Cthulhu_Wakes
Black Sun in a White World
Another dank, piss reeking alley in downtown Nexus. "It's here. Here, sir!" Grevard said, glancing over his shoulder at the profiles of his fellow Executioners. "Found it during the festivities early last night. Same thing: chalk scribblings, bloody handprints, right? Then we saw this." Grevard held the torch aloft, illuminating the wall in a greasy sheen of light. The man looked drawn and terribly wan in the light. Jin thought Grevard would swoon. He was too green by half.
How do I end up with these people? Johoda must still be sore about poker.
Bronze Jin shook his head. "Means nothing. More of that hullufv bullshit. I fucking hate nursery rhymes." It was the same, though. Someone had scrawled out the eerie little rhyme in shaky script. Twenty years in the Hooded Excutioners, and Jin still had never seen the likes of it. Even dealing with Bloody Hands didn't put the creep in him like this weird shite.
'Fall away, ashes
Fall away, skin'
"No, sir, didn't mean that. That crap's been here for a week or two. No, this." Grevard walked along the wall, splashing in wine-dark puddles, the light like some great palm wiping away sooty darkness. The usual gang signs, phallic representations of various factors, a creative interplay between the Emissary and the Empress. Typical shit. Reaching fingers of light drew out what rattled Grevard so, left him shaking.
Jin gaped at the revelation. Light bathed concentric chalk rings, wide as a gondola, on stucco walls, written as smoothly as elegant calligraphy. He walked closer to peer at the words, feeling hairs prickle on his neck. 'Kimiko' it said, again and again and again. "Fo-fourteen circles." Grevard said, remarkably calm. "Pinrose and Graceful Lion counted them. Haven't had to worry about anyone wiping it off, no one's come down the alley since last night. This, however, is new."
He gave the torch to Jin. Kneeling, Jin illuminated the dark black mass lumped at the bottom of the rings. Dead rats, dozens of them. He spat in disgust. He knew where this was going. "What was the little girl's name?"
"Kimiko." Comet affirmed as Grevard lost his nerve for speech, vomiting in the deep shadows cast by the torch.
"Yeah. How many have gone missing in the past year?" Jin asked, feeling a disturbing itch at the back of his throat.
"I dunno, forty? Fifty?" Comet said, looking the alley over with the rest of the scale.
"Try however many rats are in the pile. Must be a hundred. They been choked to death. Fingers in every gullet. I'll be damned if they ain't kids's fingers, too." Jin sighed, standing from his haunches. "Get word to the Council. I think its time to bring in them spooks."
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My friends, I have been greatly inspired. Inspired enough to run a second game whilst my first flows on rather nicely. This one shall be markedly different in tone - focusing on horror. And cemented in one place - between the River Harlot's legs... Nexus. There are certain niches in Nexus to be filled, and Nexus itself is one giant opportunity for niches to be filled and money to be made. However possible. The PCs are a group of troubleshooters - wells dug, revolutions started, virgins converted, investigations handled, antiquities retrieved sort of folk. You work by contract and commission, you've only been at this for a few small, trifling cases. You're brotherhood of Terrestrail outcastes (ex-Realm, Lookshy, pure homegrown outcaste, whichever) and now is your time to shine.
3-4 players, MAYBE 5. Maybe. 3-4 is the ballpark I'm looking for, for now. This will be a game of intimate horror and mystery. Of course, I need sharp cookies. I want concepts that compliment. You're Terrestrials. Specialize in your aspects. Knock my socks off.
Concepts only, please. No need for a big page long intro. Give me short, sweet, to the point character ideas. When we get all the players sorted out, then we can worry about XP, artifacts, bonus points, etc., etc.
How do I end up with these people? Johoda must still be sore about poker.
Bronze Jin shook his head. "Means nothing. More of that hullufv bullshit. I fucking hate nursery rhymes." It was the same, though. Someone had scrawled out the eerie little rhyme in shaky script. Twenty years in the Hooded Excutioners, and Jin still had never seen the likes of it. Even dealing with Bloody Hands didn't put the creep in him like this weird shite.
'Fall away, ashes
Fall away, skin'
"No, sir, didn't mean that. That crap's been here for a week or two. No, this." Grevard walked along the wall, splashing in wine-dark puddles, the light like some great palm wiping away sooty darkness. The usual gang signs, phallic representations of various factors, a creative interplay between the Emissary and the Empress. Typical shit. Reaching fingers of light drew out what rattled Grevard so, left him shaking.
Jin gaped at the revelation. Light bathed concentric chalk rings, wide as a gondola, on stucco walls, written as smoothly as elegant calligraphy. He walked closer to peer at the words, feeling hairs prickle on his neck. 'Kimiko' it said, again and again and again. "Fo-fourteen circles." Grevard said, remarkably calm. "Pinrose and Graceful Lion counted them. Haven't had to worry about anyone wiping it off, no one's come down the alley since last night. This, however, is new."
He gave the torch to Jin. Kneeling, Jin illuminated the dark black mass lumped at the bottom of the rings. Dead rats, dozens of them. He spat in disgust. He knew where this was going. "What was the little girl's name?"
"Kimiko." Comet affirmed as Grevard lost his nerve for speech, vomiting in the deep shadows cast by the torch.
"Yeah. How many have gone missing in the past year?" Jin asked, feeling a disturbing itch at the back of his throat.
"I dunno, forty? Fifty?" Comet said, looking the alley over with the rest of the scale.
"Try however many rats are in the pile. Must be a hundred. They been choked to death. Fingers in every gullet. I'll be damned if they ain't kids's fingers, too." Jin sighed, standing from his haunches. "Get word to the Council. I think its time to bring in them spooks."
_____________________________________________________________________________________________
My friends, I have been greatly inspired. Inspired enough to run a second game whilst my first flows on rather nicely. This one shall be markedly different in tone - focusing on horror. And cemented in one place - between the River Harlot's legs... Nexus. There are certain niches in Nexus to be filled, and Nexus itself is one giant opportunity for niches to be filled and money to be made. However possible. The PCs are a group of troubleshooters - wells dug, revolutions started, virgins converted, investigations handled, antiquities retrieved sort of folk. You work by contract and commission, you've only been at this for a few small, trifling cases. You're brotherhood of Terrestrail outcastes (ex-Realm, Lookshy, pure homegrown outcaste, whichever) and now is your time to shine.
3-4 players, MAYBE 5. Maybe. 3-4 is the ballpark I'm looking for, for now. This will be a game of intimate horror and mystery. Of course, I need sharp cookies. I want concepts that compliment. You're Terrestrials. Specialize in your aspects. Knock my socks off.
Concepts only, please. No need for a big page long intro. Give me short, sweet, to the point character ideas. When we get all the players sorted out, then we can worry about XP, artifacts, bonus points, etc., etc.