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>>2993093
At this point, one of the women – Juanita – takes over, continuing the semi-religious preaching with far less fervour. There’s a lot of ‘repeating after’ deals, only increasing the religious connotations. At first you think about refusing, thinking of what the Pastor would say, but after a sharp look from Vadim… you repeat after her as requested.

“And so, Juan, I embrace you into the Sword of Caine fully and without reservation, recognizing the duality of your freedom as a superior being and your duty to militantly oppose the elders…”

“And so, I am embraced into the Sword of Caine fully and without reservation, recognizing the duality of your freedom as a superior being and your duty to militantly oppose the elders…”

“Through the powers of blood, body, and spirit, you will do all in your power to cast down those who would deny our freedom…”

“Through the powers of blood, body, and spirit, I will do all in my power to cast down those who would deny our freedom…”

“Until such time as your chains are shattered at the world’s reckoning.”

“Until such time as my chains are shattered at the world’s reckoning.”

Well, that last part was a bit ominous. As for the rest, though… you ponder your thoughts as Benito, the rail-thin Hispanic man, hands Juanita a glowing object of some kind.

You feel…

>Sickened. This goes against everything you’ve learned in church. To imply there are those who could challenge the power of God, or that there could be more than one divinity, is simply incorrect.

>Fearful. Whether or not it’s true, these people are clearly zealots – and they’ve apparently adopted you into their organization. You just want to go back home, to mama, to how things were before all this.

>Intrigued. You’ve never heard anything other than the word of God according to Father Alberto. And while they seem monstrous… aren’t you as well, now?

>Other?

>>2993096
>Fearful.
>Sickened.
Creepy fucking heathens. It's the worst type of cult, the one with really strong enforcers.

>>2993096
>Sickened and Intrigued. To imply there are those who could challenge the power of God, or that there could be more than one divinity, is simply incorrect. And yet the thought of God abandoning you just as he did his son on the cross doesn't seem to go away as easily as you believe it would.
Every person who has faith will have their times of doubt.

>>2993096
>>Sickened. This goes against everything you’ve learned in church. To imply there are those who could challenge the power of God, or that there could be more than one divinity, is simply incorrect.

>>2993096
>Sickened. This goes against everything you’ve learned in church. To imply there are those who could challenge the power of God, or that there could be more than one divinity, is simply incorrect.

>>2993096
>Fearful. Whether or not it’s true, these people are clearly zealots – and they’ve apparently adopted you into their organization. You just want to go back home, to mama, to how things were before all this.

>>2993096
>Sickened. This goes against everything you’ve learned in church. To imply there are those who could challenge the power of God, or that there could be more than one divinity, is simply incorrect.
>Fearful. Whether or not it’s true, these people are clearly zealots – and they’ve apparently adopted you into their organization. You just want to go back home, to mama, to how things were before all this.

…Sickened. Fearful. These unholy nightmares have kidnapped you, no two ways about it. You’ve just got to play along until you can make it back to mama. To Gabriela. To Miguel, Dios willing he’s still alive. You’ve just got to-

Your thoughts are interrupted as Juanita slams the red-hot brand she got from Benito into the flesh of your shoulder without warning. This pain… it’s unlike anything you’ve ever known. Your instincts and your mind cry out in unison, pushed to the limit.

>Roll me 1d100 for that macho pain tolerance

Rolled 52 (1d100)

>>2993211
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Rolled 27 (1d100)

>>2993211
ouch

Rolled 92 (1d100)

>>2993211
FUUUUCCCCKK YOOOOOUUUUUUU BLLLLASSSSPPPHEEEEMMMMEEEEERRRS

>>2993227
*internal angry intensifies*

>>2993227
I'm proud of you my son.

>92
>ThePowerOfChristCompelsYou

Writing

Rolled 67 (1d100)

>>2993211
Dios mio, salvame!

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>>2993211
>92
>So macho

It’s horrific, you can feel your flesh searing, crumbling at the superheated metal, but… you are not so weak of mind. Not like these ungodly beings. You grit your teeth and hold you ground as Juanita presses the brand to your flesh for nearly 10 seconds before withdrawing it. Vadim laughs as she hands it back to Benito. “Impressive! For one so fresh to have such control. You have done well, and brought a worthy member into the fold, Juanita.” She nods, more of a twitch really, as she stares at the ground while Vadim speaks. Without another word, Vadim goes up to the head of the column to ride beside the leader, Seraphina, leaving you walking – Dios your legs are burning – alongside Juanita and Benito. The last one, you still don’t know her name, is taking up the rear.

Juanita turns to you, her voice barely above a whisper as she speaks in that quavering, perpetually-frightened tone you’ve come to associate with her. “Now that you are Cainite truly, I must explain some things about your condition to you…” She looks afraid at the prospect. Well, she’s afraid of something at least.

Over the next few hours of walking, she explains the more practical side to what Vadim was preaching earlier. The importance of avoiding fire and the sun, the unholy abilities in your blood you now – whether you want to or not – possess, and the abilities in your blood. Blood is apparently worth a great deal to these monstrous, and as she explains it, you are a… Shimeze? Tshimezay? She spells it eventually, and you don’t bring up your near-illiteracy. Tzimisce, whatever that means; it’s apparently related to those god-like figures Vadim brought up. In any case, whether it’s the practicality of her words or just the tone in which she delivers them, you retain much more from her than from him. She explains that, like her, your ‘Sire’ (creepy, you already have mama, no thanks), you have abilities that allow you to see the truth of the world, influence the flesh, and speak with the beasts. Those first two – especially the latter, you think, shuddering at the memories – you can tell are true, but what about that last one? You’ve never really had much luck with animals.

She invites you to try, anyway.

>Roll 1d100 for communing (no, not that way) with the local fauna

She didn’t mention that weird… ‘hard skin’ thing you did. Maybe she’d know about that? She seems a bit less crazy than the rest of them.

>Bring it up.
>Don’t.

Rolled 54 (1d100)

>>2993301
Let's not be so quick to tell her what we can do, even if she likely knows a lot about it anyway. Might as well commune though.

Rolled 21 (1d100)

>>2993301
WHERE THE FUCK AM I?

Rolled 30 (1d100)

>>2993301
>Don’t.

Rolled 6 (1d100)

>>2993301
>creepy, you already have mama, no thanks
Kek

>54
>There's a first time for everything, Juan.
>Seems to be trending towards "Don't"

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>>2993301
>54
>Don’t

More laid-back or not, she’s still one of them. You can’t trust her.

Trying to… reach out, keeping eye contact with her horse as she instructs you, you can almost feel the connection, but… you can’t quite make it. It’s like trying to hear something through too many layers of separation – you know there’s something there, you just can’t tell what.

After a few minutes of trying, you give up. You do feel quite a bit hungrier, though. Seeing your… well, apparently she can just tell, but in any case Juanita clucks her tongue. “That’s alright, that’s normal. We’ll find you something to eat when we stop.” You still find her nearly motherly tone unsettling.

Your inner revulsion at what you know that means fights with your unmistakable predatory urges. You know you’ll have to eventually, but… Dios it makes you sick. What are the alternatives, though? If they knew of one they didn’t tell you.

You keep walking, your hunger and inner horror battling across the field of your conscience, as the night rolls on. The conversations seem to largely die down, although up ahead Seraphina and Vadim are speaking quietly.

>Roll 1d100 for some random encounters along the way!

Rolled 60 (1d100)

>>2993378
mystery roll

Rolled 74 (1d100)

>>2993378
rollan~

Rolled 2 (1d100)

>>2993378
WEREWOLF ATTACKGOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Rolled 56 (1d100)

>>2993378
Just out here having a nice stroll with a few friends. What could possibly go qrong

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>>2993378
As your – their – group walks down the dark path, slowly but surely a flickering light comes into view, up ahead. Looks to be the campfire of a group stopped for the night on the road. Juanita smiles at you. “See? Told you it’d be fine.” You turn away, trying to hide your grimace. You are really very hungry, though…

The slow approach continues until the noise of the horses attracts the attention of the group around the fire. There are nearly a dozen of them, hard-worn – travelers, merchants by trade if you had to guess based on their well-worn wagon. The types of folks who don’t spook easily and have traded more than their share of licks with wolves, bears, and even the occasional opportunistic human. A few flintlock rifles lay up against the wagon; most of the men around the fire simply wear knives or, in a couple cases, actual swords. They look up at your group, confusion evident, although they are no superstitious farm-folk to flee at the sight of 6 strangers coming up in the dark, no light sources among any of them. They seem to be prepared for a fight.

“Whatever you’ve got, we are not interested in purchasing, amigos!” One of the men with a sword calls out, hand resting upon the hilt.

As the rest of the group catches up to Vadim, he booms out with that unintelligible accent of his. “Lyudi, lyudi, calm yourselves. We are not selling anything!” You can’t see his facial expression, but from the men’s reaction you can guess it’s probably downright terrifying. Some of them look ready to flee.

As they eye your group, looking for weak links in preparation for what they suspect will be a fight – robbery – it occurs to you that you probably look like that weak link. No sword, ill-fitting boots, and an overcoat, no weapons or armour at all...

>Stand your ground – you know you can shrug off whatever they give you, now. You’re… reasonably sure.
>Maneuver behind one of the horses to try and lose their interest, for now.
>See if Juanita will let you on her horse. She seems the most interested in you, at least.
>Other?

>>2993453
>Maneuver behind one of the horses to try and lose their interest, for now.
Worst comes to worst, we draw fire.

>>2993453

>Maneuver behind one of the horses to try and lose their interest, for now.

>>2993468

>>2993453
>Maneuver behind one of the horses to try and lose their interest, for now.

You slowly, carefully move behind the nearest horse, belonging to – Dios it’s that wild-looking one, you still don’t know her name – until you can’t see the men anymore. The woman snorts at your action.

All of a sudden, as Vadim is talking – you can’t quite catch what he’s saying – there’s a CRACK and the men spring into motion as Vadim flinches back, laughing. Well, you’re assuming they do, you can see their feet moving at least.

In any case, the 5 horses surge forward, leaving you awkwardly trying to keep pace and maintain your cover. Covering the remaining few feet shortly, the riders begin assaulting the men through varied means – Vadim with a sword, Benito with some sort of… cane thing, Juanita and the woman with their bare hands as far as you can tell, and while Seraphina doesn’t have a weapon she seems to be snapping necks with her unassisted grip strength just fine.

You can see a few moving back into the treeline away from the horror before them. However, a couple seem to have not forgotten your meekness and are charging right at you, presumably figuring if they can deal with you the rest of the group will hold the attention of the monstruos. They ready a sabre and a dagger, respectively, and they bear down directly at your smaller form.

Your stomach rumbles.

>Maybe just… get out of the way? See if they ignore you?
>Try to isolate the one with the dagger – his friend may abandon him on the same principle and you can take one, for sure.
> Try to isolate the one with the sabre – his friend may abandon him on the same principle and you can take one, for sure.
>Listen to your instincts – you’re hungry. You can take them both. You need to take them both.
>Other?

>>2993497
>Try to isolate the one with the dagger – his friend may abandon him on the same principle and you can take one, for sure.
Gotta get that food.

>>2993497
>Get out of the way, and focus on dodging and parrying if they persist.

>>2993497
>reason with them
"Come on amigos, there's no need for that! I can personally attest that these people are no joke! Run, if you value your lives!
Please, dont force me to FEED."

>>2993497
Wait scratch that, they're both charging us.
Changing my vote to
>Get out of the way, and focus on dodging and parrying if they persist.

>>2993504

Dis.

>>2993497
>Get out of the way

You dart to the side, leaving an opening along the path for them to run down. They eye you suspiciously as they approach nearer and nearer.

“Amigos, please, get out of here!” You hiss. Their suspicion continues.

>Roll 1d100 for looking & sounding like the non-threatening peasant you aren’t and not the unholy soul-drinking monster you are

Rolled 22 (1d100)

>>2993548
DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODGE!

Rolled 1 (1d100)

>>2993548

>>2993555
[SUSPICION INTENSIFIES]

Rolled 76 (1d100)

>>2993548
This is a face you can trust.

>>2993556
"Run for your own good, amigos!" he says, while turning into a hideous monster

>>2993555
>1
>"I don't know, man, I just snarled horrifically at them and they got all spooked and attacked!"
>"Weird."

Writing

>>2993572
On the bright side, our monstruos companions might take this as enthusiasm for the role!

>>2993555
>>2993572

Is this terrible enough to prompt an intimidation roll?

>>2993576
They maybe probably will! Way to be an optimist.
>>2993588
I generally don't reward crit fails... also, that would be more the 'listen to your instincts' option from earlier.

>>2993497
>1

They don’t seem to be buying it.

“Amigos! Please!” You snarl at them, fangs bared, already you can taste their- wait. That’s not right.

Well, apparently they didn’t feel that was a trustworthy look. Their faces twist in determined fury. “Monstruo! You will not deceive us!”

They charge up at your position, waving blades, and you step back to get a better stance as– wait, there’s nothing there.

You topple backwards into a hidden ditch, hitting your head hard against a log. The men crest the ditch, momentarily confused: they must not have realized was there either. They don’t waste their good fortune, though, jumping down and viciously hacking at your prone form, their steel glinting in the moonlight.

You can feel the wounds they open closing up slowly as you lie there – this is something that you do instinctively, Juanita explained – but with the closing of each wound you grow hungrier, weaker. They can keep this up for much longer than you can. This is bad. You were trying to avoid a fight, but now- You thirst.

>Try to wriggle out from under them, standing up into their blades is a bad move.
>Just stand up and take it as you fight back… now that you’ve got your wits about you maybe you can do that weird ‘tough skin’ thing you did?
>GIVE IN.
>Other?

>>2993599
>Just stand up and take it as you fight back… now that you’ve got your wits about you maybe you can do that weird ‘tough skin’ thing you did?
We have the ability to do it. Why not take advantage of it?

>>2993599
Resist the urges! We are not beasts!
>Just stand up and take it as you fight back… now that you’ve got your wits about you maybe you can do that weird ‘tough skin’ thing you did?

>>2993599
>You're pretty sure that you're stronger than a normal person - try kicking their feet out from under them! It'll give you time to get back up properly!

>>2993613
Smart thinking Anon
Supporting

>>2993613

This.

>>2993613
Also supporting!

>Kick out their feet from under them and get back up.

Roll 1d100 for leg sweeping

Rolled 58 (1d100)

>>2993635
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Rolled 100 (1d100)

>>2993635
Sweep the leg, daniel-san

>>2993639
Oh, nevermind. We fucking crippled them.
Now our superiors really WILL think we were antagonizing them.

Rolled 70 (1d100)

>>2993635
fightin' roll

>>2993639
It is clear he knows kungfu.

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>>2993639
Well then.

>Stepping away really quick then writing

>>2993599
>100

You quickly conclude that the best way for you to get up… is if they’re on the ground first. With an unnatural burst of speed, you lash out with your right leg, knocking them both on their ass as they fumble on top of the dark, uncertain terrain. Carrying through with your momentum, you snap up to a standing position and step back up the slope of the ditch, looking down on their prone forms. Seems like they both fell pretty bad – that log that knocked you for a spell has done a much worse number on them. They’re both down there, bleeding from head wounds, groaning in pain and fear as they struggle to make anything out in the darkness; their blades lay forgotten at their sides.

Your enhanced senses hone in on the pooling blood. Dios you’re hungrier than ever now… they attacked you, tried to kill you… they’re going to die, anyway…

As the last of your wounds close up, it’s all you can do to not dive on the both of them immediately. Your fangs bare and an unnatural, guttural, clicking hiss comes from your throat. They are prey. They did not show you mercy.

Ah, damnit, they’ve ruined your formal coat, too.

>Feed from their dying forms.
>Try to... hold off. You can FIGHT this instinct!

>>2993685
>Feed from their dying forms.

>>2993685
>Feed from their dying forms.
It's a mercy of its own, in my opinion. Slowly dying from gruesome open head-wounds is no way to go. That's just fucked up, you know?

>>2993685
>Resist!
A MAN CHOOSES
A SLAVE OBEYS

>>2993685
>Try to... hold off. You can FIGHT this instinct!
We are no mere beast! WE ARE A CHILDE OF CAINE!

>1 hour
>Tied vote
>why.png

Another 15 minutes for a tie-breaker or I'll flip a coin. Gotta wrap this up for the night.

>>2993753
Fight it, my nigga
You know it's the right choice

>Try to... hold off. You can FIGHT this instinct!

Writing. Last post for today.

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>>2993685
>Try to hold off. You can FIGHT this instinct!

You… rein your thirst in. Barely able to take any more, you turn away, back to the pack, and walk with a focused rhythm. Slowly, you feel yourself regain control.

The campsite is covered in blood and gore. Eviscerated, drained bodies litter the ground, some appearing to have their entire torsos crushed. The last few alive are being fed upon by the 5 pack members, their screaming slowly dying off. It seems the pack does not share your views on control.

Finishing up, they slowly scan the site for more and, seeing none, return to their horses. To you. Seeing your wounds, Benito hacks out a laugh. “Juanita, you were right – I should have had more faith. I see he survived.”

Juanita frowns. “He is of my blood, Benito. I choose well.”

“But it was a mass embrace, Juanita!”

The two get into a bickering match as the rest of them mount up and head off, not bothering to wait. After a few more moments, Juanita curses and mounts up, motioning you to follow. You look around, judging if you could maybe make a break for it, but this is the wilderness – you’d get lost immediately. They’d hunt you down and- you shudder. Don’t think about that. Don’t think about that.

The journey continues for the next several hours, until your unnatural senses make out the approach of dawn. Apparently agreeing, the pack heads off the trail to a cave, several minutes into the brush. It is well concealed and they step in, Juanita looking back to ensure you follow before she ducks in.

It’s clearly an unworked natural cave, roughly 20 feet by 20 feet in a rough oval shape. Bones litter the floor and the others prepare their resting areas with varying degrees of care after tying up the horses. Vadim lays out a blanket – the wild woman merely lays down and collapses, unconscious.
You:

>Fetch one of the spare blankets from the saddlebags – you miss the creature comforts of the city.
>Rest on the bare rock – you enjoy nature more, actually.
>Other?

>Will leave this vote open for the night and resume tomorrow, same time. Thanks all for coming out – apologies for missing the weekend session.

>>2993787
>Fetch one of the spare blankets from the saddlebags – you miss the creature comforts of the city.
We may be of her blood, but even a child will have differing tastes to their parent.

>>2993790
This

>>2993787

>Fetch one of the spare blankets from the saddlebags – you miss the creature comforts of the city.

After these two nights, it'd be an empty gesture to deny ourselves even the simplest of pleasures.

>>2993787
>Other?

Dig a burrow into the soil to hide from possible predators, lay our blanket over that.

Paranoia!

>>2993787
Oi don't we need our home soil to sleep in?

>>2993821
Home soil can also be interpreted as homeland, as in your country's soil.

>>2993825
I was thinking Juanita would have grabbed some for us, and use that to keep us from running away.

Especially since we aren't feeding.

>>2993830
>Especially since we aren't feeding.
It's not the first time a stubborn childe was force fed blood from their own sire. Worst comes to worst Juanita simply grabs someone and forces us to feed on them.

>>2993849
Or we could start having to roll against giving in.

>>2993852
That would depend on whether or not the QM employs the Willpower limits like in the tabletop.
Because all the QM needs to do to make sure we fail the roll is just place the DC at a extremely high number. And then push the DC up one notch each time we succeed to show our willpower slipping.
Either way you slice it, we're getting fed whether we want to or not.

>>2993787
>Fetch one of the spare blankets from the saddlebags – you miss the creature comforts of the city.
>Cover the woman up with one of the spare blankets - she's asleep, but maybe it'll bring her some comfort?

>>2993859
I like this.
It shows that we still have our humanity regardless of how much we've lost.
Supporting.

>>2993859
Support yeah

>>2993859
>>2993787
I suppose I support the second half here.

Still think we should dig a burrow.

>>2993821
>>2993825
I'm not sure I'd go that far... but Juan's still pretty close to home, you're good. Leave the region and see what happens if you want!

>>2993830
>Juanita would have grabbed some for us, and use that to keep us from running away
She did grab some but only because she cares about him, how dare you insinuate she would manipulate Juan, her only childe.

>Fetch one of the spare blankets from the saddlebags – you miss the creature comforts of the city.
>Cover the woman up with one of the spare blankets - she's asleep, but maybe it'll bring her some comfort?
Grabbing a blanket for yourself and the wild crazy lady who's name you will eventually learn, you swear. Writing.

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>>2995038
>but only because she cares about him, how dare you insinuate she would manipulate Juan, her only childe.

>>2995038
Oi can't wait to diablerize this woman.

We can call her snack.

She fed, didn't she. She's going to betray us, isn't she. She isn't like us. It would be a mercy to put an end to her. It would be a mercy to end ourselves. But we're selfish, so selfish.

>>2995119
Thanks Beast, it's always nice to know you're still there. Keeping us company throughout these long nights.

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>>2993787
>Fetch one of the spare blankets from the saddlebags – you miss the creature comforts of the city.
>Cover up wild crazy lady

You grab a spare blanket from one of the saddlebags – you think it’s Juanita’s, actually – and are about to lay down when you look over to the wild lady on a whim. …Won’t she get cold? Mama always told you to layer up at night, and while you seemed fine last night without any maybe she’d appreciate a helping hand. Couldn’t hurt at least. You cover her up.

You settle down under your comfortable blanket and say a quick prayer, asking for forgiveness for your actions and protection from the unholy evil that surrounds you. Soon, the unnaturally heavy sleep you’ve been told is quite normal takes you.

The booming laughter of Vadim shakes you awake, mingling with your worsening thirst. You’ll have to eat eventually, but- No! No, you can fight this.

In any case, Vadim’s laughter is an interesting distraction from the feelings you're trying to suppress. Interlaced with it you can hear the laughter of a few of the others along with an animalistic, furious snarling. Looking over to the gathered monstruos, you see the wild woman shredding the blanket you gave her with 6-inch claws in place of where her fingers should be, her… displeasure apparent. Dios that’s frightening. The rest of the pack are watching with varying degrees of amusement, although they maintain a respectable distance from her. After a few moments longer, she finishes, and her unholy glowing gaze snaps to you. She seems upset, to say the least. You resist the urge to swallow nervously.

She stalks in your direction, talons trailing nearly at the ground due to her feral gait, and the laughter of the pack seems to grow a tad bit crueler. Juanita doesn’t laugh: she looks worried, at least. Vadim calls out after the woman: “Now, now, Alvilda, try not to kill him! I like him!”

Well, at least you learned her name eventually. You stand up, and

>Run! She looks terrifying!
>Talk her down! You’re good at smoothing things over. Well, except for that one time. And that- no, no, this time will be better.
>You know you can take a hit - those sword wounds were nothing. Use that ‘tough skin’ thing and go blow for blow.
>Try to convince Juanita to help.
>Try to convince EVERYONE to help.
>Other?

>>2995119
That's pretty edgy man
>>2995133
>You know you can take a hit - those sword wounds were nothing. Use that ‘tough skin’ thing and go blow for blow.
She'll fuck us up, but we'll survive.
Prison/pack rules - take a beating without cowardice. She'll respect us a bit more, although still be furious.
Plus Juanita will probably jump in anyway.

>>2995133
>Try to convince Juanita to help.

>>2995133
>Take a hit

>>2995133
>Take a hit
We legit earned it after doing something without making sure if it was okay or not.

>>2995133
>You know you can take a hit - those sword wounds were nothing. Use that ‘tough skin’ thing and go blow for blow.

You will your skin to toughen as she rushes you, raising your fists in an awkward, untrained stance. The pack behind her whoops in appreciation, although going by her snarls she barely seems to have noticed.

Dios you’re STARVING now. This is bad, you don’t know if you’ll be able to hold back next time you see someone. But you’ve got to, for your faith. You’ve got to.

As you finish your little mantra, she closes the gap with fast paces and swipes at you.

>Roll 1d100 for toughing it out & fighting back mano a mano.

Rolled 88 (1d100)

>>2995238
THIS IS GOING TO HURT ME A LOT MORE THAN IT HURTS YOU!

Rolled 31 (1d100)

>>2995238

Rolled 40 (1d100)

>>2995238

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>mfw I actually work out what the DC is based on skill and attribute differences
Well, Juan's still standing at least. He's not doing great, but he's standing.

>>2995238
>88
>Not quite a success

Her swipe comes in at your side, aiming for disembowelment, and you instinctively block with your left forearm as your right fist throws a punch at her head.

The PAIN as her claws dig through your flesh and bone, tearing your arm into strips, is beyond belief. It’s nearly as bad as the branding, except now you don’t have the benefit of being able to focus on the mind and ignore the body. You’re in a fight for your life here.

The claws exit through the other side of your block, having slowed considerably, and just graze your flank. A few lines are opened along your skin and your jacket is further ruined, but considering what happened to your arm that seems negligible, you think as you process all this in that odd, adrenaline-fueled slow motion of a fight.

She seems surprised at having missed her main target and the follow up from her other claw is off-balance, scraping by inches above your shoulder as she ignores your punch entirely.

The punch bounces off her nose ineffectually, not even deflecting it. That hurt your hand a little, actually.

And just like that, your perception of time snaps back to normal as you fall back away from her, cradling your ruined left forearm and looking up at her. She eyes your stumbling form with a leer, seeming to dare you to come back at her.

>Mama didn’t raise no quitter! Go back at her, try that odd, flesh twisty thing. What was it called again?
>Mama didn’t raise no idiot! Back off, keep your eyes downcast, like if you were dealing with an animal. That seems to be what she’s behaving like.
>Other?

>>2995340
>Mama didn’t raise no quitter! Go back at her, try that odd, flesh twisty thing. What was it called again?
I'd like to have it so that we're tempting her to attack again when we fleshcraft. So she can't dodge out of the way in time.

>>2995340
>>Mama didn’t raise no quitter! Go back at her, try that odd, flesh twisty thing. What was it called again?
Reckless fun

>>2995340

> Stare in disapproval. "El Monstrosa, you would do well not to spurn an earnest attempt at courtesy."

>>2995361
This is also good too
Supporting

>>2995340
So, that was definitely Celerity, wasn't it?
Are we meant to have that?
Only have very passing knowledge of VTM

>>2995367
We're technically supposed to have Auspex, Animalism, and Vicissitude as a member of Clan Tzimisce.
As for Celerity, I'm not terribly sure. It might seem that way but it could just also be us actually reacting normally under regular vampiric boosts.

>>2995361
This. It'll make her angrier, but the cheekiness will probably endear us a little bit to the others

>>2995361
Nah don't make her mad.

>>2995340
>Mama didn’t raise no idiot! Back off, keep your eyes downcast, like if you were dealing with an animal. That seems to be what she’s behaving like.

>>2995340
>Mama didn’t raise no idiot! Back off, keep your eyes downcast, like if you were dealing with an animal. That seems to be what she’s behaving like.

>>2995404
>>2995394
She already doesn't like us, she'll probably do some serious damage closing in for the kill/incapacitation.

>>2995340
>Just stare at her and wait if the next hit comes

>>2995391
>>2995394
>>2995404

Cowards, the lot of you.

>>2995451
Also supporting.

>>2995452
Hey, I voted to fight her.
Just want a clean fight and it'll work itself out.

>>2995367
Not celerity, just the perception of time changing due to whatever the vampire equivalent of fight-or-flight is. You were moving at the same speed as normal.

...Seems that
>Stare in disapproval. "El Monstrosa, you would do well not to spurn an earnest attempt at courtesy."
Takes it. Writing.

>>2995467
I think that's possibly the worst decision.
Snark is a plague on quests.
reeee.

>>2995469
Then it's perfect because we're a dumbfuck newbie.

>>2995467

HOLD ON, it should be La Monstrosa, El is a masculine prefix and isn't grammatically correct.

>>2995340
>Stare in disapproval. "La Monstrosa, you would do well not to spurn an earnest attempt at courtesy."

You meet her gaze and do your best to muster a disapproving look. "La Monstrosa, you would do well not to spurn an earnest attempt at courtesy."

There is silence in the cave afterwards. Neither Alvilda nor the pack seems to have expected that.

After a moment, a familiar booming laugh echoes. “I knew I liked you!” Vadim nearly shouts, the others around him wincing at his shear volume.

After recovering from her surprise, Alvilda gives you one more look with a snarl before reluctantly, slowly nodding over her shoulder at Vadim and stalking off to her horse. That look, though… you don’t think she’ll forget this.

That morbid thought is interrupted as Vadim strides up to you and claps painfully down on your shoulder. He nearly shouts in your face. “My syn, I knew you were an honourable sort! So chivalrous! Why, you’d fit right in back on the homeland.” He strides off confidently, apparently having finished his weird 'pep talk', following Alvilda to the horses with a pleased air about him.

As the remaining two pack members walk to their horses, Juanita walks up to you. She looks nerve-wracked. “Juan! What was that! You could’ve been shredded!” Dios, she really is acting like a mother. She genuinely seems to care. Even if you feel a bit creeped out, though… can you really afford to turn away an ally?

>Brush her off. You don’t need her, and stepping into Mama’s role is just weirding you out.
>Accept her nagging. You need an ally, and it is nice to have feel genuinely cared about.
>Be noncommittal. You might need her, but you don’t have to like it.
>Other?

>>2995522
>Accept her nagging. You need an ally, and it is nice to have feel genuinely cared about.
It's a weird feeling to have a motherly Tzimisce as your sire.

>>2995522
>Accept her nagging. You need an ally, and it is nice to *feel* genuinely cared about.
Whether or not we're actually being cared about is the question, but it still feels nice...

>>2995522
>Be noncommittal. You might need her, but you don’t have to like it.
She did this to us after all. It is Christ-like to forgive, but we will not forget, and we won't mindlessly be turned into a tool of el Diablo. Not without a fight.

>>2995522
>>Accept her nagging. You need an ally, and it is nice to have feel genuinely cared about.

It may be a little creepy, but it’s nice to know someone cares

>>2995522

> tfw OP corrected my post

>>Brush her off. You don’t need her, and stepping into Mama’s role is just weirding you out.

We are our own man, and we need no surrogate mother. Shouldn't be rude or backhanded about it though.

>>2995522
>Accept her nagging. You need an ally, and it is nice to have feel genuinely cared about.

>>2995522
>Accept her nagging. You need an ally, and it is nice to have feel genuinely cared about.

>>2995522
>Accept her nagging. You need an ally, and it's nice to feel genuinely cared about

We are still not going to trust her. She is NOT Mama, but could potentially murder us or something if we're too unaccepting of her 'love'

>Accept her nagging. You need an ally, and it is nice to have feel genuinely cared about.
Seems decisive. Writing.

>>2995540
I appreciate you, grammarAnon

>>2995535
Only weird if you make it weird...

>>2995583
>Only weird if you make it weird...
Sire: "Now dear what did I tell you about playing Buttball in the house?"
Childe: "To never do it and take it outside..."
Sire: "That's right dear, now behave and eat your peasant before he gets cold."
Childe: "Yes moooooom."
>Cue 50s TV music

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>>2995522
>Accept her nagging. You need an ally, and it is nice to have feel genuinely cared about.

Despite your reservations… you do feel a blossom of warmth at her words. It’s nice.

As she gives you a motherly smile and turns away, you experience a flash of predatory urges at her exposed neck, but you swiftly quell it. Your THIRST pounds away at the inside of your skull, and now that you aren’t in imminent danger it seems your instincts have decided now is a good time to remind you.

As the convoy returns to the path – Dios these assholes still haven’t mentioned getting you a horse – and sets out, the hours drag by. You don’t meet any more travelers along the path until you crest a hill and find yourselves looking down upon a moderately-sized city. This must be Saltillo! That would mean you’ve come quite a ways west from your town. Saltillo is a larger trading town, being better-situated for the routes running east-west and north-south, and has thousands of residents. Based on the lights and noise, they seem to be having a festival of some kind at the moment.

Vadim inhales deeply and laughs dreadfully. The pack sets off down the hill, approaching the town, and about halfway down you notice a man stumbling along off the side of the path, his gait directing him in a round-a-bout way towards an unlit shack in the distance. Probably a trapper of some kind, and heavily intoxicated at that. These types of folks always- FEED… always…

>Roll 1d100 to not immediately attack him

Alternatively,

>Give in. You’re SO thirsty.

Rolled 16 (1d100)

>>2995642
>Roll 1d100 to not immediately attack him
Wew!

Rolled 44 (1d100)

>>2995642

NO. Not here, not now.

>>2995642
>FEED.
We have to do it. Better here than in a city with lots of potential witnesses.

>>2995646
>>2995642
I'm assuming I'm supposed to roll for the first option, before we confirm the choice.

>>2995642
>Give in
Lament we didn't do this earlier when they weren't an alcoholic.

Rolled 75 (1d100)

>>2995642

Rolled 63 (1d100)

>>2995642
The pangs of unholy hunger are a command we must not give in to.
A MAN CHOOSES
A SLAVE OBEYS

>In hindsight this makes no sense, I should've prompted choice then roll like I usually do
>Live and learn
>You didn't roll well enough anyway
Writing.

>>2995642
>Give in. You’re SO thirsty.

Better to learn to feed with some measure of control so we aren't always just snapping and murdering people every time.

>>2995676
And how did that underwater paradise turn out.

Sometimes, a man chooses to obey. Being unable to ever choose that makes a man a slave more than any mere action or compromise ever could.

>>2995652
Seriously.

Why are people even playing V:tM if they think they won't ever feed.

This ain't some faggy Anne Rice novel.

>>2995753

We're a superstitious proto-Mexican in the 17th century, not a secular post-modernist in the 21st, sometimes we'll have to do sub-optimal, irrational things to stay in character.

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>>2995642
>Try to fight it
>75
>Maybe if you were a little less stingy with your feeding times, Anons

No, Dios, you’ve got to fight thi- FEED.

You come to off the path, fangs buried in the trapper’s neck as you drain the last of his blood down your throat in exultation. You whip your head back and hiss at the sky, the pack cheering you on from the path with enthusiasm. Your mind suddenly catches up to your body and you freeze, fangs bared, before slowly standing up while you try to regain control.

“Yes, my syn! Accept your nature!” Vadim cries out. Juanita just looks proud – that warm feeling you get at her approval fights with your continued refusal of what you’ve been doing, what you’ve been drinking. You stand up, the corpse motionless at your feet. You walk back to the path without looking back.

At your descent into the city proper, the rush as you feel the last drops of blood trickling down your throat keeps your mind occupied with equal parts ecstasy and disgust.

>Bit of a short run today but I have a sleep schedule to maintain, sorry Anons
>Probably a post or two tomorrow, then resuming Thursday again at today's pace.
>Until then, just take comfort in the fact that Juanita loves Juan very much. It's not unhealthy at all, nope.

>>2995823
WHY WOULD SOMEONE MAKE AN IMAGE THAT LOOKED LIKE IT HAD A TRANSPARENT BACKGROUND THAT WAS JUST REGULAR CHECKERERING
>inb4 .jpg lol

My disappointment is immeasurable, and my day is ruined.

>>2995753
>This ain't some faggy Anne Rice novel.
You poor nigga, this is the exact kind of era that Anne Rice would write about if she felt like it for a vampire novel.

>>2995889
Just saying, in V:tM if you don't feed you die.

That dude ranting about men and slaves? Childe aren't men, and they're definitely slaves.

Especially Tzimisce.

It's a whole new kind of faggotry is what I'm getting at.

The more people put off feeding, the bloodier and deadlier it's going to be when it happens.

I just want people to be aware of that. Not feeding isn't actually an option in the game.

On the other hand, feeding doesn't have to always result in murder. It's not the end of the world to just feed.

Ironically it's entirely possible to lose more humanity by feeding only when forced to and in a monstrous fashion, than to learn to compromise with the Beast and feed moderately.

>>2995129
The Beast ain't that complex. That's pure Human depersonalization right there.

>>2995145
It's V:tM. Edgy is how it works a lot of the time. Prepare for some cartoonish evil from orange and blue morality by beings that have centuries to explore reasons and rationale - or to lose them.

>>2996051
>On the other hand, feeding doesn't have to always result in murder. It's not the end of the world to just feed.
It's always the babby steps. And sometimes you gotta claw your way back from the deep.
Then again this is the Sabbat that we're stuck in.
>The Beast ain't that complex. That's pure Human depersonalization right there.
Still gonna make light of that regardless.

>>2995823
Thanks for running, just caught up on both threads. This so far has been really interesting and enjoyable. I look forward to the next installment

>>2996293
What's with Anon announcing when they're *finally caught up* this isn't your middle school reading list.

>>2996726
I mean, isn't it nice to show the QM that you enjoyed their work so much that you've binged all the threads up to the current point in one sitting? Sure, this was only 2 threads long but after reading it all and seeing that no one thanked the QM for running (which I know they usually appreciate) I decided to do so myself. I don't see the big deal desu

>>2996733
Well so long as you don't start namefagging yeah I suppose.

That just always seems to be what happens next when people post those things.

Besides, you aren't posting about what was written in their threads. You're posting about your accomplishment reading them.

Worse than namefagging is when people derail by writing walls of text essays of criticism that most players don't actually share.

Just don't be a namefag or an amateur critic who wants to dissect the whole quest instead of having fun in a thread and we'll be cool.

I mean I can't stop you, I'm not the internet police. But I would live for people to NOT do those things.

>>2996733
Also if you want to impress read

> http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=House%20and%20Dominion

I played it and I don't think I could reread all of that.

>>2996733
Also

>Probably a post or two tomorrow, then resuming Thursday again at today's pace.

Shovel isn't done yet and it's bad luck to thank them for running before they're done.

You're going to summon the QM CURSE.

>>2996767
>Worse than namefagging is when people derail by writing walls of text essays of criticism that most players don't actually share.

surely you see the irony here

>>2997297
I'm not criticizing the quest, I'm shitposting. Really that thing was a better post for QTG than here.

I don't expect people to really give a fuck though, or for the QM to suddenly make rules against namefagging or making wall of post texts.

>sabbat quest
Cool, I thought about running something similar a while back.

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>>2995823
The sights of the city festival are beyond your wildest imaginings. Your lingering negativity is quickly banished by the incredible displays of lights, art, performance, cooking… It’s overwhelming. Merchant wagons laden with exotic goods are shown off by well-traveled man next to a choir loudly singing traditional native songs to the shouting, raucous crowd. On his other side, various delicious-looking foods are being cooked over a campfire and sold by a husband and his wife.

Juanita leans down from her perch to be heard over the din. “The humans have an annual trade festival, here.” You notice that, despite the obvious wonders around them, the pack is barely looking about – their gazes focus on a squat, single-story building at the end of the main street. Could they really be so numb? Juanita does seem to be enjoying the atmosphere at least a little, though. She smiles at you and, despite yourself, you smile back.

It takes nearly half an hour to weave through the boisterous crowd, the pack showing uncharacteristic restraint as they make their way down the path. A great many of those gathered are obviously intoxicated, and as time passes you find yourself… stumbling, a bit, along with them. Your vision slowly blurs over the course of the next few minutes, shapes and colours fading in and out of focus unpredictably. What is this?

Looking back, Juanita laughs jovially. “My childe, maybe next time do not drink from such a borracho!”

…Was that it? Are you drunk? You’ve had a few sips from father’s drinks before, before- Your thought is interrupted as you trip over a piece of wood and you end up facedown in the dirt. Dios, you killed a man not five minutes past, and now his- A stranger pulls you back up – in your state you can’t make out who – and you rush to catch up to the pack, regretful thoughts disrupted. It is SO hard to focus right now.

You arrive at their heels, tripping and cursing as you try to make out a safe footpath, just as they dismount in front of the main building. Looking back to ensure you still follow, the pack enters with Seraphina at the head, Vadim close behind. Holding the door for you, Juanita waves you through and closes the door behind her as you all move through a dim, dank hall towards a blurred, shifting, brown sha- no, wait, that’s just a downwards staircase.

Descending, the others open the door at the bottom and blinding light pours through; in your state it’s simply a blob of colours, shapes, noises, smells… raw sensation. The thought of how you can see smells briefly passes through your addled mind but it’s dismissed as you collapse against a nearby wall, waiting for your perceptions to adjust as you hiss in discomfort.

(1/3)

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>>2998371
Over the next several minutes, your gaze slowly adjusts to the scene before you in dynamic patches. It’s… like nothing you’ve ever seen before. It makes the gathering above look like a boring day on Monterrey’s main street.

You spot the pack having split up to mingle among those gathered – they seem to greet them as equals. An eclectic collection of Spaniards, natives, and even foreigners you can’t place is gathered here in varying states of dress, though they are united in their obvious, excessive revelry. They all seem to be… ‘Cainites’ as you’ve learned is the term. Fangs, claws, other evidence of their true form are all in the open, and a great deal of them are covered in blood. Looking around, you – Dios – you see the source of all that blood.

Around the room, hung up on chains, ropes, or even nailed to the walls in a few cases, are… bodies. Dozens of bodies. They moan, scream, fight back, or just hang there defeated. Their open wounds drip blood down onto the floor, where it has gathered at the low points on the floor in great pools being tracked all over by the gathered attendees as they move about.

In a perverse adoption of the scene in the town, displays and art litter the room. Here, though, the main medium seems to be… flesh. Living, breathing sculptures twisted in horrific shapes moan in pain, their eyes panicky as they twitch pathetically. Large paintings done in blood cover the walls, the canvas some kind of unfamiliar leather. And, as you take in the scene as a whole, you notice that some of the moaning and shrieking is… melodic, almost. Looking over at a group of 5 people nailed to and hanging from wooden scaffolding, you see them being conducted by a madly grinning senior man.

You rapidly try the door behind you in a moment of panic, but find it locked. After a brief spell of indecisive wide-eyed searching, you decide to try to remain on the edges and simply observe; the pounding incoherence of your brain right now tells you that anything else could be unwise. You try not to think about the bodies – your inebriation helps, actually, in that respect.

Looking through the crowd takes much longer than it would normally, given your frequent urges to avert your gaze, but after about- some amount of time, you can’t really tell, you’ve managed to pick out one person who does stand out from the crowd.

(2/3)

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>>2998373
While most of those gathered, like the ‘pack’ you came with, seem to stick to their groups, there is a dark-haired, pale woman who weaves between the cliques, speaking with them all in a manner that suggests they respect her authority. After talking with most of those here she steps up onto a short, simple stage set up at one end of the room. The 3-foot increase places her with a commanding view of the room, despite her modest height. She shouts out to be heard over the mixture of festivities and screaming.

“Thank you, thank you! For recognizing and attending my baño de sangre! I hope you are enjoying the offerings?”

She grins cruelly as the gathering rumbles with malicious laughter.

“Well then! Let it not be said I waste time with speeches. Let us BEGIN!”

At this last word you feel your emotions swelling despite yourself, feral excitement and that… animalistic instinct battering past your intoxicated consciousness. You raise your head and hiss loudly, fangs bared, joining in with the crowd, raw unfiltered emotion hammering through your mind.

It’s one of the last things you recall.

>Roll 1d100 for how well things go and how much he remembers the night after.
>As a general rule, it’s considered poor form to pre-drink for a Sabbat party. Juan is new though, I’m sure nobody will judge too hard.

(3/3)

Rolled 60 (1d100)

>>2998376
OH BOY THANKS DRUNK MANG!

Rolled 47 (1d100)

>>2998376

Rolled 60 (1d100)

>>2998376

>>2998385
What's up 60s bro

Rolled 41 (1d100)

>>2998376

Rolled 73 (1d100)

>>2998376

>>2998400
Sup brah! Just catchin them sweet waves!

>>2996767
+1 internet

>>2998413
Gnarly dude. Ride 'er till she bucks!

>60
>Juan fails pretty much completely at controlling his own actions, what with the alcohol, Presence, and Vinculum
>Juan makes a good impression, though
>Juan remembers... a little of what happened
Honestly... kind of the result I was hoping would happen. It's the most FUN!

Will pick up tomorrow with the aftermath of Juan's first wild Sabbat party. Start time may change from the regular, though posts should come along fairly regularly once I'm going.
And can anyone recommend a mass image downloader that doesn't require shit-tons of permissions?

>>2998452
/tg/ character art thread? Are those still allowed there?

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>>2998376
>60

The remainder of the night is a blur. There are snapshots of coherence… All those gathered dripping their own blood into a metallic basin… Yourself doing the same… Your cheeks flash red as you remember that lady stripping down and sinking into the pool of blood. Then, then… you all drank… you think? A vibrant image of her face smiling at you from not a foot away as you dip your lips to the blood flashes through your head. Yes, you definitely drank.

After that last view of the smiling, comforting, warm, and unfamiliar face your recollection gets a lot more sporadic.

Bodies, shredded and drained, lay before you as blood pours down your shrieking maw.

A fanged horror stands across from you, 10 feet tall with digigrade legs and horrific, bloody spikes unevenly covering its form. You shout out a challenge and charge it barehanded to the joy of the hooting crowd.

The townspeople yelling in terror as you tear through them with your comrades, insane laughter coming from somewhere nearby.

The last memory you have is just howling madly at the night sky as the town lays in ruins around you, the welcome scents of blood and gore invading your enhanced nostrils.

You snap awake. Dios, did that all really happen? The images run through your mind, fading gradually, as you take in your surroundings. You seem to be buried underneath a pile of earth and debris. Blood heavily stains the debris and your – hey, your forearm is better, at least – your arms, soaking into the dirt beneath you. No light trickles through – it’s impossible to tell what time it is.

Just as the blood soaks into the ground, the images soak into your mind. You feel sick recalling them. Yet… you also feel different, somehow. You can’t quite place it. It’s a comforting feeling, at least. Like a warm blanket, but it almost feels… spiritual? Like how Father Alberto made you feel after a particularly fiery sermon, on one of his good days. One of the days where nobody laughed.

In any case, you need to figure out what in God’s name is going on. Where even are you? You shrug the thoughts off and push up against the debris, trying to get free.

>Roll 1d100, best of 3, for freeing yourself.

>Mostly unrelated, roll me some 1d10s too.

>Can only manage one post before I head out – going to run off while you roll and pick back up for real in about 2.5 hours.

Rolled 66 + 1 (1d100 + 1)

>>2999869

Rolled 10 (1d10)

>>2999869
my bad, i guess that's not how to roll a d100 and a d10 at the same time. Here's a 1d10

Rolled 23 (1d100)

>>2999869
OH BOY HERE WE GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Rolled 90 + 1 (1d100 + 1)

>>2999869

>>2999990
hmm

Rolled 96 + 1 (1d100 + 1)

>>2999869

Rolled 8 (1d10)

>>2999994
>>2999990
let's try that again

Rolled 10 (1d10)

>>2999869

Rolled 5 (1d10)

>>2999869

Rolled 3 (1d10)

>>2999869
Guess I'll keep rolling.

Rolled 2 (1d10)

>>2999869
Rawhide!

Rolled 10 (1d10)

>>2999869
Still here?

>90
>Freedom.wav

Also, you can't roll two different-sided dice at the same time, unfortunately.

Back and writing.

>>2999869
>90

Strength surges through your arms as you push upwards, straining to be free. The refuse creaks and groans as you slowly, deliberately force it out of the way, unnatural power far beyond your flesh’s abilities put to work. Finally, you make enough of a gap to actually stand up and out of the pile of rubble and look around in the darkness of the early evening. It’s apparent that you haven’t left Saltillo, at least.

Or rather, you haven’t left the ruins of Saltillo.

In stark, morbid contrast to the vibrancy of last night, the town is a memory. Any standing structures have been knocked down and, in most cases, ripped apart even beyond that. Everything has been levelled to the point that, standing on top of the remains of the building you were under, you can easily see almost the entire town.

Littering the scattered debris are bodies. So many bodies. By the sheer volume – you wouldn’t even attempt to actually count – it looks to be the majority of those who were here at the festival, if not all of them. Their state matches that of the buildings they surround; shredded with clear, vicious passion: most are missing limbs, and in some cases entire torsos.

You look around, feeling nauseous, as the memories of the previous night come to the forefront of your mind. You… did this, or helped, at least. You enjoyed it. The memory of joy sickly complements your disgust, two aspects of your being at odds with each other.

You stand in the pitch darkness for some time, internal battle raging, before other rubble begins to shift with your fellow vampires’ stirring. Just next to you, you notice Vadim clawing his way free with his typical vigour. Gore paints his entire bare upper torso. He grins seeing you, and you feel your mood improving despite yourself, just at the sight of his merriment.

“Juan! My syn, what a night! You made quite the impression with that stunt with Zlatana!”

Looking down, you notice your clothing is gone but for the shredded remains of your sack pants. Your sabre is nowhere to be found, either.

And... something about your face feels different.

You notice Juanita pulling herself free with some difficulty nearby.

From an increasingly isolated, unimportant part of your mind your human, weak conscience dwells on how this town could easily have been Monterrey, about how many are dead, about- Well, that’s hardly bothering you right now, anyway, as you:

>Talk with Vadim. You want to find out what actually happened, and you find his company a lot more pleasant than you did before, for whatever reason...
>Go help Juanita. Your kinship with her feels… strengthened, somehow.
>Look around for some clothes and that sabre of yours.
>Try to figure out what’s going on with your face.
>Other?

>>3000474
>Talk with Vadim. You want to find out what actually happened, and you find his company a lot more pleasant than you did before, for whatever reason...
Vadim seems like a nice guy.
Plus I'd really like to know what we did, so we don't get blindsided by people talking to us who remember if it ever becomes important.

>>3000474
>Try to figure out what’s going on with your face.

>>3000474
>Look around for some clothes and that sabre of yours.
>Try to figure out what’s going on with your face.
Dude that sword was nice. We gotta find it.

>>3000474
>Look around for some clothes and that sabre of yours.

Not much, but it's OURS.

>>3000474
>Talk with Vadim. You want to find out what actually happened, and you find his company a lot more pleasant than you did before, for whatever reason...
>Try to figure out what’s going on with your face.

>>3000474
>Go help Juanita

>Try to figure out what’s going on with your face.
The rest seems divided. I guess Juan will walk and talk with Vadim while he looks around after checking out his face.
He won't get quite as much from any of them as he would if he devoted singular effort to it but them's the breaks.

Writing.

>>3000474

>Look around for some clothes and that sabre of yours.

>>3000567
>voting after the QM has said >writing
poor form.

>>3000474
>Multitasking ho!

You nod at Vadim distractedly, running your hands over your face. There seem to be odd… ridges, of some kind, at the crests of your cheekbones. They’re very sharp – you nearly cut your hand one one of them. Some kind of bone crests? How on earth did that happen?

In any case, you need to find some clothes. Preferably your sabre, too. You nod at Vadim as you hop down and begin scouring the area. “Uh, yeah, that… stunt. How did that happen, again?”

There doesn’t appear to be any clothes that fit you in the immediate area, and while a few of the folk seem to have attempted to defend themselves with crude wooden spears you tore right through them they’re hardly a replacement for your – well, that guard’s, yours now – your fine steel blade.

Vadim guffaws. “My, my, don’t quite remember it, eh? I understand the ritae can be overwhelming, your first time, but I thought you- Ah, yes, the drunkard! Right! That explains quite a bit.” His laugh dies down into a chuckle. “You charged right at it! I think it was a bit taken off guard, to be honest, though after it had removed your legs and you continued regardless it was very impressed. As was I!”

Searching a larger and larger area, you eventually do find a pair of pants and a jacket belonging to a… merchant, you think. Most of the shredding is confined to the front of his upper torso and so the clothing is actually in fairly good shape, if soaked in blood. You throw on the brown, wool-spun garments, trying to ignore the nightmarish gaze of his melted, ruined eyes. That was you. You did that. You’re getting better.

You continue searching, determined to find your sword, while you carry on with Vadim. “Uh… what is ‘it’, exactly?”

He looks shocked, though still cheerful. “Well, I would’ve thought you’d remember that, at least. A Zulo beast? Twice your size, very terrifying? No? Nothing?”

Ah, so that… ‘thing’ was Zlatana. If it removed your legs… maybe you should avoid it. You seem to be fine now, at least.

A crash behind you tells you that, after a few minutes of struggling, Juanita has finally managed to free herself. Around you, activity is picking up as the rest of the attendees are similarly pushing aside their coverings with varying degrees of ease. You’ve almost stopped being unnerved by the sheer number of corpses, though now that everyone’s moving it’s starting to freak you out again. You try to put that thought aside.

>Keep looking. You WILL find that sabre.
>Quick – you’ve got to dig as much information as you can from Vadim before everyone’s around you, talking about what happened. If you’re as popular as Vadim seems to think you are… that could be awkward.
>Look for someone else you recognize from last night. (Who? For what Purpose?)
>Other?

>>3000619

>Keep looking. You WILL find that sabre.

>>3000571
Blame captcha

>>3000619
>Quick – you’ve got to dig as much information as you can from Vadim before everyone’s around you, talking about what happened. If you’re as popular as Vadim seems to think you are… that could be awkward.
Swords can be replaced.

>>3000619
> Keep looking. You WILL find that sabre.

Also some non-trashed clothing. I would like to at least stop looking like a monster.

>>3000619
> Most of the shredding is confined to the front of his upper torso and so the clothing is actually in fairly good shape, if soaked in blood.

We gotta loot a dresser or something.

>>3000630
Why bother, we kill every human bloodbag we meet.

>>3000619
>Find the Sabre
It was ours, dang it

>>3000619
>Keep looking. You WILL find that sabre.
It's our sabre! It was made for us!

>>3000642
>>3000640
Damn straight!

We might not own anything else, maybe not even ourselves but we damn well own that.

>Keep looking. You WILL find that sabre.

Damn, y'all are really attached to that sharp, curved piece of steel huh.

>Roll 1d100 to find it in the midst of the destruction.

Will step out for a bit then write up the final post of tonight with the results of your roll.

>>3000619
>find sabre
>attempt fleshshaping face back to normal so we can blend in again

>>3000666
Seems satan is with me on this one. Apparently fallen angels enjoy disguises as well

Rolled 70 (1d100)

>>3000665

Rolled 83 (1d100)

>>3000665
This sabre will become a relic

>>3000665

>>3000665

>>3000672
fuck lets try again. Its been a while since i rolled on /qst/

Rolled 65 (1d100)

>>3000665
>>3000674
man this is embarrasing

>>3000671
This should be good enough.

Should we name our saber?

>83
>The legend of the sabre lives on
>Along with something extra...

Writing. Final post.

>>3000664
The Sabbat preaches freedom Anon, whatever are you on about?

>>3000681
Name it whatever you want I guess, just don't try to spell it, Juan's still illiterate

>>3000681
Innocence

>>3000709
I like it. It's ironic.

>>3000705
HAHAHAHAHA you mean like the freedom to get eaten by Juanita if we don't obey her?

>>3000709
>>3000681
alternatively, Sangron

>>3000681
>Naming your own sword
LAME. If it’s important enough, a name will find it on its own.

>>3000709
Seconding.

>>3000716
Alternatively, Miguel or whatever our little brothers name was.

Good quest.

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>>3000619
>Keep looking. You WILL find that sabre.
>83

Your thoughts focus on the sword. Damnit, you can make it through a few weird interactions if you have to, Dios knows you survived your share of family gatherings, but that sabre is your possession.

You stalk away from a bemused Vadim, enhanced vision leaving no stone – in this, case, no body – unturned. You move about with urgency, doing your best to avoid the rousing monstruos but not going out of your way if you can’t avoid it. They seem more welcoming than they were last night, anyway. A few even smile at you excitedly. You return the courtesy by force of habit, the strangeness of the situation not even registering, as you dig through piles of wood and stone.

All of a sudden, grim inspiration strikes you. If you truly were attacking these people… the sword is likely to be found somewhere in the piles of bodies, not in the rubble. You abruptly turn back from the relatively sparse outskirts you had been digging through back to the main path through the town.

The next quarter-hour is spent digging through piles of bodies, your numbness to this destruction increasing with every body you overturn, every pile you shove over, driven, looking for the telltale metallic glint.

Finally, buried to the hilt in a group of slain merchants with suspiciously-even-looking cuts across their bodies, you see your sword. Reaching down, your fingers wrap around the hilt and you pull. It holds fast – whoever… rammed this in must have been considerably stronger than you are right now. You increase the force behind your grip, leaning back to use your weight, feeling blood rush to your muscles in an instinctive action that you are increasingly beginning to recognize and control.

It holds, it holds, it holds… it gives. You abruptly fall on your back, surprised, as you overcome the friction that had been holding it in. You grin, having recovered your most valuable – personally and in terms of money – belonging.

You look up, now ready to do… whatever it was you were going to do afterwards, you hadn’t really thought that far ahead, when you notice the bodies are no longer on the ground.

They stand tall, hateful and accusatory eyes boring into you, their forms wispy and immaterial. As one, they howl in truly inhuman anguish and rush you, arms outstretched, clearly aiming to-

They’re gone. The bodies are back on the ground. They’re staying there, not moving, as if that had never happened. You look about, frantic, before standing up and stumbling off to find the rest of the group, trying not to focus on the flitting shadows you see on the edge of your vision.

>Wrapping up for the night here – should pick up tomorrow at a bit better pace barring any interruptions.
>Since your sabre is apparently a rather important possession, you can name it if you want, or wait for it to get a name on its own as I saw a few Anons suggesting.

>>3000736
And who says it can't have multiple names?

>>3000736
>Since your sabre is apparently a rather important possession, you can name it if you want, or wait for it to get a name on its own as I saw a few Anons suggesting.

I personally want to start talking to it about all the crazy shit going on lately.

>>3000736
And now I'm reinstalling VTMB to pass the time.

New Unofficial patch & new Clan Quest mods out this month!

>>3000736
Sabre names?
>Faith
We won't abandon you, old friend...
Even if we lose you, we'll find you again.
And you will be our comforting protection against the dark things in the night. Including ourselves.

>>3000958
Blegh.

>>3000709
I like it

>>3000958
Are you the same anon who was pushing for Faith powers last thread?

Because that whole thing is mostly why I *don't* like it.

>>3001044
> Yay, tripfags.

>>3001044
leave tripfag. No one wants you here

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>>3001048
>>3001092
>hating on Rad

>>3001097
>>3001044
They have a valid point though.

Why he gotta be like that.

>>3000958
>pushing for faith, still
stop. it's a sabbat quest. play it straight, have some fun.

>>3000958
Hmm I see Juan as a practical sort, giving into his temptation to survive and always holding a little bit of guilt in him somewhere, because this is certainly not what momma would want. I'm very amused by and enjoy our good natured side though, especially in this thread

>>3000736
>Surprise daytime post because I can

You half-stagger, half-run back to the noisy main street where the 'Cainites' seem to be discussing something. What... was that? Father Alberto has spoken of ghosts, of the beyond, but to actually see it is something else entirely.

You suppose it's a bit odd to be frightened given your current state as a "creature of the night", as he'd put it, but still! They died! Their ethereal forms came after you, just like in the stories! Perhaps there's more truth there than you'd initially given the pastor credit for. You reflexively grip your sabre tighter, taking comfort from the cold, deadly steel. Still, it's all you can do to not jump every time a shadow flickers.

Despite yourself, you relax a bit at the site of the rest of the group. Something nags at you, like a half-forgotten memory, but you dismiss it, noticing Juanita nearby and deciding to go over to speak with her and determine what's going on.

She smiles broadly, and a matching warmth blossoms in your chest instinctively. Dios, how could you have doubted any of them? These are your brethren. "Juan! I see you found that blade of yours!"

You nod, trying not to dwell on where you found it or the events immediately following its removal. Though strangely... it's the ghosts that really threw you off. The bodies - well its hard to explain. You remember them! You aren't some monster who doesn't even register death! It just... doesn't seem to be bothering you the way it did. Odd.

Your musings are interrupted as the woman in charge from last night, the 'bathing in a pool of blood' one, walks towards a ramshackle stage pulled together. It looks like she's going to address the gathered Sabbat again - based on her pace, you've not got much time to speak with Juanita before she starts.

>You got a little bit of what happened last night from Vadim - see if she can fill in the blanks more.
>...Is it normal to see ghosts?
>The past is the past - what's about to happen?
>Other?

>>3001342
>You got a little bit of what happened last night from Vadim - see if she can fill in the blanks more.
We can ask about the ghosts later.

>>3001342
>You got a little bit of what happened last night from Vadim - see if she can fill in the blanks more.

>>3001342
>>You got a little bit of what happened last night from Vadim - see if she can fill in the blanks more.
no need to show weakness/new ability yet

>>3001342
>You got a little bit of what happened last night from Vadim - see if she can fill in the blanks more.

>>3001342
>...Is it normal to see ghosts?

>>3001041
>>3001048
>>3001275
If you don't like it, don't vote for it. No need to be niggers about it. I like what I like.

>>3001355
>Is it normal to see ghosts

>>3001342
>You got a little bit of what happened last night from Vadim - see if she can fill in the blanks more.

You've got to find out more about what happened. All you know for sure right now is that you drank from a pool of blood, fought some freakish 10 foot monster called Zlatana, and killed a bunch of people. That... sounds crazier than it actually feels, for whatever reason.

You smile at Juanita, intending nothing more than a polite gesture, but with the warmth in your chest it actually comes out very genuinely. It's a nice feeling. Strange, but nice.

"Yes, it was- well, I found it, in any case." Suddenly feeling like you can trust her, actually, you decide to save time and confide in her, your voice shrinking to a whisper. "I don't quite... remember all of what happened. Could you fill me in, Juanita?"

She smiles warmly and touches your arm. "My childe, of course. I remember how overwhelming it can be, at first. Let's see..." She hums and taps her chin. Dried blood lingers upon her lower jaw, momentarily distracting you. "We performed the Bath of Blood ritae for Madame Florinda, she's the new- well, you'll see, she'll probably go over it now. Anyway, after that we had the traditional festival games, hunting, displays of skill, a bit of ritual combat, only for show, nothing real - I recall you fought Zlatana despite everyone's advice, you showed quite a bit of perseverance there - then afterwards we, uh, destroyed Saltillo, of course." She gestures around her as she finishes. Her tone doesn't seem to be wavering quite as much as it was on the trip here. She seems relaxed. It makes you relaxed, too.

Florinda - you gather that's her name - has ascended the stage and is looking over the crowd. You've got only seconds before she starts, likely.

>Who is this 'Zlatana' person/thing?
>What's the deal with Florinda?
>Games?
>She kind of glossed over the whole 'annihilating Saltillo' bit there...
>Just enjoy the company of your Sire for a moment while waiting for whatever this is to begin.
>Other?

>>3001415
>Just enjoy the company of your Sire for a moment while waiting for whatever this is to begin.

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>>3001415
>Just enjoy the company of your Sire for a moment while waiting for whatever this is to begin.
So OP, how is your football trivia?

>>3001415
>>Just enjoy the company of your Sire for a moment while waiting for whatever this is to begin.

>By the way, I have to leave it here for now - resuming in about 4 hours for an evening session as usual.

>>3001569
Going to sleep here, but just wanted to way that the quest is awesome. Will read in the morning :)

>>3001415
>Who is this 'Zlatana' person/thing?

whisper to me secrets of the flesh flensed from the bones

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>>3001382
> MFW it actually is the dude with a Faith boner

>>3001415
>Just enjoy the company of your Sire for a moment while waiting for whatever this is to begin.

Already had 3 votes so why not

>>3001415
>Just enjoy the company of your Sire for a moment while waiting for whatever this is to begin.
>Anons elect not to pursue information endlessly, enjoy a quiet moment. Local QMs shocked.

Writing.

>>3001423
Good enough to recognize who that is, poor enough to not make a connection when picking a name from the generator.

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>>3001851
Yes, and?
Unless you have a valid point to make, fuck off.

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>>3001415
>Just enjoy the company of your Sire for a moment while waiting for whatever this is to begin.

You nod as Juanita finishes. “I see. Thank you, Juanita.” You smile at her. She smiles back. It’s reassuring, a grounding – if simple – moment among everything that’s going on. You can tell that, no matter what, she’ll have your back. You just know it. Before you were feeling a bit out of your depth, but… no, you think you can handle this now. Whatever it is.

As Florinda clears her throat you both turn back to face her. You notice the rest of Juanita’s pack has arisen, scattered around the crowd, and it seems that most of the Cainites have managed to free themselves by now – only a couple piles are still being disturbed from within. A few are directing amused glances to those, as if wondering at who could be so weak as to be defeated by wooden debris for so long.

Florinda clears her throat again, finally dragging everyone’s attention to her. Her impossibly black dress seems to not have been disturbed by last night’s events whatsoever. She wears an insane grin completely at odds with the rest of her calm body language as she raises her arms to the sky and gestures at the destruction surrounding her.

“Fellow Cainites, I thank you once again for attending my ordination! I reaffirm my promise to serve the Sword faithfully as the latest addition to the holy ranks of our Arzobispos!”

The crowd cheers at that, and you instinctively join in, feeling swept up in the collective emotion. Enjoying the reaction, she waits for the exclamations to die down. She nearly starts several times, interrupted over by intermittent whoops, before finally glaring at one of the groups at the front. The shouts die off immediately. She continues.

“I trust you enjoyed our celebration here?” Again, the crowd shouts, with yourself joining in again. You feel excited, you just can’t help it! This ‘Sword’ thing, you can tell it’s the right way to go. Whatever it is.

“I’m glad you did! I have further good news: while undoubtedly serving as a reminder of the Cainite supremacy over… humans… it served a secondary purpose. This was also a decisive victory over the Camarilla!”

This is met with hisses of disgust. She laughs.

“Yes, yes, THAT Camarilla! With the main population centre in the region decimated, their lying, puppeteering ways will fail them should they try to retake this area from our cold, dead grasp. They’ll have to fight us cainite to cainite – and we all know how that would go for them, I think.”

The crowd laughs menacingly, a few of those gathered nudging each other and whispering.

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>>3002114
“THIS is the kind of action you can expect at my direction! Brutal violence and crushing victory, ALL at once! We do not need to decide, as some of our more cautious comrades may advise, between our nature and our goals. I declare tonight – we will achieve BOTH!’

At each punctuated word, you and the crowd cheer as if prompted. This increases in volume and passion each time until, at the end of her proclamation, the cheers and monstrous shrieking last for nearly a minute. This time, she makes no effort to cut you and yours short.

“And, I am pleased to declare, we have 4 new True Members of the Sabbat who have joined our ranks! Such is their devotion that they have agreed to PERSONALLY support our push north, led by our very own Amuniritis! She has recognized the importance of the continued growth of our sect and has agreed to temporarily take them under her wing. Her brethren among the Blood Crystals will anxiously await her return, I’m sure.” At this, Florinda pouts mockingly and the crowd jeer, though you don’t feel any malicious intent among them as you join in.

3 people step forward from the crowd and, after a moment, everyone’s gaze turns to you. Wait… did YOU agree to that too? You’ve never been more than 10 miles further north than here! Mierda. You really should’ve figured this out beforehand.

>Step forward confidently. These people don’t seem to appreciate weakness.
>Step forward normally. They might know if you’re faking confidence.
>Step forward meekly. You got your legs ripped off by SOMEONE here just last night. Drawing too much attention could be a mistake.
>Other?

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>>3002122
>Step forward confidently. These people don’t seem to appreciate weakness.
Fake it until you make it, as the saying goes! If you pretend to be confident, eventually you will be.

>>3002122
>Strive forward confidentially. You are feeling pretty pumped out right now

I don´t know who this Camarilla is supposed to be, but damm they must be bad. Besides how could we let Juanita all alone? She has done so much to help us, it would only be proper to answer in in kind.