Twilight - The reckoning/lynching

Cracklord · 11-26-2009, 05:58 AM

Concept invented and discussed here.

Basically, this will be a diplomacy-esque game of wits where you play one of the most awesome vampire hunters in fiction, and try to score the most kills, while ensuring your opponents don't get as many. Make and break alliances, manipulate and perpetrate gory violence, all to kill as many canon Mary Sue's as possible. Each kill will be a test of wits, daring, initiative and sheer dumb luck, and you will be able to do feats that even game systems like Exalted struggle to emulate, of acrobatics, will, and high-octane nightmare fuel in a few cases.

Whoever has the most points at the end, wins. Points are scored by killing vampires, with different points for different vampires. This is not based on challenge (except in a few cases), but for how satisfying it will be to stomp their faces into the ground. Extra points awarded by the DM for good roleplaying or rampart sadism. And for gods sake be descriptive.
Acting out of character loses points.

There are two major zones (Fawkes and Volettra), each with about twelve districts. Players will start in a random zone and district, and have to search for vampires (Who will be semi-randomly distributed). Some districts will have to be discovered, through investigation or interrogation. When they find a district occupied by a vampire victim, they will describe a strategy to the DM, roleplay it, and he will decide if it works or not. If not, the Twilight vamp will either flee or attack. Twi-vamps will hypotheticly be able to kill the heroes, but only if you do something mind-numbingly stupid. Like attack massive numbers of them at once.

Each turn, the Twi-vamps will be randomly redistributed, so if you fail to kill it, it will get away. They will be randomly selected, there will never be more then ten in the game at once. Other things, such as capture, are possible, and a player is not docked points for doing so, but gets the total award.
If two players unite to overcome a challenge, the points are not divided, but rather, both get all the points. But, remember:

There can only be one!

Each day there will be a turn. The first turn is spent introducing your character, and no actions may be taken. If a player does not post, the game does not wait for them, and they simply spend that turn doing nothing.
In a turn, there is several phases. First is movement, in which they can travel to another district. They may not cross zones unless all vampires in zone are dead.

If they do not have some means of transportation (i.e car), they may only travel to adjacent districts, or get some means of transportation (vampires won't be using them anymore). Otherwise, they may move to any district they wish.

There is combat, which occurs when a player decides to engage. this must be declared before other actions, otherwise the character is assumed to be silently observing. If, after moving, they meet a vampire, they must decide whether to engage or simply observe, and may not take other actions in between.

In an engagement, your character must free form dictate the actions taken. The more complex and detailed, the more likely it is to succeed. Actions considered to be out of character will be ignored.

Special actions are actions using you characters abilities. Naturally, they are subjective, and the ruling of their effects is decided by the DM. They are not useable in certain conditions. For instance, a scientist may not attempt to use his abilities in the middle of a forest far from any equipment he needs.

Instead of engaging, if you encounter a group that is too much for you to handle, you may simply keep your eye on one, and will follow them to whatever new district they go to when they move for the next turn.

Characters backed by considerable organizations may at any point requisition things that would be well within the ability of the organization to provide, weapons, vehicles, whatever. Assistance, no matter how elite the organization is provided in the form of redshirts unable to do anything but soak up damage and get killed. No other named characters will be available, for obvious reasons, unless said characters are being played by another player, in which case alliance is always possible. All aid arrives the turn after it was requested.

All alliances are informal, and can be ended at any time.

No killing other members, except in certain conditions, ruled by DM.
If you have any questions, advice or proposals, post them and I'll thrash it out with you.

The targets

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And the heroes!

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Locations
Falks

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Volettra

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Cracklord · 11-26-2009, 06:10 AM

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thorgrim29 · 11-26-2009, 07:45 AM

Harry Dresden

I was up in my office, a small room in a run down buildings a few blocks away from my bat-cave, desperately trying to put some order in the piles of bills, pamphlets and those damned catalogs the electronic stores persisted in sending me. The small gray mountain sleeping at the door suddenly sat up and started wagging it's tail.

What is it boy?

I asked Mouse. The doorbell rung for one tone and them went dead despite someone audibly pushing the button. Sighing, opened the door to reveal a young woman, not much older then Captain Luccio appeared to be. She had that shy, almost self mocking look I've come to associate with clients over the years, so I introduced myself, first, never hurts to spread the mystique a bit

-Yes, I am Harry Dresden, Wizard. No, I do not do love potions or any of the other things I mention I don't do in my ad. Yes, I can probably help you if you have a supernatural problem, and no, I am neither a charlatan nor insane. Oh and this is Mouse. What can I do for you?

She went on to explain how her hometown was plagued by giant wolves and vampires, and how she had tried everything but no one but she and a few friends seemed to notice. Seemed like White Court from her description, but it hardly fit their MO, and I was not aware of werewolves in Nowhere Washington. Yet, Mouse liked her, and if she was lying it was a far better performance then I'd ever seen from someone not living in my head. Molly was on vacation with her tribe family, Thomas was... a complicated issue, Ramirez and the other north American Wardens were helping the Fellowship in Brazil, and Murphy had enough on her plate. That left me, with no backup to speak of, possibly taking on an entire vampire clan, not to mention potentially hostile werewolves. All in a day's work then, but better bring the big guns.

The next morning, after a night of researching the region and it's supernatural inhabitants with the help of Bob, the intellect spirit that lives in a human skull in my lab, I loaded my gear in the trunk of my old, battered, and very sexy Volkswagen Bug. Hours later, I arrived at the main road of the town of Forks and, after asking directions, drove off to the indian reservation. There, according to Bob, I would find a tribe of werewolves who specialized in vampire hunting. Might not hurt to get in touch with them. My car put putted to death a few hundred yards from the reservation, so I shrugged into my duster, picked up my bag and approached. At nearly seven foot and especially with my duster, my staff in hand and my other equipment, I usually gather attention pretty quickly. When enough gawkers had gathered, I introduced myself

-Warden Harry Dresden, I'm here about your vampire problem.

Oslecamo · 11-26-2009, 07:51 AM

A (real) new challenger appears!

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(So, is Shion aproved, dear GM?)

darkblade · 11-26-2009, 11:10 AM

(Continuity note that no one cares about: This is Morbius after Marvel Zombies 4 but before Frankencastle.)

Michael Morbius steped out the debriefing room. The mission to track down the remaining infected had proved partially successful. While there was still at least one infected head wandering the world now the higher ups at ARMOR refused to field another mission with the Midnight Sons instead they handed Michael a new set of instructions on where to meet the liason from HAMMER for his new mission.

He should have know it would only be a matter of time before Norman Osborne and his HAMMER goons start annexing off ARMOR's operatives for his own twisted ends. He briefly considered abandoning his duty as others had to escape from Osborne but he had to know what Osborne wanted him for first.

The instructions where simple. Meet an undercover HAMMER operative at a small nightclub in Falks, Washington. This caught his attention. Falks never was much of a superhuman or espionage hot spot. Back when he was part of the Howling Commandos Blade would occasionally (in between threats directed again Michael) make offhand mention of some sub race of vampires that he had encountered here once but they'd be long gone by now if they were ever here in the first place. At least if they had any sense of reason.

Michael entered the Night Club. The entire place went silent with the exception of the insistent playing of that moronic "Poker Face" song over the dance floor speakers. This really shouldn't have come as any surprise though; he was in full costume after all. Why wouldn't he though? The civilians would give him a wide berth and the HAMMER agent would be certain to spot him it made the whole pointless exercise much more bearable.

He sat down at a table and waited. He really wished his liaison had chosen somewhere else to meet. He hated night clubs, too much adrenaline in the air, too many enheightened pulses. It had been days since he had last fed and that was only on bagged blood taken from a convict on death row. He hadn't had fresh blood in what seemed like years and there was so much of it here. It took all of his will just to remain in control. The crowds slowly but surely started to forget about him and return to their partying, only making Morbius’s desire for blood even more powerful.

After waiting for what Morbius considered far, far too long the agent approached his table.

”Took you long enough.” Morbius hissed.

“Maybe if you didn’t create such a scene coming in here I’d have been able to get to you sooner. Doesn’t matter, look we both got our jobs to do Michael...” The agent began to explain.

”That would be Doctor Morbius to you.” While the living vampire may have be impatient he was not going to allow himself to be disrespected by one as pitiful as this creature. What was Osborne thinking sending such a frail specimen into the field? He was a good ten inches or so shorter that Morbius and couldn’t have weighed more than 150 lbs. But he was afraid Michael could smell it in his blood. This agent feared him.

“Well um Dr. Morbius, Norman Osborne has a special assignment for you. There is this subrace of vampires that has been causing him some trouble.” As the agent resumed his explanation he passed Michael a list of targets “We know they are located within this town and in Volettra, Italy we don’t know anything more than that.”

If they were giving Osborne a hard time they can’t be all bad can they?
”What kind of trouble are they giving Mr. Osborne?”

“Standard stuff really. Attacking agents, destroying property, using their considerable wealth to wage a minor media campaign against him and they kidnapped a girl of considerable tactical importance.” The agent explained the least of the Twipire’s crimes.

“Who is this girl?” Michael normally respect monsters rights to go do as they please as long as they stay within the normal superhuman law but kidnapping a child was not something he would allow.

“Bella Swan. Age 16. She has demonstrated a natural magic talent to stop telepathy within her presence. With our current conflict with the X-men such a talent would be invaluable.”

”I’ll do the job but not Osborne, you or HAMMER.”

“A...are you threatening me doctor?”

”No. I’m informing you.” Michael makes a lunge for the agent’s throat and bite down hard sucking the sweet juice of life from his body. The agent lets out a brief scream before slumping to the ground dead. The club goes silent again all eyes stare in horror at Morbius. Again nothing really new. Wiping his mouth off on a napkin from the table the living vampire goes over his hitlist before turning to face the crowded club. ”I am looking for some nice young people, they go by the name Cullen. Does anyone know where I might find them?

Executor · 11-26-2009, 11:24 AM

((Why is Charlie worth a point anyways? He isn't a vampire. Also, he's possibly the only character in the Twilight series that I didn't hate))

The Vatican, 2009

A lone figure, clothed all in brown and black, crossed the ancient cobbles of Saint Peter's Square, and ascended the steps of the Basilica quickly and with purpose in his stride. The hallowed halls of the Basilica were vast and quiet, and illuminated by golden light from the evening sun streaming through the stained windows. The man quickly turned to a small confession booth at the side of the main hall, opened it's wooden door, and entered.

"Bless me Father, for I have-"

"Sinned, as usual, Gabriel" answered the Priest on the other side of the confession booth, as he opened the slat in between the two parts of the booth to glare at the man on the other side. Gabriel was a taller man, with a few streaks of grey in his hair, broad in the shoulder and chest, looking like he was getting on in years, but still physically powerful despite that.

"Father, if you give me a relic to use against demons, expect it to be used against demons" Gabriel replied, furrowing his brow.

"Shoving a piece of the True Cross down the throat of hellspawn! You call that using it!" The priest replied.

"It worked, didn't it?" Gabriel replied

"And the flames that consumed the demon consumed the piece of the Cross too! I just thank the Lord that we had the foresight to only give you a small piece, Gabriel Van Helsing!" The priest said, standing up as he pushed a small lever that opened a door behind them, leading down into a passageway of stone stairs.

"Perhaps you could paused to consider the fact that maybe I don't want to do this anymore? Unlike you, I do not have death waiting for me at the end of my service, I have been doing this for over a century now, and I'm sick of it" Van Helsing said bitterly, as he followed the Priest down the curving stone stairs, as he had done thousands of times, with hundreds of other priests.

"Then you will be happy, Van Helsing, for this will be your last mission from the Order" replied the Priest as they came into a wide room, filled with other priests, and the smells of industry as they worked on the latest weapons against the forces of Darkness and the Undead. A strong scent of garlic, ‘The Old Reliable’ as he deemed it, immediately filled Van Helsing’s nostrils.

“Word has come to us, Gabriel, of a coven of vampires dwelling on the West Coast of America, somewhere around Forks, Washington” said the Priest, as they came up to a large wooden table with a map of the world spread across it. A small pin, with a red flag atop it, was placed on the map, on the location of Forks. From the side of the table, the Priest picked up a small stack of papers. The first was a drawing of a crest, showing some kind of lion-like beast, underneath a white hand, and above three black clovers. Underneath all of this was a name: ‘Cullen’.

“Cullen?” said Van Helsing, taking the drawing in one hand and looking it over with a critical eye.

“Indeed, Cullen. That is the name of this coven of vampires that has taken up in Forks. We think there might be eight of them, one of which is only recently been bitten. Her name was Bella Swan, and we believe that she has been put under the spell of these vampires.” Replied the Priest, showing photos of the various Cullens as he did, and ending with one of a slender, dark-haired girl. Then he held up a photo of a young child, a girl.

”This is our biggest worry. Our agents have found out that her name is Renesmee, the child of one of the vampires, Edward, and Bella, when she was a human. This child is half vampire, half human. She is a sin against God and all nature, and must be destroyed, above everything else this child MUST be destroyed” the Priest said, and handed him the last photo. Van Helsing took it and studied it as well. Poor child, she looked almost innocent, he thought for a moment, before hardening his heart to the task he must do.

“Tell the monks to load the plane with my usual equipment, I’ll leave immediately” Van Helsing said, as he placed the photo in the inside pocket of his long trench coat, and turned to leave the underground chamber.

"You should also know something, our sources tell us that Harry Dresden has been hired by a third party to deal with the coven" The Priest said to Van Helsing's back.

"Dresden? Haven't seen him since the Blair Witch incident back in '99. I wonder how the bastard is getting on" Gabriel answered, and then laughed a little as strode back up towards the stairs.

”God go with you, Van Helsing” The Priest said, making the sign of the cross towards Van Helsing as he left.

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Forks, Washington

Gabriel stood alone outside the door of a regular looking, regular sized house, in a regular neighborhood, in the regular little town of Forks. He raised a gloved hand and knocked on the door three times, and waited. A few minutes passed, and then a mustached man answered the door, clearly towards his later 30s in age. Looking past his shoulder, Gabriel saw a policeman's jacket hung up on a peg, with the words "C. Swan" on the chest.

"Mr. Charles Swan?" Gabriel asked. The man nodded, an air of deep melancholy around him. In those eyes, Gabriel could see bitterness and anger.

"You are from the Order?" Charlie asked in a hushed tone. Gabriel nodded.

"Alright, come in please"

A short while later, they were seated in the living room. Charlie seemed to live alone, and had quickly prepared cups of coffee, which sat untouched upon the table in the center of the room.

"If this is difficult for you, I understand Mr. Swan" Gabriel said slowly, leaning forward in his chair and clasping both hands together before his face.

“No, no, I’m okay” Charlie answered, rubbing his brow with a finger and thumb.

“It’s just… it’s just… that Edward have turned my little girl into some kind of monstrosity” he said, his voice filled with sudden hate, a glint appearing in his eye, teeth clenched.

“I know, Mr. Swan, I am here to correct that” Gabriel replied, sitting back in his chair and crossing one leg over the other.

“Please, tell me what you know, and I’ll do my best to make your daughter’s passing quick and painless” he finished, and then waited for Charlie to speak. They waited a long time, the only noise between the rhythmic ticking of the clock, and the sound of the wind outside the house.

“They live in a house out on the edge of town. Pretty big place too. God only knows what they do inside. Please, Mr. Van Helsing, burn it to the ground. Please, kill every last one of them” Charlie said, that hatred he had spoken with before coming back again. His eyes seemed to burn with an inner fire, burned with a desire to see every last member of the Cullens reduced to ash. Gabriel nodded slowly, then stood from his chair and made the sign of the cross towards Charlie.

“Peace be with you, Charles Swan. I assure you, I will not fail” he said, and with that he placed his battered old slouch hat on his head once more, and quickly walked out of the house. Outside, on the streets of Forks, Gabriel noted that night was falling rapidly. It was almost time for him to be about his bloody business.

Eddums · 11-26-2009, 01:07 PM

OOC Note: I'm setting this in the present, despite the fact that Abel is from the future. Given that he's around 1000 years old, it seems reasonable.

Vatican City, Cardinal Katrina's Office

"I despair of you Abel, I really do," sighed Katrina, a slight smile playing at the corners of her mouth, as she stared at the contrite priest in front of her. "All you had to do was convince the Empires emmissary to meet with the Pope, but, as usual, something went wrong, and we end up with a major incident of our hands."

"Well," stammered the priest, fiddeling unconciously with his long, silver ponytail. "I was so faint from lack of food that I can't even recall what happened. You know.." and at this point, his voice adopted a wounded tone, ".. if the AX were ever to give me a slightly larger stipend for my mission, these, er, accidents might not occur so frequently, as I'd be able to stay....focused...and...things."

His voice trailed off under Katerina's glare.

"Perhaps that could be arranged Abel. But first,we have a more important mission for you. Recently, several AX agents have reported signs of vampire activity in the New World, on the West Coast of America. We do not know if these Methusalah are agents of the Empire, but we think it unlikely, as no official word or message has been recieved. Further, the name of 'Cullen' has been connected to these cases."

"Cullen?" Mused Abel, ambling over to the Cardinal's desk, and flipping through the case files. "It means nothing to me, but even so. The Lord's work must come before all earthly needs," he ended piously, before looking pitifully at Katrina, who remained unmoved.

"Your flight awaits you, Father Nightroad."

Forks, Washington

Abel Nightroad opened the door of the truck in which he had hitchhiked to Forks, and sketched a quick blessing over the driver, who thanked him, and drove on, most likely glad to be rid of his vaguely odd passenger, and what's more, the strange rumbling noises coming from his stomach.
Placing his suitcase on the floor, Abel looked around, and spotted a diner just across the road.
"I've always been partial to American food, and I might as well get something from this mission," flashed across his brain, as he crossed the street. Suddenly, a nasty thought struck him, and with trembling hands, he opened the wallet Katrina had given him, to find only 20 denarii.

"Why, my God, have you forsaken me?" he moaned, and consigned his imaginations of burgers and chips to remain just that. A sudden buzzing in Able's ear interrupted his misery, and Sister Kate's voice came though.

"Father Nightroad, do you copy? Please respond."
"I'm here Kate. What is it?" Abel curiosity was piqued. He had never been called this early in a mssion.
"Be advised, Father Nightroad. The AX have just been advised that another Vatican Operative has been assigned to this case. His name is Gabriel Van Helsing, Division: Unknown. We hypothesise that he may be working for Cardinal Leo, or an associated group. Be wary."
"My thanks, Sister, I'll bear that in mind. By the way, seeing as you're here, any advice on accomodation?" queried Abel, hopefully. He could have sworn Sister Kate sighed heavily, before the line went dead.

"Oh well. This looks like a nice place," mused the priest, as he moved towards a small, but welcoming place just down the street, with 'Hotel', painted in flowing letters on a hanging sign.

Cracklord · 11-26-2009, 04:13 PM

(Consider Shion approved.)

(Charlie is their not because he is fundamentally unlikeable (he's not) but because many of the psychopaths we are dealing with are very...thorough, and I felt it was only fair I gave the option to eradicate all traces of Swan/Cullen.)

Harry Dresden

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Michael Morbius

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Gabriel Van Helsing

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Edduns

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darkblade · 11-26-2009, 04:47 PM

Employing with vampiric speed the living vampire dashes across the club to stand face to face with his first target.

"Unusual to find one of our kin amongst the mortal party scene but not unheard of." The words slide coldly from Morbius's mouth. With each syllable he opens his mouth just a little wider to showcase his fangs. His fingernails grow, thicken and harden into the deadly weapons they are.

"I have no personal vendetta against you, young one." he says with a slight chuckle knowing that most likely a decade or two older than he is but there is no need for him to know that.

"Tell me where I would find the one you call Edward and the Swan girl and I may allow you to live peacefully amongst my clan in New York." Another bluff no way the Legion of Monsters currently residing in Manhattan's sewer tunnels would tolerate one who aided in kidnapping an innocent girl but finding the girl before it is too late is of far more importance than the slaughter of the clan responsible. "Resist and I will pry the knowledge from your dead body."

Cracklord · 11-26-2009, 05:21 PM

The vampire, lifts his big, shovel sized hands and loudly cracks his knuckles. He tightens his lips, juts out his chin and takes a deep breath, while smiling a cocky smile. He even endeavors to swagger while standing completely still.
Ignoring all your questions, he fixes you with a dangerous look, suggesting violence. "Piss off." He says, pure attitude, while drawing back his fist for a swing. "Or you'll be crapping teeth for a week."

He talks the talk, but can he walk the walk?

darkblade · 11-26-2009, 05:35 PM

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Originally Posted by Cracklord

The vampire, lifts his big, shovel sized hands and loudly cracks his knuckles. He tightens his lips, juts out his chin and takes a deep breath, while smiling a cocky smile. He even endeavors to swagger while standing completely still.
Ignoring all your questions, he fixes you with a dangerous look, suggesting violence. "Piss off." He says, pure attitude, while drawing back his fist for a swing. "Or you'll be crapping teeth for a week."

He talks the talk, but can he walk the walk?

"Really now? I've gone toe to toe with the marvels of Manhattan." Morbius says as he swings his head to the left of the oncoming punch.

"I have done battle with Elder Gods on the universe." He then reaches out to try and grab Emmete's punching arm. Should he succeed he digs his claws into Emmete's forearm "You are out of your league child."

thorgrim29 · 11-26-2009, 05:47 PM

When the duo came in sight, Mouse began growling so low I felt it in my bones before the I noticed the sound. I put a hand on his head and told him to stay put. I observed them for a moment, and noticed the looks of pity from the tribe, directed it would seem at the boy, who looked like nothing more then a native 20 year old Cujo Hendricks, and not at the child. So there was more here then the already disturbing plain sight. Steeling myself, I looked down, closed my eyes and opened my third eye. As always, what I saw was at once clearer and vaguer then usual.

Mouse looked bigger, fiercer. I looked up a bit at my client. Superimposed over him was the image of a wolf, and something else I would have to analyze later. There were four others like him in the crowd, but unlike him the wolf was muzzled by something black and clammy, reminiscent of black court Thralldom. Then, fearing the worst, I Looked behind me. The tall boy looked like his soul had been crushed several times. The great wolf that was him, much larger then the others I had seen, was tied with unbreakable steel and titanium bonds to the young girl I purposely left out of my Sight for now. More disturbing even then that, his psyche looked like that of a reinfeld, an man twisted and torn into a living weapon by Black Court mindraping, and for all intent and purpose dead.

Then I gazed at the child and my sanity reeled. If I had not already Seen a skinwalker, no doubt I would have been rolling around babbling at the Sight. It was a monster, yes, but worse then that, it was a child, completely innocent yet pure evil. An abberation, a demon made flesh. I shook my Sight away, knowing that a new nightmare had just been added to my library, and turned back to Sam, who was watching me slack jawed.

Alright, I will do it, and no charge, this is Council business. But I need things from you before I do. I need everything you know about those vampires and how they enthralled your tribe, I need a ride back to the city, and when we're further away from here, I'm going to need you to look me in the eyes.

As we were going away I turned back and adressed the girl

Child, give word to the master of your coven to expect Warden Dresden of the White Council soon, and that if he respects the old covenants this may be resolved peacefully.

Cracklord · 11-26-2009, 05:52 PM

The skin feels hard and smooth, almost like marble. Your claws barely make purchase, and dig perhaps half an inch into his arm. There is surprisingly little blood, more of a thick treacle that oozed from his forearm. In your life, you have seen a great deal of blood, and whatever this is, is something else entirely.
The big vampire makes a surprised grimace, and pulls back his arm with surprising speed. He's looking at you warily now, but he's not backing down. He raises his fist in a classic boxers pose and lowers his center of balance.

Sam nods quickly and, taking your shoulder in a vice like grip, steers you away. "They came about five years ago." He says slowly. "At first we wanted to fight them, but that would only have gotten us killed. So instead we negotiated, and drafted an agreement. That... that was our mistake. We should have fought. Compromise... well, it wasn't a good idea."
He shakes his head sadly. "Anyway, they broke the agreement recently, but before we could fight, a whole lot of us went over. They were all following Jacob, 'cause he had a thing for the victim. Jacob... he's a good guy, it's not like him." He continued. "And she was a real hellspawn anyway. Broke his heart more times then I can count, took him for granted, treated him like dirt..." He sighed, running a hand through his shaggy hair.
"Now, well, we can't fight them, half of us aren't even siding with our people anymore, and a while back they brought over an army of their people for some reason. We can't do anything, so I called you..."

darkblade · 11-26-2009, 06:16 PM

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Originally Posted by Cracklord

The skin feels hard and smooth, almost like marble. Your claws barely make purchase, and dig perhaps half an inch into his arm. There is surprisingly little blood, more of a thick treacle that oozed from his forearm. In your life, you have seen a great deal of blood, and whatever this is, is something else entirely.
The big vampire makes a surprised grimace, and pulls back his arm with surprising speed. He's looking at you warily now, but he's not backing down. He raises his fist in a classic boxers pose and lowers his center of balance.

"It seems your body mass is not all fat afterall." It wouldn't be much of a fight if things were too easy now would it? He bends his knees and raises his arms into a defensive position and waits for his large foe to make the first move.

Cracklord · 11-26-2009, 06:26 PM

You don't have to wait long. The larger Vampire, losing patience almost instantly, lungs forward, swinging a great, round house of a punch at his opponent's head, while simultaneously lashing out in a left cross.

nanobot_swarm · 11-26-2009, 07:04 PM

Office of the OSA
Two men sit in a small office room, one sits at a wooden desk with a cluttered mess of papers over it, the other sits in a black leather chair atop a beautiful Persian rug, all the while the ceiling fan casts an eerie shadow upon the room illuminated only by the light of sun pouring through two shaded windows. The man at the desk is short, plump, balding, wearing a glasses and blue suit and red tie, and voiced by Tony Jay. The man in the chair is tall, thin, a full head of brown hair, also wearing glasses but wearing a black suit and blue tie. The man at the desk clears his throat and speaks," Well Jack, how are you today?"
"Er, quite fine sir." "Good, and agent Blazkowicz?""He's doing quite well, enjoying some R&R after that last assignment we sent him on." "I see, well we're going to require his services again." "What for sir?" "Same as usual Jack." "I see, what's it this time? Are the Russians recommissioning the killer robots that the Soviets built, are demons escaping from hell, some crackpot dictator violating the 1931 Dresden Agreement?" "Don't be silly Jack, nothing that major, this will be much easier for agent Blazkowicz. Our intelligence has gathered that a coven of vampires have settled in the Italian town of Volettra. We need agent Blazkowicz to find this coven and eliminate them." "Anything special about this coven." "They sparcle in the sunlight, and some can barely read minds." "Is that a joke sir?" "I wish it was Jack." "Very well, I'll get agent Blazkowicz right away."
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1 week later in Volettra
BJ, armed with a knife, luger, MP40, Venom Machine gun, 10 pineapple grenades, scoped Lee Einfield, and flamethrower (Gotta love hammerspace), enters the absurdly spacious sewers through an old rusted gate in the woods or something. A musky odor of waste and rotting deadthings hangs in theair, of course, BJ has smelled much worse before. Carefully he looks through the sewers, trying to see if there are any others in there with him.

darkblade · 11-26-2009, 07:05 PM

Morbius reaches out to catch both incoming punches before raising his left knee towards his vampiric foe's crotch. "I wonder if your subrace even maintains human primary sexual characteristics?"

thorgrim29 · 11-26-2009, 07:13 PM

Harry Dresden

-Good for you that you did, I'm not only a wizard, I'm also part of the White Council, the ruling body of mortal magic, and we are currently at war with most of the vampire population, I'm sort of an expert. I showed him the necklace of Red Court fangs I keep in one of my duster's pockets. I have a few things to get in my car, then you can call me a mechanic. I'm afraid there's not much left of Jacob inside that body, he's that little.... I shuddered thing's slave. I've seen something like it before, and there isn't much that can be done for him. We could lock him up, but he'd probably go raving mad if separated from that little monster, like Reinfeld in Dracula. I truly am sorry, but it might be possible to help the others from what I saw. But first, I need to know more about you, about them, and about the whole situation. There is one way to do that, it's called a Soulgaze. Ever heard the expression about eyes being a window to the soul? They actually are. We stare in the others eyes for a few seconds, and we'll see the most important things there are to know about that person. That way, I'll know you better, and you'll know what kind of man is helping you.

We'd returned to the Blue Beetle, and Sam stared at it in surprise. Mouse was still taut, but he seemed happy to leave the place, not that I blamed him. I chuckled at the familiar expression on the youth's face

-It's not Shadowfax, I'll give you that, but modern technology fries quickly near magic, and there were like a bajillion of these made, so spare parts are easy to come by. Now, what do you say?

Cracklord · 11-26-2009, 07:19 PM

BJ
Like the rest of the city, it is a series of classic looking stonework's, carved out centuries ago when the city was still important. The fact that it is a sewer barely detracts from the feelings of faded grandeur evoked by the architecture.
It is a massive labyrinth, with a mess of bricked over tunnels, secret passages that go nowhere, and worn, faded statues. You could hide an army down here.
"Hello." Says a voice, high and reedy, monotonous, from behind you.
At first glance, it looks like a young boy. On closer examination, it was a pretty little girl, wide eyed, full lipped, with an androgynous build. Her size was all but insignificant, and yet she seems dangerous. She is wearing a heavy, shadowy cape.
* * * * *
Harry Dresden
Cullen residence unlocked.

Sam is still staring at the car. "Ah... right." He says. "I won't pretend to know what you are talking about, but you sound like you know your stuff. They mostly live in a big fancy place a few miles from town. First turn off on your left, you can't miss it." He says. "Look, if you can do anything for Jacob... well, I'd appreciate it, but try not to make a spectacle here or whatever." He says. "Most of the tribe don't know we exist, and I'd kinda like it to stay that way, you know?"
* * * * *
Mobius
The vampire's expression tightens, and his eyes bulge. Slowly, he begin's to flex, forcing his hands towards your throat.
"Yeah?" He asks, as he strains his hands closer to your neck. "You need a head, smart arse?"

nanobot_swarm · 11-26-2009, 07:36 PM

BJ turns around and sees the little girl in the black cloak, and any sign of relief a normal person would have, did not come to BJ. He had survived numerous occult horrors and encounters with German soldiers by trusting his insticts, and they were telling him something was not right about the girl. He does not strengthen his grip on the MP40, but he does not lighten it either, all he does is say,"Hello little girl, what are you doing in a place like this."

Cracklord · 11-26-2009, 07:42 PM

"I like it down here." She says, her voice still monotonous, swaying her head as she speaks, as though to tune only she could hear. "It's quiet, and you can remember the city. It's nice down here. It still echoes with the screams."

Executor · 11-26-2009, 07:54 PM

Gabriel took a deep breath, then made the sign of the cross over himself. Quickly, he opened his car door and got out of the non-descript grey Chrysler Neon, carrying his automatic crossbow with him in one hand. It was one of Van Helsing's trademark weapons, and it had been a gift, from a very old friend. It's clip was loaded with silver stakes for bolts, and as Van Helsing walked towards the Cullen house, he took out a bottle of holy water with his spare hand and let a few drops fall onto the muzzle of the crossbow, for extra effect. Putting away the bottle, and now taking hold of his weapon with both hands, Gabriel increased his pace as he walked across the Cullen's immaculate lawn. By the time he reached the door, he was almost jogging. With a single kick, the door gave way before him, and he found himself standing in a large foyer with a long double staircase forming a circle around it, and white pillars decorating the sides.

"Why always marble floors?" Gabriel wondered aloud as he held his crossbow firmly against his shoulder, every muscle in his body held taut, ready for an explosion of movement in any direction.

"Listen up!" He yelled "I'm Van Helsing! It all ends here! Show yourself!" he shouted into the Cullen home, while quickly moving in a combat crouch to the lefthand staircase and slowly beginning his ascent.

darkblade · 11-26-2009, 07:56 PM

"I can't say for sure. I've never been without one." The giant hands warp around Morbius's neck.

"What about you?" Morbius reaches behind Emmete's head and attempts to dig his claws into the twipire's scalp and push it forward into his own for a headbutt.

Cracklord · 11-26-2009, 08:02 PM

A tall man walks down the stairs, his hands upraised to show he carries no weapon. As he approaches, you think you see a flash of recognition in his eyes for a split second, before it vanishes and he lowers his hands, his body language taking pains to demonstrate himself as no threat.
He looks a little disheveled, his blond hair is a mess and he is wearing a button up shirt that he hasn't buttoned, leaving his chest bare.
"Good evening." He says smoothly and calmly. "May I be of assistance?"

nanobot_swarm · 11-26-2009, 08:03 PM

"Interesting, though I don't think your mother would approve. May I ask, whose screams exactly?" BJ doesn't change one bit, keeping a calm demeanor, though still ready to shoot at a moment's notice.

Cracklord · 11-26-2009, 08:06 PM

She gives you a dreamy look. "Priests and nuns, burning alive." She says. "I can still taste it." She licks her lips with a perfect tongue, in a manner that would be sensual if she was a few years older.
"Why are you here? Are you lost?"

nanobot_swarm · 11-26-2009, 08:13 PM

"And when did that little event happen?" He asks, but then gives a wry smile at her question and answers,"Looking for treasure and hunting monsters."

Executor · 11-26-2009, 08:16 PM

Gabriel recognized this one from the photos that his handler had given him. 'Carlisle Cullen', alias: Stregone Benefice, born in London, England, 1643, and known for having excellent control of his vampiric urges, though not perfect. Last recorded kill of a human: 2001. Adoptive father of the other Cullens, and patriarch of their coven. And he did not miss the short gleam of recognition. How did this Carlisle know him? Gabriel suspected he would find out soon enough.

"First of all, you can have your mate come out from that room there. I know there's two of you in here, and from the looks of you I can tell she's someone special" Gabriel remarked, gesturing back towards the doorway at the top of the stairs with his crossbow.

"After she's out here where I can see her, I want you two to tell me the location of Edward Cullen, Bella Cullen, and their demonspawn child 'Renesmee' Cullen. Cooperate, and I will put you to rest quickly. Resist, and things might get messy" He finished, his finger twitching near the trigger of his crossbow, but not firing it... yet.

Cracklord · 11-26-2009, 08:20 PM

Carlisle didn't so much as flinch. "Please, we have no quarrel with you. Nor does little Renesmee. I can assure you, she is quite harmless." He said softly, as though trying to calm a charging hound. "Now, please put the weapon away, and we can discuss this like civilized gentlemen."
Slowly, to appear nonthreatening, he turns to look up the stares and says "Esme, we have company."
* * * * *
She brightens up. "I can show you where to find them!" She says, for all the world like a little girl who has just been told she can be useful.
With that, she whirls and takes off, skipping.

Agrippa · 11-26-2009, 08:21 PM

A grimly-attired man wearing a slouch hat, long coat and general clothing of the Elizabethan era strode into town. Upon arriving in the city of Forks on his God given mission to expunge the world of this most depraved vampire clan Cullen he set to work acquiring as much information this family as he could. His name is Solomon Kane and while he knows much about this dreaded covenant, from their heraldry to their powers and names, the Puritan Avenger must learn more.

Concealing his revolvers in his knapsack (come on people, he has adapted a little bit) and using the staff N'Longa once gifted to him, Kane ventures about the city asking of the Cullens. With no answer he walks to the most dignified of taverns in the town. There he orders a pint of good quality English style beer and dinner for himself, remembering to tip his waitress of course. He then said unto her, "Pray tell me good woman of this Edward Cullen and of his bride Bella. I have heard many great thing of them and wish to make their acquaintances and give my tidings. I hear you used to be a good friend of her’s as well"