Nu dat mijn onzinnige bestaan weer wat rust kent, wil ik mijn gedachten voor een WoD Chronicle wat vorm gaan geven.
Ik denk aan het volgende:
eens in de twee weken één party (dat wil zeggen, er kunnen eventueel meerdere parties tegelijk actief zijn, maar ik begin er met 1)
Ik wil graag een klein aantal spelers om te beginnen: 3
(Karma heeft theoretisch voorrang, die heeft het eerst aangegeven dit te willen, en misschien die nieuwe speler, die zich enige tijd terug melde?), maar iedereen is in principe welkom. Wat ervaring met rpg in general is gewenst
Wat ik wil gaan doen: Vampire: Atlanta By Night (1988+)
Je kan een char spelen met historisch achtergrond (WOII, Boheemse revolutie, etc.); of een modern char.
Omdat we WoD vampire gaan spelen, zit er voor elk char een 1-on-1 prelude bij, die aan de eerste sessie vooraf gaat. Als je actief wilt meespelen moet je in de gaten houden dat sessies soms met 3 spelers (of meer...) kunnen zijn, maar vaker met 1 of twee spelers. Je moet het leuk vinden om je char uit te werken, wat betreft achtergrond en evt. langere tijd (de chron loopt al sinds 2000) willen spelen.
De opzet van de chronicle is modulair. Wat betekend dat in theorie er op elk moment een sessie kan zijn met de chars die dan aanwezig zijn. Dus nooit wachten op die ene speler die er niet is, en in theorie kan je dus vaak spelen, of zelfs af en toe een maand niet, puur afhankelijk van de wensen en nukken van spelers en ST.
Sociale interactie, politiek, intrige, emo-rpg, shock therapy bushwacking en horror moeten je minimaal een beetje aanstaan.
XP progress zal zeer langzaam verlopen om realisme na te streven, om een voorbeeld te geven: XP kosten uit het V:TM handboek , voor het kopen van skills, attributes en dat soort meuk, vermenigvuldig ik met 5.
Nog steeds geïnteresseerd? laat wat achter..
Atlanta By Night
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Storyteller
- Ridder
- Berichten: 178
- Lid geworden op: maandag 7 februari 2005, 18:55
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Storyteller
- Ridder
- Berichten: 178
- Lid geworden op: maandag 7 februari 2005, 18:55
+ de teaser: © storyteller
With a loud metallic crank the rusty doors opened, allowing a narrow beam of light to cut through the darkness within. A sweet scent pierced through the walls of sewer odours. The flowery smell brought his mind back to when they had first met. Her insults, the dance they shared and how he had saved her life. He would never forget.
Gazing through the dust cloud into her steel prison he could see her. Knees together resting on the cold floor. Hands atop her thighs and her chin pressed against her chest, her long black hair stuck together in thick dreads. How innocent she looked. The black baroque dress was torn in several parts across her body. Allowing for patches of pearly skin to be seen. Velvet black gloves covered her hands and arms. Blood had dried up on her skin, but no wounds or scars gave evidence of how the blood had gotten there.
Sitting on the floor motionless, she was a mystery. Many years before he believed her to have been destroyed. Even now she did not look much alive. But appearances could deceive amongst their kind. As he stepped into the container he could feel a part of him resist. Somewhere deep inside of him lay a place where the instincts of a beast was still sharp and ready for the hunt. These instincts urged him to be cautious, for another predator was near. Neglecting the swaying of the beast he knelt before her. Clearing her hair from her face, his fingers touched her cold skin. A shiver of anticipation went through his body. He had waited for this moment for so long.
Raising her chin from her chest, he spoke to her dead form.
“Hello Rebecca it’s been a long time.”
No response was expected from the torpid vampire. In truth a lingering doubt added to the already heavy anticipation of the moment. What if she would hate him for what he was about to do? In a way she had chosen to enter the long sleep. It was considered by many as an escape from the situation she was in. Many of the other vampires thought her weak for taking this path. She had surrendered herself to the whims of others. Once the long sleep, or torpor, is entered, only the blood of another vampire can awaken you. Her time to awaken was now.
Cutting with his fangs into his wrist sent a shiver of pain through his spine. Immortal maybe, but he could still feel pain. Sometimes it seemed to be the only thing he still felt. Focusing on his wound he forced blood to leave his body through the wound. He gently put his wrist to her lips. Blood touched her ruby lips. For a moment there was no change as blood dripped down her chin. Then suddenly her eyes shot open. Her hands shot forward grabbing his arm with unnatural speed and strength. When she brought her lips to his still bleeding wound he started to feel the ecstasy of her Kiss. He would easily have lost himself in the moment had it not been for his Beast. The predator inside of him cautioned. If she drank too much of his blood he would be weakened to the point of passing into the long sleep himself.
He noticed her eyes staring into his own with a lust for more of his blood. He held his free hand to her forehead and strongly pushed her back from him. It took almost all of his undying strength to force her to stop drinking. She had grown stronger.
With a sharp hiss she staggered back a few paces. Her own beast still had a lot of control over her actions. Just as she tensed, ready to fight him for more of his blood he not so much as whispered: “Rebecca, please stop”.
At the mentioning of her name she froze. Behind her eyes he could see she was fighting her own instincts. Slowly her senses took over from her Beast and she could think clearly once again.
“Richard, is that you?”, she whispered back at him. She studied him closely, comparing the image of him in her memory to how he looked to her now. She took a single step closer and stretched her arms wide, flexing her muscles.
“Well, well, I never expected you to be the one to awake me. Why did you do it?”
His eyes fixed on hers bringing his melancholy and sadness to her attention.
”The old one has been destroyed”, he simply answered.
His answer brought a hundred questions to her mind. The old one had been her mentor for over a decade before she entered the long sleep and he may have been the only vampire she completely trusted. Even though the news came as a shock, her expression did not change. Having been in the company of blood sucking monsters for so long had made her apt at hiding her feelings from others. She promised herself to find out who had been responsible for the old ones passing. For now however she had other matters on her mind.
”Why you, Richard? Why did you awake me from the long sleep?” He had anticipated the question, and had even thought up a satisfying answer. Now as she stood before him, however, he found himself in doubt as he said,
”I missed you, Becky.
With a loud metallic crank the rusty doors opened, allowing a narrow beam of light to cut through the darkness within. A sweet scent pierced through the walls of sewer odours. The flowery smell brought his mind back to when they had first met. Her insults, the dance they shared and how he had saved her life. He would never forget.
Gazing through the dust cloud into her steel prison he could see her. Knees together resting on the cold floor. Hands atop her thighs and her chin pressed against her chest, her long black hair stuck together in thick dreads. How innocent she looked. The black baroque dress was torn in several parts across her body. Allowing for patches of pearly skin to be seen. Velvet black gloves covered her hands and arms. Blood had dried up on her skin, but no wounds or scars gave evidence of how the blood had gotten there.
Sitting on the floor motionless, she was a mystery. Many years before he believed her to have been destroyed. Even now she did not look much alive. But appearances could deceive amongst their kind. As he stepped into the container he could feel a part of him resist. Somewhere deep inside of him lay a place where the instincts of a beast was still sharp and ready for the hunt. These instincts urged him to be cautious, for another predator was near. Neglecting the swaying of the beast he knelt before her. Clearing her hair from her face, his fingers touched her cold skin. A shiver of anticipation went through his body. He had waited for this moment for so long.
Raising her chin from her chest, he spoke to her dead form.
“Hello Rebecca it’s been a long time.”
No response was expected from the torpid vampire. In truth a lingering doubt added to the already heavy anticipation of the moment. What if she would hate him for what he was about to do? In a way she had chosen to enter the long sleep. It was considered by many as an escape from the situation she was in. Many of the other vampires thought her weak for taking this path. She had surrendered herself to the whims of others. Once the long sleep, or torpor, is entered, only the blood of another vampire can awaken you. Her time to awaken was now.
Cutting with his fangs into his wrist sent a shiver of pain through his spine. Immortal maybe, but he could still feel pain. Sometimes it seemed to be the only thing he still felt. Focusing on his wound he forced blood to leave his body through the wound. He gently put his wrist to her lips. Blood touched her ruby lips. For a moment there was no change as blood dripped down her chin. Then suddenly her eyes shot open. Her hands shot forward grabbing his arm with unnatural speed and strength. When she brought her lips to his still bleeding wound he started to feel the ecstasy of her Kiss. He would easily have lost himself in the moment had it not been for his Beast. The predator inside of him cautioned. If she drank too much of his blood he would be weakened to the point of passing into the long sleep himself.
He noticed her eyes staring into his own with a lust for more of his blood. He held his free hand to her forehead and strongly pushed her back from him. It took almost all of his undying strength to force her to stop drinking. She had grown stronger.
With a sharp hiss she staggered back a few paces. Her own beast still had a lot of control over her actions. Just as she tensed, ready to fight him for more of his blood he not so much as whispered: “Rebecca, please stop”.
At the mentioning of her name she froze. Behind her eyes he could see she was fighting her own instincts. Slowly her senses took over from her Beast and she could think clearly once again.
“Richard, is that you?”, she whispered back at him. She studied him closely, comparing the image of him in her memory to how he looked to her now. She took a single step closer and stretched her arms wide, flexing her muscles.
“Well, well, I never expected you to be the one to awake me. Why did you do it?”
His eyes fixed on hers bringing his melancholy and sadness to her attention.
”The old one has been destroyed”, he simply answered.
His answer brought a hundred questions to her mind. The old one had been her mentor for over a decade before she entered the long sleep and he may have been the only vampire she completely trusted. Even though the news came as a shock, her expression did not change. Having been in the company of blood sucking monsters for so long had made her apt at hiding her feelings from others. She promised herself to find out who had been responsible for the old ones passing. For now however she had other matters on her mind.
”Why you, Richard? Why did you awake me from the long sleep?” He had anticipated the question, and had even thought up a satisfying answer. Now as she stood before him, however, he found himself in doubt as he said,
”I missed you, Becky.
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Storyteller
- Ridder
- Berichten: 178
- Lid geworden op: maandag 7 februari 2005, 18:55
Bingo, Miran wil graag meedoen, als je haar even een mail kan sturen.
Ze had nog wel wat vragen over character en dergelijke.
Ik ben nog aan het bedenken wat voor personage ik wil spelen en twijfel tussen:
* een vechterstype met een groot eergevoel of
* een personage met uitstraling , charismatisch en manipulatief met veel gevoel voor muziek en schone kunsten.
(Het zou haar trouwens ookwel goed uitkomen als het niet per se op woensdag is maar ik weet niet of ewe nog een andere dag kunnen afspreken, maar ze kan a.s. woensdag wel)
Ze had nog wel wat vragen over character en dergelijke.
Ik ben nog aan het bedenken wat voor personage ik wil spelen en twijfel tussen:
* een vechterstype met een groot eergevoel of
* een personage met uitstraling , charismatisch en manipulatief met veel gevoel voor muziek en schone kunsten.
(Het zou haar trouwens ookwel goed uitkomen als het niet per se op woensdag is maar ik weet niet of ewe nog een andere dag kunnen afspreken, maar ze kan a.s. woensdag wel)
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Storyteller
- Ridder
- Berichten: 178
- Lid geworden op: maandag 7 februari 2005, 18:55
Woensdags is het gewoonlijk Dark Sun, een setting in een soort woestijn wereld, waar magie verboden is.
Vampire moeten we nog afspreken voor een volgende keer,dat gaat waarschijnlijk morgen gebeuren denk ik.
Of er nog plaats is bij Dark Sun weet ik niet, we zijn nu met vieren, plus DM, maar ikzelf moet binnen twee maanden helaas ophouden met (midden in de week) te spelen, vanwege een verhuizing.
Vampire hebben we onlangs een start gemaakt met 3 spelers en er is geloof ik ruimte voor één meer als ik het goed begreep.
Vampire moeten we nog afspreken voor een volgende keer,dat gaat waarschijnlijk morgen gebeuren denk ik.
Of er nog plaats is bij Dark Sun weet ik niet, we zijn nu met vieren, plus DM, maar ikzelf moet binnen twee maanden helaas ophouden met (midden in de week) te spelen, vanwege een verhuizing.
Vampire hebben we onlangs een start gemaakt met 3 spelers en er is geloof ik ruimte voor één meer als ik het goed begreep.
