Flagg

Amongst the Lonesome- A return to Santa Somabra [Fantasy Noir]

I would be happy to collaborate and build up some subplots with anyone interested. Based on their CSes, Nyx and Maharet are especially likely to have worked with Kurtz or Barrow & White, Ltd before.

Amongst the Lonesome- A return to Santa Somabra [Fantasy Noir]

cool! excited for this one.

Amongst the Lonesome- A return to Santa Somabra [Fantasy Noir]

Kurtz

Name: Kurtz

Race: Human/Wendigo

Age: ?

Personality

Quickly, far too quickly, the roof under his feet was running out. The edge loomed closer.

Haggerty's heightened senses could smell the man- no, whatever he was, he wasn't a man- chasing him. Flowery cologne, just barely masking the reek of spoiled meat.

The roof ran out. Haggerty leapt.

Streets and alleys yawned out below him like dimly lit canyons, and for a delirious moment Haggerty spun and took in the city around him. High rises with windows blazing. Cars like ants crawling along Delerth Avenue. The Y train clattering down elevated tracks. The moon full and orange, glaring down at Santa Somabra like the eye of an angry titan or god.

Then he crashed through the skylight of the building opposite. He landed hard on a wooden floor, planks crunching beneath him.

A woman screamed, there were gasps and murmurs.

Haggerty looked around. Apparently he had interrupted a dinner party. Seven of them, well dressed. Nice apartment, richly appointed. There was a woman next to him struggling to her feet, covered in glass from the shattered skylight, covered in blood.

The Urge hit Haggerty hard. A gusher, so close. How could he not? A man rushed over to help the woman up. Haggerty paused. He knew he needed to run. He knew what was chasing him. But...

Haggerty lunged at the woman, shoving aside the man who had come to her aid. The rest of the humans ran, some shrieking, some dialing frantically on their phones.

Haggerty paid no attention. He licked the woman's glass-and-blood covered arm for one long, lascivious second before sinking his teeth into her jugular and draining her in four quick gulps.

Life surged through his limbs. Let the bastard try to take him now...

On cue, there was a heavy thud and crunch of broken glass next to where Haggerty knelt over his now bloodless prey.

Haggerty dropped the corpse and stood, facing his former pursuer. They were still for a moment as they assessed each other.

Haggerty was tall, lanky and thin, pale in complexion and baring long fangs. His face, framed by long black hair, was covered in the tattoos of the Nyte Kings, his eyes were crimson-and-black pits.

The other man was short, thickset, shaved bald. He wore thin rimless spectacles and an expensvie three piece suit. His royal blue tie matched his pocket square. He was smirking, as though the scene around him was very mildly entertaining.

"Hello William," he said, "I believe you have something that belongs to my employers."

Haggerty laughed, a low gurgling sound as blood sputtered down his chin. "You're fucked, Kurtz. No one can on take a full fed King, not even a... whatever you are."

The other man shrugged and stepped forward, "Give me the pendant, William."

Haggerty swung at Kurtz, who batted the fist away with an almost lazy slap. The vampire snarled and dove at him.

The fight lasted three minutes, two and a half minutes longer than it would have had William Haggerty, Nyte King, not been freshly fed. It ended with the vampire splayed across the half-collapsed dinning room table, a finely wrought dagger protruding from under his ribs. Kurtz was leaning over him, clutching the vampire's head.

"Foolish to steal from us, William," said Kurtz, grabbing the necklace that lay around the vampire's neck and pulling it off with a snap. Kurtz let go of the Nyte King, tucking the pendant into his jacket. Haggerty twitched and gasped.

"Even more foolish to stand and fight. There are leeches in this city I would think twice about crossing..." said Kurtz, pulling his knife from the vampire's side, "...but you are not one of them. Goodnight, William."

Kurtz picked up a leg from the broken table, studied it a moment, then smiled faintly as he plunged it through the wounded Nyte King's chest.

William Haggerty shrieked and writhed as he melted into ash.

Bio:

Kurtz represents the Santa Somabra interests of Barrow & White, Inc., an obscure London-based firm that-on the surface- deals in artwork, antiques, and exotic goods.

B&W are well known among the upper crust of the magical subcultures of Somabra as brokers in blood-slaves, assassins, magical artifacts, information, and anything else the rich and the preternaturally inclined might need. Looking for the sword of a twelfth-century warlock to aid you in your fight with an archdemon? Need to sell an ancient book of blasphemous litanies? Want a rival vampire-lord killed? If you're the right sort of person, with the right sort of contacts, Barrow & White is at your service.

The firm also serves frequently as neutral third party in disputes between rival vampire and elven houses. They are prized for their discretion, tact, and reasonable rates, as well as their and selectivity about with whom they are willing to do business.

Kurtz is Barrow & White's primary representative in Santa Somabra, working out of a small, upscale office in the financial district. He knows and is known by all the major players on the scene, and shares his employers' reputation for competence as a negotiator, and mercilessness towards those who cross him. Just what he is, and what the extent of his abilities are, is the object of some speculation. What is not in dispute, however, is that those who make enemies of the Firm usually end up dead.

Amongst the Lonesome- A return to Santa Somabra [Fantasy Noir]

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I like what's there so far.

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I'd refrain from going full-steam punk. Goblin-tech in SS is more shoddy, poorly made human tech.

@Kingfisher

Glad you liked it. Bio complete.

Amongst the Lonesome- A return to Santa Somabra [Fantasy Noir]

Kurtz

Name: Kurtz

Race: Human/Wendigo

Age: ?

Personality

Quickly, far too quickly, the roof under his feet was running out. The edge loomed closer.

Haggerty's heightened senses could smell the man- no, whatever he was, he wasn't a man- chasing him. Flowery cologne, just barely masking the reek of spoiled meat.

The roof ran out. Haggerty leapt.

Streets and alleys yawned out below him like dimly lit canyons, and for a delirious moment Haggerty spun and took in the city around him. High rises with windows blazing. Cars like ants crawling along Delerth Avenue. The Y train clattering down elevated tracks. The moon full and orange, glaring down at Santa Somabra like the eye of an angry titan or god.

Then he crashed through the skylight of the building opposite. He landed hard on a wooden floor, planks crunching beneath him.

A woman screamed, there were gasps and murmurs.

Haggerty looked around. Apparently he had interrupted a dinner party. Seven of them, well dressed. Nice apartment, richly appointed. There was a woman next to him struggling to her feet, covered in glass from the shattered skylight, covered in blood.

The Urge hit Haggerty hard. A gusher, so close. How could he not? A man rushed over to help the woman up. Haggerty paused. He knew he needed to run. He knew what was chasing him. But...

Haggerty lunged at the woman, shoving aside the man who had come to her aid. The rest of the humans ran, some shrieking, some dialing frantically on their phones.

Haggerty paid no attention. He licked the woman's glass-and-blood covered arm for one long, lascivious second before sinking his teeth into her jugular and draining her in four quick gulps.

Life surged through his limbs. Let the bastard try to take him now...

On cue, there was a heavy thud and crunch of broken glass next to where Haggerty knelt over his now bloodless prey.

Haggerty dropped the corpse and stood, facing his former pursuer. They were still for a moment as they assessed each other.

Haggerty was tall, lanky and thin, pale in complexion and baring long fangs. His face, framed by long black hair, was covered in the tattoos of the Nyte Kings, his eyes were crimson-and-black pits.

The other man was short, thickset, shaved bald. He wore thin rimless spectacles and an expensvie three piece suit. His royal blue tie matched his pocket square. He was smirking, as though the scene around him was very mildly entertaining.

"Hello William," he said, "I believe you have something that belongs to my employers."

Haggerty laughed, a low gurgling sound as blood sputtered down his chin. "You're fucked, Kurtz. No one can on take a full fed King, not even a... whatever you are."

The other man shrugged and stepped forward, "Give me the pendant, William."

Haggerty swung at Kurtz, who batted the fist away with an almost lazy slap. The vampire snarled and dove at him.

The fight lasted three minutes, two and a half minutes longer than it would have had William Haggerty, Nyte King, not been freshly fed. It ended with the vampire splayed across the half-collapsed dinning room table, a finely wrought dagger protruding from under his ribs. Kurtz was leaning over him, clutching the vampire's head.

"Foolish to steal from us, William," said Kurtz, grabbing the necklace that lay around the vampire's neck and pulling it off with a snap. Kurtz let go of the Nyte King, tucking the pendant into his jacket. Haggerty twitched and gasped.

"Even more foolish to stand and fight. There are leeches in this city I would think twice about crossing..." said Kurtz, pulling his knife from the vampire's side, "...but you are not one of them. Goodnight, William."

Kurtz picked up a leg from the broken table, studied it a moment, then smiled faintly as he plunged it through the wounded Nyte King's chest.

William Haggerty shrieked and writhed as he melted into ash.

Bio:

Kurtz represents the Santa Somabra interests of Barrow & White, Inc., an obscure London-based firm that-on the surface- deals in artwork, antiques, and exotic goods.

B&W are well known among the upper crust of the magical subcultures of Somabra as brokers in blood-slaves, assassins, magical artifacts, information, and anything else the rich and the preternaturally inclined might need. Looking for the sword of a twelfth-century warlock to aid you in your fight with an archdemon? Need to sell an ancient book of blasphemous litanies? Want a rival vampire-lord killed? If you're the right sort of person, with the right sort of contacts, Barrow & White is at your service.

The firm also serves frequently as neutral third party in disputes between rival vampire and elven houses. They are prized for their discretion, tact, and reasonable rates, as well as their and selectivity about with whom they are willing to do business.

Kurtz is Barrow & White's primary representative in Santa Somabra, working out of a small, upscale office in the financial district. He knows and is known by all the major players on the scene, and shares his employers' reputation for competence as a negotiator, and mercilessness towards those who cross him. Just what he is, and what the extent of his abilities are, is the object of some speculation. What is not in dispute, however, is that those who make enemies of the Firm usually end up dead.

Hokuko - A freeform, open-world, cyberpunk city, with player-driven plot & collaboration

Def. interested.

The Jericho Road

@FlaggWould people still know enough for the Khergit's reputation as demons and devils to work effectively?

@ClocktowerEchos

Christianity is not the only religion with demons. All sorts of religions and bastardized forms of current religions can exist, I'd rather just keep actual IRL religions a low-key presence.

The Jericho Road

@Arawak: IC will be soon, and I'll explain how that will work shortly.

@Clocktowerechos: old world religions may still exist, but I'd rather they not be too too prevalent.

The Seven Cities

Hi all-

Just reporting in. I havent been that active in the chat recently because RL, but I'm still here and loving the posts so far. Keep 'em coming! I'm working on a post now.

The Jericho Road

Welcome @Capra! Who now is awarded the dubious honor of the first person to bring Nazis into this post-apocalypse. Yay!