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Ajax walked with the strangely colored elf girl, who never seemed to finish talking. At times, he had been forced to dart away from her, to scare off some potential predator with quick movements that signified he had seen them. He would then return, and she would go back to talking. While it made things more difficult than they needed to be, the little goblin was actually somewhat enjoying the conversation, as he had not had anyone else to talk to for quite a while.
After quite a while of walking, the trees would finally part and they would begin trudging over a discernable dirt path. Literal centuries of his master walking that trail to and from her camp had formed it into a decent enough walkway, if not a thin one. Once they had walked down the path for about ten minutes or so, though, the woods would all begin to turn to shoots of bamboo, thick and tall. Not long after, the tall, green stalks would part, and they would find themselves at his camp.
"We're here," is all he would say, speaking in elven, as he wandered towards a large fire pit. There was not much to the camp, at least in terms of comfort. A small shack off to one side had smoke coming from it, marking it as his place for curing meat. The fire pit he approached was easily big enough to cook a fully grown boar over, evidenced by the bones of one yet to be cleared from the roasting spit above.
Off to one side, there was a small lean-to, which seemed to house the goblin's bedding and most of his belongings. A brief glance inside would show he owned very little, all of which seemed like it could have been made by hand. The only exception was a wet stone, which appeared strangely thin. Held in a custom, wooden tool, the design was quite old but practical enough to still be in common use. Any the elven girl would have seen, though, would have held a stone at least ten times as thick. His seemed like it was one hard push away from snapping in half.
Apart from that, the camp held only one unique feature. Set off to one side was a clearing, that seemingly had no purpose. There were some small plants that looked to have once been cultivated surrounding it, though they had since overgrown. In the middle, though, was a single, very large, stone slab. Made entirely of marble, with black veins running through the pearly white stone, it was perfectly level with the ground around it. Spread across it, in an almost imperceptibly thin layer, was a trace of dust that formed the silhouette of a tall, elven woman. Nothing else marred the surface.
After quite a while of walking, the trees would finally part and they would begin trudging over a discernable dirt path. Literal centuries of his master walking that trail to and from her camp had formed it into a decent enough walkway, if not a thin one. Once they had walked down the path for about ten minutes or so, though, the woods would all begin to turn to shoots of bamboo, thick and tall. Not long after, the tall, green stalks would part, and they would find themselves at his camp.
"We're here," is all he would say, speaking in elven, as he wandered towards a large fire pit. There was not much to the camp, at least in terms of comfort. A small shack off to one side had smoke coming from it, marking it as his place for curing meat. The fire pit he approached was easily big enough to cook a fully grown boar over, evidenced by the bones of one yet to be cleared from the roasting spit above.
Off to one side, there was a small lean-to, which seemed to house the goblin's bedding and most of his belongings. A brief glance inside would show he owned very little, all of which seemed like it could have been made by hand. The only exception was a wet stone, which appeared strangely thin. Held in a custom, wooden tool, the design was quite old but practical enough to still be in common use. Any the elven girl would have seen, though, would have held a stone at least ten times as thick. His seemed like it was one hard push away from snapping in half.
Apart from that, the camp held only one unique feature. Set off to one side was a clearing, that seemingly had no purpose. There were some small plants that looked to have once been cultivated surrounding it, though they had since overgrown. In the middle, though, was a single, very large, stone slab. Made entirely of marble, with black veins running through the pearly white stone, it was perfectly level with the ground around it. Spread across it, in an almost imperceptibly thin layer, was a trace of dust that formed the silhouette of a tall, elven woman. Nothing else marred the surface.
@rocketrobie2 Anything a vampire eats/drinks that isn't blood doesn't get processed. They throw it back up. If they haven't roused the blood to appear human with a blush of life, they do it immediately. That's why high enough humanity or various advantages letting a vampire just consume normal human food is such a big deal.
Good post; May want to give it a once-over on the grammar and spelling. I'll do my best to reply within the next couple of days.
@Limey It's a somewhat important rule in the system, at least in my experience. Fire is the usual go-to for destroying things, ranging from important notes to bodies. While you could always set the fire to burn, then leave before it got going, that runs the risk of the fire going out or not taking light at all. The general way around that is to watch it to make sure, but kindred can't do that. So, players are forced to find other ways to dispose of things, besides the easiest one.
It's an interesting mechanic, based in lore and general logic, that I think adds an important aspect to the game.
Anyway, good post!
It's an interesting mechanic, based in lore and general logic, that I think adds an important aspect to the game.
Anyway, good post!
@flopflop122 Please don't roll unless I ask for it, and I will tell you the outcome of any rolls you make.
She recognizes that the seal means this note is from a ventrue. Clearly, this is him declaring himself as the new prince. He's making a power play by showing he knows what she is and how to find her.
She recognizes that the seal means this note is from a ventrue. Clearly, this is him declaring himself as the new prince. He's making a power play by showing he knows what she is and how to find her.
@flopflop122 Welcome to the game! Go ahead and mark that she has 1 hunger in her CS in the CS section.
@Limey Good post. Important note: Vampires don't deal in fire. The presence of it can trigger a fear frenzy. For a Brujah, that's especially a risk.
Edwin would know this. Please correct that. Otherwise, though, good post.
Edwin would know this. Please correct that. Otherwise, though, good post.
@rocketrobie2 Oh, very much so. He can still see and hear while he's going berserk. The beast is just in charge, so he can't do anything to stop it.
However, he'd also know that Sarah is fast enough to be in her car and out of there within seconds. She's long gone.
However, he'd also know that Sarah is fast enough to be in her car and out of there within seconds. She's long gone.
@rocketrobie2 I'll leave that up to you. You know them better; whichever one would be more likely to go practice with him after a bad show.
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