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A Supernatural Horror game inspired by The Vampire Diaries and The Originals using a modified version of Vampire the Masquerade 5th edition

Game System

World of Darkness



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The Shadows

A Game of Supernatural Horror

Using the System Rules Of





This is not the World of Darkness. This is my World. It is a world full of the Supernatural, of Good and Evil, Sacred and Profane. At it's heart is the City of New Orleans, which will be our setting.

The City and it's environs are controlled and fought over by three factions of supernatural beings Vampires, Werewolves, and Witches, as well as by the Mortal Humans, some who know of the supernatural, and some who don't.

The Players, you, will be Vampires, Werewolves and Witches Just not the same kind your used to playing. Even though we will be using the systems (modified) found in Vampire the Masquerade 5th Edition we will not be using the setting. None of it. Our Vampires have no clans, our werewolves do not have bonds with spirit and are not warriors of some spirit god called Gaia, our Witches are not mages who shape reality with spheres and are on a quest to awaken humanity. Our protagonist are different, their origins are not those of the ones found in the WoD games but are instead based on, or more properly, inspired by the Vampires, Witches, and Werewolves found in the television shows The Vampire Diaries and The Originals. But this is not a recreation of those shows or books either, while they have inspired me and I am copying some of the situations and some of the supernatural background, I will not be using the characters from that property. This is MY version of those worlds and y'all are invited to play in it.


  1. What's new in this game
  2. Meave gave Karen a 'the hell?!' look as the older woman reined in her outburst with a blush. Between last night's hunt, the haunting or whatever, and the revelation that one in six people who operated a magic-related store in the city might be the real deal, she needed a taste of normal, inane and careless though it was. One in six? She was hoping more like one in a hundred, especially with the damned leeches taking Karen's trade as literally as one could take it atop the mix. The city felt increasingly less safe to her. Maybe staying with Dan wouldn't be so bad..? Let tongues wag, he was a *very* good catch if she was honest with herself, and she could always rent a motel room for business purposes if that came to that... Still, that was tomorrow, she had to check this clue out now. "I'm guessing they go one of the local high schools, Meave?" the dark-eyed Californian asked, already plugging the search for 'New Orleans Letterman Jackets' into her phone just in case, a smile dancing on her lips in amusement at her own enthusiasm, "If so, another link to our mystery before we swing out see how Melody is doing."
  3. Dan grunted in acknowledgement. "Before I address everything else, you need to go see Miss Emily, she was worried about you. What happened last night, it happened. It don't change that you and I are family, and always will be Cabe. I'm sorry I didn't see another way to handle it, but I am glad we're both still alive." His peace said about the events of the night, he looked back to the diner. "Hell of a mess this bitch left, and I can feel it, smell it on the air, she ain't done by half." As they spoke quietly, he looked over to the deputies who were doing their own work. "Do we know if she at least did this in her wolf form? I mean she couldn't be dumb enough to have gone off like this in human form, nowadays they'd have her run to ground pretty fast if she showed in a city, normally." "So, we need to at least know what the video shows, and then we can start trying to find her, discreetly. if that don't work, then I guess we'll have to let the Crescents know we've got another Lonewolf on the prowl." The look on his face was quite distasteful, he wasn't looking forward to having to do that, but he'd not put it off too long. This new wolf was a true apex predator, and the Crescents were still Werewolves too, they deserved to be kept in the loop. The entire time he spoke with Cabe, he kept his voice low, so that no one would overhear them.
  4. "I'm not surprised," Marko chuckled nervously. He wasnt nervous in the slightest but he'd spent centuries faking the human condition for moments just like these. "With the passing of their Great-Great, there's been a lot of paperwork in the shuffle. Transference of custody, estate transfer, school records. We've been sitting on a mountain of paperwork for a about a week now. Chances are the boarding school they were at was late in sending it." "That's sort of the conundrum we find ourselves in at that moment, by law I can't have these ladies out of school, but that same law says they can't attend without the records." Getting the records would be no problem, but that would take time they didn't have if the girls were living at the Angelo Estate in violation of state law. That drew attention, and with spies everywhere in New Orleans, even the minor issues like truancy and not having custody of the girls were all things that could be used as weapons against the Angelo siblings. Thankfully, they'd been fighting this 'war' longer than most in the city. "At the very least, if enrolling them isn't an option, Miss, please tell me it's Miss," he flirted with a charming smile. "Lamoin, then at the very least we can tell the state we at made the effort before the records got here." "Please," Ms. Lamoin said, returning the smile. She wasn'He ret wooed by any stretch of the imagination, but she had to credit him for the gumption. "Call me Donna." Cheyenne arced a brow and snottily added, "Can he call you 'Onna' for now and just give you the 'D' later?" Eyes widened as Abigail thrust her hand in her sisters face so face there was an audible 'pop' as it covered the hole her sister was using to simulate communication. "Oh, my, god... Ms. Lamoin I an so sorry for the both of us, she didn't... she has a... sometimes... she... uhh..." "Outside." Marko said calmly. They exited the office for a moment and as he excused them he closed the door. Lowering himself to Ceyenne's eyes level he smiled. "Okay, first, that amazing. Ill timed, but hilarious. Bump it," he raised his fist and Cheyenne bumped it with an evil smirk. "Now, I need you two-" "Us two?" Abigail chimed in. "She's the one acting like a child and blowing our chances at getting into a good school," Marko and Cheyenne looked around the office that looked like it hadn't seen a makeover since the 50s. They looked at her. "Okay, fine, a school... but still." "I need you to sit out here and let me handle this," he looked to Cheyenne. "And quit being an ass hat. You get in first, then you start running the place." He walked back into her office, a bashful smile on his face. "Wow, I am... I am so sorry for that. She's a handful. Been acting out a lot since she got the bad news, plus the move and the new school. Poor girl is going through quite a bit," he offered an awkward chuckle. "Holy shit, he's good," Cheyenna said with her pressed to the wall just outside the office. "Abby... I think I have found my Pi Mei... I must learn his ways." Abigail hit her sister, backhanding her as a warning to quit. It wasn't hard, just that hit siblings give when they don't want one to get the other in trouble too. "Great, yeah, now quit. I swear Che, if you mess this up. I mean, you get it right? We don't have anywhere else to go... we have no money, no food... you're gonna make either him or Cara mad and they're gonna get tired of it and toss us out. What then? Hmm?" "So here's my proposal, Ms. Lamoin," the ancient vampire smiled. "I was hoping we could get the girls enrolled now, and since their records are three, maybe five business days out, once they arrive I will deliver them personally. Is that something we can do?"
  5. BENJAMIN FRANKLIN HIGH SCHOOL GENTILLY The muscle car drew stares as it pulled into the guest parking slot nearest the entrance to the school. Marko glanced at the girls in the backseat via the rear view mirror. “Now let me do the talking, and follow my lead. I know you two don't want to be here but really it's best for you and we need to blend in.” The girls nodded agreement not happy but not totally depressed about the situation either. Marko led them inside and found the Office, after a short wait he found himself facing the overweight administrator with the hairdo right out of the nineteen fifties. “Umm I am so sorry Mr Cain but I don't see anything at all for your girls here.” Donna Lamoin shifted her ample posterior in her chair and sat straighter wich pushed her huge bosom out just a little bit more and began shuffling through several stacks of unopened mail. "I don't see anything a'tall here" THE SIMON MAGUS BURLESQUE AND ABSINTHE BAR Cara stopped on the sidewalk outside the witches club and closed her eyes, how did I let myself get caught up in all of this. Her hand slipped into her handbag and reassured herself that the bones were still there wrapped and safe. She hadn't been fond of New Orleans the last time they had lived her enthralled to the twins, and had relished her freedom when they had been sent away never to return. And now here they were. Fools of the ages. She needed a witch and she didn't know any but if what they had said about this place and the witches that owned it then their neutrality meant that they damn well better be able to keep their confidentiality. The bar was sparsely populated at this time of the morning but there were still a few patrons either stubbornly eking out the last of the nights festivities or getting an early start for this coming Fridays offerings. Several employees of the bar were also present a couple sweeping the floors and two behind the bar cleaning and stacking glasses and inventorying bottles. Cara didn't see the pretty boy witch from the day before she hoped that he was here. She went to the bar and smiled at the young African American woman who was showing a lot of skin and polishing a shot glass. “ Hi there.” “Can ah help yah,cher?” The black girl tilted her head and smiled with her smokey eyes. LAUTOULLE'S ALLNITE DINER AND GENERAL STORE Dan stepped from his truck and slammed the door as he looked at the various police vehicles with included the Parish Sheriff, as well as state police he saw Cabe's truck and his cousin talking to the sheriffs deputy of this parish. When Cabe saw him he excused himself and started toward Dan who met him half way. “Hello cous, I wasn't expecting your call today.” “Yeah well,” Cabe shrugged,”Dis is your problem now and not a good one. De wolf from last night she done been here and kilt half a dozen pople jus tore em apart last night. She wasn't feeding cous, she was just killin.” Cabe was talking low. “No one discovered anything till dis morning a trucker stopped for breakfast. He didn't call da sheriff he called the state police. They dispatched a car before calling Maurice. So coverin dis up already out the fucking window. Maurice called me once he saw dis mess. He knowed what it was even if he ain't blood.” Cabe put his hand on Dan's arm and leans in close.”They gots security video cous.” THE FRENCH QUARTER NEW ORLEANS Karen had parked the car and her an Meave weaved through the already busy street on foot. It was a lot to take in the street vendors selling souvenirs, the portrait painters the fortune tellers. It was as if everything was a bout the supernatural here. “Don't you worry It's what the tourists expect, I was the same way when I first came here couldn't believe how open it was but most of them are just fakes maybe one out of six really has a clue.” said Meave as she led her new friend through the crowd. Karen had decided that she needed to find a place to live on her own and after Dan had gotten a call from his cousin Meave had volunteered to take her in the city to find a room or and apartment. They had gotten a few likely addresses for rooms to rent off the internet and had set out. They had visited a couple of places that were affordable and would do but neither had clicked with Karen so they had a few addresses in the quarter to check out. Meave had told her that these places would be more expensive but Karen had just shrugged. “We can at least look.” Karen saw a street painter painting a portrait of a young girl that reminded her of her daughter when some one passed in front of her and a flash of colors captured her eyes. She spun grasping Meave's arm. “That jacket!” She said to the younger girl as she pointed at a group of older teenagers walking away from them all of them wearing Letterman jackets. “My dad had a jacket like that!”
  6. THE MARSH Karen pulled a knit hat out of the pocket of her outer jacket as soon as she zipped it up, breath misting in the early morning air. Ouuuf. Cold. The Californian native did not relish it and waking up in her birthday suit was not endearing the Louisiana weather to her. Hugging herself against the chill, she closed the gap to where she had stashed the cooler, popping it open and fishing out a sandwich. Salivating at the smell of human food after the half-remembered taste of raw deer and sensation of warm blood lapping down her tongue, Karen paused as her eyes took in the sorry sight of some of the pack, particularly those who had used the Juice. The sheer misery and huddling against the sunlight of those werewolves made her glad she had passed on the noxious cocktail. Then an unfortunately timed thought made her lower the sandwich. Damn it. The game called. She was looking forward to one of having one of those, too. The sandwich went back in it's baggie, and the baggie back in the cooler. She fetched out a couple water bottles and started making the rounds of the gathering, offering water to the afflicted and pointing them in the direction of her stash if they seemed mobile.
  7. THE SIMON MAGUS BURLESQUE AND ABSINTHE BAR MORNING  "Hard to say." The signs of tiredness showed in Darrik's eyes as he closed the safe door and the tumblers slid into place as he locked it shut. "Intuition says yeah, not a coincidence. But we don't know more beyond what it sounds like. And that only the supernaturals really picked up on it. Silver lining, we're raking it in." He chuckled, but it was a rather hollow one. That was the thing about neutral ground this past day. The nexus for omens of bad news, but not enough knowledge to be able to do something about it. Darrik decided to pick a topic they could deal with. "The Regent. Her request. Your grimoire, how do you want to play this, Dominique?"
  8. "Well, we didn't want you to listen in, but since you have, what's done is done." Cara looked at her little brother as if to say 'that's it?' The old Marko would have offered up something, a threat a terror inducing anecdote, something. He poured himself a cup of coffee and snatched up a sausage from the plate, pinching it with his fingers and he nibbled off a bite. "Chill, sis," he shrugged and sipped his coffee with a smile. "Look, if they're going to be care takers, they're going to have to learn this shit eventually, right? The more they know now, the less this shit will bake their noodle later." "Oh, man this is awesome. This is like the Vampire game I play online. See there are thirteen clans of vampires all descended from Caine who was cursed by god- OW!" Cheyenne held the side of her head where Marko had flicked her ear. "Yeah, shut up dip shit, no one cares." He flicked her again, making her head 'thump' and she winced in pain while giggling slightly. "And that's for the ironic cereal." "You're such a dick, I swear!" She spun about and threw a sausage from the plate at him which hit him in the chest. She looked to Cara and fumed. "How do you tolerate him?" Cara managed a chuckle, although still looking really serious. "It's taken years. Marko, you wanna tell them the news?" "What news?" Abigail asked, cupping her coffee mug in her hands. Marko smirked. The girls were apparently his responsibility since Cara was not for the idea of them staying there, she felt it was too dangerous, but her brother was vehement that they had an obligation to care for the sisters due to their promise. Both the vampire sibling knew they would be debating this until the sisters were old and gray and it was long irreverent. "Get dressed, girls. We're getting you registered for school." Cheyenne spun around on her stool and looked at Marko. "Oh, come one, that's bullshit! We live with vampires, you guys have been everywhere and done all kinds of stuff. Why can't you teach us?" Cheyenne held her ear again and Cara flicked it. "Language. We don't have time-" "You have nothing but time!" She spun about and yelled at Cara, suddenly realizing what we did and got tight lipped real quick. She grasped her other ear as Marko flicked it. "OW!" "Sorry, I have no real reason for that one, it just seemed fun." He pushed off the counter. "Look, we're not sitting through complaints or bullshit, okay? You're going to school whether you want to or we have to compel you to." "But we don't have records," Cheyenne was doing her pest to put up a fight. Abigail was smirking, admiring the fight in her sister but knowing that "It'll take weeks to get them! Oh, darn!" "Not a problem. That's where compelling the staff comes in, "Marko smiled again. "Now, get dressed. Go." They didn't seem motivated until the veins around his darkened and his fangs grew. "Now." They screamed and bolted faster than the sibling vampires using celerity and were out of the kitchen and dashing up stairs. His sister looked at him, still not pleased with his decision to allow them to stay. "Nice." Cara laughed softly. "You know it's not that I don't care, Marko, it's just," she sighed. "It's dangerous here. They so young, and this city is a mess." "I know, Cara," Makro nodded as he approached his sister and wrapped an arm around her for an early morning hug. Cara's expression was one of 'this is nice' and 'who are you and where's my bother'. Since when had Marko hug anyone in the last... oh, century. "If they had anywhere else to go, I'd turn them away, but they don't. Besides, raising kids'll be fun." "Meaning this is going to be a fiasco of Marko proportions." She added dryly. "Most likely." He replied with a Deadpool sweetness to his voice.
  9. THE ANGELO ESTATE Abigail visibly paled under Cara's gaze. "We weren't eavesdropping, at least not on purpose," Cheyenne said taking the heat off her big sister as she pointed at the wall by the refrigerator, "someone left the intercom on." The vampires looked at the device the girl slurping her cereal was pointing at then at each other. Cara tilted her head as if asking WTF. Marko just shook his head, "We have an intercom?" "Uncle Jer had it installed right after we moved in before... before he passed. It was so he could call us if he needed anything." "So you two decided to use it to listen to a private conversation?" "No!" Abigail cried moving to stand by her sister. "I swear it was on when we got upstairs. I thought you had turned it on," she said looking at Marko keeping her eyes away from Cara, "that you wanted us to hear."
  10. THE MARSH DAWN Dan was looking for Cabe, but more than likely he left in the middle of the night. The old Alpha didn't stick around once a new Alpha had Risen. Still, he was family, blood even, and Dan hadn't wanted him to leave. Hell, he hadn't wanted to challenge him but it was the only way. With only Emily, Karen, and Maeve near enough to hear, he answered the older woman. Normally those who weren't Changed, didn't ask much of the affairs of those who were, but he wasn't going to snub one of his only sources for more information. "I don't know where Cabe is, more than likely he left some time after we came back here. I know he made it, but I didn't mind what he did after that. I probably should have." Dan answered her. "What that was last night, was another wolf, one like Colby, only female, with what looked like a blue flame marking on her side. She came to the killing field, And goaded Cabe into nearly making a horrible decision. Emily she was huge, easily bigger than Cabe and I combined, and then some, and there was this sort of primal fear. Only Maeve, Cabe, Karen, and I even stood when she came near. She never paid Cabe any mind, but focused on me. I took the only action I could to stop it, and when Cabe snapped at me, I struck back, challenging and defeating him." He held Emily's gaze, and sighed. "After that, I had Karen offer her some of the Kill, which she did accept, before loosing that Primal Howl and vanishing." His voice which was already low enough so that only those right there could hear, dropped lower. "She smelled of human blood when she showed up. Considering we were on a whole herd of freshly killed deer, It's telling that I could tell that too." He looked at her. "Do you know of another Elder, a female one?"
  11. “What's an original?” Cara sighed and went to the cereal box, tilting it back a little to get a closer look at the ridiculous character adorning the front. "Not one of these," she chuckled. Such an innocent witness to such a dangerous question. Without looking away from the box, she then said, "The only reason you know to ask that question is that you were listening to our conversation with our guest last night. Our private discussion." Finally glancing up to meet Abigail's eyes, Cara went on, "Normally I would not reward a breach of trust with an answer...but to try to keep you from foolishly asking someone else, I will say this." "As we are to you, an original is to us. We are old, strong, fast and hungry. They are older, stronger, faster...and vastly, rapaciously hungry. We are dangerous, they are deadly. They know nothing of kindness...of decency by any human standard...and your first, best line of defense against them is that you are not anywhere near them, and that no one knows that you've ever heard of them." "If either of those things is no longer true, then you are in danger that even Marko or I may not be able to save you from. Do you understand?"
  12. “HOLD MY BEER” THE MARSH DAWN The dream of teeth and the memory of that terrifying howl gave way to pink tinged rivers which Karen's mind slowly realized were the veins in her eyelids. She blinked and pushed herself up into a sitting position looking around her. Others were starting to wake as well. The pain and stress of changing into the wolf was forgotten and the blessing of sleep had masked what ever pain turning back did to them, one of the blessings of the change that no one ever had to go through the process in reverse unless forced to. Meave was still asleep curled into a nearby ball Dan who had been between them was already up and partially dressed, well he had his pants on at least. Others were getting up and starting to dress. Karen noticed her clothes lying beside her and Maeves beside the youngster as well. Some one had placed all the wolves clothes near them so they would have them when they awoke. Again she looked around but didn't see anyone but the ones who had run with them last night. Dan Had woke a few of the others had woke about the same time. He slipped on his jeans and got up. The kin had brought their clothes and laid them out as usualy. His memory was foggy for a few minute he had dreamed about a white wolf with a blue flash on her side. Dan shook the dream from his head and walk around the pack make sure those who were awake were okay and taking a count. Only one was missing, Cabe. He saw that most every one was waking now and looked back at Karen who was up getting dress, Meave was sitting up rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Dan started that way and saw that Emily was coming into the clearing she looked around and spotted Dan and joined him by the girls. “Dan Hawkins,” she gave him a quizzical appraisal. She may not have been triggered but she was perceptive and knew that he was the one to go too now. “What was that? We all heard it something came around us but nobody saw anything.Scared most half out of their wits. And what happened to Cabe?” THE ANGELO ESTATE MORNING Colby hadn't told them everything and he wasn't going to. Cara had read it in his manner and his eyes. He wasn't afraid of them but he was afraid of whatever had made that ungodly howl. She had had to keep her brother Marco from going after the old werewolf and ripping him apart but she had and that more than anything told her how much of a toll the curse was taking on Marko. She had finally after finishing the bottle of bourbon and half of another gotten him calm enough to sleep and put him to bed. She had not gone directly to her bed after that though she had taken the bones to her private study a room she hadn't been in in almost a hundred years. There she placed them in a box that had been given to her almost five hundred years years before by the man she had thought she had loved, had thought that he had loved her . She briefly looked at the other contents of the magical jewelry box then closed and stepped up to the wall. She placed one end of the box against the wall and whispered a phrase in a language which to the uninitiated would have sounded like Latin. She felt the magic and watched as the box sank into the wall and vanished. It would be safe until she called for the box again, no one could find it there. Vampires don't have hangovers. At least as humans experience them. Marko had drank after the werewolf had left, had drank a lot and he had selpt after as well. Now he came down stairs he was not in a good mood and while not hungover he could still feel the remnants of the strong alcohol working-through his blood. He was hungry and his throat was dry he need something to drink so he went to the kitchen to get some ice for the bourbon he was carrying. And stopped in the doorway “Morning,” Mumbled Cheyenne around a mouthful of cereal which was making crunchy sounds as she chewed, a dribble of milk on her chin. Abigail was standing at the counter by the stove she turned and leaned her butt against the edge as she took a swallow from the oversized mug in her hands. On the counter were eggs, bacon, a loaf of bread, butter and several cooking utensils and a large frying pan. “There's coffee if you want some. Do you guys drink coffee? Or eat food?” “Of course we eat and drink we aren't savages,” Cara said as she stepped around her brother into the kitchen and froze when she too saw what he was staring at. Cheyenne was sitting at he table in a pair of boys boxer shorts and a t-shirt, Abigail was in a bed-robe and presumably a nightgown or pajamas's underneath, well as slippers but that wasn't what they were looking at. Cheyenne was eating cereal with a big box of Count Chocula sitting on the table right next o her bowl. The image of the Count staring right back at the two vampires. “What's an original?” Both vampires shifted their gaze as one to the older girl who sipped her coffee. THE SIMON MAGUS BURLESQUE AND ABSINTHE BAR MORNING The Simon Magus was open 24 hours a day except on Tuesdays and Thursdays when they close for cleaning and deliveries. The club was busiest from about 10:30pm until 4:00 am, then things slacked off until midday. Last night was different. The club had always been a go to place for witches and the occasional werewolf and vampire. It was neutral ground a neutrality enforced by the Queen and unbeknownst to all but the owners by the Ancestors. The howl had been heard by every single creature with a drop of mystical blood in the entire city of New Orleans and it's environs. And it had chilled that blood. The mortals of the city may have felt something may have slept uneasy but they hadn't heard it and so were blissfully unaware of the horror that was now stalking their city. At the Simon Magus, the club had gotten busier and more crowded. Witches who didn't feel safe had come not in one or twos but whole covens had crowded into the venue and the streets in front. Vampires equally freaked out also cam. The club made them feel safe. And with all the supernaturals in attendance so to came the mortals. By the time the place was at and beyond capacity it was like Fat Tuesday and as the sun rose and the dawn washed the streets with a red glow the music still blared, the alcohol flowed and the people danced. “She asked you about my grimoire? But not what she wanted with it?” Asking about a witches grimore was like asking about their sex life...not something that was done unless you were on intimate terms. The crowd had had the two witches running back and forth working harder than they had had to work in months the clubs receipts would be equal to what they normally made in a full month, courtesy of the witches and vampires who were drinking profusely and spending in an attempt to drown their fear. Dom and Darrik had finally managed to take a moment and ducked back into their office. “No, and that was after sitting at the bar for almost three hours. What was that last night,” asked Darrick as he put some cash into the safe. “I don't know, it sounded like a wolf from hell.” Dominique fingered the necklace around her neck, it wasn't magical but had been given to her by her mother before...before she left. “This can't be a coincidence. Can it?”
  13. XP FOR EP01 WHEN THE SAINTS GO MARCHING Dan - 5xp Karen - 5xp Marco - 5xp Cara - 5xp Darrik -5xp Dominique - 3xp
  14. TRAIT COSTS: EXPERIENCE trait experience points Increase Attribute Current level x 5 Increase Skill Current level x 3 New Skill 4 New Specialty 3 Discipline/Power Current level x 5 Advantage 3 per dot Blood Potency/Primal Rage/Channeling Current level x 10 The cost of a dot varies depending on what type of dot it is and how many dots you already have in that Trait. The Trait Costs table provides these costs.
  15. THE ROUSE CHECK Every time a vampire rises each sunset, calls upon vampiric powers, or stirs their Blood some other way, they risk rousing their Hunger. When a vampire surges Blood into their Attributes, takes on the Blush of Life, or mends their damaged body (pp. 218-219), the rules call for a Rouse Check. Activating most Discipline powers also comes with the price of at least one Rouse Check (see Disciplines, pp. 243-287). Other Supernaturals have similar requirements and their Traits are Sense of Self for Werewolves and Temptations for Witches. To make a Rouse Check, the player rolls a single die. As always, a result of 6 or higher succeeds. On a success, the supernatural's control remains unchanged. On a failure, the supernatural gains 1 more point of the Domineering Control trait (Hunger for Vampires, Sense of Self for Werewolves, and Temptation for Witches), and thus gains one more Control die.
  16. Rage and power and bloodlust and strength and determination. All that and more had poured off the white female like an ocean, acting like a moon to her own tide of anger. The beast-that-was-Karen had been a lone wolf during her first five moons worth of transformations, and something in that hazy memory and instinct inspired fear of the deep, abiding madness it took for a wolf who could join any pack it wished remaining a lone wolf. But her alpha had stood. And the beast-that-was-Karen stood with him, acting half understood certainty that to do otherwise would be to court death. Then the moon mad goddess was gone, leaving her caught between wanting more of that insanity and being relieved it was gone. Glad she hadn't tested her determination and disappointed she wasn't considered worthy of a test. The ache faded slightly as the immediacy of the eternal now worked it's primal magic over the reduced consciousness of the native Californian. Her alpha was now everyone's alpha, as he clearly always should have been, and it was time for certain young pups to recognize that they didn't have, never had, would never have, a shot at him. The beast-that-was-Karen returned his gaze with her own, making no move to shift from her comfortable sprawl in the mud and grass, clearly welcoming the attention but by no means throwing herself at him.
  17. Dan didn't let the fear show, but he knew if she'd wanted to, they'd have all been dead. Had he let Cabe attack her, the pack would have joined in, and they'd all be dead. What's more, just from holding her gaze, she knew it too. He turned back to Karen and Maeve, nuzzling both of them once, more to calm them than any more romantic affection. It was something of a surprise, but both responded and calmed down. Dan growled out loudly, snapping the rest of the pack from cowering on the ground, focusing their attention on him. He walked past the remains of the deer, no one was in an eating mood, besides the scavengers would see nothing went to waste. With Karen and Maeve in tow, he began to lead the pack back to the clearing they'd all begun the night in. After they all got moving he sent Karen and Maeve to lead the way, the younger wolf whining to stay with him, and he growled low, the equivalent of a hard glare, and she submit and turned to go with Karen. At the tail end of the pack was Cabe, the former Alpha. The two females he'd spent time with were there, in front of him, and Dan's gaze was still firm. He was the new Alpha, and in this case it was his job to ensure that everyone made it home. He brought up the rear, the last one, and the pack was silent as they returned. Gradually the individual members began to calm down, and some of the younger members finally began to play once again. Of course, the other kind of play was going on too, perhaps even more than before. A brush with such a primal terror seemed to give the pack a need to reaffirm they'd lived to themselves, and each other. For his part, Dan made the rounds, offering as it were the chance to challenge him, but none would. He was Alpha now, no one of the Bayou Pack would contest this. He'd saved them, and several of the older wolves recognized this. Once he was done checking on everyone, and calming those who needed it, the black wolf made his way to a clear spot, and laid down on his stomach. He was still watching everyone, still far more alert than the others, but he didn't move when Maeve came and laid against him, placing her muzzle under his neck. Her desire was evident, heightened by the fear and the danger still, but wisely she knew Dan just was NOT in the mood for that. She submit to her alpha, and at least in this he accepted her, not chasing her away. His gaze turned to Karen, the only other wolf there who'd withstood the primal assault of the white wolf's bellowing howl. Like it or not, that had earned her some credit, and certainly his interest, as the white wolf had shown great interest in Karen herself.
  18. THE MARSH UNDER THE FULL MOON The white wolf never took it's eyes away from Dan's yet it watched as Karen dragged the carcass to them. The rest of the pack stood back grouped together, some still were aggressive but most seemed submissive all were confused. Cabe slunk to the back of the clearing and those wolves he passed stepped away from him. A few bared teeth at him. Meave had followed behind Karen and was tensed if shit went down she was ready. The white she wolf with the blue marking bared her teeth as a warning to Dan then broke eye contact with him and stepped closer to the dead deer and Karen. She lowered her head and sniffed at Karen. Karen had never seen a creature like this she could feel the power coming off it like heat from a car radiator in the California desert. She couldn't help but tremble at the beasts closeness as it moved it's head closer to hers and sniffed her, black lips pulled back revealing glistening fangs. Karen felt rage and fear, she wanted to bolt but she also wanted to sink her own teeth into this things flesh and rip it's throat out. It moved it's head and it's blue eye now stared into hers. Karen's heart thumped in her breast. It knows what I am thinking. The white wolf steps back and places a paw on the deer it sweeps it's icy blue gaze across the pack and settles back on Dan. Then it's chest expands as it draws in air and raises it's head toward the moon and bellows a howl the likes of which none of them have ever heard The tress reverberate smaller ones whipsaw back and forth leaves cascade and swirl as if in a wind storm. Most of the pack fall to their knees whimpering only Dan, Karen and Maeve remain standing. Then as the howl fades the white wolf is gone as if vanished into thin air. THE SIMON MAGUS BURLESQUE AND ABSINTHE BAR Dominique opened her mouth to answer Darrak when the lights flicker and an unearthly howl could be heard. Both witches left the office the howl still crying in the night but no one other than them seemed to hear it, the music still played and the mortals oblivious still drank and danced. Dom and Darrick went outside through the side exit. They could still hear the fading howl could feel it in there bones. They looked at one another. THE MARKO ESTATE Marko had just about had enough. Cara tentatively picked up the finger bones and just then the lights flickered and a howl came from the night. At first it sounded distant but as it grew it sounded like it was coming from right beside them. The windows rattled as if from a strong wind and Colby smiled and stood. “That's the boss, I better get going now,” he tosses a card with his number onto the table. “Call me tomorrow or the day after. Don't wait too long.”
  19. Darrik understood that Dominique needed these outings, it was like she was a cat in that sense, staking her independent spirit out there. He understood and respected that, but would it kill her to at least send some kind of notice? Because after all, today was a day that had left him fearing the possibility something terrible had happened to her. "Office." Darrik softly said, walking past her without meeting her gaze. For the second time this day, Darrik entered with a second person to have a second private chat. Dominique entered, watching Darrik shut the door behind them. It was only now that she noticed the tension or lingering signs of it anyway, that had laced Darrik's form. "In answer to your question today turned out to be... not the worst day... top five - certainly top ten minimum," Darrik's hands flashed the numbers, "for you to pull your disappearing act, Dom." Dominique only permitted 'Dom' to be used by close friends, like Darrik, and even then the understanding was that it was reserved for when it was serious. "How bad?" "Let's see. I come in this morning to open, only to find Joe Jones rudely waiting and demanding I set up a meeting for Lilith and the Regent. Enter timely a pair of elder vampire siblings, the brother of which, one Marko Angelo is an utter asshole. Who also demanded to see the Regent. She arrives then and there as if she planned it. Marco apparently, is some kind of old foe to the Nine Covens who practically threatened war if they didn't help remove this curse placed by one Mother Walters. Which ironically enough, appears to be forcing him to be a good person. And apparently, his appearance is an omen of catastrophe enough for Lilith to decide to violate the rules and attack him on sight. Got her ass kicked, serves her right." Darrik muttered that last comment more darkly before resuming his diatribe of diabolical daily discoveries. "Once people actually start doing something like behaving, we learn the reason Lilith wanted the meeting. Witches, unknowns, kidnapped a relative of the Bayou Pack, were killed by a rescuing werewolf, and the whole thing happened on vampire turf. Oh, and someone had sent people to ambush Psycho-Marko clumsily made to look like Lilith's orders. I oversee the return of the werewolf girl to the bar, making sure she was clean magic-wise and giving the nod for her family to leave with her. The Regent comes back a bit later, and in this office says she wants to see you and was willing to wait for hours before giving up. Marguerite didn't say why until while leaving, asking if I'd seen your grimoire. I said I'd seen it, but I haven't seen it. If I had to guess, it had something to do with those symbols in the photos of the Rosemary's Werewolf scene. No more problems for the rest of the day - except of course my ever-increasing worry that our discord-spreading troublemakers might have jumped you. Any questions?"
  20. THE MARSH UNDER THE FULL MOON Dan's growl wasn't aggressive, more frustrated. He went silent as he walked up beside Cabe, who was already showing every sign of making a terrible decision. Then he did. Cabe snapped at Dan, a command of both dominance and for the younger male to back down. The entire time, the White wolf didn't break eye contact with Dan, even as Cabe grew more agitated. He was demanding the attention of both of them, ready to attack either if they didn't yield. What happened next was something that some would say had been a long time coming, or on the flip side, the biggest surprise ever. Any who'd seen them knew Dan was a superior werewolf to his cousin, and what's more Cabe probably knew it too. Yet until now, Dan had always been the obediant enforcer, a loyal subleader of the pack, but no more. Cabe had surrendered to the Beast, and was going to get them all killed, Dan acted to stop that with blindingly quick decisive action. There was no indication that the black wolf was going to strike, but he did, ducking under Cabe's snarling jaw, his own pearly white teeth gleaming in the moonlight, as his mouth closed around the other wolf's neck. using Momentum, he shook his cousin mightily, throwing him bodily to the ground, with a thud everyone heard. Still holding Cabe by the throat, he put a paw to his side, letting him feel the claws there to go with the fangs holding his throat, and he growled at him an unmistakable message. "Yield." Shocked from his rage by the impact, and the fact his cousin had him pinned by the throat, knowing a twitch would kill him messily, Cabe's eyes flashed a myriad of emotion. Surprise, a tinge of betrayal, and most important, Acceptance. He'd always known Dan was a stronger wolf, that he'd make a good Alpha, and yet his younger cousin had always deferred. This time, he didn't, and he wouldn't deny a mix of relief, and pride, that Dan had finally stepped up to his potential. The older wolf whined his capitulation, and Dan withdrew his jaws from his neck, and motioned with his head for him to rejoin the pack. He looked back to the blue-eyed white wolf, she was the biggest he'd ever seen, dwarfing any of them, and smelling of human blood. At least the blood didn't smell like anyone he knew. He growled, but not at the white wolf, this was for Karen, summoning her forward. He hoped she'd guess his intent, and bring up some of the deer she and Maeve brought down, a peace offering to this new wolf, now that the immediate threat of violence had passed. Standing there, unchallenged by any other member of the pack, the new Alpha waited for the interloper to state her intent, ready to buy them what time he could if that's what it came to. His Stance was one that spoke of concern for his pack, not himself. There was no overt dominance play, just the same resolute steadfastness that Dan had become known for.
  21. RANDOM "HOT GIRL'S" BEDROOM Dominique rolled over in the bed and cracked an eye open to look at the cheap clock on the nightstand. She huffed to blow one of her dreads out of her view. Seven thirty-something it read. She shifted her gaze to the window, who's curtains were just barely opened and noted the sunlight was a dim. She smiled. Mmm... breakfast. She always enjoyed a good breakfast. Sweet and savory all in one meal and it always left her feeling comforted and she knew the best place in town to go. "Hey." she said, turning her head back the other to lay on the pillow and look at the sleep form next to her. She nudged the vaguely humanoid lump and asked, "How 'bout we go an get some breakfast?" The other form shifted a little, letting out a groan before peeling the comforter away to reveal the dusky skinned girl laying next to her from the wasit up in nothing but a St. Christoper medal nestled in her cleavage. "Breakfast for dinner? Coo." the other woman said, which made Dominique smile. Wait. Did she say dinner? Dominique flipped her head back again to look out the window and the dim light, and only then did she notice the shadows. They were falling in the wrong direction. "Damned time change!" she cursed, hitting the pillow in light frustration with a hammer fist, causing the other woman to laugh. "We been here all day. Don'chu remember?" the woman asked chuckling. "Actually..." Dominique replied, turning her head back to look at her companion, "..it's all kinda blur to me. A good blur, but still..." she said as she rose up slightly and leaned over the woman, giving her a small kiss before adding, "That's... except for that one thing ya did. I'll be rememberin' that for some time." She smiled and kissed her again, this time a lingering kiss. When it finally broke they both had smiles on their faces and the other woman asked, "You got somewhere you need to be?" Dominique sighed and shrugged. "I suppose I should head inta work. I mean, I am a partner an all." she answered with a grin as she flicked her head, tossing her long, narrow dreads over her shoulder. "It's cool though. We can still get breakfast first. My treat." THE SIMON MAGUS BURLESQUE AND ABSINTHE BAR Dominique came in the back door to the club, as she often did after her little unexpected vacations. She knew Darrik would be irked, he always was when she pulled this stunt, but it never stopped her. It was something she just had to do on occasion. She was so accustomed to living on the street, on her own, coming and going as she pleased, that the stress of the business and the daily grind would always catch up to her after a while and she would just need a day or two of freedom to do as she pleased, away from the bar and her phone. She knew he understood though, he was probably the only person that did, but she knew it still annoyed him and she could not blame him for that. She still wanted to avoid his irritation for as long as she could though. She nodded staff and customers who knew her as she made her way in and slipped behind the bar, causing a small cheer from some of the patrons when they spotted her. She was beautiful and was a natural performer. When combined with her magically boosted attraction and actual skill at bartending and mixology it made for quite a show that had made her quite popular and brought patrons back time and again. She could feel Darrik's eyes on her, causing her to wince slightly. "Where ya been?" he asked, his voice laced with his mild irritation. "Just.. out. You know." she said with a shrug, trying to play it off like she always did. "I left the bar stocked. You should'a been fine with me out for a day or two." she added, trying to downplay her escapade even more. "I've been texting you, you know?" "Oh sorry. Battery musta died." she said as she looked over the bottles, checking the stock and trying to avoid his gaze still. "Why? Is something wrong?" she asked.
  22. THE MARSH UNDER THE FULL MOON The pack feel upon the kills and played their dominance games once the formalities were over they gorged themselves on the fresh bloody deer for long minutes the only sounds were the rending of flesh and the crunch of bones the sounds of wolves feasting. But that soon gave way to other sounds the youngest grew full quickest and their playful nature was expose d as small groups began play and there was always one or two of the female who were in heat and so another type of play began but that which should have lasted until exhaustion and sleep was cut short. Cabe, the Alpha, and Dan caught the scent of the intruder first Cabe stood from where he had been lying with another wolf a close friend whom had born him children even though their human lives rarly crossed. Others caught the sudden alertness of their alpha and stopped their own play. Meave had been annoying Dan the youngster had made it known that she had set her sights on the older more powerful wolf Dan pushed her aside but she came back and he growled a warning at her low and full forced with his dominance. Meave growled back not willing to cower but then they heard more growls and she looked that way. Many of the pack had stood and came to stand beside yet still behind Cabe all faced to tress to the north Dan stood and so did Karen and Meave but all three stayed where they were. The growls of warning intensified and Cabe lowered himself in preparation of attack teeth bared the growl of war being picked up by those nearest and rippling through the pack and then the other stepped out of the trees. It was white, almost pure white, but Dan and the girls could see from an angle where they stood that it had an unnatural blue streak through it's fur on it's back. A streak that looked like flames from a race car on it's left hand side from it's hind hip to just below it's shoulder. As a specimen of wolf it was perfect it was also the largest wolf any of them had ever seen it was the size of a pony. Dan could see that there was blood caked around it's jaws and its paws were blooded too. It bared it's fangs at the pack and a low growl of warning sounded from deep in it's chest It slowly cam fully out of the treeline several of the pack backed away Cabe didn't his growl intensified. The white wolf swung it's head too and fro more of the pack backed away. Cabe still stood his ground he was alpha, but Dan saw a shiver run through him. Then the white wolf looked at Him Karen and Meave their eyes met and Dan saw the vision again, this was the wolf he had seen when he met Colby. But it couldn't be Colby this wolf was female. Karen saw it too saw the same vision she had seen when she met Colby but she saw more she saw the dead spread across the land at it's feet and she saw the dead's faces. The faces of the pack.
  23. THE ANGELO ESTATE MOONRISE Colby sat through Marco's bluster shifting his eyes over to Cara once or twice, his breathing even and thoughts unreadable. But Cara saw something in his eye that Marco was missing. He wasn't afraid of them. “You didn't let me finish my story, I'll be quick. The vampires didn't have any clue what had happened to Beck's bloodline but when word got to Annika, the oldest Original and the smartest one of the bunch from what I hear, she set out finding her brother and sister. For the first time in years and years all of them were together except Beck so they found a witch to find Beck and found nothing. It was your boyfriend who found out that the church had sent Beck to Spain so He went there and found out what had happened. All that took a couple of years. Montero's skeleton had become a relic to the people around there her bones collected becoming talismans and made into amulets. The peasants claimed that they held powerful Magic. And apparently they did. The second original died about a hundreds years after that.He was killed when a stake made from a femur from Montero's skeleton was driven through his heart and he burned to ash. And a few hours after that his line died. Leaving only four left” He chuckled and pointed a finger at Cara,” If I recall my little history lesson, you were making your second attempt with lover boy Erik, well we all know how that turned out. But you Marko were with the twins still and rode a wave of terror all through Northern Spain for the better part of a year. They never told you why you were in Spain never revealed what they were looking for what they were collecting That they had been sent there by Annika Magnuson. Her pet witch had revealed the bones for what they were and she knew that they had to be found and destroyed. Erik didn't want anything to do with it he wanted the curse to end but didn't have the guts to do it himself. So she sent the twins and they brought you their rabid little attack dog. While you were raving the countryside killing they were locating the bones of Claudia Montero, collecting as many as they could and with you distracting every official in Spain with your depredations they found damn near all of them. They were supposed to bring the bones to their sister, instead they brought them to America along with you.” Behind Colby Marco and Cara could see that the moon had risen, a full moon, whose light shined down bathing the old werewolf in blue light. Suddenly Colby moved but it was only to take something wrapped from his pocket. He smiled at both of the vampires and unwrapped it it was part of a skeletal hand, most of the first two fingers and part of the thumb, the bones yellow with age. He lays the fingers on the coffee table and slides them to you. “She said you wouldn't believe me. So she told me to bring you this so you can have it checked out. There's more to the story. But it can wait. Check that out, call me and Ill finish it. One way or the other she's going to kill them. You can either help her and yourselves in the process or you can die when they do. She doesn't care about y'all she just wants them dead.” Colby picks up the glass of whisky and downs it. The two siblings can see the large ring on his ring-finger with a prominent blue and white stone, a moonstone.
  24. Cara watched Colby as Marko went off on him. Things were starting to line up. "That's what this is all about, isn't it? Marko's curse...not just an act of revenge, but a way to draw him here. And by drawing him here, drawing me here. And then the pitch...after a petty sacrifice to show they mean business. It's not...the local witches though, is it? They weren't expecting us." "Does this dovetail with that attack on your pack, I wonder? Colby, my dear...what have you gotten mixed up in?"
  25. "Hey, Colby, look, I'm not saying don't do it, man. Your little anti-Original Witches cult thing sounds like a blast, it does. They say 'the sun sucks' say 'yeah, fuck the sun, I fucking hate it too, long live the fucking beast'. I get it, I'm down. There's a girl you wanna meet there and you get a free hair cut, groovy. Have a blast." He was trying his damnedest not to toss Colby out on his ass, but his fuse was getting shorter shorter. "I know what was told to me and know at some point I know I'm going to come face to face with one of them, and you know something? I'm welcoming it. But until then, I'm keeping a low profile." Cara snorted at him keeping a low profile, her lips curled into a suppressed smirk she tried to hide by sipping her drink. "Oh, shut up," he tossed her a wayward middle finger. "Colby, this curse hasn't weakened me. It's awakened me. I went unchecked for over a century, the longest any of our kind, that I know of, to ever keep their humanity off and survive for that long. And there's a reason for it, we don't suffer monsters like the one I was to live for very long. The depravity, the horrors, Colby you don't want a man like me, like the one I was, on your side. I would win you the day then burn everything you worked for to the ground with no other reason than to watch the flames flicker in the moonlight. You don't want a gut like that on your side, Colby. I want this curse broken, I do, but as long as it's on me I'm forced to see every day the monster I am, I was. The very same monster you accuse the Originals of being. What to happen to me when we're done, hmm? Dispose of me too? I say let them come. Let the Originals come before me and demand punishment for what I've done. I deserve it." He took a deep breath then straightened up. "Whether it's death, or a thousand years of agonizing torture, rest assured Colby, my sentence will be far less excruciating and thousand fold more merciful than wht they are going to do to you."
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