Forum adverts like this one are shown to any user who is not logged in. Join us by filling out a tiny 3 field form and you will get your own, free, dakka user account which gives a good range of benefits to you: No adverts like this in the forums anymore. Times and dates in your local timezone. Full tracking of what you have read so you can skip to your first unread post, easily see what has changed since you last logged in, and easily see what is new at a glance. Email notifications for threads you want to watch closely. Being a part of the oldest wargaming community on the net. If you are already a member then feel free to login now.

The phone vibrated from a text message. Stelek Picked it up in his brawny gloved fist.
'Hawthorne's contact has fled the area, hunters intercepted the message and lie in wait. See to it that Hawthorne is not killed, tail them with extreme caution. For Cain, For Dagon.'

Hawthorne could not be killed by the hunters if the guild wanted to find out the source of the leak... Stelek revved the fearsome motorbike and sped off in the direction of the Taylor Bridge.

OOC: Just in case you guys try anything

Perkustin wrote:The phone vibrated. Stelek Picked it up in his brawny gloved fist.
'Hawthorne's contact has fled the area, hunters intercepted the message and lie in wait. See to it that Hawthorne is not killed, tail them with extreme caution. For Cain, For Dagon.'

Hawthorne could not be killed by the hunters if the guild wanted to find out the source of the leak... Stelek revved the fearsome motorbike and sped off in the direction of the Taylor Bridge.

OOC: Just in case you guys try anything

We weren't going to try anything funny.



@sillyboy.

I think we should kill off Pertuskin's character, wait, I mean NOT kill off Pertuskin's character, yes that's what I mean. Freudian slip, sorry about that.

Yes lets .......NOT kill pertuskins char .

Bang... "Woops my finger slipt" Andy said. Sky raised her shoulders "Stuff happens." "Wait guys i'm still alive" Perkustin crawls back up. "You know being a vamp and stuff." A Tank roars in. Bang bang!.... Tombstone jumped out his shotgun spitting death at pertuskin. "Dude!" "What?" Tombstone said unaware. "He's a zombie, you shot him and he gets back up. That zombie-shizzle right there. "No, he's a vamp." Sky said. "Really?.... But why doesnt he sparkels then." "Wait did you just made a twilight reference?" Andy said enraged. "Yea, those are real vamps you know." Andy goes beserks and kills Tombstone in Blind anger. "I'm sorry Vegas. But ...; I couldn't hear no more." Sky laughed. "I completly understand. Now lets burn their bodies before anyone notices." Andy pulled a lighter and a few gallons of gasoline out of his truck. They poored it on the remains of the unfortunate characters. The fire flaming up high. Sky and Andy watched the spectacle, sipping from a beer and gave each other a high five on a job well done.

I have no idea why tombstone suddenly comes in, it just felt right....

...A few quick thimgs I need to adress,
First...the police only know of four killings...every one else is on a missing persons list.
Also...old Murry is not a big time dealer...he'sjust a crazy old hippy who lives in his van and grows some weed to sell...he doesn't have a whole bunch of "contacts"
...And...to my Hunters...remember your ammo limits...also Please keep in mind that Hunters are a small group...having several of them run out to work on the truck is a no-no...they can be hired hands...or something...but not Hunters...Hunter PCs and a few limited NPCs are the only Hunters in and around the city,
Now for some good news for the Hunters...yes I aprove of a Hunter Hiearchy"...sort of like the Talamasca...it will come into play shortly.,,In fact consider taking Hawthorne alive an order from "HQ".

I'll be doing Sandi's write up latter tonight...stay tuned.

Player:-Shroud010
Character-. skullstalker
Race/affiliation:- Hunter.
Physical Description-directly out of a four year army. so buff with short hair. 6 "3"
Equipment:-hunting rifle with scope, and magnum revovler. hunting knife.
Backstory- killed a vamp in afghanistan and ever since been thrill seeking kills
Location/resources...: army grant, and GI BILL, some cash before enlistment.
Vehicle: semi armor jeep
Other info: headbangs while he sleeps

FITZZ wrote:...A few quick thimgs I need to adress,
First...the police only know of four killings...every one else is on a missing persons list.
Also...old Murry is not a big time dealer...he'sjust a crazy old hippy who lives in his van and grows some weed to sell...he doesn't have a whole bunch of "contacts"
...And...to my Hunters...remember your ammo limits...also Please keep in mind that Hunters are a small group...having several of them run out to work on the truck is a no-no...they can be hired hands...or something...but not Hunters...Hunter PCs and a few limited NPCs are the only Hunters in and around the city,
Now for some good news for the Hunters...yes I aprove of a Hunter Hiearchy"...sort of like the Talamasca...it will come into play shortly.,,In fact consider taking Hawthorne alive an order from "HQ".

I fixed my previous post about the larger 'outpost' and reduced it from eight to five and changed 'hunters' to 'people working on the truck'.

If there's anything else let me know so I can fix it for you.

Pontius, the raven once more, takes flight, soaring over the fields that surround Empire City, and landed at an abandoned farmhouse. Becoming the man once more, he pushed open the doors, and entered inside. The smell of fear and pain flooded his senses as he did so, and Pontius smiled, the Opriknikki were never gentle with their charges. Two massive men stood before him, concealed in huge cloaks which flapped out wildly despite the lack of wind. One opened his mouth is a grin, a hole forming in his carpet-like ebony beard to reveal teeth like those of a shark.

"Pontius of House Brutii, I have heard the tales about you, Venerable One." The words thick with a heavy Russian accent. "The Sage has been brought here from the World Tree by the orders of our blood sire himself. Ivan sends his regards."

"I do not doubt it, now, take me to him."

The huge vampire motioned to room locked in place with a bar of iron, which he twisted aside with ease.

"The Sage awaits."

Pontius stepped into the dark room, the flayed remains of a bearded man lay bolted to a fine chair of oak, his pale face a mask of pain.

"Rasputin, the years have been unkind. How was the embrace of Nidhoggr?"

The old man coughed up a curse in Russian, his cracked lips spraying blood onto his beard.

"What does the cursed spawn of Brutus want with me? I have told you all I know."

Pontius leaned in close, staring hard into the Sage's eyes. "Not everything. We know that you withheld information from us concerning the return of Cain. Nero is here, were you aware of that? He is instrumental to his return! How could you not have foreseen this? No, you are lying..." Pontius pressed the tip of his gladius against Rasputin's cheek, causing the flesh to blacken and burn. "Iron, how it burns the souls of those like us, how easily it could end your life."

"Then do it fiend. I've lived for too long! I wish to die!"

Pontius' eyes narrowed, the red cloud of rage descending upon his vision. "Death!? You desire death!? Then you shall not have it! Not true death, but a death drawn out and protracted for years!" Pontius grabbed the Sage, and ignoring the protests of the Opriknikki, dragged him outside into the field, and tore him from his chair. "You have the Amulet of Osiris, that I know, the rays of the sun will not kill you, but will sear your flesh all the same!"Erecting a cross used for the hanging of scarecrows, Pontius nailed the Sage to it. "You will not die! Never will the embrace of the grace caress your cheek! Pain is all you shall know!"

Second Major NPC, and here's another curveball.

Name: Magellan
Class: Hunter
Physical description: Tall, lanky, hunched, smokes, loose hair, trench coat, speaks with a very sound conviction
Equipment: .45 Magnum, loaded with silver bullets, painting of Jenny, stake, shotgun, 00 buck
Backstory: Magellan is the 138th Magellan. Magellan is a name passed down, from hunter to apprentice, since 1400. This was when a outbreak of Werewolves was created in Italy, created by a small Romanian girl. This problem got so out of hand, A local farmer named Ferdinand Magellan grabbed his silver cross, filled it down to a point, and killed the wolves with it. He was so popular, he was given the title of "Italian Hunter" and created a line of succession. Every time the old Magellan dies, he is succeded, by his apprentice, who bears the new name, Ferdinand Magellan. The Ferdinand Magellan of exploration fame got a lead that She was somewhere in the Americas, and fibbed about going around the world. Only his apprentice knew the true cause. The current Magellan is a suave, sly man, appearing at the oddest of times. He has a massive crush on Jenny, a weapon she uses to her full advantage.
Location/Resources: The apartment above Jenny's in the city, and the new Magellan Apprentice.
Vehicle: Shelby Cobra (Fake, of course)
Other Info: Has no idea that he lives above the one werewolf he has been searching for, and constantly hits on her, to no avail.

Nice twist there Chowder..also welcome shroud.
Looks like we're getting a whole lot of Hunter PCs and NPCs..a lot of vamps as well.
Hopping for at least one more Wolf...any takers?

Also,please forgive me for my lack of a write up last night...my home computer caught a "cold" and I'm having to "purge" it,with luck it will be fine by tonight.

In the meantime..
Heres a few "carrots" for you guys to chase.

Sandi "event" (forgive the lack of coulorful text)...

..The woman reved the engine of the powerful vehicle,trying desperately to reach her destination in time,so distracted by her delima she was...that she failed to notice the trafic light change to red and barreled through the busy intersection at over 60 MPH....right in view of a patroling police car.
" Oh feth" Sandi cried as flashing lights apeared behind her " Oh feth!!!"
For a moment,the frightened woman considered putting her foot to the floor...in an atempt to outrun the cops,but ...who was she kidding...they'd catch her...and things would only be worse...if they could get worse .
Resolving her self to her fate...Sandi pulled to the side of the street...and wept.
The patrol officers cautiously aproached the car.meaning to issue a warning for the reckless way the driver had handled the vehicle...but...upon seeing the womans panic...became suspicious.
"Step out of the Vehicle Ma'am" one officer said as the other began a search of the car..
A few moments later one of the officers held up an ancient looking knife..encrusted with jewls that he'd found in the package on the pasenger seat..
"This belong to you Ma'am ?" he asked.
The woman lowered her head and sighed " Not drugs.." she thought.
Her relieaf quickly faded when she was informed that the dagger had been reported stolen by the cuerator of the Empire Mueseum.
" You'd better come with us man" The officer said escorting Sandi to the rear of the patroll car.

Ok folks..Sandi is now in police custody...she knows locations for drop points,has a cell phone with call records and is scared to death of going to jail.
The dagger BTW is a "Holy weapon"...wich is leathal to Vampires....the " Blade of Ages".

Also..Sandis car is being towed and will be thouroughly examined...who knows what might turn up in it.

Ok guys...there's some "targets".

BTW..if anyone has any questions...PM away...I'll check back before I head home tonight...and with luck my Computer at home will be up and running,

Sorry im going to have to quit the RPG , just not my type of RPG but I liked the plot.

blood reaper wrote:Sorry im going to have to quit the RPG , just not my type of RPG but I liked the plot.

..

Sorry to see you go blood reaper...do you mind if I keep your character alive for a bit?

Thats fine with me.

BIC:……..….The first hunt………….

James couldn’t believe he had voluntarily contacted the hunters network. He had lived happily off the grid, just listening to what was going on. But this time he had no choice. Wolves and vampires in the same city? This was something he never encountered before. James hated new stuff, they always tore your foundation in twain. James looked at the eager face of Vegas. He hoped she was strong and cunning enough to stay out of the network. If you stayed for too long, death was all you we’re going to get. There was a time when James was a rigid adherent to the network, the loss of his family blinding his thoughts. But as he had grown older and the feelings began to slip away. He saw something was wrong with the network, but never could lay his finger on it. And as time flew by he decided to get out before it was too late. Sky was also one of the reasons why he stayed off grid. She was the reason why he still was going. Sky leaned over the truck. “And, what’s happening?” “Seems we got a meeting with the local stationed hunters here and a mission in one.” James answered. Sky could hardly contain her excitement. Finally she would learn more about the network. James never told much about it, Sky always wondered why. But she was thrilled, she was going to meet some fellow hunters. “Don’t get your hopes up, Vegas” James said. “The meeting is around twelve o’clock. We’ve got enough time to check the sewers.” Sky cursed “Why can’t werewolves live in a nice place” she muttered. “Probably because they’re tired of seeing your face.” James joked. Sky let out a very dry laugh. “Real funny, Colt. Come one let’s do this.” She pulled the sawed off out of the bag and stuffed a bandoleer full with silver bullets and laid it over her shoulder. The silver made a soft hushing sound as it stroke over the bulletproof vest. James pulled out his UMP sub machinegun and a few ammo clips. They closed their Mercedes and started to walk down the dark alley adjacent to the dimly lit parking. James opened the sewer by pulling the metal lid of it. An awful stench rose up from the clamped underbelly of the city. Sky took a deep breath and started climbing down. Standing in the feet deep foul water she cursed at herself. “Yeah, I’m going to wear Allstars today. Brilliant idea.” James jumped down to handing over a flashlight. “Follow.” He said while lighting up a new cigarette. James took point and Sky followed soon after.

Sky followed James through a series of tunnels, each one looking exactly like the one before. Except in some she could hear the sound of rats. The adrenaline she had felt when entering the tunnel had vanished. “Focus.” She thought, bad things always happen when you’re not alert. She took a big step over what looked like a old rotting stool. Her Allstars were already completely green. “Next time.” she swore. “I’m never leaving my house without decent shoes.” Suddenly James raised his hand, alerting her to the fact he spotted something. They both quickly turned off their flashlights. Sky could see light radiating from behind the bend. She raised her sawed-off and slowly followed James. moving dead slow . James leaned against the concrete walls, carefully looking behind the corner. The light came from above ground. James carefully walked towards it, Sky just mere inches behind him. In the cold light he could see a raised level. Sticking out of the sewer area, completely made out of junk. He gently jumped on it, hoping it would take his weight. The pile of garbage only made a soft crinkling noise. “So far so good” he thought. He looked up at the origin of the light and saw a streetlight hanging above the opened sewer. He wondered where they were. Where they still in the market district? He decided to don’t think about it and continue. Sky also crawled on the little garbage island, happy to be out of the water. She looked around. “There.” She pointed at another small island of garbage. “What do you think? Is it his nest?” “No idea, but we’re going to find out. James stepped back in the murky water, stepping towards the next dry spot. Sky shivered as her feet dove in the water again. She hated her shoes.

They crawled onto the second island. James nearly cutting himself on rusty nail. The island was nestled in a T-junction. Here and there he saw plucks of black-gray hair. Even above the smell of the sewer, James could taste the metallic scent of blood in the air. Sky let her flashlight discover the two other passages. She spotted three more islands. “Damn.” She whispered. “There’s a whole nest of them.” After checking the surroundings, they had found seven trash islands. And four of them seemed to be used. “Seven places for one wolf?” she tried. “Unlikely, Vegas.” James said while replacing his burned out cigarette. “So why is there a wolf pack here? And does it have a connection with the vampire activity?” James inhaled the smoke deeply, his cigarette glowing menacingly in the dark. “We need more information……But whatever it is, I don’t like it. Let’s go back, there’s too many to handle by ourselves.” “Wait a minute.” Sky hastily said pulling her cellular out of her pocket. “Picture time” she smiled. She quickly jumped around the island taking snap pictures of the wolves den. The flash lighting up the grizzly place. “Look what I found.” James said pulling something out of the thrash. Sky went back to James’s island. He was holding a tattered street sign. “Hallward street. At least now we know where we are.” James glared in the darkness “Lets head out, I don’t …..” The words grow cold on his lips, when he suddenly heard the splattering of water echoing through the sewer. Sky quickly turned off her flashlight. Then they tried to get away as fast as possible without making a sound. The echoing sounds became louder, Sky could even hear voices. They weren’t going to make it. They passed under the open lid of the sewer and softly dived in the gruesome water. They slid to the back of the first island, hoping the newcomers wouldn’t notice them. Sky almost vomited when she dove in the water. “Better shoes … and a tetanus shot.” She mentally added to the list. They tried to keep their heads down as low as possible. James pulled out his pistol, if it came to a fight the pistol would be better.

A man and woman appeared out of the T-junction. Their clothes torn apart, the only thing keeping the garments together where stressed out threads. The girls blonde hair, a mess of knots and filth. The man was in no better shape, several teeth missing from his mouth. An old fisherman cap hiding his paltry hair. “Ah, just shut it Weasel. There’s no way I’m diving in the backseat with you.” The crummy girl said. “Come on Aisha, I know you want it.” Aisha slapped him in his muddy face. The man let out a soft beastly growl. “So that’s how you like it.” The girl went bezerk over his comment. James and sky gazed at each other while the two wolves were bickering. “Say you’re sorry” the girl said holding his face in a headlock. “Kay, Aisha…..was just a joke.” The girl mumbled as she released him. His body falling in the water. “Great ,just what I needed.” The man said, pulling his wet body out of the sewer. The girl ignored him as she crawled on top of the island James and Sky were hiding behind. “We’ve got work to do.” She said looking up at the dark sky.” “I still don’t get why we have to do this.” Weasel said climbing onto the island. “Because he said so.” The man grumbled. “he’s really getting on my nerves. We should teach him a lesson.” The girl laughed. “Just a wolf for three years and already such a big mouth.” The man growled at her. “Look kid, lets just do this. So you don’t end up like Ed.” “Meh, nobody liked Ed anyway.” He replied. “Yea but because of him were one behind. He doesn’t like hold-ups.” “Hmm, maybe I’m just grumpy cause he doesn’t let us feed.” “Just wait for the full moon Weasel, soon you can eat.” Aisha jumped with a mighty effort to the sewer lid. Her hands clenching to the edge. She pulled herself up by one hand, without breaking a sweat. The man prepared to follow her, when suddenly he started sniffing in the air. “Wait Aisha. I think I smell long pig.” Aisha face appeared in the sewer, sniffing. “I don’t smell anything. You sure it isn’t your stomach.” “Stop it you little wench.”Weasel said. He jumped straight up and crawled out. “Just make sure I don’t eat you.”

Sky and James waited until they couldn’t hear the arguing voices of the two wolves. They quietly rose from the water. Drops clattering down from their clothes. “God, I hate sewers.” Sky said. She looked next to her, James was holding his pack of wet cigarettes in his hands. He threw them on the pile of thrash. “Damn wolves.” He muttered. Sky jumped on the island. The opening was to high to reach. “So what do you think?” “Well they were talking about ‘he’. So I’m guessing these killings are organized…..This doesn’t make sense, why would wolves obey orders.” “Probably because he kills them if they don’t.” Sky replied, while remembering the Ed-guy. “But what me scares the most is the ‘we’re one behind’ thing.” “Hmm, I thought the feast when the moon shines again was scarier.” James raised his shoulders. “Nah, that’s what they do. The other thing is new.” Sky let her mouth drop when she made the connection between Ed and the wolves delay. “I think they’re recruiting.” She whispered. James eyes flew wide open. “That means the girl of this morning….. God we’ve got to get out of here.” James quickly turned around and started running back the way they came from. Sky followed him. She grabbed her cellular. It was still working, she started dialing.

Marisha was working at the estate, It was a good job. And she liked the fact that she knew the most gossip stories about Sky first. The look on miss granger faces when she stole her thunder was priceless. She regretted the fact that her late husband had passed away so soon. But All in all she was happy with life until she came to the kitchen. Bits of egg splattered everywhere, the dishes still on the table. “Dear God, this girl needs to learn some discipline.” She started collecting the dishes and putting them in the sink when the phone started ringing. She grabbed it just in time. “Henderson Estate, with who am I speaking?” She heard heavy grunting coming out of the speaker soon followed by an exhausted voice. “Hey, ….its Vegas.” “Who?” “Vegas…. Sky’s friend.” Marisha remembered her form this morning. She came down half naked and even had he nerves to wave at her. It had taken her an hour to calm down, such insolence she had never witnessed before. “What can I do for you, miss Vegas?” she said in her kindest voice. “….Need …..phone number from the morgue.” Marisha was shocked, did she really just asked for the number of the morgue. “Excuse me, but could you repeat that.” “Number….Morgue” the exhausted voice said angrily. “Just a minute.” Marisha pulled out the phonebook. She didn’t like this Vegas. She preferred the blonde mistress much better. She at least had some manners. Last night she even thought it was her who entered the mansion. But instead it was this unmannered gall. Now that she thought about it, those two did look a bit similar to each other. She picked the phone back up. “The number is ……” Marisha excepted a ‘thank you’ at least. But she just hung up. “hmmpff, the kids these days…What has the world come to.” She laid the phone book back and returned to the kitchen. She used her anger to make the boards cleaner then they had ever been before.

By the time she had the number they were already in the car. They threw their weapons hastily in the back. James let his foot drop like a brick on the gas pedal. The Mercedes shrieked as they raced of the parking lot. The phone started ringing. “Good evening, the city morgue. How can I help you.” A friendly voice said.” “Evening, special agent Gibbs here. I was wondering if you could help me.” “Of course.” The man believed her, it took a burden of her shoulders. “The body that has been brought in this morning. We have reasons to believe it isn’t her. I would like to ask you if you could check the body. There should be a small tattoo on her back.” “Hold on a sec.” Sky waited. The Mercedes raced through the city at breakneck speeds. James honking the horn every time someone got in his way. The voice came back. He sounded shocked. “The body its gone, she…” The man realized she had hung up mid sentence. “Leave it Colt. She’s long gone.” James cursed heavily. “Don’t worry, we know where they are. But we should get out the city, cause I think your driving skills have alerted the authorities. With a grim look on his face, he abruptly made a U-turn. ‘We still have a meeting at the Matthews bridge.” He said. Sky nodded as the car skimmed his way through traffic, angry drivers yelling at them and flipping the finger.

Within ten minutes they were out the city. James lowered his speed. Not wanting to attract any additional attention. Sky looked at her filthy clothes. She was finally going to be introduced to the hunter network dressed like this. She tried to pull of the big pieces of dirt. It didn’t help much, so she just left it. She gazed at here allstars, they were no longer blue. Sky pulled them of and after noticing her socks, she pulled them out too. Barefoot was so much better then those disgusting shoes. She wiggled her toes, trying to get them warm again, when James pulled up on a field. They looked right at the headlights of an old truck. James looked at his watch. “Five minutes late, not so bad.” He leaned over Sky and opened the cabinet, pulling out a fresh pack of cigarettes. After that he jumped out the Mercedes and walked towards the hunters truck. Sky pulled her sawed off out of the back seat and stepped out. The grass felt cold beneath her naked feet. She closed the door and followed James into the blinding light, while readjusting her bandoleer. The light and excitement made her green eyes sparkle.

OOC:..... yea.... I was bored today..... Over to you halonachos.

I need to quickly add that Sandi was (has been) making deliverys to one of the Vamp PCs...I'm going to roll for who it was/is a bit later.

I really have to own that blade.... what if just bribe some cops... Could work.

The Blade of ages will be a much sought after weapon by everyone..expect events concerning it soon...as well as events concerning Sandi and Old Murry.

Interesting seems we have some more wolves. Btw FITZZ what are these wolves based on? I always thought werewolves were mortal. Anyway.

BIC
Hawthorne parked the mercedes in an abandoned factory loading bay. He couldn't risk it drawing suspicion at the motel. Unfortunately the smashed rear window meant it an easy steal for a determined thief ( free car anyone?). Hawthorne Did however hide half of the plasma and the briefcase nearby. (Note: Only Hawthorne or the GM would be able to find the briefcase, Nigel has learned how to hide stuff well). He took the gun and mainlined a shot of the adrenaline, he would need the heightened senses.

He was early for the meet but still had a short walk to the bridge. He checked his phone for messages, his guild contact Pontius had never got back to him since their meet 2 days ago, seems he now had his own agenda.

Player: Jp400

Character:
Real Name: λύκος άνθρωπος, (Pronounced lukos anthrōpos)
Goes by: Lucas Antropas

Race/affiliation:


Physical Description:
Human Form: 6'2'' and well built. Unkempt black hair and days worth of facial stubble. Wears an old leather biker coat over loose fitting jeans and zip down tanker boots. Will wear a black wife beater as a shirt if the situation calls for it. Has several tattoos that he has collected over the years showing off his journey through life as a creature of the night.



Werewolf Form:


Equipment: Basic Starting load + a few rp'd items.

Backstory: λύκος άνθρωπος was born in a small village in Greece in 1608. As a young man in his mid 20's he was attacked by a werewolf while traveling around the mainland. After a long and bloody fight, he managed to slay the large creature with his silver lined hunting knife purely by chance. For he knew not that it was a werewolf.

After the first full moon and awaking to find the entire population of his small village, the man realized the monster that he had become and being unable to end his own life, he succumbed and embraced his new life style.

Since then, he has wandered around the world never able to stay in one place for long as to not draw too much attention to himself. Wherever he goes however, unsolved murders and disturbances tend to follow. However, with modern technology came modern risk, and since the dawn of the digital age, he has had to change tactics and be more careful about his ways.

Location/resources: North West Of The Subs

Vehicle: None. In today's digital age, vehicles are too easy to track. My Character either walks, or hitchhikes where he needs to go.

Other info: None Atm. Will update if needed.

@ Perkustin...

My "fiction" concerning the Werewolves imortality comes from the book " Moon of the Werewolf" by Ronald Kelly (Great book BTW).
In the book...once someone has been "Cursed by the bite" they are imortal until they are killed by Silver,
One of the books main Characters is an ancient Knight who was bitten in the "Dark Ages"...he goes on to enslave an Irish Family with the "Curse" in the late 1800's and then comes to America along with them,they story then takes place in modern times with various "flashback" sequences.

Welcome aboard JP...Like what you've got there man.

Also...I did a quick "roll" and according to the "Dice Gods" Sandi has been delivering packages to...(Drum Roll)...Mordoskul...or at least to one of his "Thralls"

Atlas had just entered the city when he saw a newspaper stand just across the road from his position. This was his chance to see what people had thought of his victim’s death. He walked across the road calmly and picked up a newspaper to read.

"Hmmm..."

It hadn't made the front page, but as he started flicking through it he saw something that didn't surprise him in the slightest.
They were covering it up, making false stories that there was a "horrific accident" or something along those lines.

"They're worried," he thought. "And they don't want the public to get scared," and he chuckled quietly, just before it hit him. “Then there must be some reason why they are so scared, they must know something, so maybe soon-“

“Do you wanna pay for that?!” said the guy behind the stands, obviously quite annoyed.

“No… sorry,” he said and passed it back.

“You better be. Now beat it.”

***********

Atlas was worried. If the authorities had found out anything about him then obviously they would be on the look out. Once slip and he would be hunted. He had to try and be more discreet, control his wolf form, and make sure nobody ever sees him like that. If they do, they will die.

He was walking into a dark alleyway, the smell vile, and eerily silent. This is where he will stay until the next kill, and pick out a target to be his victim. It couldn’t be someone important though. Or could it? If someone important goes “missing”, it would create fear and tension among the people of the city. That would be what he wanted. Surely there were more like him, and that he could impress by an act like this. Yes. That was what he wanted to do. Also his bite would surely turn somebody into a monstrosity like him. That could be to his benefit.

But who would be his victim?

************

Hmmm... who indeed?

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Hmmm... who indeed?

@ Kais...good RP..but remember the News about The Hood womans murder has already been on TV...no reason the papers wouldn't have a write up on it.
However..it is now official that your character is the Wolf who killed Kristen Hood...but..not necesarly the Wolf or Who killed the other "Wolf victiam,"

Ok just a quick sum up...(in case my comp at home is still on the Fritzz)...

Sandi has been delivering packages to Mordoskuls character...or at least to a location he set up,since she has never seen him,she had the "Blade of Ages" a dagger lethal to vampires,which the police now have.
They also have Sandi in custody and will be questioning her...as well as going over her car/phone records.

Kais Wolf IS the Wolf who Killed Kristen Hood...More to come on that later.

JP's Wolf is " The Devil" that Old Murry has been feeding

Yes of that I am aware. Hopefully I will have done a post tomorrow to explain who I am aiming to kill.

Also could I just have a time check in-game as I am planning to strike in the night.

I will check back in @ 6:00PM Atlanta Time...before I head home for any further PMs and questions.

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Yes of that I am aware. Hopefully I will have done a post tomorrow to explain who I am aiming to kill.

Also could I just have a time check in-game as I am planning to strike in the night.

Game Time is 10:00PM

Excellent

Um did anyone read my rp? .... She turned into a wolf and other stuff. It took me a long time to write

Andy had his .357 aimed at the the older guy's head. Kara looked at them before giving Andy the thumbs up, he holstered his weapon and they turned off the lights before exiting the vehicle.

"Andy and Kara," Kara said waving to the two approaching figures, "and who are you two?" Kara had her weapon at her hip, but it was slightly tilted towards the two.

"Colt and Vegas." the older man said.

With that Kara put her weapon lower the two groups shook hands before anyone said anything.

"So, we're kidnapping a vamp are we?" Colt asked while smoking.

"Yeah, and we need you to put out your cigarette." Kara said quietly, "First its bad for your health and two they can smell it."

Colt mumbled as he took a final drag and flicked the cigarette to his feet before crushing it with his shoes.

"You two smell filthy," Kara shook her head, "where you crawling in the sewers or something?"

Colt and Vegas both shrugged, "Great, we're going to get noticed and we're going to die." Kara thought.

"Well I guess you two are bait." Andy chirped in.

"Wait a damn minute here," Colt said angry, "why do we need bait and why do we have to be bait?"

"Because you two smell like something that would talk to a vamp willingly." Andy replied, "And unless the vamp has c old he'll smell you when you try to sneak up on him.'

Andy could see some concern in Vegas's face, but she looked like she was up to it.

"So what's the plan then?" Colt said still sour about the whole idea.

"Easy, you two go up to meet him." Andy began explaining, "He's expecting someone to contact him for information, he doesn't know what the contact looks like apparantly so you'll have to bluff. After you two get his attention we'll come up from behind him and gag him before knocking him out."

"You think knocking out a vamp is as easy as that?" Colt asked while smiling.

"Not really, but we could always shoot him in the back to incapacitate him. Its really whichever option you want." Andy smiled.

"I want you to be the bait." Colt sneered.

"Maybe next time you won't crawl around in the sewers." Kara joined in.

"That's still not fair." Vegas murmured, "And what happens if he tries to kill us?"

"Then he tries to kill you." Kara replied, "That's what hunters do you know, we fight vampires and werewolves. If we win, we win, if we lose we pray we don't become one of 'em."

OOC:
There you go silly, guess you're going to have... an interview with a vampire. Ba-dum-tum-tish.