Sometimes the night took you places. Tonight it took Nolan out passed the mobs of people of the communal zone to the barrens. The walk wasn't so bad if you were dedicated, and one found ways to fill the time.
Night's like this were when the Haunt could talk to God. No. It wasn't a conversation exactly, but if you listened closely you could hear Him in the wind and feel Him earth and smell him in the air.
Wait. What is that smell?..
The slow methodical steps of the Sanctified were brought to a halt. Something was in the air, dancing across it. Nolan felt himself being pulled towards the scent, and towards the warehouse. He stops himself just outside of the light. This was an odd night, and he did not know this place. Curiosity was getting the better of him, but common sense held out for a moment. He wouldn't expose himself yet. Instead he glanced around the exterior of the warehouse doing his best to see if he could find the source of the smell.
Though nothing stands out, he empowers himself just the same. Birmingham taught him better than to allow for surprises.
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Roll |
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Result |
2014-12-07 01:15:12 |
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Nolan Rhoads rolls 4 to Wits+Comp (10 Again) |
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6, 5, 7, 6 |
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failure |
-1 Vitae to activate Vigor