A Dead Man Tells No Tales

[Yumyumcrow]

And another one May as well give you the choice. This story is for those who wish to delve into the extent of Madam Xe's schemes and how they relate to China Town. Again, please narrate your character's entry and what they carry.

The docks by night were a challenge. Depending on where you went, the warren of streets and warehouses could be a barren place to hunt, a riot of colour and blood, or a safe place to track prey and feed without fear. The shadowed lanes and forgotten piers also made great places for Kindred conspirators to meet and converse without having to worry about the tedium of doublespeak needed when around the herd.

And one never knew what could wash up on the waterfront. A figure, shaking and gasping, hauled itself from the turgid waters. Quivering, the slight form staggered on tottering legs for the shadowed streets, a sob catching in their breath. They didn't make it: a trip; a tumble; the figure crumbled. Crawling to a dingy alley - barely more than the infinitesimal gap between two noisome buildings, the figure struggled to rise.

Failing, their strength sucked from their bones, the huddled and wept into the pitiless night. Barely a block away, light and warmth spilled from a gambling den, quietly tucked away in a side street.

[RockBane]

  Hunting roll

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2014-04-04 02:28:13		Nardo Alcantara rolls 5 to Presence + Persuasion (10 Again)		7, 1, 9, 4, 2		1 success

Nardo's cane taps upon the ground as he walks through through the night. He had mostly been looking for something for a change in scenery. As he comes into the light of the House of Sin, he pauses, thinking he had heard something.

  Perception

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2014-04-04 02:30:38		Nardo Alcantara rolls 5 to Wits + Composure (10 Again)		1, 9, 3, 1, 2		1 success

Equipment: wallet, whale-tooth cane, a knife in the left boot, a knife in the right, a dagger on his belt, a wide brim hat, a cloak, and pocket watch.

[Yumyumcrow]

It takes Nardo some hard searching to find the pathetic figure. By the time he is in a position to identify the form as a man, the other Beast is moving to join him.

This man of Chinese extraction, is spent too exhausted to even whimper as his hiding place is found. He just lies there with a dead look on his face, drained of every ounce of energy. Drawn and damp, dressed in the ragged remnants of clothing; scabrous sores on his arms and legs.

[RockBane]

"Greetings, I hope your night has been enjoyable so far?" Nardo inquires to the newly arrived Vampire. His eyes never strayed from the fallen man, resisting the urge to poke the likely dead man with his cane.

[Yumyumcrow]

The man does not resist. He just sighs, unable to articulate anything more in his defence. He carries little of value; his wrists and ankles scabbed with sores, chaffed from chains. From the feel of his body, Luna could assume that he has suffered depravation as well. Then her fingers run across the scar on his neck: most people would write it off as a scab or old scar tissue but Luna is Kindred. She can tell the puncture wounds of fangs when she comes across it - evidence of not just one sloppy feeding, but many.

[RockBane]

"Wanted a change in scenery." Nardo informs Luna. The man is still alive. He thinks to himself.

"Do you have any suggestions concerning what to do with him?" He asks Luna, turning his head to look at her.

[RockBane]

"True. At this point, I believe we can only tend to his wounds by binding them. Though if we are lucky, there might be some kind of doctor within the Den of Sin. Likely drunk one if any." Nardo remarks to Luna, glancing towards the gambling house.