Gameplay 1c - Blood of Dracul

In Hamburg, you met Vic Samba, an Spaniard who escaped involuntary servitude. During the celebrations from the big rat hunt, you ended up talking and found you shared the same dreams from the spirit N'Longa. You agreed to travel together in search of these rising evils the spirit foretold.

Transylvania

Tired after a long day’s travel, you come across a small inn, the Black Moon, as the sun begins to set over the distant mountain peaks.

The innkeeper is a strange fellow, young but with an air of the elderly, his eyes like still pools, reflecting light yet showing no signs of awareness about his surroundings. His speech is mechanical and monotonous, performed without any inflection or interest. He serves you, organizes your rooms, but makes no attempt at small talk, not even asking the heroes if their journey was good.

You're sitting at the inn, eating your meal and sipping your beverages.

"While I'm mostly certain there was no lobotomy to the innkeeper he is a strange one..." Ataan announces checking the food and drink for possible poison. His hand reached for Bichura's head scratching behind his ear while he inspects the dinner for possible ulterior motives.

Please just be normal food and not try to drug and eat us... Actually is it ethical to not let Bichura get a taste for human flesh though... what about wolf? he muses inwardly with darker thoughts.

Vic, a fairly large well-built ebony man is trying to come to terms with having company. Having been alone and drifting for a while it is both encouraging and intimidating to have found those which share such strange commonalities. Maybe there is hope here...

Hearing his new companion speak up, Vic turns and attempts to speak clearly, "This food. Ok to eat?" His speech is a bit broken having both African and Spanish dialects mixed together.

He never thought much about being killed by food, but his companion certainly seemed smart to him.

His stomach growls at the sight of potential sustenance.

I'll wager there's a story there but damned if I know what it is. And those eyes. Don't know what to make of 'em, but it this point I'll settle for a bath and some good sleep in a real bed.

Your meal passes slowly, a simple repast of a somewhat spicy stew and bread. The innkeeper goes about his tasks woodenly. As the evening lingers two gorgeous women emerge from the back. They are dressed outrageously, a deep cut collar revealing much of what usually remains hidden, their tight fitting dresses hinting at youthful beauty beneath. They look about the inn and see you as the only guests. They come forward to your table.

"I am Karla, this is my sister Olga. The Black Moon is our inn." She touches a hand to the bare skin below her neck.

Olga steps behind Gerald, leaning forward giving Vic a wanton view, her dark eyes blinking langourously. Her breath tickles Gerald's ear. "Our father left it to us. We are all alone, with few travelers. Will you keep us company?"

Gerald's mouth drops in surprise and a small piece of meat drops out of it. Embarrassed he tries to spit out some words through the remaining food in his mouth. I...uh...I was just musin' to myself that I ...uh... need to get some sleep. But ...sure I could keep you company for another beer. Then I really need to get some shut-eye. I haven't had any decent rest in weeks.

Vic looks over at Gerald and certainly notices the women. He ponders for a moment, pauses, looks at the women, back to Gerald and over to Ataan, and then continues eating as the hunger he was feeling overshadows any lustful motive he may have had.

I hope this food won't kill me...I'm so hungry.

Olga gasps. "Oh, vunderful," she says, sitting in Gerald's lap, them squeaking at Karla as if surprised by something she sat on.

Olga whispers in Ataan's ear, "The nights are cold, will you keep me warm by the fire?"

Gerald and Ataan should make Spirit checks for reasons. Vic can roll Notice.

"If you suffer from anemia just get more iron in your diet, leafy vegetables." Ataan mutters slightly annoyed by the clingy woman.

Well actually Olga I really need to get some rest ....

Ataan nearly succumbs to Karla's wanton desire. She pulls him from the table toward the fire, but he remains in control.

Similarly, Gerald ends in a battle, Olga's lips meet his, her breasts pushed against him as she tries to claim him as her own. Gerald moans but holds into his will by the thinnest shave.

Vic....

Vic jumps up from the table knocking the remainder of his meager meal onto the floor and as it is crashing on the ground he rests his hand on his dagger.

Looking at the women he shouts, "Monsters!" in a very accusing manner.

Addressing his companions the best he can with his broken afro-Spanish dialect speech he says, "They want more from you...more than you want to give them."

He pauses as if waiting for some sort of affirmation from his companions...

"If this was being done by a man to a woman he'd be backhanded for being overbearing... Fortunately you're not a Lady so I don't feel bad. Bichura. Hunt." Ataan states moving to his waist for his weapon.

At Vic's outburst, the innkeeper ducks behind the bar for a weapon.

Action Time!

Order:
Karla (On Ataan)
Gerald
Olga (On Gerald)
Innkeeper
Ataan
Vic

Note: I don't think any of you have Edges that affect Initiative, but if you do, let me know.

Karla hisses, fangs protruding from her mouth, hands yielding to claws. She slashes at Ataan wickedly. But he is just out of reach.

Gerald is up.

You're right about that Ataan! Gerald shouts as he attempts to smack the vampire in the head.

I knew there was something off about those two.

Parry is 5, so that's a hit with a raise. Roll damage.

Damage from fists is straight strength. The raise from the hit gives a bonus 1d6. Total is 7+4=11. Toughness his 9, so Olga is Shaken.

Olga overcomes the Shaken condition.

She attempts to grab Gerald, gangs poised to strike.

Gerald is grappled, and with the raise, also Shaken.

The innkeeper grabs a sword, but he's behind the bar.