I feel the Demon thrashing around in my skull, hear it screaming unintelligible threats at me. The world outside of me seems to have taken on a sepia tone; everything seems distant, faded, and somehow less real. Holding back the Demon is all that matters, if I should let it slip free, it will annihilate my Pack; thereby annihilating me.

I will not let this happen, not again.

2009-01-25 14:10:17 Pathos rolls 3 dice to Instinct (Diff 5)  3,6,3 (1 success)

The Demon knows only blood and carnage. I have given it so much. Every time I enter into combat, all of the pain and death I inflict is only to appease the Demon, to slake its lust, but no matter how much I give, it always insists on having more. If the violence I have gifted it this night is not enough, then perhaps if I fill its belly it will slink away and go back to sleep.

2009-01-25 14:23:31 Pathos rolls 13 dice to Dex+Brawl (Kiss) (Diff 5) 9,6,1,3,4, 2,6,9,7,6, 3,6,8 (8 successes) [3BP drawn, Pathos now has 8/14]

My eyes remain fixed upon Sawney though my fangs… both sets of them it would seem, the ones which I have known for many years, and the new pair which I now feel jutting from my lower jaw… dig deep into my captive to siphon away his essence.

[Manifestation of Beast-Mark in the wake of Frenzy]

I spit out a chunk of red flesh as I let this dead juicebag fall to the floor. I prefer to feed from the living; and i see no better way to end the lives of all those broken, shot up, slashed, failures we left in the bar.

I can hear the din of the rain on the roof again. There is no more shooting and Enoch walked calmly away. We have won, again. There are no foes that can stand against us. I turn to follow Enoch and join in the feast on the dying but I stop, glance around as if anyone would care, and decide to scoop up that hellish machinegun like a baby in my arms before I follow Enoch.

This little piece of weaponry could prove to be alot of fun.

2009-01-27 21:41:15 Sawney rolls 3 dice to Ride the Wave (Diff 8) 9,6,9 (2 successes) [2 more to overcome frenzy]

The animal that has usurped Sawney is still very much in control, it is the greatest curse of the inbred Bratovich family that once they lose control it becomes nearly impossible for them to regain it. But the animal is cunning at least, and can readily discern an easy target from one which can cause it serious harm. It decides that the held, wounded biker, caught in the rapture of the Kiss will prove a much easier meal than the obviously more powerful monster clutching him.

This animal has no thirst for the blood as the other does, his dietary needs are far more substantial. More visceral. Lunging forward, he rakes at the man’s exposed belly with his solitary steel claw.

2009-01-27 21:53:53 Sawney rolls 7 dice to SQEAL BOY SQUEAL!!! 5,7,8,9,4, 8,10 (5 successes) [blood-amped 5 Dex + 0 Melee + 2 for Immobilized opponent]

2009-01-27 21:55:03 Sawney rolls 8 dice to Knife Damage 6,6,10,8,8, 8,7,4 (7 suc-cesses) [+2 Potence = 9 Lethal damage]

The resulting evisceration, while perhaps not surgical or clean, is quite effective. The man’s torso splits wide, from groin to throat, spilling nearly every ounce of soft tissue held within to the floor and leaving an empty side of beef to be devoured raw.  

 Hearing that something was still apparently occurring, but having found our herald I stand transfixed. I know this creature to be fully under the sway of my divinity, fully within my power, unable to grasp what it is without my presence. I grasp its puny fragile legs and twist them together a bit crudely. I can always reverse it, I just want to make certain it does not wander away.

2009-01-28 21:19:58 Acid rolls 10 (11 total -1 to wound penalties)dice to BoneCraft (str+bodycraft) 7,8,2,9,3, 7,5,10,3,10, 5,4 (6 successes)

I can hear its agonized screams as I drop it to the ground, it has served its purpose for the immediate time, it will await its gods return. I turn my form back toward the door, wanting an assessment of what is happening and that I may take my time in crafting this creature to my whim.

As the Ghoul unleashes his fury upon the meat-sack I hold before him, I feel the uncanny strength borrowed from by blood drain from my muscles and my reflexes slow. This body, while capable of far more than any mortal could dream of is still only flesh and can hold the power of gods for only so long. It is just as well, should the Demon break free completely, it would be better for all of us that it does not have that sort of might at its disposal. [3 Turns have elapsed since Pathos stopped spending blood to his physical traits, all points over generational max + 1 are lost. Str and Dex are at 6 for the remainder of the scene]

2009-01-30 11:47:34 Pathos rolls 3 dice to Instinct (Diff 5) 6,2,1 (failure)

An amateur mistake; I focus too much of my attention on the physical sensation and not enough on the conflagrated battle of wills.  Before I even realize I have lost control, I find myself dropping the corpse I held and rearing back to demolish Acid’s little pet.

[Spending WP to control Frenzy for one Turn]

Forcing the rage back down, I turn and run towards the hole which Sawney’s body blasted through the wall and take myself and my Demon back out into the storm where it cannot harm my Pack. Perhaps if it cannot perceive any possible threats, it will release me from its heavy-handed thralldom.

 My sweep has not proved fruitful, there is nothing left other then the creature screaming with Acid and I assume It has plans for that. By the agony and fear in its voice, I know that whatever fate now looms for it, it would have been far better off fighting and dying. I block out the sound, it is merely a distraction, nothing more.

I find my first body that is still alive or has not been long dead and drain it, filling my pool and start the process of mending the flesh wounds I took during the fray. No one is unstoppable, but I have long known that it best to be at your peak ability should anything arise in the short foreseeable future. I can still hear something occurring in the back, but whatever it is I am certain our Ductis can handle it.

(Refilled blood pool - Healed One health level / Bruised)

It is the nature of my clan to inflict pain and torment wherever possible. Some would go as far as to call it our art. I have neither the time nor the tools to get too involved here tonight but thats no reason to let one of the dying juicebags fade to black in the ecstasy of my bite.

When I bite into a barely surviving man I dig my hunting knife into his gut and twist. The surge of agony will up his blood pressure and I will drink from his bitten neck like a hose until he is dead.

[Dust drinks 3 blood points, 11/13 blood pool remaining.]

2009-02-10 22:15:38 Sawney rolls 3 dice to Ride the Wave 8,7,7 (3 successes)

The red in my eyeballs begins to wash out, the loud drumming in my ears quiets and I find myself alone in a room I don’t remember comin’ into. My whole body hurts, like I just got kicked by a mule, but I’m surrounded by dead cityboy-leatherfags, and I’m holding a bloody knife. I fig’ger I won.

Gawd damn I’m hungry.

2009-02-10 22:26:55 Sawney rolls 4 dice to Perc+Alert 4,3,1,7 (failure)

I stand there an listen fer a good couple a seconds, starin down at this gutted husk an’ damn near salivatin’. I don’t hear dick, but I know the rest of the Pack didn’t get them-selves dead if I’m still standin’. Fuckers musta up an lef me here on account a me thro-win’ a tantrum. Wouldn’t be the first time.

Gawd damn I’m powerful hungry. Somthin’ terrible.

Might as well get me somthin’ ta eat afore they come back.

2009-02-10 22:36:48 Pathos rolls 3 dice to Instinct (Diff 3)  5,8,5 (3 successes)

As the last of the power I borrowed from my blood fades from my body, so too does the sway the Demon held over me. With no imminent danger to rile the Demon’s fury, its insistence is muted and it finally, blissfully relinquishes control. I do not feel the bliss, nor freedom that my brothers and sisters do when the Demon comes, for me there is only agony and vassalage. There is nothing worse in this world for one such as myself.

But it is passed, as it always inevitably does, though not before leaving its irrevocable marks on my body as well as my soul. The physical alteration is of little consequence in its own right, but will serve as yet another constant reminder that I am not yet where I should be in my enlightenment; that I should have been stronger.

2009-02-11 07:32:59 Pathos rolls 4 dice to Conviction (Diff 8) 4,8,5,2 (1 success)[Frenzy is considered a failure on this Path]
And so I shall. Though this momentary lapse of will was nowhere near as bad as it might have been, there are lessons which cannot be ignored. The fault can only be mine to bear, I have allowed myself to become complacent, to stagnate. I resolve myself to become more than what I am now, to remember that I alone am responsible for my own salvation.

[Spend 2BP to heal 3/14 remain]

I seal the last of the wound which set the Demon free, and only then realize that I am standing in the rain, in the middle of the parking lot, lost in my rippling reflection upon a puddle. The raging storm above seems to have lessened in intensity. I turn back towards the building and walk slowly through the demolished front entrance to see about locating a survivor.

It is time that we sent forth a Herald.

[Kill this and start a new scene for the herald please so i can intersect with another plot.]