Roach has always been solitary. Ever since his embrace he always figured the others in the hovel simply pitied him. He prefered his own company...

This is Roaches place. One of the lowest levels of the sewer where the water pools deep and dark. The chamber is big, with rusted catwalks along the walls. Roach prefers to move along the walls themselves, like some sort of spider...

The pool is full of leeches Roach has been feeding and experimenting with. They have all tripled in size, he is almost ready to reveal them to the others. His first real contribution to the defense of the Hovel.

He hopes Grey will be proud. He needs Grey to be proud after he failed at the Casino...

Tonight Roach brought a bag with little fishtanks in it. He plans to move some of his leeches to other pools to set as traps...

As the vehicle comes to its final stop, I hear the engagement of the parking-break which signifies we have arrived at our destination. As we await the two knocks in quick succession on the side of the van signaling the ‘all clear’ I look to the faces of my Packmates, they are eager, most notably Dust and Enoch, having been holed-up for too long without stimulation. I have the utmost confidence that they will be intently focused when it is needed, but now their excitation is nearly palpable. I can almost feel it myself.

Sawney gives the signal and we file out, moving quickly down the alleyway to the man-hole located at it’s terminus. As Sawney pries the lid free I speak to The Eye of the Storm.

“You all know the drill, as soon as we breech, it’s black-ops. No noise, no tracks. I will take point, Enoch will flank me, Acid and Dust will cover the catwalks, Sawney will provide cover-fire, if needed.”

They are all keenly aware of the plan, we have discussed it at great length and under the guise of a sewage-worker, Sawney has seen to it that the map we received from that filthy little creature was accurate, right down to the locations of the traps while we slumbered. My little speech only serves to set the mood.

As I look to their faces, Dust gives a mischievous little grin and a nod, indicating something behind me, I follow her eyes to find what they were following. Snatching the serendipitous find from the wall, I extend an open hand containing the fat-bodied, long-legged arachnid to Enoch. “Will this suit your purposes brother?” It is a fitting sacrament. As much a necessity as it is symbolic of what we are about to do.

 As we are standing there outside the van, I realize how mechanized we are. We are a machine, everyone has their place and position. Acid can inspire and guide our pack toward Gehenna. Pathos will lead us into Gehenna, what he lacks in words he makes up for in action. He is our Ductis, with him leading I would follow anywhere. I snatch the arachnid from his offered hand and quickly swallow it.

One thing about dying I have noticed, one stops making any saliva and I feel it crawl down my trachea. I intone a rote prayer to Mars in Latin and begin to feel the arcane magic begin to work upon my body.

I nod, it is finished, nothing more need be said. Tonight killing is my business, and business is good..

Ah's justa standin' here grinnin' like a possum peekin' over a log at a rotten persimmon, waitin' fer th' others ta pile on in thar so's we can git this shindig started. Even if'n Ah don't git a piece'a th' action, Ah still gits ta look. That raht thar is enough ta knock mah dick-strings up inna mah watch-pokkit.  

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I run a cold tongue along pale lips as I watch Enoch swallow the fat little spider. I've always envied his gifts but doubt id have the attentionspan of willpower to learn them.

No, id much prefer to tempt and corrupt. Damnation and pain are my games. My pupils suddenly dialate as I forcus my senses to a predatory and supernatural degree.

I nod to the ductus that I am ready...

 "Everyone is ready, we shall be quick, silent, and deadly. Lead on Ductis," I say, my probiscus writhing in anticipation. I follow as everyone descends into the bowels of this wretched city.

Once we are in and Sawney has resealed the man-hole, we fall into formation, following the map. I myself must reference it occasionally, though I have looked upon it many times. Acid, however, memorized it with a glance. Until we make our final approach, Enoch will faithfully mimic my steps while Dust will mirror those of Acid, and Sawney hers. Relying purely on the sign-language we all know for communication, we make our way quickly and quietly around any obstacles. We are calm. We are silent. We are the Eye of the Storm.

I had my concerns about bringing Sawney along at all, normally he is not permitted to join us on our outings, but for one of his caste to be trusted not to lose his grip on the Beast, especially when confronting those responsible for the loss of his brother is akin to expecting the sun not to rise. Though he is not a true member of the Pack, he is useful, and now that we are down a member, it is in our best interest to replace Grifter with one who already understands how we operate. So when we were dealing with our mole, this was the blood-price I asked. A brother for a brother.

I eventually convinced the others that Sawney should come, Acid and Dust were understandably more reluctant even than myself, but eventually they saw the logic in it. His being here now is a test, though he does not know it. One of many. There is no gradient, it is pass or fail. Some might say that allowing him to take a test-run through here before us is an unfair advantage in his favor, that I am nurturing his weakness. I say that it ensures he has no excuse for failure. However, the terrain is not the test, it is working flawlessly as part of the machine, it is the confrontation of his hatred.

 I am following Pathos, I am in my element.

The sewers are a labyrinth of connections, dead ends, and avoided traps. Surely they are unaware, otherwise Sawney would have never returned from his scouting mission earlier. We speak in a hand code that I learned, it is necessary for a pack to communicate unseen. It has become a dialect all its own.

Whomever would choose to dwell within these conditions by choice is truly cursed. Acid was correct, They should be the first to be killed.

 Pathos signals that we are drawing near, Mars grant me strength...

(Ill need some dexterity and stealth rolls (Diff:6) from everyone please, Bothes can be nasty down here.)

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2008-06-02 16:46:36 Dust rolls 5 dice to Sneaking like a bitch (used willpower) 6,10,3,9,1 (3 successes)

Fourth in line I am silent, my boots falls exactly where Acids feet where, as well as Enoch and Pathos' before him. I walk crouched low even if the cieling is tall enough for my shorter stature, eyes up and scanning, ears dialed in to the slightest noise...  

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2008-06-02 16:55:24Enoch rolls 4 dice to Sneaking (used willpower) 8,6,1,4 (2 successes)

Second in line and still following, I am a legionnaire and shall not fail

Point-man, steps methodical. I bring silent Death.

2008-06-02 17:03:46 Pathos rolls 11 dice to Dex+Stealth 7,9,5,6,6, 5,6,4,9,3, 1 (5 successes)

I am certainly not adapted for this, gods do not muck about this Shit, I must adapt. It is my way.

2008-06-02 17:04:32Acid rolls 3 dice to Sneaking (used willpower) 2,9,4 (2 successes)

Hayull, Ah hunt folk all day long.

2008-06-02 17:24:08 Sawney rolls 5 dice to Dex+Stealth (used willpower) 6,7,8,3,5 (4 successes)  

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Wonderful, the Dice love the Sabbat.

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The pack will enter the chamber behind Roach without a sound. He is on one of the sloped walls dangling his arm over the dark pool. A group of the huge leeches can be seen swimming below him as little drips of his blood fall into the water.

He is oblivious to death creeping up behind him. The low road could walk right to him, and the catwalk would pass a mere two feet above his head. The chamber has only two exits, one is the way the pack came, the other is down a steep tunnel full of much and water that goes god knows where...

I give the signal for the pack to fan out and take their positions just before disappearing and moving in to take my own, right behind him. As soon as Sawney comes into his view, diverting his attention, I spring, inhuman speed driving well-placed blows, but no claws. Not this time.


2008-06-02 18:15:03 Pathos rolls 11 dice to Dex+Brawl 5,7,4,7,9, 9,7,7,10,9, 1,6 (8 successes)
2008-06-02 18:15:20 Pathos rolls 11 dice to Dex+Brawl 6,2,1,1,8, 7,3,2,7,9, 8 (4 successes)
2008-06-02 18:16:41 Pathos rolls 11 dice to Dex+Brawl 1,1,6,1,10, 6,1,1,9,2, 5,5 (failure)
2008-06-02 18:17:41 Pathos rolls 6 dice to Str+Successes (Dam) 6,9,7,3,10, 3,2 (4 successes)
2008-06-02 18:17:21 Pathos rolls 10 dice to Str+Successes (Dam) 4,7,2,4,8, 9,10,4,1,1, 9 (3 successes)

[7 total, bashing, reduced to 3? Rounded down right? I also forgot to add the extra dice for surprise, but didn't want to redo the roll]  

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I come rolling in as Pathos delivers his blows, lightening fast intent upon this worm.

2008-06-02 18:23:17Enoch rolls 7 dice to Str+Successes(Dam) 10,7,4,3,9, 5,5 (3 successes+ 1 Potence)
2008-06-02 18:22:50Enoch rolls 9 dice to Str+Successes(Dam) 4,6,3,7,1, 1,3,5,1 (failure + 1 Potence)
2008-06-02 18:21:54Enoch rolls 8 dice to Dex + Brawl 8,9,3,3,3, 7,1,10,10,7 (5 successes)
2008-06-02 18:21:44Enoch rolls 8 dice to Dex + Brawl 2,8,8,6,5, 10,10,10,5,4, 4 (6 successes)

[5 Total, Bashing, reduced to 2], The first must have been a glancing blow on the slimy little creature  

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2008-06-02 18:35:34 Radiation rolls 2 dice to Roach Soak 2,2 (failure)
2008-06-02 18:35:38 Radiation rolls 2 dice to Roach Soak 6,3 (1 success)

So Roach takes 4 levels of damage.
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Caught by suprise and battered from all sides Roach only yells and tries to jump away from his assailants.

2008-06-02 18:40:58 Radiation rolls 2 dice to Roach jump (str+ath) (used willpower) 3,5 (1 success)

Not to the roof but he does jump to the wall, his hands and feet sticking like a spider, unfortunately for him both Acid and Dust will have a good opportunity to kick or tackle him from the catwalks...

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OOC: I figure hes at about head level, so Pathos and Enoch could still swing up, if so inclined.  

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2008-06-02 18:45:58 Dust rolls 7 dice to tackle Roach from above (Diff 7) 8,9,3,10,1, 6,4 (2 successes)
2008-06-02 18:46:53 Dust rolls 5 dice to tackle dmg w correct diff 10,6,5,1,4 (1 success)

AND for tackle check:

2008-06-02 18:47:40 Dust rolls 5 dice to dex and ath (Diff 7) 3,1,2,2,8 (failure)
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When the little fuck clings to the wall i jump, a reckless and dicey move off the catwalk but i slam into the little bastard and latch on, hopefully taking him to the ground with me where the others can curb stomp his fangs out.

 As Dust grabs him I will try and kick him to jar him loose

2008-06-02 18:52:32Acid rolls 6 dice to Kick (Dex+Brawl) (Diff 7) 5,7,6,6,1, 6 (failure)

Missing him entirely