A Cold Dark Room.   Posted by Game Thread.Group: archive A
Game Thread
 NPC, 19 posts
Wed 21 Jan 2015
at 18:15
A Cold Dark Room
An Undetermined Time Later

Thick coppery vitae poured into the mouth of the Gangrel Hero of Cleveland. It felt old, powerful and addictive. It felt wrong and rejuvenating at the same time.

Eyes opened to a cold dark room. Arms and legs strapped down on a metal gurney. Hungry and beaten, Yngvi saw his captor standing above him with an open wrist. It was Howser, the Invictus Knight who had wrecked havoc on the Deputy.


OOC: You regain 1 Vitae and awaken. Roll to resist hunger Frenzy. Also make a Wits + Composure roll.


This message was last edited by the player at 18:36, Wed 21 Jan 2015.

Yngvi
 player, 330 posts
 Court Deputy
 Circle of the Crone
Thu 22 Jan 2015
at 02:11
Re: A Cold Dark Room
OOC: Clan bane caps dice pool at 5. 21:03, Wed 21 Jan 2015: Yngvi rolled 1 success using 5d10 with the World of Darkness nWoD system with a target of 8, rerolling 10s ((3,9,1,3,3)). Staving off frenzy. For now.

21:04, Wed 21 Jan 2015: Yngvi rolled 2 successes using 7d10 with the World of Darkness nWoD system with a target of 8, rerolling 10s ((8,7,2,10(+7),3,6,1))


The corpse of Yngvi Sjölund gazed emptily upward into the face of the Ventrue elder with unseeing bloodshot eyes, Vitae oozing slowly into its parted mouth. The cracked lips, framed with blood-crusted hair, seemed to move ever so slightly--and then the thing on the table awoke. The broken retinas seemed to bleed anew, eyes clouding with red mist. The pale, unwashed skin of his face suddenly tightened, skin stretching taut across a mask of sharp bone. His lips retracted, stained ivory teeth and razor fangs bared. Yngvi was very, very hungry, and in his hunger he could not hide what he was: a monster that stalked the living and the dead alike.

Howser could not distinguish between pupil and iris in those red eyes, but he knew they were looking at him.
Howser
 NPC, 7 posts
Thu 22 Jan 2015
at 04:43
Re: A Cold Dark Room
Howser stepped back from the table, not out of fear, but almost in giving the creature it's own space. His face was intact, the power of the blood knitting itself back to it true appearance. He looked back down to Yngvi and spoke.

"Mr. Sjölund, it has been a long time since we've spoke." The voice was different. It was still in the tenor of the brutish Knight, but the tone, accent and inflection, were all different.

The Deputy didn't quite recognize how it was different, but he had remembered the way the Knight had spoken to him in the street and this voice just didn't match that one.

"I had plans and hopes for you before I.... went away. How far you have fallen, living among the witches as their little pet."

OOC: It appears you are in an old morgue or mortuary. It looks to have been abandoned a long time ago. The straps and chains holding you down look and feel as if they had been tested against Vigor infused vampires. In between sentences, you think you hear footsteps out in the hallway, leading away from the room.

This message was last updated by the player at 04:43, Thu 22 Jan 2015.

Yngvi
 player, 331 posts
 Court Deputy
 Circle of the Crone
Thu 22 Jan 2015
at 10:35
Re: A Cold Dark Room
Muscle and tendon flexed in his neck to follow Howser's body as it retreated, still visible as Yngvi's grievous wounds had not healed. His lips, peeled back in a rictus grimace, squirmed as if to form words. A hiss of breath escaped between his bared teeth as he watched Howser with blood-red eyes. "Who speaks?" he asked, voice ragged and grating as his vocal cords ground together within his throat, which had been partially bisected by a sword blade.
Howser
 NPC, 8 posts
Thu 22 Jan 2015
at 16:46
Re: A Cold Dark Room
The Ventrue walked around the table, circling like a predator waiting to strike. He stopped close to the Gangrel's face, leaning in as he spoke.

"You don't recognize the voice of your Prince?" When he spoke those words, the recognition did finally click in Yngvi's mind. The tone, cadence and style was truly that of the former Prince of Cleveland; Lucia Velos. Her voice spoken through the baritone chords of the Knight was disturbing, but unmistakeable as the former ruler of the city.

"I apologize Mr. Sjölund. We go back so far, when I invited you to my city, only to have you betray me. I thought you would recognize me through my speaker." The mouth-piece of the Prince circled the prone Gangrel once more before continuing. "Did you think I was dead?"

This message was last edited by the player at 16:48, Thu 22 Jan 2015.

Yngvi
 player, 334 posts
 Court Deputy
 Circle of the Crone
Thu 22 Jan 2015
at 21:28
Re: A Cold Dark Room
OOC: Was anyone told the Prince had died in the Purge?
Storyteller
 GM, 377 posts
Thu 22 Jan 2015
at 22:39
Re: A Cold Dark Room
OOC: Yes, it was a celebrated victory, with the Mayor's Scourge claiming the kill.
Yngvi
 player, 335 posts
 Court Deputy
 Circle of the Crone
Fri 23 Jan 2015
at 02:03
Re: A Cold Dark Room
The corpse on the table stared at the speaker, one eye closing ever so slightly in appraisal of the situation. He did, actually. The Puck had claimed the kill during the Purge. But then Lucia Velos was smart enough to know that. She'd had fifteen years to gather her strength and probe her enemy's weaknesses, and Yngvi could be confident that she had done just that. So her question was merely rhetorical. Of course the city thought her dead. So what had he missed? And why had they brought him back, after all of Howser's childish threats and hopeless charms? The tactile satisfaction of torture? Some cockamamie plan to brainwash him into a sleeper agent? Or did the deposed queen bitch of Cleveland actually know something useful?

"Why?" he croaked, feeling the tissues tearing.
Howser
 NPC, 9 posts
Fri 23 Jan 2015
at 05:40
Re: A Cold Dark Room
"Why am I not dead" The woman speaking through the hulking man continued, "Because I am old. I am Ventrue and most importantly I am a Prince of the First Estate."

The large man circled the table once more, stopping to look back down at his prisoner. "But, I assume you are asking, why you have not met the Final Death. Well, my dear deputy; I have kept you 'alive' so that I can enlighten you. To open your eyes to the fact that your Mayor's little experiment is soon coming to an end."

There was just a slight pause, then "Don't you want to be on the winning side for once in you unlife?"
Yngvi
 player, 336 posts
 Court Deputy
 Circle of the Crone
Fri 23 Jan 2015
at 10:45
Re: A Cold Dark Room
Now this was interesting. The corpse on the table sucked in a breath. "Rosey. Revenants. The ghoul hit squad. Are they yours?" he asked. In the end, Yngvi suspected he had very little choice as to serving the 'winning' side. If Velos could puppet something as big, dumb, and reckless as Howser without difficulty, it would be a simple matter for her to exert her Blood's power over his own self. He could see what was coming. A part of him wanted to sneer in her face and die with some semblance of honor, but the survivor in him had not endured two hundred and five years to end on a table in an abandoned morgue.
Howser
 NPC, 10 posts
Fri 23 Jan 2015
at 16:02
Re: A Cold Dark Room
Howser's face became a mask of rage, hissing out "What's mine is this city. What's mine is the domain I lost to that traitor who sits on my throne. What's mine is revenge." The Ventrue's face snapped back under control as he walked around the table again, leaving his back to the Gangrel.

"The tools I use to obtain what is rightfully mine, they will have a place in my court. They will have domains of there own, title and power." He turned back around. "Our time is now Deputy. Your Mayor's time is over."
Yngvi
 player, 337 posts
 Court Deputy
 Circle of the Crone
Fri 23 Jan 2015
at 16:42
Re: A Cold Dark Room
Yngvi, strapped down on an operating table and helpless in the face of a vengeful Prince--present only by proxy in the shape of another Ventrue elder--bowed his head, disheveled and blood-crusted hair hanging in a face disfigured with unholy hunger. The Beast inside him was clawing to get out, but there was nowhere for it to run. In all his existence, Yngvi Sjölund had never been penned nor chained, and the notion of being held prisoner triggered an almost pathological rage in him. "Do what you will," he rasped, his mouth a long-toothed rictus. If Velos had intended to kill him, he would never have awoken from his torpor. What they would force upon him next, however, was uncertain.
Wendel
 NPC, 2 posts
 Gangrel Elder
 Tip of the Spear
Sun 25 Jan 2015
at 00:17
Re: A Cold Dark Room
"I didn't expect you, the Hero of Cleveland to give up without a fight." The Prince said through her Speaker. "Perhaps you need a reminder of who you are, who you were; Warrior."

Almost immediately, as soon as he could hear the footsteps in the hallway begin to walk his way, he felt it. The bond, the oath of blood he had made so long ago. The compulsion was long over but Yngvi still felt the smallest of recognitions. It called out to his blood, reminding his Beast of its past devotion.

"My hound. My Yngvi; have you given up the fight for your existence?" The voice was from his past, from a time before the Mayor, before the revolution and the purge. It was a voice, thick with a French accent.

The man walked up to the Ventrue Knight, placing his hand on the brute's shoulder. "We have need for you yet, young wolf."
Yngvi
 player, 340 posts
 Court Deputy
 Circle of the Crone
Sun 25 Jan 2015
at 00:30
Re: A Cold Dark Room
Even across one hundred and fifty-nine years of time and space, Yngvi knew the voice deep in his blood. The Crone had held Montreal long before the First Estate dared to cross the seas into the new world, and together they had held it against the upstarts that dared to encroach on the lands of the true lords of the north. For seven long years he had served under Wendel, and for seven years they fought the Invictus with tooth and claw. He hadn't seen the Gangrel elder since 1856, when he left Montreal in the hands of his regnant. It was thirty-three years later when he'd heard the Invictus finally took the city back--and then killed his sire.

Yngvi's mouth was agape in disbelief. "They killed you," he uttered. "They took the city from you. They burned her while she slept. They slaughtered my kin. Why--" he rasped, "how do you stand with them?"
Wendel
 NPC, 3 posts
 Gangrel Elder
 Tip of the Spear
Sun 25 Jan 2015
at 00:41
Re: A Cold Dark Room
"Don't be so naive, Hound." His face hadn't changed since the last time he had seen the Gangrel Elder. "Things change. Kindred adapt. Did I not teach you anything about survival?"

"The Crone was so flawed in her teachings Yngvi. She was short sighted and blasphemous. That is why she fell. Why the Invictus and the Second Estate reclaimed what was rightfully theirs." Wendel was never one to preach when the Deputy knew him. He was a warrior a servant of the Crone. What he was now, seemed so distant from who he was.

"Can't you see the same things happening here. How your Mayor's little experiment has failed?" The Elder walked around the table, bending closer to whisper in his former Hounds ear. "Where is your Pagan Gods now; while you await punishment or salvation?"

This message was last edited by the player at 00:42, Sun 25 Jan 2015.

Yngvi
 player, 341 posts
 Court Deputy
 Circle of the Crone
Sun 25 Jan 2015
at 01:10
Re: A Cold Dark Room
"What have they done to you?"

Yngvi stared, the incredulity somehow apparent in his blood-red eyes, at the elder to whom he was once bonded. His sire fell because the enemy sent a pack of ghouls to torch her cairn while she slept. They stole territory long owned by the Crone, put his people to the sword, burned their havens and temples. And now they had raped the soul of an elder he was once proud to serve. "Did you lose your fangs when they took your soul?"
Wendel
 NPC, 4 posts
 Gangrel Elder
 Tip of the Spear
Sun 25 Jan 2015
at 02:19
Re: A Cold Dark Room
"They are both very much intact, my friend." He lifted his head back away from Yngvi's face. "They. They haven't done anything except to show me the truth. The truth of our condition and the path to redemption." He just looked back towards Howser, who stood near the table watching the interaction.

"But; I'm not here to preach to you, your mind isn't prepared for that kind of enlightenment. No. I'm here to reclaim something that was once mine." A talon became visible as Wendel cut open his palm, holding up above Yngvi's face. He looked back to the Ventrue, who suddenly appeared different. His stance changed and his walk returned back to the powerful gate of a warrior.

He walked up to the table and caught the eyes of the Deputy as he stared up at the lifeblood pooled up and about to drop on his lips.

"Stay until you're released!"

OOC: Howser rolled 3 successes using 9d10 with the World of Darkness nWoD system with a target of 8, rerolling 10s with rolls of 3,5,6,10(+7),8,1,5,6,9. Mesmerize vs. Resolve + BP
Yngvi
 player, 342 posts
 Court Deputy
 Circle of the Crone
Sun 25 Jan 2015
at 02:53
Re: A Cold Dark Room
OOC: 21:50, Today: Yngvi rolled 2 successes using 5d10 with the World of Darkness nWoD system with a target of 8, rerolling 10s with rolls of 3,8,9,6,7. Resolve+BP. Couldn't keep it up forever.

The young wolf opened his mouth, pale dead lips peeling back over the long ivory teeth and sickly red-purple gums. He felt something inside, a voice crying in protest. But it made no sense. How could he refuse the nourishment he so desperately needed? How could he disobey the wisdom of the ones feeding him? His red eyes blazed ever more fiercely as the Vitae pooled, reaching its tantalizing critical mass before oozing into his maw.
Storyteller
 GM, 390 posts
Sun 25 Jan 2015
at 04:35
Re: A Cold Dark Room
Darkness comes over your eyes once more...

You don't know how long it has been.... Since... what had happened? A man had pulled up to the O'Beanna. You had gone up to confront him? You had sent Micah off to get the Sheriff?

It had been a trap? Half-bloods surrounding you from the shadows? They pulled you inside their darkness, had torn you apart before you could escape or kill them all?

You had taken so many down with your rending claws, but there were just too many? Some screamed and hissed about bringing you to Rosie, keeping you alive for her, but then there was darkness?

Then there was the light of the moon...

OOC: All memories of the dark room have been replaced by those above. You have a 1-step Blood Bond to Wendel and this condition.

quote:
FALSE MEMORIES (PERSISTENT)
The way you remember things doesn’t match up with how they happened. You might remember a son who didn’t exist, your alcoholic father abusing you despite being raised an orphan, or never getting married. You believe your memories to be true no matter what; even conclusive proof has a hard time getting through to you. Being faced with proof that your memory is fake is a breaking point for you at a level set by the Storyteller.
Possible Sources:The Dominate Discipline
Resolution:Face proof that your memory is false and succeed at the breaking point.
Beat:Your character trusts someone or takes a risky action based on his faked memories alone.





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