I just now realized that Harlow was the center of both the first and last events in this RP...cool...

Okay, will do RP fairly soon...

... have had many troubles since I've been back, so haven't been able to RP...

... and of course I now know that I cannot participate in Termina, which has pissed me off greatly...

... and what was the first ever Blood Moon event?

I think it was Atlas and Rose vs. Police station...

if it is only the school that does not allow you to enter the Basement, why not post there at home?

Oh yeah, that would work, I'd only have to post every 3 WEEKS...

... it wouldn't work...

... and btw, nope, the first ever Blood Moon event was Andy and Kara vs Sindri the vampire...

you are in a boarding school?

well, just tell WARORK your actions for now I guess...

Theres no point...

... I can't play!

Ugh, can we just stop talking about Termina for now please? This is about Bood Moon, and I want to keep it that way...

hmmm...I will tell the basementers.

Now I severely despise Dark for trying to replace Dakka and making it so now I can't take part in the majority of good RPs now...

can you think of any way around it?

try to get your own wireless hub if you have a dorm.

So you can't take part in the zombie Rp?

Shame.

If it makes you feel any better, I just can't be arsed to do it either, so in a way, kinda, we're in the same boat.

what do you mean by that ghosty?

ghosty wrote:So you can't take part in the zombie Rp?

Shame.

If it makes you feel any better, I just can't be arsed to do it either, so in a way, kinda, we're in the same boat.

High ffive!

Its good to know I'm not alone...

... even if I actually want to do it...

Aright guys, here is the pitch I made:

Ineptus Astartes wrote:


I have an idea. we can put a 'parallel' Termina on dakka!

that way, ghosty and Kais can RP and we can continue it here!

A basement mod would have to do it though.

How does that sound to you guys?

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:... and btw, nope, the first ever Blood Moon event was Andy and Kara vs Sindri the vampire...

No, I meant specifically for Blood Moon II

BTW I figured you weren't real into it ghosty as you haven't RPed a thing...no hard feelings man, we all have our lives to deal with and other such gak...

As for Shas...I'd help you if I could but there's really nothing I can do...

Okay...back to the end of Blood Moon II...

@ Ineptus...no, we're not doing that...it would make it way too complicated...

Either way...not the place for this discussion...

yeah, lets take the WWZ talk to PMs.

There is sometthing you could do Warork...

... you could be, humane...



And I agree with ineptus...

Alright, WARORK, me and Kais worked out a way, I PM him the RPs and he will send his to me/you to put up on Termina, OK?

...Ineptus...this RP isn't the place for your random discussions...if you have something you wish to discuss with Kias, why not attempt to consider that fact and PM him...

ineptus astartes wrote:Alright, WARORK, me and Kais worked out a way, I PM him the RPs and he will send his to me/you to put up on Termina, OK?

Again...not the place...PMs please, this thread may be at an end but Fitzz will be angry to come in and see it cluttered.

EDIT: Ninja'd...told you

Here's an idea: Each race could have factions within itself that would alter your stats in various ways, as well as making for greater variation in goals. Here are three ideas for Kindred Covens:

KINDRED COVENS

Court of the Crimson King- The Court of the Crimson King is the right hand of Cain, the organization charged with rooting out treason and betrayal among the Kindred themselves. The Court is now more active today than ever, purging the ranks of the undying of malcontents and traitors. Despite Cain's return, there are those that would see the Crimson King deposed, and Judas returned to the throne. These 'Iscariots' are the prime targets of the Court, and woe to any vampire foolish enough to shelter one. The Court is a very tightly-knit group, and membership is restricted to those Kindred who have proven their skill and loyalty time and time again.

Iscariots- Some Kindred would see Judas placed back upon the throne, toppling Cain and restoring his heir to power. After Pontius crucified the Iscariot in the Crooked House, there were whispers among the Kindred that Cain had done so out of fear, that he dare not face the Betrayer, dare not deliver him unto True Death. The next night, a meeting was held within the darkest depths of the Crooked House, and a fell pact was made. Naming themselves the Iscariots, these Kindred seek to depose the rightful ruler of the vampire race and reinstate his benighted heir. Working in the shadows, the Iscariots plot and scheme, waiting for a moment of weakness in which they may strike at the Crimson King.

Nosphoros- Thousands of years ago, the Strigoi learned Black Magick at the feet of their patron Lillith, who in turn, had learned it from Hecate. The Strigoi thusly have a reputation as adepts of the Dark Arts, powerful in their magicks and incantations. Yet, the Strigoi lust for more arcane power, magick beyond the petty blood and black schools they have mastered. A cabal of Strigoi then struck upon an idea: would not the blood of Mages be rich in the very raw mana of Magick itself? Would not partaking in the Vitae of mortal sorcerers increase one's Gnosis? Thus was the Nosphoros born, a Strigoi Coven devoted to unlocking the secrets inherent within magickal blood. The Nosphoros are secretive and keep to themselves, isolating themselves from Kindred society as they delve into their research.

So kind of like the wolves' Black claw and throne loyalists?

WARORK93 wrote:So kind of like the wolves' Black claw and throne loyalists?

Exactly like that. Same thing with the King's Men and the Six Fingered Hand.

Mordoskul wrote:

WARORK93 wrote:So kind of like the wolves' Black claw and throne loyalists?

Exactly like that. Same thing with the King's Men and the Six Fingered Hand.

That's actually not a bad idea IMO...attach stat modifiers to groups and affiliations that Characters are already a part of...

Yep, that's the idea. Here's how I see each race being organized in terms of what you would call their factions:

Mages- Cabals
Kindred- Covens
Hunters- Compacts
Ghouls- Cults
Werewolves- Bands

Mordoskul wrote:Yep, that's the idea. Here's how I see each race being organized in terms of what you would call their factions:

Mages- Cabals
Kindred- Covens
Hunters- Compacts
Ghouls- Cults
Werewolves- Bands

I prefer " Cells" for Hunters...but other than that..good stuff.
Considering the scope of the next BM will be larger than the previous two, these sorts of expansions will really come into play.

FITZZ wrote:I prefer " Cells" for Hunters.

Get. out. of my head.

WARORK93 wrote:

FITZZ wrote:I prefer " Cells" for Hunters.

Get. out. of my head.

... But...it's comfy in here.

FITZZ wrote:

WARORK93 wrote:

FITZZ wrote:I prefer " Cells" for Hunters.

Get. out. of my head.

... But...it's comfy in here.

-sighs- Fine...whatever...

I agree with Mordo's idea...I also have a couple ideas of my own that I will save for discussion in the discussion thread...

Yes, please get the thread up as soon as you are able. I have all of these ideas I can't post, and it's driving me mad. Oh, we're going to need some more variation among the ghouls, anyone up for Ghoul Duty?

Mordoskul wrote:Yes, please get the thread up as soon as you are able. I have all of these ideas I can't post, and it's driving me mad. Oh, we're going to need some more variation among the ghouls, anyone up for Ghoul Duty?

I was actually thinking about that several times throughout the RP...I saw all of the variation in Wolf and Vampire and even the hunters...

and then the ghouls were just...y'know...ghouls...immortal cannibals...oooooh scary...

I think I should make an effort to have them be more included and important in the final chapter.

Could we create our own pack (Pack works better than Band) rules and such?

That's what the discussion thread is for. I hope players would give out their ideas.

Discussion thread is up...

...As per Sillyboy's request, I am posting up his Epilogue..


Epilogue: ………….Passing lines………….

The wind howled as it traversed the barren wastelands. Swirling trough the lifeless remains of abandoned cities. Wildlife ran through the empty streets, defending their new hunting grounds. Mother earth smiled as plant life slowly reclaimed the concrete jungle. The wind left the dead cities behind as it increased in strength. It passed a small caravan of people, dressed in any scraps they could find. Scrawny horses carrying their limited supplies. The travelers placed one feet after another as they followed the remains of the old Highway. Their backs crunching under the weight of their personal belongings. An old man stood on the top of a battered car. He looked at the setting sun, hoping it would soon return. Darkness had always scared him, after ‘They‘ came. The man threw his grimy scarf in front of his mouth as the wind threw dust high in the air.

The stream of air continued its journey, increasing in power. It reached the shores as the wind screamed her heavenly anger at the sea. A lightning strike displayed a small fishing trawler battering against the wrath of Poseidon. The reinforced prow plowed through the waves. White foam crashed on the rusty deck. A few sailors traversed the deck, the familiar yellow water coats hanging over their exhausted shoulders. Their grizzled faces, holding a stoical smirk as wave after wave flooded the deck. Their body as soaked as the bowls of the ocean. The men cursed as they tried to tie everything down, while the sea bashed against the battered hull. Inside the cabin the captain laughed at the seas futile attempts of drowning him. His hands firmly grasping the wooden steering helm. Grainy music of a world long gone filled the room.

Behind the captain there was a man sitting at a table. Black messy hair crowned the stark face of the man. Murky gray eyes lay deep in its sockets. The man slowly lit his cigarette, several empty packs of Lucky Strikes laying on the table. It was a rare commodity these days, but the man needed it to remain sane. The two inhabitants of the cabin discussed when they would arrive at the meeting place. No one liked to be out when the night fell. “This storm has pushed us in the wrong direction.” The captain said, respect for his esteemed passenger clearly visible in his voice. “ If the storm dies down tonight…. Then we should make it tomorrow just before the sun disappears.” The passenger nodded as a cloud of smoke escaped from his lungs. There was nothing he could do, he was at the mercy of nature. The man took his trusty knife, and began chipping sharp chips of a wooden branch. A small box of empty shells lay on his table, waiting to be filled. The man looked outside the foggy windows as a new wave crashed against the trawler.

Outside Matt cursed as a brush of water slipped down his clothes. He had never thought that he would be a sailor. People didn’t study at Yale to do this, they studied to become lawyers and businessman. But then again no one ever believed that “They” existed. Matt still remembered the horror when ‘They’ first appeared, fifteen years ago. The screams still plagued his dreams. He felt the turmoil in his stomach and opened his mouth to vomit. Unfortunately there was nothing left in his weather-beaten abdomen.

The next crashing blow into a body of water almost threw him against the deck. Matt swiftly grabbed the rusty rail with both his hands, narrowly avoiding a direct hit with his head. He cursed God, for his miserable life. A lightning flash burned trough the dark sky. Matt looked at the crazed waves, rolling against each other. A hand pierced through the watery veil.

It was there for a moment, until the darkness stole his view. Matt stared at the sea, his mouth hanging open. “Was there someone in the water?” He spat the salty water out of his mouth, gazing at the sea. His mind trying to make sense of what he’d seen. “I’m just tired.” He muttered against himself. “Seeing things. I must be losing it.” He wouldn’t be the first, Matt remembered the cackling of his older brother. Repeatedly smashing his head against the wall. Matt was about to release the railing when a new flash lighted the air. This time the hand wasn’t alone. The face of a woman gasping for oxygen, before she disappeared. Swallowed by the murky water.

Matt raised his hand as he pointed at the location of the missing woman. “Man overboard.” He muttered. “Man overboard!” he said louder. Every time his voice became louder, until he was shouting it hysterical. The sailors stopped their pyrrhic battle against the elements, watching as matt shouted. They quickly glanced around. Everyone was still here. The esteemed passenger of the captain, crawled out the cabin. His tattered clothes instantly soaked. He firmly made his way to the shouting sailor. Undaunted by the heavy rocking of the ship. “Where?” the man yelled at Matt, who instantly stopped shouting. “There!” Matt replied. The passenger wiped the water off his face, glaring in the distance. He saw a dark shape slowly getting away from them. “A rope.” The man commanded. Matt looked at the passenger, why did he need a rope? The man threw his gray shirt on the ground, soon followed by his shoes. He grabbed Matt by his neck and pulled him closer. “Get me a fething rope!” He quickly released Matt, climbing on the railing. The man took a deep breath as he dived right into the water. Matt was bolted to the ground, his mind completely blank. Luckily for the man, the other seasoned sailors quickly realized that if someone jumped right into a raging storm, they would need help. They quickly grabbed one off the ropes they had use to fasten their cargo with. Ignoring the fact that they had just risked their lives, to tie the cargo down.

The passenger broke free of the icy water. Heavily breathing, he looked for the woman, ignoring the salt burning in his eyes. He saw her head disappearing in the waves. It looked like she wasn’t breathing anymore. The man swam trough the mighty current, slowly getting closer. He dived under the water, pulling the unmoving body back to the surface. His arms felt like lead, every movement adding weight. He couldn’t stay longer in the freezing water. He looked at the scarred face of the woman. Did he know this girl? Suddenly it became important that she needed to survive. He needed to know who she was. Holding the woman’s mouth above water he started the long haul back to the ship. The other sailors had quickly pushed matt out of the way. They threw the rope towards the passenger, who tightly grabbed the slippery rope. The sailors grunted as they pulled their catch out of the rampant water.

“Get her in the cabin.” The man ordered, as he was pulled out as last. The men quickly lifted the lifeless body and carried her inside. The Passenger unceremoniously wiped everything of his table. Cigarette ashes smeared the floor as the sailors placed the young woman on the table. The Passenger grabbed his knife and immediately ripped open her clothes. He placed his hands on her chest and started the heart massage. Forcing his tired muscles to keep pushing. “I don’t feel a heartbeat.” One of the sailors exclaimed his hand wrapped around her wrist. “What if she’s one of ‘Them’? the captain shouted, while trying to remain focused on the aggressive waves. The sailors immediately grinded to a halt. The only one moving was the passenger, trying to bring her back. But even he was baffled, he hadn’t thought of that. “Check it.” He commanded the nearest sailor. The man nodded as he gently opened the woman’s mouth. He looked back at the grey-eyed passenger, who told him to proceed. His hand shook as his finger went between her lips. Anxiety sweat dripped from his forehead. Nothing happened, reassured by the fact that his finger was still attached, the sailor quickly checked the gum of the girl. His finger carefully checking for abnormalities. “She’s clean.” The man said relieved as he retrieved his precious finger.

The captain sighed relieved as he heard the words. “There’s a portable defibrillator downstairs. Just under the kitchens sink.” The sailor who had just checked her mouth, immediately went down the crummy stairs. Moments later he reappeared holding a white case in the air. The passenger grabbed the kit out of his hands. He opened the box, an illustrated manual printed on the inside. He immediately followed the necessary steps, while a second sailor kept pushing on her chest. A timer jumped on. The mean flashing light counting down from sixty. The room was dreadful silent as they waited for the defibrillator to charge. The minds of the men, hoping their efforts weren’t in vain. The passenger pulled the paddles clear as the timer hit zero. He pushed the helpful sailor away as he placed the paddles on her chest. The body abruptly contracted as the released energy cracked through her nervous system.

The woman’s blood soaked eyes jumped open, followed by a big gulp of water sprouting from the lips. She gurgled, trying to replace it with air. Her eyes flared around trying to figure out what happened. Until they stopped. The passenger felt her eyes burning in his skull. Her hand rose, softly touching his face. As I f she was scared he would break. A small tear emerged from her eyes, as her flustered voice spoke. “James.” Her hand fell back as she fell into unconsciousness. The man looked at the beat-up girl. “Who was she?”

“How did she, …. know his name?”

The wind giggled as she played with her friends. Throwing the little vessel around. Laughing at the little yellow spots traversing across the deck. Flinging water at one another. One of the smaller winds got scared as the bigger winds decided they too, wanted to play. It decided to leave the cackling winds as they continued their festivity. She slipped away from the rampaging waters, back to land. Searching for calmer areas. Her own place. It found a small village laying deep in the countryside. Abandoned like many others. The wind cheered as it found her little oasis. She waved through the dusty streets, explored desolated rooms. Dried blood spatters formed intricate figures on the walls. A small fluffy bear lay in the corner, waiting to be found. The wind felt excited as it continued its journey through the wonders of the town. Until she found a woman standing on top of the tower of a burned out church. A slow swirling tattoo slithering on her right arm. Her hand above her vibrant green eyes, she looked at the setting sun. Wondering where she was...

...Black Hills Montana....

... " I've called you all together to discuss a matter of urgent importance" the tall man said, his voice firm, commanding...yet betraying the slightest hint of anxiousness...fear even
" I have urgent matters of my own to attend to ...sir" Kraub said from his position at the large table, his narrow eyes locking on the face of another high ranking Network official seated near him..
" I've no doubt you do Kraub" the woman spat..." Work like what you and your ..butchers did to Novack...!?"
The tall man spoke again , his voice demanding silence in the room " We've no time for this petty infighting...do you understand" his finger punched a small button nestled in a control panel and a nearby screen blazed to life..
" This footage shows events of a most disturbing nature..." the tall man said as the others in the room faced the screen...

On the moniter...the images of several men and women in robes appeared....each one held their hands aloft...there bodies pulsating with unseen energy...
" Witch Craft" Kraub mutterd..
" Be quiet Kraub" several voices admonished him...
As the image continued a twisting vortex appeared at the center of the encircled Djinns...swirling like a crimson hurricane...bolts of purple and red energy cascading in all directions...
The Djinns continued...chanting louder...the vortex growing...pulsing...expanding...like a red eye opening on the world...
from within the portal..moving with a speed unimagened a shape appeared...the Djinn ...falling as blood erupted from their eyes and mouths in a furious spray...
then...as quickly as it had appeared...the vortex colapsed...leaving only the bodies of the dead sorcerers on the screen...

" So...your pet witches summoned a demon of some sort...and payed with their lives" Kraub said in disgust.." Opening hells gate has it's perils.." the Chief Adminastrator scoffed..
" That had nothing to do with you biblical hell Kraub" The tall man said..." That...was a portal...a dimensional gateway..."
" What?" the woman said turning her face to the tall man in disbelife...
The tall man nodded..." A gateway...and from what we now know...they are being used...used by...The Vampire Lord .."
" For what purpose.." Kraub said...his face drawn and tight..
The tall man lowered his head..." From several Lupine we've interogated...the purpose is simple...to open a flood gate...and allow the dead realm to spill into our world."
The conferance room went deathly silent...all eyes drawn to the images of the slaughterd Djinn...
Each mind asking the same questions...each heart holding the same fears...
Outside...over the mountian tops..the sun faded...sinking from view..
And in the distance a low mournful howl echoed into the darkening sky....

...............THE END...............