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Fog of the Mind's Eye: IC : Chapter One
« on: July 12, 2011, 06:54:19 AM »
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He reflected deeply, until this feeling completely overwhelmed him and he reached a point where he recognized causes; for to recognize causes, it seemed to him, is to think, and through thought along feelings become knowledge and are not lost, but become real and being to mature.
    Hermann Hesse, Siddhartha (1951), Chapter: Awakening


Chapter 1: "In which a man falls down a hole, and we laugh."

The wheel of time rolls on. You dream of the fires of the camps where you worshiped your gods. Gods who walked among you. Gods who demanded tribute from your body and sometimes your soul. Yet these gods could not always protect you. During the day they hid from the burning orb in the sky, to regain their strength they said. At night they commanded armies to strike down those who would oppose them. Then there was unrest. Invaders came in the night and you were spirited away to be protected.

Fire.
Crashing.

You were sealed into the cradle, it would be well fortified, and you would be safe. Then you slept. You slept so that you would be safe. You slept so that you would be preserved. Time was the most powerful weapon to defeat your god's enemies. So you slept that they might be pleased.

The darkness envelops all your senses. You reach out into the world. The death of men touch your souls as war after war rages on. From the fall of Carthage, Rome, Constantinople, Crusades against kine and kindred alike, and a Hundred Years War engulfing Europe, to the conquests of Madmen both French and German you feel the souls of men leave the world forever. You dream of a great fire from the sky that burns out the soul of a country. You dream of fire that burns so hot, so white that every fabric of the universe in that instant is effected. It scars you. It pulls at you to awaken and call for your gods to bring the peace and order that you knew, yet you sleep. You sleep the ages away and your mind begins to forget your gods. You can barely remember the great city or the long nights there hence.

You can barely remember how they protected you and demanded tribute.
You can barely remember why you slept.

You sleep and you dream.

You dream of a hunger.

A hunger that burns like fire in the pit of your chest. A hunger that over time brings madness and want. The hunger is pain. The hunger is comfort. It demands nourishment. It demands tribute. The hunger is your god. The hunger wishes to be sated, yet the hunger is trapped within while you sleep. It has no where to go and it eats at your mind. You forget the days when you hunted in the open fields. You forget carving statues and idols of your gods. You forget preparing the horses and running dogs. You forget the stories and tales of your age. It fades and your mind is filled with a searing white pain of the hunger as it burrows further and further into your soul.

Yet you sleep.

A wave of red washes over you. There are loud noises. Men with metal tubes that smoke. Screams and an explosion. You find yourself and your fellows holding the bodies a few men and women. They plead and scream and sate your hunger until the very last drop of their souls are torn asunder. As their bodies crumble into ash your hunger fades, and you remember. You remember the language of the romantics. You remember the glass that produces light. You remember carts of iron that propell themselves. You remember you slept, and you remember each others faces but time is a great weapon. It is a double edged sword that fights for no one, and strikes everyone equally. You remember that you forgot.

Welcome.
To the world of tommorow.

You are strangers in a strange land.


The hunger which once raged subsides and you take notice of the finer details of the area around you. As you look around you notice other beings. You know them. They are familiar to you even though you may not all look a like. They are like a long lost friend or sibling you have not seen in years. Each of these beings are wearing simple tattered robes. Some splattered with a red liquid that still drips down. Your mind swirls as images and thoughts try to invade you. You see experiences and things from a world that is not your own. Flashes of someone elses life through ages you have never experienced yourself. One thing sticks out for everyone for sure, the language of the romantics. Intuitively your voice forms and allows you to speek in a tounge you've never heard but some how understand.

You find yourself in a dimly lit ziggurat of impressive size. The walls and floor look as though they were ornately carved from the surrounding stone. Parts have collapsed due to time and wear. In some places water drips down the wall coating the floor with a thin slick substance. Two pillars stand holding up the ceiling one cracked, and a third seems to have fallen. Cracks run across the ceiling from the broken pillar, a long rift starting down the wall where it collapsed to the side stairs. On either side of the stairs are large alcoves stained with an extremely dark color. The stairs lead up to a large altar which is surrounded by a small trough that leads down to the alcoves on the side and middle of the stairs, all stained with the same dark color. In the center of the room is an ornate carving, surrounded by over a dozen large stone crypts. Blood is sprayed across many of them and the floor. Four skeletal bodies are thrown around the immediate area, their alien clothes and effects slightly singed and quite dirty. Several other bodies were pulled into the crypts and mangled expressions of horror frozen on their faces. Another set of stairs leading up to a large doorway have collapsed as the ceiling caved in, fire rages through some of the stone in places and several bodies are crushed underneith. Along the walls and pillars several ancient torches sit in holders, long since burnt out.



Spoiler for Hiden:
Everyone gets a point of Linguistics. The diablerie and subsequent absorbtion of your prey has stired some of their memories in your fractured mind. You all understand how to speak English and the concepts of the language. Reading it is a different thought all together, and will take time and a Intelligence + Linguistics roll (Difficulty pending on type of text.) As well as being a side effect you gain 3 points into Abilities to be distributed at your pleasure. [PM me your choices.] You have fractured and incomplete knowledge of the modern times in which your prey stemmed from. You have a vague idea of the idea of the kindred condition skewed by the roll of time that has affected your mind. Those with a greater Intelligence score have a greater capacity for learning and thus understand these concepts and times slightly better than the rest.


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Re: Fog of the Mind's Eye: IC : Chapter One
« Reply #1 on: July 12, 2011, 04:20:41 PM »
The Man crouched behind one of the tomb as if attempting to hide his tall, strong body.
A questioning awkward look of 'oops...I hope no one seen me do this...' instinctively formed on his face,  he could still feel the blood soaked against his Goatee and chin, he licked it slightly, it tasted sweet.  What he did was wrong but he didn't mean to do it. 
The two sharp fangs, his tongue flicked over  them, there was still some sort of euphoria in his body now which made things even more wrong.

"At least it was a swift death...." he said quietly glancing at the Ashen dust remains of the body a short distance in front of him, vaguely remembering how he drank from it , his large powerful hands holding the small fragile body from moving as he feasted upon it, feeling the call of something primal as resistance faded.

He looks at the others wondering if any of them noticed him...
He knew at least one of them also fed with him, however it was all a haze, happened too quickly before he regained his senses and moved to conceal himself as the vessel turned to dust; then after, the ecstasy subsided and the feeling of wrong doing and nakedness settled in.

Spoiler for Hiden:
Physical description:
He is still naked , Tall and muscular, he has a  black goatee and hair that shoots out to all sides, in short he looks like the rough sketch I provided (I thought of giving him cloths but realized that it wouldn't make sense after so much time so ignore that part and imagine him naked, package and all)



« Last Edit: July 12, 2011, 07:58:52 PM by Radical21 »

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Re: Fog of the Mind's Eye: IC : Chapter One
« Reply #2 on: July 12, 2011, 07:47:26 PM »
A little girl sits behind the fallen pillar, her eyes shut as she softly hums a tune to herself, cradling something in her arms...

"London bridge is broken down,
Falling down, falling down,
London bridge is falling down,
My fair lady...."

Suddenly her eyes jolt open and she looks at what she's holding. It's a bony arm, covered in the rapidly decaying flesh and skin of it's previous owner. She gasps and tosses it away, it clatters on the stone floor several yads away from her.

She looks down at herself and notices she notices she's covered with blood. Her hands go up to her face, feeling the still extended fangs. Realisation dawns on her face and she mumbles words under her breath that her ears have never heard. She crawls around her pillar, trying to sneak a peak outside of her hiding spot.

Spoiler for Hiden:
The girl has black hair and icey blue eyes. She looks quite pretty, beautiful even, especially for someone her age
« Last Edit: July 12, 2011, 07:57:53 PM by Isador »

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Re: Fog of the Mind's Eye: IC : Chapter One
« Reply #3 on: July 12, 2011, 08:12:17 PM »
Hungry...

Need to...for her...somebody. Somebody important. What?


The boy's eyes flutter open and absorb the dim light flickering off the marble tombs. He is laying on his side, next to the mangled body of an unrecognizable man. When he sees the man's caved-in face, one eyeball dangling loose, the boy cries out in panic and shuffles backwards across the dust and rubble-strewn floor until he bumps into something hard and warm. Why are there stairs? Where am I? Who are these people? It's then that he notices the crackling noise of the fires amidst the smoldering rubble, and a wave of heat. Turning his head sharply, the boy looks directly into a small blaze not 5 feet from his face.

He screams.

In a reflexive jolt, the boy haphazardly crawls away from the stairs on his hands and knees, pulling himself forward as if chased by a horrible monster from some old tale. He flees to the nearest corner away from the flames, and huddles naked there, sobbing. His red tears mix with the half-dried blood already caked on his face. Two clean, bright blue eyes full of terror scan the room in a hurry, as his shoulders heave and his fingers tremble, clutching at the stone beneath him.

He doesn't know this place. He doesn't know himself.

Spoiler for Hiden:
The boy couldn't be more than twelve years old. He has medium-length black hair, which is currently an absolute mess of dirt and blood. He might be a cute child, but the extensive scarring on his face, neck, and upper body hamper his appearance. These features are shocking at best, and more often disturbing. 

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Re: Fog of the Mind's Eye: IC : Chapter One
« Reply #4 on: July 12, 2011, 08:54:26 PM »
Eyes barely open, the man stumbles blindly forward.  Trying to wipe the sleep from his face, he is shocked by the dampness on his face and on his hands.  Suddenly he loses his footing, stumbles, and lands painfully on his knees.  He lets out of a yelp of surprise followed by a guttural groan as he feels his knees.  He is unsure if his knees are bleeding or if his hands are just wet from the tears on his face.

Not knowing whether to rub his skinned knees or continue to wipe away at his face, the man just waves his arms frantically for a few moments and then slumps down sobbing.

He doesn't know why he's crying. 

The pain isn't that bad, but this situation just sucks.  He knows he needs to be doing something, needs to be getting his shit together so to speak, but sitting on the cool floor sobbing just seems like the best course of action at the moment.

"And what is that god awful smell?!"

Spoiler for Hiden:
The man appears to be in his mid 20's.  He has well defined facial features and is of average height and build.  His clothing is in tatters around him.  He has a distinctive scar running down his left eye from his hairline to his jaw.  He has another scar on the left side of his mouth from just before the corner of his mouth to just above his chin.

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Re: Fog of the Mind's Eye: IC : Chapter One
« Reply #5 on: July 13, 2011, 12:01:36 AM »
Hunger... Sleep... Hunger... Sleep...

The endless cycle, of which the mind had hardly been even aware, suddenly broke :

Hunger... BLOOD !

And with that breakpoint in the cycle came rushing a flood of images, sounds, odors, touches, memories and so much more... The conscience that had been so long laying in the chains of Hunger could now perceive two things : a recessing Hunger, and an amount of data the like of which it had never known. But what to make of it ?

After what seemed like another eternity, the conscience had begun filtering enough of those inputs that it was reminded of a fact. It was in a body. It had eyes, hands, fangs...

His body unmoving, he opened his eyes, slowly. What he perceived was somehow familiar, and yet, not so. His mind raced, and he remembered he had ears too. He listened to what they were telling him, and lo ! there was sound around him. From there on, it took a comparably small amount of time to gain back a whole body, and sit. Turning his head around him, he could see that others were gathered too. That would require more thinking. Already he was gauging everyone and everything, his body as unmoving as a statue.

Spoiler for Hiden:
The man was of rather average build, and was rather good-looking.  What stood out though was his bald head, and his eyes that fixed things for seconds without even so much as blinking.


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Re: Fog of the Mind's Eye: IC : Chapter One
« Reply #6 on: July 14, 2011, 11:51:51 PM »
As you survey your surroundings in the aftermath of the red haze, a distant muffled rumbling can be heard. Small pebbles fall from the tiled ceiling to the floor. In some places larger pieces of stone shift from their current positions. From the south of the room moans can be heard, as a man is trapped waist deep beneith the rubble of the collapsed doorway, a quite large stone piece from the archway having fell on him. Compounded in this are more very large pieces of the surrounding stonework are toppled ontop. It looks to be extremely heavy and if one were to examine it, no one person could lift it or move it. The man bleeds from his mouth and there is a splattering of blood around him, as he groans and pleads as the weight crushes down on him. He doesn't have very long to live.

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Re: Fog of the Mind's Eye: IC : Chapter One
« Reply #7 on: July 15, 2011, 12:37:41 AM »
The Dark haired man, with his Satyr-ish look , he still can't remember his name, he shift his eyes from side to side and a puzzled expression on his face, something in him feels disappointed no one is looking for him in his efforts to hide, he did something wrong, very wrong...

He glances up as it looks as though the unstable structure starts shaking, the place is going to collapse .

Deciding to act he climbs on top of the tomb he was previously hiding behind to take a look around, standing tall and proud exposing his naked slightly hairy glory and impressive x-rated parts to all who happen to see.
This gives him a better vantage point to look at the surrounding,  he sees the giant fallen pillar nearby and where he thought he heard that girlish song and scream echoing from.  He can also see the statue man and the crying grown man weeping on the floor like a little child and complaining about some smell.

"Hey you!" he says loud enough so the scarred crybaby can hear him hoping to catch his attention , his face twisted in a crooked absurd fake smile as he speaks to the man while glancing around hastily to look around for something to wear or for an exit...

"Hey crying scar-man? stop crying and shape up! we need to get out, we need exit and then we can be happy and free"
The tall man tries his best to put on an encouraging smile which turns out kind of eerie and forced as he kneels on the top of the tomb looking down at the crying man trying to better appeal to him.

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Re: Fog of the Mind's Eye: IC : Chapter One
« Reply #8 on: July 15, 2011, 01:03:47 AM »
The boy hears a shout, and somebody speaking. He understands them.

Spoiler for Hiden:
Courage:
Rolled 4d10 : 7, 10, 4, 1, total 22

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Re: Fog of the Mind's Eye: IC : Chapter One
« Reply #9 on: July 15, 2011, 01:20:15 AM »
He needed to get out of here. The room shook, dust and pebbles falling from the cracked ceiling. It's not safe here. I want to go. The boy stands up slowly, bracing himself against the wall. The fire wasn't so close anymore... For the first time, he notices several others in this place with him - grown-ups, not hurt like the ones on the ground.

Dead something inside him spoke. The boy shakes his head, and with all the grim determination of a naked twelve-year old, he strides across the floor, avoiding the jagged splinters of stone until he comes to the center and sees the man standing there, completely bare.

The boy looks up at the dark-haired man defiantly.

"Who are you?"

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Re: Fog of the Mind's Eye: IC : Chapter One
« Reply #10 on: July 15, 2011, 01:42:05 AM »
The towering muscular Man twisted  his torso sideways as he noticed the boy, his unerected penis hanging down loosely also dangled bumping onto the sides of his upper hip with the secondary motion, [11]'s Satyr looking features ungracefully glanced down at his vulgar immodesty , before looking back at the scarred kid with curiosity, remembering kids should not actually see such things..

"Scar-Man and Scar-Boy" he laughed thinking that was fairly clever before pausing to consider the interesting question. The brat had a point, he didn't know who he was.

"I am the man who is going to get all of you to safety..." he declared boldly after some thought standing in akimbo above the two people, his eyes shifting between Scar-man and Scar-boy...

"Now don't be frighted, I just need to find some cloths...have you seen any?" he says as he returns to scout around the dark dim lit room only half paying attention.
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Re: Fog of the Mind's Eye: IC : Chapter One
« Reply #11 on: July 15, 2011, 02:03:25 AM »
You all hear a series of scrapes coming from a shadowed corner of the room, behind some of the crypts. The light from the fire does not reach that far, so it is impossible to see what is making them, but it sounds like someone or someTHING writing or drawing on stone with a piece of chalk or a small rock.
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Re: Fog of the Mind's Eye: IC : Chapter One
« Reply #12 on: July 15, 2011, 02:16:40 AM »
The dark-haired man's nakedness embarrassed the boy. It is only then that the boy realizes that he, too, is completely exposed. In quick panic, the boy's hands launch down to cover his privates. Looking up at the dark-haired man, the boy tries to act like nothing is wrong. His embarrassment obvious though, and he shifts uncomfortably from one foot to the other. If he were any other boy, it might even look like he desperately needed to relieve himself.

"How do we get out?"

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Re: Fog of the Mind's Eye: IC : Chapter One
« Reply #13 on: July 15, 2011, 02:27:18 AM »
[Subject 11]'s eyes shift momentarily to [3] ,puzzled seeing Scar-boy from the corner of his eye before returning to look around towards the center of the room and across, he jumps down walking towards it.

"If you got to pee just do it in the corner, we're leaving soon anyways". He commands Scar-boy when he realizes the kid is no help,
 He looks down at the Crying Scar-man,  offering him his arm to drag the pathetic man up on his feet, his crooked smile still pasted reassuringly on his goatee.

Spoiler for Hiden:
Rolling Charisma for [11] to try and inspire the sad looking [14]
Rolled 1d10 : 7, total 7

« Last Edit: July 15, 2011, 02:33:17 AM by Radical21 »

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Re: Fog of the Mind's Eye: IC : Chapter One
« Reply #14 on: July 15, 2011, 09:16:20 AM »
As the haze of ancient sleep clears and she very carefully drags her body to a very weak stand, her eyes are flooded with images of the dead and dying and a host others standing around her. She looks down to her hands, they are painted with a mixture of grime and gore. Her thoughts collect in an unusual way...a slow steady train of words, images, emotions, and all very loosely connected. If she hadn't had sense enough to realize she was in her own head, she would have thought she was dead and most assuredly in Hell.

She looks to the others in the room, and has the most curious sensation to suddenly speak, though she is not sure why, as if she had been silenced mid sentance in some previous time. She opens her mouth, her foggy mind expecting full well to say something to them, whoever they are but instead an ugly scream rips past her teeth.
You're not the kind of girl I would marry....you're the kind of girl I would cheat on my wife with.

 

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