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VTM Story

 VTM Story Write Up. Prelude Chapter for Ongoing Campaign Alex Cough woke up on the concrete floor of the apartment sized storage  locker that he used as a haven. Alex was a pale faced tall man that looked to be in his mid 20s. By all accounts he looked like a loser...because by all accounts he was one. Both as a human and what followed after he had turned.  He woke up ravenously hungry, and nearly delirious. In a blind panic he looked around, searching to make sure that his ghouls had delivered his prey for the evening.  The voice in the back of his mind was loud and angry like it always was when it wasn't actively suppressed. "Your boys screwed up. They couldn't get the dogs or the animal tranquilizer for you tonight. Now you've got no choice but to let me take over and start acting like a proper lick."  For a moment he believed it as he stood up and looked around and sheer panic began to take over. But a moment later that started to subside when he saw three ...

Hunter Story Part 2

 Father Marcus stood before Father Pavon, standing in the halls of the National Cathedral and gave an accounting of his latest hunt. He spoke slowly and rigidly, and kept his face bowed down in supposed reverence. A typist, sitting near the massive church organ, recorded the conversation via an ancient typewriter: Pavon: I know we've been through this a few times now. But I need you to start at the beginning of the third day of the hunt.   Marcus: As you wish Monsignior. After we regrouped at Ballston's safehouse we met up with the hunter named Finn, and of of his accociate hunters, a former Pentex Security contractor by the name of Uba.  Pavon: What happened to Adam, the suspected sorcerer? Marcus: [Hesitation noted] He didn't show up. The same as the other one...Otto. It's not uncommon for hunters to not respond to a call to muster. They all have their day jobs afterall. That...and the recent law enforcement attention. Adam's safehouse was raided by the police jus...

Hunter Short Story

 Based on a real game of Hunter the Reckoning with good friends on Discord! If you are down for this, we’re meeting at this address tonight. 6:00 PM. If you don’t show, I’ll assume you are out. That was the text Otto received while he was on his lunch break, working on a home remodeling project for some rich jerk that had more money than brains. Otto tensed up when he saw. This was it…a real invite to join a hunt with other people of the same mindset. People that wanted revenge as much as he did. At least, that’s what he assumed. After he got off from work, Otto  immediately drove to the address his contact had told him about. It was a rundown townhome. The grass was overgrown and moss and rust were creeping up along the aluminum siding. For a moment Otto hesitated. He thought about turning back but then he pushed the thought aside and knocked on the door. Adam, the guy who had invited him to this place opened the door. Adam was a tall guy, with a rough half shaven face, glass...

Necron Tomb Battle

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Manufactorum

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Tomb of the Necron

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Minerva City

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