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>>2964024
Staggering in through the front door, you set down the bundle of leather straps that had prompted this whole mess as you collapse on the bench in the kitchen. Gabriela, your sister, offers you a piece of bread with a sympathetic look. Wordlessly accepting, you tear into it as you recover from the ordeal.

Your mother clicks her tongue as she walks in. “Well, at least you remembered the leather this time.” She walks past and begins laying out the assortment of beans and rice she had been carrying on the wooden table. “Gabriela. Come.” As your sister departs to assist her, your younger brother Miguel enters, investigating the racket. Seeing you so thoroughly defeated, he laughs. “Joto, joto, joto!” Lunging towards you, you realize he’s going for your bread!

>Fight him off, it’s your bread and you are VERY hungry.
>Twist out of the way, he’s always been clumsy anyway.
>Turn your back – he’s 8, it’s not like he can actually hurt you.
>Let him have it; you’re feeling generous.
>Other?

Welcome to Shovelhead Quest! You’ll play as a newly turned vampire/cannon fodder in the nascent Sabbat as you fight through various horrors, atrocities, and intrigue.

>Where and when the hell are we?
In the second half of the 17th century, in what is present-day Mexico.
>What setting are you using?
oWoD for most things, with some editing on my part. Most canon named characters will probably not show up for quite a while, if ever.
>Rules?
1d100, best of first 3. DC is hidden but will change based on your skills, abilities, and any environmental modifiers present.
>Anything else
Ask!

>>2964033
>Turn your back – he’s 8, it’s not like he can actually hurt you.
If you weren't such a little shit Mig we might have thought about sharing but noooooooooooooooo.

>>2964033
>>Twist out of the way, he’s always been clumsy anyway.

>>2964037
I do like how you displayed our physical stat choices for this.
I'm assuming that giving our little brother the bread would have been either humanity or willpower related due to us being hungry

>>2964033
>Let him have it; you’re feeling generous.
We a Mexica, central Americano, or a south Americano?

>>2964047
fuck, wrong one, turn your back, I meant

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>>2964033
>Turn your back – he’s 8, it’s not like he can actually hurt you.

As you simply roll over with a groan and weather his blows on your shoulder, hiding the bread from sight, Miguel laughs at your lethargic efforts. He makes one final half-hearted effort at his theft before running off again with that youthful energy of his, and you triumphantly finish the rest of your meal in peace. Now, as for the rest of the afternoon, what to-

Your eyes snap open, rest disturbed by a comotion in the back room, where your family typically takes their meals. Drowsily pulling yourself to a seated position, you notice the sun’s position has changed quite a bit from the last time you looked. Did you really just pass out? Annoying. Although, you suppose it had been about time for a siesta, anyway. As you stand up reluctantly, intent on seeing what the fuss – and potential meal - is about, you hesitate as you hear what sounds like a rustling of disturbed vegetation outside.
>Take a look.
>It’s not unusual for strays to be sniffing about outside; it’s probably nothing.
>Other?

>>2964046
Something like that, yes. They don't just influence basic stats, though.

>>2964081
Get a shovel, bat, or even a soccer ball net filled with soccer balls.

>>2964081
>Take a quick look.

That's actually pretty cool QM, I'm kinda hoping there's going to be more of that in the near future.

>>2964081
>Take a look.

>>2964090
Mid-17th century poor Mexican farmers are a bit low on soccer balls but you can grab something, sure
>>2964092
>>2964106
>Take a look
>Grab an improvised weapon
Rustling around until you find your trusty wooden plank with a semi-sharpened tip you use to discourage strays from harassing your farm, you open the door and look about for the source of the noise.
Roll me some 1d100s

Rolled 74 (1d100)

>>2964131
search roll

Rolled 36 (1d100)

>>2964131
I call upon the powers of the Chupacabra to give us a bullshit weapon!

>>2964131
oh fuck, we're serfs

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>>2964131
In general, I’ll ask for a roll against a DC I pick based on abilities, skills, difficulty, and modifiers. The more you beat the DC by, the better it is for you. In this case, for example, the DC was 65, since you’ve lived here all your life and know the land well, but the thing you’re looking for is a fairly small animal trying to remain hidden. Normally I will not tell you the DC, though.
>>2964142
>74

You look around the front of the shack, scanning the grass for depressions and looking for swirls of dirt that indicate recent movement. You notice tracks leading off to the left, around the corner of your house, and an agitation in the dusty air that supports this. Looking to the left, you JUST catch the tail of what looks to be a dog as it turns the corner. Probably a single wild dog – they’re all over the place, these days. Spaniards brought them over for hunting then just… abandoned them when they realized they weren’t as useful here as in Europe. Pendejos don’t remotely care about the attacks, deaths even, that this has resulted in.

>Follow it around the corner. These things can be dangerous!
>It’s just one, it’s really not worth it. It can definitely outrun you even on a good day, and this is not a good day. You’ve got better things to do.
>Other?

>>2964209
>Follow it around the corner. These things can be dangerous!

>>2964209
>Follow it around the corner. These things can be dangerous!
Remove perro

>>2964209
>Follow it around the corner. These things can be dangerous!

Turning the corner, plank held in front of you defensively, you prepare to scare the dog off before it mauls someone or steals your food – the two most common outcomes. Strangely, though, it doesn’t look to be attempting either of those things. You see it calmly sniffing at the base of the outer wall of the shack, pawing lightly at the intersection of boards and ground to expose more wood as it does. As the tough vegetation crunches over your feet, though, it suddenly looks back and notices your presence. It bolts off immediately.

Well, that’s that taken care of, at least.

>Leave to join what you presume is dinner and enjoy a job well done.
>I wonder what it was pawing at…
>Other?

I will say that each of these choices for the first session is affecting your stats, demeanour, and other things. It’s not simply ‘investigate and gain knowledge’ or ‘give up and gain nothing’.

>>2964321
>I wonder what it was pawing at…

>>2964321
>Leave to join what you presume is dinner and enjoy a job well done.
Dogs sniff all kinds of things. Some other animal probably took a leak there.

>>2964321
>No tie-breaker
You give the area a once-over, but don't see anything out of the ordinary jump out at you. You decide to head back inside.

Your mother gives you a reproachful look as you follow the scent of cooking and spices into the room where the rest of your family are having dinner. “Glad you could finally join us, Juan.” As she passes you the wooden bowl containing her usual hearty rice and bean dish, you settle in to the routine of the family dinner. Teasing your brother, talking with your sister, justifying your actions to your mother. It’s nice. Your mother nods as you mention the wild dog, though she doesn’t seem worried. They are very common, after all.

The meal comes to a close in typical fashion, your mother nabbing Gabriela to help with the washing up as she tries to escape. You have no plans for the remainder of the evening, though you do see your brother running off yet again to the outdoors. Does he have no end to his energy?

>You’ve been trying to learn how to read. You’re still not literate by any means, but now is as good a time as any to practice.
>Follow Miguel outside to play.
>Go to sleep early, you’re still beat.
>Other?

>>2964458
>You’ve been trying to learn how to read. You’re still not literate by any means, but now is as good a time as any to practice.
We will become smart serf

>>2964458
>You’ve been trying to learn how to read. You’re still not literate by any means, but now is as good a time as any to practice.
Too early to go to bed, and I still haven't forgiven Miguel for his attempted bread-thievery.

>>2964458
Despite your heavy eyelids, you open up your pilfered diccionario and begin looking through the listings, picking out the entries with pictures and trying to relate how the words are written with how you know them to be spoken. You’ve been at this a while; it’s probably not the most effective learning method. You are making progress, though! Just last month you figured out that the ‘ah’ and ‘ae’ sounds you make are usually written with the letter ‘a’. All these accents, though… confusing.

This continues for several hours as Miguel’s shrieking carries on and Gabriela continues assisting Mother with the chores. The sun passes overhead and begins to dip down beneath the horizon. Your eyelids droop lower and lower, until you finally admit that you’re not accomplishing anything by just staring blankly at the page. You place the book beneath the floorboard you keep it stored in and head off to your bed, the makeshift straw mattress calling your name. You head has barely set down before you fade into the welcoming embrace of sleep.

BANG.

Next thing you know, you've been woken up in the middle of the night by a loud noise outside. Blearily looking about, you can’t pinpoint the source, and no further noises come through in the next few moments. Glancing over at the other members of your family, they don’t seem to have woken up. You’ve always been a light sleeper.

What is it with today and your sleep being disturbed?

>Investigate on your own.
>Wake someone else up (Who?)
>Fuck this, your straw mattress is comfy and you’re not entirely sure it wasn’t your imagination. Stay in bed.
>Other?

>>2964554
>Other?
>Don't get out of bed but try and listen for a while longer.

>>2964613
supporto

>>2964613
Support for this, don't really feel like running out alone in middle of night

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>>2964554
>Don't get out of bed but try and listen for a while longer.

You decide to wait a bit, seeing if it really was your imagination.

BANG.

There it is again. Fully awake, you're pretty sure it's coming from the family's rickety shed - the direction's about right. You use it mainly for storing meat after the traps strewn about the farm perimeter catch something – a rare occurrence. Father was the one who knew how to build and maintain them, and since he… Well, you do your best anyway.

BANG.

The noise seems to be coming at fairly regular intervals. And... yep, you can hear the wind howling outside. Maybe the wind is swinging the door? Miguel does tend to leave it open, sometimes. He's forgetful like that.

BANG.

Well, this is annoying.

>Go take a look - confirm your suspicions.
>Wake up Miguel and make him do it – older brother privileges.
>Other?

>>2964669
>>Other?
Wake up Miguel and check together
I'd rather we not check it alone...

>>2964677
This was also my thought too

Supporting

>>2964677
+1

>>2964669
I will support >>2964677 and also take our semi-sharpened plank.

>>2964677
>>2964669
Supporting

>>2964677
Supportan

>>2964669
>Wake up Miguel and check together.

You sigh. As much as you’d like to push it off on Miguel, he’s only 8, and that wild dog could be sniffing around for all you know. Still – he’s at fault, no way are you letting him sleep through this.

BANG.

You amble over to his corner of the room and roughly shake him awake. “You left the shed door open, idiota.” Ignoring his protests of innocence, you drag him up from his warm, cozy-looking patch of hay and cloth with just a little vindictive pleasure. Grabbing your sharpened plank, your bare feet step out onto the dirty, cold porch flooring as you drag a sleepy Miguel behind you.

Squinting to see what’s going on nearly 100 feet away just by moonlight, you let your eyes adjust. After a few moments, the shed comes into focus and… yep, that pinche door is open, swinging in the wind like it’s mocking you.

BANG.

You cuff Miguel on the head in time with the noise and set out across the hard dirt towards the shed. He’s backed off his claims of innocence and is now just sullenly following in your steps, trying not to roll his small ankles in the packed dirt.

Thankfully, the dog is nowhere to be seen as you approach. Hanging off the latch of the rough, homemade door is one of Miguel’s toys. “Idiota!” you repeat as you take it off and hand it back to him. You’re about to shut the door when you notice something unusual: there’s something new hanging in the shed next to the meat you already had hanging there. In the moonlight, you can’t make out details from here.

>Mother probably caught something, which does happen rarely. Shut the door and ask about it in the morning.
>Step inside to get a closer look.
>Ask Miguel if he recognizes it.
>Other?

>>2964777
Dropped my trip, whoops. It's important to shitpost anonymously

>>2964777
>Ask Miguel if he recognizes it.

>>2964777
>Ask Miguel if he recognizes it.
Why do I get the feeling that Mig will either be drained or also turned into a shovelhead?

>>2964777
>Other?

Let's go get a light.

>>2964777
Sorry.

Close and lock the door, then go get a light. Too bad we can't see in the dark.

>>2964895
I support this choice as well.
We can actually combine it with asking Mig at the same time

>>2964777
You turn to Miguel. “Let’s get a torch, Miguel. It’s hard to see here.” He nods, barely awake, holding onto his toy protectively. You shut and latch the door before heading back to the house, back across the cold dirt. If this idiota had half a brain you’d be cozily dozing off right now, thinking of that chica at the leatherworker’s shop. But, he doesn’t, so here you are. You grab one of the family’s few torches, lighting it with your flint before returning back across the dirt. Each depression you make in the dirt reminds you of how much you would rather be asleep at this moment. Miguel’s muffled whining isn’t helping, either. The shed door stands stoic in front of you, blissfully silent.

(1/2)

>>2964911
You swing the door open and look in, vision aided by the torchlight this time. With the flickering light and shadows cast into the shed, you can definitely spot something new hanging there – looks to be a wild dog of some sort. You turn to Miguel. “You recognize that, hermanito? I didn’t catch it.” He squints and steps into the shed. “No, hermano mayor. Don’t think madre caught that one either.” He steps even closer and pokes it. “It’s a… dog?”

You step in to the shed with him, protectively placing a hand on his shoulder as you get a better look at it. Yep, that’s the perro you chased off earlier but… santa mierda its head has been twisted around completely! This wasn’t caught in one of your traps, that’s for sure.

BANG.

Jesuchristo that door is annoying.

>Investigate further. How did it get here? How did it die?
>Something about this doesn’t sit right. Send Miguel back to the house and poke around with your plank.
>Other?

>>2964983
>Get Miguel and you back into the house, nothing is right about this situation.
NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE

>>2965012
>>2964983
Yep. Fuck this noise.

>>2964983
In fact let's go back and wake the others, and maybe light another torch so we can use one as a weapon.

>>2964983
This>>2965012
Bar door and grab a cross. Something is fucked up.

>>2965039
Supporting. This is the work of El Demonio. Torch, cross and faith shall protect us.

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>>2964983
>Get out of here and pray this devilishness away

This is… wrong. You’re hardly the overly spiritual sort, but even you can recognize the work of the diablo. This isn’t how things should be. That dog’s corpse is still dripping blood! You dig out the wooden cross the town’s pastor gave to you on your last birthday and say a quick prayer. It doesn’t really make you feel all that much better, but it’s something.

“Miguel, we’re going back to the house. This isn’t right.” You tug his shoulder, indicating he should follow, as you start to move back out towards the door.

He tries to squirm away, elbowing you as he gives you that annoying grin of his. “Joto! I’m not afraid of our food, unlike you. We eat dog all the time – sissy!” He manages to get out from your grip – it wasn’t all that tight – and goes back to the hanging dog. He pokes it. “If you didn’t catch it, howdid it get here, hermano? A gift from Father’s spirit?” He shoots you a teasing grin. He knows that's a sore point for you.

>Grab his arm and drag him out of here, you are LEAVING.
>Try to convince him to leave. It’s late, whatever animal did this could still be here.
>Other?
>…The shed door should’ve banged twice more by now.

>>2965121
>Smack him across the mouth and drag his ass back inside
YOU WANNA TALK SHIT ABOUT DAD AT THE WORST POSSIBLE MOMENT? YOU BETTER BELIEVE THAT IT'S ONLY BECAUSE OF MOM THAT I'M NOT LEAVING YOUR ASS HIGH AND DRY FOR DIABLO!

>>2965121
Didn´t we latch the door?

Do we have any neightbors nearby?

>>2965155
You latched the door as you left but not when you reentered with the torch.

There are other farmers who are your neighbours, but they're still quite a ways away, especially if you walked in the night.

>>2965163
I mean, it doesn´t means anything. The wind has just stopped...

please tell me it did

>>2965121
>Grab him by his wrist and whisper to him

Miguel, pequeña mierda, this is serious. There is someone there and mother is still sleeping. Dios, listen to me. I am gonna try and scare it off. I want you to go to our neightbors´ and tell them to get the alguacil here as quickly as you can, you hear me?

>>2965218
>>2965121

This, except we take him back to get mom and we go get the neighbour's.

No splitting the party.

>>2965304
He is a fucking brat. Better give him a torch and make sure he runs straight to our neightbors. If there is someone really scary there is a chance he could get hurt.

>>2965320
Isolating the 8 year old kid? That's like giving whatever is out there a free meal.

>>2965326
Meh, may be right. Let´s give him the torch and grab a hoe for ourselves. But we have to make him realize that this is fucking serious.

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>>2965121
>GET OUT OF HERE HOMBRES!

You smack Miguel across the mouth as he back talks you. “This is NOT the time!” you whisper harshly. “Whatever’s done this could still be out there! We need to get back to the house. Dios watches over the dwellings of each of us, remember what the pastor said? We will be safe, there.”

BANG.

You turn suddenly at the out-of-rhythm noise, keeping a firm grip on Miguel this time, and see the upper half of the door has been… torn off, somehow. What could have done this? Suddenly, Miguel shrieks in fright at something as you feel a heavy impact on your shoulder, driving you to the ground and-

BLACKNESS.

Your eyes whip open. Your conscious mind takes a couple moments longer, as it snaps through your last memories and arrives at your current situation. You were… knocked out? Attacked from behind, maybe. Dios, what about Miguel? He was right there with you. You pray he’s survived, as you seem to have done. Wait a minute, did someone BURY you?

You’re surrounded by earth. It pushes down on you, but strangely you don’t feel panicky, or breathless. Now that you’re mentally situated, though, you can… sense… vibrations in the dirt. There’s a great deal of motion around you. Maybe you aren’t alone? Jesuchristo, buried alive in a mass grave. Something’s… dripping down onto you, too, you’ve just noticed. Might be raining up above.

All of a sudden, the motions all around you spike up suddenly in agitation. You hear screaming. And with that, you get an overwhelming urge. Urges. Compulsions.

DIG.
SURVIVE.
FEED.

>>2965348
And with that, I will have to step out for a bit! Will resume the thread in about 6 hours or so when I return. Feel free to shoot with questions, comments, gratuitous shitposting constructive criticism, or whatever else you'd like. Until then!

>>2965360
How old are we?

>>2965348
Would you mind warning when the votes are closed and you are writing, for the next threads?

Otherwise, nice quest. Wonder if we will be able to be a priest of the pack.

>>2965360
I'm kinda hoping we'll be a Tzimisce so we can build up an army of angry flesh chupacabras but I can live with being one of the other clans.

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>>2965379
Late teens, though keep in mind that teenage years were less of a thing back then
>>2965387
Noted. Will do.

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>>2965348
The compulsions guide your body, mind, and spirit, and you find your arms tearing through the loose earth almost without conscious thought. Around you, you feel others doing the same, giving the sensation of being stuck in a pit of dirt and writhing bodies. The screaming continues from all around you, rising and falling without rhythm. It doesn’t sound frightened, though. Almost… excited? You find your mouth opening as you join in, emotions rising and falling in uncharacteristic jolts. You’d be unnerved if it weren’t so exhilarating.

At last, your arms find air, and you pull your upper torso from the ground, legs following suit as you roll out onto the dirt. As you lay there, catching your- wait, no, you’re not out of breath. Strange.

As you lay there, staring at the sky and coming down slightly from the emotional high, you see others emerging around you in similar states of exultation. You notice you’re still screaming, and stop, a little put off.

>See if you recognize anyone
>Stand up and look around at the terrain
>You feel… off, somehow.
>Other?

>>2966841
>Stop screaming and check yourself, you feel off somehow

>>2966841
>Stop screaming and check yourself, you feel off somehow
>May call it for the night and resume in the morning depending on turnout

You feel the urge to start screaming again, but you keep it down. Something feels… different, now. As others emerge from the dirt around you, you pay little mind to them and focus on that difference.

The night air is… sharper. The sounds of the wilderness and your brethren are unusually clear. The light, brighter than you last remember. You can almost taste the anticipation in the air, and suddenly, instinctively, recognize the smell around you as blood. Human blood. How did you know that?

You realize suddenly that it’s not raining, and look down at yourself, wondering where the dampness you felt came from. The red tint and iron tang in your nostril betray it as the source of that smell, the blood. Briefly glancing about, everyone around you is similarly covered. Strangely, you aren’t frightened – in fact, you almost feel-

FEED.

The compulsion hits your brain like a hammer. Dios, you really are hungry, aren’t you? Guess mama’s dinner wasn’t enough for you tonight. Your brain hones in on a shape in the distance – this urge is targeted, direct. Down the hill, you see a large building, stone. Very rare around these parts; there are only a few like it in town. You briefly ponder how you know you can find something to eat there, but dismiss the thought as unimportant with a shake of your head. You are still in town, right? Wait, wait, wait a minute, let’s slow down, what’s going-

FEED.

>Stagger to your feet and head towards the building. You are hungry, after all.
>Get up and run towards the building. You are very hungry, after all.
>Stumble down the hill towards the building, relying mostly on gravity. You are hungry, after all.
>FEED.

>>2966967
> Look for someone to help you, everything is wrong!

FEED

>>2966967
Wait, is this still Chargen?

Because in that case

>Get up and run towards the building. You are very hungry, after all.

>>2966967
>FEED.
>FEED.
>FEED.
>FEED
>FEED.
>FEED.
>FEED.
>FEED.
>HELP.
>FEED.
>FEED
>FEED.
>FEED.
>FEED.

>>2966967

>Get up and run towards the building. You are very hungry, after all.

FEED.

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>>2966984
Sort of, yeah, but every option has a consequence. Just vote normally and everything will turn out fine...
>>2966989
>Thinking anyone can help you, now

>>2966967
>Get up and run towards the building. You are very hungry, after all.
>FEED.

Dios, you can barely take this any longer. This is worse than that time you got lost trying to track down a wild pig you injured and went without food for 3 days. This is worse than that time mama screwed up a meal when you were little and tried to force-feed you burned rice, and you refused to eat anything until father showed up with meat 2 days later. This is worse than-

FEED.

BLACKNESS.

-that time that… wait, where are you?

The walls of the building you’ve targeted why are you targeting it? loom in front of you and you finally recognize it as the manse of the local Spaniard ruler. He killed father, you know he did, he won’t admit it but he- You hear ecstatic shrieking behind you, and you turn to see a sizeable group, at least 20, coming down the hill after you. It looks like you beat them here. Now, you just have to find a way into the manse...

You idly brush some ash off your shoulder. You don’t feel QUITE so hungry any more, but hey, if there’s more food in there, might as well see.

>Look around for an actual entrance.
>These are pretty rough stones; try to scale the wall.
>Other?

>>2967050
>These are pretty rough stones; try to scale the wall.
Any actual entrance is going to get crowded real fast.

>>2967050
I wonder if we can enter uninvited? Do we assume there are other people in the building as well? Would not like to drain a kid accidentally.

>>2967066
>Would not like to drain a kid accidentally.
At this point we've already committed diablery, a kid at this point would be the least of our sins before Final Death is upon us.
I do however understand your desires to hold onto our humanity. I too wish the same, albeit I fear it might be more damaged and dirtied before we achieve some modicum of freedom.

>>2967066
At this point you know almost nothing about your own nature - just that you are hungry, and you KNOW that you can FEED. in that manse

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>>2965121
>These are pretty rough stones; try to scale the wall.

>>2967050
>These are pretty rough stones; try to scale the wall.
Roll me some 1d100s, folks. Will start writing when I get back.

Rolled 93 (1d100)

>>2967107

Rolled 70 (1d100)

>>2967107
BY THE POWERS OF THE SON! WE WILL HAVE A GRIP!

>>2967107
fucking trip again

>>2967109
GRIP WAS GOTTEN!

>>2967109
GRIP ACQUIRED

Back and writing

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>>2967107
>93
You’ve not much experience climbing before, but whoever put this wall together clearly did not have ‘keeping a determined human from climbing over it’ do you still feel human? on their mind when doing so. You quickly grab onto the various outcroppings and haul yourself up to the top, peering over into the courtyard below.

There are guards pacing about, nearly a dozen that you can see, between here and the FEED. building. They carry those flintlock rifles they so love to tote about on their shoulders, and a torch. Staring at the flames they carry gives you a momentary shudder, though you can’t quite place it and it quickly disappears. Just another odd thing on an odd night, you suppose. Now that you have a moment to yourself, actually, you think back on the events of-

FEED.

That’s right! You need to eat! Questions can wait until after you’ve found your way into the mansion and found some hearty BLOOD. food and drink. Wait, what was that last thought? You shake your head to clear it, deciding that it can wait.

The sounds below you tell you that the main body of the crowd behind you has circled around, likely looking for a gate. You’re smarter than that, though.

>Wait up here and see how things play out.
>Crawl down the other side and try to sneak to the mansion – Spaniards don’t typically take kindly to Natives on their property.
>Those guards probably have a better idea about what’s going on than you do – approach one and ask him some questions.
>Other?

>>2967151
>Wait up here and see how things play out.
The Patient Hunter gets it's prey.

>>2967160

This.

And as my eyelids are actively fighting me at this point, I think I will leave this vote open for the night and resume mid to late morning CST tomorrow. Thanks all for playing and, as before, any questions/comments/constructive criticism/other are welcome!

>>2967050
>Thinking anyone can help you, now

It's a natural reaction for someone who is still a Teenager to run and hope to find someone to help you.

> Other?

Kitchen or Servants entrance?

>>2967207

> It's a natural reaction for someone who is still a Teenager to run and hope to find someone to help you.

Bullshit.

>>2967199
Thank you for running! Interesting quest and setting, hope to see more from you.

>>2967221
When shit is this messed up? When they're so hungry?

He's still somewhat of a kid suddenly way out of his depth.

>>2967247

That heavily depends on the teenager, but I'll concede the point. Still though, he's a Native, and I doubt he'd want to risk having anything to do with the Spaniards employed to the man he's convinced killed his father.

>>2967256
That's true. Which is why he should find a hopefully defenseless friendly Native servant.

Maybe even someone he knows who works there!

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>>2967207
>Kitchen or Servants entrance?
You're on kind of an outer wall around the courtyard that the mansion is in - but once you get to the building, sure.
I see now that my writing was a bit vague on that point in some earlier posts. Apologies.

>>2967199
Back and writing. Depending on how many people are awake yet may be a slow burn session today - we'll see.

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>>2967151
>Wait up here and see how things play out.

You’ve always taken a more patient approach to things in your life. You trap animals instead of hunting; you farm instead of taking up a trade and selling your goods. Keeping that trend here seems a safe bet. Those Spaniards have guns! You’re sure when the crowd gets to the gate and starts talking to the guards things will get worked out, though. Why would you all be directed here if they didn’t know you were coming?

CRACK.

The sharp report of a gunshot rings across the yard. Are those pendejos SHOOTING into the crowd? Bastards. Probably just got bored of dealing with them and decided it was easier to open fire. Wouldn’t be the first time. Dios, you miss-

CRACK. CRACK. CRACK.

Screams begin to accompany the gunshots. You feel like a coward for not helping out you brethren why do you feel so attached to them? but it’s not like you have a weapon! They’d just shoot you too!

All but a few of the guards have begun running to the gate and readying their firearms. The way to the manse is almost clear now, thanks to – Dios, that’s a grim thought – thanks to the… distraction at the gate. And you HAVE to make it to the manse, that much you know.

>Climb down the wall and try to sneak through the courtyard.
>Jump down the wall and make a run at the manse!
>Head over to the gate – it’s a long shot, but maybe you can talk some sense into the Spaniards. Before getting shot, ideally.
>Other?

>>2967892
>Climb down the wall and try to sneak through the courtyard.
They're distracted, now's our chance.

>>2967892

>Climb down the wall and try to sneak through the courtyard.

Sneeki breeki

>>2967892
>>Jump down the wall and make a run at the manse!

>20 minutes seems a reasonable time to close off votes
Give me those sneaky 1d100s

Rolled 83 (1d100)

>>2967946
AHHHHH NUUUUU CHEEKI BREEKI!

Rolled 17 (1d100)

>>2967946
rollan

>>2967977
>>2967974
With our powers combined, we create a perfect 100

Rolled 39 (1d100)

>>2967946

>>2967892
>83
>Luck beats skill 7 times of 10

You’re hardly one of those trained hunters who can pass through an area without even the bugs noticing their presence, but it's dark out and there is a rather large distraction currently. You awkwardly climb down the other side of the wall and decide to try sneaking across the courtyard.

Thankfully, your position very near a row of those stupid decorative bushes the Spaniards love to place around their property and leave for the natives to maintain. It’s hardly any work at all to keep out of sight, and with all the people running around the noise made by your inexpert stalking does not seem to raise any alarms. You come to the end of the row at one of the corners of the large, nauseatingly luxurious mansion. The Spanish coat of arms is painted on a wooden panel to the side of the main entrance, as if you could forget who owned it.

>It looks like the door guards ran off too – just head in through the front door. Fastest and simplest is best.
>Look around for a servant’s entrance, that’ll probably be the easiest place to find the food you’re looking for. You might even see one of your fellow natives there who can explain what the HELL is going on.
>Climbing up the courtyard wall wasn’t so hard; try to climb up the building’s wall and enter on another floor. The REAL good food will be in a dining room somewhere.
>Other?

>>2968038
>Climbing up the courtyard wall wasn’t so hard; try to climb up the building’s wall and enter on another floor. The REAL good food will be in a dining room somewhere.
Even if there's no guards nearby, there's always someone that can easily spot us coming through the front door and call for help.

>>2968038
>>Climbing up the courtyard wall wasn’t so hard; try to climb up the building’s wall and enter on another floor. The REAL good food will be in a dining room somewhere

>>2968038
>Sorry for delay - minor thing cropped up. Dealt with.
You look up at the wall of the building. It’s smoother than the courtyard wall, but that was a breeze! How hard could this be? You pick out a location that looks to have a reasonable number of things to hold onto and start climbing up.

Bring out those kung fu grip 1d100s

Rolled 4 (1d100)

>>2968191
inb1 nat 4

Rolled 5 (1d100)

>>2968191
I looks like job for me

Rolled 51 (1d100)

>>2968191

>>2968197

LOLE

>>2968220
>>2968219
>>2968197
Fuck, QM what's your rules on crits?

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>>2968197
>>2968219
>>2968220
>>2968227
>>2968229
I don't care what anyone else thinks, I am proud of my nat 4.

>>2968229
1s and 100s overwrite, everything else is best of 3
>>2968220
That's a white belt grip, at best.

>...Writing

>>2968240

You should be, you called that sum'bitch.

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>>2968243
>>2968191
At this point remembering my trip is basically a coin flip chance.

>>2968038
>Climbing up the courtyard wall wasn’t so hard; try to climb up the building’s wall and enter on another floor. The REAL good food will be in a dining room somewhere.
>51
>This wall is in fact, so hard

Almost immediately you can tell that this wall is NOTHING like the outer stone wall. This has had quite a bit more care put into it, and while the desire was likely aesthetics rather than defense, the end result is the same – you can’t get up more than a few feet before falling back down onto your ass, no matter how hard you try.

Worse still, it seems your inexpert stumbling has attracted attention; the torchlight of the nearest guard is drawing closer and you hear the distinctive click how can you hear that so clearly? of the flintlock being readied for combat. He calls out: “Quien va alla?”

Shit.

>You might JUST have time to dart in the front door before he gets here.
>There’s a few stone steps leading up to the front door – try to hide behind them and pray he doesn’t get too close.
>At your estimation, you don’t think you’ll be able to make it around the corner of the house before he sees you, but you might be able to make it before he gets a shot off, at least.
>Other?

>>2968301
>>There’s a few stone steps leading up to the front door – try to hide behind them and pray he doesn’t get too close.

>>2968301
>There’s a few stone steps leading up to the front door – try to hide behind them and pray he doesn’t get too close.
Let's hope he's got the shit-tier stealth detection AI that's in most stealth games.

>>2968301
>Dart to the front door

Dinner awaits

>>2968301
>You might JUST have time to dart in the front door before he gets here.

We go

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>>2968301
>No tie breaker
>Dart in the front door, but
>Hide behind the steps

You quickly move behind the stone steps leading up to the main door, taking a position directly beneath the Spanish coat of arms. The guard approaches waving his torch about as he surveys the area. The flickering light and heat you can sense it, even from here drives something in you wild, though; you can’t stay here. You have to move. Peeking out, you wait until he’s looking at the other side of the building, then rapidly vault up to the stone platform in front of the door and dart inside. You hear a shout and a CRACK as you slam the door behind you, wood splinters spraying over your shoulder as a hole is blown in the door.

Did he just SHOOT at you? Jesuchristo, this food better be worth it.

In any case, you’ve made it inside! Now, where to look for food…

>The kitchens will have the most quantity, and the serving staff should be able to explain things to you; they hate the Spaniards as much as anyone.
>A dining room should have it all laid out, already prepared. Won’t have to dig through the drawers or shelving like you would in the kitchen or pantry.
>Man, all this running has made you kind of THIRST. thirsty. Look for a wine cellar, or something.
>Other?

>>2968442
Huh, apparently formatting breaks greentext after it. Good to know.

>>2968452
>test test >test
I wonder if this setup works for spoilers in greentext?

>>2968442

> Man, all this running has made you kind of thirsty. Look for a wine cellar, or something.

>>2968442
>A dining room should have it all laid out, already prepared. Won’t have to dig through the drawers or shelving like you would in the kitchen or pantry.
FEED
FEED
FEED
FEED
MAIM
FEED
FEED
FEED
FEED
HELP
FEED
FEED
FEED

>>2968442
>>A dining room should have it all laid out, already prepared. Won’t have to dig through the drawers or shelving like you would in the kitchen or pantry.

>>2968442
>A dining room should have it all laid out, already prepared. Won’t have to dig through the drawers or shelving like you would in the kitchen or pantry.

You remember from talking with some of the manor staff at iglesia on Sundays that most of the real fancy stuff is on the second floor. Something about the prestige, you don’t really understand it. You bet that’s where the main dining room is, though. You ascend the nearby stairwell and start moving through the second floors’ rooms, seeing what you can find.

As you pass from the entrance hall, you hear the main door open behind you and a pair of footsteps move into the room you just left, the guard’s shouting resuming. “Escoria!” Sounds like you’d better hurry – you’re on a clock. You just KNOW this food will be worth it, though, and images of piles of expertly spiced rices, breads, meats, and vegetable dishes run through your mind like-

FEED.

Hmm. Now that you think about it, you’re not actually sure what exactly you’re hungry for. You shrug. You’ll figure it out when you get to the dining room, probably. Really, a lot of the events of tonight seem-

FEED.

You rub your head. Where were you going, again? Right, the dining room. You move swiftly through the unfamiliar building as the sounds of the guard trail you.

Roll me 1d100 for dodging guards and acquiring dining rooms.

Rolled 57 (1d100)

>>2968584

Rolled 26 (1d100)

>>2968584
WE'RE TOTALLY A PDF FILE! IGNORE US!

>>2968653
Damn it! Those crafty Spaniards are onto us!

Rolled 85 (1d100)

>>2968584
FEED

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>>2968584
>85
>Yes, and.jpg

Unfortunately, none of the rooms you go into at first look like dining rooms – you assume, at least. You’ve never actually been in a Spaniard’s dining room, and are mostly going off second-hand descriptions. You see a bedroom with a bed larger than your family’s whole kitchen, a closet bigger than your sleeping room filled with enough dresses to outfit an entire dance floor, even some kind of weird hole in the wall that seems to just be a sheer vertical passage. What in Dios’s name is that for? You hear the footsteps and cursing of the guard pass rooms you’re in several times, but he never thinks to check in the rooms themselves. Idiota.

Finally, on your fourth door you find a dining room. Curiously, very little food is laid out – some artisanal meats sliced into various shapes, a pitcher of what looks like red wine. Jesuchristo that’s a lot of red wine, these Spaniards are always so wasteful. Around the table, several goblets of wine are positioned in front of empty chairs which have clearly been vacated in a hurry. They’ve been pushed back from the table inelegantly, and some are even knocked over. Maybe they heard the gunfire and went to see what happened?

In any case, you don’t think there’s enough food here to fill you up. Better check-

Click. You hear a side door you hadn’t noticed open, and a butler emerging into the room stops suddenly as he notices you. “Who are you? You should not be here!” he hisses. “Wait, are you…” his eyes widen suddenly and he bolts back down the passage he came from. Was he afraid of you? That’s odd. You wonder why-

FEED.

You’re chasing him down the passage. Why are you doing that? Ah, you bet he can point you to some food: that’s probably it. Why does he still look so afraid, though?

>If you just get a bit closer you can ask him some questions politely.
>Shout out to him from here; the noise might draw that guard’s attention, though.
>Stop chasing him and go back to searching for food on your own.
>Other?

>>2968777
>If you just get a bit closer you can ask him some questions politely.
Time to drain the butler

>>2968777
>If you just get a bit closer you can ask him some questions politely.

>>2968777
>If you just get a bit closer you can ask him some questions politely.

>Polite questions
Seems fairly decisive, writing

>>2968777
>If you just get a bit closer you can ask him some questions politely.
>You all knew how this would play out.
>Why is there such little good art of male vampires?

Dios, he’s really out of shape. You don’t even feel the burning in your muscles you normally do as you gain on his pudgy, gasping form. He must not have gotten far.

You call out in a low voice as you finally catch up to him, placing a hand on his shoulder to try and slow him down. “Señor! Por favor, I only want to ask where I can find some food.”

He jumps as you touch him, looking back in equal parts fright and confusion. He gives a non-verbal shout and tries to throw you off to no avail. “Is this… some sort of sick game?” he grunts out as he fights back.

“No, no, I swear señor, I only-“

FEED.

-“mmmphhhh!?” your reply is muffled as you realize your teeth are buried in his neck. A hot, tangy liquid rushes down your throat. Blood. …Jesuchristo what have you done?

He’s still fighting back, but he was already weak and you can tell he’s fading rapidly. He’s lost a fatal amount of blood how do you know that? already, his body just hasn’t realized it yet. When did you drag him to the ground?

>This feels… right. You aren’t so hungry anymore. What ARE you actually doing, though?
>This feels… good. Your hunger has abated. You should look around and see what’s going on around you, though.
>No, no, this is all- This feels… natural. Hunger isn’t such a bother, now. Just… wait and see if the crowd catches up to you. Ahhhhhh…
>Hold on, something’s up here, you aren’t in your right- FEED.

>>2968967
>This feels… right. You aren’t so hungry anymore. What ARE you actually doing, though? Try to get away from the Butler.

>>2968967
...And of course I forget to spoiler something. Last line should be:

He’s still fighting back, but he was already weak and you can tell he’s fading rapidly. He’s lost a fatal amount of blood how do you know that? already, his body just hasn’t realized it yet. When did you drag him to the ground?

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Stepping out for food - will resume when I get back.

>>2968967
>This feels… right. You aren’t so hungry anymore. What ARE you actually doing, though?

>>2968967
>This feels… right. You aren’t so hungry anymore. What ARE you actually doing, though?

>This feels… right. You aren’t so hungry anymore. What ARE you actually doing, though?

Back and writing.

>>2968967
>This feels… right. You aren’t so hungry anymore. What ARE you actually doing, though?

You lay there, still grappling his limp body, your throat working to continue gulping down blood almost purely on instinct. This feels… right, somehow. Your hunger is almost completely gone as the last few drops are emptied from his veins and you release your grips on him. You tilt your head back and inhale deeply, savouring the quiet pause.

Taking advantage of the first real moment of clarity, you take stock of what’s been going on since you awoke. You were buried alive, then covered in blood and sent to… attack this manor? Yes, you can think clearly now and it’s obvious that’s what this is. An attack. The guard shot at you, but he probably would’ve shot at you even if you were outside the walls, honestly, that hardly means anything. They probably didn't know you were coming.

You’ve been feeling different, too. Your senses feel sharper, your muscles leaner, your- wait, do you have FANGS? You poke one of the protrusions you felt on your lip and, sure enough, you feel an elongated canine tooth slowly retracting back to its normal position. Unsettling.

And this… HUNGER. hunger you’ve felt. Looking back, has it been for blood this whole time? Dios, what’s happened to you? You take out the cross you’re still wearing, now covered in blood, and say a quick prayer against the night. Looking down at the PREY. body at your feet, though, you don’t feel like the Father’s gaze is upon you tonight.

Jesuchristo, when you think back to everything that’s happened, it’s clear that you’re not in your right mind. Your mind goes back to your long, boring talks with the pastor at Monterrey’s church… did he ever mention unholiness like this? And… why does it feel so natural to you now? You'd like to think before tonight this would've disgusted you... right?

Roll me 1d100 for that incidental occult knowledge.

Rolled 92 (1d100)

>>2969316

Rolled 68 (1d100)

>>2969316

Rolled 67 (1d100)

>>2969316
Dios mio...

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>>2969316
>92
>You know, now that you mention it…
>I'm tired of identifying storefronts, Captcha

Ah, yes, Father Alberto did whisper hints of the creatures of the night to you on occasion, you remember now. He knew you were the sort to not laugh him off as a foolish old man, like so many others. Ghosts of loved ones returning to exact revenge, bodies of loved ones rising from the grave to finish their life’s work, the soul of a loved one- you know, now that you think about it, they mainly involved loved ones returning in some shape or form. Maybe that’s why everyone ignored him.

His tales of the bodies, though… They did feast on ‘life’s ichor’ – Dios, why did he phrase everything so creepily – in some of the stories. Tearing out the throats of those who had wronged them in a past life, they rampaged through the streets until a militia of God-fearing townspeople beat them down and burned the body, sending the spirit on to the afterlife. You don’t really feel like going after those who have wronged you, though. You don’t think you’ve ever even met this butler before! And did you even- your gaze snaps up again, having looked down at the body briefly. Yes, you definitely did tear his throat out. That part is true, at least. And you did recall feeling a thrill of fear at those flames the guards were carrying…

Maybe you could talk to the Father after all this is over? But Dios, he might try to kill you! Maybe it’d be better to-

CRACK.

Your shoulder jerks forward with an impact, nearly knocking you over back onto the butler. Looking back, you see the guard who followed you in about 20 feet down the hall, putting down his spent rifle and drawing a flintlock pistol. His visage is twisted in a snarl. “Monstruo!”

You can guess what he’s about to do next.

>It’s a straight shot down the passage away from him, but those pistols are harder to aim, you think. You might be able to make it around a bend before he shoots you again.
>Put up your hands and explain your- no, you’re standing over a dead body, that won’t work. Is he even wrong? Maybe you can scare him off, though.
>That shot didn’t hurt as much as you’ve always imagined getting shot would… and you feel pretty good right now. Maybe… you can take him?
>Other?

>>2969430
>Make it around the bend and see if you can jump him as he turns the corner
Ambush by foul machinations.

>>2969430
>That shot didn’t hurt as much as you’ve always imagined getting shot would… and you feel pretty good right now. Maybe… you can take him?
We are still standing

>>2969556
We'll have a higher chance for survival if we can make him think he can take us on his own. Since he's already shot us twice, we gotta sell the idea of us being on our last legs before we ambush him before he can get a shot off.
I've probably said this twice already within this post. I really need to stop and eat before I continue posting.

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Gonna leave this vote open while I go run an errand. Will let you know when I'm back and writing.

>That shot didn’t hurt as much as you’ve always imagined getting shot would… and you feel pretty good right now. Maybe… you can take him?

>>2969430
>That shot didn’t hurt as much as you’ve always imagined getting shot would… and you feel pretty good right now. Maybe… you can take him?

>That shot didn’t hurt as much as you’ve always imagined getting shot would… and you feel pretty good right now. Maybe… you can take him?

Back and writing.

This is the kind of scenario where your chargen choice to weather Miguel's blow on your shoulder lowers the DC in addition to its effect on your stats - you're better than average at 'toughing through' things. The other choices you've made - and important choices going forward - have the same kinds of effects.

>>2969430
>That shot didn’t hurt as much as you’ve always imagined getting shot would… and you feel pretty good right now. Maybe… you can take him?

Nursing your damaged shoulder, you recover from the hunch you've been knocked into and glare at the soldier. You stand up, and the ball he hit you with makes a clink as it falls to the ground, pushed out from its surprisingly shallow crater in your shoulder by the slowly-closing wound. Well, that's unsettling.

You let the instinctive aggression you’ve been feeling take over - you rush towards him, your mouth contorting into a snarl that bares your fangs. He clicks the firing mechanism into place and fires upon you once more, his other hand going for the sword at his waist.

Roll me 1d100 to bob and weave and rip and tear.

Rolled 91 (1d100)

>>2969835

Rolled 67 (1d100)

>>2969835
Mhh gotta take keep previous choices in mind

Rolled 1 (1d100)

>>2969835
click click boom?

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>>2969875
>Nat 1
>Thank you, anon

...Writing

>>2969875
I should not be so smug about this, but it should be said that this is what happens when you Shovelhead too hard.

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>>2969887
You're welcome QM.

Rolled 10 + 1 (1d10 + 1)

>>2969835
>1
>No training and little experience in straight fight against a trained and well-equipped soldier does not go well for our young hero

His shot rips into your left thigh, throwing off your balance and slowing you down considerably, though the wound starts healing almost instantly. He draws his saber and is already lining up a swing as you charge into him.

It’s vicious, and you instinctively raise your right arm to block it as the saber comes down from above – a product of your lack of experience. It’s a bad move.

The saber goes right through your forearm, biting deep into the shoulder and continuing on into your lower torso. Your right shoulder only hangs on by a few meager threads of flesh, flopping about uselessly. The swing exits your body through the pelvis, a spray of viscera accompanying it. The guard shouts triumphantly and backs off as you stagger to the side; he lines up another swing leisurely, confidently.

The pain is immense. Any sensation to the right of your collarbone is gone, and your guts are nearly hanging out of your eviscerated lower torso. You barely have the willpower to even remain standing. Curiously, you’re not bleeding all that much. You feel like you probably should be. And your arm’s still attached, if non-functional. Other than that, things aren’t looking too good right now.

>Yeah… now would be a good time to run, you think.
>You’ve still got an arm left! He probably thinks you’re debilitated – you could use that to your advantage.
>You feel this… aggression bubbling up. Give into it. FEED.
>Other?

>Pay no attention to these dice

Rolled 2 (1d3)

>>2969954
And... one more roll

>>2969954
>You’ve still got an arm left! He probably thinks you’re debilitated – you could use that to your advantage.
You're already stuck in gentlemen. Time to see it through.

>>2969954
>Other?

Play dead so he gets in closer.

>>2969902
Things were going well until you literally critfailed. Anything else would have been fine.

So no, you shouldn't be smug about it. It's a critfail.

>>2970025
>Things were going well until you literally critfailed.
So I was right in the fact that you don't straight up charge motherfuckers who have experience with defending themselves against charging natives?
>So no, you shouldn't be smug about it. It's a critfail.
I'm not smug about it, I'm pointing out the fact that this is what happens when you go beyond full shovelhead. And chose to disregard the capabilities of an actual combatant.

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>Combining votes because they aren't really mutually exclusive and I want to keep things moving along until the end of the session

You continue your stagger into a full-on fall, hitting the wall and slumping to the ground as the soldier grins and advances on you, preparing his saber with a casual attitude as you prepare an ambush of your own.

Roll me EVEN MORE 1d100s

Rolled 59 (1d100)

>>2970123
Time to die hard.

Rolled 28 (1d100)

>>2970044
Hey bud. Keep in mind my plans previously were

- run away

- don't split the party

- sneak inside through servants quarters

- find an unarmed person to "help" us

And I missed the vote.

It was a bad idea to charge the soldier, ai agree, but we're a Vampire and they're a Human, and that first shot didn't seem to faze us.

Personally I was super happy to roll high because I was sure it would not go well.

But your critfail struck me down.

>>2970123

Rolled 38 (1d100)

>>2970123
ambushin' roll

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>59
>Just barely, for reasons that will become apparent

Writing

>>2970210
Alright nigga, I getcha. I can understand where you're coming from.

>But your critfail struck me down.
I'd say it struck the mass voters who thought they were hot shit down. You and I are but mere pawns in the game of life.

>but we're a Vampire and they're a Human, and that first shot didn't seem to faze us.
I'm going to deploy a tidbit about OWOD that should have been known for everyone to read in case they know nothing about the game, in WOD there are three different types of damage.
Bashing
Lethal
Supernatural

Now they do what they say on the label: Bashing is considered the weakest because it's usually blunt and/or non-lasting damage. Lethal is the middle of the road and covers the other kind of damage (like getting your arm chopped off). And last but most certainly notfuckingleast of all, Supernatural. What makes the last damage unique is that it completely ignores whatever supernatural protection you may have(unless you have specific abilities to mitigate the damage), this one covers everything from Sunlight to a vampire to Silver Bullets in a werewolf.

This was why we were able to shrug off gunshots like they were marshmellows and got more or less curb'd by the Spaniard's sword. Because bullets register as Bashing to a vampire and cutting instruments are covered as Lethal.

This has been a rough teaching moment from Anon. I hope that it was explained well enough.

>>2970288
Dude. I also know, but META.

> Cats in oWoD were Vampire murder machines.

I actually enjoyed watching people make a bad plan though. It's all about failing forward!

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>>2970123
>59
>Good ambush guys, proud of you, keep it up

He swings, aiming for your stationary neck this time, almost laughing at the ease with which he’s taken down the monstruo. This’ll be a tale for the boys back in the guardhouse – and that butler was a dick, anyway.

At the last moment, you duck under the swing and lunge up into a tackle with your good arm, your weight pushing into his lower body and throwing off his center of balance. You both tumble to the floor in a heap as his sabre clatters to the stone floor behind you.

Despite being taken off guard, he manages to maneuver on top of you – Dios, you really are shit in a fight – and starts pummeling your face with both fists, trapping your skull beneath the steel of his gauntlets and the hard stone floor. Somehow, though, his blows don’t take. You feel a surging of blood to your skin, and it feels less malleable. Tougher. His gauntlets hardly make a dent.

He doesn’t seems to notice, though, caught up as he is in the moment. And while it’s great news and all, this tough skin isn’t going to win you the fight. Your brief self-reflective reverie is interrupted as he finally manages to break through, shattering your left cheekbone and collapsing a good chunk of your face with it. Your time is up. In a panic, your pawing hands reach up, fingers curled into claws, and you gouge his eyes.

And his cheeks.

And his jaw.

You drag your fingers through flesh as it deforms in your grip like clay, screaming with fury and pain as you do.

The soldier matches your scream at a higher octave, shrill disbelief echoing from his vocal chords as he falls off of you, clutching his face and making sounds the human mouth can't normally enunciate.

You lay there, a mixture of revulsion and relief rolling through you, a good portion of your upper body decimated. The screaming continues.

>He’s wounded – you have to finish this, now. He wouldn’t have shown you any mercy.
>Just… keep laying there. You don’t really have it in you to move just yet.
>Other?

>>2970334
Perhaps it is meta, perhaps I should have let the QM explain it. However since you mentioned and kept bringing up that we've taken damage before it occurred to me that there is going to be people who are not going to understand why and might jump to misunderstood conclusions.

>>2970349
>He’s wounded – you have to finish this, now. He wouldn’t have shown you any mercy.
It's going to be more merciful to kill him quickly.

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>>2970349

>He’s wounded – you have to finish this, now. He wouldn’t have shown you any mercy.

FINISH HIM

>>2970349
>He’s wounded – you have to finish this, now. He wouldn’t have shown you any mercy.
If he's screaming like that he'll probably draw attention, better finish him off. Also, fuck captcha.

>>2970349
>He’s wounded – you have to finish this, now. He wouldn’t have shown you any mercy.
Finish him

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>>2970349
>Whoops, meant to say I was writing
>He’s wounded – you have to finish this, now. He wouldn’t have shown you any mercy.

You look over at him as he rolls around on the floor, screaming making way for anguished, panicky sobs. Pendejo was just about to execute you anyway. And it’s not like he’ll live for long with that wound you gave him, anyway. How did you do that? One minute you were clawing at him, the next…

Another issue to work out later, you suppose, making up your mind. With your one good arm, you begin dragging yourself along the floor towards him – your legs seem to have stopped working as well with that beating – at an agonizing, steady pace. Seeing you approach, his sobs turn to pleas as he kicks against the floor, pushing himself up against the opposite wall in his efforts to get away.

“Monstruo! Monstruo! Please, señor, please!” His voice gets higher and higher pitched as you inch closer. You feel your wounds closing slowly, but you’re still in no shape to walk. At last you reach him, lone functioning arm pinning down his feeble attempt to fend you off as you throw yourself at his throat, fangs bared, again acting almost entirely on instinct… though not as much as last time.

He collapses as his blood begins leaving him, greedy gulps exiting through his vulnerable neck and down your throat. Dios, you’ve never felt this good before. Wait… maybe you shouldn’t be using the Father’s name like that. It seems, perverse, somehow? Given what you now suspect you are.

At last he expires with a sigh, and you finish what’s left in his veins wishing for more. You roll off of him, wounds slowly closing – even your bisected shoulder, you note with shock – and wait there as the process finishes.

After a few minutes, you hesitantly stumble to your feet. You feel none the worse for wear, now. Your shirt is completely ruined, though.

Now that you’ve come to terms with what’s actually going on here, you need to decide what to do.

>Look for the crowd that followed you here – you still feel that odd kinship with them.
>If you look around the manor some more, maybe you can find someone who actually knows what’s going on?
>Just find a quiet spot to curl up in and wait for this to come to an end, one way or another.
>Other?

>>2970489
>Grab the sword, he's not going to need it
>If you look around the manor some more, maybe you can find someone who actually knows what’s going on?

>>2970489
>Look for the crowd that followed you here – you still feel that odd kinship with them.

Now that we realize that we were brought here for some kind of fight, it makes sense that we'd join the others. Better odds of survival if we stick together

>>2970489
How bloody are the Butlers clothes?

Let's change into those of they're clean enough.

Also >>2970493

>>2970489
>If you look around the manor some more, maybe you can find someone who actually knows what’s going on?
>Grab his weapons, he's not going to need them.

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>If you look around the manor some more, maybe you can find someone who actually knows what’s going on?
>Grab the sword, he's not going to need it
>Grab some clothes from the butler

You pause and think. What you really need here is information. What's going on? Why are you even fighting these people? You set off, deciding to try and find out.

You pick up the guard's sword as you walk by - it's good steel. This piece alone is probably worth a month's wages for the average native in town.

As you pass the throatless corpse of the butler, you look down at your shirt, then back to the butler. His shirt is shredded at the neckline, but the overcoat's in good shape - most of the blood on it was actually rubbed off from you. You barely spilled a drop when you- Maldito that's a creepy thought. Maybe don't dwell on that just now. Still, you strip off the two pieces of your ruined shirt and throw on his overcoat. It's an odd combination with your raggedy pants, but it's something.

You walk on, looking to find more information.

Roll me some inquisitive 1d100s

Rolled 28 (1d100)

>>2970571

Rolled 55 (1d100)

>>2970571

Rolled 51 (1d100)

>>2970571

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>55

Lookin like a nada on that one
...Writing

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>>2970571
You wander through the mansion, looking for somebody who both looks like they know what’s going on and isn’t trying to kill you. It’s a tough balance to maintain. You hear thumping and shrieks through the floor – it sounds like the crowd has finally caught up to you – but don’t actually see anybody.

You do find a library, though! You know that these kinds of places are usually a good place to learn. The catolicos have a tendency to condemn them as un-godly, but… that might be exactly what you need right now. Not really having a better idea, you pick an important-looking book off the shelf at random and open the first page.

>La malédiction vampirique, dont les victimes sont appelées «cainite», est…

It’s not even in Spanish, and you can barely read that! Dios, this is looking like a waste of time. You snap the book shut and throw it on the table in disgust, turning and exiting the library.

As you emerge into the hall, you realize you’ve just stumbled onto the beginnings of a fight between some members of the crowd and one of the Spaniards: a woman in a beautiful dress. She's fending off 3 shrieking villagers and what you recognize as one of the local half-Spanish merchants at the moment. Her moves have unnatural speed and when strikes land, they land HARD. Despite being outnumbered, it looks like an even match right now.

>Shout to draw her attention, in the hopes the 4 she’s fighting right now can finish her off with the distraction.
>Try to ambush her yourself from behind – you’ve got this fancy new sword, even if you don’t really know how to use it.
>Grapple her – if you can all dogpile her, she surely can’t overpower ALL of you.
>Other?

>>2970650
>Shout to draw her attention, in the hopes the 4 she’s fighting right now can finish her off with the distraction.
Yeah, naw hombre. We're not fighting someone who move as fast AS THAT.

>>2970650
>Other?

Wait to see if they have the same changes as you.

>>2970663
Meh, I'll support this too.
It's better than charging straight into the whirlwind of death.

>>2970650
>Try to ambush her yourself from behind – you’ve got this fancy new sword, even if you don’t really know how to use it.

>Attempt to see if we can brandish our claws again

>>2970690
Your fingers didn't actually turn into claws - you were just clawing at the guard's face with regular fingers. They did fuck up his face pretty bad, though.

>>2970650
>Wait and see
Taking a moment to hang back and watch the fight a few beats longer, you focus on the individuals, looking for the telltale signs.

Yep, there they are, each of them - fangs bared, wounds closing unnaturally quickly. They don't all seem exactly like you, though. One of the villagers has creepy, glowing eyes; another seems to have the shadows in the room following his every move. Jesuchristo, that's gotta be a bad sign, he's definitely ungodly in some way.

Suddenly, the merchant you recognized lets out a shout. "Detener!" At that, all the combatants pause for a half-second, and he takes the chance to slice at the Spaniard with a carving knife he’s holding. She staggers back towards you, and the spell is broken as they all follow.

It still looks even, though the crowd seems to have taken the upper hand momentarily.

>She’s closer now – an ambush will be easier than ever. This sword is looking mighty sharp, and you remember what it did to your shoulder.
>The grappling is still a good plan – she’s gotta be weakened, right?
>Other?

>>2970736
>She’s closer now – an ambush will be easier than ever. This sword is looking mighty sharp, and you remember what it did to your shoulder.
We need to help our tight compadres

>>2970736
>She’s closer now – an ambush will be easier than ever. This sword is looking mighty sharp, and you remember what it did to your shoulder.
I don't like it but we got no real choice in the matter. Now is the time to strike...

>She’s closer now – an ambush will be easier than ever. This sword is looking mighty sharp, and you remember what it did to your shoulder.

Looking like it'll go this way at 20 minutes, so
>Writing
Unless something changes dramatically

>>2970736
>>She’s closer now – an ambush will be easier than ever. This sword is looking mighty sharp, and you remember what it did to your shoulder.

Aim to wound, not kill.

>>2970802
Take out her leg!

>>2970736
>She’s closer now – an ambush will be easier than ever. This sword is looking mighty sharp, and you remember what it did to your shoulder.
Juan probably doesn't know what his doing with a sword, but I just can't see him successfully grappling with someone who seems so strong.

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>She’s closer now – an ambush will be easier than ever. This sword is looking mighty sharp, and you remember what it did to your shoulder.

Her form ducks and weaves in front of you as you slowly advance. Your compatriots seem to sense your intent as you sense theirs, and do not give away your presence. You creep up, awkwardly shifting your grip on the sabre to try and line up the angle of the blade right for your swing, and lash out with a low, horizontal cut just as she commits to a punch against that weird, glowy-eyes lady.

Give me some SHARP 1d100s

>>2970814
I just can't wait to Diabolerize the Brujah!

>>2970814
That and she can probably just turn us into chopped up Juan if we don't separate her from that sword fast.

Rolled 11 (1d100)

>>2970824
slashin' roll

Rolled 86 (1d100)

>>2970824
WELCOME TO TONIGHT'S EPISODE OOOOOOF
WILL
IT
BLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEND!

Rolled 23 (1d100)

>>2970824

AI CARUMBA!

Rolled 13 (1d100)

>>2970824
BUTCHER JUAN'S CHOPPING UP ALL THE WOMEN'S MEAT

Rolled 26 (1d100)

>>2970824
Also, that flesh melting earlier - Tzimisce flesh shaping?

Personally I would prefer Lasombra myself, but oh well if so.

>86
>Nice swing, Juan. Mama's proud.
Writing

>>2970860
Yes, I think it's fairly clear by this point so I'll just out and say Juan is Tzimisce.

>>2970860
To be honest, I legit was not expecting the QM to make us a Tzimisce.

>>2970824
>86
>You’re not good at this by any means, but you do enough damage to make a difference

You swing cuts deep into her right thigh and she stumbles forward, completely losing the momentum of her strike against the woman. Taking the opportunity, the fangs beneath the glowing eyes bite out at her arm, latching on as they connect. Sensing weakness, the last villager – he doesn’t seem that weird, all things considered – strikes out at her with a woodcutting axe, digging into her flank.

Shrieking in pain and fury, the Spaniard shakes her arm in an attempt to dislodge the fangs as she staggers from the couple good hits that have landed. Unable to, she winds up her sword and-

Wait, where’d she go?

A hissing in the far corner of the room draws your attention, and you look over to see that she’s somehow made it over there in less than a tenth of a second. Her forearm is shredded where the fangs were buried, and she holds her sabre in her one good arm. Her eyes are wild with a fury that was not there before, even during the fight. To your right, the woman that had been latched on folds over as her upper torso falls away from the rest of her body, the two pieces separated cleanly.

The Spaniard does not look happy as she surveys the four of you; she seems to be taking your measure. The two cuts along her lower body that were dealt are healing quickly - the forearm is not, curiously.

The severed torso hits the ground with a thud.

Uh oh.

>Maybe… this is a time to let others lead the way. Their weapons aren’t quite as good as yours, though.
>You’re a tough guy! You can… probably take a hit. Jesus, that was a big hit. Someone’s gotta lead the way, though?
>Advise the others that this may be a time to back off. They look pretty bloodcrazed, though.
>Other?

>>2970921
OH BOY HERE COMES THAT SPEED DISCIPLINE IN ACTION! WEWWWIEEEE!

>Advise the others that this may be a time to back off. They look pretty bloodcrazed, though.
I hereby vote to create a system where we designate a person's real intelligence by the amount of Miguels they are

1 jackass = 1 Miguel
Does anyone wish to challenge this creation or create something superior to it?

>>2970866
> http://whitewolf.wikia.com/wiki/Tzimisce

For the erudition of Anons.

So, since this is the Dark Ages, this could be a plot to destabilize the Spanish Empire and their Camarilla counter-parts, or a Sabbat faction within Spain working against a newly formed Camarilla backed venture to expand into the New World.

Or even possibly a coalition simply striking out on their own for new, fertile ground.

Are we using the Shadows of Mexico supplemental book?

>>2970921
>>Advise the others that this may be a time to back off. They look pretty bloodcrazed, though.
>>Other?

Back off ourselves regardless.

>>2970945
I'll support it.

>>2970945
This

>>2970939
>Wiki link
The WW wiki is a good general overview of a lot of concepts, yeah. Keep in mind though that I have edited minor things about the system/setting where I felt it didn't make sense, was too unstoppably good, or was too weak.
>Supplements
Not directly, though I do read through them for tonal and general setting vibes. Named characters are out for the most part for now, though I might throw a few in as they become relevant.

>Advise the others that this may be a time to back off. They look pretty bloodcrazed, though.
>Back off anyway

Roll me some 1d100s for convincing shovelheads to be less shovelhead-y as you make a speedy departure

Rolled 68 (1d100)

>>2971007
THE POWER OF HEART COMPELS YOU!

Rolled 39 (1d100)

>>2971007
Come on amigos, let's stop and think about this for a moment

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>>2971007
tranquilo

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>68
>They… don’t seem swayed

You look from the Spaniard to your allies, then back to her. Back to your allies.

You call out – trying to sound inspirational. “Amigos, we should find help! With the others, we can surely-“

“AGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!” the 3 others snarl in unison and charge at her. You’re pretty sure they just got hyped up by the tone of your voice and didn’t actually listen to what you said.

Well, you tried. The Spaniard’s menacing, cruel laugh as you run out the way you came only reinforces that you made the right choice, here.

Behind you, you hear the CLANG of metal on metal, animalistic hissing, and a lot of meaty THWACKs. Maybe you should pick up the pace a bit.

>You can hear others around you – try to find another group from the crowd you came with. Preferably a bigger, more heavily-armed one.
>They won’t hold her off for long – you need to hide, NOW.
>Maybe you can find an isolated (less frightening, ideally) Spaniard to pick off and help turn the overall tide to your benefit.
>Other?

>>2971100
>Maybe you can find an isolated (less frightening, ideally) Spaniard to pick off and help turn the overall tide to your benefit.
FEED
WE MUST BE STRONG

>>2971100
>Maybe you can find an isolated (less frightening, ideally) Spaniard to pick off and help turn the overall tide to your benefit.
We're barely holding things together as is. Something will have to break.

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>>2971100
>Calling it at 20
>Maybe you can find an isolated (less frightening, ideally) Spaniard to pick off and help turn the overall tide to your benefit.

That was one scary woman, jesuchristo. If there are more like her you’re not sure you can win a straight fight, no matter your numbers. And the mob apparently doesn’t take ‘no’ for an answer. You’ll have to do things on your own here, if you want to survive this. Ambush. Yeah, an ambush could work. That’s how you beat that guard, after all – don’t fix what isn’t broken.

Roll me some 1d100s for hiding and finding a target

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>>2971217
Ignore me senior! I am but a bean burrito!

Stepping out briefly: back soon.
Captcha really hates me tonight, damn

Rolled 52 (1d100)

>>2971217
rollin'

>>2971235
captcha hates us all

Rolled 24 (1d100)

>>2971217
Time to vamp off somewhere else

Rolled 66 (1d100)

>>2971217
With some luck, maybe we'll find that Hacendado that killed our papa and reap our venganza on that wretch

>Captcha
>Identify storefronts!
>Identify car!
>Identify stoplights!
>Whoops! That motorbike is %100 a car, gotta pick that.
Kill me

Back and writing

>52
>You're... OK. It is pretty dark in here.

>>2971217
>52
>Don’t worry, things’ll be fine.

You look around. These mochilas love having alcoves and shit for their art, there’s gotta be one somewhere!

Ah, there it is. Behind that large, creepy-looking statue. Dios did they have to make it so creepy? Anyway, it’s easily large enough for you to hide behind, and it gives you a good view of the hall. You crouch down low beneath it, trying to keep the bulk of your body in the shadows behind the circular pedestal it sits on. What a freaky night this has been. Is this really happening? You’re just a native farmer, you’ve never even seriously hurt anyone before, and here you are waiting to-

Your introspection is interrupted as you spot another person walking swiftly through the hall. The kind of walk important people do when they’d like to run, but don’t want to appear ‘weak’. You shake your head. Tonto. His path is taking him right by your hiding spot, though…

>Wait until his back is to you, then bum-rush him.
>Leap out right in front of him – try to catch him off guard.
>Maybe you can… climb up the statue, do some kind of leaping attack? Jesus, Juan, you really need to rein in your imagination. Although…
>Other?

>>2971391
>Wait until his back is to you, then bum-rush him.
No need for acrobatics just yet

>>2971391
>Maybe you can… climb up the statue, do some kind of leaping attack? Jesus, Juan, you really need to rein in your imagination. Although…
Surprise Mothafucka

>>2971391
>Leap out right in front of him – try to catch him off guard.
Maybe Juan can try to mess this dude's face up like he did to the guard before? Go for the eyes!

>>2971391
>Other?

Shadow him! He might be going somewhere safe, or with loot.

>each response has 1 vote
kek

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>>2971450
Supporting
We can kill his ass later.

>Other: Shadow him!
You duck out from your cover as he moves past, intending to see where he goes. His pace makes it easy to keep up, and as your bare feet move quietly across the floor for once you're glad you've never been able to afford shoes.

1d100 for trailing, please and thank you

Rolled 43 (1d100)

>>2971501
SO MUCH STEALTH!

Rolled 92 (1d100)

>>2971501