, he wonders if he can discern anything about the book from his mage sight.

What do I roll with Occult? Intelligence?

Occult + Intelligence: 6d10 ⇒ (2, 6, 9, 1, 3, 4) = 25

If he gets no results from that, he'll meditate a bit and see if Radio is listening.


Sheet | Willpower 5 | Blood 7/10

Harvey searches the area for evidence of gang activity, and clues to the exact location of their hideout.

Perception+Investigation: 7d10 ⇒ (1, 3, 4, 9, 9, 5, 7) = 38

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