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Brians Odd Encounter Sr Fayad 241014
In a thrilling encounter set in the moody twilight of Haven's red light district, Brian, a courageous member of the Order, finds himself embroiled in a dangerous hunt for a rogue vampire, an exsanguinator on the run after committing a heinous crime against a local. Receiving the distressing news through an Order scout's message, Brian wastes no time. Armed with his determination and quick wits, he gears up and heads to the foreboding location of Devilwood Drive, determined to find and neutralize the threat. Information from the Order scouts and a helpful packet from an Order Librarian guide him to the vampire's last known hideout among the shadowy and industrial shipping containers, setting the stage for a deadly game of cat and mouse.
As Brian cautiously maneuvers through the dimly lit, dangerous terrain, his hunter's instincts are put to the test. The vampire, utilizing sharp telekinetic abilities, launches a violent assault, turning what would seem like a straightforward mission into a treacherous battle for survival. Despite the peril, Brian's resolve only strengthens. He deftly avoids the vampire's attempts to cripple him, fighting back with his own mix of strategy and firepower. The confrontation reaches a fever pitch as Brian, through a mix of tactical acumen and sheer force of will, manages to land the final, fatal shots, eliminating the deadly predator but not without sustaining a grievous wound himself. In a dramatic conclusion, Brian's actions safeguard the town of Haven for another night, though they leave him bearing the marks of the harrowing encounter—a testament to his bravery and the ever-present danger lurking within the city's shadows.
(Brian's odd encounter(SRFayad):SRFayad)
[Sun Oct 13 2024]
In a cozy bedroom
This small but comfortably appointed room has a lot of open space, giving it the feel of being bigger than it really is. Three of the walls are painted an off-white, about the color of an eggshell, while the fourth serves as an accent wall in sage green. Soft lighting is provided by a small desk lamp, with the ceiling light usually turned off.
It is dusk, about 60F(15C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey stormclouds.
(Your target and their allies are charged with tracking down a supernatural criminal on the run from the factions, what they do with them then is up to the players to decide.
)
Brian sits within his bedroom, dozing thanks to his industrious decision to catch up on all his school work, but unfortunately today wouldn't be as much of a day off as he'd hoped. He gets a notification from an Order scout - not targetted at him directly, but to all of the Order currently near Brian's address in Haven - that an exsanguinator had escaped into the streets from a squadron of Order Swordbearers and that if they could get the vampire taken down now, they would manage to take a great danger away from the people of Haven. Unique amongst most creatures that stalk these streets, vampires are, in fact, capable of breaking Sanctuary - their origins lost to time, the undead monsters are able to capitalize on their place in the food chain to literally drain people dry. To the Order, this is a serious crime - and as one of the participants in crafting the spell of Sanctuary to begin with, the Order ensured that any vampire that exsanguinated someone within Haven's borders would not have the protection of the spell again for quite some time. He's given a basic physical description - dark hair, pale skin, a bit tall, very archetypical honestly of a vampire, and the knowledge that it'd been given a grievous, sucking chest wound before going to ground. Such a critical injury was nothing to a vampire that fed on that kind of power, but it might just be enough to give Brian the edge should he decide to try and find it to finish off the monster. The question was, would Brian bother?
Brian is just contemplating an early dinner when his phone buzzes. Checking the screen, he sees the message from the Order. A vampire on the loose? Not good. He grabs his pack from the stash and slings it over his shoulders, then fires off a return message asking for any additional information... known associates, known hangouts or addresses, and so on. While he waits for a reply, he checks his weapons and armor to make sure everything is ready, then heads out to his van.
Coming through for Brian, the scouts eagerly send over the requested information - the Swordbearers lost track of it [notably, they always use the term it, not he or she, for such a beast] near the shipping containers on Devilwood Drive, in the northwestern section of town. It's known to be an independant vampire from New York that was fleeing a decision the Courts made that wasn't in the vampire's favor. No friends. Must be why they delved deep into the temptation to suck someone dry - a prostitute who was leaving their job on Devilwood, known as the town's red light district, to go home for the night. Now she's never going to go anywhere, ever again. As Brian gets in the van and turns it on, he's sent a packet of helpful information by an Order Librarian, evidently having been informed by the scouts that Brian intended to join the hunt. There should be a trail of blackish blood - the vampire doesn't bleed like a normal human, as witnessed by the Swordbearers, so wherever it's holed up to heal it'll probably have a trail of what looks like motor oil coming from it...which has a few implications on where an intelligent predator might choose to blend in.
Brian drives out to Devilwood Drive, parking near the Succubus Club, and then proceeds on foot to the shipping containers, to look for any signs of oil-like blood. He leaves his weapons and body armor in his pack for the time being, but has his pistol, pepper spray, and flashlight in his pockets. He moves slowly, trying to be alert for anything that looks or sounds out of the ordinary, and fires off a text to the other members of the Haven Order to let them know where he is and why, and to send help if he doesn't check in within two hours.
As Brian stalks through the old shipping yard, there's leaks of all kinds - from forklifts, from vehicles...unfortunately he isn't able to pick out blood from oil before it's almost too late. He hears a faint thwipping noise behind him, like someone throwing something - and then instinct causes Brian to know that he should dive to the side, a knife sailing through the air from the darkness of a nearby crate towards Brian
Brian rolls to the side, the knife passing closer than he'd have liked, and comes up pulling his backup pistol from his pocket. Holding the Glock in a two-handed grip in front of him, aimed at the crate the knife came from, he calls out, "I am a representative of the Order. Stand down, and come along peacefully, or I'll have no choice but to drop you." He waits, looking past the sights to the backdrop for any movement.
The knife pauses in midair, vibrating intensely, and then zips back into the shadows. It seems this particular vampire, like many, has developed keen telekinesis, a skill it attempts to display as a barrage of three more lance out from the shadows, attempting to stab Brian in various places. Sanctuary seems to prevent them from aiming at vital points, but certainly a bad wound would cripple Brian and permit it to escape from the den it had made for itself in the shadows.
Brian ducks behind a crate, and pulls his vest out of his pack, slipping it over his head and securing it with the velcro straps. "Okay, so we do this the hard way." He slips the Glock 26 back into his pocket, and gets his rifle from his pack. He brass-checks the rifle, then flips the safety switch to single shot, and leans around the edge of his crate, taking aim into the shadows where the knives came from. "Last warning! Come out now, with your hands where I can see them, or I open fire!" he yells.
Two of the knives lodge themselves into the crate Brian's hiding against with a dull, wooden THUNK, the third stabbing against Brian's vest as Brian pulls it on in the nick of time. It's painful, but doesn't seem to have penetrated. A feral hiss emanates from the shadows of the metal shipping container.
Brian swears as the knife hits him. He immediately snaps off two shots, one slightly low, the other a little higher, into the shadows where the hiss and the knives came from. After waiting a moment, he fires a third time, then yells, "Come out, now!"
Brian is rewarded with the next object flying at him revealed to be a severed metal pipe, sharpened at the end. The crate is punctured, revealing it to contain some kind of bead-filled, furry toy en-masse, the spilled out globes causing a terribly slippery situation in the shipping yard should Brian deign to approach into the crate. Of course, he could just continue shooting vampire-in-a-box until he eventually caught the damn thing with a stray shell, but beyond the unearthly loud clamor of bullets hitting steel, it doesn't seem like he's hit anything yet.
Brian takes out his flashlight, thumbs it on, and snaps it into the plastic clip on the barrel of his rifle. Moving carefully, he steps out, his rifle trained ahead, as he sweeps the beam of the flashlight into the shadows. Trigger discipline has been drilled into him, so his finger rests on the guard, but he's prepared to fire if need be.
Thanks to Brian's dexterity, he manages to avoid eating shit, carefully picking his way through the spilled tiny marbles on the ground as he makes his way towards the shipping container. The light reveals a horrific sight - a pale, monstrous vampire, teeth bared, clad in nothing but rags considering the force of what looks like a cannonball having been shot directly through the beast's right-ish torso. It is almost certain that if Brian shone that light in at an angle, Brian could see the thing's heart. Its brow is furrowed in concentration, having torn a piece of metal from the very wall of the container, prepared to launch it telekinetically at Brian in a last stand.
Brian did his best. He tried. But he was done risking his life to try to resolve this peacefully. He shoulders his rifle and executes a Mozambique, two rounds to the center of mass, one to the head. The rifle bucks three times in quick succession, then Brian resets for follow-up, if necessary.
Brian's trained reflexes fail him in this situation - one round goes right through the gaping hole in the center of the vampire's mass, the other skims the left side of the injury, but the headshot slams the vampire's noggin back into the steel of the container - just as the steel floating in midair heads directly for the center of Brian's mass. There's not much room to dodge in here, and something that jagged will probably shred through the vest.
Brian does his best to control where the metal hits, turning in an effort to have it hopefully deflect off his armor and getting his rifle in the way, too. "Shit!" he yells out, but he's resigned. If he's injured as a result of taking down a vampire, well, it's worth it and that's what he signed up for. He waits for his fate.
Brian domes the vampire, the exsanguinator falling still and silent, but takes a nasty, jagged shard to the chest, which will probably leave a scar as it heals. Seems Haven's safe...for tonight, at least.
As Brian cautiously maneuvers through the dimly lit, dangerous terrain, his hunter's instincts are put to the test. The vampire, utilizing sharp telekinetic abilities, launches a violent assault, turning what would seem like a straightforward mission into a treacherous battle for survival. Despite the peril, Brian's resolve only strengthens. He deftly avoids the vampire's attempts to cripple him, fighting back with his own mix of strategy and firepower. The confrontation reaches a fever pitch as Brian, through a mix of tactical acumen and sheer force of will, manages to land the final, fatal shots, eliminating the deadly predator but not without sustaining a grievous wound himself. In a dramatic conclusion, Brian's actions safeguard the town of Haven for another night, though they leave him bearing the marks of the harrowing encounter—a testament to his bravery and the ever-present danger lurking within the city's shadows.
(Brian's odd encounter(SRFayad):SRFayad)
[Sun Oct 13 2024]
In a cozy bedroom
This small but comfortably appointed room has a lot of open space, giving it the feel of being bigger than it really is. Three of the walls are painted an off-white, about the color of an eggshell, while the fourth serves as an accent wall in sage green. Soft lighting is provided by a small desk lamp, with the ceiling light usually turned off.
It is dusk, about 60F(15C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey stormclouds.
(Your target and their allies are charged with tracking down a supernatural criminal on the run from the factions, what they do with them then is up to the players to decide.
)
Brian sits within his bedroom, dozing thanks to his industrious decision to catch up on all his school work, but unfortunately today wouldn't be as much of a day off as he'd hoped. He gets a notification from an Order scout - not targetted at him directly, but to all of the Order currently near Brian's address in Haven - that an exsanguinator had escaped into the streets from a squadron of Order Swordbearers and that if they could get the vampire taken down now, they would manage to take a great danger away from the people of Haven. Unique amongst most creatures that stalk these streets, vampires are, in fact, capable of breaking Sanctuary - their origins lost to time, the undead monsters are able to capitalize on their place in the food chain to literally drain people dry. To the Order, this is a serious crime - and as one of the participants in crafting the spell of Sanctuary to begin with, the Order ensured that any vampire that exsanguinated someone within Haven's borders would not have the protection of the spell again for quite some time. He's given a basic physical description - dark hair, pale skin, a bit tall, very archetypical honestly of a vampire, and the knowledge that it'd been given a grievous, sucking chest wound before going to ground. Such a critical injury was nothing to a vampire that fed on that kind of power, but it might just be enough to give Brian the edge should he decide to try and find it to finish off the monster. The question was, would Brian bother?
Brian is just contemplating an early dinner when his phone buzzes. Checking the screen, he sees the message from the Order. A vampire on the loose? Not good. He grabs his pack from the stash and slings it over his shoulders, then fires off a return message asking for any additional information... known associates, known hangouts or addresses, and so on. While he waits for a reply, he checks his weapons and armor to make sure everything is ready, then heads out to his van.
Coming through for Brian, the scouts eagerly send over the requested information - the Swordbearers lost track of it [notably, they always use the term it, not he or she, for such a beast] near the shipping containers on Devilwood Drive, in the northwestern section of town. It's known to be an independant vampire from New York that was fleeing a decision the Courts made that wasn't in the vampire's favor. No friends. Must be why they delved deep into the temptation to suck someone dry - a prostitute who was leaving their job on Devilwood, known as the town's red light district, to go home for the night. Now she's never going to go anywhere, ever again. As Brian gets in the van and turns it on, he's sent a packet of helpful information by an Order Librarian, evidently having been informed by the scouts that Brian intended to join the hunt. There should be a trail of blackish blood - the vampire doesn't bleed like a normal human, as witnessed by the Swordbearers, so wherever it's holed up to heal it'll probably have a trail of what looks like motor oil coming from it...which has a few implications on where an intelligent predator might choose to blend in.
Brian drives out to Devilwood Drive, parking near the Succubus Club, and then proceeds on foot to the shipping containers, to look for any signs of oil-like blood. He leaves his weapons and body armor in his pack for the time being, but has his pistol, pepper spray, and flashlight in his pockets. He moves slowly, trying to be alert for anything that looks or sounds out of the ordinary, and fires off a text to the other members of the Haven Order to let them know where he is and why, and to send help if he doesn't check in within two hours.
As Brian stalks through the old shipping yard, there's leaks of all kinds - from forklifts, from vehicles...unfortunately he isn't able to pick out blood from oil before it's almost too late. He hears a faint thwipping noise behind him, like someone throwing something - and then instinct causes Brian to know that he should dive to the side, a knife sailing through the air from the darkness of a nearby crate towards Brian
Brian rolls to the side, the knife passing closer than he'd have liked, and comes up pulling his backup pistol from his pocket. Holding the Glock in a two-handed grip in front of him, aimed at the crate the knife came from, he calls out, "I am a representative of the Order. Stand down, and come along peacefully, or I'll have no choice but to drop you." He waits, looking past the sights to the backdrop for any movement.
The knife pauses in midair, vibrating intensely, and then zips back into the shadows. It seems this particular vampire, like many, has developed keen telekinesis, a skill it attempts to display as a barrage of three more lance out from the shadows, attempting to stab Brian in various places. Sanctuary seems to prevent them from aiming at vital points, but certainly a bad wound would cripple Brian and permit it to escape from the den it had made for itself in the shadows.
Brian ducks behind a crate, and pulls his vest out of his pack, slipping it over his head and securing it with the velcro straps. "Okay, so we do this the hard way." He slips the Glock 26 back into his pocket, and gets his rifle from his pack. He brass-checks the rifle, then flips the safety switch to single shot, and leans around the edge of his crate, taking aim into the shadows where the knives came from. "Last warning! Come out now, with your hands where I can see them, or I open fire!" he yells.
Two of the knives lodge themselves into the crate Brian's hiding against with a dull, wooden THUNK, the third stabbing against Brian's vest as Brian pulls it on in the nick of time. It's painful, but doesn't seem to have penetrated. A feral hiss emanates from the shadows of the metal shipping container.
Brian swears as the knife hits him. He immediately snaps off two shots, one slightly low, the other a little higher, into the shadows where the hiss and the knives came from. After waiting a moment, he fires a third time, then yells, "Come out, now!"
Brian is rewarded with the next object flying at him revealed to be a severed metal pipe, sharpened at the end. The crate is punctured, revealing it to contain some kind of bead-filled, furry toy en-masse, the spilled out globes causing a terribly slippery situation in the shipping yard should Brian deign to approach into the crate. Of course, he could just continue shooting vampire-in-a-box until he eventually caught the damn thing with a stray shell, but beyond the unearthly loud clamor of bullets hitting steel, it doesn't seem like he's hit anything yet.
Brian takes out his flashlight, thumbs it on, and snaps it into the plastic clip on the barrel of his rifle. Moving carefully, he steps out, his rifle trained ahead, as he sweeps the beam of the flashlight into the shadows. Trigger discipline has been drilled into him, so his finger rests on the guard, but he's prepared to fire if need be.
Thanks to Brian's dexterity, he manages to avoid eating shit, carefully picking his way through the spilled tiny marbles on the ground as he makes his way towards the shipping container. The light reveals a horrific sight - a pale, monstrous vampire, teeth bared, clad in nothing but rags considering the force of what looks like a cannonball having been shot directly through the beast's right-ish torso. It is almost certain that if Brian shone that light in at an angle, Brian could see the thing's heart. Its brow is furrowed in concentration, having torn a piece of metal from the very wall of the container, prepared to launch it telekinetically at Brian in a last stand.
Brian did his best. He tried. But he was done risking his life to try to resolve this peacefully. He shoulders his rifle and executes a Mozambique, two rounds to the center of mass, one to the head. The rifle bucks three times in quick succession, then Brian resets for follow-up, if necessary.
Brian's trained reflexes fail him in this situation - one round goes right through the gaping hole in the center of the vampire's mass, the other skims the left side of the injury, but the headshot slams the vampire's noggin back into the steel of the container - just as the steel floating in midair heads directly for the center of Brian's mass. There's not much room to dodge in here, and something that jagged will probably shred through the vest.
Brian does his best to control where the metal hits, turning in an effort to have it hopefully deflect off his armor and getting his rifle in the way, too. "Shit!" he yells out, but he's resigned. If he's injured as a result of taking down a vampire, well, it's worth it and that's what he signed up for. He waits for his fate.
Brian domes the vampire, the exsanguinator falling still and silent, but takes a nasty, jagged shard to the chest, which will probably leave a scar as it heals. Seems Haven's safe...for tonight, at least.