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I am Communist
Apr 19, 2002



https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DeumyOzKqgI




Taver Einklassen - Pal’s Diner, Clefton Suburbs, Star City, Nu York, Federated States

Plates clinked with silverware and the smell of pancakes permeated everything. In a corner booth a black coffee sat untouched. Taver sat across from the Grey-man. The being looked grim. They used to scare Taver before he remembered the past more clearly. “Legion.” Taver said the being’s name quietly. They were many and the same this Legion. The being tipped its hat and slid across the table a piece of parchment- parchment! Who still wrote with that? A single symbol was written on it. Looking at it he could see it was an inverted cross. A child giggled from another table, the only other being aside from Taver who could see the thing sitting across from him. As Taver looked back the Grey-man was gone, a faint scent of brimstone over the scent of syrup.

The messages and symbols were coming more and more often lately all adding up to one thing. Outside of the window, church bells rang from the cathedral across the street…


You have held back your powers all these years. However, the signs cannot be denied. It. is. time.




Sante Alberighi - Star City Downtown Public Library, Star City, Nu York, Federated States

The Van almost struck Sante. Almost. The brush with death making his heart beat quickly and his life flash before his eyes. The story must be told. In a dream Sante dreamt that within the library he would find an answer how the end should begin. The stacks went up 8 floors and down into a sub-basement. He had never been to this branch before. A feeling as if Sante should go down below came and went. Looking over to his right, he could see an old set of elevators with a portly security guard standing in front of them. To his left was the children’s section while the information desk sat in front of him. An elderly librarian looked up and smiled warmly at Sante. He could leave if he wanted to. Right now. Or go with his strange dream feeling.


You haven’t even written the first word or begun the story. It can go anywhere you want, since you also are a part.





Shiva Das - Dansen’s Hot Yoga and Noodle Bar, Uptown, Star City, Nu York, Federated States

Shiva completed his pose, leading the class through their simplistic meditations and stretching exercises. He had learned all of their names, mostly beautiful young women. Maybe one or two would be ready for awakening. Eventually. The visions of spiritual beings and those that could become enlightened and transformed occurred almost constantly now. Shiva breathed deeply remembering. Then there was the first one.

He had left work, computers on his mind as he cut through Centrist Park. The crack-addled homeless man surprised him. He had thought Shiva was ignoring him but he was only deep in thought. The man had pulled a knife on him, the corpulent thug exposing blackened stubs of teeth and stinking breath. Without thinking and quite knowing it, Shiva pushed the man’s very soul and spirit. The man exploded.

A woman jogging by screamed as the skeleton also screamed as it ran. A dagguth-shar. The name came unbidden into Shiva’s mind. A screaming tormented spirit, who always would reflect on its past misdeeds. It disappeared into the nearby lake, sinking into the bottom.

Shiva snapped back to the present. The instructor’s hand on his shoulder. “Are you ok Shiva? Thank you for leading the class today.” She pointed at her broken leg still in a cast. “I owe you one.”


Shiva remembers a use of his power. He realizes he can do it again. Yoga class is over.





Francis Edgerton - The Mini-dome, East Side, Star City, Nu York, Federated States

Renting the mini-dome had consumed the last of the funding his group had. This would be it. The revival. The teens and younger adults would go out and talk to the Millennium Crowd, and the adults would talke to the Baby Bombers. They would preach about love. Harmony. Peace and light. A god that would love and care for them. It was all bullshit...mostly. The Crystal Ascension and his god didn’t care about mortal concerns. The way was the path, the path was the road to ascension, ascension would lead beyond this mortal shell and into the greater universal truth. Many wouldn’t make it but he would. First he would regain followers and popularity, the rest would follow. The money, drugs, sex. He could feel it. The end would be his new beginning, once he left it all behind. The elderly members of the congregation would see to it that people were registered. He wouldn’t get everyone, but he had two weeks to try.


Your little cult is going to have a revival! You can still get the deposit back though, if you want to try something else. Anything you want to do to prepare or even take to the streets to bring in more people is possible as well.





Detective Stephen "Steve" Kane - CSPD HQ, Heaven’s Kitchen, Southside, Star City, Nu York, Federated States

In his dreams and waking moments, he caught glimpses of a world ravaged by environmental forces. Raging rivers, hurricanes and floods, tornados and exploding volcanoes. Earthquakes, thunder and lighting as fire rained from the skies. He could see feathered and reptilian creatures running and mammalian simian creatures clutching babies to their breasts running. But there was no where to go. In the center of it all stood a gathering of impossibly tall shadows. “Tabula Rasa”. Whispered into his brain. Then Steve was in the center of the circle, he was the focus. He was the cause. Suddenly all of the bitterness and pain, the unfairness and filth of the world was on him and in him. There was no way to get rid of it. It was weighing him down. Drowning him. Killing him. He knew that he had to do it. And so he did. The destruction suddenly was him and as he destroyed everything the filth and hate washed away. Followed by...relief.

“Kane! KANE!” The voice snapped Steve out of his thoughts. The fat sargent’s chins quivered. “Captain wants to see ya!” He jerked his thumb at the closed office door. As Detective Kane entered he heard a voice, like a whisper on the wind. “Wipe them out. All of them. Cleanse the filth and the surface of the world. Bring balance and ease their suffering...”

The captain sat behind his desk. His balding patch visible from a worried brow as he stroked his large mustache worriedly. “Sit down Kane.” He said with a sigh. “He’s back.” “The Handler is back.” Detective Kane was floored. The child killer had eluded him for years and now suddenly after 5 years of nothing resurfaced?! Before he could speak Captain Mars cut him off. “I’m giving the case to Sanchez. You’re too close to this one. I’m sorry Kane, but that’s the way it’s gotta be.”


A vision. An old foe. The captain is pulling you off the case and putting the rookie detective onto it. The Handler is an extremely prolific serial child killer. He taunts the victim’s families with parts of the victim still alive before mailing them the corpse. He always lets the newspapers know the package tracking numbers. Will Kane let this slide or speak up?





Akua - Dockside, Old Town, Star City, Nu York, Federated States

The dockhands brought the ship into port as the portmaster examined the shipping manifest. Everything seemed to be in order. Just a customary inspection of the containers for contraband or human trafficking and-

*BANG BANG BANG*

The man looked at the ship’s mate sideways. “What, exactly was that?”
-----------------
Akua had slipped out of the military’s net a month ago. Leaving a trail of corpses and a few surprises in his wake, he finally lost them when the Federated States agent they sent after him died tackling them both off of a waterfall. Special Agent Gerard said something about a one-armed wife as they fell. In any case he did not survive but Akua had. Broken and bleeding, he didn’t have much biomass for cell growth and it was a struggle to just keep himself together. He had gotten onto a train and that train had taken the container to a shipping yard. His body instinctively killed and absorbed the rats as he fell into and out of consciousness. He had awoken in darkness, entombed. He could see easily in the dark, his enhancements had seen to that.

A door stood between himself and freedom, it wasn’t a choice really. Throwing his shoulder against it, the door boomed open after three tries. It struck two men with the force of a truck, knocking one overboard and the other to the ground.

A pair of shoes had flown off the man’s feet as he lay on the ground below Akua. Did this mean the man was dead?


No witnesses. Akua makes his entrance. He doesn’t have a lot of biomass and his appearance isn’t disguised yet. However, there is a convenient unconscious man in front of him.






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I am Communist
Apr 19, 2002



Character Name - Location [[[In order of Smallest to largest, separated by commas]]]
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Regular text. This is the flavor Text. flower text. What we all came here for.
Not a novel spanning several pages unless it's really called for.
Not low effort garbage.
Not a one word reply to a GM post unless its a conversation over posts.


Two lines of blank space followed by OOC Italics, This is the communication to GM and the 4th wall. Format:
Qualities [+X], or Abilities [+X] used on an Action. A short and sane description on what you are doing. Punching Danny. Blowing up Moscow.



At the bottom of every post AFTER OOC italics, post the following (Easiest if you quote me and delete the rest of the post not pertaining to your character)

  • Player: HiKaizer
      • Taver Einklassen

    • Faction: The Lords of Chaos
    • Qualities:
      • Living Weapon [+2]
      • Lifetime of Knowledge [+2]
      • Intimidating [+2]
    • Apocalypse Ability:
      • Shadow Control [+2]
    • Drawbacks:
      • Soul Scarred [-2]
      • Wroth [-2]


  • Player: LupusAter
      • Sante Alberighi

    • Faction:The Storytellers
    • Qualities:
      • Artist [+4]
      • Conversationalist [+2]
    • Apocalypse Ability:
      • Baptized with Ink
    • Drawbacks:
      • Perfectionist [-2]
      • Erratic [-2]


  • Player: MiltonSlavemasta
      • Shiva Das

    • Faction: Terminators of The Kali Yuga, Knowers of Ultimate Reality
    • Qualities:
      • Computer Expert [+2]
      • Yogic Arts [+2]
      • Charisma [+2]
    • Apocalypse Ability:
      • Advaita Vedanta, Brahmic Magic [+2]
    • Drawbacks:
      • Unleashed [-2]
      • Federal Intelligence [-2]


  • Player: Quornes
      • Francis Egerton

    • Faction: The Crystal Ascension
    • Qualities:
      • Duke of Bridgewater [+4]
      • What Doesn't Kill You...[+2]
    • Apocalypse Ability:
      • The Crystal Plates [+2]
    • Drawbacks:
      • Like the Cult? [-2]
      • The Flesh is Weak... [-2]


  • Player: Rhjamiz
      • Detective Stephen "Steve" Kane

    • Faction: Tabula Rasa
    • Qualities:
      • Investigator [+2]
      • PPAT [+2]
      • Pistol Qualification +2
    • Apocalypse Ability:
      • Storm Lord [+2]
    • Drawbacks:
      • Anger Management [-2]
      • Soft-Hearted [-2]


  • Player: Valhawk
      • Akua

    • Faction: Akua [Himself], (Phyrexia Style Propagation)
    • Qualities:
      • Ruthless Manipulator [+4]
      • Improved Body [+2]
    • Apocalypse Ability:
      • Flesh [+2]
    • Drawbacks:
      • Inhuman [-2]
      • Hubris [-2]

I am Communist
Apr 19, 2002



saved for record keeping etc.

Rhjamiz
Oct 28, 2007



Detective Kane - CSPD HQ, Heaven’s Kitchen, Southside, Star City, Nu York, Federated States


Kane slammed his fist down on the Captain's desk.

"loving Sanchez?! This is bullshit, Captain." He pointed at Captain Mars for emphasis. "The Handler is my loving case, you can't just take that away from me now, right when we're this loving close." Kane fumed.

"You can't do this to me, Captain. I'm not gonna let Sanchez be the one to bring this guy in."


I'm a loose cannon, but a drat good cop. Gimme back my case!

  • Player: Rhjamiz
      • Detective Stephen "Steve" Kane

    • Faction: Tabula Rasa
    • Qualities:
      • Investigator [+2]
      • PPAT [+2]
      • Pistol Qualification +2
    • Apocalypse Ability:
      • Storm Lord [+2]
    • Drawbacks:
      • Anger Management [-2]
      • Soft-Hearted [-2]

Valhawk
Dec 15, 2007

EXCEED CHARGE


Akua - Dockside, Old Town, Star City, Nu York, Federated States

Akua looked down at the man, weighing his options. On the one hand he had no idea where he ended up or how to lay low. On the other, he desperately needed biomass if he was to be able to do anything. Akua considered this for an instant than dragged the injured man back into the container and set to work consuming him as quickly as possible. Once he was finished, he would steal the man's clothes and make his getaway.

Using Flesh [+2] to consume this guy as quickly as I reasonably can.

  • Player: Valhawk
      • Akua

    • Faction: Akua [Himself], (Phyrexia Style Propagation)
    • Qualities:
      • Ruthless Manipulator [+4]
      • Improved Body [+2]
    • Apocalypse Ability:
      • Flesh [+2]
    • Drawbacks:
      • Inhuman [-2]
      • Hubris [-2]

Quornes
Jun 23, 2011


Francis Egerton - The Mini-dome, East Side, Star City, Nu York, Federated States


Its been so long since hes been to the city, staying in the quiet and safe countryside, that the smog comes as an unwelcome remembrance. Not that it would bother his lungs anymore. Francis pulls out his...smartphone they're called? One of the newer members had given him it. Checking the time, he can see its almost the anointed hour of the 'revival'. Its an important day that'll set the tone for many events to come.

Now, the easiest people to recruit have always been the young and naive, so he had his followers put up posters and such on the local college campus. To get further exposure there will be a livestream. The idea that anyone could pick up this tiny hand held phone and have a video camera was mind boggling to him. But if he could use it to spread his message even further, and get donations via the "world wide web". What any event really needs though is...a miracle.

Before he used to have a hired fella in the audience, sitting a wheelchair. Another would loudly badger him for proof of the healing power. Francis would accept his challenge, loudly, and the wheelchaired man would roll up. A bunch of nonsense words were said and then the man walked, healed by you. Francis instructs his cultists to encourage an actual disabled person to show up at one. For while it was fake before, now he truly has that power


Using Duke of Bridgewater [+4] to gather up the impressionable and recruit them to my cause, while panhandling online and in person during the seroms. If my cultists can bring in someone who say can't walk, I will heal with with The Crystal Plates[+2] and use them to promote the cult even further.





  • Player: Quornes
      • Francis Egerton

    • Faction: The Crystal Ascension
    • Qualities:
      • Duke of Bridgewater [+4]
      • What Doesn't Kill You...[+2]
    • Apocalypse Ability:
      • The Crystal Plates [+2]
    • Drawbacks:
      • Like the Cult? [-2]
      • The Flesh is Weak... [-2]

LupusAter
Sep 5, 2011



Sante Alberighi - Star City Downtown Public Library, Star City, Nu York, Federated States



Sante sees something familiar in the librarian's eyes. The air of someone who understands and treasures his place, guarding accumulated knowledge and stories. He approaches the desk, and after pleasantries and introductions are exchanged, he makes his request:

"I have come here in search of inspiration, but I can feel that both you and I know that a rigorous search would be a fool's errand. So I'll trust you instead: what is the best story in the whole library?"


Letting go of the reins and trusting the dream's intuition to find a suitable starting point. Conversationalist[+2] applies here, to coax the librarian to give an honest opinion instead of some inoffensive statement to make the conversation end.



  • Player: LupusAter
      • Sante Alberighi

    • Faction:The Storytellers
    • Qualities:
      • Artist [+4]
      • Conversationalist [+2]
    • Apocalypse Ability:
      • Baptized with Ink
    • Drawbacks:
      • Perfectionist [-2]
      • Erratic [-2]

I am Communist
Apr 19, 2002



Detective Kane - CSPD HQ, Heaven’s Kitchen, Southside, Star City, Nu York, Federated States



Captain Mars pointed a finger at Kane's chest. "I warned you Kane. You're a loose cannon and I can't have you blowing this case due to some vendetta!" The man was turning red, as if this was indeed the last straw. "The last perp walked because you beat the confession right out of him! He killed two more co-eds before he was caught again. I'm putting you on a two week suspension, leave your gun AND your badge on your way out!"

The Captain's phone rang and he turned his back on you. A young female officer opened the door sheepishly. She didnt mean to hear your conversation. It was officer Johnson, fresh out of the academy. He eyes were wide with the awkwardness of the situation. "S-s-sorry detective Kane." She blushed. Trying to think of something to say she blurted out. "My birthday is tomorrow. You can come if you want..." she trailed off, realizing how stupid she sounded considering the situation.




Akua - Slums, Old Town, Star City, Nu York, Federated States
The man was soon absorbed, meat and bone. Akua's frame filled out again. Musculature rippling with unspent energy and nutrients. The sounds of the man shouting in the water and splashing had faded. The cold dark waters taking care of him. With a great leap Akua was on the docks and sprinting for the mesh fence. The barbed wire on top hung limply if at all and with several deftly timed jumps he was running. Running into the city. As Akua reached the fringes of what signs called "old town" he kept to the alleyways and shadowed corners. Streetwalkers, vagrants, pimps and pushers all roamed the area freely. As the guilty often did, they scattered like roaches whenever a police car would drive by. A groan at Akua's feet showed a man beyond caring. The drunk smelled of the unwashed, booze, excrement, and his own sick. Used needles and bottles littered this alleyway. It was located conveniently nearby a church if one needed a soup kitchen.



Francis Egerton - The Mini-dome, East Side, Star City, Nu York, Federated States


The size of the first meeting was pretty decent. At least 250 to three hundred people were in attendance. These ranged from bored kids, wife eyed new age initiates, to even a few attending ironically. A few legally but not 100% blind people, arthritic elderly, and even one good honest paraplegic were rounded up in Francis' net.

This would be interesting. Even his loyal cult members hadn't really seen the true power of the crystal plates. The sermon contained all of Francis' cons but this time it was real. As the people were healed he got a few eye rolls and disbelieving glares from the audience. However many were intrigued. Almost everyone took the pamphlets and free refreshments afterwards. When it was over, at least 50 people were waiting to speak with Francis. Only about 5 were crazy, 10 were serious about joining the faith(including those he healed an their SOs), the rest were unsure.

It was the testinony of those healed when speaking about their experiences that hooked the others in. A vision of a peaceful endless plane with endless voids and darkness above and a hidden shape large and omnipresent. God.




Sante Alberighi - Star City Downtown Public Library, Star City, Nu York, Federated States


The man smiles. He's very old and his skin is weatherbeaten, a pair of spectacles perched on his nose. He seems to think for a minute. "Now that is an odd way to ask a question. I'd say my favorite story would be in fiction. Though some would believe it to be non-fiction depending on who you ask." He shrugged before continuing. "A very interesting work. A collection one would suppose of grim stories, not quite-nursery rhymes and tales. They have been transcribed and translated many times and most of these stories are rare and quite unheard of. The book is in the basement. Give the guard this note."

The librarian scribbled on a pad and ripped off the paper. "He will let you through now. The book is called: The long dreams of Arbeth Kine and other stories." The man seemed to weaken a bit and the lights flickered slightly. He gripped the desk to regain his balance. "Oh my. This building is very old. I hope you find what you are looking for Mr?"

HiKaizer
Feb 2, 2012

Yes!
I finally understand everything there is to know about axes!


Taver Einklassen - Pal’s Diner, Clefton Suburbs, Star City, Nu York, Federated States

Legion. Maybe it was the original demon written of in the Bible. Maybe it just took its name from the story. Maybe it was only the most recent in a line of Legions. Taver remembered Baphomet as it had once been thanks to his previous life, and the demon had changed greatly when it had appeared before him a few days ago on his birthday. Taver wondered if demons changed to reflect and adapt to the current trends and state of humanity...but he was not a theologist and it did not make much of a difference to him. He finished his coffee and stood up. No doubt this Legion was playing its own game, but it seemed that Taver's interests served its own for now and that was enough.

Taver had spent until now learning how to fight, how to kill, but he had come to realise he could not fight a war on his own. He would need to gather others to his cause. Fortunately the world had many souls who suffered and wanted revenge, and many who felt alienated by the world and wanted to lash out against it. Taver could make use of them. He would need to network, to reach out and find those he could convince to join him through common interest or through threats of violence or worse.

He spent the next few hours trawling through various forums and online communities, as well as sites or chat groups on the dark web. His method was simple. His first group was those who had been wronged by the church, disenfranchised by a lack of support from the community and looking for a way to get back and get revenge or closure. His second group were those that were anarchists or revolutionaries, seeking to tear down the current establishment. The country's government had been in bed with the church for so long that it had intertwined with it. God's chosen country indeed. Lastly there was that small group of those small time occultists looking for some kind of road to power and to barter with demons. Taver knew a few rituals, and his newly awakened power would surely draw those sycophants to his side.

Actions: Trying to find and recruit people to Taver's cause. He is looking for people to gather information for him, people to do basic legwork for him, and also for those that either have training or could be trained to fight.

Action 1: Recruit informants or people to do some basic legwork: Lifetime of Knowledge [+2] seems like the best fit for this, as he does not plan to get too immediately close to them.

Action 2: Recruit occultists, soldiers for hire or just plain anarchists: This time as he needs to get closer to them and have more influence and control he will use Living Weapon [+2], Lifetime of Knowledge [+2] and also Intimidating [+2] along with his apocalypse ability; Shadow Control [+2] This is a mix of coercion, demonstrations of physical power and occult power, and also a leave quickly card if he needs it.



  • Player: HiKaizer
      • Taver Einklassen

    • Faction: The Lords of Chaos
    • Qualities:
      • Living Weapon [+2]
      • Lifetime of Knowledge [+2]
      • Intimidating [+2]
    • Apocalypse Ability:
      • Shadow Control [+2]
    • Drawbacks:
      • Soul Scarred [-2]
      • Wroth [-2]

MiltonSlavemasta
Feb 12, 2009

And the cats in the cradle and the silver spoon
Little boy blue and the man on the moon
"When you coming home, dad?"
"I don't know when
We'll get together then son you know we'll have a good time then."


Shiva Das - Nu York, Uptown

Shiva Das reflects upon himself leading the Yoga class, and considers that there might be a way to reach people on a subtle level citywide or beyond. "The global English-speaking population is about 2 billion. 80% have a smartphone. About 15% of the women and 3% of the men regularly do Yoga. That's, on balance, eighty percent of nine percent, a little over seven percent of two billion. A hundred and forty million English-speaking yoga practitioners in the world, not to mention other forms of meditation." As he walks out of the yoga class, he whips out his X-Phone and calls one of his buddies in the industry. "Jack, I've got a new app idea. Mantra-guided meditation. Five classical vedic mantras for free, additional mantras available for 99 cents each. Have it do heartbeat and breathing monitoring like on the Fitwit to show that you're getting relaxed, and just cycle and modulate some audio files. Guided meditation like you're in a monastery from the palm of your hand."

As soon as Shiva gets home, he starts scouring open-source libraries for the components necessary to build the app, finding the best recordings of the classical mantras, and starts calling up industry friends to make the pitch. This could really change the game, and, if it goes well enough, it could also be a source of funding.

Trying to get a smartphone guided-meditation app released that used classical Hindu mantras that may have metaphysical power/significance and slowly lead people to enlightenment. Using +2 Computer Expert and +2 Yogic Arts to build the app itself, and +2 Charisma to get some assistance and make the pitch to get it listed prominently on app downloading platforms.


  • Player: MiltonSlavemasta
      • Shiva Das

    • Faction: Terminators of The Kali Yuga, Knowers of Ultimate Reality
    • Qualities:
      • Computer Expert [+2]
      • Yogic Arts [+2]
      • Charisma [+2]
    • Apocalypse Ability:
      • Advaita Vedanta, Brahmic Magic [+2]
    • Drawbacks:
      • Unleashed [-2]
      • Federal Intelligence [-2]

Valhawk
Dec 15, 2007

EXCEED CHARGE


Akua - Slums, Old Town, Star City, Nu York, Federated States

Akua looked down at the man, if there was ever proof that mankind required a superior being to direct it, this man was that. Still, he was what was available, and what better way to prove his superiority than to make a masterpiece from this garbage, so after ensuring the drunk was out of it enough to restrain, he binds the man then takes him to one of the nearby abandoned buildings where they would not be disturbed.

After checking the bonds to be sure the drunk would not be able to escape, Akua settles in to wait for the man to awaken. He was going to transform this useless piece of trash into a follower. Which meant the first matter than needed to be seen to was bringing him around to a way of thinking that befitted his new place in the world. Akua stretched, he would destroy the man, show him just what a weak, useless lump of wasted flesh he was. He would crush everything the man was, his hopes, his dreams, even his fears, and when he was at the lowest of the low, Akua would offer him a chance at salvation, a chance to be reborn. All the man would need to do would be to give up everything he was or ever would be, and devote himself entirely to his new master. All it would take is time, and the right skills. Akua had little doubt he could read the man, figure out what buttons to press to have the drunk dancing to his tune, the only question was whether he could do so with enough precision to leave enough left to reshape into his devotee. Well, the only way to find out was by doing, and if it didn't work out with this drunk, well there were more than enough of his kind that he could keep on trying, improving each time, until he had the process down pat.

Akua plans to use his talent as a Ruthless Manipulator[+4] to break the drunk down and build him up into a loyal follower.

  • Player: Valhawk
      • Akua

    • Faction: Akua [Himself], (Phyrexia Style Propagation)
    • Qualities:
      • Ruthless Manipulator [+4]
      • Improved Body [+2]
    • Apocalypse Ability:
      • Flesh [+2]
    • Drawbacks:
      • Inhuman [-2]
      • Hubris [-2]
[/quote]

I am Communist
Apr 19, 2002



Taver Einklassen - Pal’s Diner, Clefton Suburbs, Star City, Nu York, Federated States

The first group were the self proclaimed "Children of Darkness". Their ethos was that the godly church communities had either excommunicated or cast them out and so they must pay. Many of society's aberrant members belonged, in theory to the forums. "Sexual deviants, radical apostates, occultists, and those less than sane" It was a group that felt very wronged. The majority were just talkers and didn't do anything. Quite a few were scattered around the world. Taver's post for a meetup was scoffed at by a large number, however those who belonged to the message board AND were in Star City who weren't do-nothing lip servicemen and women did agree to a meetup. At Danny's Donut, Coffee, and Diner.

The following user handles replied:
Sharebearbaby-fur2001
DennisDarko87
XXXAsmodianXXX
Vampira_Lush
Joe Jarvis
KirkdidNothingWrong
BishopShadowMore666

Taver would still need to setup the meeting but he could see through all the bullshit to know that these souls would be perfect for his uses.

Surprisingly Nu York state had its own militia group with about three dozen members. They always were looking for ex-veterans to bolster their ranks. It was run by a man who called himself "The Colonel". It was populated by ex-members of the Federated states army, navy, and marine corp. A few ex-airforce were sprinkled in, mostly techies. Their deep web page had many videos of burning Federated States flags, speeches against the govt, and threats against the state. The Colonel agreed to meet with Taver in a small farming community north of Star City. At a place called the "Black Lion Inn" a small hole in the wall bar with a less than stellar set of internet reviews. They seemed very willing to work with Taver but just needed to meet with him first. They hated the idea of stolen valor.

The deep web was a harder place to find occultists due to the amount of bullshit they and others like them spouted. The true follower of Baphomet would be a rare find indeed. So Taver had to make due with those willing if not able. If they would not serve, then he may find another use for them... A coven of about 13 so called "occultists" seemed very eager to meet Taver after his knowledge of their incomplete scraps of rituals blew away even their leader's. They would definitely join up with Taver should he want to. They usually met at Mary's house when her dad was out of town on the weekends. Did the dark web happen to mention they were all teens in high school?


You have found the chosen out of many fakes, posers, and losers. They are the very best available to you from the Darkweb in your area, that will at the very least be willing to join you once you meet with them and show them that yes, Taver is THE real deal. Unless you mess it up somehow. Success!



Shiva Das - Nu York, Uptown

The investors knew Shiva by reputation and it was only a pittance to them to get him a coding team from the east to back him up. The app was beautifully constructed and easy to use. It had all the features that Shiva could want. It also worked. The test group for the app seemed calmer and slowly their spiritual energy seemed to rise if extremely slowly. The paid features also would help monetize it and pay his investors back and hopefully generate an income for himself.

The problem with making a new hip and trendy app is...the app store is loaded. Blapple and Froogle app stores were loaded with fitness, spiritual, and every day living apps. The digital revolution would have been good in the FOL (Federated On Line) days for something like this where A/S/L was the mantra. But this was the new millennium. Downloads weren't a huge but there was a trickle. The app was rate 5 stars out of 5. So far. The trolls and idiots hadn't had their say yet.

Time would tell if the app would be a huge hit. There wasn't any advertising and it wasn't an editor's selected app, it might be a while before this reaped more benefits.


The app with your mortal qualities has been created (perfectly) and put on the two biggest app stores. It's no tinder but there were a few thousand downloads among the tens of thousands of apps available. Income is trickling in, but you still have to pay back the investors for the coders they hired.


Akua - Slums, Old Town, Star City, Nu York, Federated States

"Please, my name is Steven. Don't hurt me. My wife and kids." he whimpered. The man's cries as Akua began to break things and mend them weren't heard by anyone who would respond to it anyway. The warehouse far enough away and insulated enough and the population of this area not one to go to the cops. Healing over the man's mouth, eyes and ears as he went to work only made this work easier and more stealthy. Reopening his mouth to scream and eyes to see and ears to hear, the man begged.

There was no god. He would do anything. Anything at all to end it. The pain and torment. The insidious invasion of his body and mind. the violation. He would offer up his own wife and daughter to Akua. The fever Akua engineered to make his mind hallucinate while his senses were deprived from him made him question his reality and everything human.

When Akua asked Steven to join him. Willingly. The man sobbed with relief as he nodded yes.

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The next step and knowledge of what to do came to Akua in the form of instinct. <His body told him how/what to do but it would be up to Akua to act on it.> While it wasn't mind control and not a form of it at all, the breaking of Steven along with some carving out of some of the man's grey matter biologically would make him better. The bits removed would be replaced with something more suitable. The intelligence and experience of a man but none of the emotions or conscience. An increase in the production of testosterone and adrenaline any time he acted for Akua with dopamine any time he did anything for Akua that Akua liked and praised him for.

A very intelligent obedient dog. Akua would need to make some other changes to the man to ensure this came to pass and ensure Steven's survivability.


A minor use of your power for flavor not really mechanical effect. If you complete the process with your Apocalypse Power Steven will essentially be the perfect remorseless follower who will carry out Akua's will. One thing to mention though you might want to make his body either supremely flexible and resilient as his devotion or strong as his dedication to you. It might make him bigger and slightly monstrous but a ton more survivable. Less likely to come apart when enacting your will with supreme prejudice.

Quornes
Jun 23, 2011


Francis Egerton - The Mini-dome, East Side, Star City, Nu York, Federated States



"Ah please no, thank you. Thank you. No, thank you. Thank you all for coming," says Francis to the new faithful. A good first step on the path. These new initiates will form the bedrock of his following. Soon word will spread, interest will grow, and new opportunities will arise. "Today has been quite taxing, I fear I must retire for now and rest. But please, let Jerry here," he points to one of his older disciples, "answer your questions." With that, he leaves to the back room of the mini dome and as soon as the door closes Francis lets out a sigh.

From under his clothes he takes out the days take. A couple hundred dollars...well its a decent start, he thinks as he starts to sort the bills. Back in the day though...this would of been nothing. People cried out and practically shoved money into his hands as he waved an amethyst around. Hundreds of loyal followers to help run things. Now they're much diminished.

Still now that he has started on the path...those times will come again. For now he needs to work on establishing his power base here, gathering followers and money. If he could find someone rich, in need of healing, that would help immensely. Time is of the essence here, the rental on the mini-dome won't last forever...



Francis continues to send out his followers to find people and bring them in, then sway and convert them with Duke of Bridgewater [+4]. He's also trying to find, well, someone with money. A big fish to hook. Someone rich but in ill health that modern medicine has failed to help. If he can, he'll use The Crystal Plates [+2] to heal them, otherwise he keeps healing those brought to the mini-dome.


  • Player: Quornes
      • Francis Egerton

    • Faction: The Crystal Ascension
    • Qualities:
      • Duke of Bridgewater [+4]
      • What Doesn't Kill You...[+2]
    • Apocalypse Ability:
      • The Crystal Plates [+2]
    • Drawbacks:
      • Like the Cult? [-2]
      • The Flesh is Weak... [-2]

Valhawk
Dec 15, 2007

EXCEED CHARGE


Akua - Slums, Old Town, Star City, Nu York, Federated States

Akua is quite pleased with his progress, and the spark of inspiration on how to take it even farther sets off a whole cascade of ideas running through his mind. He reaches his hand out in front of Steven, cupping it and willing a thick slurry of stem-cells to issue forth. "Feast upon the new flesh, and be reborn. Once you taste, you will no longer be Steven, instead I will make you into My hand."

As Steven starts to slurp down the mixture, Akua gets to work, spending much of the biomass he had gained from his own meal, he allows Steven to drink deeply of the slurry sending his cells spiraling out through the man infiltrating every part of his body. Degenerating human muscles were transformed, the cells improving existing strands and building additional mass on top of that. When it was done, he would have the musculature of a bodybuilder, but his muscles would be stronger pound for pound than any mere humans. The cells flooded his circulatory system and other vital organs, wiping away decades and damage and strengthening them beyond human norms, sizing them up to meet the needs of his improved muscles. Next they sunk into the bones themselves, making them larger to fit his new frame, and stronger and less susceptible to damage. Even his skin was made thicker and harder to pierce, though Akua focused on making sure it still had the appearance and texture of normal human skin. Lastly came the man's brain and sensory organs. Eyes, ears, nose, and tongue were made more sensitive and able, and unnecessary portions of his brain were altered. Akua's servant would have no need for fear, conscience, or remorse. Instead those areas were repurporsed for more useful functions, helping to cope with the increased sensory data, and providing Akua control over the man's endocrine system for one. The new brain-flesh would be useful indeed, releasing adrenaline when acting for his master to boost his strength, with thoughts and stimuli associated with Akua triggering releases of dopamine and oxytocin, with certain stimuli such as approval from Akua triggering stronger releases. In the end, Akua even created a new organ within the man, small sacks at various points in his bloodstream to contain extra stem-cells to allow a limited degree of regeneration which could be re-upped with additional cell injections from Akua.

Just as millenia ago the ragged wolf had been domesticated into the proud hound, so to would the drunk become the first of a new species of humanity, adapted to serve its new owner. An exemplar of what mankind could become under his direction.

Akua's going all out to transform Steven into his Hand. He's getting the full package of upgrades, enhanced strength, speed, stamina, senses, durability, and changes to his brain to strip him of unnecessary emotions and conscience and create an in-built reward system for pleasing Akua. He's also leaving the man with a small store of extra cells in his body to allow limited regeneration, which will need to be topped up by Akua as he uses it. Trying to keep him as able to pass for a human even if he's huge and swole enough to stand out as unusual now. Akua's willing to invest pretty much all of the biomass he has right now to make this guy into the ultimate servant.

Flesh[+2] for the transformation, Enhanced Body[+2] to serve as a template, provide insight on how to enhance the man's physical features. Ruthless Manipulator[+4] for how best to balance the brain-stuff for maximum effect.


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  • Player: Valhawk
      • Akua

    • Faction: Akua [Himself], (Phyrexia Style Propagation)
    • Qualities:
      • Ruthless Manipulator [+4]
      • Improved Body [+2]
    • Apocalypse Ability:
      • Flesh [+2]
    • Drawbacks:
      • Inhuman [-2]
      • Hubris [-2]

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I am Communist
Apr 19, 2002



Francis Egerton - The Mini-dome, East Side, Star City, Nu York, Federated States


Casting his net far and wide, eventually he came upon someone with a bit of actual cash. Her name was Elvitine. Of the Marston family. The Marstons were old money and a part of Star City's social scene though she had not been seen in public in years. Her daughter, "Little" Paris Marston managed the business part of the family's holdings. Word of the strange new age healing Francis could provide had circulated as well as his almost borderline con-man tactics to those in the know.


Akua - Warehouse-Base, Slums, Old Town, Star City, Nu York, Federated States


The man who was Steven only hesitated a moment, as eating the flesh of another being wasn't part of the conditioning, but then leapt forward drinking in Akua's cells. The man was no more. He was a tool and servant of Akua now.


His size compared to most normal people would make him a bit more noticeable but nothing too terrible. He wouldn't win any beauty contests either. Most people in the Federated States may notice his looks but would be too politically correct to comment on it and definitely would try not to stare (or be caught staring).

"I am your HAND, Akua!" The man flexed and roared as his new body and mind adjusted. For Akua though he had to lean against a pillar to support himself. He had exhausted the extra bio-mass. He would recover in moments Though.




Flesh[+2] for the roll. The setup skills make sense for the action and work within the character. He's a Brute. Was like a 12 on dice roll so he doesn't even turn into a monster. But he is big/ugly so while no one is going to call the police, he's a tiny bit memorable. Which can be good if you plan on taking over the slums as nobody that's not packing heat is even going to gently caress with him.

Add this below your character sheet. I'm going to allow 3 Lieutenants under each character. Choose wisely. You can replace them if killed. These are any monsters or beings of note following or belonging to the faction that are more than normal human. (Stuff with mechanical effect.)
Their mortal qualities are the best that can be had without breaking through the power ceiling.
Minion Abilities are like very junior versions of apocalypse ability power levels


  • Player Owned: Valhawk, NPC Minion(GM run)
      • The Hand of Akua
    • Faction: Akua
    • Qualities:
      • Ultra Dense Bones [+2]
      • Maximum Strength [+2]
      • Improved Healing [+2]
    • Minion Ability:
      • Flesh Monster [+0]
    • Drawbacks:
      • Single-mindedly Devoted to Akua [-2]
      • Stands out [Large, Ugly] [-2]

LupusAter
Sep 5, 2011



Sante Alberighi - Star City Downtown Public Library, Star City, Nu York, Federated States

"Oh, I don't yet know if I found what I was looking for. If you ask me, skipping ahead is a disservice to the writer, you have to let the story carry you in the full glory of its meandering path. But I thank you for your assistance"

Sante takes the slip from the librarian's grasp, and starts to go towards the basement. The security guard is a stern fellow. Sante hands him the slip, and tries to strike up a conversation while he examines the paper.

"So, how is it to spend your days surrounded by all these stories?"


Following instructions. Conversationalist [+2] to try to talk to the security guard, in the hopes of gleaming some interesting insight.


  • Player: LupusAter
      • Sante Alberighi

    • Faction:The Storytellers
    • Qualities:
      • Artist [+4]
      • Conversationalist [+2]
    • Apocalypse Ability:
      • Baptized with Ink
    • Drawbacks:
      • Perfectionist [-2]
      • Erratic [-2]

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Valhawk
Dec 15, 2007

EXCEED CHARGE


Akua - Slums, Old Town, Star City, Nu York, Federated States

Akua looked at his Hand and was pleased. This was just a taste of what he would do to the world. Even now he savored the thought of taming the self important fools that has created him in the same way. Still, creating him had been draining, and now he hungered once more. More biomass was needed.

"I hunger. It is time to prove your usefulness to Me, that you are worthy of the honor of being My Hand. Go, bring me biomass to consume, and do so without drawing unnecessary attention to yourself. I do not yet wish to be known to the world at large."

Akua's sending his Hand to get him something to consume without drawing attention. A test of his capabilities as it were.

  • Player: Valhawk
      • Akua

    • Faction: Akua [Himself], (Phyrexia Style Propagation)
    • Qualities:
      • Ruthless Manipulator [+4]
      • Improved Body [+2]
    • Apocalypse Ability:
      • Flesh [+2]
    • Drawbacks:
      • Inhuman [-2]
      • Hubris [-2]

  • Player Owned: Valhawk, NPC Minion(GM run)
      • The Hand of Akua
    • Faction: Akua
    • Qualities:
      • Ultra Dense Bones [+2]
      • Maximum Strength [+2]
      • Improved Healing [+2]
    • Minion Ability:
      • Flesh Monster [+0]
    • Drawbacks:
      • Single-mindedly Devoted to Akua [-2]
      • Stands out [Large, Ugly] [-2]

Quornes
Jun 23, 2011


Francis Egerton - The Mini-dome, East Side, Star City, Nu York, Federated States


"So what do you need, Father?" asked the new convert of the Blooming heart. Henry was a middle aged man who had been blinded a couple years back in a freak accident, scarring still visible around his eyes. After receiving Francis's blessing his sight had returned, crystal clear, with a most peculiar appearance but the scars had remained. The man had broken out in tears, praising Francis and brought his family back the next day to listen to him preach.

The days proselytizing was over and people had begun to shuffle out of the mini dome when Francis picked him out. "Walk with me," Francis commanded. The two walked through the mini dome into the tiny back office. "I fear that despite my best efforts, my message isn't spreading swiftly enough. We can only stay here for a couple weeks more before we must vacate, and I don't know if I'll be able to secure a new place to spread the message and help people. Which has led me to consider...outside options."

Henry looks confused. "What do you mean?"

"In order to keep healing those in need, I may need to heal those not in need. Or at least not as much in need. " Francis gives an almost theatrical sigh. "I have learned recently of someone who might benefit from my ministrations and could be persuaded to make a sizable donation. Think of how many more I could help! Won't you help me?"

"I...I'm not sure how I could Father, but if it will help others like me I will."

"Its simple...they do not have faith in my miracles. In the power of the crystals. But you, you are living proof of them! Come along with me and help me persuade them to our cause."



Making my spiel using Duke of Bridgewater [+4] to try and convince her Francis can help. Bringing Henry to show as proof of his healing powers, and to help convince them. The Crystal Plates [+2] to heal Elvitine a bit, to show that he really can help her out...then feign weakness and hint how he needs time to recover, and oh, well there are others in need as well and we could use help with certain things...aka money.


  • Player: Quornes
      • Francis Egerton

    • Faction: The Crystal Ascension
    • Qualities:
      • Duke of Bridgewater [+4]
      • What Doesn't Kill You...[+2]
    • Apocalypse Ability:
      • The Crystal Plates [+2]
    • Drawbacks:
      • Like the Cult? [-2]
      • The Flesh is Weak... [-2]

Rhjamiz
Oct 28, 2007



Detective Kane - CSPD HQ, Heaven’s Kitchen, Southside, Star City, Nu York, Federated States


Kane was furious. He angrily took his badge and gun from his belt, throwing the pair down on the Captain's desk.

"You better hope Sanchez nabs the fucker in two weeks, or I'll be taking my case back. That's a promise, Captain."

He turned to glower at Officer Johnson as he stalked out of the Captain's office, but it was obvious he was just angry in general, not angry at Johnson. "I'll... get back to you on that. I need a drink."


gently caress you, Dad. Kane will go to the nearest cop bar, drink, and get ready to make Bad Decisions.

  • Player: Rhjamiz
      • Detective Stephen "Steve" Kane

    • Faction: Tabula Rasa
    • Qualities:
      • Investigator [+2]
      • PPAT [+2]
      • Pistol Qualification +2
    • Apocalypse Ability:
      • Storm Lord [+2]
    • Drawbacks:
      • Anger Management [-2]
      • Soft-Hearted [-2]

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MiltonSlavemasta
Feb 12, 2009

And the cats in the cradle and the silver spoon
Little boy blue and the man on the moon
"When you coming home, dad?"
"I don't know when
We'll get together then son you know we'll have a good time then."


Shiva Das - Nu York, Uptown

Shiva Das looks at the middling performance of the app, and realizes that it probably won't set the world on fire on its own. But the point wasn't solely to get people using the app. It was to get some data on the people of the right disposition. With an app like that granting access to the smartphone, it was possible to figure out who exactly among the few thousand users are influential on social media and invite them to a Yogic retreat, with the goal being to build an influential inner circle. They probably wouldn't be world-shakers yet, but with time, this application, and more importantly, the truth, will be able to propagate themselves through influential people in society. To also help with the app's middling downloads, he announces a sweepstakes on his personal blog and through the app - some users will be invited to a free yoga retreat in upstate New York!

He rented out a mountain resort upstate to use for a weekend retreat for about 20-40 ideal targets, and wrote a script with some variables to track to identify the best users of the app to try and recruit. It was true he was inviting "some users", but they wouldn't be chosen randomly - this was targeted recruiting of people both serious about meditation and focus and also, ideally, particularly influential or capable.

+2 Computer Expert, +2 Yogic Arts, +2 Charisma to identify an ideal combination of social media influencers who are at least susceptible to believing in Das's radical Hinduism out of the app users and invite them to a Yogic retreat in the mountains.

At the retreat, Das attempts to create two followers - one, the best communicator/social media influencer of the group who still has good character and is sympathetic to his ideas. Two, someone willing to do dirty deeds without question for the greater good. These two individuals would have their true selves revealed in private one-on-one meetings.

Mortal qualities could be used to help idetify the people, but this second action is really an apocalypse ability action on the two people who look like they fit these criteria

  • Player: MiltonSlavemasta
      • Shiva Das

    • Faction: Terminators of The Kali Yuga, Knowers of Ultimate Reality
    • Qualities:
      • Computer Expert [+2]
      • Yogic Arts [+2]
      • Charisma [+2]
    • Apocalypse Ability:
      • Advaita Vedanta, Brahmic Magic [+2]
    • Drawbacks:
      • Unleashed [-2]
      • Federal Intelligence [-2]

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HiKaizer
Feb 2, 2012

Yes!
I finally understand everything there is to know about axes!


Taver Einklassen - Pal’s Diner, Clefton Suburbs, Star City, Nu York, Federated States

Taver needed to...think...on how to deal with children. It would be no use immediately terrifying them and then jeopardising himself when they ran to their parents. The idea of using his power initially as some kind of a game seemed almost insulting but he could accept that the children would need time to adjust.

This left the adults. He was very interested in the Colonel, but it was was out of town. He tried to organise the meetup first but he found that despite being willing, the people he would seek to make his eyes and ears all had various inane reasons to delay it. Tavar managed to settle a date for everyone, but in the end his trip to the Colonel would come first.

He did not trust the group, just as they likely did not trust him. Still the fact they were meeting in public meant that it was unlikely that they would attack him in public. But Taver did not trust easily in his second life, and he would ensure his safety. As he arrived in the town, he parked a block or two away from the pub and paused out of sight in an alley under the pretense of smoking. There he summoned two shadow clones, one humanoid and one in the shape of a raven. To the human he told him to stay out of sight and to find a way out, should things go bad. To the bird he told it to watch out for people spying on him or watching them from outside.

Then he walked inside to meet the Colonel.

Taver is securing his perimeter and making sure he has a way to leave. While he could use his shadow power in a pinch, he would rather not tip his supernatural hand just yet. He will use Shadow Control [+2] and also Lifetime of Knowledge [+2] and Living Weapon [+2] to create his two servants to watch the perimeter and also to locate an exit.

  • Player: HiKaizer
      • Taver Einklassen

    • Faction: The Lords of Chaos
    • Qualities:
      • Living Weapon [+2]
      • Lifetime of Knowledge [+2]
      • Intimidating [+2]
    • Apocalypse Ability:
      • Shadow Control [+2]
    • Drawbacks:
      • Soul Scarred [-2]
      • Wroth [-2]

I am Communist
Apr 19, 2002



Sante Alberighi - Basement??, Downtown Public Library, Star City, Nu York, Federated States
The heavyset guard mumbles something in reply, something vague as he walks over to the elevator and scans a security badge. "People go down, but somehow they leave without me seeing them. Now don't go and mess nothin' up. Ya dig?" As Sante enters the elevator he is struck by a few things. The elevator was old. Like an antique, it had been modernized some time in the past to operate without a life operator, and with new tech type-security. Almost as if they were keeping something in rather than out. An oddity. As the elevator descended the lights flickered slightly and after riding for what seemed like forever, the doors opened and-

quote:

~Daniel Clark had been searching the Basement for newspaper archives, something was happening in the city. He could feel it. People had begun staring at him on the streets with hatred. Deep and primal. As if he were something terrible. His family and friends at first had helped him in his search, but soon they abandoned him too. What little he could glean was that this had happened before. The hum of the microfiche machine as he viewed old papers from the late 1800s hadn't given him any information. It was then that a meaty hand slapped on his shoulder. Startled he screamed as the figure clawed at him.

HATE. HATE HATE.

A woman with bruises all over her body stumbled out of a nearby rack and joined the fat man in the beating. Daniel begged. Pleaded. Until he lay still.

Above in the city it was spreading like a contagion, it was spre-~

Sante shook himself and took another step and-


quote:

~The diner was full and Mary was closing up. Greg was in his usual booth finishing his steak. He wiped a sweaty brow as he looked at the file in front of him. "Can I get something else for you hun? We're closing in about 20 minutes." Mary smiled tiredly at the man. He looked up and hurriedly covered the pictures of mutilated corpses. Had she seen? She hadn't. Greg shook his head no. Then Mary smiled again. There were too many teeth. His heart caught, and then Mary turned away and went back to cleaning. Another look. What could it hurt? Greg opened and examined the bodies again. His investigations had lead him to that farmhouse and there were other sites like it as well. But what could it mean. Every victim had been mutilated. Men, Women, Children, even animals. They were then filled with leaves and vines. The strangest set of killings he had ever seen.

Mary locked the front door. Turned and smiled at the oblivious Greg. Too many teeth. The cook and dishwasher looked up. Looked at Mary. Then at Greg. They smiled.

Too many teeth.

Too many-~

~Sante entered the basement of the library, the pretense of looking for a book quite ridiculous now. He could be a part of the story or narrate his piece of it. The end wasn't a place that existed the instruments of that end also didn't exist. At least not yet. A Sante had to write them. Make them. He had to start slow. Plant the seed. Then watch it grow. The storytellers showed him a small sample. Things that didn't seem sinister but then suddenly did, escalating. As Sante exited the elevator fully the story he would tell would~


People sometimes go into the basement and then don't come back. The storytellers are the reason. There was no book but this is how the story begins. A man buried up to his neck in the sand, the tide coming in. How did he get there? Was he trying to investigate something? Some unnameable horror stalking him or his family line? Does the devil from needful things take over Maine? The demon from IT start from consuming children and then move onto adults and then towns?
I will allow you to write one to three protagonists to discover the apocalypse. Your story must take a form, and the instrument of that end is something you will write.




Akua - Warehouse, Slums, Old Town, Star City, Nu York, Federated States
Dogs, Cats, Rats. The Hand of Akua brought them all to Akua and he consumed them. Within the week, the Slums seemed to be missing all of its birds, racoons, and small animal life. Akua looked at his own body. It was marvelously efficient. Containing all of that biomass should have made him slow and fat but actually the energy was stored within his own cells hyper-efficiently. There were rumors in the slums of a tall and ugly animal control agent, or some psycho who caught and ate animals depending on who you asked. Akua's Hand had been patient and hunted the area until nothing was left.

People were another matter, it was hard to stalk prey that could call 911 or run and escape. They would either need to be trapped or something quicker needed to be created to help Akua's hand catch them.


Akua gains a temporary quality Biomass [+2] (Well Fed). This quality can go away if used too often in the creation or modification of creatures/monsters. Making headcrabs is less impactful than say making another Hand.



Francis Egerton - The Mini-dome, East Side, Star City, Nu York, Federated States


The driver and security man with the car looked slightly unconvinced that Henry should come, but with Francis' persuasion they allowed it. The drive was long and soon Francis and Henry could see the massive old mansion. Butlers and maids lined the walkway up to the home and soon Henry and Francis were showed to two very large rooms.

The butler was classically trained as were all of the staff. With a bow and a request that he be called should the lady's guests need anything the butler left the room.

Now it was the security man's turn. He frisked Francis and Henry, paused at the Crystal Plates but grunted when they were explained. He seemed like he didn't believe Francis' claims or that maybe the lady had been conned before. After making sure you both were no threat to Elvitine, he grunted again and then left. "Miss Elvitine will have you both for dinner at 6:30. Don't make me regret bringing you here." He said menacingly as a parting shot.

A maid came and got you both and took Francis and Henry down the long hallways to the dining room. Dinner was soon served and as Henry and Francis were seated two large security men entered the room. They were followed by a waspish looking man who escorted Elvitine, her arm on his. He pulled out her chair and seated the old woman. He then took up position in the corner of the room as she regarded the two of you. Those eyes missed nothing. She said nothing. Soup was soon served and after the first course Elvitine wiped her mouth with a napkin and spoke. "You're a con man Mr. Egerton. I know this, you know this. But what I have heard. I trust. From sources I trust. I didn't call you here for me Mr. Egerton. I called you here to heal my daughter. She is sick, you see. Sick in her mind."

Elvitine looked uncomfortable admitting anything to an outsider. "I've been watching you. Well, having you watched Mr. Egerton. If you can heal my baby. Fix her. You can ask for anything. Within reason, of course. What do you say Mr. Egerton? Hmm?"


Elvitine's daughter is not residing in the mansion, but from what you have read she runs everything as the active owner of all of the family's businesses. Your roll to bring Henry succeeded, healing Elvitine herself isn't what she wants, but for you to heal her daughter.




Detective Kane - CSPD HQ, Heaven’s Kitchen, Southside, Star City, Nu York, Federated States


The Captain puts his hand over the phone's reciever and yells back into Kane's face. "GET OUT GET OUTTA HERE! Make it three weeks! Sgt. Muldoon! Get this rear end in a top hat outta here before I put my foot up his rear end!" Sgt. Muldoon didn't make it before Kane slammed the door. Officer Johnson nodded. "See you at O'Charley-Murphy-Muldoon's ?" She said hopefully. It was the oldest police bar in this part of the city. The three brothers from another mother had opened the place back in the 1920s. One brother was a bootlegger, another a policeman, and the last was a fireman.

As Detective Kane entered the bar, he ordered a stiff drink. "On the house. Looks like you can use it." said Joey. The 50 something bartender a fixture at the place. After several drinks the doors opened again and this time a bunch of Millennia Hipsters that looked like something out of a lumberjack catalogue entered. "Irritating little..." Growled Steve McGavin. He was retied from the force and hated young people with a passion. Kane grunted and continued to get his drink on. However soon his zen was shattered by the group. "What do you mean you don't have chocolate apple-tini's!" Shrilled a man old enough to know better.

"This place is sooo lame." Complained another. "It doesn't even have liquid nitro micro-brews and only Buddy-lite on tap." He sneered. The waitress, Donna was losing her patience at their entitlement. She said something that angered the group and then one of the boys stood up and got in her face. Pointing a finger. "Listen bitch. We're not paying for poo poo now or tipping you since you have a lovely attitude. I'll have your job you stupid, old, worn out wage-slave!"


Kane is currently status: Buzzed [+0]. However, the shitstains across the bar are ruining it. WHAT DO?



Shiva Das - Forest-Retreat, North Nu York, Federated States
The group of 32 were happy to go to the resort these were anything from small media personalities to online streamers and podcasters.

The first one who showed promise was Jenna Steely a known online personality who did comedy vlogs and makup tips. Her little dog Miss Piggy often a source of jokes and material. She always ended up with a few 100k views and seemed at that threshold of awakening.

The second one who showed promise was Jake "Get Beefy Bitch" Armstrong. He was a health enthusiast and avid crossfit fanatic. He often would get into flamewars with commenters on his website, but somehow. This guy. He was close. More in tune with his true self than anyone shown so far.

For fame and likes, they'd do what it took. For health and wellness they'd do it. For spiritual perfection as well as physical perfection, they would do it. They could manipulate people, it all depended on Shiva. Now these weren't people of violence or skills outside of their influence areas but they knew others. Like Gun Nut 2.5 an avid collector of Anime and Firearms for example. Knowledge of a connected world could help spread the app or other things for Shiva.


How about a Forest retreat? Not many mountains up there. Two of the closest to awakening have been selected. Other influencers can be available with a roll.



Taver Einklassen - Pal's Diner, Clefton Suburbs, Star City, Nu York, Federated States
The clone and bird went to their assigned tasks. From what they relayed to Taver. The Colonel was in Pal's diner. He had two men with him at a table, their backs to the wall facing the windows. There were other men who were in the group at different tables. This was a small local place for breakfast and everyone needed to eat before work, but they could be trouble if poo poo went south. As Taver entered the Colonel stood up to greet him and shook Taver's hand. Hard. No handshake could hurt Taver and the Colonel looked surprised and then impressed. He was a very large muscular man. A man in his prime and used to hard labors. An ex-soldier from the tatts on his arms and what little Taver could find out about the man. "Come and sit." He motioned to a chair with its back to the windows. "Martha's bringing the boys and me some coffee and pie, you want somethin?"

After Martha brought food and refreshments, Taver looked at the other two men at the table. "This one's my boy, Raymond." The Colonel pointed to a 20 something kid next to him. They shared a family resemblance now that Taver thought about it. "And this guy." He pointed to the other man. "Is Jason James the third. He owns the land we practice our skills on. First question I gotta ask though. Are you a member of law enforcement or a Fed? You have to tell me you know." The men (and actually several people inside the diner tensed at this question). Taver's clone and the bird verified it, but no danger was seen. "We don't like the government around here..."


Your clones are watching. No danger. However these guys seem legit if not slightly paranoid. I wonder what they have to hide from "Aunt Liberty" (The patriotic Federated States Uncle Sam Character)

Valhawk
Dec 15, 2007

EXCEED CHARGE


Akua - Warehouse, Slums, Old Town, Star City, Nu York, Federated States

Akua's body thrummed with power, his hand had served him well. While he was once more physically satiated, the instinct to dominate and expand his base of power had awakened once more, and the creation of his Hand had given him an excellent idea of how to proceed next. His Hand, kneeling in the presence of his master, patiently awaits his orders. After a minute spent looking him over, Akua speaks, "You are the first of my followers, the first to accept your proper place and embrace the new flesh, but you cannot be the last. I require more who will enact my will. I cannot yet reveal myself, but that is why I have you my Hand, I will tell you who to bring and what to say, and you will bring them here. Then the true work can begin." Akua then described the targets for his Hand, the desperate and deformed among the homeless in the slums, those who wouldn't be missed and who have nothing to lose. Akua tells his Hand what offers to make, what words to say and how to say them to convince his master's target to return with him, and what precautions to take against betrayal.

Akua would wait in the shadows of the warehouse, someplace out of sight where he could see the future recruits, but they couldn't see him. He looked forward to seeing the results of his Hand's labors.

Akua's sending out his Hand to gather potential converts, specifically targeting the deformed and most desperate among the homeless in the slums. The sort of people who won't be missed, and have so little to lose that they'll take any chance they can get. Akua's providing his hand targeting criteria and the methods to entice those targets (basically scripts of what to say) drawn from his talent as a Ruthless Manipulator[+4].

  • Player: Valhawk
      • Akua

    • Faction: Akua [Himself], (Phyrexia Style Propagation)
    • Qualities:
      • Ruthless Manipulator [+4]
      • Improved Body [+2]
      • Biomass [+2] (Well Fed) - Temp
    • Apocalypse Ability:
      • Flesh [+2]
    • Drawbacks:
      • Inhuman [-2]
      • Hubris [-2]
  • Player Owned: Valhawk, NPC Minion(GM run)
      • The Hand of Akua
    • Faction: Akua
    • Qualities:
      • Ultra Dense Bones [+2]
      • Maximum Strength [+2]
      • Improved Healing [+2]
    • Minion Ability:
      • Flesh Monster [+0]
    • Drawbacks:
      • Single-mindedly Devoted to Akua [-2]
      • Stands out [Large, Ugly] [-2]

Quornes
Jun 23, 2011


Francis Egerton - The Mini-dome, East Side, Star City, Nu York, Federated States



"Please, please. I know there have been those that...doubt. But I have shown that my way is true. I have shown many the light...including Henry here."

He waves a hand towards the formerly blind man, before steepling his hands in front of him. This lady puts up a tough front, he thinks, but I'm the one holding the cards here. Besides, the first rule is never to break character.

"The Blooming Heart is always willing to help, but in taking this request I turn down many others. It lays heavy on my heart but I trust that a good man could reap the rewards, that we might do more good in the future. Our current place of healing and teaching is small and only ours for another week. But if you can provide for us, in full, a new suitable location I will gladly do what I can to heal your daughter."

As to how much healing he'll do...adding a little whisper of how the Blooming Heart can help her even more will in time bring the daughter to his side.



Francis attempts to heal the daughters mind using Crystal Plates [+2] and restore her...but leave a small opening or fascination for future exploitation. After all, the old lady won't live forever and the daughter will inherit..


  • Player: Quornes
      • Francis Egerton

    • Faction: The Crystal Ascension
    • Qualities:
      • Duke of Bridgewater [+4]
      • What Doesn't Kill You...[+2]
    • Apocalypse Ability:
      • The Crystal Plates [+2]
    • Drawbacks:
      • Like the Cult? [-2]
      • The Flesh is Weak... [-2]

LupusAter
Sep 5, 2011



Sante Alberighi - Basement?? Star City Downtown Public Library, Star City, Nu York, Federated States

Sante reflects on the privilege that has been granted to him, and muses on what reasons there could be for an ending. Love? Clichèd, and ultimately small-scale. Sante is not in this to write the story of two people, he'll write the story of everybody. Problem is, everybody is a wide range of people, most of them boring as sin and ultimately normal. Endings are the purvey of special people, chosen people.

He looks at a painting on the wall, depicting a great bird locked in a fierce struggle with a sea serpent.That could be a starting point. A great metaphysical struggle, suddendly turning real. The chance for humanity to choose sides, maybe even make a third new one. And every great war needs heralds.

A fisherman, someone straddling the two sides. An old fisherman, rising before dawn to reap the riches of the oceans. First a seagull lands on the prow of his boat, warning him that the time has come, and that the Storm will blow away the Deep One in a flash of brightness, and those who will choose the wrong side shall share their fate. Then a great black fish surfaces, and it too has a warning: the Abyss shall swallow the Loud One whole, and those who will choose the wrong side shall share their fate.

The man shakes his head, blaming booze and solitude, resolving to drink less. But he can't shake away the feeling of having been chosen for something great, something only beginning to dawn.


Baptized with Ink to write the first character, a viewpoint between the two sides, still unbelieving of what he has seen.

  • Player: LupusAter
      • Sante Alberighi

    • Faction:The Storytellers
    • Qualities:
      • Artist [+4]
      • Conversationalist [+2]
    • Apocalypse Ability:
      • Baptized with Ink
    • Drawbacks:
      • Perfectionist [-2]
      • Erratic [-2]

Rhjamiz
Oct 28, 2007



Detective Kane - CSPD HQ, Heaven’s Kitchen, Southside, Star City, Nu York, Federated States


Kane thanked the bartender and tried to settle in for a good old fashioned brood over booze. Unfortunately, that was not to be, what with these loving yuppies stinking up the place. At that last outburst, Kane decided enough was enough.

Kane stood up. With deceptive calm, he approached the disruptive group, and fixed them with a cold stare. "You're going to pay your tab, and then you're going to leave. I won't tell you a second time."


Bad Decision Time.

  • Player: Rhjamiz
      • Detective Stephen "Steve" Kane

    • Faction: Tabula Rasa
    • Qualities:
      • Investigator [+2]
      • PPAT [+2]
      • Pistol Qualification +2
    • Apocalypse Ability:
      • Storm Lord [+2]
    • Drawbacks:
      • Anger Management [-2]
      • Soft-Hearted [-2]

HiKaizer
Feb 2, 2012

Yes!
I finally understand everything there is to know about axes!


Taver Einklassen - Pal’s Diner, Clefton Suburbs, Star City, Nu York, Federated States

Taver laughed harshly. "Why would I sell my soul to them? A bunch of fat pencil pushers who spout on about the effort our men and women serving put in, but when it comes to paying them or support for the injured or widowed? Suddenly the budget is just too slim, there's not enough money. There's always some excuse, some good reason that they can't give us the simple damned respect and support for us putting our lives on the line for them."

"I've had enough of the rich and powerful enough using people like us and just discarding us when they think we're inconvenient or no longer useful. I've seen good men die so the lazy and stupid could continue to live lazily and stupid, and I've had enough." Taver continued passionately, remembering the loyal knights whose names and lives had been burned so that the king could avoid some debts that he had made. "We both know change is coming Colonel, I've seen the signs and I'm sure you have as well. I want to make sure I'm on the right side when it comes."

Appealing to the Colonel's loyalty to the army and his distrust for authority. Taver shares these general ideas, so he would not need to fake it. He just needs to seem sincere and worthy enough to the Colonel to trust him. Living Weapon [+2] for the soldier's comradery and Lifetime of Knowledge [+2] to know how to talk to someone like the Colonel even though Taver's current incarnation is fairly young.


  • Player: HiKaizer
      • Taver Einklassen

    • Faction: The Lords of Chaos
    • Qualities:
      • Living Weapon [+2]
      • Lifetime of Knowledge [+2]
      • Intimidating [+2]
    • Apocalypse Ability:
      • Shadow Control [+2]
    • Drawbacks:
      • Soul Scarred [-2]
      • Wroth [-2]

I am Communist
Apr 19, 2002



Akua - Warehouse, Slums, Old Town, Star City, Nu York, Federated States

Akua's Hand drives up in an old Lincoln behind the warehouse. The muffled sounds of people bound in the trunk reached Akua's enhanced senses even before his Hand got them inside. They stunk of piss and fear. Akua could smell blood, gunsmoke. His hand had a single gunshot wound to his arm, already healed. "These didn't. Put up. A Fight...Much." Speaking wasn't part of the Hand's skills. "I took. Them. From-the. Fire. Escape." He kicked one of the forms tied up with a bag on its head. "Shot. me. No. Witnesses. No one talks here. Not want. Trouble..."

It was true really. People could commit murder here and no one talked about it. Drug dealers knifing people in the street. Men beating prostitutes, uncaring. A lucky find here. The african-federation man the Hand had kicked groaned. "Muther-fucker. You don't gently caress with Smoothie. I'm old school bitch! I-" The Hand slapped the man this time, shutting him up. The woman had pissed herself. She was weeping softly. The track marks on her arm and burn marks on her lips and legs told of a very hard life. She also was a collection of biological significance, to the right venereal doctor. Akua's senses passed over the last man. Cheap suit, cheap shoes, shirt and tie. He was crying too. "P-p-p-lease. I have a wife and son. I'm sorry. God. I'm so sorry. Just let me live. Take them. Let me live. I don't normally do this. I'm a good person. They'll miss me! My job! I'm very important! The police will come looking for me!" The man's heartrate skyrocketed and pupils dialated. A lie.

"Shut. Up." The hand menacingly grabbed the guy and shook him. All three got quiet.

Even the Hand. Akua was here. Present.


Stands out [Large, Ugly] [-2]: Akua's hand fails at convincing anyone, your skill cannot be transfered even if you're trying to teach him. He would have average or less than average manipulation. However! He succeeds. But due to Single-mindedly Devoted to Akua [-2] not how you envisioned.

The roll barely failed all things considered so no police or criminal gangs looking into what he did or didn't do. People either weren't available, he didn't find what you were looking for, or they ran from him. You can punish your Hand or not. But essentially you used a hammer when you needed a scalpel. He tried his best and did get you results. Your tampering with him makes him very accepting of whatever you want to do to him. He's not going to flinch from punishment, and will likely even be more loyal for it.


You now have in your larder:
Crystal Methanie - an old an used up prostitute. -Drug addict-
Secret: She is good at manipulation, and works men to get what she needs.

Kenny "Smoothie" Jones - pimp, player, and man who can get what you need if you have the green
Secret: He is opportunistic, clever, and sly but not strong or connected. He can get things.

Jeff Johnson - father, family man, and "hobbiest". After watching some pick up artist (PUA) videos and failing miserably at an extramarital tryst. He seeks out women of ill repute to correct his mid-life crisis.
Secret: He is a connection to an outside source of good materials for you. You can smell...the scent of a school on him. A high school teacher perhaps?





Francis Egerton - Elvitine's Mansion, East Side, Star City, Nu York, Federated States


"You have a deal, Mr. Egerton. I have many properties and friends in this city. You will have a selection of places to use or buildings for your use. And any I cannot buy, I will use my considerable influence to get for you." She smiled a shark's smile. "I will pay anything to get my daughter back. They will take you to her apartment, I warn you though this will not be easy."

The thugs look uneasy as the meeting ends and they bring you through the city. The car ride is really, really quiet. "You better be able to do this man. I don't know who would destroy you first. The old lady, or her daughter." The more sallow looking one said grimly. The vehicle pulls up to a building, the crest of the family prominent on it. You and Henry are taken up through a back service elevator into a dark penthouse apartment. The men and you all go into the bedroom.

And wait.

A few hours later, the elevator rings and the doors open. The click of high heels on tile. Click. Click. CLICK.

They stop.

The two men near Francis tense. Right as one of them is shot in the head. Through the wall. BANG! "gently caress!" The other bodyguard screams. He runs through the door and you hear the sounds of a struggle. Glass shattering and furniture breaking.

"Illuminati gangster computer god! Frankenstien controls from the moon!" She shrieked. "NSA corruption CIA operative moon men fake moon landing!" Her face seemed really really lucid as she dragged the body mechanically into her bedroom. Her eyes black and dead as she stared at Henry. Then you. "Lizardmen hollow earth behind my eyeballs clone series of clones all ghosts computer nazi knights templar!" A trickle of saliva.

This was the woman who ran the business empire?! She lifted a small handgun then shot Henry in the head before he could move. "Saturn, planet X pluto is a planet beyond the rim of the sun, capricorn..."

She points the gun at you. She's crying. Shaking.

"HELP ME..." Her whisper is like a scream. And then you do. The plates hum and sing. A vision of what exactly is wrong with her enters Francis' mind. A genetic disorder, madness runs in the family. Her father killed himself, her grandmother, two cousins killed by cop. Drugs, surgeries, commitment to asylums. Chemical imbalances in the brain. Life trauma growing up among the rich and less than sane. Abuse. Physical. Mental. Emotional. Slipping away. Slipping downward. Voices from nowhere, unreal.

The crystal god didn't notice, but she noticed it. The unreal was...real. The plates didn't need to do anything much, it corrected the minor defect, the chemicals. Her mind did the rest. She could see it was all a lie. All the conspiracies and the madness, just an illusion. The true reality was here. Right. Here. Tears of relief. She looks at Francis. "You knew? All of it? So...beautiful." She collapses into Francis' arms and cries herself out. He had come so close to death, hell the room was full of dead people! Maybe it was the shock and surprise of it all but as he held her. He let her hold him too.

In the week following this event, things were quietly hushed up and cleaned up. And Francis found himself before Elvitine again. She looked at him approvingly. She had four goons this time. "I'm sorry about your man back there." She motioned to one of the goons and he brought Francis a suitcase. Donations weren't going very well and his lease had run out. "In there I think you will find a sufficient donation, tell me what building you want and I will rent it out for you. I cannot repay what you have done for me and my daughter, my family. For that you can see I am eternally grateful. Should you ever have need of me, you can call in a favor."


Lots of rolls here, you heal the daughter but at a cost. Lots of deaths. You have gained: 1 Favor: Elvitine make it a good one when you call it in, you get one. Also her daughter wishes to worship at your church. However, you will need to let her see into the crystal god's realm or she may...take steps. Deny her worship at your peril.




Sante Alberighi - Basement?? Star City Downtown Public Library, Star City, Nu York, Federated States
-Yes Sante-
-This is the way-
A whisper. No more.

~
The salty spray crashed upon the rocks of the shore. The storm was coming. Gnarled hands gripped the wheel as Fred Demagio, known as Old Demagio to his friends looked at the prow and at the gulls looking back at him. 13 was their number. Each missing an eye. 13 eyes which stared at his soul. Bones ached and the waves crashed as the skies darkened. An ominous rumbling deep. Deep. Lightning crackled and thunder rolled, yet the gulls remained. Mouths opened and he yelled at the sounds that came out, words but not words as the gulls cried. <"We are kin, you and I."> The gestalt messenger spoke with a single voice. A single purpose. <"The Beast Rises, Father of Many. The tide is rising and all will be swept away.">
The Gulls keen loudly. <"Can you hear him?! The one who makes the sign! The sound will be swallowed in eternal darkness!">
A black wave smashes into the ship and the Seagulls were gone, as if they had never been.

Did he imagine it? He looked at his drinking flask, stuck at his belt. He shook his head and threw it overboard. A daydream? No. A nightmare. Hope? He could feel it on his very soul. The fiber of his being telling him, something great and terrible had chosen him. He needed to reach land. Tell someone. He needed to...
~


The lighthouse keeper watched the storm building out at sea. it would be a nasty one. A small ship on the horizon battling its way back to Star City. Good luck, the keeper thought. Then died screaming.

The light went out.


A good start! You can craft more of the story if you like, I will do rolls as some of your characters encounter things.



Detective Kane - CSPD HQ, Heaven's Kitchen, Southside, Star City, Nu York, Federated States



The lumber-jackoff looked back at his friends, unsure for just a moment. Then taking courage from their numbers gave Kane the finger. "gently caress you man. you're not my dad. What are you gonna do? Jack poo poo that's what." The guy pointed at Kane, but didn't touch him. He came close but stopped just short. One of the other guys piped in, the instigator. "Yeah show his dumb rear end, Chad! He's isn't going to do poo poo. Just a pussy old man trying to look good to this old lady here. Hey, old man. no one's paying for poo poo!" The whole table stood up and made to leave. Chad waving a finger like Kane was a naughty boy. "Don't mess with the big dogs man, wouldn't want you to get bit, bitch." He turned around to hi-five one of the others, turning his back on Kane. Like he was nothing. Less than poo poo.

The rookie was across the bar, watching Kane. She mouthed <Don't do it> But Kane knew no one would say anything even if he did. Cops didn't snitch on other cops.

Chad turned back to Kane. "What? you still here? You gonna cry? Look at his face. He's going to cry! Boohoo! Have a bad day baby?! Hah aha ha!" the rest of them laughed too.


Ohhh, so scary. Big man. What's he gonna do? Do something! Or you're maybe going to lose cop kama~!



Taver Einklassen - Pal's Diner, Clefton Suburbs, Star City, Nu York, Federated States

Pancakes were eaten and lots of bacon consumed. The whole dine was nodding to Taver's every word. He gets it. The colonel was impressed. "I see you get it and we want to throw in with you. The government is young. Only a few hundred years old. Just a child compared to other governments and like a misbehaving child, you need to spank it. Teach them a lesson." This got a few hell years and fists bumping the air. After spending the day with the colonel. Taver got a tour of the compound. Lots of black market weapons, assualt weapons, explosives and grenades. The men training here mostly weren't military, but country folk and hunters. There were a few real soldiers but most of them were out of shape. What they didn't have physically they more than made up for it in vehicles, weapons, gear, and anti-government enthusiasm. At the end of the day the Colonel shook Taver's hand. "Let's plan something, give old Aunt Liberty something to think about!" Numbers were exchanged and Taver soon found himself with many new friends. Friends he could use to bring The Lords of Chaos' power to fruition.


Success. You now have:
  • Player Owned: Hikaizer, NPC Minion(GM run)
      • The Colonel
    • Faction: The Lords of Chaos
    • Qualities:
      • Milita/Manpower [+2] (Rednecks, Hillbillies, Truckers, Bikers, Some Ex-military)
      • Military Resources/Weapons [+2]
      • Stronghold [+2]
    • Minion Ability:
      • None. (Needs Apocalpyse Ability use to change minion.)
    • Drawbacks:
      • Anti-Government (On Terrorism watchlist, will not accept ANY support of govt.) [-2]
      • Anger [-2]

Add him behind after your character sheet (easier to quote and cut and paste)

I am Communist fucked around with this message at Jun 26, 2018 around 19:50

Quornes
Jun 23, 2011


Francis Egerton - Elvitine's Mansion, East Side, Star City, Nu York, Federated States



Francis sheds a crocodile tear for Henry as he takes the briefcase. "He will be missed but I will carry on for his sacrifice. I was happy that in the end I could help though. This donation will help many."

Meanwhile as he leaves all he can think about is the money...half a million dollars. While it seems like a lot, he knows he'll burn through it fast enough getting things going. But it should be just the kick the Blooming Heart needs to start up its engine! He grabs a taxi and take the next couple of hours looking around at different parts of town and buildings. That one...Its no skyscraper but its big and more than enough to house his growing church. Plus its by the river and there's a park nearby. Nice scenery always helps. Francis picks up his cellphone and calls Elvitines bulter/manservant, giving him the info on the building.



Once its acquired, he ushers his flock out of the mini-dome and into their new building. "The universe provides, my children. The Blooming Heart has reached out and blossomed into the heart of someone who needed it dearly and has given back to us graciously. Here, we will spread our message of inner harmony and peace. But take heed. The next few weeks will be hard as we make this our home, our sanctuary, our church. Help your brothers and sisters as we renovate and make it better suited to our needs. I must retire to solitary and meditate, I can feel that there is a message waiting for me in the crystals..."



Duke of Bridge Water[+4] and What Doesn't Kill You...[+2] to stay up for like a week straight on coffee and redbull to work on a bible-esque writing to cement the teachings of the Blooming Heart cult Church! Francis will then reveal it to his followers as a divine revelation from translating the Crystal Plates and raise some of his old guard up as acolytes to handle more of the day to day teaching and preaching. We're going the scientology route here. Instead of E-meters we'll use crystals to "sense whats wrong with people's heart" so we can help "them bloom". Attending sermons and such is free but advanced teachings and guidance cost, either in material form or in service to the church.

And of course the daughter is welcome...



  • Player: Quornes
      • Francis Egerton

    • Faction: The Crystal Ascension
    • Qualities:
      • Duke of Bridgewater [+4]
      • What Doesn't Kill You...[+2]
    • Apocalypse Ability:
      • The Crystal Plates [+2]
    • Drawbacks:
      • Like the Cult? [-2]
      • The Flesh is Weak... [-2]
    • Misc.
      • 1 Favor: Elvitine

Valhawk
Dec 15, 2007

EXCEED CHARGE


Akua - Warehouse, Slums, Old Town, Star City, Nu York, Federated States

Putting the captives to sleep to end their useless whimpering was child's play, a hand over their mouth and nose that released enough anesthetic to keep them unconscious for a few days or until Akua injected them with an antidote. Once that was taken care of he turned his eyes to his Hand. "While I am pleased at your persistence, the fact that you could not convince them to accompany you of their own volition is because you failed to properly use the words I had given you." His tone is scathing in its calmness, the idea that his script was insufficient, that he had selected the wrong tool never crossed his mind, it was his Hand's failure that had caused this, that was all there was to it. "To atone, I will have you repeat a mantra until I return, every time you make a mistake in repeating it you will be punished. I expect perfect obedience from My Hand, so you must learn to obey perfectly with no mistakes." He placed a hand on the man's head, a small injection of cells to carry the orders to the Flesh already nestled through his Hand's brain. Every time he made even the slightest mistake with the mantra Akua would soon give him, the Flesh would cause him to experience a stab of pain. "The mantra you must carve into your mind is this, 'I am Akua's Hand, His will made flesh, I exist to obey Him perfectly, always and forever.'"

After staying to watch a few attempts, Akua took his leave. He required better accommodations than an abandoned warehouse. From his training when he was first awakened he knew vaguely what such a building was, and in the face of his power a few of the soldiers had prayed to their god before he ended their lives. He wanted to see this place with his own eyes, to determine both if it would be a suitable base, and to see the effect it had on the humans in a community such as this one. He would do so stealthily, it would not do to disturb the place's normal rhythms before he could study them.

Akua's Hubris[-2] means he sees the failure as his Hand not following the scripts he gave him well enough, so he's knocking out the captives and punishing his Hand by forcing him to repeat a mantra over and over until Akua permits him to do otherwise. Flesh[+2] to have the Hand's body punish him every time he makes even the smallest mistake repeating the mantra. Basically just direct pain stimulation straight from his brain, nothing to cause any long-term physical damage.

While his Hand is corrected, Akua's heading for the local church to stealthily scope it out.


  • Player: Valhawk
      • Akua

    • Faction: Akua [Himself], (Phyrexia Style Propagation)
    • Qualities:
      • Ruthless Manipulator [+4]
      • Improved Body [+2]
      • Biomass [+2] (Well Fed) - Temp
    • Apocalypse Ability:
      • Flesh [+2]
    • Drawbacks:
      • Inhuman [-2]
      • Hubris [-2]
  • Player Owned: Valhawk, NPC Minion(GM run)
      • The Hand of Akua
    • Faction: Akua
    • Qualities:
      • Ultra Dense Bones [+2]
      • Maximum Strength [+2]
      • Improved Healing [+2]
    • Minion Ability:
      • Flesh Monster [+0]
    • Drawbacks:
      • Single-mindedly Devoted to Akua [-2]
      • Stands out [Large, Ugly] [-2]

Rhjamiz
Oct 28, 2007



Detective Kane - O'Charley-Murphy-Muldoon's, Heaven’s Kitchen, Southside, Star City, Nu York, Federated States


Kane glanced back at the rookie cop and gave something akin to an apologetic shrug. There was only one way this was going to go. He then turned his attention back on the obnoxious group.

"You're right. I have had a bad day. I'm angry. I do dumb poo poo when I'm angry. poo poo like this."

Kane then grabbed whatever beer bottle or glass mug that was close at hand, and promptly smashed it across Chad's face.


I'm a fit dude doing fitness-related things. PPAT [+2] to use my police fitness training to smash this motherfucker in the face with a glass or beer bottle.

  • Player: Rhjamiz
      • Detective Stephen "Steve" Kane

    • Faction: Tabula Rasa
    • Qualities:
      • Investigator [+2]
      • PPAT [+2]
      • Pistol Qualification +2
    • Apocalypse Ability:
      • Storm Lord [+2]
    • Drawbacks:
      • Anger Management [-2]
      • Soft-Hearted [-2]

I am Communist
Apr 19, 2002



Detective Kane - O'Charley-Murphy-Muldoon's, Heaven’s Kitchen, Southside, Star City, Nu York, Federated States


"poo poo!" Officer Johnson gasped as Kane broke the bottle right across the guy's face. The women in the group started screaming as the douche-bro hit the ground unconscious, blood streaming from a wicked cut across the side of his face.

"Nooo0o0o!" One of the man's friends yelled, his moustaches twitching. He was too angry to think and came right at Kane, his friends following as the girls cowered behind the table. These guys weren't hard workers outside of leg and arm days at the gym and definitely not experienced fighting men. Smashing thugs on the street was where Kane got his bonafides, these young punks probably still lived with their mom. But there were 5 more of them, and they were mad and before Kane knew it, they were on him. Raining kicks to his shin and groin, punches at his chest and head. They didn't come at him one at a time either but all at once from everywhere.

It was everything he could do to not get clocked. Kane blocked with his forearms and turned his vitals away from most of the blows. One of the guys grabbed him from behind around the middle and two more grabbed at his arms. Kane was not to be denied though. Where these guys were mad, Kane was mean. Headbutting one of the men in the nose, he was treated to a satisfying crunch as the man screamed and fell away clutching at his ruined face. A thumb hooked in the eye of the guy around his middle with a firm push left the guy rolling in agony as he shoved the others away. Right as the chair hit Kane in the head from behind. It didn't break like in the movies and the lumber-bro swung it again and again as Kane fell to the floor. The remaining attackers tried to rain kicks onto Kane but he punched one of the men in the testicles and tripped the guy with the chair into the last guy.

It was over in moments. Most of the cops in the bar were halfway to the fight, Officer Johnson being closest. Joe the bartender bellowed. "All right! Leave it!" He pointed at a couple of regulars and had them drag the would be toughs outside. "That one is coming out of your tab Kane." he gruffed as Johnson helped Kane to his feet. He wasn't too hurt, but he'd have a few bruises. Officer Johnson examined Kane for injuries as she sighed in relief. "Jesus, Kane. They were just kids. I'm glad you weren't hurt though..." She said with a blush. Kane reeked of alcohol. "I'm giving you a ride back to your apartment. No arguments!" She said firmly, looking you in the eye. The rest of the off duty cops studiously became busy doing other things. No one would tell Captain Mars about this incident. After all, the punks deserved it.


Kane maims one and fucks up the rest, he gets knocked around but Officer Johnson is taking you home to your apartment. You're drunk and luckily among friends. IF you push back on being taken home I will invoke your Anger Management [-2] and officer Johnson and a few others might feel the fury for a BP. If you want to risk Kane's situation going from annoying to something worse.

Rhjamiz
Oct 28, 2007



Detective Kane - O'Charley-Murphy-Muldoon's, Heaven’s Kitchen, Southside, Star City, Nu York, Federated States


Kane wobbled on his feet a bit unsteadily, the drunkeness and few knocks he took finally taking their toll. He leans on Officer Johnson. "I'll take care of it in the morning, Joe..." he says.

Yeah. It was probably time to call it a night. The morning promised a whole new world of pain to deal with.


Yeah it's probably time to sleep this off. Getting taken home.

  • Player: Rhjamiz
      • Detective Stephen "Steve" Kane

    • Faction: Tabula Rasa
    • Qualities:
      • Investigator [+2]
      • PPAT [+2]
      • Pistol Qualification +2
    • Apocalypse Ability:
      • Storm Lord [+2]
    • Drawbacks:
      • Anger Management [-2]
      • Soft-Hearted [-2]

I am Communist
Apr 19, 2002



Francis Egerton - The New [NAME] Building, East Side, Star City, Nu York, Federated States


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ivJzTAcbBik
The building is quietly rented out, the lease being paid for 5 years. Everything seemed to be working out. The place was pretty raw but had grey walls painted back in the 1990s, smooth walls and complete windows, but Francis was allowed to make modifications to the multi-floored structure. Renovations would be expensive but potentially worth it. Over the next few weeks, as things were moved from the mini-dome to the new HQ, Francis worked on the texts that would be his new legacy. It wasn't the bible or john smith material but serviceable with the right stuff in the right places to bring in the lambs and keep people interested. Videos and an internet campaign would need to wait and getting this stuff to print would also be, of course expensive. Francis still had the $500,000 but he would need to decide what to spend it on. Building his church, printing the pamphlets and literature for the masses (Dianetics style). The crystals and other gear would be cheaper but depending on the amounts involved and advertising...


The Building is leased for 5 years (At no small expense) by Elvetine. It is situated close to a zoned financial district and near a few startups. The building is pretty bare but not messed up. Its very plain. But can be spruced up to Billy Graham levels eventually. You have written the literature required to lure people in but it's a passive, mortal quality thing. There are always those who will be reeled in in any case, if you can get the word out to the masses. The costumes, gear and advertising will also cost $. Once you have a place worth visiting, Elvetine's daughter will come. Appearances matter in their circles, no matter their beliefs.




Akua - Warehouse, Slums, Old Town, Star City, Nu York, Federated States
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y8DekFFCE5c

The captives snored, fitfully. Full of nightmares. The Hand merely whimpered, like an animal. His baser brain not equipped to deal with the disappointment Akua had for him. He spoke the words, wincing in pain if he made a mistake then the healing taking it away only to be hurt anew. His eyes looking at Akuya's for forgiveness as he eventually and perfectly began reciting the words. The Hand not only believed he deserved it, but that it was right and good. His loyalty unquestioning and unflinching. He had done wrong. He was bad. The master was unhappy. He was bad. He did it wrong. The whimpering was more for the mental anguish than any physical pain for what dog wished to shame its master? The parts of its brain couldn't comprehend that it wasn't its fault and that Akua was wrong, it had done its job correctly to the best of its ability. That using a blunt instrument wouldn't have worked completely without the skill. The power that Akua felt in that moment, fragmented as his memories were, was like holding a man's life in his grip. Seeing the desperation in the eyes as he squeezed and squeezed the life from them. If that was a runner's high. Than this was Akua's heroin. Twisted as it was, he felt exultation and power. Sheer unadulterated power over his victim and accomplice.

Akua owned the Hand in intimate ways no one could own any thinking being. And it was better than anything Akua had ever felt. Better than any high. Better than sex. A drug like no other. He had to have more.

=-Akua left things as they were. Should anyone happen upon the scene...well that could be delt with later. No guardian forms other than the Hand after all. And he was...busy.-=

Akua watched the church from a safe and unseen rooftop. His keen senses able to pierce any darkness and hear any sound. A few days an nights and he could see the scheduled services. Know when the priest, nuns, and altar boys came and went. What days were busiest and which were calmest. Akua had checked in on the Hand a few times, and things were the same as they were. The place was isolated after all. Until he heard...

...a gasp. The sound of a metal bar being kicked by accident and running feet.


No sentinel, guardian, or trap forms! Shame! Akua's Hand wouldn't and couldn't stop doing what he was doing. They had been watched. The watcher runs!
The church schedule and people who work there and a general idea of who goes there at what times is now known by Akua.
The Hand has been chastened for a few days, even with Akua visiting he never faltered. The unconscious people are undisturbed.




Detective Kane - O'Charley-Murphy-Muldoon's, Heaven’s Kitchen, Southside, Star City, Nu York, Federated States


Officer Johnson softened when she saw Kane's bruises. "Come on, lets get you home." The ride to Kane's one bedroom apartment was short in the police car. Officer Johnson didn't speak too loudly as Kane nodded off a few times. She helped you up the stairs and finally as you fell / walked onto the couch. "Oh Kane." She muttered as she took off his belt and shoes. A tiny pillow under your head and she draped your trenchcoat over you like a blanket. She sat in the leather chair across from the couch with a slight huff. As Kane drifted off to sleep he thought he heard her mutter something. "I love you, you big dumb lug. Why can't you behave?" And then Kane was asleep.

~The Tabula Rasa were waiting. The figures destroying the world. No. Kane destroying the world, with their power. <"A gift given. TAKE! Destroy!"> The thoughts were mandates, the world was sick. A disease called mankind had taken fire, taken away the natural order. Their clutching beliefs in a stable world, the undoing of them. But there were cracks. And places where they reigned supreme. Forcing their way in. Until the animals were animals again. The world smashed and no one could believe in anything else. Unending. Eternal. Unrepressed and unleashed power. <"One of us soon...">~

Kane was talking in his sleep and soon woke with a start. Officer Johnson was asleep in the chair across from him. Thunder rolled. Lightning flashed as the rain came down. He was breathing heavy, still buzzed and a little fuzzy. He didn't notice the man rummaging through his things at first. The hood and Kane's eyes met and he looked surprised, as if noticing Kane for the first time. Pupils dilated, the man licked his lips. In the dark Kane took in all the details. The slovenly clothing, the man's breathing and eyes. Cranked out. The bloody box cutter. Officer Johnson wasn't sleeping.

She was dead.She was just a star struck rookie.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IyfCyiSgKcY
The man lunged at Kane. Murder and sickness. He stank of it. The madness of the world. She was dead.


The neighborhood isn't the best, the bad economy and drugs are eroding away at human decency. Kane was spared for a reason perhaps? Officer Johnson wasn't so lucky. She forgot to lock the door before falling asleep. A mistake. One she will never learn from. You are under attack too.

Valhawk
Dec 15, 2007

EXCEED CHARGE


Akua - Warehouse, Slums, Old Town, Star City, Nu York, Federated States

Akua is pleased with how things are progressing, and especially with the power he held over his hand. However his thoughts are interrupted by the clang of the intruder.

He reacts immediately taking off after the intruder, relying on enhanced senses to locate him, and enhanced physique to catch him. As he cut through the night like a knife, his body expelled speedy little flying forms, tiny scouts to aid him in tracking his prey. Once he was in sight, Akua himself would fire a few spines tipped with a paralytic venom to ensure the intruders capture.

Akua's going after the intruder, relying on his Improved Body[+2] to follow and gain on whoever it was. Flesh[+2] to grow quick little trackers to assist and to grow some paralytic tipped spines Akua can launch when he gets a bead on the intruder. Biomass[+2] to help the stuff grow faster without interfering with Akua's ability to chase the guy.

  • Player: Valhawk
      • Akua

    • Faction: Akua [Himself], (Phyrexia Style Propagation)
    • Qualities:
      • Ruthless Manipulator [+4]
      • Improved Body [+2]
      • Biomass [+2] (Well Fed) - Temp
    • Apocalypse Ability:
      • Flesh [+2]
    • Drawbacks:
      • Inhuman [-2]
      • Hubris [-2]
  • Player Owned: Valhawk, NPC Minion(GM run)
      • The Hand of Akua
    • Faction: Akua
    • Qualities:
      • Ultra Dense Bones [+2]
      • Maximum Strength [+2]
      • Improved Healing [+2]
    • Minion Ability:
      • Flesh Monster [+0]
    • Drawbacks:
      • Single-mindedly Devoted to Akua [-2]
      • Stands out [Large, Ugly] [-2]

HiKaizer
Feb 2, 2012

Yes!
I finally understand everything there is to know about axes!


Taver Einklassen - Pal’s Diner, Clefton Suburbs, Star City, Nu York, Federated States

After he left the pub, Taver looked up at his avian lookout. The creature dissipated into the air like ash in the wind. His shadowy simulacrum however he summoned back to him and it melded into his shadow on the wall. It was not necessary, he could have dismissed it as well, but there was a certain ritual and style to it that felt appropriate. Despite what the colonel might think, Taver would be in charge in time. A leader needed presence and pride, Baphoment could appreciate that.

He considered things on his drive back. Taver would need to use the colonel's son, he was the key to winning over the colonel. He had the man's confidence and loyalty for now, but the man would probably baulk when he found out about Taver's true allegiances and abilities. His son was younger, more flexible and importantly more impressionable. Maybe in time the colonel's son would supplant him in Taver's schemes, maybe not. But either way, the son would be the key to influencing his father down the darker path.

For the time being Taver took care of himself. He checked his correspondence, legal and ambiguously legal, and made sure he had groceries. He trained to keep up his fitness. And he thought about his next move. The first step would be to strike out at those con-men who brazenly used the church to steal and profit off of the masses. Of course the church was filled with con-men the higher you went, and it had become a corrupt and parasitical shell of its original teaching, but televangelists and those preachers who ran mega-churches was even more so. The naked greed for wealth was almost as shocking as the public's stupidity for falling for it. If god truly existed he had no need of a servant with three helicopters.

In two days he met with those people who were just going to be his eyes and ears on the ground, to help him gather information more discretely. Taver knew that he would be being watched, his contact with the colonel would have likely been noted by someone after all. If he started scoping out the mansion of a televangelist then they would realise his plan sooner, and would no doubt move against him. But your everyday person who asked their friend about the church or the mansion behind it? No one would think much of them. At least at first anyway...


Two days later Taver met with the group, and the meeting location was a karaoke bar. Meeting with a large amount of strangers would be difficult to avoid some kind of observation, so meeting indoors made sense. Meeting indoors in a closed room with lots of noise and a reputation for discrete meetings already made more sense. The particular venue he had chosen was known to have hosted criminal groups from East Asia before, or at least was known to have in certain circles. A party and alcohol were also good for getting people to open up, making them feel more camaraderie or at least revealing how trustworthy they might be (or if they were a plant only pretending to drink).

Taver also noted with a kind of clinical detachment, that alcohol, drugs and parties were a traditional demonic sacrament as well.

Action: meeting people at a karaoke bar to try and make surveillance and audio recording more difficult. Also he is trying to go for somewhere that is already used to discretion for other customers. Living Weapon [+2] to know about these kinds of underworld contacts and meetings, and also to try and fish out anyone trying to infiltrate him. In addition a Lifetime of Knowledge [+2] will help him get people to bond to him and to assist him.

Total of [+4]

His plan is basically to just get these people to do mundane observations and fact finding about his target before he scopes it out himself seriously.



  • Player: HiKaizer
      • Taver Einklassen

    • Faction: The Lords of Chaos
    • Qualities:
      • Living Weapon [+2]
      • Lifetime of Knowledge [+2]
      • Intimidating [+2]
    • Apocalypse Ability:
      • Shadow Control [+2]
    • Drawbacks:
      • Soul Scarred [-2]
      • Wroth [-2]

  • Player Owned: Hikaizer, NPC Minion(GM run)
      • The Colonel
    • Faction: The Lords of Chaos
    • Qualities:
      • Milita/Manpower [+2] (Rednecks, Hillbillies, Truckers, Bikers, Some Ex-military)
      • Military Resources/Weapons [+2]
      • Stronghold [+2]
    • Minion Ability:
      • None. (Needs Apocalpyse Ability use to change minion.)
    • Drawbacks:
      • Anti-Government (On Terrorism watchlist, will not accept ANY support of govt.) [-2]
      • Anger [-2]

Quornes
Jun 23, 2011


Francis Egerton - The New Blooming Heart Building, East Side, Star City, Nu York, Federated States



Francis takes the keys out of his pocket, picking through the ring until he finds a large brass one. Fumbling with the unfamiliar lock for a second he opens the wide double doors of the new building, no, new church of the Blooming Heart. He pushes through them, followed by his entourage of loyal core members. One flips on the lights as he strides into the center of the old office building.

"It'll need some work, but we've got a good foundation here to build on. Truly, I have heard the crystal song clearly and we have been led to our new pasture. With the revelations of the Crystal Bible, we shall work here to build the church and spread the teachings to the masses. And the worthy shall know peace and happiness."

The followers murmur an amen, before dispersing as directed to start clearing and cleaning the place up. Francis sets himself up in one of the front office areas and sits down to plan things out with one of his oldguard, a man named Larry.




Francis will direct the cult church to do a more...targeted recruiting. People in positions to manage and buy/sell the things they need to fix up the place. Maybe local construction workers or the guy who owns the construction company. Maybe the hardware or furniture store owner or just employees. This will let them get a sizable discount to spruce up the place. We'll spend $400,000 on this. The money will go towards very nicely furnishing the first and second floors. Some towards the basement, and a tiny bit to set up living quarters. Prioritization will go towards first printing enough...I'll just call them Crystal Bibles. Crystal Bibles and pamphlets. Then 1st and 2nd floor stuff.

3rd and above: These will be the private areas, needing key/keycards to access Bunks, clothes, etc. Get amenities up there, bath, cooking. Dumbwaiter to basement
2nd: "Counselling" rooms, mediation rooms, teaching or group areas. Semiprivate.
1st: Reception, shop area. Recreational areas. Back section will be a large preaching area, think church size. Will remove part of second floor to size it up. Elevator facing this area, can only be accessed from here. Francis's office will be behind the church area.
Basement: Sectioned in half. Front half seems normal. Its storage, maybe a freezer section to store food, laundry area. Dumbwaiter to third floor. The rest is a secret area, accessed from a secret door in the closed off section in the front area and a staircase leading down from Francis's office behind a moving bookcase. Here will be...secure holding cells, a secret ritual area for the higher initiates, etc.

Doing all this is very tedious and Francis decides it's time to initiate some people into the actual mysteries, unlocking their first chakra and basic crystal occult magic. These will be Counselors, headed by a Head Counselor. Using Crystal Plates[+2], he'll wait until the secret basement area is finished and then start going through some of the most promising candidates, the first being a follower from the old days named Larry. The Head Counselor will be responsible for a lot of the day to day stuff, like supervising the cult, leaving Francis to focus on the larger picture.

I'm not going to flesh out a full hierarchy, but it goes something like, New Recruit, Initiate, Follower, Acolyte. Those are the the mundane. Those awakened ascend further to Counselors and above.




  • Player: Quornes
      • Francis Egerton

    • Faction: The Crystal Ascension
    • Qualities:
      • Duke of Bridgewater [+4]
      • What Doesn't Kill You...[+2]
    • Apocalypse Ability:
      • The Crystal Plates [+2]
    • Drawbacks:
      • Like the Cult? [-2]
      • The Flesh is Weak... [-2]
    • Misc.
      • 1 Favor: Elvitine

Quornes fucked around with this message at Jul 6, 2018 around 01:33

Rhjamiz
Oct 28, 2007



Detective Kane - Kane's Apartment, Heaven’s Kitchen, Southside, Star City, Nu York, Federated States


Kane's sleep is fraught and unhelpful. The dreams, what did they mean? It was too confusing, too ominous. He wasn't sure he wanted to know what they meant.

Unfortunately, the waking world was worse. As soon as everything clicked into place, Kane was on his feet, rushing the perp. He was all offense, no defense; a furious explosion of anger and aggression in the form of his fist aimed right at the man's face.


Unclear if I am unconsciously/consciously aware of powers at this point, but I guess a big ol' Storm Lord [+2] Lightning Punch right out the loving window.

  • Player: Rhjamiz
      • Detective Stephen "Steve" Kane

    • Faction: Tabula Rasa
    • Qualities:
      • Investigator [+2]
      • PPAT [+2]
      • Pistol Qualification +2
    • Apocalypse Ability:
      • Storm Lord [+2]
    • Drawbacks:
      • Anger Management [-2]
      • Soft-Hearted [-2]

I am Communist
Apr 19, 2002



Akua - Warehouse, Slums, Old Town, Star City, Nu York, Federated States

Soft breaths, breathing hard. Running from Akua, terrified they will be torn apart. The tiny flying forms looked like a tiny leathery caterpillar with large membranous wings. Their tiny chirps sound eerie and frightening in the darkened warehouse as they used echolocation and not eyes to see. They had a head start on Akua but he was making up ground fast, leaping over boxes and discarded equipment.

They were getting away. NO! Akua leaped mightily, turning in the air gracefully as he landed in front of the fleeing watcher. Hand raised he put two darts into them. The figure collapsed in a pile of blankets and rags, they were much smaller and malnourished than they looked. Ripping the covering off, Akua found that he was a she. An early 20s or late teenaged girl. His eyes and other senses roamed over her, taking stock of what he had here. Dehydrated, vitamin deficient, old injuries like bones that had been broken or fractured and not healed entirely properly. A ghost of a memory entered Akua's mind, a girl somewhere. Third world perhaps, in a village. The smell of burned things and then it was gone. Phantom feelings and smells alike. She was slim and petite but had endured much. A hard life. Just like his, if he could remember it.

Dragging her back to the pile of the others, Akua set her down next to them. The Hand nearby continuing his devotions. The tracker wurms soon burned through their bio-fuel and fatty deposits and dropped the ground. Dried up husks like shriveled potato skins minus any moisture, they'd crumble to dust eventually as the cells weren't made to last indefinitely.


Akua creates some interesting bioforms as tools in the short term. They worked extremely well telling him where his prey was. A ghost of a memory. The catch of young street person, female added to the collection. The Hand is obedient even with all the excitement.



Taver Einklassen - Karoke Bar , Star City, Nu York, Federated States

Taver entered the Karoke bar, many gangs and criminals of Asian descent frequented the place. Taver's senses didn't tingle and his shadow didn't lash out or warn him of any surveillance. It didn't mean his healthy paranoia wasn't true. The group from online met him there eagerly. They all wanted to take down the church for different reasons. His shadow did bring some cameras to his attention, but passively. No one really paid Taver any mind too busy getting drunk and groping women. This was a traditional kind of place.

After much drinking and bad singing in the other rooms, Taver got down to business.

His new friends nodded.

Meeting criminals? The online group? More of the Colonel's men? Random people? I'll go with the online group that wants to take the church down. Unless you meant someone else. It would be harder to get random people to suddenly want to take down an institution they don't care about. If you want to befriend strangers first then move them on to harder stuff then we can do that and your next post can just insert them now being your friends and you leading them down the path to hell. If you use the online group you can go straight to surveillance.



Francis Egerton - The New Blooming Heart Building, East Side, Star City, Nu York, Federated States


The flock soon finds a few sales people from pottery-barnhouse and Ikeo and soon cheap but new and fashionable furnishings and decorations began filling the first and second floors. Making rooms was a little more budget consuming and an outside contracting company was soon used for the first through third floors. There wasn't enough money to do floors 4 through 10. And the secret sex dungeon was something that your followers knew would have outsiders calling the police. The front area of the basement was done properly but a specialist(and enough money to keep them quiet) would be needed for the latter half of the basement. The orders for the bibles and phamplets were submitted and would take a few weeks for the publisher to fill. But the materials would be illuminating.

Everything seemed to be falling into place. Some shady characters were hanging around, but luckily a member of the congregation called the police on them. They got away before they could be caught, but that was of no concern.

You get everything mostly except for the dungeon and secret area. The building has 10 floors (not including the Lower Level). It will take at least $300-$600k alone to make the secret area / dungeon real and keep anyone who architected, designed, and implemented it quiet. Most contractors would call the cops or file it somewhere in case it was used for bad purposes. Or tip off the govt about a cult possibly. This was kind of a really big action so training will have to wait and it kind of made sense since the secret ritual area isn't completed yet as well. Good rolls though. You almost someone visit you about your non-union construction job.




Detective Kane - "The artist formerly known as: Kane's Apartment", Heaven’s Kitchen, Southside, Star City, Nu York, Federated States


The lightning didn't shock Kane. It was what it did to the man before he hit. It was what it did to the corner apartment and building he was in. The explosion went off like a bomb. the detonation of energy in the confined space and the concussive force of the blast of thunder blew an apartment sized hole. Car alarms went off around the block as a storm unleashed heatlightning in the skies without rain. The apartment was on fire, it was small but spreading. The two bodies were charred and twisted in death at opposite sides of the room. The glow from the embers was barely enough. Kane stumbled. Unhurt. His clothes slightly singed but almost untouched.

What. The. gently caress.

He had to get out of here, there would be questions. He wasn't a terrorist but this wouldn't go down good at all. The Capt and the shouting match, the rookie and going home with her from the bar. The gas pipe from the stove caught fire and a spray of flame gushed. Alarms in the building and sirens filled the night.

gently caress.

Destruction! 1000% effective. The two bodies are burned and mangled beyond reason, the apartment is 95% destroyed and on fire. Emergency responders are on the way and all alarms are going off.

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Valhawk
Dec 15, 2007

EXCEED CHARGE


Akua - Warehouse, Slums, Old Town, Star City, Nu York, Federated States
1/3 BP

After subduing the intruder Akua turned his attention back to his Hand. Even through all of these happenings, the Hand had remained perfectly carrying out the order it had been given. Akua approaches, holding up a hand in silent order for his Hand to cease repeating the mantra. “You have done well to obey me in taking your punishment. It is clear you have learned what it was meant to teach, that you are mine and your place is always and everywhere to obey me. Now, I have other things to attend to. For the moment, guard this place and ensure that we are not interrupted by another intruder. I would prefer you capture any trespassers alive, but if your choices are to kill them to or allow them to escape, kill them.”

Once the matter with his Hand was resolved, Akua turned his attention back to the newest captive. There was a twinge of memory still lingering, but he pushed it aside, he didn’t have the time to linger on such things yet, this woman’s spying had reminded him of the dangers of laxness before he had truly secured a base of power. No, he had a fitting role in mind for her. Out of his arm grow several tendrils which stab into her along her spine, a highly efficient route to deliver large quantities of cells into her body. With what he had in mind, combined with the need to repair existing damage and malnourishment large amounts of cells would be required.

Just as he had turned the drunk into his Hand, loyal muscle to carry out his orders, he would transform this woman into his Eye. The cells spread throughout her body, bringing with them a complete transformation far more radical than his Hand’s. Organs were altered to raise efficiency and survivability, muscles enhanced for speed and precision rather than power, cells infiltrated and transformed every layer of skin. His Eye would be an invisible spy, its skin capable of perfectly matching its surroundings similar to a chameleon or an octopus, and scattering IR to render it invisible to heat-sensors. At the same time, it’s limbs transformed, lithe and powerful, they were perfect for complex movement through urban environments, and internal biological sound baffling meant that its movements should be all but silent. Hands and feet gained gecko style pads to allow it to cling to walls and other objects further increasing its range of movement.

As this was a creature meant to be invisible, Akua had little need to expend any time or effort providing it an appearance that could pass for human, his focus was entirely on function rather than aesthetics, and the most radical transformation was to its sensory organs. Existing sight, sound, and olfactory organs were made vastly more powerful, and several new sub-organs grew at various strategic points along its body, allowing 360 degree vision with greatly enhanced depth perception and motion acuity. At the same, time Akua went to work on its brain and nervous system. Like his Hand he strategically subverted its brain and nervous system, erasing anything that might obstruct its function such as conscience or excessive fear. Equally like his Hand, he did far more than that. Beyond enhancing its sensory centers to handle the massive onslaught of new data it receives, he took steps to ensure it was as blindly and fanatically devoted to him as his Hand, leaving clusters of cells permeating its brain and dominating its limbic system to ensure absolute obedience.

When all was said and done, the malnourished woman would be transformed into an inhuman creature, shaped solely to carry out its new purpose in life, gathering information for him, and ensuring he would never be caught by surprise like that again.

Akua is praising his Hand for its blind obedience and then having it guard the warehouse while he works on the girl.

He intends to use Ruthless Manipulator[+4], Flesh[+2], and Biomass[+2] to remake her into the Eye of Akua, a spy/recon type specialist. Aiming for heavily enhanced senses and detection avoidance. So the ability to see across the spectrum with super high acuity, enhanced hearing and smell, etc. Also, it'll have chameleon/cuttlefish like skin to allow it to be virtually invisible to both visual and heat detection, sound baffling in its limbs to allow silent movement, and the ability to stick to walls like a lizard. The Eye is meant to be virtually invisible most of the time so Akua isn't expending any effort to keep it human-looking. Though it still needs to be able to speak in order to communicate the results of its spying, etc.

Mentally, he’s going for a similar sort of blind devotion as his Hand, so a decent amount of flesh invading its brain and making alterations to ensure it is as single mindedly devoted as his Hand.


  • Player: Valhawk
      • Akua

    • Faction: Akua [Himself], (Phyrexia Style Propagation)
    • Qualities:
      • Ruthless Manipulator [+4]
      • Improved Body [+2]
      • Biomass [+2] (Well Fed) - Temp
    • Apocalypse Ability:
      • Flesh [+2]
    • Drawbacks:
      • Inhuman [-2]
      • Hubris [-2]
  • Player Owned: Valhawk, NPC Minion(GM run)
      • The Hand of Akua
    • Faction: Akua
    • Qualities:
      • Ultra Dense Bones [+2]
      • Maximum Strength [+2]
      • Improved Healing [+2]
    • Minion Ability:
      • Flesh Monster [+0]
    • Drawbacks:
      • Single-mindedly Devoted to Akua [-2]
      • Stands out [Large, Ugly] [-2]

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