Dirt Nap holds his rifle openly in on hand, not yet pointing it directly at anyone or anything, looking visibly angry at the sacrifices, perhaps the horse specifically!
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Dirt Nap holds his rifle openly in on hand, not yet pointing it directly at anyone or anything, looking visibly angry at the sacrifices, perhaps the horse specifically!
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The haunt holds his position, knife drawn and in hand. He isn't able to ascertain any other information about what's going on, so he'll have to rely on anything the others are able to come up with. The appearance of claws on the woman, Erle was disheartening though. Silently he wills his blood to strengthen his body and prepare for a fight.
His eyes move between Geir and Edward, the latter being the object of the former's attention.
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Since there is confusion, I’m setting posting order as the following, just so it’s clear.
ST – Mable - Dirt Nap - Connor – Jennifer – Edward – Milton
Please review posting rate in Narrative rules for when it is appropriate to skip and for not getting too far ahead in the marble order. Thanks.
Jennifer / Seryna is up.
Unless combat is initiated, the thread will close in 6 days. The Kindred retreating in time to avoid getting caught out in the open by the sun.
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Blush, Blush, 
Blush, Imbibe, Blush, Blush, Blush, Imbibe, The screams make Jennifer wince, something that she doesn’t bother to hide now that she is obfuscated. The animals tug at Jennifer’s conscience, making her fight the compulsion to move to free the animals. She takes a moment to feel the pain and anguish over her inability to help the animals. The fact of the issue is that she needed to help her allies, Prince Alessandra’s Domain and the future victims of these Rotgraften. Jennifer takes a moment to absorb what she knew about Cruac and these sacrifices. The Ritual needed to be interrupted.
Jennifer moves slowly and with caution towards Geir and Erle, angling to come in on a diagonal from their left, in a direction away from the Domain vampires that Geir and Erle could see. Jennifer spent careful time ensuring that she was not approaching directly straight on or placing herself in the same direction as the vampires from Sacramento. She pauses three yards from both vampires. Jennifer holds to see what Edward, Mable and the others would do.
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No sense of smell and no bile rising in the back of the throat made it much easier to hide the total repugnance that invaded Edward's thoughts; repugnance sublimated into the calculated expression of aloof distaste.
"Good evening, Mr. Erlingson." Edward came to a stop some fifteen feet away, crushing the Beast's yowls of rage directed towards Martha just as he had crushed the Man's feelings.
"I trust you were as careful to obscure the truth of this tragic soul's fate," Edward gestured half-heartedly to the man whose intestines fell as a hellish waterfall from the blackening wound, "as you were in obscuring the truth of the affair that led to our first meeting?"
Dead bodies meant damage control, and it was possible Geir would just tell them if there was further clean-up required.
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Enough of this prick. The Beast does not speak. It is beyond words. But it does color some of Milton's thoughts. This is one of them.
The Man would normally be gripped by disgust at this Garden of Earthly Delights. At least abstractly (after all, the smell of blood on the air is quite intoxicating). It's primary focus would not be Geir's interactions with Edward, the interloper's obvious presumption and pomposity. But here we find the Beast. Without words, without meaning: directing one's intimate thoughts, pirating the whisper of conscience, and making it bloody.
Milton must admit, he wants to see Geir strung up like these beasts. Wants to see this particular priest bled.
But he also knows this will not be his role. He will not be the one to subjugate this trash. Though, he has other talents. The idea presents itself fully formed. Another gift from the Monster? He might thin the herd.
Unblinking eyes find Martha. Dear Martha. The kidnap victim. The new follower. The weak. Here is easy prey.
"Martha, dear," he calls out to her, suddenly interjecting his voice into the conversation. He strives to make his tone casual, solicitous, familiar. Finds her eyes. Holds her gaze.
"Please return to the farmhouse while we discuss this matter. I can see that you are tired. Wait there calmly until I come to collect you."
He feels the power of command reach out toward her like an invisible hand. But he's not sure if it's enough.
Vitae: WP: BP: 1
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Martha instinctively looks, as most people do when their name is called. And before she can turn away (as wise Ventrue do in times near combat) the words have already been said. Her sword point lowers slightly and she starts to move across the clearing.
The hateful eyes of Geir flash to her back for a sec. However, the smile stays fixed and even seems to get bigger as he does nothing to slow her progress. Instead looking back to Edward as Erle continues her slaughter.
The cat screeches, hisses, and growls and does not stop as it is lifted into the air. The rope is too big and its weight to small. So while it does choke a little, it is not strangled as it twists in a panic. Whatever spell it was under breaking now that it felt its life was at risk. The skin if its belly however, is too thin to resist Erle’s horrid claws and it’s yowls vanish as its diaphragm is punctured. She pierces her own hand on one of it ribs. Feline and Kindred blood mingling as she continues her prayer. It soaks into the rope as she ties it off.
“You can’t have her,” Geir states as Martha reaches the edge of the clearing in the direction of the farm. “She’s one of us. Martha…,” gaze never leaves Edward, teeth never stop showing in his smile as he speaks a word you don’t know but it sounds like a command.
“Attack your group with all you have,” he then says to the Daeva. It too sounds like a command.
Jennifer
Everyone please roll initiative and post results. Thread is closed to new arrivals until combat resolves. Time till needed retreat is halted at 6 days.
I need a resistance roll of Resolve+Comp+BP from Milton. If that fails, I need a hunger frenzy roll as if starving (Resolve+Comp-2) with 4 successes total needed because of sight of blood.
I need a resistance roll of Resolve+Comp+BP from Edward. Failure means you must attack your group.
Erle 14 – Geir 12 – Martha 11
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Shoot, forgot to mention. I messed up on animals before. In addition to everything else there is a hung raven, and an unhung eagle. Just FYI.
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Connor - 15, at the 12 O'clock position
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Milton is parallel to Martha on the western edge. 7 o’clock? Is that right? I’m bad at this kind of spatial conversion.
Vitae: WP: BP: 1
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