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>>2017910

Welcome to German Vampire Quest. Because With 4 jobs, a relationship, a dog, a social life, a Tabletop Campaign to DM and two to play in.

I decided fuck what little spare time I had left. Also insomnia. Have fun.

Rolled 1 (1d20)

Rolling to change name to Harvey von Weinstein

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>>2017916

Welp. Get Rekt my friend.

Also, not what dice we'll be using this quest.

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>>2017910
>Write-In
Hemomancy

>>2017910
>Knowledge and Rituals
Quite useful to repel other undead and resist holy.

>>2017910
> Knowledge and Rituals
rituals to increase strength and followers, plus missions to search for rare ingredients seem fun.

>>2017910
>> Staggering Physical Power
I don't know why, but it seems like something a vampire should have

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>>2018088

Despite your magic being limited to the field of Hemomancy, you have pushed the boundaries of that school to such insane degrees that most people think you have the knowledge of an archwizard. Whether it's manipulating others like puppets, enhancing your own physical properties or lashing out with unstoppable tendrils - the very blood that feeds you is your weapon and expertise.

At least on the rare occasion where hostilities commence it is.

As a learned man you define yourself as an expert on all the creatures that stalk this Earth from Austrailia to Montreal and evebn beyond to the other realms. Studying takes time and it is something you have in had in abundance throughout your life, so indulging your occult passion seemed a very prudent course of action.

The fact that you know and employ a menagerie of rituals for protection against all these monsters that go bump in the night is a byproduct of such studies. Like a nice little ritual that ensures anyone lost in the surrounding woods will inevitably end up -

The front door of the keep swings open on it's own, ancient wood's impact echoing throughout the syonework countless times.

An old ritual, one that was prepared when your daughter required more food for her aging centuries ago. Anyone wandering in your woods even a single step from the path will end up at your door and compelled to enter.

The amount of humans and minor creatures who have fallen prey to this simple feeding mechanism truly beggars belief.

But as you turn to mist to sink through the cracks in the floor beneath you. Less favourable aspects of your character spring to mind, by the time you sink your teeth into the young lady's neck...

The brooding begins.

Despite all efforts you still are -

> Easily fooled by a pair of big br- eyes

> Incredibly Arrogant and vain

> Saddled with a mighty curse that you cannot break

> Posessed with a sadistic streak

> Write-In

>>2018091
>Incredibly Arrogant and vain
Seems fitting.

>>2018102

Ging to sleep now, Will update tomorrow.

Also Lyoko 5 part 2 is running if that interests anyone reading this. Same status there, will be updated after sleep -

Lyoko 5 Pt2: >>2017974

>>2018102
+1

>>2018091
> Incredibly Arrogant and vain
>>2018113
Goodnight

>>2018091
>> Easily fooled by a pair of big br- eyes

>>2018113
Night, looking forward to it.

>>2018091
>Easily fooled by a pair of big br- eyes
This reminds me of Alucard

>>2018091
>> Incredibly Arrogant and vain
and/or
> Easily fooled by a pair of big br- eyes

>>2018091
>> Saddled with a mighty curse that you cannot break

>>2018091
>> Easily fooled by a pair of big br- eyes

>>2018091

> Incredibly Arrogant and vain

>>2018091
>> Incredibly Arrogant and vain

>>2018091
> Easily fooled by a pair of big br- eyes

>inb4 we create a magic weapons with the stolen eyes of our enemies.

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>>2018102

Despite all efforts, your daughter calls you arrogant and vain on a nightly basis. Because when you're the second oldest vampire in history you deserve to have some swagger. After all; it was you who convinced the wolves not to bark at your door, you who cleaned the mess of The Doctor from Berlin, you who was called to take a walk Warsaw and deal with Baba Yaga...

Which may have resulted in unforseen circumstances in which you regenerated in your coffin, but the fact your soul was not vapourised by a literal trip to Hell just proves your majesty evermore.

"Wonder what she's doing now." You ponder as the girl in your arms takes her last breath. Tracking her would be far too time consuming for you, scrying a witch so powerful was far out of the equation as well.

Curiosity is much harder to sate than thirst after all, so it shall be put on the back burner for a year or two. After all, you are not the young adventurous nightwalker of old, even as it pains you to admit it.

You had other duties to this world outside of whatever this Walpurgis Division, after all you're very important.

So important that-

> Some new Wolf wants to come and meet, probably have to fight him and beat him just like his predecessor

> Another Hunter is coming by. Hopefully you won't have to fight him.

> Jack requires your oversight while cleaning your summoning room. He can't get out unless you stay in to keep the Salt Lined Door ajar.

> If you do not drink the centuries old wine then, who will?

> Write-In

>>2018734
>> Jack requires your oversight while cleaning your summoning room. He can't get out unless you stay in to keep the Salt Lined Door ajar.

>>2018734
>another hunter

bravado vs cynical bordom, GO

>>2018734
> Another Hunter is coming by. Hopefully you won't have to fight him.
lets kick his ass

>>2018734
> If you do not drink the centuries old wine then, who will?

>>2018734
>If you do not drink the centuries old wine then, who will?

>>2018734
Changing to
> If you do not drink the centuries old wine then, who will?
because who needs to kick ass when we can be alcoholics

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You hear a plate shatter clean on the other side of the estate, close by the outbuilding that used to serve as stables.

Sadly the word stables no longer applies to the creatures who dwell there, so Jack had taken calling it the beastiary or The Lair depending on his mood.

Whenever you wish to amuse yourself you simply call it The Nursery, his impassioned rants about how nursery implies mammalian body structure is always so interesting. In fact, were it not for yourself, you'd argue that dear Jack's dabbling in Science made him the chief expert in the effects of monster anatomy and biology.

Such an interesting manservant you acquired.

Deftly reaching inside your shit pocket, you produce a tiny little bell and ring it twice. Maintaining corporeal form for your walk, even you can't hear Jack's arrival, so you simply wait for him to speak from the shadows of a nearby statue.

"Master. Delightful to see you this evening. I figured I'd be spent doing routine chores." He greets you warmly, despite the title.

"Yes dear Jack, I'm afraid the cleaning I require is less dust and more grim." You smile as you turn and extend your hands, "Please clean my meal off the floor and keep anything actually interesting out of the way of our guest. I shall meet him in the dining room."

"Ah, so you will actually be sampling my Cockatrice tonight?" He says with hope.

"Dear naive, Jack, of course not. I'm going to use it to show how vastly superior I am to this hunter." You reply.

"Of course sir." Your manservant replies as he picks up the bloodless corpse and begins heading toward his fleshpits. "Will that be all?"

"For now. I look forward to sharing some victory wine with you after."

"Of course sir." He answers.

One swarm of bats later, you manifest in your favourite seat, a lucurious white wooden creation that a Dwarf paid you in tribute around your 140th year. Or was it 180? Regardless, you simply pick up your knife and fork, slice into the surprisingly delicate monster meat and feel the steam, scent and flavour begin to dance upon your senses.

A content sigh is all you manage before the door explodes into a storm of splinters. A thousand tiny little stakes covering the room in their shrapenel.

None even comes close to you of course, a small Red cocoon covers you and anything you deem wroth protecting before the spikes have begun their assault.

So you, your chair, the painting of Napoleon and the lillies on the table are all spared the side effects of The Hunter's entrance.

The rest of the room is a pine forrest in minature, in fact if you were so inclined you could prbably have a basilisk petrify the many splinters and sell it off as a stone sculpting masterpiece.

"Hm." You say aloud at the thought, perhaps you would do that.

"I have found ye, O dark one - basking in your opulence and filthy pride. The slayer of man and drinker of life, I have at last travelled from my homeland of Madrid to see-"

[CONT]

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>>2019113

Sorry to the wine votes, was already writing. Should have called it, but I was supposed to hit post before shower - instead I fucked up the captcha and now this. I tried to include a nod or two and will include a scene later.

"Greetings Spanyard. You've come a long way to see me and I am nothing if no hospitable." You take a sip of the wine, "Plus I don't want you to fight me on an empty stomach should it come to that."

"You... want to eat with me?" He asks clearly confused, the wide brimmed hat failing to cover his widened eyes... or his pointed ears.

"Indeed. I believe among your people it is called a Yarlon-Mane. It means something like, pre war respect doesn't it? I'm afraid elvish to german translation is rather difficult." You swirl the glass around.

"I-I-" He stammers and you see his hand hover above his pistol fearing some deception.

> You cannot defeat me, but if you're oging to try at least be civil first.

> If you want to skip the meal can we take this outside, I quite like my home.

> Why have you hunters been specifically come after me, I've been pretty much a recluse.

> I don't think I've ever seen an Elf Hunter before. May I ask your name?

> Write-In

>>2019128

Wow those typos. Get it together Darren Christ.

>>2019128
>> I don't think I've ever seen an Elf Hunter before. May I ask your name?

>>2019128
>> I don't think I've ever seen an Elf Hunter before. May I ask your name?
is k qm. :) politeness is key

>>2019128
>> Why have you hunters been specifically come after me, I've been pretty much a recluse.

>>2019128
>Why have you hunters been specifically come after me, I've been pretty much a recluse.

> I don't think I've ever seen an Elf Hunter before. May I ask your name?

>>2019128
>> Why have you hunters been specifically come after me, I've been pretty much a recluse.

>>2019128
>I don't think I've ever seen an Elf Hunter before. May I ask your name?

>>2019128
>>I don't think I've ever seen an Elf Hunter before. May I ask your name?

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Called for Elf. Writing in 2.

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Something about this elf is interesting, beyond the seemingly unheard of profession he has found himself in. The man is young for an elf, probably no older than 50; yet he stands with the confidence of an elder, an ancient. Plus the destruction of your door - that explosion was magic, servicable quality if not impressive which; coupled with the biggest threat of a hunter could be intruging. This boy hasn't even shown any of his gear or tricks yet, so perhaps politeness can stick around for a little longer.

"You know, in all my years I have never seen or heard of an elf hunter. May I have your name boy?" Your voice is calm and steady, progressing to a booming declaration as you stand to your full height and dab at your mouth with a handkerchief.

"I am posessing of no name! I am nothing but a tool of the meek to slay creatures such as you!" The boy declares parting his thick jacket to draw a pistol, "Time to die creature!"

"Really?" You deadpan.

"Really!" He responds.

"Do you have any idea how many times that old man has done this?" You toss aside the copper goblet in a burst of rage, "I wager he took out that old watch that ticks backwards, with the red moon engraving. Called you the chosen one? Put his hand on your head and awakened within you the memories of your true purpose?"

"Uh... How did you know that you fiend!" He fires off a shot which you simply pluck out of the air and thrown over your shoulder like the trash it is. The Old Man's silver is so impure that your fingers do naught but itch after contact.

> Because The Old Man is a fraud who brainwashes strong men and women to kill me. You have no name because he took it from you

> You'll die not knowing Hunter, let us have a good fight

> Jack, deal with our guest. He is boring me.

> Write-In

>>2019700
>> Because The Old Man is a fraud who brainwashes strong men and women to kill me. You have no name because he took it from you

>>2019700
>Because The Old Man is a fraud who brainwashes strong men and women to kill me. You have no name because he took it from you

>>2019700
>> Because The Old Man is a fraud who brainwashes strong men and women to kill me. You have no name because he took it from you

>>2019700
>> Because The Old Man is a fraud who brainwashes strong men and women to kill me. You have no name because he took it from you

>>2019700
>> Because The Old Man is a fraud who brainwashes strong men and women to kill me. You have no name because he took it from you

>>2019700
>> Because The Old Man is a fraud who brainwashes strong men and women to kill me. You have no name because he took it from you

>>2019700
>> Because The Old Man is a fraud who brainwashes strong men and women to kill me. You have no name because he took it from you

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>>2019807

The Greater Good.

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I thik you guys might want to a dramatic revelatun.

Here's dice rules.

1d100 + mods for certain actions.

Rolls are best of 3 but crits override including crits outside of the 3.

Quite a lot of the time I'm dumb and forget to say when I'm writing. Rolls after this post will not count no matter what.

I love you guys. Give me a 1d100+20 for DRAMATIC REVEAL

Rolled 93 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

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>>2019846

Welp. That's a crit.

Rolled 28 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>2019839

Rolled 1 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

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>>2019860
mother fucker

>>2019867
I shall go commit sudoku now after I figure out how to do it

Rolled 76 (1d100)

>>2019839

>>2019876
remember don't put more than one number in a line or box.and the best way to play is to start from the top left hand box.

I like Sudoku, its a great brain teaser

Rolled 9 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>2019839

Crit fail + Crit success = cancel out? Nothing happens? A little success, but then failiure?

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>>2019846

Called. They do indeed cancel, so we're looking at a 48, 96, and 29.

So best of 3 = 96.

Still a fucking great roll you lucky bastards.

Will be a while before I write. Got some tabletop stuff to prep.

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The Hunter has begun muttering and staring at his gloved hands, "This cannot be... you are simply playing upon my doubts and insecurities you are-"

"An ancient and powerful evil blight upon this world?" A chuckle, low yet menacing is all you punctuate with, "I'm afraid Dear Hunter, I simply look after my own with no care for consequences. Not quite evil, more like a God who only interacts with the world when it benefits them." You flash a toothy grin at the revulsion on Hunter's face as he takes a half step back, fury, disgust and fear creating a delightful cocktail of emotion, "I see I've struck a nerve."

"That seems to be all you strike these days Father. Between your meal and this hunter you are growing indulgent in your old age." Mia says fomr your right hand as she appears from mist there. "An intruder has entred our castle, threatened your life at the behest of Helsing and you simply decide to give the whelp knowledge?" The scowl she directs at you would chill your heart and break it in two were you not entertaining company.

But, since your dear daughter has forgotten her manners, you decide to ignore her comments in favour of introductions; "Hunter, this is my daughter Mia Von Wesinten. You may know her as-"

"Oh Gods... Lady Bloodweeper, The Red Death... I-I-I-I-"

"Seem to know more of my duaghter than your actual target." You frown at this, feeling slightly slighted. Nobody remembers your nicknames anymore.

"Some of us have not sat cooped up in a dusty library for years." Mia coos, licking her fangs and staring at Hunter.

"I'll have you know my library is immaculate." You make a show of dramatically sighing, "I don't suppose you're going to let me solve this diplomatically my dear?" You actually reach out and brush some of the crimson hair from Mia's face; allowing the Hunter to see that like him your daughter's ears are pointed...

"I'm afraid father I do not take such insults lightly. Nobody set foot in our home consequence free." she giggles, a haunting thing that seem to play around the minds of mortal men and women. In fact, you hear it stop the intruder's heart for just a second as long forgotten prey instincts are paralysed. "Plus I haven't had Elf before..."

> Fine. Make it fun to watch.

> How about we comrpomise. Taste him, I'll compel him to give Abraham a message.

> No. He walks away. He will bring down The Old Man now that he knows the truth.

> Write-In

>>2020421
>How about we comrpomise. Taste him, I'll compel him to give Abraham a message.
Double-agent if he lives.

>>2020421
>> How about we comrpomise. Taste him, I'll compel him to give Abraham a message.

>>2020421
>>2020443
supporting this

>>2020421
>> How about we comrpomise. Taste him, I'll compel him to give Abraham a message.


Also, I'm sad nobody commented on us taking a bell out of our shit pocket here >>2019113

>>2020421
> No. He walks away. He will bring down The Old Man now that he knows the truth.

>>2020462
and as a minor point can the message sent be

"helsing, my dear old annoyance. can you please cease sending these infernal pests to my house? really the amount of doors I'm going through is beginning to get rather expensive and I have a mind to bill you for it. now if you really want to carry on this grudge, please just come yourself. ill have a nice pig slaughtered [the pink kind you humans eat] and we can discuss this man to vampire. now let us cease this squablling. and if you don't stop this harassment action, I shall sue you for criminal damage.

sealed with a wax seal, and maybe a ritual of watching so we can see his face as he realises the 2nd oldest vamp in existence is going to sue him for breaking his doors

>>2020491
Gotta build that army.

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"Now, now my dear. You're doing it again. If I'm to reign in my vanity, arrogance, self love and self centredness. Then you would try to dial back the bloodthirst a little. That was our deal." Chiding Mia is always an interesting endeavour, while she agrees with your experience and wisdom... your daughter does not share the same worldview.

Of course she bristles at this, "If you're suggesting we let him go-"

A raised hand is all it takes. "No. I'm suggesting we se him to deal with Abraham, feel free to have a taste darling."

With a swiftness The Hunter cannot hope to escape, your daughter grips both his wrists in one hand and tilts his head back with the other.

Like the predator she is Mia latches onto the Hunters throat and begins drinking deeply, the sound of flesh on flesh merely a predecessor of the single long gulp she takes of Elf blood.

Thankfully, Mia jerks her head back after her taste. The limp Hunter falling into your arms just as planned, with savage strength you force him to stare into your eyes; the pupils of a goat boring into his very mind as you give him a commandment he cannot refuse;

"Hunter. You will return to Abraham and make my displeasure known. Invite him to visit in person if he has the courage. Should he refuse and the opportunity present itself you shall strike him down for me." You smile baring fangs longer than your daughter's by twofold. "If it does not you shall be my eyes within the Old Man's operation. Also make sure he knows he owes me more doors than I can count."

"Yes Father. You are very funny." Mia states. Hell you can hear the eyeroll behind your back, "JAAAAACK." She calls at the top of her lungs, your manservant appearing by her side a second later.

"Yes ma'am." Jack says with a polite bow.

"Remove this trash. I must speak with Father." She commands, striding to stand opposite you with the Hunter's limp body being dragged out between you. The silence is palpable as Jack retreats from your dining room with his burden, the door slams shut with as much finality as a coffin.

But still the silence persist as the two of you simply stare, surrounded by destroyed opulence and luxury.

"Daddy!" She cries throwing herself into your arms just shy of the speed of sound and wrapping you in a hug that would strain dragonscale.

Both of you undead grin like children on Christmas Eve as you embrace for the first time in four years.

> It's so good to have you back princess!

> Oh Mimi - I missed you

> It isn't the same without my little hellspawn!

> Write-In baby talk here

>>2021024
>Oh Mimi - I missed you

>>2021024
>> It's so good to have you back princess!

>>2021024
>> Oh Mimi - I missed you

>>2021024
> Oh Mimi - I missed you

>>2021024
> It isn't the same without my little hellspawn!
Mybe call her some cute nicknames you use to call her

>>2021024
>> Oh Mimi - I missed you
this one, we cutesy vampdads now

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"Oh Mimi, how your Papa has missed you." You declare picking her up and spinning her as if she were no taller than your knee again, "Truly this castle is more dour for your absense my little blossom."

"Dadyyyy you said you wouldn't call me that anymore-" She protests, though you can practically feel the joy radiating off of her.

"Actually I said I wouldn't call you it with anyone around and as far as I-"

"HELLLOOOOO!" A starnger calls out from behind you in a terrible impersonation of a German accent, "IZ SO NICE TO SEE FAMILY TOGETHER!"

Standing by the table, is that girl you jus tdrained earlier. Her overcoat has been removed and you see odd indentations on her, but your daughter and you are too paralysed by this intrusion to notice. Your most personal of moments has been witnessed.

Standing here with mouths agape might be bizarre, but it won't solve anything.

"SUCH A PRETTY HOUSE-" This girl has no volume control whatsoever.

> Grab her by the throat and snap it

> What? Who? How?

> Demand answers

> Write-In

>>2023568
>> Write-In
So are you a Demon? Golem Maybe? Something else?

>>2023568
>Demand answers

>>2023568

> Write-In
"This does not happen to be one of your pranks does it?"

>>2023568
How long have you been standing there
And way are you died

>>2023568
>> What? Who? How?

>>2023568
daughter, you now have a meal. consider it a gift for letting the other go

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Instead of addressing the very loud and obnoxious elephant in the room, you turn to Mia; "Daughter. Assuming this is not one of these practical jokes you play in Paris... you have found yourself a meal."

With a grandiose gesture you invite her to drink of the intruder. Never one to turn down blood, Mia flies forth on legs more powerful than any werewolf - though the intruder's eyes surprisingly track the dash.

Two fangs sink home a moment later and the girl squeals in terror... No that was excited; "I'M GLAD YOU LIKED MY BLOOD! BUT I AM NOT QUITE READY TO FEED ON AGAIN, PLEASE WAIT AT LEAST HALF AN HOUR BETWEEN DRINKING!"

Mia tears a ragged line through her throat as she pulls away, a deliberate gesture of anger, no sire of yours would ever be so inaccurate with their fangs. "Father... she's completely empty of blood."

You blink and bring a hand to your beard, asessing the smiling creature before you, "You're no Demon. Changeling is impossible. A Revenant or Ghost would have no blood for me to drink. I detected nothing unusual about your blood; in fact you're purely human."

"NOT QUITE!" She shouts, causing Mia to wince by her side. The heiress slams her palm over your intruder's mouth.

"Father, please." Mia begs.

"I will not destroy such an enigma... I'd have senses or smelled a planewalker from a mile. So logically she's some kind of golem. But then she would have been caught by my rituals, I have repulsed such creations with them before." You've begun pacing around the room, Mia's and the newcomer's eyes following your path like some kind of bizarre tennis match.

Mia sighs and releases the girl, "Speak quietly whelp or I'll have your eyes." the newcomer nods covering her own mouth in a very childish manner, "Now what are you."

"I'm a gift." She whispers, "In order to convince Master Von Wesinten that Walpurgis are worth speaking with."

"You never mentioned a Walpurgis in any of your letters Father." Mia accuses with fiery eyes, in fact she looks like she's going to begin a furor right now.

"Later." You placate. "What kind of creature are you firstly."

"I am what Doctor Mathas called a Homunculus... I call myself Eva." She has begun cupping her mouth with her hands and hunching over as if that would make her quieter, were she not an infuriatingly odd olive branch you'd probably be amused.

"It is a pleasure to make your aqquantance Eva. Now, what exactly does this group want from me?" You cup your hands below her chin and force her gaze up to yours. Crossing the distance faster than her or Mia can follow. "Do.Not.Lie."

"I dunno. They just gave me directions here, said I'm to work for you and tell you they want to speak." She says calmly, in fact she looks strangely excited. "If you want to go speak to them I can take you there tomorrow night."

[CONT]

>>2017910
>German
>Ozymindas Von Wesinten

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Her words remind you that it is in fact almost dawn. Mia's mood is foul as she watches you interrogate the girl pledging herself to your service.

"Tonight has gone swiftly. Though I admit it was filled with joy and productivity." You announce aloud to nobody in particular.

Fortunately Mia loves your "narrator voice" so has to stifle a slight smile. "One thing remains Eva. To decide your fate and the course of action I will take."

> Jack. Train her.

> I hope you find my dungeons accomodating Eva

> Follow us to my study and sit quietly. My daughter and I must discuss things

> Die.

> Write-In

>>2024040
>> I hope you find my dungeons accomodating Eva

>>2024040
> Write-In
Have Mia show her around. It'll be funny

>>2024040
>> Jack. Train her.

>>2024040
yeah.........dungions

we will experiment/examine her then document our findings.

maybe even replicate the prosses

I'm surprised that anons are.....gasp.....stickinmg to an evil char when there is a little girl

>>2024040
>Jack. Train her.

>>2024040
>> Jack. Train her.

>>2024040
>> I hope you find my dungeons accomodating Eva

Hah, why would you trust something like this? Sleeper agent I tells ya.

>>2024040
>Jack. Train her.

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By 1 vote.

It's Training. I'm feeling kinda weird so give me 30mins or something until I write.

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With great pomp and circumstance you take the bell out of your shirt pocket, watching as the excitement in Eva's eyes disapears for the first time. She look scared as the bell rings out, the traiditonal pause to allow your manservant to drop whatever duty he is currently attending to - is all you allow before you say three words. "Jack." A breath as Eva tries to see the slender Englishman behind her, trapped in your ancient grip "Train her."

"Of course Sir." He bows deeply as you let Eva tumble to the floor, "I will ensure she is a maid worthy of your bloodline."

You smile and close your eyes, the killing intent and tension of the room melting away as you do so. On the surface that's all you do, but the window to the inner courtyard opens up as an extension of your will.

With a sickening thud, Jack propels himself through the air and drives both of his feet into the face of the Homunculi. She slams backwards hard bouncing up off the stone floor hard enough to fly out the window and upwards into the sky.

"An excellent start Jack. Mia and I will be in the study when class ends. I would value your insight." With a gracious pat on the man's shoulder you get out of his way. Allowing the ageless mortal to leap through the window after his new pupil.

"I remember when he first taught me." Mia says as he long flowing dress blows in the afterwind of Jack's exit.

"I remember how much you cried on the first day." You reminise for a second, holding the tiny little four year old in your arms as you applied your Hemomancy to her wounds as gently as possible.

"He put me. Through. The Ceieling." She stresses, crossing her arms and pouting.

The memories continue flooding back, "Jack only ever hurt you when you told him not to hold back."

"That's not true Papa!" She protests stamping a foot hard enough that the walls rattle. An evil gaze is enough to elicit a mumbled apology. "It was a lucky shot." She grumbles.

"Come now." You bid retreating into mist, "I need some wine and I have some of that dreadful barbarian brew you like."

You sense her following you as you manifest, as testament to Jack's ability a pair of full glasses await you by the green fire. "Whiskey is not a barbarian dirnk papa. It is an artform that takes decades-"

"It's Scottish." You spit. "Thus Barbarian brew."

The chair furthest from the fire turns, seemingly on it's own. But this time it is not you who willed it, in that chair sits a ball of greying orange hair standing at a mighty four foot eight. "I'd bid ye good night Vampires. But I don't lie."

> Kill him

> Dwarf. Speak your business and leave

> Greet him warmly

> Write-In

>>2024660
> Greet him warmly

Offer him a drink

>>2024660
> Kill him

>>2024660
>> Greet him warmly

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>>2024660
>Dwarf. Speak your business and leave

>>2024660
>> Kill him

>>2024660
>Dwarf. Speak your business and leave

>>2024660
>> Greet him warmly

>>2024660
>> Kill him

>>2024660
>> Kill him

>>2024660
>> Greet him warmly

>>2024660
>> Greet him warmly

>>2024660
>> Greet him warmly

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>>2024674

1d100+20

Best of 3 crits active including outside the 3. LETS GO.

Rolled 41 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>2031898

Rolled 14 (1d100)

>>2031898
O haaay

Rolled 56 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

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>>2031914

Picking up niece from her halloween party, then we get to see how this goes?

>>2032095
Cool

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With a snarl that would cause a God to flinch you savagely yank at the air, snatching all the blood from the body of the Dwarf with your magic. A simple and blunt application, but once backed by the girth of time and power - the will of the mighty.

Instead of a crimson tide being savagely pulled free of it's home a small explosion rocks the study as something reacts to your power, something intimiately familiar.

"Starstone...." You manage to spit, feeling Mia switch to her mistform as a cloud of gas begins to cover the room.

Honestly a foolish move on his part you don't need to breathe and honestly this hasn't affected your senses in any way whatsoe-

You harden your blood on reflex.

THUD

A pure silver axe bounces off the bridge of your nose, leaving a sizzling burn mark that stinks of rotten meat. "Now you didn't think that a little pure silver would be enough to -"

The dwarf levels two very large weapons, evidently in lieu of silver axes; he's going to attempt silver spewing blunderbusses/blunderbi?

You're going to say blunderbi because it's a fun word to say.

> Mist Form and grapple

> Rip the blood from him now his precious little token is gone

> Blood Harden and walk through his fire

> Blood Shield

> Write-In

>>2032324
>> Blood Harden and walk through his fire

>>2032324
> Blood Harden and walk through his fire
Come on baby, let's do it together

>>2032324
>Write-In
Mistform, into bloodform into harden as blood around him and chocke him to death.

>>2032324

this>>2032356

and before we kill him, nod respect.

you got in this far, in-noticed no less. good job but you interrupted family time......now die

>>2032324
> Blood Harden and walk through his fire
And give him lessions in beening nice to your host

>>2032418
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>>2032356
>>2032348

1d100+10.
Best of 3,crits active. Crits override the best of 3 and cancel each other. Let's go.

Rolled 80 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>2032433

Rolled 35 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>2032433

Rolled 20 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

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Called and Writing.

Rolled 40 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

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In this state you are untouchable and you know it, so you simply clas your hands behind your back and advance, as projectiles the size of cannonballs fly towards you.

You could step aside, duck, turn to mist, do anything but get hit by these balls and not even break stride. But this isn't about efficiency, this is about making a statement. The kinetic force of a blunderbuss striking is enough to cause the very air behind you to gust throughout your study at the nullification of kinetic force. But your leg muscles do not so uch as complains as they resist such a force once, twice thrice.

You give The Dwarf a toothy grin after the third impact fails to shake your body. The smoky steam rising from each impact warping your expressions to give you an even more twisted and ghastly visage than you oridnarily do when stalking.

In fact, it is the grandstanding itself which provides most of the fear factor you find. Giving creatures the knowledge of their minute scale in this world rarely has positive effects on their psyche.

But this brave foolish dwarf's resolve hardens like the finegolden amulet wrapped around the handle of his greataxe. His eyes glance down at it, and you faintly hear a half remembered name as he braces himself.

He begins to roar, but you cross the distance in a blur of grey and green. His eyes bulging as you grab his beard in your offhand and yank the wild growth from his face. Strips of flesh come with it as you release his mouth - in order to hear one of the rarest sounds in metahuman society.

A dwarf crying.

The laugh of an ancient vampire chills the blood of the lesser, but that is especially present in your case. Mia's laugh usually freezes to the spot, but your mighty chuckle seems to echo around the mind of those who hear it; shaking the wills of even the hardiest.

Like the beardless dwarf with the exposed jaw sobbing on your floor.

Now all you need to decide is what to do with him. After all, you were pretty set on killing him until that trinket made you... not so much go on the defensive as "react to his attacks."

> Dwarf blood is a great ritual component. Wonder how long you can keep his heart pumping in the ritual chambers

> The last time you tasted dwarf was when you were forty...

> "Mia darling, how would you like a bodyguard ghoul?"

> Execution - (how?)

> Write-In

>>2032561
>> Dwarf blood is a great ritual component. Wonder how long you can keep his heart pumping in the ritual chambers

>>2032561
>> Dwarf blood is a great ritual component. Wonder how long you can keep his heart pumping in the ritual chambers

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>> Dwarf blood is a great ritual component. Wonder how long you can keep his heart pumping in the ritual chambers

>>2032561

> Dwarf blood is a great ritual component. Wonder how long you can keep his heart pumping in the ritual chambers

Use his beard for a feather duster or something idk

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Apologies for Delay. Quest Lyoko got pretty metal in a hurry.

"Intruder, oh intruder. Where is you pride?" You taunt manipulating the bood in his body, "A ritualist vampire finds himself in posessesion of a dwarf. Alive. With blood." You sniff, "Unfouled, virginal and healthy."

He hovers off the ground by his throat, the veins and arteries of his body all exposed and protruding like delicious worms waiting to be plucked from their hiding places, "I could feast upon you and become untouchable or detectable by magic like you are."

A step closer as Mia looks on from behind him, evidently fearing Dwarven reistsance stretches to your blood control. Fortunately, you know how powerless he is. "But instead, I will keep you. A beardless dwarf, fed richly in foods to keep that heart ticking." At this you tap his breast pushing your fingers through the chestpiece and it's furious manticore design as easily as you would dip your hand in a wash basin... if you ever lowered yourself to such things.

Time to bring this home, with a stage whisper you add, "Do you know what I can summon with a goblet of your blood?" You lick his jawbone... casuing the mans soul to shrink away in terror and pain, "I will summon a great defiler, Indeed."

With a disgusting ease you carry the dwarf like this out into the hall where you find Jack already waiting. Your homunculi servant unconscious and properly attired as a maid over one shoulder.

"Another burden to bear master?" He snarks.

"Ritual chamber two if you please. He is to be given the bloodletter diet and kept away from methods of slef termination."

"Ah yes, you took his beard." Jack states plainly, eyeing your work, "I expect he would take his own life with a soup spoon if I let him at it."

"How is our new maid?" You ask politely, after letting the Dwarf drop it takes some time for the lanky Englishman to get both his passengers secure.

"She's harmless." He sneers, "Even when I was kicking her up and down the yard she couldn't land a hit. "I suspect a month before I get her ready to begin work. Four years before she reaches your standard."

At that you share a chuckle, "Jack, I doubt anyone will reach my standards of servitude."

"Yes, you do hold us dregs in the highest regard." He begins making ready to jump, "If I may?"

"Retire once you've deposited the dwarf. Keep the Maid in your bed tonight." At this you shoo him.

As he leaps from the ground floor to the top of the stairs in one bound, your daughter interrupts your plotting..."Were he not so infuriatingly prim and proper ,I'd worry that he'd take advantage of her." Mia complains complete with hands on hips.

"Nevermind that schnookums. We have to to make arrangements."

"Why is that Papa?" She asks in genuine surprise.

> [Dwarf's Amulet] I need to go kill The Princess of The Dwarves

> We're going to meet with Warpulgis

> We have a demon to summon

> Time to kill wolves

> Write-In

>>2032899
> [Dwarf's Amulet] I need to go kill The Princess of The Dwarves
Long term goal, but first
> We have a demon to summon

>>2033005

This is setting up the Starting bit of next thread and where we go from here.

Technically this whole thread is chargen.

>>2032899
>> [Dwarf's Amulet] I need to go kill The Princess of The Dwarves

>>2033012
Then go kill a princess

>>2033173
>>2033021
>>2033005

"Well then Mia." You say producing the Amulet the dwarf had wrapped around his weapon. "We need to go kill the Seer of the Alps."

"You mean-"

"Exactly. Let's go kill The Dwarvern Princess." You say with evil glee.

Oh yes, your time as a recluse is over.

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>>2032324
>being chaotic retard

idk about this

>debearding a dorf over nothing

nah shit quest i'm out