Old Blood (dorl) GMed by GargantuaBlarg

[GargantuaBlarg]

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Dervhael Vorhis of House Painscream
Hit Points (HP): 80/80
Pleasure to Orgasm (PP): 50/50
Spirit Energy (EP): 120/120

Status = Not too shabby.

In an ancient tomb, a stone coffin shuddered, dislodging some appropriately ancient dust to drift to the floor. Inside, a corpse in a remarkable state of non-decay lay trapped - and with a very atypical show of will for a corpse, saw fit to change that. With a shove, the lid of it's - his - tomb rose, tipped, and fell off to the side, with an appropriate 'thud'. It had been so long since he had last drew breath, it might have not noticed the 'clunk's that had accompanied it as being out of the ordinary.

The newly-arisen corpse took a few seconds to recall it's existence. It knew it had a name. It knew it's name was Dervhael Vorhis. It knew of a 'House Painscream', and it knew that it was of it. It knew it wielded power over spirits and the dark at his fingertips. It knew it was a vampire - and that vampires sustained themselves on blood, stolen from others. It knew it was thirsty.

Then, it - no, he, Dervhael - he glanced around at his surroundings. It was dark - but, Dervhael paid no heed to the poor lighting, creature of the night that he was. He found old stone, forming the walls, floor, and ceiling, cut into huge, rough blocks to form the chamber around him. A pile of rubble to his right lay under a hole in the ceiling, through which the moon, framed by the night sky, shone through. On either side of him were doorways, sealed with rusting iron doors, while a pair sealed the way in front of him - none of which were locked or otherwise barred, should Dervhael try them.

There was an iron torchstand behind him - ornate, old, and rusted, it looked like just another accouterment of the vampire's resting place. Stranger, though, was that there were stools littering the area around his sarcophagus - wooden ones, that couldn't have possibly matched the age of the rest of the things in here. On the side that the tomb's cover had been thrown off to, a few tankards lay on the ground, and a bottle of wine spilled out, pooling red over the floor. And, though the hole in the chamber's ceiling might have disturbed the dust carpet of the vampire's resting place with rain, wind, and snow, in the twilit-chamber, Dervhael could see footprints. Lots of footprints, tracked everywhere.


And what's more, the vampire could hear something. Beyond the double doors in front of him, he could hear several voices joined in a cacophony of cruel laughter, and the pleading, shrieking voice of a woman.

 

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Re: Old Blood (dorl) GMed by GargantuaBlarg

The vampire stood up and looked around the ancient tomb. How long has he slept? Was it dozens of years, hundreds of years? A painful sensation of a splitting headache was a bit of unusual after the years long slumber, but not unheard of. He tried to remember the exact circumstances that forced him into the grave last time, but couldn’t quite recall the details. Was it boredom? Danger?

No matter. It’s a new time, with new possibilities and fresh blood. He wondered what interesting technical ingenuities this age has invented. Every time he walked the face of the earth anew, he was quite amazed by the cleverness of mortals. They possessed some kind of… spark... that the immortals lacked. His memory was hazy and body surprisingly weak, but he was certain that the tomb didn’t include crude wooden stools when he embraced the undead sleep. With the addition of spilled wine and footprints, the conclusion was simple.

“Scavengers.” – He hissed. – “Wretched grave robbers, without a doubt. I guess the world still goes round. Was this the reason I awoken?”

As if to confirm his suspicions, a vulgar laughter reached his ears. The majority of the voices seemed to belonged to men, but he heard a woman’s cry among them. When the vampire heard the voices of living, breathing humans, his hunger for blood hit him with full force. A red mist clouded his mind for a moment, but he managed to calm himself. Dervhael slipped into the shadows and silently went towards the noises with curiosity in mind.

 

[GargantuaBlarg]

Re: Old Blood (dorl) GMed by GargantuaBlarg

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Dervhael Vorhis of House Painscream
Hit Points (HP): 80 /80
Pleasure to Orgasm (PP): 50 /50
Spirit Energy (EP): 120 /120

Status = Not too shabby.

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Stealth: Success

The vampire's muscles felt stiff and he got up, having lain unused for so long. They warmed up quickly, though - even if his unliving body did not.

The iron door was as heavy as it looked, but despite it's age it was fairly simple for the vampire to yank it open The iron door groaned as it opened, but it didn't appear anyone took note of it. Beyond it lay a dark hallway, which the vampire proceeded to walk down, taking care to muffle his footfalls. A few torch stands lined either side of the hallway, the first on Dervhael's left, the next on his right, alternating as such every several paces down the hallway, but they weren't lit - allowing the vampire to walk at his leisure. It was unlikely the inhabitors of his resting place would be able to see him in the dark, after all.

The stygian quality of his surroundings made it hard to see small details, but the hall's walls seemed to be carved and painted with murals - though, whatever images had once lined the corridor had largely been worn down and flaked off. One glyph seemed to catch the vampire's eye, and seemed to still be fairly intact - a man, laying on an ornate table... or perhaps, an altar. There was no more to it that could be discerned.

Eventually Dervhael came to another iron door, the sounds even louder behind it. Taking his time to avoid the squeal of old hinges from drawing the attention of whatever was behind it. The laughter and screams continued, but as the door inched open, the voices grew more distinct, until--

"Ahhahhaha! Ye sure picked the right night'er go on a walk, lady!"
"Yeeeaah, ya sure did! What's the matter, the guys in ya village too soft from playin' wit' dirt all day!?"
"Needa real man ta show yeh a good time?!"
"T'ain't better men n' us around 'ere, I can guarantee y'that!"
"Haha, yeeah! So let's get them clothes off, and we can show ya how ya should be spendin' yer nights!"

There was another burst of laughter, that nevertheless couldn't drown out the pleading scream that was their reply:

"Nooo! Please, no, don't! Just let me go home! I won't say anything! I'll... I'll give you all my money! Please! Just let me go! I just wanna go back home, please, please!!"

There was a pillar inbetween Dervhael and the trespassers in his tomb, but their fire cast silhouettes on the wall that he could see - a group - four men, looked like - standing over something struggling - no doubt another man, divesting the woman of her garments. One of the silhouettes raised a bottle, draining it, and then threw it to the side - where it flung against the wall next to the iron door the vampire peeked out of and shattered.

The shards of glass fell to the floor, joining the dust - along with several filthy rags, sticks and other detritus. The rest of this chamber was also cluttered with leavings and waste, along with barrels, sacks and crates. Taking another look around the room, Dervhael saw a far larger door against the opposite wall of his - as well as two narrow windows, through which he saw blackness. Two statues flanked either side of the large door, though Dervhael, of course, recognized neither. The smell of cooking food also added to the smells already populating the room. The smell of iron, and living bodies. Fear, and excitement. Alcohol, the smell stronger every time they spoke or laughed. Trash. Age.

 

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Re: Old Blood (dorl) GMed by GargantuaBlarg

The vampire observed the developing incident with growing amusement. He breathed in the dazzling smell of fear… smell soon to be elevated to new heights. The humans in this room were already dead, they just weren’t aware of it. That kind of stalking his prey always brought smile on his face. They laugh, they play, they drink, totally ignorant of how short they life will be, how fast it will end. He suppressed a sudden burst of laughter.

Spoiler

If it’s possible to open the door/squeeze through it without much noise:

Enter the room stealthily and position oneself in shadows, but capable to see the scene.

If opening the door would most certainly alarm the people in the room:

Cast Shadowstalker (5EP) and materialize oneself in shadows across the room, but capable to see the scene.

While in the shadows, Dervhael was thinking how to proceed. These humans were vermin at most, he was in dire need of blood, but at the same time the idea of playing with his food was almost irresistible.
He could summon the Shadow Guardian to do his bidding, splashing the blood of his enemies everywhere... He glanced at the wall and the flickering shadows gave him a devious idea. Maybe he would puppet the poor girl, allowing her enough awareness to feel the sensation of her body moving against her will, smashing her oppressors into a bloody pulp. The fear and utter confusion of both parties would be a tasty spice as we-

The girl let out a shrieking cry when one of the men was less than patient with her current clothing. The scream interrupted the Dervhael’s line of thought and he frowned with disgust. A lively one, it would seem.

“Ah, to hell with it” muttered the vampire while drawing, for the first time in centuries, a substantial amount of power from his undead soul and forming it into razor sharp shadow tendrils. An ecstatic feeling of power, almost as good as what is going to happen in a few moments. He ordered the deadly shadows to quickly extend and pierce the would-be rapists. The girl… the girl he saved for later.

Spoiler

Use Shadowmancy power: Piercer (there’s five men total right?)
EP cost: 6 + 4(+1 for each additional enemy) – damage: d12+2 * 6 (x2 from stealth attack, hopefully)

Nevertheless, the thrill of killing, the hunger, the smell of blood, the screams – all this proved too much for the vampire. Ignoring whether his attack succeed, whether his enemies survived, he leaped from the shadows to the nearest opponent and with a beast like growl attempted to rip his veins, feed on his blood. It didn’t matter if the adversary was alive or dying, when the undead would get a hold of him there was nothing that could stop Dervhael from draining his life.

 

[GargantuaBlarg]

Re: Old Blood (dorl) GMed by GargantuaBlarg

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Dervhael Vorhis of House Painscream
Hit Points (HP): 80
Pleasure to Orgasm (PP): 50
Spirit Energy (EP): 110/120

Status = Not too shabby.

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Stealth checks: All succeed
Piercer, on errbody.
11 + 2 * 6 * 2 = 156
7 + 2 * 6 * 2 = 108
4 + 2 * 6 * 2 = 72
3 + 2 * 6 * 2 = 60
12 + 2 * 6 * 2 = 168 (Jesus tittyfucking Christ)
Yyyep. They're dead, Jim.

Quietly, Dervhael slipped out from the corridor and moved to get a better look at the gathering of fresh meat that had congregated in his tomb. He spent a moment contemplating how to proceed... but an interruption in his thoughts by the shrieking woman cut those short. With a familiar, but long unfelt sensation of magical might, the vampire bade the shadows reach out and slay the men for him. Caught unawares, the surge of power he had used, even though it was a bare fraction of what he could command, proved enough to send all five of the men to their graves before they even knew what had happened to them.

Their laughter ceased almost immediately as he let his umbral knives fly, the razors buried themselves in their targets and killing them instantly. The woman shrieked again as blood exploded out of their wounds, and Dervhael fell upon the nearest one immediately. He tore into the man's neck, feasting upon the crimson liquid that sustained the mortal - but, dead before they even hit the ground, their blood held no nourishment for the vampire, save to wet his lips and wash the dust from his centuries-parched throat.

Still, he could not stop himself from drinking the man until he was dry, the copper taste of blood so close to what he needed - and yet, not, the cadaver he drained already dispossessed of the spark of life he craved.

Once his victim's veins ran dry, Dervhael looked up... and found the woman, gone, the door to the outside was cracked, having been shut before. Evidently either a quick thinker or simply terrified out of her mind, she apparently had taken it upon herself to flee as soon as the opportunity presented itself - so keen on flight, that she had even neglected to snatch up the apron and shift that were likely hers, judging by the cleanliness of them compared to the men's wear.

Taking another look around, Dervhael noted a lot of goods piled up in the room - far more than just these five men were likely to have accumulated. And, there were still at least two more doors within his resting place that he had not yet looked through...

He could, of course, also pursue the woman... but, given how little he knew of the outside world, or of how close the dawn was, it might prove to be a fool's errand.

 

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Re: Old Blood (dorl) GMed by GargantuaBlarg

The vampire quickly ran towards the wide open door and gazed into the night.

“ARGH!” – He let out a menacing roar, only to be replied with silence. The frenzied vampire hesitated a moment, but finally he slammed the door with full force, splintering it a bit and almost breaking the hinges. He screamed once more out of frustration, thrashing the first object that stood in his way when he went back into the room.

“I should have run after the little bitch! It’s night, there are shadows everywhere, and she can’t be far away… I would have caught her!” He whispered to himself still furious.

“Who would have thought the little mortal will be so quick to run… I either underestimated or overestimated my entrance.” He sported a sardonic half-smile.

“That will teach me to try to talk with food. I should have leaped onto her instead, but curiosity got the better of me. The little rabbit is probably halfway to the nearby village by now. It’s no matter.”
Dervhael finally managed to calm himself if not his lust for fresh vitae.

“It’s no matter… yet.” – He continued in his thoughts as he searched the bodies for anything interesting. “The girl will be probably terrified, too terrified to say anything coherent at the beginning. And even afterwards most people would probably explain her rambling as shock from being almost raped. Nevertheless – “his thoughts about the subject temporarily paused as he tossed one body after another into the bonfire. “ – someone will surely go to check out her story. Even if it’s out of sheer curiosity, some stupid village fool is bound to prove his ‘courage’. Well unless I have really bad luck and at this very moment a visiting Inquisitor is listening to her cries. That is, if the Inquisition Order still exists.” Dervhael tossed some ruined pieces of furniture to fuel the flames further.

“I don’t have much time, but I should be safe for a while. A day or two isn’t that much to ask is it?” He looked at the burning bodies. “Maybe I overdid it a little, but the less evidence there is, the less gossip will be spoken.”

After a short while the vampire changed his point of interest onto the goods the men were stashing. Money or - even better – jewelry would give him a much needed head start and were always useful. With nothing better to do vampire went on to search the remaining rooms. Depending whether the contents were interesting or the rooms lead elsewhere, the vampire plan was to take everything that possessed value (while maintaining his mobility) and rest until sunset.

 

[GargantuaBlarg]

Re: Old Blood (dorl) GMed by GargantuaBlarg

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Dervhael Vorhis of House Painscream
Hit Points (HP): 80
Pleasure to Orgasm (PP): 50
Spirit Energy (EP): 110/120

Status = Not too shabby.

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Stealth check: Success

Derv also gains 2 xp, since I forgot to say the last time. :V

Dervhael found nothing worth mentioning on the five tossed the five bodies into the campfire the men had going - each in turn adding to the aroma of the chamber, as their clothes, and then the rest of them caught fire, blackening and burning as the husks were slowly wiped from the world as their owners had been. In time, the five would be reduced to naught but charred skeletons, but for now, they were merely fuel to the fire in the room.

The supplies they kept in the front room weren't of much interest to the vampire - mostly, it was just food and drink, along with a few crates or baskets of miscellaneous things like bundles of furs and silks, or drying herbs and spices. Nearby the fire lay a large pile of firewood.

Heading back down the hall to his crypt, Dervhael selected one of the doors he had yet to explore, and made his way through. Behind it he found another corridor, same but for it's breadth, only being a single door wide. The designs on the walls just as faded as the first had been.

Nearing the door, though, Dervhael heard voices from behind it. He could see light from under it - however, it was dim. Creeping to the door and opening it carefully, as he had the last time, he saw another group of men sitting around a wooden table. One looked more well equipped than the others around him, while a man at his back looked over his shoulder, wearing a skull as some kind of necklace. Aside from those two, there looked to be some six men in the room.

It seemed they were staring at a piece of paper, upon which the well-equipped man jabbed at with his finger as he spoke. "...ols spotted on the roads, here, here, and here. They haven't put up on this road, yet, but I think they will, 'afore long. It's getting to be a real pain, so we need to take up what we've already got and get outta here."

"Already?! But, boss - a big, fat caravan comes by every couple days, and they're always run ragged from their pass through Gazor's territory!"

"If we stay any longer, the only route we'll have left is to go through the Alive Forest."

A murmur ran through the small crowd at that. Little did they know, whatever phantoms they were imagining, they were far off threats compared to the one watching them now.

 

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Re: Old Blood (dorl) GMed by GargantuaBlarg

Dervhael sighed silently at the sight of more men. Safely hidden in the shadows he eavesdropped on the bandits’ conversation.

“More brigands… So maybe the pitchforked peasantry won’t be so keen to investigate the girl’s claims. Even so, *what* she was doing here?” The vampire, lost in his thoughts once again, was puzzled how this lone girl managed to get lost and captured by these brutes.

“It would seem it’s a desolate building, the pillaging bandits should scare locals away. It’s interesting what her business here was… but the bottom line it’s actually meaningless. Knowing churls it was something trivial.”

The vampire fixed his gaze on the two of the most interesting foes. Were they going to be a problem? Dervhael was arrogant, prideful, but he was no fool. He managed to keep his arrogance in check when it came to battle, knowing that underestimating an enemy, any enemy, is one of the easiest ways to die. He learned that the hard way, many, many years ago. A cornered rat has nothing to lose and bites twice as hard.

Dervhael drew his magic once more; a pleasurable shiver ran down his body in anticipation of bloodshed.

“I won’t make the same mistake twice.” He muttered silently, when seven deadly shadows swirled around him, ready to strike at his command. His eyes were following the bandit’s chief. He despised the idea of drinking blood from some sweaty, smelling brute, but beggars can’t be choosers. Vitae is vitae after all. The vampire’s plan was similar to his last one – leap from the shadows and pin his chosen victim drinking its blood (but not killing him), right after sending other enemies to their graves. This time it will be a bit harder, his foe won’t be harmed, but Dervhael was counting on the effect of confusion and surprise. Hopefully the human with the skull amulet is going to die without much hassle. After a while of eavesdropping,when it was clear the men had nothing more interesting to say, the vampire was ready. Once again cursing in his mind for letting the girl go, the vampire commanded shadows to send the men to their doom…

Spoiler

Use Shadowmancy power: Piercer on every men in the room aside from the chief.

EP cost: 5 + 6 (+1 for each additional enemy) – damage: d12+2 * 5 (x2)

Btw, how/when I'm able to regenerate my HP/EP/PP? Since I'm new at this I don't know if I'm not using too much (or too little?) power; I don't know the average HP of "your-run-of-the-mill-bandit" ^^' Hopefully I won't be naked, energy-less and defenseless when it's time for a really tough encounter.

 

[GargantuaBlarg]

Re: Old Blood (dorl) GMed by GargantuaBlarg

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Dervhael Vorhis of House Painscream
Hit Points (HP): 80
Pleasure to Orgasm (PP): 50
Spirit Energy (EP): 99/120

Status = Not too shabby.

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Your EP is really really high, so you probably aren't going to run out very soon. To compare, the strongest level spells cost 8 EP, and an average character's EP will range around 40-60.

At any rate, it restores when you take a rest or if there's an extended period out of fightan, except if you're maintaining any EP-costy things, like buffs and whatnot.

As for the average health of a grunt bandit, you've basically been instagibbing these guys - this particular roll does enough damage to kill them juuust under three times over. Incidentally, that first guy you tried to drain didn't yield anything because you killed them so hard. :V

Stealth: Success
Hit: Automatic
Damage!: 11 + 2 * 5 * 2 = Yep, they're dead Jim

The band of thieves yet had a few more things of some note to give up to Dervhael's eavesdropping before he slew them.

"Say, boss... What abou' goin' down Erelen's Gorge?" one of the men suggested.

"We would have to circle the whole mountain to get back to the Eyrie," the leader responded. "You know what a treacherous trip that would be - all untamed wilds. Rocky, too - no doubt we'd have to dump some of our spoils. How far behind would that put us with our client?" The leader traced a path on the map as he spoke, tapping at a few spots - though it would be hard for the vampire to say where, exactly, he'd pointed, from just watching from where he was.

After that, the cutthroats all started speaking amongst themselves, trying to plot out what to do - oblivious to their looming fates. When it became apparent they had nothing else for the vampire to learn, he sent his power spiraling through the ubiquitous shadows around him, and, filled with his murderous intent, they struck out, the razor shades racing out and impaling each of the men Dervhael had decided should die - the blades exploding into crystalline formations and bursting through their flesh, before dissolving back into the darkness. Save for the leader spared, they all fell into ruined piles of meat - some into more pieces than others, but none whole.

The leader, it seemed, had actually earned his place as the group's head, opposed to simply being the biggest bully among a gang of vandals. Immediately, he overturned his table to hide from the grisly fate awaiting at Dervhael's fingertips, the map fluttering to the gory floor.

For a moment, nothing happened, but then, he called out.

"Assassin! Why are you here?" he called, loudly. "Are you here for the two girls that went missing, perchance? They're still alive, I assure you - just take them and leave! Or are you a bounty hunter? Whatever the bounty it is they're offering the Crimson Vulture, we can pay you triple!"

 

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Re: Old Blood (dorl) GMed by GargantuaBlarg

“Two girls?” Safely hidden in the shadows, vampire raised his eyebrow in surprise. “And there goes the chance that peasantry will be satisfied with the girl’s return. But, on the other hand, it creates a most definitely more… tasteful future.”

Dervhael silently crept, hidden, he stalked his prey. He considered playing with his meal, whispering taunts from the shadows, savoring his fear, but ultimately decided that this cutthroat wasn’t worth the effort. A beautiful cornered maiden on the other hand… The vampire suppressed his emerging diabolical laughter. His gazed was fixed on the man that desperately tried to find the threat that was lurking in the shadows.

Spoiler

Use power: Shadowstalker (5 EP)
The character dematerializes, and moves from shadow to shadow in utter silence.

“It’s time to end this… and feed.”

Waiting for a perfect opening, Dervahel once more used his power over shadows, this time to dematerialize and appear in the blink of an eye right behind the bandit’s boss. Without hesitating even a moment, the vampire sunk his teeth into his foe, sucking his precious life energy.

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Just a quick remainder – I do not wish to kill him.

PS. So…emm… The damage stuff… Wow. Cool. I feel… POWERFUL XDD (+1 for the UT reference ).
PPS. Me likes very much your description of Pierce in this update >:B

 

[GargantuaBlarg]

Re: Old Blood (dorl) GMed by GargantuaBlarg

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Dervhael Vorhis of House Painscream
Hit Points (HP): 80
Pleasure to Orgasm (PP): 50
Spirit Energy (EP): 99/120

Status = Not too shabby.

Spoiler

Stealth: Yep
Grapple: Derv's grapple 44 vs snack's dodge 40. Success!
Automatically submission hold'd - he can't do shit until he breaks your grip.

The darkness surrounding the vampire enveloped him at his bidding - and suddenly, he found himself inside the room as well - on the opposite side of the door, where the bandit's head still focused his attention. His new view point showed him the corners of the little room he wasn't able to see - but he paid little heed to the desk and shelves of papers and notes there, anticipating the taste of the thief's blood and the feel of his ancient organs being revitalized with his stolen life energy.

Before the man could react, Dervhael leapt - crashing into him from behind. Their momentum toppled the table the bandit had hid behind, knocking it to the floor with a meaty squelch as it upended onto the gore of his dead comrades, his face in what might have once been a leg. The table's top was now against the floor, it's legs pointing skyward - and the man's map, under it. Dervhael pinned his victim against it and the floor, grabbing his head and smashing it into the pile of meat it lay in. Caught unaware, it had been easy to pin his limbs and force him immobile - but the instant his surprise wore off, Dervhael could tell his prey was stronger than he was, even with the boon of strength his vampiric form granted him. He wasted no time tearing into the man's neck, and the first taste in an unknowably long time of a living being's blood, the rush of life that accompanied it, the stink of fresh death and sudden screams of terror and panic as the mortal rushed towards his fate all melted into a heady, euphoric bliss for the vampire.

Drinking from him until his mortal spark was snuffed was hard - Dervhael never wanted the feeling to end. But even as his lifeforce dimmed, the cutthroat's struggling grew ever more frantic, and the vampire would have to consider just what his fate was.

 

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Re: Old Blood (dorl) GMed by GargantuaBlarg

The vampire pinned down his foe with all his might while draining him out of his precious vitae. It took almost all his willpower to stop this blissful feeling, to let the man live. He wanted to question this outlaw. Unfortunately, because of some strange reasons, the bandit just wouldn’t lie still and accept his fate.

Dervhael had to do something about it, but slamming the man’s head against the floor until he’d stopped struggling and was ready to cooperate might prove unhappily fatal.

Thankfully, the vampire could once again rely on his powers for this matter. He focused his will and began to dominate every ounce of control the cutthroat had over his body, slowly grinding through his natural defenses, inserting mental tendrils of dark power into his flesh.

Spoiler

Use power: Puppeteer x=9. EP cost 12, upkeep 8 EP. Resistance DC=45.

Hopefully, the undead will succeed in breaking the man’s will, giving him a bit breathing room. After the effect takes its place, Dervhael would secure his dominance by giving the bandit a few quick, yet painful commands so he’d know there’s no escaping his fate. And after that, he can finally answer a few questions…

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If there’s a rope in either of rooms I’ve been (or anything that can be useful in securing my temporary prisoner), I’d like to tie him like a ham and dispel Puppeteer.

OOC:

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Argh, somehow I missed the fact, that my vampire bites could be “charming”. I really regret that now . Btw, I’m a supernatural being with 4 mutated flaws, so gaining another mutation would be pretty hard I guess? I’m thinking about doing something really corrupted – where’s the closest orphanage AND an altar dedicated to the dark gods? ^^’

About Puppeteer:
If the bandit manages to resist its effect but he won’t manage to break submission hold (essentially we’re back to square one) feel free to assume I redo Puppeteer with X=11. On a side note, it’s not possible to lower the puppet’s false HP (ie. X) in order to conserve upkeep? I’d assume resistance 20-30 is pretty mediocre so a X=6-8 is pretty much the minimum for a standard mob and for tougher mobs it would make a killer upkeep.

 

[GargantuaBlarg]

Re: Old Blood (dorl) GMed by GargantuaBlarg

Spoiler

Dervhael Vorhis of House Painscream
Hit Points (HP): 80
Pleasure to Orgasm (PP): 50
Spirit Energy (EP): 99/120

Status = Not too shabby, Maintaining Puppeteer.
Upkeep, 8 EP/turn.

Spoiler

Resistance check: He fails! (incidentally, 45 is >twice his resistance.)

Dervhael drove his will into the man like a stake, the power drilling into his mind and washing through his muscles until he was at the vampire's command - such was the control over him that he couldn't even show his horror on his face. After the vampire gave him a lesson in pain, Dervhael bade him retrieve a spare rope, and then tied him up - the man himself tying his own ankles together, using his darkness-infused strength to tie his legs together tighter than Dervhael could. When he was trussed up to Dervhael's satisfaction, he withdrew the energies dug so far into his flesh, wondering what he would do.

Free from the bloodsucker's all-enveloping control, the man gave a few tugs at his bindings before giving up - finding it completely fruitless. "What sorcery is this?! What do you want of me?!" He exclaimed at last, panting from his futile efforts.