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The lone hunter- (Colin's thread)

Posted by ArtemisFor group 0
Colin Browne
player, 332 posts
37/83 hp
AC 24/24/24
Sat 4 Jan 2020
at 15:52
  • msg #421

Re: The lone hunter- (Colin's thread)

Colin rubbed his chin in thought as they rode along. "Don't know of anyone in that area, at least not that I have heard of. Back up would be nice, however. Do you have any contacts in the area? Anyone from your fancy society?", he quipped and settled in more for the long journey.
Amelia Kirk
NPC, 34 posts
Fri 10 Jan 2020
at 02:04
  • msg #422

Re: The lone hunter- (Colin's thread)

My fancy society? she arches a bemused brow. You probably think I attend dinner parties and ice cream socials every other day don't you? I'm afraid that's simply not the case. The last two years I've been holed up in the men of letters headquarters. I just happen to be better dressed than most she adds with a joking smile, which is quite uncommon for her. She's always been pleasant enough and you've been able to make her smile with only a little work but her actually making a joke herself? Perhaps you're finally rubbing off on her. But you have a decent idea. Perhaps we can find some aid from my society after all. I'll need some blood though, she adds with a frown, already starting to roll up her sleeve. She takes out a silver chalice and with a little yelp of nerves cuts her exposed forearm until the blood gathers in the cup, then she swirls it around and chants under her breath. Her eyes roll into the back of her head and then she just...stays like that. It's quite alarming. She's just holding perfectly still, arm still bleeding into the cup and the whites of her eyes showing, the rest of her unblinking. She doesn't move a muscle and as the seconds tick by into minutes you start to worry. At last as you think she's outright killed herself she snaps back with a gasp and her deep blue eyes roll back where they belong though she's trembling a bit. Sorry about that. Private conversations are more taxing. she takes out a handkerchief and wraps it around her wound. One of my colleagues from home has family in Alexandria it seems. Perhaps even some who might help us. But he warned me they are a bit...eccentric. Do you think you could possibly stomach wearing evening attire? she gives you an appraising frown. I don't know these people but Percy just said they are quite difficult to entreat save during social functions. If we hurry we should make their annual neighborhood gala, that's what he called it, she shrugs. Apparently it's the only time they leave their house!
Colin Browne
player, 333 posts
37/83 hp
AC 24/24/24
Mon 13 Jan 2020
at 23:05
  • msg #423

Re: The lone hunter- (Colin's thread)

Colin arched his own eyebrow. "So, just to be clear, in order to get help from the men of letters, we are going to have to attend a party?" Colin chuckled slightly, trying not to dwell on the fact that Amelia had used blood magic. It was best that he did not to bring up blood at all right now. The emotions were still too high, too raw, too open for any kind of treatment. Shaking the feeling away, Colin lit a cigarette to calm himself.

"I'll need a proper bath and trip to a barber. I haven't groomed proper in a while," he concluded. Not to mention he would need to get fitted for proper attire and that was not cheap or quick.
Artemis
GM, 2129 posts
Tue 14 Jan 2020
at 16:52
  • msg #424

Re: The lone hunter- (Colin's thread)

She wrinkles her nose in amusement at your mention of grooming. Clearly she agrees with you. Ah, here's the thing. They aren't men of letters at all. Only related to one. But apparently they are not without their gifts. Unfortunately because they are not official in any capacity, we're going to have to win them over if we expect help. Hence the party. Trust me, I loathe the things as much as you do. Always thought they were a waste of time, she sighs. But I suppose I should start giving you some instruction on how to behave, assuming you don't already know of course. My family name will be enough to get us in, but our manners will decide how long we stay in their good graces. You will probably be charming enough, so long as you're respectful. Apparently they are a very old family, older than I realized actually, with roots in Eastern Europe. The fact that you're of immigrant blood may endear you to them somewhat, though it's been several years since they've set roots apparently. They're known as the Stynes.
Colin Browne
player, 334 posts
37/83 hp
AC 24/24/24
Sat 18 Jan 2020
at 04:42
  • msg #425

Re: The lone hunter- (Colin's thread)

Colin nodded. "Best we review some of the finer points," he said and flicked the butt of his cigarette away. "Might have to find a pipe, since I assume my usual fare is not welcome in polite society. It's settled otherwise. I'll get dolled up to be your arm candy and woo the family so that we might be able to get some help with this children situation. We are also going to need more information on the situation in general. I'll put the word out through the newsies that we are looking for informats. Money will grease the wheels there for us."
Artemis
GM, 2133 posts
Tue 21 Jan 2020
at 19:29
  • msg #426

Re: The lone hunter- (Colin's thread)

Amelia nods at the plan and the next couple of days are spent traveling to Alexandria. Amelia begins your training along the way, telling you which silverware is for which courses, how best to perform introductions, and an alarming amount of picky little rules you had no idea even existed. Needless to say it's overwhelming and she has to drill it into you over and over again before you even have some semblance of remembrance.

At last you reach Alexandria and she finds you accommodation for the next few days at a very nice hotel. When you hear the price you're a bit strangled but she plunks it down easily, informing you later that should the Stynes find out where you're staying you'll need to keep up appearances. Immediately she sets to finding you a nice evening suit, which doesn't take long, though it takes a day or so for tailoring to be finished. You've never worn anything like it in your life. It's tight, restrictive and the bow tie feels like it's going to strangle you. She ends up having to tie it of course since you don't know how. She also finds you a barber for a shave and a cut and by the time you're ready to head out to this wretched dinner party, you feel like a proper fop, though admittedly you look nicer than you ever thought you could. When Amelia sees your finished product she laughs to your surprise. You look like a completely different man! Where did Colin go? she pretends to look around. Even if it's at your expense, it is nice to hear her laugh again. I am impressed though. You look very well, she adds with a smile. She looks more than well herself, wearing a wine colored velvet evening gown that shows more of her shoulders and bosom than you ever thought you'd see from such a tight laced woman. Don't forget your gloves, she tosses you a white pair, pulling on long cream gloves of her own. High society is obsessed with gloves for some reason. Never understood it at all. Now, my colleague got us an invitation so they are in fact expecting us. Since most of the people there are not in any way affiliated with hunting, we have a cover story in place. All we really need to do is to have a conversation with the matron of the family. I believe we can convince her to lend us help, but I'll have to be subtle about it. Your name is your own and my Christian name is the same but my surname will be Odell. We are supposedly in the tobacco business, fitting for you I suppose, she makes a face in reference to your usual habit, and we're awaiting my father's arrival in the city to start expanding his company. You are his junior assistant, here to start making inquiries on his behalf. None of it really matters anyway I suppose, but you should probably know what it is you are pretending to be. Any questions?

ooc: Ok, so if you decide to hire newsies go ahead and roll a gather information check for them so we see what they can do for you. Also, I'll need a bluff and diplomacy check for the party so we see how well you do. Lastly, I thought it would be fun to show you the etiquette crap from the time. Below are just some of the things one would expect at a dinner party for the upper crust of the time. Sheesh!
I copied this from an article:



Once sated at the table. gloves are drawn off and laid in the lap under the napkin, which is spread lightly, not tucked in.
     Soup is always served for the first course, and it should be eaten with dessert spoons, and taken from the sides, not the tips of them, without any sounds of the lips, and not sucked into the mouth audibly from the ends of the spoon.  Bread should not be broken into soup or gravy.  Never ask to be helped to soup a second time.  Fish chowder, which is served in soup plates, is said to be the exception which proves this rule, and when eating of that it is correct to take a second plateful, if desired.
     Another generally neglected obligation is that of spreading butter on one's bread as it lies in one's plate, or but slightly lifted at one end of the plate; it is very frequently buttered in the air, bitten in gouges, and still held in the face and eyes of the table with the marks of the teeth on it.  This is certainly not altogether pleasant, and it is better to cut it, a bit at the time, after buttering it, and put it into the mouth with one's finger and thumb.  Never help yourself to butter, or any other food with your own knife or fork.  It is not considered good taste to mix food on the same plate.
     Drink sparingly while eating, as it is far better for digestion, but when you do drink, do it gently and easily and do not pour the liquid down your throat.
      Do not talk loud or boisterously at the table, but aim to be cheerful and companionable and join in the conversation, but do not monopolize it.  Do not twirl your goblet, nor soil the tablecloth by placing bones or fragments on it.  Never turn tea or coffee into your saucer to cool it, nor blow your soup.  If you do not like any dish which you are served, allow it to remain untouched until the servant removes it.
     Sit upright at the table, without bending over or lowering your head to partake of your food.  Do not sit too far away or too near the table, and do not sit with one arm lying on the table with your back half-turned to your left hand neighbor.
   Then one who serves at the table should not help too abundantly, or flood the food with gravies, as many do not like them, and it is better to allow each guest to help himself.  Water should be poured to the right of a person - everything else is passed to the left.  Do not watch the dishes while being uncovered or talk with your mouth full.  If you discover anything objectionable in the food, do not attract the attention of others to it, but quietly deposit it under the edge of your plate.
     If boiled eggs are brought on in the shell, egg cups should be provided, the small end of the egg should be placed in the cup, and an opening made at the top of the egg sufficiently large to admit a teaspoon.
     Spoons are sometimes used with firm puddings, but forks are better style.  A spoon should never be turned over in the mouth.
     One's teeth are never picked at the table; but if it is impossible to hinder it, it should be done behind the napkin.
     Let us mention a few things concerning the eating of which there is sometime doubt.  A cream-cake and anything of similar nature should be eaten with a knife and fork, never bitten.  Asparagus may be taken from the finger and thumb.  Pasty should be broken and eaten with a fork, never cut with a knife.  Raw oysters should be eaten with a fork, also fish.  However, food cannot be held with a fork should be eaten with a spoon.  Potatoes, if mashed, should be mashed with a fork.  Green corn should be eaten from the cob, held with a single hand only.
     Oranges are peeled and either cut or separated, or they may be cut crosswise and eaten with a spoon.
     Celery, cresses, olives, radishes, and relishes of that kind, are, of course, to be eaten with the fingers; the salt should be laid upon the plate, not upon the cloth.  Cut with the knife, but never put it in the mouth; the fork must always convey the food.
     Let the food be taken to the mouth, and not the mouth to the food.
     Fish is to be eaten with the fork, without the assistance of the knife; a bit of bread in the left hand sometimes helps one to master a refractory morsel.  Fresh fruit should be eaten with a silver bladed knife, especially pears, apples, etc.
     At the conclusion of a course, where they have been used, a knife and fork should be laid side by side across the middle of the plate - never crossed - with handles to the right.  The servant should offer everything at the left of the guest, that the guest may be at liberty to use the right hand, except water, which is poured at the right side.
     When you rise from your chair, leave it where it stands.

"Don'ts" For The Dining Room

Don't keep other people waiting; be there in time.
Don't lie back in your chair or place your elbows on the table.
Don't sit sideways, but straight to the table.
Don't seat yourself until all the ladies at the table are seated.
Don't bend your head for each mouthful.  Sit erect.
Don't cut your bread. Break if off.
Don't use your knife to carry food to your mouth.
Don't use your fork as if it were a pitchfork.
Don't make any noise with your mouth when eating.
Don't speak with your mouth full or even half full.
Don't begin a sentence before you have finished swallowing.
Don't drink a glassful at a gulp.
Don't have your elbows away from your body when eating or drinking.
Don't ever spit a bone or seed upon your plate or the floor.
Don't wipe your face with your napkin.  It is for the lips and beard only.
Don't forget to see that all the ladies are served before you.
Don't neglect the ladies to your left or right.
Don't look worried if a small accident should happen.
Don't leave your knife and fork on your plate when sent for a second supply.
Don't pile up all the dishes upon your plate when it is to be removed.
Don't come to the table half dressed, half washed, half combed.
Don't over eat.
Don't leave the table before the others unless unavoidable and then always asked to be excused.
Colin Browne
player, 335 posts
37/83 hp
AC 24/24/24
Wed 29 Jan 2020
at 04:21
  • msg #427

Re: The lone hunter- (Colin's thread)

In reply to Artemis (msg # 426):

Colin grunted and groaned through most of the lessons, but did not even dare to ignore them or not pay attention. When the lessons were done and the pair of them ready to leave, Colin gave a deep breath and nodded. "I suppose that it would be too much to ask for leniency for this punishment?", he quipped as he adjusted his necktie for the tenth time. He gave Amelia a warm smile, however, and presented his arm for her to be properly escorted. "I promise that I will do my best to remember not to make a fool of myself while we are at the party. If you deem this is the only way to get help, then I will suffer the slings and arrows of this party," he said.

Giving her a look over and admiring her, Colin dared a smile that hinted at something more than friendship. "You remind me of the emerald hills back home. Warm with the morning sun and glistening like gems from the dew," he said before his eyes went wide and he turned to avoid hers.
Artemis
GM, 2140 posts
Wed 5 Feb 2020
at 15:04
  • msg #428

Re: The lone hunter- (Colin's thread)

She looks surprised and then blushes prettily, breaking into a smile. Ah,if you use pretty words like that at the party we might just get what we want Mr. Browne, she says with a chuckle. Rich women love compliments. Although, it's safer to say all women love compliments. And...thank you, she adds, blush deepening. Thankfully you are soon off and you take a hansom cab to a massive estate just outside of the city. It's a monster of a house and there are other carriages outside, the horses bored and awaiting their masters' return. Couples are entering arm in arm and Amelia slips hers around yours as natural as though she belongs here. You struggle to remember your back story. Something about her father's assistant? Tobacco? You could really use a smoke right now, you're already uncomfortable. You get to the door and the servant there nods expectantly. Amelia gives you a nudge to introduce yourself and you manage alright before being swept into a large sitting room already bustling with couples. Aging women are stuffed into dresses that clearly don't belong on them, and thankfully there are some younger ones who do their gowns more service. There is more cleavage on display than you would have ever thought to see outside of a brothel save for a few more tasteful ladies. Apparently the wealthy love to show off more than just their jewelry, of which you also notice many extravagant pieces. The men are all clapping each other on the shoulders and looking relieved to see each other while the wives are chittering away like hens. Oh I hate these things, Amelia mutters under her breath before putting on her society smile you've seen so often. The doorman enters with you and makes the announcement. I would like to announce the arrival of Mr. Colin Browne and Miss Odell, here on request of the Styne family. All heads turn, no doubt wondering who these interlopers are and Amelia gives a graceful nod. Thankfully a stout, sturdy woman with a neckline up to her jaw strides forward. Ah. You must be the friends of my Jeremy, he told me to invite you, she gives a nod. Come, let us go somewhere more private. Would you care for a brandy Mr. Browne?

ooc: Roll a diplomacy for the night just to see how well you remember all the rules...
Artemis
GM, 2142 posts
Tue 11 Feb 2020
at 15:15
  • msg #429

Re: The lone hunter- (Colin's thread)

You try your hardest to remember everything Amelia taught you, but you do have a few minor blunders. Fortunately she discreetly corrects you so you are passably awkward throughout the introductions.

The stout woman, introduced as Mrs. Rebecca Styne, leads you both down the hall to a study, after whispering something to a servant who immediately announces dinner will be in twenty minutes. You find the privacy of the study infinitely preferable to the stuffiness of the rest of the place and when she pours you out a brandy you find it most comforting. Now, my husband will no doubt winkle us out soon enough and wonder why I'm meeting with complete strangers when I'm supposed to be hosting a dinner party. He's much more of a stickler for propriety than I. So make this quick. Why are you really here? I can tell from looking at him that you're not here for tobacco, she gestures to you. Amelia starts to answer but Rebecca holds up a hand to stop her. No no my dear. Not you. I'll hear it from him. You're too polished, too collected. The uncomfortable ones tend to be the most trustworthy I've found. Now, make it quick before we're interrupted. She pours you another brandy without asking. Amelia looks surprised by the bluntness of the woman but then again after all the society rules she's been drilling into your head, you figure this is not ordinary behavior for the upper crust.
Colin Browne
player, 336 posts
37/83 hp
AC 24/24/24
Sun 16 Feb 2020
at 23:19
  • msg #430

Re: The lone hunter- (Colin's thread)

Colin smiled when required and tried his best to make small talk, but he was almost relieved to be pulled aside by the hostess. He followed Amelia's lead for the most part and was somewhat surprised when he was addressed directly. He looked to Amelia again for confirmation but didn't actually wait for her to say anything. "I'm a Hunter. Kids are getting hurt and I'm here to stop it. I'm the muscle while she figures out what is hurting these kids," he states with little preamble.
Artemis
GM, 2144 posts
Tue 18 Feb 2020
at 14:40
  • msg #431

Re: The lone hunter- (Colin's thread)

Rebecca smiles knowingly as you speak and gives a nod. That doesn't surprise me at all. You look far more like a hunter than a tobacco statesman, she chuckles and Amelia blushes for your cover was her idea. Still, I see why you tried. My husband is a man of wealth and breeding. He does not offer our family's services lightly. He likes to be impressed. And though I am sympathetic to the plight of children, I really am, my husband will not risk his life nor our sons unless he sees some merit in it for our family. I know that sounds horrible, but it is the Styne way. When I married into them I was quite shocked at their mercenary ways but...a comfortable home and the respect of high society has dimmed my moral outrage somewhat. She sighs, eyeing the brandy wistfully.I'm afraid we cannot help you. There's simply no reason to. Amelia listens coldly, not surprised and you realize why a moment later. I am friends with one of your husband's nephews. He warned me you might be less than helpful. I am Amelia Kirk, I know you know of my father, Benjamin Kirk. If you think your family is of good stock, you're dogs compared to mine and I would be more than happy to remind your husband in front of his guests what real pedigree looks like. You think you're so well bred? So important? You're false, cheap imitations at best. She picks up your brandy glass and smirks. This, is glass. Not crystal. Your butler can't even make introductions correctly, he says everything out of order. Your dress is at least ten years out of season and your guests are laughably pathetic. Each one a frivoling, adoring dolt because they're under the misconception that your family is actually worth something. Pathetic. If you're going to place your precious pedigree over the lives of  children, at least do a good job of it. Frankly, I'm embarrassed for you. She gives a mean, amused smile at the now gaping woman. Now, I believe your family fancies itself connoisseurs of magic. If you lend me some of your brutish offspring and they actually prove useful, perhaps I could part with some actual information you could use. I believe you're in search of a certain book? Rebecca is purpling in rage by now, shaking with it. How dare you speak to me this way! I could have you both killed right now you know. Right this very second! Amelia merely chuckles at this. If you lift one of your worthless fingers against us, I'll show you just how superior I am. At this, Rebecca turns towards you, her face livid. Perhaps your man can attest to how powerful I am! she snarls. With that she gestures at you and your stomach immediately feels like it's being stabbed from within...

ooc: Roll a fort save please and post any reactions.
Colin Browne
player, 337 posts
83/83 hp
AC 24/24/24
Wed 19 Feb 2020
at 01:52
  • msg #432

Re: The lone hunter- (Colin's thread)

Colin felt the pain and immediately knew that he was not fully recovered. In any case, he tried to remain stoic and put on the same resoluteness that Amelia was showing. Colin also knew that he would not hit a woman, not a human one at least. Colin instead glared at the would be hostess. “Enough,” was all he said.

OOC: 20:45, Today: Colin Browne rolled 15 using 1d20+4.  Fort save.
Artemis
GM, 2146 posts
Thu 20 Feb 2020
at 15:22
  • msg #433

Re: The lone hunter- (Colin's thread)

Both Amelia and Rebecca look surprised at your reaction, but then no doubt the expectation was for you to keel over in pain. Amelia's expression morphs into a smirk of pride as you shake off the horrible sensation and a flash of worry crosses the other woman's face. You're lucky my companion is more lenient than I, Amelia nods to you. I've seen him best things far more powerful than a miserable worm like you. Try to hurt him again though and I'll send you through that window and that's a promise. Now, are you smart enough to take my offer? Just then though, the door opens and a graying man with a face hard as stone enters, looking irritated. There you are Rebecca! Our guests are waiting for dinner and you're here? He pauses then, seeing his wife's face. What is it? What's wrong? Get them Henry! They threatened me! Rebecca points at Amelia in particular. Amelia sees his face, sees his raised hand and barely manages to growl out a word you never thought would pass her lips before she's slammed against the wall by an invisible force. Shit!
Colin Browne
player, 338 posts
83/83 hp
AC 24/24/24
Wed 11 Mar 2020
at 23:27
  • msg #434

Re: The lone hunter- (Colin's thread)

Colin gave a cruel smile as he drew his knife and pounced at Rebecca. Rather than take her to the ground, he opted to go for a series of quick slashes to mark her neck and wrists. It was going to be a clear message, to compliment his resistance of the spell. He was not to be trifled with and he could kill both of them with very little effort. He glared at each of the would-be witch and warlock as he spoke in a low, menacing grumble. "Next time my blade finds an artery. Calm your shit now or I'll do it for you. Why do you think I was brought along?"

OOC: Melee Touch Attacks(Non-Damaging)
19:22, Today: Colin Browne rolled 22,9 using 1d20+13,1d20+5.  Touch Attacks vs Rebecca.

19:25, Today: Colin Browne rolled 17,10 using 1d20+6,2d6 with rolls of 11,6,4.  Intimidate Couple. Total Result with Action Point=23

Sorry! I thought I had posted!

Artemis
GM, 2154 posts
Fri 13 Mar 2020
at 14:46
  • msg #435

Re: The lone hunter- (Colin's thread)

Rebecca's eyes bulge in shock as you make your marks and she jerks back in fear. Amelia actually laughs, a wicked little laugh and the older woman glares at her hotly. Henry, though, looks furious, but just worried enough to pause his actions. I will let your woman live if you leave my wife be. What is the meaning of all this? You want money? You'll not get it.

No. You are the only ones here who care about that, Amelia sneers. Even at the expense of helpless children. Henry looks startled at the accusation but not as offended as one should be at such claims. She continues. We're hunters. And men of letters. We asked your wife for help and she refused us. Even for information on the book of the damned. She says the last sentence with great emphasis and you see him draw back slightly in surprise. Then, he does something unexpected. Rebecca, is this true? Did you deny them when they could-
You don't actually believe her do you?! Rebecca stammers. She's lying! She'd say anything to get what she wants. She insulted me Henry, she adds with a sniff.
I am Amelia Kirk, daughter of Benjamin Kirk. You know I would not lie. Henry considers for a moment, eyes you warily, and then lets her drop to the floor. She smooths her skirts carefully, as though she weren't pinned to the wall moments before.
What arrangement do you expect from me?
I won't deal with the likes of her present. Get her out. Your guests will wonder where you both are, she can go placate them. Something tells me it's all she's good at. Amelia nods to the now furious woman.
Do you hear how she talks to me Henry? No! Don't you- He cuts her off then.
Enough Rebecca! You have jeopardized this family enough with your rudeness! Now go! She gives a little gasp, but leaves in a huff. Henry sighs and gestures for you to sit down. Amelia though, shakes her head. We'd rather stand thank you. I wouldn't put it past your wife to try something stupid. Now, I have need of your services. You have many sons do you not? Powerful ones, or so I've been told. I'll need as many as you can spare. I don't know exactly what we face, but I'm sure there will be plenty of demons.
And you would have me risk my family for your cause?
Do you want the book, or not?
Why would you give up such an asset? How can I trust you? he demands, still looking at you as though you'll jump at him any second.
I put the lives of children ahead of power. Something you would never understand I suppose. And I don't have the book myself. I know who does though. Getting it from them will be your problem.
I could force you, you know, he says quietly. Make you tell me.
You could try, she smirks. But you can't take us both on. You were the fool who sent your wife out. Now it's two against one and my dear Collin here is not to be trifled with. Neither am I. I'm not leaving this room without a blood transaction. There's no other way I can trust you. So, decide now. Are you going to deal with me? Or should I sic my man on you now and save time?
I'll require a blood transaction from him too, he says at last, nodding at you. Can't have him slitting my throat when all is done eh? Amelia pauses at this, turning to look at you. A blood transaction is a serious thing Collin. It requires you to fulfill your contract. Cross road demons use a higher form of it to fulfill their promises, but this is no less binding. It would mean absolute obedience to the terms. And if you should die, your nearest blood relation would find themselves compelled to fulfill the task. It is a very serious thing. You do not have to do this.
Colin Browne
player, 340 posts
83/83 hp
AC 24/24/24
Sun 22 Mar 2020
at 01:57
  • msg #436

Re: The lone hunter- (Colin's thread)

Colin looked over the transaction between the two in silence. He knew he was out of his depth in these negotiations and elected to let Amelia do her thing. The Irishman fidgeted as the talk turned serious. As their host turned to him and implied that Colin might be treacherous, Colin sneered. "We came here for help. Your wife attacked me, but I did nothing. She attacked again and tricked you into doing the same, but still, I elected restraint. I even chose to mark her in places that could be easily covered up so she could save face for her guests. Now, you dare say that I could be the one that is untrustworthy?"
Artemis
GM, 2159 posts
Wed 8 Apr 2020
at 18:22
  • msg #437

Re: The lone hunter- (Colin's thread)

I am not fool enough to trust any stranger just because they let my wife live. Sparing her now means nothing for your future actions. But, since you're obviously as mistrustful of myself as I am you, how about I let you write the terms? The only things I require is a promise not to betray my family and to give the information as promised. Is that so hard? Something about him makes you less than trustful and Amelia frowns. No. We both will write it. Colin, and I. And I'm going to make it very plain that once our transaction is through, we will be perfectly at liberty to go after you if you do anything we dislike. As for Colin, IF he chooses, his only involvement in this will be limited to not laying a hand against your family unless they prove a threat to him or others. Would that satisfy? Or shall I offer someone else such a deal? Surely your family isn't the only one who would benefit from the book... Henry scowls but after a glance at you, finally nods. With a smirk, Amelia requests paper and starts to write furiously. You have a feeling she's done this before, for she does not hesitate as the pen flows without hesitation. The thing about blood contracts, Colin, is if you don't word them ever so carefully, a number of loopholes could come back to haunt you quite nastily. There's a reason why only the very best are chosen to become crossroad demons. I swear they must have been lawyers in life, they're so slippery sometimes. At any rate, my father excels in these. It's one of the things he taught me to do well. After all, the nature of the pact is the next of kin fulfills them if you can't. He has never been keen on paying for my mistakes. Now, you have a chance to back out of this if you wish Colin, though I do feel confident that you will be protected. I have it written that we may not harm them for the duration of this venture, unless they prove a threat to ourselves or innocent lives. Does this satisfy you?
Colin Browne
player, 341 posts
83/83 hp
AC 24/24/24
Thu 16 Apr 2020
at 17:39
  • msg #438

Re: The lone hunter- (Colin's thread)

Colin looked at the warlock with a hard stare before he proffered a hand to Amelia for the blood contract. His face was determined as he stared the would-be noble down. Colin broke away from his stare down and gave Amelia his hand. "I trust you," he said as he placed every ounce of sincerity he could into those three words. He tried to make sure he didn't betray the feelings they had and show weakness in front of the other man.
Artemis
GM, 2162 posts
Tue 5 May 2020
at 16:57
  • msg #439

Re: The lone hunter- (Colin's thread)

Amelia gives you a pleased smile and as she finishes the contract, she lightly knicks your hand and dips a pen in the blood, offering it to you to sign after doing the same to herself. Henry watches on, scrutinizing every word before giving a satisfied nod. You really are good at this. Alright, it seems fair enough. How many of my men do you need? he sighs. As many as you can give. she answers matter of factly. We'll be facing demons and who knows what else. You'd better have them come prepared. We go tomorrow night. I'll need time to make some preparations. Do you know the Barrington hotel? He nods and she tells him to meet you there tomorrow night at ten o'clock. Alright then. We have an accord. Now, I trust you won't mind leaving my dinner party? I think we've had enough of your company for one night, he says with a sneer towards you, no doubt thinking of your actions against his wife. Amelia smiles, amused. Of course. We'll see ourselves out.

Soon you find yourselves outside again and she gestures for a hansom cab, looking rather pleased. You're just relieved to be out of that stuffy house. Well, that went quicker than I thought it would. Nasty little family don't you agree? But I for one did not buy this dress and train you in manners just to waste it. I think we ought to find the nicest restaurant this city has to offer, enjoy ourselves for one night. After all, who knows what waits for us tomorrow. Truthfully, I'm worried. I just hope the Steins can provide as much help as I was told. Who knows what we're getting into. But that's what I hope to find out tonight after dinner. We need to scout around, see if we can find where they're keeping the children.
Colin Browne
player, 344 posts
83/83 hp
AC 24/24/24
Thu 18 Feb 2021
at 15:08
  • msg #440

Re: The lone hunter- (Colin's thread)

Colin looked at his wounded hand and shook away the slight bit of pain there. The events of the last few hours passed by him in a blur, not sure if he was in a fever dream or some sort of night terror before his focus narrowed back in on Amelia and her words. He smiled at her words of encouragement and degradation of the rude family. "Best we enjoy the evening while we can. Not every day you might get to choose your last meal," he said with a bit of dry wit.
Artemis
GM, 2280 posts
Thu 25 Feb 2021
at 20:41
  • msg #441

Re: The lone hunter- (Colin's thread)

Indeed, though let's hope it's not that, she shakes her head. In either case though, I'm getting dessert.

The rest of the evening is surprisingly pleasant. Amelia has no trouble finding the best establishment in the city and she's even able to get you in without a reservation. The restaurant itself is French and the menu is....extensive. There are about seventy selections available and all in French too. She giddily translates, should you need it, and it's amusing to see how happy she is. Too often she has little reason to smile, so a relaxing dinner is more than a nice change of pace.

The dinner itself is served in courses. Eight of them! It makes your head spin how much food there is, and she hastily informs you there is no need to eat all of it. The food itself is wonderful, albeit far fancier than you tend towards. Most need explanations and she cheerily provides them for you. One thing you do appreciate, is how much alcohol there is at least. She declines herself but there is just about every manner of drink a person could hope for at the ready. During all this, you see several other couples and groups, all dressed to the nines and enjoying themselves immensely. Such a different world than you're used to, and its hard not to be cynical. That said, you very well could die tomorrow, and Amelia is enjoying herself so it is hard to burst that bubble.

As you make your way through the courses you find yourself people watching. There is a lively string quartet too and even dancing, several women dragging reluctant men onto the floor. It is certainly entertaining to watch everything if nothing else. And the food and drink are more than satisfying.

ooc: Ok, let me know how Colin wants to handle his evening. Does he get drunk? Does he like the food, hate the food, etc and let me know any preparatory things you want to do the rest of the night/the next day. You're gearing up for a run on the warehouse where the children are supposedly kept so let me know any prep you might want. Also, to save time for me, go ahead and make a few rolls now if you would please. A spot, move silently, hide and listen. Then I can move things along easily when you're ready.
Colin Browne
player, 345 posts
83/83 hp
AC 24/24/24
Mon 29 Mar 2021
at 15:02
  • msg #442

Re: The lone hunter- (Colin's thread)

Colin followed Amelia's cues for the evening. While the possibility of death loomed large for a hunter at nearly every waking, and even non-waking, hours, he could not force himself to disappoint the woman in front of him. As headstrong and frustrating as he was, Colin could not dare to dream of disappointing her. Still, habit is a hard demon to shake and Colin found himself more in his cups than he thought he would be. Not for lack of trying but several glasses of wine and spirits made him pleasantly buzzed.

He wasn't sure what bug had bitten him and caused him to do his next action, but Colin was thankful that it had snuck up on him, lest he lose his nerve. When the time was right and he had a moment, Colin stood, on somewhat shaky legs, and proffered his hand in a cordial bow that belied his inebriation. "A few dances ta finish the evening?", he asked. He had the cocky, self-assured grin on his face that had been his trademark and bane with Amelia since they had first met. His rakish charm seemed to have worked wonders to improve her mood, just as her prudish cordiality had tempered his. They were of hot iron and cool water. Required to be together to forge the strongest steels.

10:49, Today: Colin Browne rolled 9,34,19,4 using 1d20+4,1d20+18,1d20+13,1d20+1.  spot, move silently, hide and listen. – 9,34,19,4
Artemis
GM, 2287 posts
Sun 11 Apr 2021
at 04:19
  • msg #443

Re: The lone hunter- (Colin's thread)

Amelia looks surprised at your offer, then, a slow smile spreads on her beautiful face, her cheeks coloring charmingly. You lead her to the dance floor, trying to remember the steps to the waltz. Thank goodness it's a relatively simple dance, and if you make a misstep she artfully sidesteps it. She's clearly danced many times, and though she lets you lead, she makes it easy to do so, anticipating your moves even when you're unsure of them. It's more enjoyable than you'd expected, and you're not sure if it's because you're slightly buzzed or because of the woman in your arms. She's so close you can smell the soap in her hair, something with lavender, from what you can tell. She speaks little, just short, pleasant comments here and there but mostly staying silent. Still, there is always a rosiness to her cheeks, a smile on her lips, and she looks genuinely, beautifully, happy. It's a relief, a balm, to know that, no matter what happens tomorrow, you have given her a wonderful night.

At last, the night draws to a close. The food, the dancing, the dessert, everything was perfect, and as you say goodnight at each other's hotel rooms, it is very late indeed. Consequently, you sleep in late, the next day. Amelia, surprisingly has done the same, very unlike her. Still, considering what's ahead of you, perhaps it's best that you're both well rested.

The rest of the day is spent in preparation for that night. The docks. You are meeting the Stynes there that night. The warehouses there are supposed to hold the children and if the information you got from the shifter weeks ago was right, this is where everything is going down. This is where you will make your stand and free them. Provided you don't die. That possibility seems to hang heavy in the air. You can see it in Amelia's eyes as she goes over the plans with you, the tightness there, the worry. Whatever happens, it's going to be hard. Harder than anything the two of you have faced together. That said, she hands you a necklace of sorts, a talisman hung on a black cord. I've been working on this. she explains, the silver wrought symbol strangely warm in your hand. It's not perfect, but it should help protect you some. Something tells me you'll need it.

Eventually night falls and you both make your way to the docks, silent and tense as you think about what lies before you. The moon is heavy and full in the sky, the spring night warmer than usual. There are three big warehouses before you, and they look quiet and still from what you can tell. Alright, the Stynes should be here somewhere. You and I need to stick together. They can't harm us, with the blood oath, but still. Don't trust them if you can help it. And....please. Be so careful, Colin.

Well, well, well, looks like you showed up after all a voice from behind a building says smugly as a massive man saunters up to you. He's 6'6 at the very least, and thick as granite. The building he has emerged from behind is not one of the warehouses, they are still a stone's throw away, but it's close enough to put you on edge. You also see, trailing behind him, nine other men, most of them near his size and build and all of them dangerous looking. You're Stynes, I presume? Amelia sounds unruffled by their menacing appearance, but she had unconsciously stepped nearer to you at the sight of them. Thankfully, the brute gives a nod in the affirmative. My father says to do what you want tonight, so this is your lucky day folks. Now, who are we killing and where are they? He grins, his white teeth gleaming in the moonlight.

ooc: Ok, the talisman will give you a +2 to your AC and take away -5 to any damage you take that's more than 15. So we'll both have to try to remember that from here on out! ;P
Colin Browne
player, 349 posts
83/83 hp
AC 24/24/24
Fri 8 Oct 2021
at 21:50
  • msg #444

Re: The lone hunter- (Colin's thread)

ooc: Artemis here, posting Colin's thread he wrote. I'll be adding to it in the near future but I wanted to lay this groundwork first! Well done Colin!

ic:

Colin gave a look over the massive warehouses, taking a deep breath as he steadied himself over what was likely to be a very long and deadly night. His thoughts raced to the evening that he had just experienced. Colin felt his heart sink as he realized that he might never have a night like this again. But now was no time for doubts and unanswered questions. A steel resolve settled in his heart, only softened as he stole a smile from Amelia in a brief glance. The moment gone, Colin drew his blades and proceeded to look at the Stynes. “Alright, boyos, here is the plan. This place is likely littered with unsavories. I’m going in and taking out as many as I can quietly. Once you hear the ruckus start, time to get yer asses on the dance floor,” he said and gave Amelia a nod.

Not wanting to linger any longer than he had to, Colin looked to the closest of the warehouses and made his way towards it. He could smell the salt air blowing in off the bay. It reminded him of home and how he was going to see the Emerald Isle again. He made a quick sign of the cross before ducking through a door that was slightly open, ensuring he made the barest whisper of noise as the night of his life began in earnest.

It was not too long before he encountered his first spot of trouble. A pair of men stood guard to a door that looked like it would lead further into the warehouse. Colin could see no way to get around them without killing them, but he also had no clear way to approach them without being seen. Looking around, he noticed a small mouse hole and had an idea. Taking a coin from his pocket, Colin tossed it towards the hole and the noise it made must have caught the attention of the guards. He could hear low voices talking about the rats, but he didn’t hear the guards moving. A few more moments told him that the guards were not going to be that easy.

Feeling the adrenaline coursing through his veins, Colin rushed around the corner, throwing his first knife in an effort to distract the man of the left. His second blade whipped out as he bullrushed the man on the right. Colin sent the blade straight into the man’s kidney, the pain too much for the man to even cry out. Colin was not as lucky with the second man. He whirled in time to see the small pistol, maybe a derringer, come up and fire. For such a small gun, the echo was loud. Pain hit Colin in the leg, though he thought it might have been less thanks to Amelia’s amulet. Colin gritted his teeth and cursed under his breath as he heard shouts coming from the other side of the door. The fight in the hall was not over as Colin moved to engage the man again. In less than thirty seconds, the man was on the floor, bleeding from several stabs and cuts, a particularly deep one in the side of his neck that welled blood like a stream. Colin could feel the shot in his leg, likely hitting bone. The right hook of the man had not helped either.

Colin felt his hand shaking as he regarded his situation. Both sides had likely heard the gunshot. He hoped the Stynes and Amelia had, at least. Now there was nothing to do but play for time until reinforcements arrived. Retrieving his knives, Colin rushed through the now unguarded door. There he came face to face with a half dozen men and women. Cursing again, Colin dove for a nearby crate for cover as pistols and weapons came out. The barking of a revolver told him that at least one of the enemy had a firearms, but the lack of follow up shots meant that they were likely conserving ammunition. Either they were smart or playing with him. Either was not a good option. He heard movement come from around the crate as a club the size of a small tree smashed into his shoulder. Wood splinters flew as the crate caved in and Colin saw the horror of a child’s body. As the goon with the club recovered, Colin saw that this warehouse must have been filled to capacity with the same size crates.

Rage overtook him as the goon sized him up for another go. Colin easily ducked the expected swing and tore a gash through the man’s abs. It wasn’t enough to take the brute down, however, and Colin was force to retreat a few steps or take another club to the body. More of the goons began to surround him, one with a pistol leveled but not firing. He heard a softer, feminine voice speak up and suddenly felt the familiar vice-like grip of magic around his throat, hauling him up. “Of course it’s a Hunter. They always seem to come running when we have important work to do. Finish him quickly and return to your posts. Tonight’s ritual cannot be interrupted,” the voice said as it moved away, Colin never laying eyes on the speaker.

Colin flew into the nearby wall as the magic released him. He rubbed at his neck as he stood, his wounded leg screaming in pain and what felt like a dislocated finger throbbing from the throw. The remaining goons grinned at Colin as they closed like coyotes around a cornered cat. Colin snarled his defiance and was just about to rush the group of attackers when a fist the size of a ham hock impacted the lead goon, knocking teeth out and seeing the man crumple to the ground.  The big, lead Styne that he had seen before stomped on the man’s windpipe, crushing it, as the other goons were dispatched by the remaining Stynes. Weapons were drawn and pistols were out now.

The fighting was a blur. Colin moved from cover to cover, throwing knives and using pistols. He was shot twice more, once in the bicep and another grazing shot that clipped his ear, tearing away half. Over a dozen club blows wracked his body with pain. Cuts from machetes and daggers crisscrossed his forearms and shoulders where he had taken blows to avoid being gutted. They had underestimated the fight ahead. More it seemed piled into the melee as it raged. In total, Colin thought there were the better part of three score cultists and goons. The Stynes were fighters though, through and through. Each of them were worth half a dozen or more. They fought like wildmen. Each time a Styne fell, his brothers and kin would roar and redouble the fighting.

Colin had seen Amelia through the fighting, using her magic to combat what could only be the leader. A slender woman of some exotic birth that battled the magic with her own. Colin could see the spells and arcane forces clash and light up with eldritch beauty that reminded him of the rare nights when you could see the sky light up with colors. Colin could do nothing to help. He was too busy trying to keep more of the goons from overtaking the Stynes. The battle lasted far longer than Colin could keep track of. Blood washed over the floor of the warehouse and Colin felt the unease of his recent history when he glanced at it.

When the main fighting was over, only three of the Stynes remained upright, including the leader. Blood covered all of the survivors like they worked in a butcher’s. Those that lay scattered across the ground were not all dead. Some were simply dying. He was sure that the toll here would be felt on both sides for decades to come. The Stynes immediately began to see to their own, helping those they could while Amelia remained locked it mortal combat with the leader of the cult.

That was when he saw it. The tell tale sign of soulless eyes of a demon possessing a human. Limping forward, Colin only briefly saw the majesty of the fight when he felt the grip of magic and was pulled forward to the demon. His body wracked with pain and the demon, its true voice finally coming forward, taunted Amelia. He could see the fear in her eyes. See the thoughts racing through her mind as she hesitated. That was when Colin knew he had to make the choice for her. She saw it too but was too late as Colin whipped his enchanted blade around and heard the grunt of pain as it impacted. He knew it wouldn’t kill the demon. He only needed it to be distracted. He thought he was successful as he felt unbearable pain following the feeling of his body being pulled in two different directions.

Colin was vaguely aware as his consciousness faded that his right leg no longer hurt. He was feeling cold but as the blackness engulfed him, he saw Amelia expel the demon in a final blast of magic. He had done it. He had given her the opening. He had done his best as a Hunter and that left a smile on his face as he slumped over.
This message was last edited by the player at 05:31, Thu 14 Oct 2021.
Artemis
GM, 2329 posts
Tue 12 Oct 2021
at 22:19
  • msg #445

Re: The lone hunter- (Colin's thread)

There is nothing but blackness. Emptiness, void, and you're acutely aware of how long this oblivion feels. Just your consciousness, hanging like some frozen thing, waiting to melt. Then, finally, you wake. You're sitting in a comfortable leather chair, a crackling fire before you. Rain beats on the window panes outside, running down the glass in streaks as the cozy room ignores the elements. The room itself is dark, lit only by the light of the flames and a few oil lamps throughout. The wooden floors are worn but cared for, and across the room are shelves of books, dozens of them, along with neatly discarded items, tucked away in their places. A fishing rod in the corner, a stack of paper and pen on a desk, scribbled with your familiar handwriting. On a side table next to you is a generous glass of scotch, a plate of delectable yet hearty food beside it. You realize now that a quilt lays on your lap, a book open over that, as though you'd been asleep until now. It takes a long, staggering moment before you realize exactly what it is you're seeing. And then your breath catches. You're dead. There isn't a doubt in your mind. This place is familiar, and you know exactly why. You've pictured it in your mind since you were a child, even if the versions morphed slightly through the years. Home. A place of warmth and belonging, a place you never had. From your first memories of shivering on the street as the snow fell lightly over Dublin, to more recent years as you hunted alone, blood from some demon or shifter soaking your hands after some long, painful ordeal that seemed to take another piece of your soul with it. You'd thought about this place all the more, since you'd met Amelia. A home, safe and quiet and warm. A home to be happy in, to laze about in front of the fire, a home you could share with someone. Maybe even...but no. Amelia's not here. No one is. Just you, and the rain and the fire.

Years go by. You don't know how, as time never seems to move in this place, but your soul feels every day, every second that passes. You can't leave. There's nowhere to go, and you don't really want to anyway. This is what was always meant for you. Peace that you never thought you'd find. And a part of you is happy. Content. But when you doze off in your chair it is a flash of deep blue eyes you see. Of blonde hair, falling over familiar shoulders. It is a voice that you hear in your dreams, an ache for a woman you'll never see again. Words that were never really said, opportunities never truly taken. And in those moments, as you wake beside your familiar fire, your heart like a great weight in your chest and the remnants of her on your thoughts, that you think perhaps this isn't really heaven at all. Perhaps this must be hell.

Time passes by. Your fingers hold the amulet that Amelia gave you, for somehow, it's still around your neck. The only thing, along with your dreams, that you have left of the woman.

More time trickles by. You sleep, and read, eat and drink, the rain relentless outside as you go day to day in this strange heaven of yours.

Then it happens. A knock at the door. You're so surprised by the sound that at first, you think you must be dreaming again. But no. The knocking repeats, louder this time. You stand, bewildered, as you put your book down on your chair and cross the room. Heart pounding for some reason, you open the door and freeze as the world seems to stand still. Soaked to the skin and wearing a stunning, albeit wet, red dress, is Amelia. She looks just as you remembered her, a literal lifetime ago, save her usually perfect hair is streaming down her shoulders, the pale locks wet as the rest of her. Her eyes though, her eyes are as vast and deep and intoxicating as they ever were. More so. You stand there, staring, the realization of what this must mean slowly worming into your brain. But it doesn't matter, she doesn't give you a chance to think of what to say, how to react. She just smiles, steps inside and presses her still dripping body against yours as she takes your face in her hands. Colin, she breathes, looking up at you. Then, she kisses you as though it's been a lifetime for her too. A fierce, passionate kiss you never would have expected from your prim and proper companion so long ago. You kiss her back, hands going to her waist, the first human touch you've felt since you died so long ago, and as you feel warmth coursing through your veins, your body, your heart, you can't help but think that, perhaps...perhaps this is heaven, after all.
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