Oct 252010
 

First off, we spent about an hour and a half just running through some combat.  I was just winging it and, in one case, decided to put a ridiculously strong mage in the combat just to see what might happen (yeah, “iron man” was completely overpowered and I have no true mechanical rationale for his -10 on defense–I just wanted to get a sense of NPC power-levels vs your team of ninja-vampires).

 Then, we settled into some RP.  The players had been called to Maria’s estate to guard the Seekers as they did, well, something in the basement.  The PCs got a chance to do a little BSing and sizing each other up before a phone rings and, a few minutes later, Fritz going berserk below.

 I’ll could post the chat log if that’s something folks would like to read.  It would take a bit of editing though as private messages to the Storyteller also appear.  Thoughts?

At any rate, post your journals/stories/whatever here.

  4 Responses to “Session Notes, Session 1, Oct. 23rd”

  1. Notes and photographs covered the table. To the unknowing, the pile was random, with no discernable patterns or meaning beyond images and scattered words. To Elisabeth, the layers of a story were slowly unfolding. She couldn�t yet see the whole picture, but she knew it was there. It had to be. After ten years � had it been ten already? No, more than that�. But after so many years, she was still searching, still trying to decipher the clues so painstakingly collected. Spidery trails of truth were surfacing. The rest would come with time. And she certainly had nothing but time now.

    Brushing aside a loose strand of auburn hair, Elisabeth shuffled a few newspaper clippings closer to a tattered photo. She frowned over them for a moment then nodded in satisfaction. Better. That would explain who was receiving shipments�.

    �Come in, Merrick!� she called absently a second before the knock on the door sounded. She moved another photo nearer a cluster of three others.

    �I�ll never get used to that,� Merrick muttered in annoyance as he shut the door behind himself.

    Elisabeth only shrugged, still not looking from her work. �I heard you as soon as you came down the stairs. What did you find?�

    �Not as much as we hoped.� He came closer to sit on the edge of the table. When he reached out a hand to pick up a photo, Elisabeth swatted it gently but firmly away. �And a good evening to you too, Elsi.�

    Sighing, she pushed back from the table to look up at him. Hazel eyes narrowed slightly, but faint amusement dispelled any malice. �Forgive me. Good evening, Merrick. I�m so glad you could stop by. Now, what did you find?�

    Merrick mustered a slight smile although his dark eyes remained guarded � as they always did those days. He pulled a small packet of papers from his jacket and began laying them out on the only cleared area on the table. �As I said, not much. A few scattered reports on the three from the club. Nothing on the other woman, even less about this fellow here,� he tapped a finger on a page bearing not much more than a name. �The younger kid had some ties to the Youth, though that�s hardly unusual anymore.� He slid out one sheet with a few more notes on it. �Our good Herr Doktor didn�t turn up much either, aside from what we already knew. Unless you have more to add?�

    Elisabeth shook her head, looking over what scant information the pages held. �He still shows up at the University. But that�s about it.� She frowned and touched the seal atop one page. �Merrick, this is the department�s letterhead. Did you take it from the files?�

    He snorted. �It�s only a copy. I put back the original. That was the only paper handy.� He looked at her for a long moment, although she never met his gaze. �I�m being careful, Elsi.�

    �I know. But you know what they�re capable of. It�s worse now than when I was dismissed.�

    Merrick shrugged again. �They�ve done their little checks on me. Half the department has been replaced, but I passed their muster for whatever reason.� His voice softened briefly. �And you know I can�t tell you no.�

    �If this is all you have, you should go home, Merrick. It�s late.� Elisabeth began to sort the new pages into order.

    He barely flinched at the flatness of her reply. �True. Are you sure you don�t need anything else? It�s been a while�.�

    She finally looked up at him, but the look was bland. �I appreciate you doing this work for me, Merrick. I truly do. And I appreciate the offer. But Raoul will be by later � if I feel the need, I�ll indulge on him. He doesn�t have to report to anyone in the morning. He�s desperate to ingratiate himself with me anyway. Besides,� she couldn�t completely hide notes of regret and annoyance, �you know I can�t give you what you really want.� With that, she went back to organizing papers.

    Sighing heavily, Merrick stood. �If only you�d come to me first�� He trailed off and walked briskly to the door. �Goodnight, Elsi. I�ll bring anything else I find.�

    �Goodbye, Merrick.�

  2. Nothing changes people as much as war.

    After the Great War, the War To End All Wars, the great Prussian Empire was divided; most of the land Germany was forced to surrender, were parts of Prussia. As for the end to all wars, that did not, of course, happen. That is simply not a part of human nature. The civil war in Russia. War between Poland and Ukraine. Between Hungary and Romania. Greece and Turkey. In the east, the beast of war touched Russia, Ukraine, Poland, Romania. In the south, Czechoslovakia, Greece, Turkey, Hungary. Finland against Russia in the north. And in the west, Ireland against Britain. The wars further west, those fought in America, have not yet touched us, at least not by much.

    Germany too has been haunted by unrest. They might not, per definition, have been wars, but to us who lived through them, they felt much like it. Attempted revolutions and coups, the French and Belgian occupation of Ruhr, the British occupation of Cologne.

    Oh, yes, the British occupation of my homeland. By then, I was gone from there; I have never returned, and I do not today know whether my family’s estate still exists, and whether it, if it does, still is in the hands of my family. It would have had to go to a remote cousin, of course, as grandfather had no other heirs but my mother and me. I do not even know if my family is still alive. Perhaps someone else has taken over the territory. Perhaps it is ruined; who knows what the British soldiers did to it while they were there, though they seemed to be kinder, by far, than the French. But then, the Britons have far better an understanding of what it means to be a soldier than the French. Or so grandfather always claimed.

    And now, now my country is dying. Proud Prussia is dying. Taken as spoils of war, or nibbled to death by politicians. Damn the man. May Franz von Papen zu K�nigen burn in Hell for that betrayal.

    I sometimes wish I could go back. But the world has changed, and K�ln is no longer what it was. I do not think there is a place for me there anymore.

    Though here might be little better. There is a taint here, and it permeates everything. And while some of the people I meet here seem fairly polite, the taint is there.

    Maybe it is a sign of the times. Maybe this is in truth the final days. And this is one reason why I cannot leave. I have access, here, to books and texts that might give me answers, might give me something that can help my people in the fight that is to come.

  3. Here you are. Wonderful isn’t it? Alfred makes it. Feels like you can just about touch the sky. And you know what feels really good….

    There’s nothing like fingers through the hair after a few glasses of Alfred’s finest.

    So I guess you could say it all started in October of 33 – The Seekers – that’s what they called themselves – invited a goodly portion of their childer to the Landerburg estate. I’m not sure if it was all, but there were seven of us, plus Alfred. They got us all together and had us watch the door to the basement while they went down to do whatever it is they do. It was, in essence, an absurd waste of everyone’s time.

    There wasn’t much chitchat, but at least there was a piano, and Katja was wearing a low-cut gown that I could nearly see through, so I was , at least, entertained. A young punk that Maria had brought over was shooting his mouth off, but it too was, at least, entertaining. Karl was reading auras to blow the time – made a crack about “holes in my aura”.

    What? Oh, there’s just a few things I can’t remember well. I like to think of it as being born again, in a way. Come now, come now, stop trying to change the subject…you are far too adorable when you pout, my dear.

    So there was a time of foolishness, then a telephone rang in the basement and then…there was Fritz screaming….

  4. Why oh why must Maria always have me babysit the goons? I know she values my loyalty but it is so excruciatingly boring! Aside from a (small) bit of (not very) witty banter, this group is so droll. That is, except for the insane ones, but sadly, they are not even the entertaining sort of insane. No, they are the boring, stare out the windows and occasionally make obtuse remarks about nothing sort of insane, which is the worst kind.

    To be subject to this in my own home is horrible, but without so much as a drop to drink while enduring the drudgery…torture! I blame Fritz for this, Fritz and his crazy eyes. I do wish he would stop hanging around so often, he is a bad influence and a distraction.

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