Damn thing came out'a nowhere. There I was, scouting out the little biker's treehouse, and all of a sudden it was like the sun just fell out of the sky. It got dark as hell and you could hear the thunder rolling around out in the mountains. When I was high-tailin' it back to the cabin to pick up the pack, it just opened up, started rainin' so hard I damn near couldn't see the road with the wipers on full-blast. I thought I was gonna be late.

I'd've been fubar'd if I was, but I made it. Brought the dead-Edgar down into the cellar with me to be sure the others didn't just rip me apart when they saw my new face, moved the wine-rack and just waited for the dead to rise. 'Course I got mighty hungry all of a sudden, waitin' so damn long, so when the early-bird came crawlin' out with her pretty new shotgun, there I was chewin' on a slice of Edgar.

Anyhow, I ain't meanin' to bore you with the details, I'm just chewin' the fat here. That's a joke son. Fine, fuck you then.

So here we are, back at the leatherboy-treefort, the cabin we left behind ought to still be in flames, 10 gallons of kerosene from a punctured generator will do that to a wooden building, even in this kinda rain. I just left the bodies where they were, the layout seemed Kosher enough, the girls hidin' in the bathroom, and billy-badass down in the basement with the generator. Damn shame to waste all that good food though. A damn shame.

For anyone who wishes to follow along with a map that will put scale to my descrïptions, here you are: http://www.angelfire.com/radiationjunkie/barmap.html

Heavy stormclouds will blot out teh stars and the moon, as if the gods themselves dont wish to see the fate in store for this motorcycle club.

When the pack gets close the sky opens up full force. Heavy, cold, stifling rain falls and cuts visibility as the fog creeps from the warm earth.

The halogen lights near the gas-pumps and over the doors of the clubhouse and the garage will cast the only light on the fenced in area.

The compound is active, with a full row of twenty motorcycles parked under the long shedlike structures to the south, protected from the rain. All the lights are on inside the clubhouse and the occassional raised voice or clamor of laughter sifts through the rain to perceptive ears. The occassional grind of a dying engine can be heard from the garage.

Painted red on all the walls of the garage and easily visible from teh road when they passed thanks to Stevie is the symbol from Hellfire that contains the secret message only Dust will understand.

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While outside all hearing based perception rolls will be at +2 diff due to rain, all sight based perceptions rolls will be at +1 diff due to bad light and rain.  

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I have come to the conclusion that the mountain-man which Sawney is now imitating must have been chromosomally, or at the very least mentally deficient. I did not actually interact much with the original, at least not before Sawney had bashed his head in.

It did take me a while to see how that could be at all useful, but seeing as how he is our liaison to the filthy Kine, it is actually quite clever. Often times, the foolish humans are apt to protect their deformed and useless members. They say things around the inferior which they would not normally reveal to someone which could be construed as a threat.

Acid, on the other hand, does not seem to be impressed. He has said little since first observing Sawney's new persona, and appears to be brooding. I would certainly not stop him from destroying the ghoul if he has detected some inherent flaw in him which I have not. But I would rather not have to go through the process of training yet another servant.

11-28 06:46:00Pathos rolls 8 dice to Perc+Alert (Diff 8) 7,3,6,4,2, 1,1,4 (BOTCH x 2) [[This is actually just a failure, he was trying to scan the parking-lot as they drove in, not listen, and I got the Difficulties confused. His merit cancels one of the 1s, and the other 1 cancels his success.]]

It would seem that we have arrived. I must assume that Sawney has pulled the vehicle up to the fuel-pumps as we discussed beforehand. I can see little through the water-washed windows of this flimsy structure which encloses the bed of the truck , aside from weak halos of artificial light.

Sawney is to go in and inquire about the purchase of gasoline while Dust and Enoch seek out the fallen Pack's contact under the guise of imbibing alcohol and soliciting information from the barkeep. Acid and myself, having considerable difficulties in blending in with the Kine shall occupy ourselves with more clandestine tasks.  

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So I go sauntering in to the local chapter of the Village People, sure that any second now one of these here leatherboys is gonna try to fudge-pack me when I ain't lookin'. When I hit the little truck-stop-counter where you buy gas- or faggoty little fake chrome skulls to put on your semi or chopper- I eyeball the clerk fer a second before askin'.

"Uhh you gotta pay first? Or pump the gas first? 'Cause I don't really know how much gas the tank holds. I just need ta fill 'er up, and I got a couple of cans to fill besides. So if I need to pay first, I don't really know how much to pay, and the missus would be cross with me if I paid too much. But I figure you all ain't too worried about folk drivin' off without paying, seein' as how you got that big-ol fence out there and all."

I get a couple of blinks and a dumbfounded look as an answer.

"So do I need to pay first, or uhhh, get the gas first?"

2008-11-28 09:54:52 Sawney rolls 4 dice to Perc+Alert 4,3,2,8 (1 success)[Scanning inside the building]

2008-11-28 08:12:02 Dust rolls 4 dice to Perception and Alertness (-1 diff, heightened senses, diff:6) 8,2,8,6 (3 successes)

My sharp eyes scan the soggy exterior of place as i exit the van with Enoch. My face is split with a horribly excited smile as we jog through the rain and into the bar behind Sawney.

I will drop my heightened senses once inside the building, so as to not be caught off guard by a loud noise or a flash of light and end up blind or deaf.

'Cmon baby lets get our drink on...'

Ill say to Enoch in a flirty, teasing tone. I will walk right up to the bar, shaking some of the rain from my hair as i give the bartender a few seconds to come over...

The dumbfounded, probably high as a kite clerk is just a young prospect for the motorcycle club who was given the shit job so the real members could do their thing in peace.

'Uh, you can pump first man. You want a hand or somethin?'

He asks in a half-there voice and scratches at the back of his neck under the stiff prospects vest.

The bar is a bigger cash-cow than even the gaspumps. Tonight it is near full of local rednecks who fancy themselves part of this club. The true members are easy to pick out, they all wear matching jackets and have easy to spot tattoos. All in all theres probably a dozen of the bikers, and another dozen, maybe sixteen people here just buying booze and food.

The bar is a massive thing and well stoked with a shifting crew of three tattooed women who pop caps off beer bottles or pour shots for patrons and clubmembers. There are tables scattered about the room- most of which are occupied.

Naturally, when Dust and Enoch enter the bar they will be eyed by half the bikers and a few of the patrons. This bar is well off the beaten path and most of the people here are regulars.

One of the bartenders, a woman in her early 30's will wander over to Dust and Enoch after a few seconds. Leaning on the bar she will address them in a friendly enough to do buisness tone:

'What can i get for ya? Dont think ive seen you two in here before...'

2008-12-03 16:58:53 Radiation rolls 3 dice to per and alert (Diff 7) 2,10,10 (2 successes)

The woman obviously doesnt believe in such things as vampires. But Dust and Enoch are obviously not people shes used to dealing with. Theres just something about them, a sense of wrongness that sets the woman on edge and will flavor her reactions to them...

[I am having considerable difficulty with trying to type out the way that Edgar speaks. But if you could just imagine the Edgar-bug from MiB...]

I can feel my face draw back into the vacant expression of a confounded mouth-breather when the boy asks if he can help before sliding into a nervous smile, and I sez to him:

"Uhhh. Well, I wasn't gonna ask, but I'll probably be out there for an hour, tryin to check the.. fluids. I mean, you put me in front of my tractor and I am a regular grease-monkey, but the missus, well she had to have herself this newfangled 'modern' truck, and I'll be damned if it ain't got a damn computer in it. And with this crazy storm, hell, I might be out there all night."

I glance to the others, trying to gauge the situation, whether we're staying or going and if they want some take-out food. I know I do.

2008-12-03 17:45:28 Sawney rolls 4 dice to Perc+Alert 3,2,9,6 (2 successes) [Check on Dust and Enoch]

 I follow in Dust, taking the place in and spotting her grin. That usually means just one thing and with everything that happened last night tonight is looking to be another memorable evening. I'm dressed in some jeans and a flannel shirt. I look like a college jock, that got high once and decided Nirvana hung the moon. Yeah this should get very interesting quickly.

I put on my tough guy face and look around as if sizing the locals up for staring at my girl before I hear the bartender speak.

"She wants a Lone Star and I'll have some wine, do you have any Merlot? A nice vintage perhaps, I hear 79 was a great year..." knowing full well she has neither.

"We were on vacation from Quebec and got lost in these hills, we were hoping we could find someone that could give us directions. I could pay you..." now if that doesn't sweeten the pot I don't know what else could.

Now to wait and see who takes the bait. I can hear the Red God waking, he knows what is coming...

The prospect, for whatever reason is disarmed by Sawneys country bumpkin speech and general semi-moron looks.

'Im tryin to impress the head mechanic around here anyway and it aint like theres no line lookin for gas tonight.'

The Prospect grabs a raincoat off a hook behind him and pulls it on so he can go out in the storm and assist Sawney.

Enoch and Dust give the bartender some very bad vibes. Especially when they act normal. She displays discomfort by crossing her arms over her chest so tightly she looks like she might pop.

'You really are lost. What you see is what we got, ok?'

The woman backs off a step or two, refusing to make eye contact with either of them. A few of the patrons have taken a big interest in the pair. One of the surly bikers at the bar next to Enoch makes a choking short laugh when he orders wine and mutters something about him being a pretencious city fag.

'How about you just get back in your mini-cooper and drive north til they speak french, eh?'

A smaller man not wearing a biker jacket a seat or two down from Dust calls over to Enoch.

I always attract the juicebags attention. Its mostly unintentional. My general lack of decent clothing is more due to the need to have all the right tatoos showing than any want for attention. For skin-messages to make sense, they have to be showing.

'How about you give us some directions and i wont cut your fucking teeth out old man.'

2008-12-14 16:34:48 Dust rolls 5 dice to Manip and Intimidate 2,4,3,10,8 (2 successes)

Most people dont expect me to sound as threatening as i do. I dont exactly have a sweet voice when it comes to dealing with juicebags. I narrow my eyes on the man and lean back against Enoch, the tip of my middle finger making little circles on the hilt of a long hunting knife hanging from my belt that i recovered from that little shack in the mountains.

 "I would do what she says, I have seen her do it and it is not pleasant," in a smirk as he continues to stare at the bartender.

"How about any wine then," to the bartender. "I need something red, the color of Mars, eh" as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small bit of wood. Only after it starts moving does anyone realize it is a large wolf spider. He watches it dangle from his fingers hopelessly trying to free itself before he quickly opens his mouth and throws it in his mouth, crushing it under his tongue.

2008-12-14 17:16:55 Enoch rolls 7 dice to Clinging of the Insect 8,7,8,1,2, 2,4 (2 successes)

"I could really use something to wash this down with, can you get something now?"

I force my face to hold this blank, confused expression even after the boy offers to help, almost as though I don't actually understand what has just been said to me and I'm still waiting on some cue to know it's my turn to speak. When he reaches for his rain-slicker, I force an awkward smile and start to follow him outside.

2008-12-15 16:10:13 Sawney rolls 6 dice to Manip+Perf 1,6,4,8,4, 10 (2 successes)

"Uhh. Geez, I really appreciate this. You're doing me a great kindness. If I was to show up late, the missus would be in my hair all night and into tomorrow. I can uhh, pay you you know. We've got scores of chickens, more than we know what to do with. I can bring you some eggs, first thing in the morning, or even a whole chicken if you like."

2008-12-15 16:17:14 Sawney rolls 4 dice to Perc+Alert 5,7,3,10 (2 successes)

My attention is still mostly on my associates at the bar, somehow this does not feel like the sort of people we expected to find here, and the natives appear to be getting restless.

Pussy-assed pig-fuckers. Don't deserve to be wearin' the skins of animals. Wouldn't know how to skin a kill if it had a goddamn zipper on it. But they'll learn soon enough.

2008-12-16 10:56:23 Radiation rolls 3 dice to Old man WP [to resist being cowed by Dust] 1,4,5 (BOTCH x 1)

The old mans eyes bug out at Dust. Mouthy women like that are rare around here. The combination of her tattoos, violent eyes and that creepy as shit feeling everyone gets from her and Enoch suddenly has him very scared.

'Oh sweet jesus...'

The old man mutters, suddenly clutching his chest.

'I need my.. I need...'

The old man, who has a very weak heart reaches into various pockets, unable to find his little bottle of nitro glycerin pills his palpatations take a turn for the worse and he suddenly collapses off his barstool, knocking his dinner and drink to the floor with him.

The bartender looks on in Horror as Enoch puts the huge spider in his mouth, she puts her hands over her own mouth and backs away right into the shelves of alchohol with a muffled scream.

Naturally, beetween this and the old man collapsing, all eyes are on Dust and Enoch. The only person who misses the action is the prospect with Sawney, as he has already skipped out into the rain with his hood up.

'Christ man its really comin down. Lets have a look at that truck, i dont know if we can accept chickens for payment though...'

The prospect pulls out a large flashlight with a keyring attached from his pocket, shining the light at Sawneys truck..  

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Attention indeed.

Big Louie is the first to jump up when the old man collapses. He is easily six and half feet tall and nearly three hundred pounds. Even from across the room he is a commanding presence.

Off to Enochs left is the pretty boy, wise cracking Speedy Scotty. He removes a chromed out revolver from his hip and sets it on the bar as he addresses Enoch again.

'Why dont you get the fuck out of here freak before i lose my temper and beat your ass all the way back to Canada.'

Mad Max takes a more commanding approach. Standing from his table with Big Louie he will send two of the bikers to the old mans aid and put his hand up to calm the others who have all begun copying Speedy Scotty and making it quite clear that Dust and Enoch are surrounded by many well armed men...  

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2008-12-16 12:59:35 Dust rolls 5 dice to Perception and Alertness 9,8,10,9,9 (5 successes)

Its not hard to tell who is in charge around here. When the old man collapses and the bitch behind the bar starts screaming i just scan the crowd. Something doesnt fit, this is all wrong. Why would we be told to come to this hick bar in the middle of nowhere just so the locals can drop dead all around us?

I point at Mad Max, calling out over the crowd.

'I want you to think long and hard about this. What does this here mean to you?'

I turn around, pulling my shirt way up and revealing my lower back. There is a large and painstakingly tatooed symbol containing the spiky Ankh of the Sabbat as well as the swirling, blood and body part bathed hurricane that is the symbol of our pack.

 He quickly spots all the activity, laughing at the man's collapse and everyone's eyes upon Dust. They must be expecting a show.

I glance over at the man (Speedy Scotty) who just mouthed off at me. He turns, quickly reaching over the empty seat trying to backhand the mouthy prick.

"Shut the fuck up"

2008-12-16 20:11:06 Enoch rolls 8 dice to Backhand 2,2,2,2,1, 8,4,2 (failure)

I misjudge the distance and my hand whistles right by him without connecting. I had just meant to display our prowess, but I know now that the war god must be unleashed. My vision begins to become red, my self fading as the Legionnaire is born asunder.

Mad Max looks at Dusts tattoo. He doesnt have a clue what its supposed to mean, or why shes showing it to him. He glances at Big Louie then answers Dust.

'Means your a whore?'

The two bikers who were helping the old man will pass him off to the freaked out bartenders. When Enoch takes a swing at Speedy Scotty and misses he will grab his revolver from the bar and point it right at Enochs face, standing up so fast he knocks over his barstool.

'Alright Canuck, Hands up, your my bitch now.'

2008-12-16 21:13:33 Sawney rolls 6 dice to Manip+Perf 4,4,9,7,4, 6 (3 successes)

I let the boy get a few steps ahead of me, lingering back a bit to let the door close between us. I make myself out to be an unobservant ass, the door nearly hitting me in the face. I then proceed to spend almost thirty seconds trying to pull open a door that clearly says 'push' on my side so that I can listen to what is going on behind me.

2008-12-16 21:11:23 Sawney rolls 4 dice to Perc+Alert 6,4,8,2 (2 successes)

I even manage to catch a glimpse of Enoch taking a swing at the meatbag next to him. That's about all I need. I finally burst through the door and make sure to stumble on the threshold.

"Uhhh... sorry," I stammer to the boy as I catch up to him at the truck "not really used to those fancy doors. Let me get the hood open for you, handle's busted and takes a bit of know-how."