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I'm just a D&D junkie between DMs.
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And I'm back!
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To all my players and writing partners; Don't worry! I've not vanished or forgotten you. I've had something come up, and will be taking the rest of this week off from my RPs. See you next week!
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Starting a Vampire the Masquerade campaign. Look for it in the TTRPG interest check section. I'm gonna be a story teller!
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I feel torn. On one hand, I'm bored, so I want to get into some more RPs. On the other, I know once the quarantine ends, I won't have the free time to keep up with all of them. Temptation is a B.
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I'll likely be taking up the rear, if no one objects. I've got one of the highest passive-perceptions in the group, and easily the highest AC. If we get taken from behind, Tibor is likely to see it coming, and can yell out as a free actions. However, my initiative is terrible, so if I take up the front I'll be in everyone's way.
@Limey Essentially, yes. The rouse check isn't to see if you fail to activate the ability, so much as it is to see if your hunger increases for doing it.
Also, 1 is the minimum hunger you can be at without killing a human. It's not fully sated, but it's as close as you can get without taking a life. 5 would be ravenous to the point of entering a hunger frenzy.
And thank you.
Also, 1 is the minimum hunger you can be at without killing a human. It's not fully sated, but it's as close as you can get without taking a life. 5 would be ravenous to the point of entering a hunger frenzy.
And thank you.
@Dark Cloud I can officially call you a liar.
Unfortunately, Jesse failed his check to rouse the blood with a [urlhttps://www.roleplayerguild.com/ro…. Which means he'll be at hunger 2 for the start of this story.
Oh, everyone please mark your character's current hunger on your CS in the CS section. Everyone should be at minimum 1 at the start of this.
Luckily, he got six successes for his drive check, so he did quite well. 4 , 2 , 1 , 8 , 5 , 9 , 8 , 4 , 6 , 10 , 6, with the first two being the hunger dice means he escaped without a bestial response. Which is good.
My next post will be the contents of the manila envelope he received, which each of your characters will be receiving a copy of in your next posts. Feel free to post now with the results of your initial posts, as well as including your characters receiving the envelope from a source that ensures they will respond to it and take it seriously.
Oh, everyone please mark your character's current hunger on your CS in the CS section. Everyone should be at minimum 1 at the start of this.
Luckily, he got six successes for his drive check, so he did quite well. 4 , 2 , 1 , 8 , 5 , 9 , 8 , 4 , 6 , 10 , 6, with the first two being the hunger dice means he escaped without a bestial response. Which is good.
My next post will be the contents of the manila envelope he received, which each of your characters will be receiving a copy of in your next posts. Feel free to post now with the results of your initial posts, as well as including your characters receiving the envelope from a source that ensures they will respond to it and take it seriously.
Jesse looked down the track, his fist gripping the steering wheel of the beat up old volkswagen. His knuckles would be turning white, if they weren't already. Traditional rally race rules required a co-pilot, to read off the map and make sure the driver got in all the necessary lap types. This crowd, though, did not mandate it. The track, while rough, had no lap types. That meant it was just Jesse in the car, which was exactly how he liked it.
As soon as the engines fired, Jesse reached for his Beast. The power he pulled from it would cost him-he could feel himself grow hungry, as his skin tightened across his frame and his eyes briefly flashed crimson-but it would be worth it. Power flowed through him, his kindred blood rushing through his veins, filling him with speed far beyond anything a simple kine could hope to command.
Within moments of the flag dropping, Jesse was shooting from the starting line. Gravel spat under his tires, dirt flying high as he rounded corners and passed every car in front of him. Gears shifted and the engine purred as his near-instant reflexes let him respond to the slightest kick and pull from the road and the old machine he sat in. To onlookers, it would be like watching a someone running practice laps, his competition almost non-existent around him as he flawlessly cornered and drifted past them.
He finished nearly two full minutes ahead of the second place car. By the time he was done, the shocks on the old car were shot, and the transmission was close to giving out. Jesse had pushed the car to the limits with his powers, but it had won him the trophy. Really, that's all he had wanted. The thrill of victory, the desire to show people that he was better than them, was one of the few aspects of his humanity he had left. Even if the context for it had shifted.
As he went to the parking lot, he saw someone-a gorgeous woman, no less-leaning on his bike. It was hardly a new occurrence, though she certainly wasn't dressed like the usual girls who begged him for a ride. Before he could say anything, though, he felt a sudden, overwhelming sense of fear wash over him as the woman's eyes locked with his. That alone was enough to tell him that she wasn't normal, and that the manila envelope she was holding likely held bad news for him. Tossing the trophy in the trash, he approached, silently taking the paperwork to see what his latest orders from his Sire were. To his surprise, it was not her name written across the top of the documents.
As soon as the engines fired, Jesse reached for his Beast. The power he pulled from it would cost him-he could feel himself grow hungry, as his skin tightened across his frame and his eyes briefly flashed crimson-but it would be worth it. Power flowed through him, his kindred blood rushing through his veins, filling him with speed far beyond anything a simple kine could hope to command.
Within moments of the flag dropping, Jesse was shooting from the starting line. Gravel spat under his tires, dirt flying high as he rounded corners and passed every car in front of him. Gears shifted and the engine purred as his near-instant reflexes let him respond to the slightest kick and pull from the road and the old machine he sat in. To onlookers, it would be like watching a someone running practice laps, his competition almost non-existent around him as he flawlessly cornered and drifted past them.
He finished nearly two full minutes ahead of the second place car. By the time he was done, the shocks on the old car were shot, and the transmission was close to giving out. Jesse had pushed the car to the limits with his powers, but it had won him the trophy. Really, that's all he had wanted. The thrill of victory, the desire to show people that he was better than them, was one of the few aspects of his humanity he had left. Even if the context for it had shifted.
As he went to the parking lot, he saw someone-a gorgeous woman, no less-leaning on his bike. It was hardly a new occurrence, though she certainly wasn't dressed like the usual girls who begged him for a ride. Before he could say anything, though, he felt a sudden, overwhelming sense of fear wash over him as the woman's eyes locked with his. That alone was enough to tell him that she wasn't normal, and that the manila envelope she was holding likely held bad news for him. Tossing the trophy in the trash, he approached, silently taking the paperwork to see what his latest orders from his Sire were. To his surprise, it was not her name written across the top of the documents.
@Dark Cloud Normally, smoking would require a blush of life. However, Jose is only thin-blood trash, so he doesn't have to rouse his beast to enjoy a smoke.
That's fine.
@Dark Cloud believe it's on you, friend
Okay.
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