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Vampire: The Masquerade. Dance of the Damned

Awesome, will try to post in the next couple days. :)

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

The next morning yet again it became apparent that the organization had failed in their attempts to keep the 'monster's' rampage from being documented and shown on the news. But this time it was far worse than the previous leaks.

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"We ask that parents with young children please remove them from the room now as the content you are about to see is both graphic and highly disturbing." The suited man on the television screen declared in the normal practiced voice of a newscaster. "The outbreaks of violence continue and the killer that has become known as Nightmare has struck for a third time."

The screen shifted away from the man to show a video feed that the would be recognized by the STRIKE leadership as the same video that they had been shown through the helmet cam the evening before.The screams of dying men and the laughter of a monster in the darkness followed by the thunderous challenge issued directly to a man called 'Director Anderson'.

Then the screen shifted again to show photographs of the most recent crime scene as well as the clean up operation being undertaken by men who appeared to be government employees. "It seems that the government is actively covering up these murders and does not see fit to warn you. Who is this Director Anderson and why has he been covering up crimes of this magnitude? What is this STRIKE? And what freaking metahuman monster is behind these attacks? We will keep you informed as we know more."

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Despite STRIKE’s best efforts they were too late the footage of not only the crime scene but the attempted clean up that they had engaged in was all over the news the next day. The second brutal attack and slaughter was enough to convince many people that something was actually going on and like it had before fear and tension reared their ugly heads across the city.

This time there was no feeling of relief as the days ticked away without another attack. It had been three days between the first two and many now began to suspect that the same thing was going to happen. Still the days passed without incident, though people were troubled by the sudden presence of patrols of combat ready men and women who seemed to have occupied the city. When night fell again on the third day since the last attack one would have expected the city to be quiet. Instead the city was still bustling, perhaps there were a few less people milling about, perhaps the nightlife was suffering to a degree but there was still a lot going on.

And one poor unfortunate soul was about to encounter the monster that now stalked Lost Haven. Cathy Brooks had been delayed. Her boss had kept her late and as a result she missed the last bus that would have taken her home. And so she had to walk home. She fumed inwardly as she walked down the streets.

Her goal was to get home as quickly as possible and minimizing the chances that anything bad would happen and so she turned onto a little traveled side street that would cut time off her journey home even though it was poorly lit. Her footsteps echoed down the deserted side street, little better than an alley really as she moved around a pile of boxes that had been left there. And then she paused, were those other footsteps coming from behind her?

She turned but couldn’t see anything back there, had it always been so dark? She thought that the streetlights had illuminated at least part of where she had walked before but in was suddenly pitch black. Turning away she began to walk forwards again when she heard a sound. It was wet and disturbing, a sound that was almost like something slithering but different in some subtle way. And that sound came from behind her as well.

Cathy began to run, but she had only made it a few paces when the entire street went dark and she could not see a thing. She kept trying to run and tripped over another set of boxes which sent her crashing to the ground. She tried to scramble back to her feet as the sound of breathing, loud and sounding like the infernal bellows of some demonic furnace drew closer. But then she heard a voice. It was inhuman and sounded thick and heavy while vibrating as if it was spoken through water, or perhaps a layer of some sort of slime. It was a voice that sounded like it came from something set lose from hell itself.

“Stop.” It said simply but with a tone that froze the young woman in the midst of her effort to get back onto her feet. “I know who you really are.” The voice continued, seeming to come from both in front of her and behind her.

“Wha- What?” Was her stammered response and even as she stammered it out she sensed she had done something wrong. A hand that felt wrong wrapped around her midsection and another gripped her arms, and yet another wrapped around her legs as she felt herself lifted up into the air. She felt a gust of hot air rush over her body, hot air that reeked of sulfur.

And the voice sounded again. “I know who you really are and I am making an offer. I know how you spend most nights Firestorm. Join me and this shall be your night. We shall slaughter with fire in your name.”

The young woman remained frozen in terror as the hands still gripped her and periodic waves of heat washed over her from the creature’s breathing. How did this thing know? And what did it mean about joining it? It was even worse because she couldn’t do anything without there already being flames. She could always say yes and then run when it let her go.

Cathy began to open her mouth to try and reply the creature when she heard the sound of men talking as they walked past the entrance to the side street. She recognized the sounds of commands and a brief hope seized her. “HELP!” she screamed before her body was ripped into three pieces and discarded. The last thing her fading mind heard was the creature saying “A pity” as gunfire erupted and men cried out in alarm.

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It was a pity and as the shadows billowed outwards to meet the gun wielding agents of STRIKE the being within them spared a second for disappointment. He had rather liked the work that Firestorm had done, the torched buildings, the burning people; they had all had a certain flare to them. Still he had other candidates to approach.

Bullets bounced off flesh that was harder than steel and a thick tendril of darkness lashed out faster than the eye could see, within it was an arm and a hand, the claws of which beheaded one of the strike soldiers. Then the full mass of shadows struck them and darkness fell completely. In all the times the being had fought these soldiers he was surprised that they still hadn’t learned anything.

Soldiers were lifted up and as they fired their guns in vain the creature simply broke them apart with his hands and dropped them to the ground. One had the presence of mind to try another tactic and a flash bang fell from his hand to explode against the ground. The brilliant light temporarily blasted back parts of the dark but the light was too blinding and none could see what lurked within before the darkness returned and the last member of the team was slaughtered.

A hand cupped the helmet of one of the fallen soldiers, claws prying it away from the skull as the being raised it. On the film it would look as if thin air was raising the camera in the darkness and it would show nothing. And at the same time another hand did the same to another soldier.

“DIRECTOR ANDERSON. THANK YOU FOR THE MEAL.” The voice echoed as the being spoke and the cameras recorded the sound. “YOU HAVE PURSUED ME, YOU HAVE HIDDEN ME. NO LONGER WILL I BE HIDDEN. THIS IS MY TIME!” One of the cameras and helmet covered in gouges was placed down in the center of the slaughtered men and the monster went to work on the bodies, butchering them and preparing his message with haste for the sirens in the distance could be heard already.

When the cops arrived they would find yet another scene of slaughter and this time the message was simply written in blood, with the dismembered bodies stacked neatly around it.

HELLO LOST HAVEN
3 OF 20
RECRUITING
NIGHTMARE

Vampire: The Masquerade. Dance of the Damned

Faction Name: The Palm Springs Crew

Allegiance: Independent

Location: Palm Springs

General Information: The Palm Springs Crew is a faction that has been around for a considerable length of time and it is a faction that has been forced to hide its nature in almost all interactions. As one of the few if not the only old Tzimisce domain in the new world the vampires who run the town have long been incredibly secretive and cautious. Most dealings with outsiders are done through ghoul emissaries or through the member of the crew known as the Emissary who is of unknown bloodline. The leaders of the crew were never seen by outsiders for nearly 60 years since they first took up dominion over the small resort town.

However in the last two years things have changed slightly. During the chaos that followed the assassination of many anarch and camarilla leaders several groups attempted to seize the town, viewing it as a sign of weakness that the vampires in charge had hidden behind ghouls. This belief was mistaken and the incursions were smashed but the force and means used to suppress the incursions have led to the rumor mills churning and some of the veil of secrecy was damaged.

Character Sheets:

Chag Ha Ander

Name: Chag Ha Ander (The Pale Man)

Appearance:


Generation: 6th

Clan: Old Tzimisce

Disciplines: Animalism, Auspex, Vicissitude

Personality: Chag Ha Ander is in some ways the typical Tzimisce, describing him as a sadist will only make him laugh and then proceed to show you just how inferior your understanding of true sadism is. He has sampled of the endless buffet of screams and agony, has devised countless ways to torture those who he judges to be his enemies and in that way is similar to what you might well expect. He is also old fashioned and a proud being still claiming for himself the title of Voivode that he once held in his heyday before his holdings in Eastern Europe fell. His identity as one of the old Fiends is one of the strongest elements that hold the old vampire’s sense of self together and as such things like the hospitality rituals are held in the highest regard.

However he does differ from many of his ilk as he is not so frozen into a single mindset that he cannot adjust at least to some extent. While most of his kind would be unable to conceive of the possibility of relocation he has done so several times. His mind is still somewhat fluid and he has been able to learn things and adjust to the modern era better than most of his kind. That is not to say that he accepts the modern era as that is far from the truth, his hatred for modernity and the restrictions that it puts on him burns hot and it is only self-preservation that keeps him from acting on the old desires.

Biography: Chag Ha Ander like most of the Tzimisce views what occurred in the years of his life prior to his embrace as rather insignificant, however there is still some pride to be had in the memories of the feats that allowed him to be chosen for immortality. In the 1200s the Mongol hordes swept into Eastern Europe bringing death and destruction on their drive to conquer. Chag Ha Ander was a man of power in the army, a commander of men and he was detached from the main forces to lead a raid into a portion of what is now known as Hungary.

It was ill fate for the invasion force, but ultimately good fortune for Chag Ha Ander when his men stumbled across the residence of what reports said was the lord of the region. With confidence born of his years of command he ordered the attack and fate was set in motion. He led the assault personally and was shocked when his men encountered terrifying creatures of twisted flesh and bone, monsters that seemed to have been shaped from human into something else entirely.

His forces were outmatched but he continued to fight, demonstrating ruthlessness and strategy learned in his years of life. He even sacrificed groups of his own men to gain temporary advantages. It even appeared that his strategies were working until the lord of the castle unleashed something more terrifying. A massive beast that simply shrugged off anything that came for it and that destroyed his men utterly. He prepared to meet death himself when the creature was stopped.

Instead the lord of the land impressed with the ruthlessness and battlefield skill of the man descended himself and after defeating Chag Ha Ander with the greatest of ease, embraced him to begin his long period of unlife. For many years he existed as a pawn of his sire, an ancient Tzimisce methuselah who sought to protect himself through the creation of loyal vassals who would surround his own holdings to serve as shields. Eventually with the bond established and confidence that his new servant would not betray him Chag Ha Ander’s sire granted him land.

He set up his own domain there and for a time things went according to plan. But things would change when the anarch revolt swept into the lands of the Tzimisce. His sire’s plan to surround himself with loyal vassals as a line of defense was not sufficient. First the anarchs had come for Chag Ha Ander and he fought them and lost. He was believed slain, suffering a wound that would have killed most and left for dead in the wreckage of his lands.

Then the anarchs went after his sire and successfully slew the ancient vampire in a great battle. But such was a hollow victory for when the old one died his vozhd was freed from all control and the beast rampaged through the anarch ranks, destroying most of the group before being slain itself.

Ultimately Chag Ha Ander awoke and free of the bond for the first time moved into the holdings that his sire had previously occupied and during the chaos that was the aftermath of the anarch revolt managed to establish himself and gain the recognition of the other remaining old Tzimisce who had weathered the storm. It was soon after he claimed his sire’s former territory that he embraced his first childe and in time he would choose others.

His rule over the land would endure for another four hundred years before the changing times brought him down along with many of the others who had managed to weather the earlier storms. It is a subject that is seldom discussed and that he does not mention save in moment of rage how his fall ultimately came at the hands of the pathetic kine who had long been his food and nothing more. Times had changed and industry had flourished, the veil of fear and superstition that had long kept his kind enthroned began to fade away.

Peasant revolts began, and while the first several were put down with bloody ease eventually there was one that forced him to retreat into his own fortress. Trusting in the strength of his walls and planning to destroy the revolting peasants when the next night fell he and his childer slumbered. But the rule of fear was not perfect and a servant that he believed firmly cowed betrayed him, opening a gate to allow the besiegers access. He was roused by the conflict and in an act of supreme will forcibly flesh crafted one of his childe into his likeness before dragging his consort along with him in a flight to the very bowels of his fortress.

There they escaped the rampage of the rebels but when night had fallen and they emerged the castle was in ruins and his forces had been mostly destroyed. With the rebels still at large and his own forces shattered there did not appear to be a good solution. The other Voivodes would not help and he was too proud to ask for their help. To move appeared to be the only option and as hated as it was this seemed to offer the best chance of survival.

Europe was hostile, with many ancients entrenched in various places and so he turned his eyes to the new world. With the last few servants and what wealth remained to him, he arranged passage to the Americas and attempted to establish a new domain for himself there. The first attempt was moderately successful at first as he managed to purchase a sizeable expanse of land in Texas and established himself there. While it was not so fine as his old land in Europe the aristocratic society of the pre civil war south was somewhat tolerable and the slave system provided a ready source of food as well as easy targets for his appetites. It was here that he embraced another of his few surviving childer, one of the overseers in his plantations attracted his attention through the clever cruelty and torture of various forms that the man inflicted upon the slaves.

Unfortunately for Chag Ha Ander his new domain would prove short lived as the Civil War broke out a mere 20 years after his arrival and the system that had proved so accommodating to his needs was obliterated. He would linger on in the south for almost another hundred years before it had changed to the point that very little of what had attracted him to the region still remained.

In the 1950s, following the outbreak of violence and the overthrowing of the Camarilla rulership of Los Angeles he relocated a final time to the town of Palm Springs, wiping out the previous anarch gang that had claimed the town and establishing it as his own domain. Since then he has ruled over the town with an iron if by necessity subtle fist.

In the chaos of the conflict that erupted two years prior Chag Ha Ander and his childer attempted to avoid becoming involved though several incidents forced the ancient vampire to take action himself to destroy those who sought to press into his territory. The very decisive way in which the incursions were smashed has reinforced the impression that the Palm Springs vampires were not easy pickings but has also made a delicate situation more volatile. While his appearances were brief some wonder at the power of this leader and question why so powerful a being leads what is supposedly an independent anarch splinter group. And there are rumors of things unleashed in those encounters that sound like the stuff of old stories from lands half a world away.

His Childer

Name: Svetlana Ference

Generation: 7th

Appearance:


Clan: Old Tzimisce

Disciplines: Animalism, Auspex, Vicissitude

Personality: Svetlana was embraced almost 600 years ago and for 600 years Chag Ha Ander has had the opportunity to mold her mind and body, sculpting her like clay to suite his own desires. Her emotions towards him are those of extreme devotion and she simply cannot conceive of acting against him, even subtly. To others on the other hand she is casually cruel and manipulative specializing in twisting the feelings of others to suit her own desires and the desires of her Sire which she equates or even holds superior to her own goals. She is a creature who has been crafted by her master rather than her own will and is twisted to the point that she cannot truly see the difference between the two anymore. Despite this much of her original personality still remains intact as Chag Ha Ander approved of it, her grace and naturally refined nature have been kept and tempered with cruelty and spite.

Biography: A child of nobility in one of the many families of human nobles who served beneath the Tzimisce at the height of their dark power Svetlana was expected to grow up and be married off to secure political ties to another family. It was something of a fluke that the girl caught the eye of the family's overlord instead and his demands were granted without hesitation, the family knowing well the power of the ire of one of the elder fiends. Chag Ha Ander tested her, first to see if she was worthy of the embrace, which she was found to be and then with the test of his own devising to ensure that all his childer would possess his own gift for survival.

Her first experience after embrace was one that would have killed most kindred and kine alike as the ancient vampire thrust the blade of a sword through her head and then removed it, critically damaging her brain. When it became apparent that she unlike his previous attempts was not expiring her sire went to work and began the process of shaping her into what he desired her to be. She next awakened changed and with a devotion to her sire that pushed all other desires to the sidelines. For nearly 600 years she has served him, playing the role that he designed and shaped her for.

Name: Randall Bishop

Generation: 7th

Appearance:



Clan: Old Tzimisce

Disciplines: Vicissitude, Auspex, Dominate

Personality: A vain, cruel, and innovative man in life Randall Bishop has retained these qualities in his undeath. The man is cruel, fond of inflicting tortures upon the mortals merely for the sake of his twisted pleasures, he takes special pleasure in torturing people of particular ethnicity and his tendencies in that direction survived the transfer from mortal to vampire. His creative genius for cruelty however appears to be at the cost of his overall intellect as while the man is quite capable he seems to lack independence in many areas. While this makes him ideal in some respects as he is easy to keep in line by virtue of the blood bond and he would never go against his sire the fact that his genius is so limited makes him an irritation at times.

Biography: Randall Bishop was an overseer of slaves, a man known for his brutality and cruelty to the point where he had actually been fired for being overly brutal several times by former employers. He could not understand why the people he worked for continued to reprimand him for actions that were wholly justified and reasonable and this led to his repeated firings. He was surprised when a man who was starting up a new plantation contacted him and said he was the perfect choice to run roughshod over the slave population there, surprised but pleased.

With his job prospects seeming poor he accepted and for a few years looked the other way at the strange ways of the master, the fact that the man and his 'wife' never seemed to be around during the day, or how they would summon slaves to the mansion who would never leave again, simply doing his job and enjoying the freedom allowed to him. After those few years though he was called before Chag Ha Ander and forcibly embraced. He became more than human and things changed. His mind was molded by the will of his new sire and his loyalty was cemented through the application of a blood bond to the point where he cannot even think about betraying the master.

He proved difficult to reconcile after the civil war ended in a defeat for the south and with the approval of Chag Ha Ander, who also wished for the servile population of free meals to be kept in their place he was involved in certain evening activities designed with that express purpose of spreading fear to keep the ex-slaves in what he considered the proper mindset. Since the move to Palm Springs the former overseer has proven to still be useful, and his genius for torture has continued to amuse his sire but the man's rage means that the ancient vampire has to keep a tight grip that even he normally does on this particular childe.

Name: Roger Wilson

Generation: 7th

Appearance:


Clan: Old Tzimisce

Disciplines: Vicissitude, Animalism, Auspex

Personality: Roger Wilson is relatively new to his unlife and his psyche has not yet had time to recover from the the process by which he has been molded and then cast as seen appropriate by his sire. He is largely uncertain of his own actions, frequently guided more by the detailed commands given to him by the other more experienced members of Chag Ha Ander's 'family' that by his own insights. Still he was clever in life and his intelligence still exists in death further his knowledge of modern day criminal enterprise has proven useful in combating the kine servants of other influential kindred in the LA region.

Biography:Roger was a man who tried and ultimately was somewhat successful in organized criminal enterprises. Like most Tzimisce his life prior to the embrace is dismissed as rather unimportant though he was chosen specifically for the more modern skill set that he possessed. He would be able to deal with problems in ways that the others had a more difficult time grasping as they were more rooted in the past while his criminal skills were from the present. As he was only embraced approximately 8 years ago there is not much to tell of his story so far.

The others will be added soon. Working on getting them written up again.

Vampire: The Masquerade. Dance of the Damned

Awesome :)

Sadly his original sheet was lost when the old guild went down but I can have a new sheet for him up in a few days. Is that alright?

Vampire: The Masquerade. Dance of the Damned

I have interest. The pale man shall return if allowed?

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

Three days had passed since the first grisly murder had occurred, since the Conner family had been found slaughtered and used as macabre materials for a twisted being’s message. Three days had passed with relative peace, three days without another murder of that caliber. Lost Haven was not a small city and even something as horrible as the butchering of the family quickly became yesterday’s news. For the city was fickle. It didn’t help that the feds hadn’t turned up any leads, or if they had they weren’t talking and STRIKE’s searches turned up nothing as they almost always did and so it seemed that perhaps the man that had done this had moved on, at least to the people of Lost Haven.

But some few knew better, STRIKE knew the pattern, the way the man who called himself Nightmare always behaved. And on this third night after the Conners were butchered a monster was on the hunt again.
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Reggie Anderson surveyed the street from behind the tinted windows of the fortified limo. The sound of booming music and the small party that was taking place inside the vehicle was only background noise to him. He was paid for it to only be background noise, as after all it was his job to be a guard. Really though he didn’t see what the point was, it was well after midnight and the neighborhood wasn’t one that the other gangs dared to show their faces in.

But he wasn’t paid to do the thinking, he was paid to be a wall between his boss and the people who would like to see his boss dead and so the thoughts of how stupid it was to be on alert in the middle of night in the center of their territory was shoved to the side as he continued to look out the window.

But while he had been distracted something had changed, he could no longer see the streetlights out the right window. In fact he couldn’t see anything out that side but a think inky darkness. He began to lower the window, to see what was going on, had some kids thrown paint on the side in the moment he had been distracted? He couldn’t really think of any reasons for the sudden darkness. Before the window had lowered more than an inch or two something struck the limo with force sufficient to send it flipping over.

A chorus of screams sounded from the shocked people who had been drinking and doing other things before the impact as the large car rolled over twice before coming to rest on the sidewalk. Reggie could see holes in the side of the vehicle, long and deep in a pattern that looked almost as if they had been made by claws that cut straight through the metal. He reached for a gun even as the others continued to have hysterics before everything went black.

Blinking did nothing to banish the darkness and he heard the cracked windows shatter as something slammed against them, seemingly from every direction at once. He raised the gun and shot out the window in an attempt to hit whatever it was but aside from the harsh roaring of the gun there seemed to be no effect.

He heard several of the screams cut off with gurgling noises even as he felt what must have been a hand, but a hand with far too many fingers, and far too many joints in each finger close around his gun arm at the wrist and casually ripped it off of his body. It was then that he screamed himself, and he heard laughter, a terrible laughter that he couldn’t imagine had come from a human throat.

Still blind he could do nothing as claws slashed across his throat, severing his head from his body in a single neat motion and the world faded with that alien laughter echoing in his ears.
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After the limo had been struck the street had been blanketed in darkness so thick that none of the few people brave enough to look at their windows at the sound of conflict and gunfire could see anything. But over time as the laughing and screaming replaced the barking of a gun a few of the people did eventually call the police, though it did take some time.

By the time the first police cars arrived the bodies had been dismembered and arranged. There were ten dead in all, their limbs removed and then cut apart at the knees and elbows before being arranged to spell out a message across the center of the road. Bloody letters that seemed to be written in the blood of the victims finished when the body parts of the slaughtered ran out.

HELLO LOST HAVEN
2 OF 20
SO SWEET
A BUFFET OF SCREAMS
STILL RECRUITING
NIGHTMARE

Set at the end of the message was a pile of heads belonging to the men and women who had been in the limo and lhe limo itself was in poor condition and covered in blood spatter, as was much of the area surrounding it. The right side was badly dented and what seemed to be 13 deep gouges that looked like deep claw marks that cut through the car’s side were in the center of the long dent.

Many of the responding officers lost their last meal as they saw what was waiting for them when they arrived. Frantic calls went back and forth over the radio lines and atop a rooftop one woman flickered into existence video camera in hand.

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“What the hell is this?” The words were uncharacteristically faint and subdued as Lieutenant Ferguson tried to take in the scene that was spread out before him. Sure he had heard that it was bad. The radio chatter had made it clear and now he was seeing first hand that the radio chatter had not been lying this time. But he hadn’t seen anything quite this twisted.

That was saying something, Lieutenant Ferguson had seen Col Ironside’s corpse, the blasted out hulk that was left behind when the museum of metahumans was hit a few months back. He’d seen men dissolved to the bone by Slugguth’s slime, or turned into a cancerous sludge of melting flesh by the touch of the Cancer. And that was just some of the sickening things that living and worse working for law enforcement in a city with so many supers had forced him to see, it didn’t even count the regular sadists and killers he had dealt with.

“Nobody touch anything until we get this all recorded.” The man barked, largely on autopilot as his gaze swept over the living room of the large family home in Olympia, Lost Haven. The place was well furnished and quite comfortable. But that wasn’t what someone noticed now. No, the blood, butchered bodies and carnage were what drew the most attention.

Blood spatter coated the walls and the furniture, along strewn body parts that had once made up the family of five, the Conner family, who had owned the home. But that wasn’t the worst part. Strips of flesh had been cut off the already torn apart bodies and pinned to the walls of the living room. Strips that made up letters and then words.

HELLO LOST HAVEN
1 OF 20
OR MAYBE I’LL STICK AROUND
RECRUITING
NIGHTMARE

The 1 and the 20 had been made from arms torn from the victims and with so much skin hacked and slashed away from the others it was easy to see why some of the responding officers had puked. There was popcorn scattered around, and several overturned bowls revealed that it had probably been a movie night for the family before the attack. This was way above his area of expertise but he knew some of the steps that needed to be taken.

“Make sure we keep the press from getting their hands on this.” He ordered somewhat shakily before a voice piped up from behind him. “Keep it from the press? You know you can’t really do that right?”

There wasn’t supposed to be anyone other than himself and the other officers in the scene while the investigators and techs were on the way and neither of the other officers was female. Lieutenant Ferguson turned to see a young woman in a suit with a mask that covered her face standing on the other side of the room with the video camera and inwardly face palmed. Not now, of all nights.

“Confiscate the camera and arrest her for trespassing in a crime scene.” He spat out the instructions with distaste.

“Not going to happen.” The woman replied and flickered out of the existence before any of the cops could actually do anything to stop her from vanishing.

“Fucking hell.”
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“In other news reports of a horrific attack on the Conner family from Olympia Lost Haven have been confirmed. While the police have attempted to keep a barricade of silence up and refuse to allow anyone access to the crime scene, and the FBI and STRIKE both have arrived on scene we have special footage of the inside of the crime scene.”

The man who was reading the news paused for a moment as the screen behind him began to change to show the footage. “Those with small children should turn off their television sets now or have them leave the room as the footage is not suitable for such audiences.”

The scene that unfolded on the television was graphic and horrifying, exactly as the police officers who had witnessed it would have seen. There was only the quick pan but the message on the walls and the carnage was clear to anyone watching. And such footage was shown again repeatedly throughout the day on various news productions.

Ruin | Advanced NRP

I should be posting again either tonight or tomorrow. Most likely tomorrow due to having a busy evening

Ruin | Advanced NRP

I doubt it. The Evarraelm is a heaven for the truly just and faithful.

And what is going on in that post?