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 Posted: Sat Jun 06, 2009 5:52 am
Ishmael arrived on the very train his master owned. However, none but the master had known of his arrival. In fact his departure was cloaked in shadows. He was testing the security of the men that also worked for the master. It was no match to his vampire disciplines. The darkness kept him hidden and protected, like one of their own, as he stalked the train camp.
Immigrant workers toiled day and night under the lash of the whip. The gold rush of the 1800's brought many with stars in their eyes. Hopes that died on their last breath when others stole it from them. Ishmael was no different, he was sent here to wipe those stars away and take that last breath from many. Lifting an ornate pearl handled six-shooter from one of the security officers with a disdained look of disgust. It was just to easy, no wonder why the workers kept getting attacked.
Despite the red man's attacks, the death toll, and the inhospitable weather conditions. The master still spent countless dollars to keep the train tracks coming to certain location; Deadstone. The town was an idyllic gold mine location. Whether or not the town boomed, was not his goal, but to make sure the railroad continued into the town. Those were his orders.
Ishmael belonged to a clan of vampires bent on the destruction of their own kind. To further this goal, they took out contracts on any vampire. Their only price was three vials of blood from the person demanding of their vaulted services. Assamites was what they were called and they were highly skilled in killing blood suckers. No matter how powerful their prey were. His presence being here meant that there was kindred among the Indians raiding the railroad. He intended to do some dirty work for his pay.
Whistles, alarm bells, and barking dogs signaled the nightly raid from the forested landscape. Sending the hired guns out to fight back and the workers scurrying into their tents in refuge. Taking up a wide perimeter search, he finally found what he wanted to see. The raiders, silent like one from his clan, wearing bright colors yet still unseen by their opponents. The human ones were not his target, but one of them was.
He spotted the figure back away from the majority. The other vampire was giving silent signals to the rest of the raiding party. A curl of his lip brought a snarl of disgust as he recognized the leader from a clan of vampires known as Gangrel. These wanderers were known to be loners. Often straying away from most civilizations. It was no wonder to the Assamite that this Gangrel lead the assaults on his master's railroad.
Ishmael could have made a stealthy attack on the Gangrel. Yet, this was not his method of attack. He preferred that knowledge of the enemy must be gained first. As he kept an eye up on his newly discovered adversary was when he first noticed the pair of Garou protecting the Gangrel. Thankful for keeping his tact, and now his head, he wondered why the werewolves would protect a vampire.
The Garou were enemies of vampires everywhere. Any of the kindred encountering the werewolves were often met with the final death. Left for ashes upon the rising sun the next morning. Their huge size, deft claws, and even faster reflexes than those of any vampire made them perfect killers of kindred.
What made it even more interesting to the Assamite was the fact that the Garou, Gangrel, and the raiders were all from different tribes of Indians. Was it a truce? An alliance? These thoughts ran through the dark skinned man as he watched the raiders tear through the meager defenses of the hired guns from the railroad camp. Both sides were armed many firearms and the casualties were mostly on the white man. Since stealth and terrain were on the side of the cunning raiders.
Thinking he had to gather further information. He left the poor sops to their deaths and made his way into the night towards the gold mine. Deadstone, was where he was sure to gather the right information and equipment he was going to need in order to take down the Gangrel and his Garou companions. It was a challenge that made the Assamite smile. A dark smile that would have given anyone shivers up their spine.
(There is more to this. As it is an on-going series. Did not want to bore you to death with it if I had continued to the point where my friends and I are in the table-top rpg.)
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Posted: Sat Jun 06, 2009 7:20 pm
Interesting stuff. I am slightly confused, but that is ok, I got most of it. Sounds like a rough world.
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2009 2:54 am
maybe this next post will help clarify things a bit more....maybe?
most of the premise is based on real life events but with a twist that vampires have existed since Cain sacrificed his brother Abel.
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2009 2:55 am
Ishmael the Assamite walked into the ghost town of Deadstone. The horrid smell in the night was that of dying and decaying corpses that littered the streets. Some were found randomly, while others seemed to have been put in a pile. As if they were an attempt to buried for later. The undead vampire figured that they were actually moved there once the bodies were looted. In some instances he was probably right.
An abandoned church on the outskirts of the town had its bells ringing in the dead of the night. As if beckoning the new visitor to the appeal of those remaining and alive. The clarion tones from those bronze bells echoed declaring the time of the night. By instinct the assassin made sure his weapons were within easy reach. Sardi, his katar, a short sword that covered his fist with a blade that punched through chain mail with his supernatural strength. The stolen pistol he had acquired, through skills of legerdemain, was safely tucked away it being powdered and ready to be fused for firing.
Upon reaching the top of the two story bell tower he had found an old man swinging away on the bell ropes. Stepping out of the shadows to see if the bald headed christian would notice his appearance. The vampire was disappointed on this point. However, once the robed man left, he was then lead to a very interesting person in the wine cellar. Even down here at the bottom of the church the linger of death permeated it all.
After speaking softly into the shadows the wizened fellow in dirt robes left. Emerging into view was a young and beautiful looking woman dressed simply in a shawl that covered nothing to the imagination. Her matted and disheveled hair most likely conditioned with blood. It could have been blond at one point. Now its roots were soaked in dark crimson.
"Hello. Welcome to my church. I am Ladonna the town Priestess." A soft voice lilted into the air and into the ears of the hardened assassin. "You are new here and in the town there is nothing but either looters soon to be dead and their predecessors, the deceased."
Mera lifted her head up at the tall dark skinned man dressed in Arabic fashion. Once her eyes locked on to his a battle had ensued between the two. However, as tough as the Assamite had been trained, he was no match to the vampire facing him. Her bloodline was closer to Caine then was his, therefore giving her mental powers superiority to his will. Allowing her words to strike solid commands into his conscience. Tangled so deep that mind of his that he could not shake off. Like a drunk would try to do in order to sober up after a hearty bout of drinking.
"Listen wanderer to my tale so you know of the dangers that struck this town as well as me." Ishmael could not do otherwise as his muscles were struck solid as if he was trying to struggle. If he had been mortal still. He would have been sweating like he had ran from one end of the country and back in a short period. Her voice continued to invade his mind, "A few nights ago a horrid man with tall legs came into town. Killing a barmaid and wounding several as he tried to leave town. Nothing unusual so far, that is until later that same evening a young boy came in with his violin. Playing the music that would put my voice to shame. His melodies stirred up passions in the town that inspired wild revelry.
My friend Mera and I were accompanying a wealthy merchant in his private chambers in the Last Stand Inn. The two of us never found out if the charming gentleman had been as rich as he had claimed. Seemingly out of nowhere the young boy, his violin still in hand, spoke commands that robbed of us our will. I was the first to succumb to the youth's deprivations. Which started off with the lad biting us, at first felt very sensuous and thrilling. That is until our last breath left our dying bodies. The kid ate the three of us like we were candy.
During my death, not sure how else to put it, the night got sacked by some tribesmen from west. They had been outraged by something or other. Whatever it was that reason was enough for them to slaughter the rest of the town. The next night I had found myself buried in the cemetery back behind this very church. Once I had clawed myself out of the ground. It was the hunger that drove me on to trying to feed from the many dead still lying around.
My master, the young boy no older then that of ten, happened to be a vampire. He hemmed my rage for blood and sustenance with a mere look. His mastery of his powers greatly surpassed those that I had at the time. That night, after assuaging my hunger with his own blood, he instructed me in the laws of the night. The very same manifest with which you yourself learned at the feet of your sire. Just as your sire before her was.
That Indian tribe that sacked the city were lead by a trio of werewolves intent on destroying the mine. Their goal was halted by my sire's powers and superb swordsmanship. Killing one of them off as another vampire of Indian descent helped with slaughtering the opposing Indian tribe. However, the damage had been done. The death toll of the humans in the town were enormous.
The very few remaining left to lick their wounds and heal up. Which is how I ended up here in this church. My master, Nicolaus, left and was never seen again. I believe his soul has passed on into graces of god, absolved of his transgressions during his undead life. Now all that is left for this story is to finish it with one last thing for you to hear. Mark these words well vampyr assassin.
Leave my domain to never return and I will consider this your only warning. After which if I ever hear of your presence within my territory. I will not hesitate to give you the final death at my own hands."
The words finally registered in the head of the tall dark skinned man. As his eyes focused upon something. He then realized that he was now standing outside of town. A small shiver snaked across his back as he truly felt a power from a vampire, considered very young, but of great lineage. He then took a mental note to take her down at a later time when he got more powerful and she had grown lax to the lack of his presence.
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Posted: Fri Jun 12, 2009 3:01 pm
So this is a table-top RPG? Who published it? Is Ishmael your character? Is it a turn-based game? How much of the scene are you making up and how much was provided to you?
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Posted: Fri Jun 12, 2009 3:18 pm
Umaeril So this is a table-top RPG? Who published it? Is Ishmael your character? Is it a turn-based game? How much of the scene are you making up and how much was provided to you? yes, it is a table-top rpg called Vampire the Masquerade. Which is published by White Wolf. They created the whole world darkness series. Yes, Ishmael is my character. not really turn based, only combat is broken down into segments of time. As for the scene, its imaginative, basically the storyteller gives a brief description of your surroundings and the non-player characters. Like in D&D the storyteller is the DM, that person has the trouble/or joy, of running everyone that is not the players. Depending on how descriptive the storyteller is, the better the game. Most of the time i am the storyteller. Simply due to my 20+ years of gaming. You should see us play. I ran my campaign last night. Its called Constantinople by Night. One of the players lives out in Virginia. We use stickam.com to converse over. Did you want to read more from this campaign? or get a taste of the one i am running?
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Posted: Fri Jun 12, 2009 6:22 pm
MischieviousAndDemented Umaeril So this is a table-top RPG? Who published it? Is Ishmael your character? Is it a turn-based game? How much of the scene are you making up and how much was provided to you? yes, it is a table-top rpg called Vampire the Masquerade. Which is published by White Wolf. They created the whole world darkness series. Yes, Ishmael is my character. not really turn based, only combat is broken down into segments of time. As for the scene, its imaginative, basically the storyteller gives a brief description of your surroundings and the non-player characters. Like in D&D the storyteller is the DM, that person has the trouble/or joy, of running everyone that is not the players. Depending on how descriptive the storyteller is, the better the game. Most of the time i am the storyteller. Simply due to my 20+ years of gaming. You should see us play. I ran my campaign last night. Its called Constantinople by Night. One of the players lives out in Virginia. We use stickam.com to converse over. Did you want to read more from this campaign? or get a taste of the one i am running? Oooh you play online, that is interesting. I have always wanted to play VtM, I should have recognized the names. I think I get what is going on in this one and I would love to hear something from the one that you are currently running.
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Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2009 6:31 pm
Well then, since you asked nicely. I will change my posts to the campaign i am running. I should get started on those right away. This should be easier considering I have already done most of the leg work creating the storyline and its arcs/plots.
If you want, you can join us in Stickam.com and watch us play. You will get to so how truly goofy I get being comfortable around my friends in real life.
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2009 4:07 am
MischieviousAndDemented Well then, since you asked nicely. I will change my posts to the campaign i am running. I should get started on those right away. This should be easier considering I have already done most of the leg work creating the storyline and its arcs/plots. If you want, you can join us in Stickam.com and watch us play. You will get to so how truly goofy I get being comfortable around my friends in real life. Thanks very much Mad, but if it is making you go to trouble to post the new campaign then please don't bother. I thought you had them written up for yourself. Though I would like to hear an outline of the storyline. I will check out this stickam.com and see what is involved.
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