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Bart and Nathan Bart nods at the door. This was the abandoned workhouse that the rogue vampire was holed up in, or so his sources told him. Nathan steps back and with a swift kick blows the heavy doors off their hinges. They fly into the wide space before crashing into some machinery.  Not far from the door is an empty table with a lit lantern. A voice echoes from somewhere unknown inside the building.  “That you Nat? Wulfram not vamp enough to come alone? Sends his dog and some worthless blood bag.” A shrill laugh sounds. “Still, I’m not one to talk. I’ve become quite fond of the cattle myself.”  A bottle smashes off the lintel above your heads. Turning you see around 10 guys with a mix of clubs, pitchforks and long knives. There are eyes are glossy. Dominated. Seems like he knew you were coming. The men lopsidedly charge at you with no cries of battle. What do you do? Bart: Who do you recognize amongst the mob? Nathan: What did Wulfram tell you was this vampires name and crime? Also a reminder for Bart that if he injures a mortal while hunting the supernatural that he will have to mark corruption. Gunther and Wiseman  The stage coach had dropped you both off in Frederheim in the morning. The village was little more than a breadbasket for Altdorf but it had the unique of honor to have been a village given by the emperor to the Church of Shallya. As such it had an asylum on a small hill outside the village center. The Patroness had told you that there was a move within the winds of chaos that indicated something happening in Frederheim that could become the source of a surge of Nurglite influence in the city. Thus you had both come early in the morning to investigate.  Despite your hopes that it wouldn’t involve the asylum it became clear that there was nothing really happening in the village center itself. The villagers themselves largely left the asylum to the sisters who worked there and they had their own gardens and so had little need to come to see them either. So about midday you both make your way up to the imposing asylum. The first sign that something is amiss is the fact that the gate creaks in the breeze, unlocked and swinging freely. As you approach the steps you can hear crashing and see sparks flying behind the windows as smoke billows heavily from the chimney. The door bursts open and a man tumbles heavily as if shoved bodily from indoors.  The fall, quickly turns into a tumble before turning into a flip and in the blink of an eye he stands flourishing before you. “Step right up! Step right up! The Carnival of Nurgle is in town! Won’t you come in and join the fun. I insist!” What do you do? Wiseman and Gunther: Tell about a strange and/or horrifying attraction you see taking place behind one of the windows.
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Reserving the second post. Please post your sheet in your first post. Everyone should have a free advance, a free corruption advance and three points of corruption. I saw a few people with a level of corruption and three points but you should have no levels of corruption yet. House Rule: If you roll a miss (6 or below) you can mark a faction. Perhaps people will advance too quickly but I thought I'd try it since the game should only be updating once a week and it helps take the sting out of missing. Please note which faction you mark and if I can I'll probably work it into the miss. Faction shorthand Mortality: Empire, Dwarves Night: Vampires, Skaven Wild: Chaos, Elves Power: Colleges of Magic, the Church of Sigmar I'm not sure about orcs... Apocron fucked around with this message at 07:53 on Nov 9, 2017 |
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Bart Temple, Abandoned Workhouse Hans Johannson, an investigator with the city guard, was among the mob. No doubt he found his missing persons and the source. While it was good that he was still alive it was unfortunate to have a blade between them. He was a competent officer, willing to pool information with hunters like Bart. What is more Bart simply liked the fellow. So this complicated the matter. Bart spoke an aside to Nathan. "I'd rather not kill them if we could help it." He turned to go after his quarry but heard the unmistakable sounds of mob-on-vampire violence. He hung his head and grabbed his whip. He crouched as he swung it low at the calves of the mob. With luck they wouldn't bleed out or suffer permanent impairment. Pre-rolled a 7 in chat. I am using my whip(based off the chain, basically a castlevania inspired bit). Close/area Bladed with Silver, Has 1 Harm but Bladed adds another as well as Deadly. So 3 harm and as long as they are close enough together area ignores their armor. Take something from them: Trying to slow them down so they can't give chase. A bad spot: My Whip is pretty distinct, even if they aren't able to tell the tale it will be known I attacked them. Corruption marked. JamezBfod posted:Bartholomew Templeton aka “Bart Temple” JamezBfod fucked around with this message at 06:57 on Jan 24, 2018 |
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Nathaniel Slayne Abandoned Warehouse Nathan scoffs at the words emanating from the darkness, "You aren't worthy of the bottom of Master Wulfram's boot, much less the edge of his blade. The rules aren't complicated Isaac. So you feed on a priest of Sigmar, leave him a husk on his alter and you thought you were just going to walk away? You're a weak willed fool, and you always have been." Then a bottle crashes above him, making him whirl around. He frowns heavily as the mob of dominated humans approaches. Complicated. But perhaps he could use this to his advantage? If he could demonstrate how worthless this method of attack is, perhaps he could lure his opponent out to him? He makes a slight motion to Bart, before he dashes forward at his superhuman speed, "A horde of ghouls? Tacky, Isaac, very tacky! What did you expect this to do?" A fist goes flying in towards his face, but he manages to avoid it, but then something catches him by surprise. The humans, in their dominated state, were faster, stronger and more organized than a normal mob would be. If he were to draw his sword it wouldn't be a problem, but as it was... a cudgel hits him in the back of the head, making him stagger forward and grimace. Surely Isaac wouldn't miss this show... professor_curly posted:
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Nathaniel Slayne Abandoned Warehouse Nathan grunts as his plan to divert the attention of their target and the mob backfires. He isn't exactly sure how he ended up there, but now he is pinned to the wall by a pitchfork, while Bart whips at the mob with his weapon, tying them up by their legs somehow. Then Bart walks over, braces himself against the wall and helps pull the pitchfork out to free the young vampire warrior, but not without harm... I'll Owe Bart One for saving me and End up in a dangerous situation as part of my escape. professor_curly fucked around with this message at 16:29 on Nov 11, 2017 |
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Günther von Froheim Corrupted Asylum Günther resists the urge to recoil from the creature. It was disgusting. An Asylum. Posisbly these cultists were investigating diseases of the mind, rather than the body? Or perhaps they just liked a bunch of people that were captured, and desecrating a place sacred to Shallya to boot. Briefly, he gazed inside, and saw a sigh of a man sitting in a chair, conscious and unrestrained, as another man was making superficial cuts into his body and filling the wounds with small, white, writhing maggots. Still, lying with his life on the line was the regular, every day matter for him. He gave a rueful smile. "Oh, I'll come in, but all business today I'm afraid. Some of our allies in Atdorf have managed to secure something from a ship coming from Lustria. Quite the intriguing diseases, virulent, though the weather in Reikland is a bit chilly to its tastes, but not something that we want to unleash on 'the main stage' before someone's had a chance to improve it a bit. So we're looking for some competent, creative folks who would be able to manage Grandfather's gift, and bring out the best of that visitor from the west. So, what can you tell me about your operation here?" Lie to the Nurglite (with Heart): 2d6+2 9 I want them to expose a weakness, and I want to confuse them for some time. He hoped Wiseman would just keep mum and follow the ruse. quote:Günther von Froheim Shogeton fucked around with this message at 22:48 on Nov 11, 2017 |
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Bart Temple, Abandoned Workhouse With Nathan free, Bart held the wound in his side and noted that vampires were weak to mob violence. Pulling out his crossbow the hunter looked ahead for further trouble. This whole thing reeked of a trap. We are rolling poorly. 2 harm noted, debt noted, missing my whip, and faction(mortality) marked.
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Wiseman Blackbriar ( Blood 0 || Mind 1 || Heart 1 || Spirit 0 ) ( []Mortality 2 || []Night 0 || []Wild 0 || []Power 0 ) Health: [ ] [ ][ ] [ ][ ] || Corruption: [ ][ ][ ][ ][ ] What in Sigmar’s name was going on back there? I thought this Big jester’s been drinking and was barely keeping it together. Gunther already took the lead to chat him up. Fine by me. That’d give me the chance to get a better look at the insides. A billow of green gas had wafted through the room, and I followed the trail to a black jug. I could make out a sickly green color caked on the lid, and a couple of Big Folk who looked like they drank from it. They look like they were barely breathing. I tried to get closer, see what the hell they were drinking… Attempting The Little Folk(Heart) to sneak around and take the bauble...  … but then the jester took notice of me, and that dashed my plans. It didn’t help that someone from the back took notice of me as well and called out for “that kid in the front door.” edit: I'll mark Wild on account of what we're dealing with... pre:Name: Wiseman Blackbriar (Veteran) Look: Male, Halfling, Old Uniform Demeanor: Reserved Statistics: Blood: 0 || Heart: 1 || Mind: 1 || Spirit: 0 Factions: Mortality: 2 || Night: 0 || Power: 0 || Wild: 0 Corruption: [X][X][X][ ][ ] Gear: A Flintlock pistol [2-harm, close, loud], a cottage, a pony, and an old friend, a smart bird (Cherry), and a workspace: WORKSPACE A Junkyard of Raw Materials A Library of Old Books A Forge DEBTS Someone relies on you for knowledge and training; they owe you 2 debts: AnAnonymousIdiot fucked around with this message at 04:47 on Nov 13, 2017 |
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There's this young Big Folk named Fritz. He lived somewhere in Altdorf proper.
I met him when he came to my shop for tools. He had high hopes of being a hero, but when
I met him he barely knew the smoking end of a gun. For his sake I taught him what I knew,
so that way he'd know what he was getting himself into.
You’re working on something big for someone; they owe you a debt:
Ah, I know what you're talking about. This Big Folk Bart came to me wanting some
special armor. We chatted for a bit, and I told him I'd have his armor finished by the
end of a week. He looked like he needed this badly.
Someone keeps pulling your rear end out of the fire; you owe them 2 debts:
Gunther. This man had saved me from Chaos Folk that wanted me dead.
Then he went and stepped up patrols of Chaos. Least I can do is return the favor in some way.
MOVES:
Old Friends, Old Favors: When you first encounter and NPC, you may declare them an old
friend instead of Putting a Face to a Name and roll with Mind. On a hit, they
offer you comfort and aid, even if it exposes them to danger or retribution. On a 7-9,
tell the MC why you owe them a Debt. On a miss, tell the MC why they want you dead.
The Little Folk (Heart): When you do something clever or sneaky while no one is looking,
roll Heart. On a 7-9, you do it, and no one will notice what you did until later.
On a 10+ then won't even think to blame you for it unless they know you quite well,
or you personally tell them you did it.
Gun to a Knife Fight: When you Unleash on someone by seriously escalating the
conflict, roll with Mind instead of Blood.
Pack Rat: You may mark corruption to reach into your kit and find just the thing you
need to deal with your current situation.
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Nathan and Bart Nathan moved like liquid lightning. Mortal peasants like these were no match for his years of experience and heightened physical prowess. At first he easily weaved between their clumsy cuts and blows. But then something changed. Instead of 10 disorganized barflies they began moving like a 20 armed monster. 10 pairs of eyes locked onto Nathan and suddenly the weapons swung in co-ordinated patterns that defied even his reflexes. One slick cobblestone and blades began cutting at him, clubs began battering him. With deft moves he parried as many as he could but their goal was not to harm him but to drive him toward an awaiting pitchfork. The forks were driven deep into his stomach chest and a few of his attackers clasping it together lifted it and Nathaniel and rammed the pitchfork into the doorframe. The shock caused blood to spray forth from his lips covering the unblinking faces that showed no pleasure in his demise. Bart was quick to react to the turn of events. With a flick of his wrist and a sweep of his whip the mobs legs found themselves being torn apart. A few of them dropped immediately without even a cry. Others dropped to their knees or slipped on the fresh pools of blood. Loosing his grip on his weapon it became like a barbed net of fallen bodies and blades and allowed him to rush forward to try and help his companion. The pain caused by the whip allowed Hans to get a grip on himself. He was appalled to see the state of those around him, but even more at himself for being one of the people who’d impaled an innocent man on a pitchfork. While his fellows struggled to find their feet he threw his weight backward drawing the tines out of the doorframe and out of Nathan. At that moment Bart arrived and Hans pushed Nathan who was clasping his wounds toward him. “Go!” The two managed to work their way out of the mess. But not before one of them could take his wicked long knife and slice a deep diagonal cut across Bart’s back. The two of you make your way into the warehouse and into the forest of machinery out of the site of the mob. As you enter the narrow labyrinthine corridors amidst the machines they burst into life. Steam hisses from pipes and joints as they shudder into life and begin pumping and stamping. The corridors are not labelled so there is little for it but to choose paths randomly as you search for your quarry. Left, right, right, left. There is no apparent logic as to the floor plan until you finaly turn a corner and come face to face with a dwarf in overalls brandishing a blunderbuss. Behind him leaning casually against the machinery is Isaac.  “Gentlemen. You are persistent. Is my head really that valuable to you? No, it is valuable to Wulfram, but have you ever questioned why? Because I killed a Priest of Sigmar? They are hardly our friends. The church is a great tick sucking the city and empire dry. But such a full bloody tick is appetizing to our kind. And so he protects it to feed himself. The reason he wants me dead is not because of a murder, but because of a vision. Do you know what this factory makes? Shackles. All the technology of the Empire and the dwarves and they use it to create ways to control the people. But I want the people to free. Listen to me if you will. Or turn and leave and tell Wulfram you killed me or I escaped. I will keep my peace and Wulfram will be happy until we are ready to move at the larger problems and set this city free. Or… you can keep coming toward me and die. I will give you a choice unlike the powers controlling this city.” 2-harm to Bart and Nathan. Bart marks 1 corruption for harming mortals. Mark factions for your misses. Isaac got the drop on you. The dwarf foreman is under his mind control and has you near point blank with a blunderbuss. If either of you makes a direct attack you’re going to eat a full face of shot and have to mark a scar or die. What do you do? Gunther and Wiseman The Jester is crestfallen as you introduce yourselves as people from the city branch of the organization. “Aw, that’s no fun! You stiffs from the city! It’s all ‘When’s the next plague? What does the next plague do? Plague, plague, plague!’ What’s the fun in popping pustules, purple fevers, and peeling flesh if you can’t make a game of it?” He throws his hands up in the air in sullen resignment. “Follow me.” You walk into the asylum. The place stinks. Really stinks. It reminds you of a chaotic hospital ward, foul vomit everywhere, a burning rotten pungent garbage odor. You would throw up if you could, and if you did the place might even be slightly improved. The place seems part fairground, part research lab, part torture chamber. You see patients thrashing in their restraints while they are injected with glowing syringes. Once, when you turn a corner, you see a group of midgets laughing like maniacs at a bearded lady while theirs eyes ooze orange pus. You climb the stairs and an arrow zips past your face. The upstairs gallery has been turned into a shooting range.  A bunch of slobs with blows and arrows waddle around, out of their mind, while swilling a bottle of black liquid. At the far end of the gallery is a board with organs nailed to it that must be their targets. But the organs still seem to pulse with life.  At this point Wiseman’s curiosity gets the best of him. The Jester appears tired of the horrors of the asylum and stares into the distance, leading you with muscle memory rather than his own volition. The archers themselves seem to possess little awareness of their surroundings. They shoot at the targets, trip over themselves, punch each other and pass out only to awake for the cycle to begin again. Wiseman casually slips across to the bottle but as soon as he puts the fingers on the bottle the Jester’s head snaps around, a mad grin bisecting his face. “I knew it! Iknewit! Iknewit! Iknewit!” He bounds over to Wiseman and throws a friendly arm around his shoulder. “You little pintsize buggers love a drink. Of course you’re game to try our finest on a wee gamble.” He locks his hand around yours, gripping the bottle. In a flash he is forcing its contents down your throat by your own hand. It tastes fantastically sweet. The memory of your mother’s berry pies surfaces in your mind. Before you know it you are gulping enthusiastically and the Jester has to pull the bottle from your fist. “That’s a fun little curse disease. A little liquid hunger. The longer you leave it the stronger it gets. The more you satisfy it the more voracious it becomes. We were thinking of giving that a trial in the city anyway!” The Jester spins and continues leading you through the asylum with a bounce in his step. He leads you from the wards into the offices. Here the doors are closed but that just heightens your awareness of the sounds. Squeals, shouts, grunts, pigs, horses, humans. “It’s a wonder anyone can get anything done with this racket! At least the lady requires a little more decorum.” Sure enough, as you move down a long corridor towards a tall door at the end the sounds subside. You can read a sign affixed to the top, “Chief Apothecary.” In contrast to the rest of the gruesome place this office seems almost normal. As he throws the doors open the smell of myrrh and cinnamon wafts out. The spacious office is near and a tall woman stands at the far end in front of a set of windows overlooking the quad at the center of the asylum.  “Lady! Guest from head office!” “Come, have a look at the fruits of our labours.” She speaks without turning. As you approach the window a massive creature bound in the center of the yard comes into view. It is a mountain of flesh, ruptured greenand purple, emitting pus, gas and liquid from every orifice. It’s face is a rictus of rage and pain. Now that you are closer to the window you can see runes holding invisible chains traced around it on the ground that burn and shift. A line of slaves carry buckets to the edge of its enclosure and scoop what seems to fall far enough away from it to be considered “safe.”  They have a chained Greater Unclean One! Wiseman drinks from the bottle and gains +curse disease. If you declare something you hunger for then you gain +1 to all rolls contributing to gaining it and -2 to all other rolls. If you don’t declare something to hunger for after a while you will be taken by the hunger and I will declare something you hunger for. If you satisfy your hunger the hunger will grow stronger. They are confused as to who you are and the weakness in their organization is that big angry daemon they have chained up. If something were to mess with those runes it would cause a whole lot of trouble for everybody. What do you do? Apocron fucked around with this message at 15:07 on Dec 8, 2017 |
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This post was retconned.
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Günther von Froheim Corrupted Asylum "Well, the city is not exactly the best place to be lighthearted about things. a wrong move and we're on a pyre. Someone has to do the dull work of supporting the work. We can't all be constantly having fun. Someone needs to make sure the Witch Hunters are looking in all the wrong places." He follows, keeping his face a mask of impatient irritation when the halfling is forced to drink. He tried to interject, to say that they had places to be, but it went too fast. There'd be.... prices to pay for all that later, but for now, he'd keep up the facade. Entering the mercifully less foul smelling room, he gave a small bow. "A very good day." And walked forward when beckoned. The raising of his eyebrows was not faked at all. How long had this place been taken over? "A great Unclean one? How very, very intriguing. How did you manage to bind a creature with that amount of power? I know a fair few people who'd be sacrificing various body parts, some of them even their own to be able to bind a creature half as powerful as that." Take a name to a Face SidekickBOT - Today at 11:04 PM @Günther von Froheim: 2d6+1 = (6+1)+1 = 8 I know her by reputaiton Persuade her to give me information SidekickBOT - Today at 11:05 PM @Günther von Froheim: 2d6+2 = (5+6)+2 = 13 They do what I ask.
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Wiseman Blackbriar ( Blood 0 || Mind 1 || Heart 1 || Spirit 0 ) ( []Mortality 2 || [X]Night 0 || [X]Wild 0 || []Power 0 ) Health: [ ] [ ][ ] [ ][ ] || Corruption: [ ][ ][ ][ ][ ] Condition: +Curse Disease What did I just drink!? I had half a mind to spit what gunk I had out, but it was already too late. I drained a skin of water and hoped to Phineas things wouldn’t get any worse. Then I saw the big demonic thing that could chew up an entire regiment. Gunther was making small talk with some Big woman while the jester had either left or stayed quiet. Attempting to Figure the Jester out...  Also marking Night, cause I know where this is going... Looking back I should’ve kept my mouth shut. Or maybe make small talk with the Jester about the carnival. But those words just had to come out… “Won’t this… thing kill us all!?” Phrasing this like “What is he hoping for with the Greater Unchained One?”
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A conversation between Bart, Nathan and Isaac.quote:Bart Isaac’s eyes narrow as you try and persuade him to accept you as a trusted confidante, a hunter for his organization. “You must prove yourself if you are serious about serving the cause. You will not see our leader’s face until you have not only proven your capabilities but also your trustworthiness. Before I disappear I will notify my associates. When you least expect it you will be challenged. When you are challenged, should you succeed you will take the next step. Or you will die.” With that he sweeps around and steps into the darkness. The dwarf stays his gun trained on you until he suddenly slumps to the ground. No doubt Isaac is now gone. You pick your way back out of the warehouse. Outside blood is splattered across the cobbles but the mob who had accosted you is gone. Instead you find Hans, he sits against a wall breathing heavily, gripping Bart’s whip. “Thought you might need this Bart.” Bart stoops to help him up and with a nod there is an understanding between him and Nathan that he will see to Hans and Nathan will see to Lord Wolfram. Nathan Wolfram’s mansion in the Cathedral quarter appears quiet like all the others this late at night. But after ringing the bell and being duly escorted by the hunchbacked butler inside the place is alive with ghouls and other vampires working on the business of the blood dragons. You are led into Wolfram’s private study with little ceremony. Wolfram has little use for ceremony and as soon as you enter he lowers his reading glasses and stops scribbling on a parchment in front of him. “Well?” Bart  You lead Hans to the nearest guardhouse which happens to be in the docks. The place is buzzing as much of the skullduggery that keeps the coppers in business happens at night. When people see you helping a bruised Hans in those nearby rush over to take him out of your arms. They are enthused with thanks for you taking your time to see him to someplace safe at this time of night and they bring the first aid kits and whiskey to tend to your wounds and spirits [heal 1 harm]. Obviously Hans is much cared for by these usually rough customers. After they stop fussing over him like hens they get back to business and you’re left with Hans. “Bart, I don’t know what you were doing there but I’m glad you snapped me out it. They were inside my head. I was just interested in their little gathering because I’ve heard that group’s growing popularity. Do you know what that bastard wanted?” Gunther and Wiseman Gunther recognizes the lady as a well known philanthropist in the city. Lady Grey was it? She was a regular donor to Shalya’s temples and was loved by many of the poor in the city. She seems surprised that you’re actually interested in her research. “That is what makes this current facility our most successful to date! The key to containing a being of such power was that when we summoned it it was merely a small sentient demonic slime. It’s taken years of feeding and sacrifice to reach its current level of putrescence. The key is that since it has grown under our supervision, although it is of immense power it has no ties within the typical demonic hierarchies. No one cares that we have it enslaved because without us it would be mere mindless chaos scum. To be frank containing it is almost beyond our means. Unless we can use it some success soon I fear we will lose control of it and the whole operation will be a failure. If we could summon a real prince perhaps it could strengthen the bindings. Or the other option is to imbue it with intelligence.” Suddenly Wiseman blurts out his question. At first she seems offended but then she stares at him with interest. “You… you have been hunger cursed. I can sense it. But there’s something there. Like an affinity for it. Perhaps it is the gift of Nurgle himself. I think you would make an excellent test subject for imbuing our daemon with intelligence. You’ve learned that it would take very little to break the magic circles binding the daemon. However Lady Grey has nominated Wiseman as a test subject for giving the thing intelligence. If he will play along you can keep your cover. Otherwise they’re gonna be mighty suspicious. Apocron fucked around with this message at 15:17 on Dec 8, 2017 |
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Nathaniel Slayne Drakkenkeep Nathan drops to one knee with a practiced sweep of his cloak, resting his right hand on the ground, waiting to be addressed before speaking. He keeps his head bowed, not looking up as he gives his report. "Master Wolfram. What we thought was a snake has turned out to be a hydra. The rogue vampire Isaac is not acting alone. He claims to be part of a rabble movement which seeks to upend the control of clergy and noble over the peasants of this land. His minions were not simply mind controlled - they seemed to be acting with a united will, as though they were not all resisting his influence. The speed and strength of that unity caught my assault by surprise, and the combat ended in stalemate. Isaac still walks, for now, because his statements at the end of the battle was not the bluster of a man attempting to bluff his way through danger. From the manner in which he spoke, I suspect that there is a Chaos demagogue in Altdorf attempting to kindle the flames of civil war. If that is true, then the daemon-worshipers have broken the Nachtfrieden and attempted to drag our clans into it. If it is not true, then there is a mortal demagogue attempting to burn the world down in favor of their ideals, which is just as dangerous. I request permission to investigate this threat, that we may find the true source of these weeds before it becomes a wider problem." He looks up for the first time, eyes glinting in the moonlight, "Has my judgement ever failed you before?" Rolling to Persuade Wolfram to allow me to investigate this further. Cashing in a Debt for +3 to the roll with that last line. @Nathan Slayne: 2d6 + 4 = (3+5)+4 = 12
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Bart Temple Riverside Guardhouse Bart knew he could trust Hans, they had shared information before and it usually helped them both. This time didn’t seem any different. "Isaac the Vampire is a fanatic idealist revolutionary. He wants to overthrow government and Church alike. Normally not my business." He sipped his whisky, savoring the drink. "He drained that priest. A relatively benign Blood Organization offered me the contract. I had assumed he went feral. Common enough story, they go to the Church because the hunger is getting too much, priest can't help them, they drain the priest. But no, he leads a resistance cell. Ended up with a blunderbuss in my face and he made a speech and got away." "He also rather curiously mentioned sowing chaos. I'm concerned this resistance cell is not an isolated problem. Have there been any other events lately? Stranger things than the usual?" Hans did not seem to have anything, he was looking into the group himself. Bart bid him well and went to the Cathedral. He wasn’t a devotee of Sigmar, exactly, nor did they offer contracts to outside work. Still, he had an old friend from his days as an urchin there and it was a good excuse to catch up.  Diana, Priestess of Sigmar. Cathedral of Sigmar He sat down in a pew during the morning devotional prayers. Some gave him dirty looks, others ignored him entirely. It wasn’t long after they finished that Diana sat next to him. He smiled at her, a rarity for his usually reserved and grim nature. “Sister Diana!” They chatted idly for a bit before he got to business. “I had a run-in with the Ohms lately. One of them, perhaps a Lieutenant of some kind, was the vampire that drained that priest of yours. He got away since I went in thinking he was feral instead of a fanatic with cell members laying in wait. He made a speech that mentioned chaos.” He made sure to catch her eye. “You and I both know there is chaos and there is Chaos. Neither is good. I have a friend in the guard I can tip off if it is just rebel business. But if it’s actual Chaos then I might have some business of my own.” He let that hang there. “Have you heard anything?” Asking Diana for intel about the Ohms. Hitting the Streets. @Bart Temple: 2d6 = (6+4) = 10
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Günther von Froheim Corrupted Asylum "Hah, well, halflings do have a reputation for a good meal. Praise Grandfather Nurgle then." I say with a smile, even as my mind races. Endless hunger. Not really Nurgle's usual wheelhouse. Seems more befitting for The Prince, even if it's not quite my Patroness' area. Still, to get that recipe. As she makes the next suggestion, my first feeling is worry. This might be hard to talk myself out of. The second thought senses opportunity, particularly combined with the Hunger poor Wiseman is cursed with. And the third thought is one of guilt. I might well destroy the man, body, mind and soul ding this, but it's for the greater good, the good of my patroness, and he might well survive. Perhaps better odds than anything else. "I think I would like to see that. I'm sure a lot more could be done with a demon that has an actual mind, especially one so biddable as my friend here, if a bit curuious." He turns to look at Lady Grey. "Though, if we are to do that, I'd like a bit of time to talk to him. The two of us go back a bit, and , well, let's be honest, this is the kind of thing that might have Grandfather Nurgle take him in his final embrace." "There is the possibility. But I'm sure Grandfather Nurgle would welcome him with all his warmth if he could perform this. We would be very grateful, small brother." She said to Wiseman. "Come, we'll get things ready. We'll bring you to an office where you can make your own preparations." Shortly after, we were in a small office that smelled of old parchment mixed with pus and poo poo. This was where the Shallyans did their paperwork. The Nurglites had gone through it rapidly, but didn't seem to be too interested. I briefly made a hush sign, listening for anyone at the door, the nspoke. "Alright, Wiseman. I have a plan that might destroy that demon. But, I'm not going to lie, you are going to take a lion share of danger here. There are... some tricks that I know that would allow me to use that point where the demon would open its mind to you to utterly destroy it. However, it would require me to... perform a rite on you that is... dangerous, beyond your close up contact with a demon of Nurgle. It will be painful both in body and mind, and I'll be honest, it's not something you'll be able to really tell everyone about. But we'd take out a great threat to the people of the Empire, and I promise I will help you with whatever consequences result from it."
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[quote="professor_curly" post="478959601"] Nathaniel Slayne Drakkenkeep The elder vampire stares at Nathan for a moment that seemed to stretch with tension between them, before he waves a hand to give assent to continue. "I will seek out this resistance movement and its leader. If it is a daemon worshiping wildling then I shall destroy it. If it is a mortal, I shall entrap it into our service until such a time that final judgement is rendered. I will start with the church itself. The Witch Hunters would seem very interested in either a cult or a seditious peasant. I will go under the banner of preserving the Nachtfrieden. For now I will tell them that Isaac has been dealt with, but that there is a larger threat looming and see if they have heard anything. If it pleases you?" Master Wulfram nods and makes a dismissive gesture, "As you will. Don't come back empty handed this time." Nathan nods and then stands, giving one final bow before turning toward the door and heading for the exit. As he goes, Wulfram says "If you fail, then it will be your existence which is forfeit. I will end you." Without thinking, without hesitating or breaking stride Nathan responds, "It wouldn't be the first time." He makes it to the door before hesitating a moment, turning slightly with a bow of his head, "That was impertinent. Forgive me." Then Nathan slips out to track down a few old contacts of is own...
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Gunther and WisemanA quiet padded room in the Shallya's asylum posted:Günther von Froheim The operation was a success in obtaining its objective but a failure if you considered finesse and delicacy. As Gunther exits his trance he sees what a moment before been a beautiful masterpiece morph into a baleful sigil. Wiseman's skin seems to fray at the edges but is cauterised by the power of chaos. The sigil pulses with power and Gunther can tell that he has managed to bind many small chaos imps of Slaneesh within Wiseman's spirit.  Wiseman feels his senses white out with pain. Fortunately he is no stranger to pain and so he manages to keep himself conscious. Just as well because the imps conjured by Gunther feel like boiling hot drops of oil splashing into the water of his soul. But when the surgery is finished he can tell that although their presence is uncomfortable it does not threaten to overcome him. In fact, the hunger that had been instilled in him by the Nurgle potion seems to be contained. Before he can put a voice to his feelings both he and Gunther are aware that they are not alone. In the corner of the room is a being who radiates ravenous hunger. It squats in the corner. But at 4 meters in height its stalky arms resting on pointed knees pierce out into the room. It seems to pay no attention to the two of you but instead curious looks this way and that, as if the walls themselves were no barrier to its vision.  “What a wonderful warren.” Its voice is a sing song pitch that pulls your attention leaving you waiting for each next word. “I see, I see. You hide the imps inside the halfling. Then they put the pups inside the putrid pumpernickel.” Suddenly its eyes lock on you. “But what will you pay?” Seems like it wants you to pay some kind of offering for the services of its underlings. What will you offer? Bart  Diona ‘s eyes widen as you mention the Ohm’s. “We truly are losing the hearts of the faithful.” She buries her head in her hands and takes a moment to compose herself. When she looks back up at you her eyes are heavy with feeling. “Our current Grand Theogonist is… unpopular. He has been more focused on matters of doctrine than of hearts and minds. While he maneuvers to try and squeeze out the influence of the followers of Ulric and Shalya the Ohm’s have arisen. It’s unlike any movement I’ve seen before they don’t seem to follow any higher power. They are focused almost completely upon the betterment of mankind. It seems like a kind of madness to me. They refuse divine aid and isolate themselves from others. It doesn’t strike me as a typical chaos cult or else I think the Witch Hunters would be more excited about hunting them down. If anything it strikes me as dwarven in its almost atheistic attitude but there are no ancestors to worship. What or who they worship I don’t know. I do know that they gather at midnight. There is a cell in the church that monitoring them and we have at least one informant in their organization. According to their report they will meet at midnight during the next half moon in the imperial zoo. Sigmar help us.” It seems as if she is a bit relieved at letting off some steam about the Grand Theogonist. “It’s funny that you’re interested in this Bart. You never showed much interest in religious matters before. Maybe you’re finally softening to the call of Sigmar on your life? I see you are wounded. Maybe I could pray for you?” Nathan  Didn't realise you were gonna flesh out the consequences of your roll as I kinda need a roll to work up a situation for you to react to. In any case Wulfram is impressed with the case you made. He interrupts you to offer some of his personal resources to form a special task force to handle this situation. He’ll be expecting it back with interest though. You can choose one: A small unit of trained human mercenaries. (Small group 2-harm 1-armour) One of Wulfram’s magic items. A monstrous bat he keeps as a pet. Or you can make a special requisition for some other resource you consider Apocron fucked around with this message at 15:15 on Dec 8, 2017 |
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Günther von Froheim Corrupted Asylum It... worked, in a sense. But perhaps to think he could create something artful in a place like this was naive. What was more concerning was the demon appearing. And Günther was not in a position to act like a good faithful imperial citizen being shocked by its nature. Very well. Deal with things as they come. Wiseman should realize this was to stop an actual evil, and the two of them were somewhat tied together, considering with that sigil, he would be in serious trouble if he went to the witch hunters with this. But he could find a way to repay this one without angering his Patroness and without sinking too deep into depravity. "A feast." he answered. "We will return to Altdorf, and I will start organizing a great feast. Food will be piled high, ale and wine will flow freely. The masses of Altdorf will be presented with foods in qualities and quantities they would normally never see." And if he could get some of the fancy nobles in Altdorf on board, there'd be cooks that could turn this into some fine craft, cooking could be an art, could it not? And Wiseman woud realize that Günther was nothing like these... callous Nurglites. "The folk feast for fun frequently. My succor is succulent suffering. You, the people, the patroness. Someone must feel the pain of a feast to me." The demon answered "Pain marrying pleasure pleases me." No dice. It never went that way with these deals. He should have checked. He should have made sure to check the price before buying. If he didn't make a deal, the demon could do some pretty terrible things to Wiseman. "I'll... I'll find six people, in good health in Altdorf. I'll lock them in my estate, where they will starve and thirst, as others eat there. Payment to you." The demon looked at him, and his grin terrible and awe-isnpiring made Günther's stomach turn. "Six. But not just any six. Six of your own staff. Six people who trust you. Of the people that keep you looking so... elegant." I hesitate, I doubt, like a snake my mind tries to find a way out of the trap I set for myself. Promise it and renege on it, is of course an option, but there are likely even more terrible prices to pay there. But right now, right here, I am out of ideas. "I accept." I croak out, and it sounds like a death rattle. I will save thousands with this. How many innocents has the Empire slain for far less good? What are six in the greater scheme of things? I'm a good liar, but there's limits to how good I can lie to myself. Shogeton fucked around with this message at 00:49 on Dec 14, 2017 |
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Bart Temple - Sigmar Cathedral Bart grimaced a bit. In part because she reminded him of his wounds but mostly because they were about to have the discussion about having a come to Sigmar moment. "You know I won't fit in. Too violent for Shallya and I cant stand to be subordinate to - " he hushed his tone and made sure no-one else was close "pompous asses who care more about prestige and influence than putting the boot to chaos and the night-kin who won't play nice. I have my regard for Sigmar, you know that. I would accept your prayers on my behalf gladly." “The Church is more than the sum of its worst parts but I understand. I trust that Sigmar watches over his faithful and will see us through this period.” seeing that you are open to being prayed for she reaches over and recites a litany honoring Sigmar’s care even for the weakest in faith (herself amongst them). You feel a warmth suffuse you as your wounds miraculously knit themselves together leaving you whole Bart held his tongue and adopted his approximation of a reverent pose while she recited the litany. There was no denying the Church had Power. "Thank you for that. I wonder if there are others who share your concerns. This political agenda can't be satisfying those with true hearts." "Let me show you." She walks you through the Cathedral. At first she leads you to the private naves. Guards watch who enters and leaves but with her escort you are nodded through. Inside you see nobles in their finery offering private gifts to Sigmar while Priests whisper blessings and gossip in their ears. Next she takes you to common pews at the back of the main hall. You see the poor crying out to Sigmar, tears and candles dedicated to begging for his intercession. "I wish to help these people but the Grand Theogonist has bigger fish to fry. There will soon be a congress to elect a new emperor and he is doing all he can to lobby the aristocracy to choose his candidate and so he needs to focus on quelling the factions in the church." Bart looked at them for a time before turning to Diona “What do they Pray for?” [What are they hoping to get from Praying to Sigmar?] I feel…” He paused, fighting with his own self-interest, “I feel moved to to help them. What could I do?” [How could I get these people in my debt?] Lost on my third question for now, I know they get to ask one of me too.
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Nathaniel Slayne Drakkenkeep The younger vampire bows and asks to take the Liar's Tongue, a necromantic artifact that writhes in the presence of lies. It would be sure to help him in the next phase of the investigation. The top priority would be to make sure these "Ohms" aren't a front for one of the Chaos factions in the city. If it is rabble rousing other rabble, that is one thing. If the wildings were the ones attempting to stir up the rabble, that would be something else entirely. Idly, Nathan wonders if the Vampire Clans of Altdorf would be enough to wage an open war against the secretive cultists. An unimportant question, in the end. Still, Nathan heads into the darker portions of the city, attempting to find one of the Chaos cults in the city to start asking hard questions... @Nathan Slayne: 2d6 = (1+4) = 5 Or Maybe Not
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Wiseman Blackbriar ( Blood 0 || Mind 1 || Heart 1 || Spirit 0 ) ( []Mortality 2 || [X]Night 0 || [X]Wild 0 || []Power 0 ) Health: [ ] [ ][ ] [ ][ ] || Corruption: [ ][ ][ ][ ][ ] Condition: +Curse Disease I say to myself that this was going to keep me out of trouble. It was hard to keep saying that as Gunther did his work. Each cut into my back felt like it burned, even after the work was finished. I can’t believe that we’re actually doing this and that somehow, this will lead to killing these Chaos worshippers. I rack my brain to figure out what angle Gunther was playing… Rolling to Figure Out Gunther: /r 2d6+1 #figureGuntherOut SidekickBOT-Today at 3:31 PM @Wiseman Blackbriar: 2d6+1 figureGuntherOut = (6+6)+1 = 13 I'll try, "What does Gunther seek to gain from this?"
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Bart Temple - Sigmar Cathedral Diana frown furrows as she wrestles with your question about prayer. "It's hard to put a label on what the people seek from Sigmar." She gestures with her left hand. "On the one hand people ask for help in their day to day stuggles. A child with an illness, a co-worker who frustrates them, or even just for the bread they need to survive." She gestures with her right hand. "On the other hand they worry for their immortal souls. The powers of evil are real and with the wars we've seen with monsters, the cults that steal people to sacrifice to their dark gods, the walking dead who even have a province within the empire itself, people need hope in something that wants to look after them. The emperor who brought us all together and will one day return to create an equal and blessed empire is that hope." She brings her hands together in prayer. "So I suppose that they pray in hope that the emperor will do something. Either helping with their personal problems or by fixing the empire itself. Sigmar knows that I don't continue in the church because it's perfect. But I do believe he does work through it. But speaking of working.If you want to help you can do it more directly. Perhaps Sigmar even brought you hear today because of the work. Recently prices in the markets have increased because of something harassing the caravans as they pass by the nearby woods. The parishoners have asked me for help but the soldiers of the church are caught up in politics of the church, much as the army are caught up in the politics of the empire. Perhaps you could find whatever is preying on the caravans? I know the merchants would reward you and should prices return the ordinary people would be much obliged. What do you do? Nathaniel Slayne - Slums The easiest way to dig out chaos was to head into the darkness and dirt of the slums. Not because the people there were any more inclined toward chaos, just that the machinations of the cults did little to bother the average watchman if the neighborhood wasn't well-heeled enough to make it worth their while. Someone dressed in even normal clothes that weren't dirty or in ill repair couldn't help but stand out but Nathaniel was on a mission to break the grip of chaos on the city to free up the blood dragons to cement their own hold on the city. Eventually he finds a derelict building that even the local beggars seem to take wide birth when passing. Striding in he finds bodies strewn around barely breathing. Obviously strung out on some kind of illicit substance. But in the middle sits a finely carved chair and sitting in it as a mammoth of a man. In front, behind, around him prances a halfling who coos and gibbers. Somersaulting and tumbling.  Occasionally the man gives out a low belching laugh. The hairs on the back of your neck tingle as you become aware, it seems that the bodies that were strewn around were not arranged at random. You are caught in some kind of magic circle. What do you do? Wiseman and Gunther - The Insane Asylum ((Assuming a period of time where Wiseman gets the answers to his question)) The purple abomination nods acquiesence to your proposal. "Oh I do delight in giving the Patroness's toys a twiddle. Have your imps and blast this nurgelian filth hole into hunks." The thing implodes into purple smoke and is gone in a moment. With your preparations complete the guards eventually collect you and take you to the courtyard. Lady Grey awaits with a strange metalic cap that is ajoined with wires that lead to the circle. "Wear this and our work will be complete. We will possess the most powerful demon near Altdorf and unleash a plague that will scourge the whole world." Wiseman manages to keep a straight face as he walks forward and dons the cap. Lady Grey begins chanting and the air throbs with power as it seems to reach a crescendo suddenly Wiseman's body convulses. A purple shock erupts from his crown and the bolt flashes along the wires into the circle and enfuses the Greater Unclean One. There is a pregnant pause.  The Unclean One explodes outward birthing hundreds of gnashing purple imps armed with knives.  They begin stabbing every part of the unclean one that wasn't blown to pieces. Knifing the slaves with the buckets. Knifing the guards and warriors. Everyone except you two, lady Grey and the jester who all stand stunned. What do you do?
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[quote="Shogeton" post="479179607"] Günther von Froheim Corrupted Asylum Güntehr's face was mixed. He really, really wanted to stop that demon, but when 'The Patroness' was mentioned, there was a desperation there. The usually suave and collected noble looking suspiciously like a rat frantically looking for an exit. Güntehr wants to save people, but he also wants to work off his debt. After that, mercifully, things go according to plan. Thought about what he had sworn to do can vanish, as he waits with tension as the ritual progresses. If this didn't work, if she found out. They were all dead, or worse. It does work. It doesn't get found out. The work of the Nurglite constructs bursts apart in hunderds of ravenous imps. He saved Altdorf. Perhaps even the Imperium, and weakened Nurgle and provided a service to his Patroness. Now, all to do was to make sure he got out alive. And the first thing to do was to shed some blood. He hoped that he could do this without asking Her help. That simple steel would suffice. He had other options but... that might put him further in debt. He looks around, as if stunned himself, moving closer to Lady Grey. "What's happening?" He said. And while she might be busy formulating an answer, he thrust out his blade at her. @Günther von Froheim: 2d6+1 = (4+1)+1 = 6
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Nathaniel Slayne The Shadow King's Court? "Harken to me, cursling. What is your purpose here, and whom do you serve?" quote:The mammoths neck lolls to your direction. "Who would enter my court so rudely and speak before being granted audience." He raises a hand and you feel the tension begin to heighten to an almost unbearable level. Nathan puts on a brave face and casually rests his hand on his sword, affecting a false sense of etiquette to hide the realization that this creature was more powerful than he had anticipated. @Nathan Slayne(Keep your cool): 2d6+3 = (3+2)+3 = 8 He gives a dramatic bow, speaking with the easy contempt of a Vampire Lord unconcerned with the petty magics of a sorcerer, attempting to hide his concerns underneath the cool mask of undeath. "Forgive my impertinence, I was merely unsure that I had found the correct place. You must understand matters of great import have been afoot in the city, and it has fallen to me to ascertain the truth of the matter before the living start having one of their fits." Nathan begins to circle the man casually, walking along the leylines of power as he gets to the matter at hand, "You see a human priest of Sigmar was recently attacked in a very brutal and most obviously vampiric fashion by having all the blood drained from his body. Now of course the offending vampire had to be put down, which is how I spent the sunset hours of this most beautiful night. However to my surprise instead of finding a feral beast, little more than an animal devoid of its senses, I found a lucid madman who during his rant invoked chaos as one of his motivations. Now of course it is well known that the Undead and Chaos are no friends, and I have never heard of such a union before... But then it occured to me that there is always a first time. Then I thought that a vampire killing a priest of Sigmar, starting a war between the living and dead... Well it just had all makings of a plot by one of your Way-Changers. So I have come to ask directly - is this a plot by the forces of Chaos, or merely the ravings of a madman?"
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Bart Temple - The Monk’s Hood He slammed down yet another pint. “So we get to the vampire and he’s not feral, he’s ranting and raving about the oppressors this and sowing chaos that. Got a blunderbuss in my face and I have to talk my way out of it. He made a vague threat and split.” He motioned to Stephen that he wanted another one. “I brought the guard back to his shack and then went to see if Diana knew anything about the Ohms.” He put a hand on Rocco’s shoulder for a moment. “Remember Diana? She went into the clergy the same time I got into the gang. Anyways I got a bit from her but somehow I managed to talk myself into hunting down a monster whats going after the caravans.” He took his mug from Stephen and motioned wide with it. “I gotta go all the way around some Wolf territory and dodge a group of Feys but I get down there. They’ll let me go along with a Caravan, see if it gets hit. ‘No problem!’ They say.” He takes a swig from his new tankard. “I tell you, when they are scared out of their wits that is one thing. When they are putting on a nice fake smile and promise the moon you know the job is going to be a shitshow.” He stared into his drink. “But I promised Diana I’m going to do it so I’m heading out after whatever the damned thing is anyway.” Bart finished his drink quietly, finally content with his inebriation. “So you you guys know anything on the Ohms? They making inroads on the gangs? Or has anything extra shady been going on? Can’t be too careful with Chaos, man. The poo poo I’ve seen…” I’m going to get drunk at the pub and talk to Stephen and Rocco to see if they know anything. There was a failed roll in there as well but aside from GM hints it is going to be a real nightmare monster I was never sure how it resolved.
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Wiseman Blackbriar ( Blood 0 || Mind 1 || Heart 1 || Spirit 0 ) ( []Mortality 2 || [X]Night 0 || [X]Wild 0 || []Power 0 ) Health: [ ] [ ][ ] [ ][ ] || Corruption: [ ][ ][ ][ ][ ] Condition: +Slaaneshi Tattoo If nothing else I had a front-row seat to the ritual going pear-shaped. I had to think quickly; it’s only going to be a matter of time before they figure it out. I thought of making a run for it; being so small meant that I’d disappear under their noses. Then I see that Gunther tip his hand and try to kill the lady who appears to be in charge. So much for secrecy… I thought it over in a few seconds before making an attempt of my own. She appeared to be distracted by Gunther’s attack… Attempting a roll to help Gunther with Faction; /roll 2d6+2 #helpGuntherOut @Wiseman Blackbriar: 2d6+2 helpGuntherOut = (4+5)+2 = 11
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