Yeah well they seem to be doing a shit job of it so...
Blood and Madness: A Vampire Quest
- Thread starter Magoose
- Start date
- Original Fantasy
Yeah well they seem to be doing a shit job of it so...
Magic users are scary as hell so they're murked for a reason.
- Location
- UK
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] You feel a mix of emotions on the matter. Annoyance is the first that you recognise. These darned kids have come along, disturbed your peace and quiet, brought enemies with them, and will no doubt draw more in the longer they are here. You next note a feeling of nostalgia. Simon and Fraya. Now those are a pair of names you didn't think you'd hear again, let alone have any effect on your present. Hearing them now brings back many a pleasant memory. And you always did think that they'd make a good match. You also feel a small amount of paranoia regarding the boy. He's a threat. There's no point in denying it. When he grows up, when he learns to control his powers, he's going to cause problems. And even if he doesn't trouble you directly, others will no doubt begin to resent you for allowing this trouble maker to develop into an actual issue. Some of the less wise among that number may even act on their resentment. You won't act on your paranoia though. You've made the mistakes of Fool Cronus and the Bard of Avon's Scottish King enough times to know that you have always made your most inconvenient enemies by trying to nip them in the bud. Finally, there is one last feeling that you can't quite find a name for. The presence of these children here in your house, it sparks something within you that was content to lie dormant when you were living alone. You are fairly certain you have felt this feeling before, but you are having trouble recalling when or why.
- Location
- California USA
- Pronouns
- He
You know the funny thing is, Norton made the laws he made when shaping the world, so that there wouldn't be indiscriminate murder of humans.
Clearly, his rules and laws are not being judicially enforced, and while Joshua is clearly someone who needs to die under those said laws... he hasn't been... or rather hasn't yet, done anything that warrants his death in vampire society besides being born with his soul stitched to a few thousand others.
Plus some little shits tried to fuck around, and they deserved to die when they found out.
Indeed. They really can destroy all of Vampire society if they got the gumshoe to live long enough and get proper training.
- Location
- UK
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Even Norton?
I get the feeling you meant to say gumption.
- Location
- Wherever I feel like being
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] You feel a mix of emotions on the matter. Annoyance is the first that you recognise. These darned kids have come along, disturbed your peace and quiet, brought enemies with them, and will no doubt draw more in the longer they are here. You next note a feeling of nostalgia. Simon and Fraya. Now those are a pair of names you didn't think you'd hear again, let alone have any effect on your present. Hearing them now brings back many a pleasant memory. And you always did think that they'd make a good match. You also feel a small amount of paranoia regarding the boy. He's a threat. There's no point in denying it. When he grows up, when he learns to control his powers, he's going to cause problems. And even if he doesn't trouble you directly, others will no doubt begin to resent you for allowing this trouble maker to develop into an actual issue. Some of the less wise among that number may even act on their resentment. You won't act on your paranoia though. You've made the mistakes of Fool Cronus and the Bard of Avon's Scottish King enough times to know that you have always made your most inconvenient enemies by trying to nip them in the bud. Finally, there is one last feeling that you can't quite find a name for. The presence of these children here in your house, it sparks something within you that was content to lie dormant when you were living alone. You are fairly certain you have felt this feeling before, but you are having trouble recalling when or why.
Sertorius
Rebellious Legate
- Location
- Roma Invicta
Or perhaps he simply doesn't give a crap.
He did leave all that behind and couldn't care less about magic, wizards, blood crusades and whatnot, so long as they don't disturb him. That's not his problem anymore.
[X] You feel a mix of emotions on the matter. Annoyance is the first that you recognise. These darned kids have come along, disturbed your peace and quiet, brought enemies with them, and will no doubt draw more in the longer they are here. You next note a feeling of nostalgia. Simon and Fraya. Now those are a pair of names you didn't think you'd hear again, let alone have any effect on your present. Hearing them now brings back many a pleasant memory. And you always did think that they'd make a good match. You also feel a small amount of paranoia regarding the boy. He's a threat. There's no point in denying it. When he grows up, when he learns to control his powers, he's going to cause problems. And even if he doesn't trouble you directly, others will no doubt begin to resent you for allowing this trouble maker to develop into an actual issue. Some of the less wise among that number may even act on their resentment. You won't act on your paranoia though. You've made the mistakes of Fool Cronus and the Bard of Avon's Scottish King enough times to know that you have always made your most inconvenient enemies by trying to nip them in the bud. Finally, there is one last feeling that you can't quite find a name for. The presence of these children here in your house, it sparks something within you that was content to lie dormant when you were living alone. You are fairly certain you have felt this feeling before, but you are having trouble recalling when or why.
Solarstream
It's all in the cards
- Location
- Zombie World
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] You feel a mix of emotions on the matter. Annoyance is the first that you recognise. These darned kids have come along, disturbed your peace and quiet, brought enemies with them, and will no doubt draw more in the longer they are here. You next note a feeling of nostalgia. Simon and Fraya. Now those are a pair of names you didn't think you'd hear again, let alone have any effect on your present. Hearing them now brings back many a pleasant memory. And you always did think that they'd make a good match. You also feel a small amount of paranoia regarding the boy. He's a threat. There's no point in denying it. When he grows up, when he learns to control his powers, he's going to cause problems. And even if he doesn't trouble you directly, others will no doubt begin to resent you for allowing this trouble maker to develop into an actual issue. Some of the less wise among that number may even act on their resentment. You won't act on your paranoia though. You've made the mistakes of Fool Cronus and the Bard of Avon's Scottish King enough times to know that you have always made your most inconvenient enemies by trying to nip them in the bud. Finally, there is one last feeling that you can't quite find a name for. The presence of these children here in your house, it sparks something within you that was content to lie dormant when you were living alone. You are fairly certain you have felt this feeling before, but you are having trouble recalling when or why.
- Location
- California USA
- Pronouns
- He
I mean yes.
Norton has old age and experience.
But Joshua has the raw power to match him if he got trained. Which is why most are killed when they are young untrained and by people who were specifically trained to kill them.
It's why Norton mopped the floor with those hunters. They were not trained to deal with him.
Unfortunately by the power of the universe fucking him over it's about to be.
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The use of the word paranoia implies a level of irrationality to the fear, while this fear is fairly reasonable I'd say.
They did say thousands of souls. While Norton is powerful, he's also out of practice. TBH I don't know that letting the kid live is strictly morally superior to killing him. Even if the kid doesn't want to kill, there's thousands of people who might have something to say about that.
That doesn't mean we can't make circumstances drag us kicking and screaming out of it.
- Location
- California USA
- Pronouns
- He
Norton isn't out of practice more that he's being very restrained with how he uses his powers for the safety of everyone around him.
Cause he could kill an entire town by accident.
That's the power level he's at.
At this point Norton is about halfway through thinking that some idiot is going to ruin his retiernment and he is not happy about it
Sertorius
Rebellious Legate
- Location
- Roma Invicta
To Norton,
How's retirement treating you? You probably could use some excitement, so expect a swift visit.
Sincerely,
The Sea People
- Location
- California USA
- Pronouns
- He
They don't go by that name anymore.
The vampires that were part of them I should say.
They go by the Brotherhood of Eternal life.
Because they really want to rub it into Nortons face that they think they can live longer then him.
Sertorius
Rebellious Legate
- Location
- Roma Invicta
That's why Norton insists to still call them the Sea People (ever since having a laugh after learning that term from the human books later, while he obviously knows their real name), while an individual is called Seaman.
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Wait are you talking about the scuba vampires? The ones that make aquatic cave diving too dangerous?
- Location
- California USA
- Pronouns
- He
More like the ones that wanted to destroy nortons civilizations for shits and giggles.
Many survived and it's very easy for them to just… get going.
By hiding like the bitches they are because if Norton sees he'll kill them
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Sertorius
Rebellious Legate
- Location
- Roma Invicta
I can just hear him already: "It's always the Sea People! Why does it have to be the Sea People?"
Two Old Monsters
- Location
- Wherever I feel like being
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Two Old Monsters
The vampire turned, resplendent in his sharply cut silk suit and the accesories, each one costing more than many people would make in a year. His face was shockingly old but still retained an aristocratic sharpness. He casually sipped at a snifter in his hand, the fluid in it a brownish burgundy. "Hundred year-old Scotch. Laid this down when I was doing a bit of slumming in the 1800s." Across from him, in the richly decorated hall, two mortal children carefully hovering behind him, Norton scoffed, wearing his own well-worn and comfortable tweed jacket and jumper with all the grace of a king.
"I'm sure that the taste is impressive, but I'm here because I need to call in a marker, Dionysus." The children kept Norton between themselves and the odd man with the strangely kaleidoscopic eyes. There was an undeniable tension in the room, two old monsters going through an old, old formality.
The vampire that had reveled in his role pretending to be a god of wine and madness hundreds of years before the name "Jesus of Nazareth" had ever been uttered, narrowed his eyes.
"Ah, I see it's one of those meetings. You really do need to learn how to enjoy life more, Thoth." For a very brief moment, Norton's shadow contorted, his head gaining the gaping maw and fangs of a baboon.
The vampire turned, resplendent in his sharply cut silk suit and the accesories, each one costing more than many people would make in a year. His face was shockingly old but still retained an aristocratic sharpness. He casually sipped at a snifter in his hand, the fluid in it a brownish burgundy. "Hundred year-old Scotch. Laid this down when I was doing a bit of slumming in the 1800s." Across from him, in the richly decorated hall, two mortal children carefully hovering behind him, Norton scoffed, wearing his own well-worn and comfortable tweed jacket and jumper with all the grace of a king.
"I'm sure that the taste is impressive, but I'm here because I need to call in a marker, Dionysus." The children kept Norton between themselves and the odd man with the strangely kaleidoscopic eyes. There was an undeniable tension in the room, two old monsters going through an old, old formality.
The vampire that had reveled in his role pretending to be a god of wine and madness hundreds of years before the name "Jesus of Nazareth" had ever been uttered, narrowed his eyes.
"Ah, I see it's one of those meetings. You really do need to learn how to enjoy life more, Thoth." For a very brief moment, Norton's shadow contorted, his head gaining the gaping maw and fangs of a baboon.
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Did you mean: Norton
- Location
- Wherever I feel like being
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Damnit, I thought I'd caught all of those. Thanks.
- Location
- California USA
- Pronouns
- He
Due to the length, I cannot do much more then say this.
Norton's allies will eventually appear.
Problem he might have to get back to involved with the game.
Huh I didn't even think about him having allies. I'm so used to protagonists starting with no meaningful allies.
- Location
- Wherever I feel like being
- Pronouns
- He/Him
It was merely a brief blurb of a scene that wanted to escape from my mind. Sorry I didn't flesh it out further.
Vote closed
A New Joy
- Location
- California USA
- Pronouns
- He
A New Joy:
You feel a mix of emotions on the matter. Annoyance is the first that you recognize. These darned kids have come along, disturbed your peace and quiet, brought enemies with them, and will no doubt draw more in the longer they are here. You next note a feeling of nostalgia. Simon and Fraya. Now those are a pair of names you didn't think you'd hear again, let alone have any effect on your present. Hearing them now brings back many a pleasant memory. And you always did think that they'd make a good match. You also feel a small amount of paranoia regarding the boy. He's a threat. There's no point in denying it. When he grows up, when he learns to control his powers, he's going to cause problems. And even if he doesn't trouble you directly, others will no doubt begin to resent you for allowing this trouble maker to develop into an actual issue. Some of the less wise among that number may even act on their resentment. You won't act on your paranoia though. You've made the mistakes of Fool Cronus and the Bard of Avon's Scottish King enough times to know that you have always made your most inconvenient enemies by trying to nip them in the bud. Finally, there is one last feeling that you can't quite find a name for. The presence of these children here in your house, it sparks something within you that was content to lie dormant when you were living alone. You are fairly certain you have felt this feeling before, but you are having trouble recalling when or why.
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You were annoyed because your retirement was going to be postponed.
Again. That was to be expected. The bloody 80s were the first time that you tried to go to retirement, and chose poorly, letting you get bloody caught up in the damn local vampire clans and the whole political mess that was to be. That was the simple thing that was going to just be meant to be dealt with. You settled things there, and then you could retire, relax, and enjoy your old age in peace for a time.
Of course, it being a city, a dirty one filled with vampires and politicians and just plain old evil, it was never going to work. That was your first mistake.
And then there was Simon and Fraya deciding that they wanted to be heroes of old, instead of normal children, and they barged into your home and thought that they were going to protect you from the evil of the city because they were blasted children who thought you were a wise old wizard desperate to learn from you so that they could do good.
You never tried to stop them and found their childishness and their ability to help you for nothing but just some training, a place to stay, and help. You let them into your life because they were… well young, impressionable, and above all else…
Different. Sure they had some magical powers or just plain old stubbornness, but that was normal for you. They understood you. They understood that you were different, and even when they realized your true presence and powers, did not think of you as a monster.
Different yes… dangerous, certainly. But not a threat. Even as you helped them understand their own feelings for each other…. They always treated you in kind.
You became something to them, something that you had never been for a long time.
That was your second mistake. Falling for the mortal trap of friendship and otherness. Becoming something you are not.
Maybe that was why you were here. You were… trying to be something you were not.
Maybe you were becoming what you always wanted to be, but your own mind never gave up.
Joshua was a threat, and it was not out of idle or well-worn paranoia or worry. The Laws were clear. He was the new… whatever the hell it was called, Avatar, that blasted girl was going to get to you with her strange words and sudden knowledge… You had killed hundreds of children in your time, many would never see their 21st birthday… most never even saw their 15th.
Many died hunted like dogs… eaten by you or your kin, for the simple crime of existing with that kind of power.
You had harmed them, you destroyed them, and you were not going to get forgiveness from them.
But that did not matter now.
A third mistake… dare you say a grave one…
But not the final fatal one.
You were alone.
This house, this town, these people only saw a part of you. A part you wanted to have. But… it was also a part that was as fake as the wood on your door… the smile on your face.
It would be easy, to kill everyone here… and it would be like nothing happened to you.
But with these children…
Those two children that reminded you of your friends. Your friends who were now long dead and sent them to you.
They trusted you, despite leaving them, despite all but shattering what you had built. Enough to send their children to you.
You took a breath, a long one.
They would stay… for now. Until they are ready.
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Mary was quiet as the sun began to set. She had slept most of the day and was waiting for you. "Are there more coming?" She asked. "Is it going to be safe enough to-"
"Tonight? Yes. We shall get your belongings… and after that… we may have to prepare you for life here." You replied.
"Prepare?" She asked. "Norton as much as we-"
"I demand it." You whispered. You may not like this. But it was for her own good.
"Demand?" She asked.
"I have rules I will commit you and Joshua too. And while you are both with me, you will follow them, because to not, may kill you. But for now, let's just… get to your belongings. I will talk to you tomorrow about those rules."
"Do we have to wear black?" She asked.
"What no, in this climate, you're going to cook in here, and not in the good way!" You protested.
"There is a good way to cook?" She asked.
"Try getting thrown into a bronze bull, with a brazier under it and get cooked alive… it's not fun and the greeks were bastards for that. At least rome didn't do that!"
She paused. "You were cooked alive?"
"At least they didn't realize that the bronze they placed me in kept me alive until darkness fell and I ran away to plot my revenge. Damn Sea People."
"What do the sea People have to do with the Greeks burning you alive?" She asked. "Also, how old are you?"
"It has everything to do with the sea people, my sworn enemies… you know for a time, I thought the native americans were the sea people that burned down my empire… and got carried away plotting against them." You said.
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The Car:D4 => 3
"Oh my god." She whispered as she saw her trashed car. "That was my mom's car. And everything that dad had."
It was blacked out and destroyed smoking from the explosives and bullets that was used.
Everything was burnt and gone.
Except…
Norton Perception: D20 => 12
"My dear, look again. My seal did the job." You then tapped it and the magical seal disappeared, and the car appeared as normal. "Can you let me in?"
She then unlocked the door and you got in. It was filled with suitcases and lots of books. "Occult, science fiction… first editions?" You then saw movies and hard drives. "My god, do you have anything useful?"
"The trunk has something." She said. "But Dad put a bomb in it, and I can't remember the passcode."
You then sighed, walked out, and looked at the code. "It's your mother's birthday. He's too damn sentimental." You typed in Fraya's birthday and the trunk opened.
Then you saw the gold… the guns… and felt the magic.
"Well damn, he actually got the infinite ammo seal to work. We were working on that for a decade before I left."
"Huh, infinite ammo," Mary said as she then realized that the trunk was open. "Oh damn… I thought I lost this."
You then saw her move you slowly to pull out a very old, and very worn… Hammer.
Norton Knowledge Roll:D20 => 17
"Where did you get Mjolnor, an ancient weapon of the old gods? People I personally killed?!" you asked.
"Found it while panning for gold in Alaska." She replied as she picked it up and twirled it effortlessly.
Huh… so that's where it landed? You thought it was in Siberia. Seems you were wrong. He did have a good arm in the end. Sure it was gone but that effort. "And does it still work? Does it still generate lightning and thunder?"
"Nope." She replied. "But it cracks skulls all the same. Really easy to use too."
Then you both began to ride back to your home.
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You feel a mix of emotions on the matter. Annoyance is the first that you recognize. These darned kids have come along, disturbed your peace and quiet, brought enemies with them, and will no doubt draw more in the longer they are here. You next note a feeling of nostalgia. Simon and Fraya. Now those are a pair of names you didn't think you'd hear again, let alone have any effect on your present. Hearing them now brings back many a pleasant memory. And you always did think that they'd make a good match. You also feel a small amount of paranoia regarding the boy. He's a threat. There's no point in denying it. When he grows up, when he learns to control his powers, he's going to cause problems. And even if he doesn't trouble you directly, others will no doubt begin to resent you for allowing this trouble maker to develop into an actual issue. Some of the less wise among that number may even act on their resentment. You won't act on your paranoia though. You've made the mistakes of Fool Cronus and the Bard of Avon's Scottish King enough times to know that you have always made your most inconvenient enemies by trying to nip them in the bud. Finally, there is one last feeling that you can't quite find a name for. The presence of these children here in your house, it sparks something within you that was content to lie dormant when you were living alone. You are fairly certain you have felt this feeling before, but you are having trouble recalling when or why.
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You were annoyed because your retirement was going to be postponed.
Again. That was to be expected. The bloody 80s were the first time that you tried to go to retirement, and chose poorly, letting you get bloody caught up in the damn local vampire clans and the whole political mess that was to be. That was the simple thing that was going to just be meant to be dealt with. You settled things there, and then you could retire, relax, and enjoy your old age in peace for a time.
Of course, it being a city, a dirty one filled with vampires and politicians and just plain old evil, it was never going to work. That was your first mistake.
And then there was Simon and Fraya deciding that they wanted to be heroes of old, instead of normal children, and they barged into your home and thought that they were going to protect you from the evil of the city because they were blasted children who thought you were a wise old wizard desperate to learn from you so that they could do good.
You never tried to stop them and found their childishness and their ability to help you for nothing but just some training, a place to stay, and help. You let them into your life because they were… well young, impressionable, and above all else…
Different. Sure they had some magical powers or just plain old stubbornness, but that was normal for you. They understood you. They understood that you were different, and even when they realized your true presence and powers, did not think of you as a monster.
Different yes… dangerous, certainly. But not a threat. Even as you helped them understand their own feelings for each other…. They always treated you in kind.
You became something to them, something that you had never been for a long time.
That was your second mistake. Falling for the mortal trap of friendship and otherness. Becoming something you are not.
Maybe that was why you were here. You were… trying to be something you were not.
Maybe you were becoming what you always wanted to be, but your own mind never gave up.
Joshua was a threat, and it was not out of idle or well-worn paranoia or worry. The Laws were clear. He was the new… whatever the hell it was called, Avatar, that blasted girl was going to get to you with her strange words and sudden knowledge… You had killed hundreds of children in your time, many would never see their 21st birthday… most never even saw their 15th.
Many died hunted like dogs… eaten by you or your kin, for the simple crime of existing with that kind of power.
You had harmed them, you destroyed them, and you were not going to get forgiveness from them.
But that did not matter now.
A third mistake… dare you say a grave one…
But not the final fatal one.
You were alone.
This house, this town, these people only saw a part of you. A part you wanted to have. But… it was also a part that was as fake as the wood on your door… the smile on your face.
It would be easy, to kill everyone here… and it would be like nothing happened to you.
But with these children…
Those two children that reminded you of your friends. Your friends who were now long dead and sent them to you.
They trusted you, despite leaving them, despite all but shattering what you had built. Enough to send their children to you.
You took a breath, a long one.
They would stay… for now. Until they are ready.
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Mary was quiet as the sun began to set. She had slept most of the day and was waiting for you. "Are there more coming?" She asked. "Is it going to be safe enough to-"
"Tonight? Yes. We shall get your belongings… and after that… we may have to prepare you for life here." You replied.
"Prepare?" She asked. "Norton as much as we-"
"I demand it." You whispered. You may not like this. But it was for her own good.
"Demand?" She asked.
"I have rules I will commit you and Joshua too. And while you are both with me, you will follow them, because to not, may kill you. But for now, let's just… get to your belongings. I will talk to you tomorrow about those rules."
"Do we have to wear black?" She asked.
"What no, in this climate, you're going to cook in here, and not in the good way!" You protested.
"There is a good way to cook?" She asked.
"Try getting thrown into a bronze bull, with a brazier under it and get cooked alive… it's not fun and the greeks were bastards for that. At least rome didn't do that!"
She paused. "You were cooked alive?"
"At least they didn't realize that the bronze they placed me in kept me alive until darkness fell and I ran away to plot my revenge. Damn Sea People."
"What do the sea People have to do with the Greeks burning you alive?" She asked. "Also, how old are you?"
"It has everything to do with the sea people, my sworn enemies… you know for a time, I thought the native americans were the sea people that burned down my empire… and got carried away plotting against them." You said.
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The Car:D4 => 3
"Oh my god." She whispered as she saw her trashed car. "That was my mom's car. And everything that dad had."
It was blacked out and destroyed smoking from the explosives and bullets that was used.
Everything was burnt and gone.
Except…
Norton Perception: D20 => 12
"My dear, look again. My seal did the job." You then tapped it and the magical seal disappeared, and the car appeared as normal. "Can you let me in?"
She then unlocked the door and you got in. It was filled with suitcases and lots of books. "Occult, science fiction… first editions?" You then saw movies and hard drives. "My god, do you have anything useful?"
"The trunk has something." She said. "But Dad put a bomb in it, and I can't remember the passcode."
You then sighed, walked out, and looked at the code. "It's your mother's birthday. He's too damn sentimental." You typed in Fraya's birthday and the trunk opened.
Then you saw the gold… the guns… and felt the magic.
"Well damn, he actually got the infinite ammo seal to work. We were working on that for a decade before I left."
"Huh, infinite ammo," Mary said as she then realized that the trunk was open. "Oh damn… I thought I lost this."
You then saw her move you slowly to pull out a very old, and very worn… Hammer.
Norton Knowledge Roll:D20 => 17
"Where did you get Mjolnor, an ancient weapon of the old gods? People I personally killed?!" you asked.
"Found it while panning for gold in Alaska." She replied as she picked it up and twirled it effortlessly.
Huh… so that's where it landed? You thought it was in Siberia. Seems you were wrong. He did have a good arm in the end. Sure it was gone but that effort. "And does it still work? Does it still generate lightning and thunder?"
"Nope." She replied. "But it cracks skulls all the same. Really easy to use too."
Then you both began to ride back to your home.
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