Starting/Sample Campaign

[Storyteller]

((This Campaign will be left up as a Sample Campaign play, to show everyone the system in motion, as well as the style of Campaign play itself.))

This Campaign starts the beginning of the First Night. It is Sunday, April 5th, The Sun went down at 7:30 pm.
Kami wakes in the Wilderness, Evergreen trees keeping the Moon's light away, shrouding everything in a darkness that her new senses allow her to see well through.
She feels her Sire's call as soon as her eyes open, and goes to meet him.
He has a camp fire built, and is feeding from a rabbit as she approaches.
Naked as always, looking like the stereotypical 'mountain man' with his hair almost dreadlocked from years of no care, long beard showing a lack of any sort of personal grooming habits, She can see that he chased the rabbit for awhile before catching it, smudges of Earth and scratches from branches and the like marking him all over.
As soon as he's finished draining the animal of it's life-blood, he turns to his Progeny, Intense as always, looking deep into her eyes as he speaks:

"The Lupines have found us, and this location is no longer safe.
And I have places to be.
I have taught you the ways of a Vampire, and now I leave you to your own Survival.
Don't follow me. There is no place for you where I need to go."

And with that blunt explanation, he nods to her once, and disappears into the forest behind them.
Alone, with the cloths on her back, her Bass guitar, and a Butterfly knife, Kami can sense the Lupines marking their territory just near the edges of this make-shift camp.
A howl in the clearing causes a tingle up the spine to anyone within distance, and it's clean from the things her Sire has taught her, that she can't stay here any longer.
Coming into the City from the North-East, she notices that there are more people out than usual for this time of night.
She wanders aimlessly around the Middle-Class section, cleaner streets and moderate buildings sprawling out as far as she can see.
Even as she knows the Traditions of the City, she has no experience to tell her how to carry it out.
She's got to locate the Prince, and Present herself, but has no idea how to find her.



**THIS part would be sent to Kami in PM:

Kami, you are required for this Campaign :would be a link to it:
You start the night with only 5 Blood Points, and Willpower of 5.

[Kami]

As soon as night falls, I open my eyes, my body more adjusted to this new nature, than my mind.
Laying on the ground, I shift uncomfortably as my body starts to tingle, a sign I'm being called by my Sire.
Following my intuition and his call, I find him quickly, the smell of the rabbit's blood thick in my nostrils.
My Sire looks like the half-animal he is, all natural in more than just the most blatant respect.
I sit down and avert my eyes from his feeding, still not used to the harshness of it, as he tells me it's no longer safe here, and he's pretty much abandoning me now.
After he made me... this... he's just going to disappear.
He does to, leaving me to completely have to defend for myself, while the Lupine lurk so close I can smell them.
After a haunting howl raises hackles on my skin, I get up and move.
I make one quick dash back to the place I spent the day out of the sun, and grab my bass, before heading toward the nearest safe place I know, the City.
Lupine's won't go in the City, it's ruled by Vampires.
The City I enter doesn't look too bad. Now all I need to do is look for the Prince to 'present myself'... I don't even really know how to present myself if I DO find the prince...
I keep walking, trying not to raise any suspicion on myself, hoping to see something... anything, to give me a sign of which way to go.
Finding a bus-stop, I take a moment to scope the map.
Where would a Prince stay? Probably on the expensive side of town...
I trace the map a bit with my fingertip, committing it to memory, deciding to keep to walking. Less to run into that way.

[Wade]

Oooh Sunday, thats popcorn night on Crime Alley. Sure I don't Eat popcorn, but its fun to pop a bag an then toss it to the winos in the gutter. Seein which I have been long enough without munchies to go for it. Five or six bags is all I hand out though. Got myself patrol tonight.

Well technicly, I got patrol Every night, but Sunday is special. Get to watch for those Nuns...Gotta keep track o' them ya know. I Hate nuns. What kinda virgin Doesn't give out? I mean come on, thats some kinda retarded shit there.

Hmm....does anyone else smell wet dog?

Eww...Someones been rollin in Werewolf dookie.

I hop along the rooftops, trackin in on that smell/taste/whatever, followin it till I spot some Redhead chick with an Axe slung over her shoulder, sidling along like one of the living.

No, not a Battle axe you dork, a Guitar. Personally I like Keytars better, but there ya go. Was that a pigeon? Anyway, chick don't look like a local girl, which means she's gonna need to go do some knee scrapin with the bosslady 'fore she can do prancin round like a real girl.

I drop down into an alley, makin sure I ain't seen as I flip the hoodie up, checkin myself out to make sure I ain't Too ugly for a proper intro. Lesse...jeans, check. Hoodie, check. Cool bogart esque trenchy, check. Aluminum baseball bat, check.

That Was a pigeon, wasn't it? I hate those god damned things...swear, I'm gonna climb back up the wall and club that bastard like an Eskimo at a seal beatin party...

Later though, gotta deal with new girl first.

I move out of the alley, brushin past the various humans still about, tryin to avoid eye contact as I zero in on the little lady I'm after. Whistlin merrily to myself as I close the distance, till I can Smell the gangrel on her. Mmmm....unbathed chick sauteed lightly in blood, with a side of Foxy. I likes...Still, business is business. Gots to get her out of the public fore I can do any fun shit though...

"Hey Red, ya wanta buy a watch?"

I ask, grinnin broadly as I open my coat for her, displayin a few spares I've nabbed off of the last few weeks meals. Cept for the blood they're all in pretty good shape...

[Storyteller]

Kami has fully entered the City now, and after seeing a map, has an understanding of the street set up, even as she doesn't exactly know how to navigate a Vampire City.
Still wondering what to do to find the Prince to present herself, the Scourge finds her, his melodic voice almost mezmerizing to the newly turned Vampire, but the bloody display of watches in his coat keep her grounded enough to realize what he really is.

No actions have been declared, no rolls are required this round.
Please continue.

[Kami]

The City seems alive at this time of the night, but the people steer clear of me, the typical City element, everyone's anonymous and on their way to more important engagements than talking to strangers on the street.
Well, most anyway... some scary looking guy comes up, asking me if I'd like a watch, pulling open his trench coat.
His voice is almost hypnotic, but the bloody condition of his 'goods' shows me this is not someone I want to loose my senses around.
He's a Kindred for sure, and my Sire told me to be wary of our own kind most of all.
I shake my head no, looking at the scar on his face, wondering how to voice my question.
I know the rules, it's the etiquette I'm missing. And looking at this guy, it makes me wonder if etiquette even matters to him.
This is the first vampire I've met, besides my Sire, and I'm starting to get nervous.
Who says the dead can't feel? If I had a pulse, it would be jumping.
I decide to go for blunt honesty, and simplicity.

"Excuse me, but do you know how to get an audience with the Prince of this City?"

[Wade]

Welll shucks, I didn't even have to bleed her a little...too bad, something tells me Dita would Love her for a playmate...Nothing wrong with givin the bosslady the odd treat.

Still...she did ask nicely...I swear that WAS a fuckin pigeon! Its just waiting up there. Waiting to drop Pige Dookie on my brand new Jaguar S type Blingmobile...Well, if I had a Jag S Stype Blingmobile...Anyways....directions right?

"Okay, you take Fleet Street down past Salami Joe's, and the Happy Hooker Haven, then take a right on Seville Station and go steady till ya pass three blind men and an invisible pink unicorn, and past the GAP. Then take a right on Tolstoy Trails past the Gray Wizard and the four midgets till you see a Winn Dixie, at which point you've gone too damn far and need to backtrack to Lenny's Subs and pick up a Twelve in club with pepper relish. Lenny may give you a quarter. Flip It. If its head you have to sacrifice a llama to Quetzocoatl, the Aztec serpent god, tails you go left down the alley next to the shop, and you'll be here. That or you could ride the subway until you meet a delusional three nippled homeless man. who knows where I live. Three nipples, not four...Either way, you kinda need me to go see the Prince. Sorta my job to deal with the riffraff and all. We can split a cab fare if ya like."

Wait....pigeon?

"And did you see a pigeon up on that roof?"

[Kami]

I actually try to follow his directions, until about half way through his spiel, when I realize he's not actually making much sense.
I look around a bit cautiously,

"No... didn't see any pidgions..."

I give him a look, rethinking this whole scene.
I doubt someone as obviously.... touched.... as this guy is, actually keeps company with the prince.
The way he comes off as truly messed up, I start to feel he may be a bit dangerous. And I'm not looking for any trouble here.
Perhaps I should keep walking, find another way to get to the Prince.
But... how to lose this guy?
He thinks I need him, even offers to share the cab-fare.
My master told me if I run around the city, and don't 'announce' myself, I could get into serious trouble. If this guy's insanity drags me all around town, I'm going to end up broke, and possibly dead.
I give him the nicest look I can manage,

"Actually... I'm in a bit of a hurry, and I don't want to cause you any trouble. You look pretty busy with the... uh... pidgeons...
I can follow the directions you gave me.
Thank you."

I try to walk away, hoping he let's me go.

[Wade]

Yeah, Deets would definitely like this one. Plenty o' spunk in her, and not too shabby on the looks.....Lot to learn about the kindred though. Given the way she stinks, and all that mud I'm guessin she got turned by a lumber jack or something. Probably never even Met another real vamp till tonight.

I hate lumberjacks...and pigeons. Freaky ass fleece wearin motherfuckers with their big shiny axes and hot plaid wearin arm candy...

What was I thinkin about? Oh yeah, Newb bout to walk out on me. Sure I can deal with that pretty easy. I have got the gift of gab after all.

"Yeah, I hear ya about the damn pigeon problems. After I finish killing off all the vamps tryin to sneak into the city without permission, they'll be next on the list. You wouldn't believe how many newbies I've had to bag and tag for not following a little bit of common sense advice, like say assumin that me bein a nice guy in any way havin bearin how easy it'd be for me to rip yer head off an all. That'd be the stupid kinda mistake to make. I mean hey, you're hot an all...in a Foxy sorta way, but business is business, and I didn't get hired for my good looks and shining personality."

I grin, moving up to keep pace with her effortlessly, moving the other side of my trenchcoat to reveal the blood stained metal baseball bat there.

"I'd really hate ta have your introduction to the prince be ruined by you bein duct taped an beaten at the time. I think we'd both prefer to avoid that. Bein a Malkavian crazy don't mean I ain't got personal feelings when it comes to cavin in hot chicks skulls with a ball bat. Pigeons an beatings or no, you're coming with me. Now howsabout we get us a ncie cab with some indian guy that speaks five words of english, an ride to the Prince's place in style? It'll be Easy. Promise to the Easter Bunny himself, I'll getcha there in one piece, and not a hair outta place."

[Kami]

Well, that's what I get for hoping. He's not too inclined to let me go on my own.
He really makes it sound like it's his job to take care of people who don't represent themselves to the prince.
Also makes plenty of clear undertones that if I don't go with him, he's going to take a bloody ball bat to me.
Well, being late is still better than being dead. He's crazy enough that I'm really not enjoying the thoughts of having to fight him.
I'm pretty sure ball bat beats a little butterfly knife, especially in the hands of this guy.
He even seems to know he's crazy, he even labels it, 'Malkavian Crazy'. Sounds pretty bad if you ask me.
Alrighty... so we don't aggravate the crazies, better to go with the flow, for now anyhow.
I might get lucky, and he really could take me to the prince.

"Alright, how do you get such a cab here then? I haven't seen any cabs in this city yet."

[Wade]

Now thats more like it. Fox Girl may not have alot of street smarts built up yet, but she gets the gist when you start flashin the right toys in her direction. Just goes to show we can all be perfectly reasonable people when we try. No reason to get all bithy about nuclear arms, or bear arms, or whatever the crazy shit they're coming up with now. When it comes down to it, people will always agree when you start weaving shiny steel weapons in their faces.

Ain't life great like that?

Anyways, she does have kinda a valid point when it comes to callin a cab...not see one come through This particular neighborhood in a few weeks. I tell ya, you tip a few over and set ehm on fire, and soon people just don't want to drive through this section of the city...I'm sure the Crips would be Happy to have more cabbies around to rob and shit...

Anyways...

"Well yeah, I'll grant this ain't the best place to pick up a ride less yer a crack whore or a dildo salesman, but thats why they invented cell phones! Now I just gotta find mine..."

Moving over to a handy dumpster by the alleyway, I start emptying out my junk onto the cover, speakin ehm off as I drop them.

"Lessee.....vibrator, incindiary grenade, spatula, potato peeler, mens wallet, womens wallet, dime bag of crack, 9-V Battery, brick of C-4, Detonator, flashlight, Suduko keychain game, can of spray paint, can of mace, can of SPAM, collogne, my car keys...really need to steal that back outta impound again...holdout pistol, collapsable baton...ahh, here we go. Cellphone."

Dramaticly I pull my pride and joy from one of the many folds of my coat, holding it up for her to see. Yup, I know there are a bunch of better looking, and shinier things on the market, but you gotta hold some love for the classics.

In this case the classic is a Motorola DynaTAC 8000X, the breadbox sized revolution of the 80s. Little something Dita gave me as a present after I told her how much I loved American Psycho....great family film that. Bale is such a hunky role model for aspiring serial artists everywhere...

Of course getting the cell companies to hook it up was a bitch, and I've had to duct tape it back together after some brawls...but the thing is still working like a charm, bullet holes or no. Blood stains kinda give it some class too. Who wants a Beige phone anyway? Bad as Taupe...

I dial in the number for one of my pals, hoping that he's not passed out on Snausages again...Gotta remember to try those if I ever figure out how to eat again...

"Yo! Ozman! I gotta favor to ask. Picked up a stray offa the street, need to take her to visit the prince, any chance of some Cowardly Lion action? We could use a lift to the Emerald city, and my cars still impounded from that thing with running over the statue to get to those pigeons...Swear, I'm gettin a cattle catcher put on the front end first thing next pay period...Who'da thunk radiators got busted that easy...Anyways, Corner of Smith and 76th. Right down from Lenny's."

[Ozzy]

* One good thing about being dead... you never have to pay for drinks.*

* Been just loitering here all night, hustling pool while keeping my eyes on the brass taking shots at the bar. Got a loose little number in the corner's been downing Pigs ear like a sailor on leave. Legs up to here and bristol's that could feed the starving babes in Rwanda. With each pint the looser she gets... the rowdier she gets, until the barkeep See's fit to cut her off and throw her out. It's that point I bow out of my last round, leaving a 10 on the table citing my being late for a previous engagement.*

* Dinner engagement that is.*

* Not hard to track the supple miss as she staggers her way down the walk. She's so inebriated I don't even have to lay on any of the smooth talkin... she doesn't even seem to give a pony about my unique odor... or the pointy teeth. Hell, she even takes my word for it that this is her building and NOT a half-condemned auto shop. We're barely inside when she tries jumping me Hampton. Course its not like anything'd HAPPEN without the blood-flow, so to avoid drunken streaming I give her a little tap on the back of the noggin... and she's down like a light.*

* Made decent coin, and about to be fed with minimum effort. Have to say its a good night. On account of that... I guess I won't outright kill her, or leave her infected... sides we wouldn't want the coppers might be getting wise with all the anemic drunk-women mauled by dogs... I just pull the little IV straw out, try to find a vein to plug it into... takes a few tries unfortunately... Fucking piece of scat... damned things not worthy to punch open a Hi-C box... teach me to steal used sharp boxes off of type-2 diabetics. FINALLY I get this little siphon hose ready... And the cell rights.*

* God damn, Why do they always call while I'm feeding?*

* Now I should just let her go to voice mail, but upon checking out the ID and find out its the Scourge himself. Good chance there'd be some Serious Barney he needs some help with so, against better judgment, I answer. Amidst the usual bit of malarkey he spouts I discern he needs me to deliver a stray to the Prince for presentation. He's even kind enough to provide directions this time.*

"Oroight... gimmah a few ticks ta git 'ere... koinda in th middol 'a sumthin."

* I sigh a bit as I hang up. Always feeding on the run. I Un-kink the hose and suck on her for a little bit, before filling up my flask with a little bit more. Then just a matter of strapping a cotton ball on her arm with duct tape, stealing her purse, and I'm off.*

* Takes me about 10 minutes to get there. Damned traffic... some daft bastard had to get himself T-boned talkin on his damn Sharon, and wasted all that perfectly good A neg on the asphalt. Its not hard to spot Wade, standing there in trench-coat, weighed down by the bats and watches, alongside a very foxy looking Redhead...*

* and I do mean foxy.*

* I pull on up, the Old rust-bucket camero spitting out black smoke as the brakes creak. The top already down, I slide me shades down to get a better look at the little number. If not for all the exhaust, I could possibly get a better read off of her... but I'm guessing one of my kin just came to roost.*

" I's 'th stray yu wuz talkin bout? If yud say 'nythin bout 'm bein a muther a pearl oi'd a gotten 'ere fastah!"

[Kami]

Looks like he's got things covered... in his own special way that is.
He tells me he's got a cellphone, he's just gotta find it.
You know, I need to get a job, a cellphone would be handy right about now...
I wonder if 9-1-1 works in the City?
My Sire did mention that most cops probably work for the Vampires anyhow, even if they weren't aware of it themselves.
Wade goes over to the dumpster, using it for a table of sorts, and starts emptying out his pockets, complete with interesting self-commentary.
I raise an eyebrow as he goes through this, not asking aloud, but still wondering, is this what he carries on him ALL the time?
Instead of asking that, I merely mumble under my breath,

"I thought Crack couldn't effect vampires unless it was in a human's blood...."

Perhaps that's why he's so bat-shit crazy... drugs done the wrong way? does it work like that?
He finally finds his cellphone, flashing it at me, and I have to catch myself to not laugh out loud.
It's HUGE... and old... and of course, like most things he's shown me so far, speckled in blood.
He makes his phone call, and everything seems to be on it's way.

"You know, my Sire told me presentation to the Prince counts for a whole lot.
And, no offense, but I'd like to go in for the meeting on my own. If you just drop me at the door, I'd be really thankful."

It only takes 10 minutes for the guy to show up, and it's not some cab either.
A rusty looking Camero. I'd judge around '70-'71 model. The body styles are the same, and without a good look at the taillights, it's hard to tell the difference in those years.
Spitting and pushing out clouds of exhaust.
As if the ride wasn't torn down enough, my sensitive nose thinks dog right away.
Another thing my Sire told me, there are many different kinds of vampires, and the ones that smell more like animals are usually part of our clan.
Part of some clan or not, one freaky insane vampire with a blood bat is enough. The idea of getting in that car, with 2 vampires that could kill me in an instant, and if I ever did get near the Prince with their help... he'd probably laugh me right out of town...
I need to distract the first one, before the second one gets out of the car, I might have a chance...
Fortunately for me, I have a touch of luck... even if it's not much.
A real dog is near by, and I kneel down to pet it, hoping tweedle dee and tweedle dum don't catch on before I'm done.
Playing like I'm just being nice to the guy, I look directly into his eyes, trying to implant my will over his own, telling him to attack Wade.

{Animalism level one: Difficulty 6 for the type of animal, one Die to be rolled}

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((OOC- Sorry guys, it wouldn't be much of a sample campaign if I just kept going along.))[rand=7204667886048106711530050036626875669477787503641284247423507538]

[Storyteller]

7 beats difficulty of 6.

The dog attacks Wade.

[Kami]

The dog starts to growl, so I don't stick around to see the action, I jump up and run.

[Wade]

Dog...I fuckin hate dogs. Flea bitten mongrels that don't do anything but bite, fuck, sleep, eat, and lick their balls. Oh and hang around outside your house barkin all night long. Lucky Bastards.

Needless to say, gettin one sicced on you ain't the best time in the world, specially when you look and smell like week old burnt bacon.

Pisses me off. Needless to say, girl is gonna regret fuckin with me. First though, I gotta teach the fido some manners...Wonder if her knows 'Play Dead'.

Pull the bat from my coat just as he lunges, meetin his bite headon with aluminum Softball quality, hearin the wet clang thats oh so fun for me. Sounds good enough that I decide to play the rhythm section on his ass, beatin at him with it tell blood is good and sprayed everywhere. Enjoyin the sound of hearin the son of a bitch's bones snap.

Stop once I'm about half covered in it. Gotta admit, pausin a moment to scent it. More musky than human blood, tastes kinda gamey as I lick my lips. Savorin it. Not Too bad.

Anyway, now that I got Fido taken care of, its time to deal with the main event. Turn my attentions to Foxy lady, whose only made it as far as the end of the alley by the time I look up. Slow for a Gangrel...

Out of range for battin of her own, and I'm not really high on shootin her when I got another option. She'll be fun enough to play with when she stops tryin to fuck with the Scourge.

Instead, I decide on a bit more bang for my buck, pullin a Nade offa my bandolier, an smoothly tossin it into the air, before swingin the bat in good home runnin fashion. Sendin a flashbang right down center field with a high crack thats fun for the ears. Swoopin right along the path I wanted to go off right in Foxy's face.

Out of past experience, I turn my head at the last second, lettin the night turn into day from where I can't see, and takin the brunt of the loud crack that echoes through the alleyway, makin my ears ring like Outback table buzzer.

Gotta love the sounda nades in the evenin. Sounds like roadkill.

I move down the alley faster now, followin in on the hopefully stunned chick, tradin the ball bat for a shotgun that I'm all too happy to snap a shell in for. Wonderin vaguely if she can even hear the tell tale kerchack of it loadin. Makin sure I'm loud enough to be heard as I speak, grinn round a mouthful of deformed monster fangs. Using the shotgun to demonstrate my intent.

"That little baby was just a flash bang. Little somethin to soften up people that Piss me off. Next time you try to fuck with me, I'll blow off both your cainbedamned legs, an drag ya to the prince on the stumps. Now get in the Fuckin car. You either goin to the prince in a body bag, or with us. Don't think for a fuckin second I care which. Ain't no fuckin third option. I am Done playin nice nice."

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