Into the Mist: Chapter 1, Scene 1

December 15, 2009 1 comment

So, here’s what happened in the first session of Into the Mists:

Mikhail moved in, and went to the hospital to see what life would be like their. The Hospital being understaffed, he found out that along with his specialty practice, he’d be playing the role of Regular Doctor as well. this suited him just fine.

The night before, Day and Rowan had moved in, and finding themselves neighbors, went out for a late dinner. They noticed something strange about the fog. No matter where they were, they seemed to be in the center of a crowed. No one ever touched them, or spoke to them, but in the fog they could se figures, and some times distorted faces. They got to Denny’s just as it closed and got their meals to go. The waitress was not happy.

Returning home, Rowan found her food particularly soggy.  She also found a set of keys stabbed into her bathroom wall. Nine old iron keys, covered in crusted over, what she could only imagine was blood.

Anyway, the next morning, Day and Mikhail met, and exchanged hurried hellos. Mikhail went to bed, Day went to go get a job at the bank, in which she was successful. Rowan went to the army base and found out that the shooting range was only available to her on Sundays. She went back home and picked at the walls of her apartment, breaking a hole in one and finding an ornate wooden box with a five number lock on the front. She spent the rest of her day trying to figure out the code, and failed.

Later that night, Day and Rowan went clubbing. Day was trippin’ balls, and rowan wanted nothing to do with anyway, so she went and sulked in a hallway. She found the room in which sex was had and, across the way and downstairs, a locked wooden door. She tried one of the keys, but it did not work.

Day and Rowan went home. Mikail went to work the night shift. AND ALMOST SHIT HIS PANTS. While searching fro fresh linin on the secound floor of the hospital, Mikhail found himself glued to the spot in a hallway only lit by emergency lights. He could see the lights at the end of the hallway working fine though. And he could not move. A figure began to come towards him, and he could see in the lights that it was an old man, supported by only the machines he was plugged into. as the man got closer, he could see that the his mouth had open an obscene amount, and that the man’s face was not one, but many, stiched together. The man let out a scream, and the lights turned on, and Mikhail found himself next to the closet he had been looking for. he continued on his shift as if nothing had happened, but made sure to send orderlies to the 2nd floor, instead of himself.

The next day! Day had her first shift at New Robin, and noticed a strange buzzing sound. After work she hung out with the other tellers at a coffee shop, then began to wander around main street, asking people about the fog.  She bumps into Mikhail as he has his post shift tea/coffee and they continue gallivanting. They question a phycic, who after telling Day she’ll meet great love in her life, pulls a Professor Trelawney and goes all stiff, saying “The Fog, They want to be reborn. They are coming. The Fog.” Day and Mikhail book it.

Meanwhile Rowan takes her box to a locksmith to try and get it open, but even they have trouble. Rowan gives in one last try before breaking the wooden box open, and she manages to unlock it. Inside are a list of nine names, one coinciding with the name of a young girl to go missing recently in the fog. She does some investigating and find out that these names are the names of girls who went missing 15 years ago. She manages to make a list and contact all the people in the phone book with the same last names as the missing girls, and finds that this exact list has been recreated by relatives of the missing girls, each family naming a daughter after a relative who went missing. This alarms Rowan, and she goes to talk to the parents of the missing girl, Rachel O’Dae. On the way, Rowan find out that another girl on the list of missing girls from15 years ago has gone missing: Celie Evans. When Rowan speaks to Mrs O’Dae, she is cooperative. Mr. O’Dae however is not, and leaves Rowan frustraited, so she goes home.

Laura and Amanda move in next to Rowan. Rowan makes small talk with Lauren and manages to find out that Amanda’s last name is Sanders. One of the names on her list.  She informs both of them of this.

And that’s where we left off!

-Michael

Into the Mists: Dramatis Personae.

December 15, 2009 Leave a comment

We are using NWoD for this game.

Truntsville, South Dakota. A lovely place to live if you like fog, flat lands, and Stepford Smiliers. With a population slightly larger than 42,000 the city does very well at pretending to be a thriving metropolis.  equipped with it’s own hospital, community college, small army base and a brand new bank, people are very, very happy here. People don’t even mind the fog.

Here’s the deal on the fog. Every night at 8pm it rolls in. It sits in the city, thick, wet, and creepy. Then at 8am the next day it rolls out. It’s been like this everyday for the last ten years. no one knows why. People have looked, but haven’t found a thing. They just live with it.

There is also a bank in this town. fairly new, and has already managed to go national. the HQ sits dead center of downtown Truntsville, and is generally pretty. Inside is all ultramodern interior and happy pop music. Kids from Truntsville Community college come and do their homework there. And the bank lets them. As a matter of fact, New Robin Bank and Loans even allowed a Starbucks to call the lobby home. Isn’t that nice? I think so.

Now onto the meat! Let us meet our players (god rest their souls)

Aldaday Agg: “Day,” As anyone who wants their tongue to remain in their mouth calls her, is an ex-stripper turned investigative journalist with a heart of gold and a brain of mush. Here to figure out why New Robin Bank and Loans became so popular so quickly, she can often be found on the dance floor of the clubs down on dock street. Day’s hobbies include E, GHB, Vitamin K, and most of the other letters of the alphabet.Currently she is employed at the very bank she is supposed to be investigating.

Rowan: Coming from a good home with happy, supportive parents (and probably a white picket fence,) Rowan did what every little girl would do. She rebelled. She learned every martial arts she could, then moved onto more man made weapons. She also married into the Army, and works as a bodyguard. Well, worked. She’s looking for work at the moment. She seems to have some sort of sixth sense as well, but it comes and goes. Her Hobbies include going to the firing range to shoot guns, going to the gun shop to get leered at by a man who sells guns, and going home. Probably to play with her guns.

Mikhail: He wears his sunglasses at night so he can, so he can, get some privacy. Recently moved from the east coast, Mikhail is at the forefront of field. He cures cancer. With LASER BEAMS. or at least he cuts it out. He’s Russian, obviously, and rather dislikes the attention that his position has given him. his hobbies include: “Accidentally” bumping into Day in coffee shops and stairwells. Also shaving his beard.

Laura: What can we say about Laura? She’s cute and cuddly in the same way that a mama bear is right after you run  her cub over with your lawnmower. Short and kind of squat, Laura moved to Truntsville to that her third cousin Amanda Sanders could see her dying Grandfather in the hospital. How touching. Laura recently received custody of Amanda in a court case against Amanda’s cracked out mother. It wasn’t pretty, and Laura still hasn’t figured out how the little girls is coping. Her hobbies are as follows: Having the same demeanor of a bear. Smelling of a bear. Being short. Being grumpy.

Amanda Sanders: A precocious little girl if I’ve ever met one. At 10 she’s already mastered the internet and sarcasm. She’s pretty jaded after growing up in crack den, and she knows she’s lucky to be alive. Amanda is attached at the hip to an old laptop she’s had for as long as she could remember. She is too young for hobbies.

Hayley: Or should we call her DESDEMONA (because she’s a satanist)  is 16, and has only lived in the town for a couple of weeks. And she already hates it here. Probably cause they don’t sell skinny jeans in her size (which is lardass) and the black hair dye isn’t as black as her weeping soul. Growing up in Chicago, and living in Seattle long enough to know what air without pollution tastes like, Hayley had it pretty nice. Then her parents got the job that ruined her life at New Robin Bank and Loan, and she was forced to move to Truntsville and live off of 100 bucks a week allowance. Her hobbies include: cutting (for realz guys!!!11!!) and greasing up her thunder thighs to fit into black skinny jeans.

And there you have it ladies and gents! Our players in this dark, foggy story!

-michael

Welcome to Blogging in Darkness

December 15, 2009 Leave a comment

Welcome to Blogging in Darkness! I’ll be your guide today! No, before you ask, I do have electricity.  And I am using it while I write this.  As a matter of fact, this blog has nothing to do with the state of the lights in my apartment, and everything to do with a well known role playing game produced by White Wolf called  Wold of Darkness. Maybe you’ve heard of it? If you haven’t, keep reading.

World of Darkness is a world much like our own. Every day, people get up at the buttcrack of dawn, scrub themselves bright pink and put on a monkey suit before they drive off into the Great Big Working World. Or they don’t, depending on how their resumé looks. However, in World of Darkness the world is more that meets the eye (much like transformers, only with less Bay-splosions.) The shadows are deeper and darker, urban legends have more than a touch of truth to them, and you always feel like you’re being watched from a distance.

Doesn’t that sound cheery?

I thought so.

So, check back every so often, while I post things that I find helpful as a Storyteller. I’ll also be chronicling  the story of my players.

-Michael

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