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The Black of Night - Urban Shadows

I will keep track of what i think of as one session with of play and post here when we begin a new session

Gold & Glory: AU thread

Emmaline sagged with relief as Markus entered the room. The strange snake had been giving a good account of itself but it would clearly be only a moment before Mavikim got the upperhand. Now the two swordsman circled each other, blades held in guards. As she watched Mavikim launched an assault, a series of overhand cuts which drove Markus back across the floor. For a moment she thought that Markus was outmatched, but as a woman darted across the floor she saw it had been a ploy to make space for his accomplish to get past the Pasha. Mavikim adjusted his footwork as though to strike at the girl, but Markus was waiting for it and he lunged forward, nearly ending the fight right then and there. Mavakim snapped up his blade in time, recoiling back and working hard to keep the point of Markus' sword from his body.

The girl reached Emmaline's side screaming and jumping backwards as the snake wriggled back this way, avoiding the stamping and slashing combatants. The woman's dark eyes cut to the lamp and Emmaline could see she was tempted to lunge for it. The snake obviously sensed it to, coiling around the brass lamp, lifting its hood and hissing warningly. The woman hesitated for a minute and then grabbed the cuff that held Emmaline's wrist undoing it with a grace that suggested she was familiar with it. Emmaline's hand shot out and unsnapped the second cuff. She sat up and yanked at her feet one at a time freeing them. The woman shouted something to her in Arabyian which she didn't understand.

Emmaline ignored her and jumped to her feet. Without missing a beat she snatched up a vase and hurled it at the back of Mavikim's head. The pasha shouted a curse and ducked under the missile, swatting away a thrust from Markus in a shower of sparks. Emmaline picked up another missile, a brass candle stick. Faster than she believed possible Mavikim flicked a dagger from his belt and tossed it at her back handed. Emmaline yelped in panic and swatted the blade out of the air more by luck than good judgement.

The Black of Night - Urban Shadows

@rush99999
Do you keep in touch of the people who turned during your ritual?

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Not at all @tokkiya I'd be pleased to have you.

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IC is under construction, everyone's character is approved so please move it to the character tab of the IC. We will start on debts and city building asap :)

The Black of Night - Urban Shadows

Nobody is afraid of the dark. People tell themselves that. People tell themselves that while putting up thousands of street lights, installing floodlights, glow strips, reflectors, night lights. But nobody is afraid of the dark. Right?

Things move in the dark, under the neon in strip clubs, in graveyards walled off with wrought iron. Vampires lounge in seedy salons, werewolves squabble in woods and biker bars, faries make deals in lonely coffee shops and noisome casinos. Wizard cast their spells above book shops and in the basements of old houses, demons stalk the earth. For the most part people ignore it, content to imagine that a troll attack is a hit and run, and a burned corpse is a gang hit gone wrong. Some mortals know, they get involved or take up arms, banding together to survive the long hours until dawn.

Beneath the surface of the city the supernatural world moves, wars are fought, treaties are made, mysteries perpetuated, power exercised. Factions and plots form and reform, sometimes lasting a night, sometimes working out over centuries. The creatures of the night intersect with the mortal world only obliquely, such points of contact are rare, dangerous and often bloody, but the masquerade is maintained. Comfortable in the world of deep fake and photoshop, no one wants to wake up to monster hunters with predator drones.

This is a story of the hidden world beneath the fabric of the city. The dark undercurrents which eddy and swirl out of sight. For years the city has boiled in an unstable status quo, but change is coming. Violent change. So take up your weapons, your sigils, your knowledge, keep your friends close and your enemies closer, because it is going to be a long night...

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Sounds like Custom City is the go, we will do debts in the IC and get an idea about NPCs and brainstorm the name.

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So final thing before we move into an IC and start hashing out our debts.

We need to decide on our city.

Urban Shadows gives you two options, you can play in a particular city (Chicago, NY or whatever) or you can play in The City, which is unnamed and entirely created.

What do you guys prefer?

Gold & Glory: AU thread

Emmaline hung on the rack from the cuffs that secured her wrists and ankles. The X shape spread eagled her without impeding Mavikim's access to her. The pasha was speaking to her but in his excitement, his clearly evident excitement, now that he had shed his robe he had switched back into Araybian which Emmaline couldn't follow in her current state. She was bound physically and cut off from the winds of magic and at Mavikim's mercy. The Pasha picked up a needle, the point of which glinted in the lamplight, and stalked around her lowering the point so that it trailed across her belly and up over her breast, leaving a thin red line but not actually drawing blood. She flinched away to the extent her bonds would allow it, which wasn't far but seemed to please Mavikim.

"Interesting tatoo," the pasha commented, lifting the needle away and seizing her wrist. Emmaline glanced down and to her surprise the golden serpent bracelet was gone, replaced by a tattoo that wound from her wrist to halfway up her forearm in astonishingly lifelike detail. She was too frightened to give the matter much thought at the moment however.

"Is that why we are here? To talk about tatoos?" she asked with as much bravado as she could summon up. Mavikim recoiled as though head been struck then his eyes narrowed.

"Eager to get started are we?" he asked with an unpleasant burr in his voice. He set the pin down and picked up a whip of heavy braided leather, slapping the butt of it into his palm with an audible snap. Emmaline laughed with derision she certainly didn't feel. Mavikim's jaw tightened.

"Something amuses you whore?" he asked, voice low and dangerous.

"You are just a man," she snickered, "all this talk of Mavikim, Master of the Djinn and it turns out your just an ordinary man. Very ordindary." Her glance down at his crotch was probably more insult than she should have used and he drew back his whip and cracked it down over her chest, the lash curling around sensitive flesh and making her yelp despite her best efforts to grit her teeth.

"You wan't to see what I am?" he demanded, setting the whip down and stalking over to another alcove. He returned a moment later with a battered brass lamp. He lifted the brass top slightly and Emmaline saw a swirling terrible darkness within that howeled with the hunger of a thousand winter storms. Solid darkness began to ooze from the lamp reaching for Emmaline like spectral fingers. She tried to recoil backwards but her bonds didn't allow it, terrifed and desperate to get away. Mavikim snapped the lamp shut.

"Maybe Ill give you to it when I'm done with you, hearing your screams when I open the lamp might be a pleasant amusement," he snickered with dark and evil relish. He leaned down and picked up a hooked knife.

"But not till I'm done," he crooned, moving up between her legs and leaning over her touching the tip of the knife to one breast. The tattoo exploded out of Emmaline's arm, transforming from ink to solid serpent in the space between eye blinks. The cobra sank its fangs into the Pasha's wrist with an audible snap of its jaws. Mavikim screamed and flung his arm back, losing his knife as he did so. The serpent clung on its tail whipping like a pennant flag in a gale as its jaws worried at the pasha's wrist. Finally the Arabyian managed to fling it free, sending the glittering serpent flying across the room to crash into a writing desk, overturning an inkpot and sending quills in all directions. Mavikim rounded on the serpent then on Emmaline, his eyes wide and enraged. He gripped his wrist, blood running between his fingers.

"You think a man in my position doesn't guard against poisons bitch?" he demanded.

"Honestly I hadn't give much consideration to the point of view of naked snake bitten men," Emmaline admitted with all the aplomb she could muster. Her breasts stung from the whip stroke and her wrists and ankles chafed from pulling fruitlessly at her bonds. Mavikim took a step towards her and the snake darted across the floor towards him. Mavikim had been expecting it and turned in time to seize the snake, twisting its head to prevent it from spitting in his eyes. Suddenly the snake was coiling trying to encricle the man's wrists. Mavikim hurled it away again before pulling a sword from a scabbard on the wall.

"I'm going to pour its venom sack into your eyes," he promised Emmaline, turning to search for the snake. Just in time to see its tail wrap around the lamp and drag it off the table where it had been set. Mavikim screamed in anger and charged after the rapidly slithering serpent, sword aloft.

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Hopefully tomorrow!