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Thread: The Hunting Game [Temptationist x Dark Saint]

I spy with my little eye... My eyes narrowed as I followed the target through my scope. I lay tucked at the highest story of a shelled out building, with just enough of an opening in the fractured window to shoot potential enemies. My fellow partner, a skilled sniper, lay dormant on her stomach next to me. U menya yest' vystrel. I have a shot. She said to me. Net... No. I reinforced, declaring that the shot was not sufficient and to hold off. Against my better judgement, the young 19-year old Roza Shanina took the shot. The bullet snapped through the air, towards the rogue German soldier though rapidly missed the target by nearly a foot. Instead of striking him dead, all the bullet did was lick his feet. Roza was as beautiful as she was deadly, however, she was young and inexperienced in the face of war compared to our other team members. I was her spotter and sniper supervisor. But against my hopeful belief, she had betrayed my guidance. She spat at her failure. Derrmo! Shit! My heart nearly sank as she missed her target. Although failed-shots were a common occurrence in this line of work, this was a pivotal, eerily quiet setting to miss a shot. Even the slightest of falter could lead to a compromise in our position. As much as I wanted to yell at her, I held my tongue in this silence and continued to watch. Zatknis. Shut up. I whispered to her, slightly irritated by her previously snide confidence. Watching his every mode, I suddenly slammed down the stationed binoculars. On znayet. He knows. My words were riddled with alarm. Roza's eye reverted back to her mounted scope as I shuffled through our artillery bag. On idet! He's coming! Sprouting to my feet, I made a bold move. I stood from my shielded position on the floor in order to launch a direct assault on the nearing enemy. Pulling the trigger from my hand, I flung a RGD-33 offensive grenade out of the window, and towards the running man who came only meters from our building. Without the jacket on the Russian grenade, the blast radius was quite small. The Russian device also yielded poor results and a high failure rate, often igniting small blasts in relation to other common hand grenades. The item was used mainly as a distraction - a weapon that worked at buying us a little more time. Throwing myself to the ground, I shielded my head and face as the grenade took nearly 6 seconds to detonate before it fractured the front side of the building. The complex, already hollow from the events of war, trembled as the blast went off. However, it did not crumble, as the damage was superficial only shaving off about a foot off the reinforced concrete walls. There were snipers throughout this city, and even more so, there were troops hiding in every crevice, and every corner. There were several rounds of firing that went off as a result of my risky move the blast breaking the silence within the calamity of Stalingrad.
Thread: The Hunting Game [Temptationist x Dark Saint]

Scheisse! Kristian had heard the shot at almost the same moment he'd seen it hit just a foot or two ahead of him. A lesser man might not have noticed the glint of the scope that came his way in that second leading up to the shot, or possibly even missed the flash of a muzzle in a dark window, but he'd seen both and as he slammed back-first into the doorway he knew just where that sniper was hiding. But instead of stepping out and snapping off a shot of his own right away Kristian took a moment to steady himself just in case the sniper didn't think he had been exposed after that first shot. Of course then he heard the dull sound of metal hitting concrete and moved on reflex to throw himself into the doorway to safety. Boarded up windows had what little glass was left blasted out, the door had one of its hinges ripped away, and for a few seconds the whole world was tinnitus and blurred vision. The Major rolled over onto his back and tugged at the balaclava he still wore - now stained with dust and out of position from a dive to safety. Outside the sniper had just kicked a few collective hornets nests with that grenade and things were coming to life. Both sides now thought they had just heard the first shots of an enemy push and were scrambling to meet it. Machine gun crews came from seemingly out of nowhere, rifles pointed out of dozens of windows, and men in the khaki of the Stalingrad Front and the grey of the Army Group B came to defensive works in the strewn rubble of the city streets. Kristian could tell by just how much louder the Russians he heard were than his fellow Germans that he was much closer to the Russian lines in what was shaping up to be a rather horrid skirmish. Der sohn einer hure. Kristian muttered to himself as he got back to his feet, Ich werde ihn zu genieen zu tten. A grenade was in his hand when he came back to the door and he wasted no time breaking out into a run from his cover towards the sniper's hide-site. A cap unscrewed in the run and the detonator primed it was hurled up into the window and smashed through one of the few remaining panes of glass in the frame. As it rolled on the floor a quick eye that didn't have the sense to get to cover first might even read the chalk on the grenade. AUS DEUTSCHLAND MIT LIEBE Of course a perhaps more pressing concern for anybody inside the multi-story complex might be the masked German man who threw himself through the nearest window to come rolling across the ground on the first floor. He wasn't immediately gunned down and a quick sweep of the floor saw that in the moment he seemed to be alone, so he slung the rifle across his back and drew the Pistole he'd kept tucked away at his waist. Eyes were up as he stalked his way to the nearest stairwell with his pistol trained for a sniper coming down. When he approached the bottom of the stairwell he stood to the side where the steps ended at a corner of the wall, posted himself, and listened for footsteps over the gunfire and confusion outside.
Thread: The Hunting Game [Temptationist x Dark Saint]

As the two whole floors started crumbling down, the area filled out with a rushing cloud of dust and dirt and debris. In mere seconds a stairwell that had been perfectly clear and stable came tearing down when the supports buckled under the weight of two stories above it came crashing down. Kristian was completely enshrouded by the dust for those first few moments and he was grateful that at least the mask he was wearing worked to block out some of the damned debris filling the air - even if it stung at his eyes and made it difficult to see much of anything. But where he couldn't see through the smoke, the Major had years of experience to tune out the more distant gunfire so he could focus on his immediate surroundings, and what he heard told him what his eyes couldn't. The sounds of splintered wood and shards of glass crunching under careful footfalls in the hall just past the remains of the staircase making their way to his position. As quickly as he dared without making much noise himself Kristian stepped back from the corner and pressed flat to the wall. He waited for those few moments as those footsteps drew closer until he saw the barrel of a weapon start to edge out from around the corner. In that moment the Major lashed out with his unnatural speed to strike a kick against the barrel. The weapon swung away to the side and the soldier holding it fired off a round either in panic or on a jerking reflex, but that round went nowhere and they couldn't fix their aim before the Major had stepped around the corner to face them. He brought up his pistol to finish the job but the woman he was now facing was quick enough on the draw. She lashed out with a knife and the blade slashed across the back of his hand to knock the pistol away and out of his hand. From there it quickly descended into a mad and sudden brawl. She swung for a punch, he caught it with an arm bar. She tried to stick her knife in his ribs, he wrenched it from her hand. He drove a knee for her crotch, she managed to block it. Harsh and staccato movements ruled tbe moment as the two tried to get an upper hand. But where she had experience, Kristian had a measure more on top of pure genetic modifications. Kristian had known in his mind who would come out on top in the end. She screamed when her own knife pinned her hand to the wall. She stopped when Kristian slammed into her and drove his own knife home between her ribs. He stepped away and simply watched her as she started to realize she was going through her final moments. When Kristian turned to pick up his pistol again, he looked over his shoulder to see her watching him and working her jaw. Clearly trying to find the energy to speak.
Thread: The Hunting Game [Temptationist x Dark Saint]

Kristian had been embarrassed before. He'd had wine thrown in his face, he'd listened to the sophisticated elites tittering behind his back before he'd earned his reputation, and once or twice he'd been full-on slapped for stumbling over his own words and committing some horrid faux pa. Once he'd even been drunk when called up to the front like this in a story that he would never retell to anybody for the whole of his life. But now he stood in front of everybody in attendance to switch between watching pale and shocked faces or staring up at the taunting defiance on the wall. His likeness being ruined was something he could easily live with but at that moment he was staring at a declaration that he had failed in his first mission as the damned prodigal child the scientists in the lab had all built him up to be. Fuming with rage, Kristian hopped down from the spotlight and into the crpwd. Frederick! Kristian shouted for the junior soldier, Frederick, where the hell are you?! Aristocrats and business owners and politicians all alike were too confused to move out of the way. They were shoved or elbowed aside with glasses and trays falling to the ground, with one portlier fellow even managing to bust a table from Kristian nearly throwing him to the ground in anger. Not even drawing his pistol wasn't enough to stir those closest to him into action with how serious the situation was. The damned woman was in the building. Wlfin was in the fucking building and half these fools were standing around with their cocks in their hands and no ideas in their damned heads! It was taking too long and Kristian finally grew sick of trying to make his way through the whole crowd at their convenience two shots of his pistol into the ceiling caused a few screams of panic and finally, finally, the crowd began to rush for the main doorway. As they went one way the Major finally had the freedom to slip into the side hall and finally he saw the man he was looking for. Kristian scowled and stormed over to seize the young man by one arm, Oberschtze! What the fuck is your problem!? Get this woman out of here did you not see what just happened?
Thread: The Hunting Game [Temptationist x Dark Saint]

Frederick had an unforgettable expression on his face... Complete and utter shock. As you grabbed him by his arm, his wide eyes scrambled to process the horrific sabotage before his eyes. Frederick was distraught disturbed to the very core of what this could mean for the Nazi forces, and for Germany. It took him a moment too long to snap out of his daze and stand up right again with a stiff posture. Major Colonel! He saluted you, as if this was a morning drill of tiring routine and little importance. The boy was still naive in the face of danger. A good soldier, but when thrown off guard, a military klutz. Finally living up to his reputation, Frederick snapped into action springing to life as he drew a similar pistol from the inside of his tux and catered his eyes on high alert. He moved presumably to protect his woman, but as he turned around... she was no where in sight. His precious Russian Anya had vanished among the panicking ground. Floods and floods of guests scrambled for the exit. Some retreating to their rooms as security guards approached and moaned in high voices for attendees to return to the safety of their rooms with an additional clause until further notice. Also known as, 'we don't know what's going on but it isn't good, but don't worry, keep calm'. I had heard it all before in the wake of this gruesome war. But I was no stranger to chaos. I relished in it bred my entire existence around it. Although it did not effect my superior intellect, it did effect the character I was portraying. Poor little Anya, offended, startled, and alone in this dark city. The moment the reputable Major called for his name - the moment Frederick abandoned his attention on me to turn to face his superior - was the moment I, performing as a disheveled Russian barmaid, gave up on my little romantic endeavor. As he swayed from me, I sighed heavily in acquittal, instantly turning my back on the soldier. My body bled into the seeping crowd. Within bare seconds, I had evacuated the dining hall and disappeared from the hallways. With my back to the German, my frustrated and terrified expression soon melted off of my face. It was nearly instantaneous. The moment I was away from him, I reverted back to my determined, true psychsocial form. I was conniving, some even deemed me wicked. And in that fine moment as I exited the very chaos I had created, a small gleam of happiness crept one corner of my lips. Victory. Little did you know, dearest Kristian Urner, that the infamous She-Wolf - the damned Wolfin of Nazi Germany - had marked her territory right inside the comfort of your own manor bedroom. Aus Russland, mit Liebe , the note , hand-written in an alluringly feminine cursive, lay awaiting for your reading on the pure white silk of your bed's sheets. Mockery and insult, all in the most passive-aggressive and simultaneously triumphant farewell. The note was sealed with a lush red lip kiss. You can hunt the wolf but you can't make her howl.
Thread: Vampire: the Musketeering

I am interested in this idea and I am willing to create a new character for this.
Thread: Vampire: the Musketeering

While the Dumas books would fit in well with the courtly intrigue of Vampire, I would definitely like to see this done on a Mage angle.
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Mage would be easier, given the existence of the swashbucklers' handbook.
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I know so very little of either system, but the idea intrigues me as I love swashbuckling and that era of French history.
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I vote Vampire if you want the courtly aspect. Though I would be willing to try Mage.
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As I said... vampire works best with the courtly intrigue, but my vote still goes for mage. Though, if there's enough interest on both sides... why not the power struggle between the two factions?
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I'll spend the weekend avoiding Eurovision and reading what fluff there is about Paris during the time period from both gamelines. In the end, I think the 'conflict' angle appeals. The problem with that, though, is that in a three-way fight between being-true-to-Mage, being-true-to-Vampire, and being-true-to-Dumas, the French chap's going to win.
Thread: Vampire: the Musketeering

I would certainly adore this concept with mage.. Or even mixed.
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if the french chap is going to win, I would almost suggest sticking with Vampire. As Mage has the tendancy of becoming much more fantastical.
Thread: Vampire: the Musketeering

Thank you all for your thoughts and comments. I'll have a go at trying to come up with an idea that would allow vampires and mages to co-exist and pursue interests and ideas. Hrm! this could go very good or very terrible...
Thread: Vampire: the Musketeering

Right. After some further thought and digging around, I'm going to have a go at doing this using some half-arsed mix of Mage-20 and MtSC. It fits the slightly more... whimsical nature of the idea, I suppose. And it has the added benefit of the characters being able to go out in sunlight. If you're still interested, please drop me a PM with your character concept. If you've got no clue about Mage old World of Darkness, don't worry! I'm delighted to hand-hold and teach as we go. Depending on how much interest there is, it will either be a play-by-post game here 2 people or via IM only one person.
Thread: Vampire: the Musketeering

Is this a traditions focused scenario? Or could the Order of Reason be involved on friendly terms? Maybe with the traditional idea of Cardinal Richleau as a villain, when the historical figure was actualy a patron of the arts and in many ways a good guy, putting Richleu as a high level ORder of Reason Operative and involving the Traditions with the Muskateers could be thematicly apropriate? Anyways, I'll start digging for a concept.
Thread: Vampire: the Musketeering

I've now got my act together and actually put fingers to keyboard .
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I am out. Good luck and have fun.
Thread: Vampire: the Musketeering

Grins I apreciate that you mentioned the redesing of Paris in the 1900s. A few years before my father passed, we were talking about parkour. Dad explained to me that Napolean the Third redesinged the city in such a way that the roofs were all on the same level, making the development of modern free running posible. Sorry, i just had a history geek moment.
Thread: Vampire: the Musketeering

History geeking isn't something to apologise for. It, after all, is what got me interested in playing Dark Ages Vampire rather than Masquerade I like the image, though, of Napo3 deciding that Parkour should happen and ordering Paris redesigned so that France can be famous for yet more things!
Thread: Vampire: the Musketeering

New to the system, but might be interested in joining. Currently thinking of a bit of a dabbler, some magic. The artificer description seemed interesting.
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Hi KC!
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One of our TRadition mages should take the name Avery. It means Elf Ruler.
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I must give a standing ovation and an apreciative bow for your in depth primer, sir!
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Just want to say that I appreciate the skill list for different society roles.
Thread: Vampire: the Musketeering

If you want me to expand it to non-society roles, please say. My general theory is to make the system-stuff as non-traumatic as possible. Which can be quite hard in oWoD. For those new to the system setting, one aspect that might not be apparent from the stuff I put up in the primer is the metaplot. Mage is always a game about conflicting ideas. At this particular time, the two major conflicting ideas are between the Order of Reason and The Traditions. The Order of Reason doesn't really believe in magic per se they rather see what they're doing as enlightened science. By contrast, the Traditions are Gandalf-esque balls-out point-hat-wearing high-magic. In the future, the Order of Reason ends up buying sharp suits . cyborgs, and leather jackets in bulk and becoming the technocracy. But again, don't let that worry you at this point. Here I'm mostly concerned with coming up with an excuse to buckle swash or perhaps swash some buckle in Paris with some particularly cool special effects
Thread: Vampire: the Musketeering

mystictiger said If you want me to expand it to non-society roles, please say. My general theory is to make the system-stuff as non-traumatic as possible. Which can be quite hard in oWoD. For those new to the system setting, one aspect that might not be apparent from the stuff I put up in the primer is the metaplot. Mage is always a game about conflicting ideas. At this particular time, the two major conflicting ideas are between the Order of Reason and The Traditions. The Order of Reason doesn't really believe in magic per se they rather see what they're doing as enlightened science. By contrast, the Traditions are Gandalf-esque balls-out point-hat-wearing high-magic. In the future, the Order of Reason ends up buying sharp suits . cyborgs, and leather jackets in bulk and becoming the technocracy. But again, don't let that worry you at this point. Here I'm mostly concerned with coming up with an excuse to buckle swash or perhaps swash some buckle in Paris with some particularly cool special effects Click to expand... I actually really love that kind of conflict. My last attempt to run a game had the central conflict of rule and divinity. It was an L5R game set after the Steel Chrysanthemum was defeated. I'm currently working on a Bishop who is also a member of the Craftmasons. Picking from among all of the abilities is a bit difficult, but I am not varying too much from the list you provided.
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