Misadventures in Alien Hunger
Mar 15, 2017 16:48:46 GMT -8
Post by sovereigncitizenkane on Mar 15, 2017 16:48:46 GMT -8
So a friend recently started running the Alien Hunger scenario for Vampire the Masquerade and we've been having a blast. For those that don't know, It's a scenario where a bunch of people wake up in a basement and have been turned int vampires, and the house above them is on fire. They have to navigate Camarilla society without any real knowledge of it. It's a great scenario for a new group of players as they aren't required to know a lot of lore, and there are some interesting twisted that make it different than your average Shovelhead scenario.
Since the scenario is random people kidnapped off the street, I created mine to be as unvampire as possible, ending up with William Dee, an accountant in his late twenties, now turned Nosferatu.
The fun stuff so far:
We ended up accidentally killing several humans when we awoke as vampires for the first time. Due to penalties for only having one or two blood points each, none of us managed to pass our self-control rolls, so those whose embrace did not take, didn't make it out of the basement.
Our powers were fluctuating (we were making instinct rolls for our Beasts to aid us with vampiric powers) so while I was able to break a gurney in half with my bare hands, the next I was unable to punch through a old wooden wall. The Gangrel of the group went a little crazy when Feral Whispers kicked in and she couldn't stop hearing all the rats freaking out and try to flee because the building above us was on fire. I did get a lucky break though when my Obfuscate kicked in and hid me from the cops that arrested the others, who I had to free from the backs of squad cars.
The Toreador accidentally frenzied on an officer trying to help her. I didn't do much better on a 7-eleven attendant.
The next night I began my transformation into a Nosferatu. For those that don't know, Nosferatu don't become ugly upon embrace, but their body slowly transforms over the first week and it is incredibly painful. I'm about four days into it, and he's having to make self-control rolls a lot. One of which ended with William tossing a table through a Denny's window. Agnes, our resident Setite and old Denny's Waitress was not happy. She took us to a vampire that contacted us about introducing us to the Camarilla society. On the way there, Agnes stopped to use a payphone and William snuck out of the car and spotted the 7-Eleven worker mentioned earlier and had a little snack. Feeding has, so far, been the only thing to dull the pain of the transformation.
Later, after William got home, two gentlemen showed up and kicked in his door when he wouldn't answer. William, unaccustomed to fighting, mostly flailed and tackled them. Luckily, they failed every dodged, and soak roll. One ended up with William biting his throat with his fangs, taking six agg damage and deciding to sit the rest of the fight out. The other ended up getting pushed out of the window, which was on the seventh floor. He landed on William's car though.
We learned that the goons had been sent by the Prince and during a stake out, we decided to meet him when confronted. Needless to say, the Prince was pissed at how we'd been wrecking the town, but its Denver so whatever. He demanded we swear fealty and drink from his blood in a chalice. William managed to fake it, but was no help to his compatriots who didn't fair so well on their stealth rolls.
I also brought up someone paying for the damage to the apartment a lot.
Hopefully more shenanigans this Saturday.
Since the scenario is random people kidnapped off the street, I created mine to be as unvampire as possible, ending up with William Dee, an accountant in his late twenties, now turned Nosferatu.
The fun stuff so far:
We ended up accidentally killing several humans when we awoke as vampires for the first time. Due to penalties for only having one or two blood points each, none of us managed to pass our self-control rolls, so those whose embrace did not take, didn't make it out of the basement.
Our powers were fluctuating (we were making instinct rolls for our Beasts to aid us with vampiric powers) so while I was able to break a gurney in half with my bare hands, the next I was unable to punch through a old wooden wall. The Gangrel of the group went a little crazy when Feral Whispers kicked in and she couldn't stop hearing all the rats freaking out and try to flee because the building above us was on fire. I did get a lucky break though when my Obfuscate kicked in and hid me from the cops that arrested the others, who I had to free from the backs of squad cars.
The Toreador accidentally frenzied on an officer trying to help her. I didn't do much better on a 7-eleven attendant.
The next night I began my transformation into a Nosferatu. For those that don't know, Nosferatu don't become ugly upon embrace, but their body slowly transforms over the first week and it is incredibly painful. I'm about four days into it, and he's having to make self-control rolls a lot. One of which ended with William tossing a table through a Denny's window. Agnes, our resident Setite and old Denny's Waitress was not happy. She took us to a vampire that contacted us about introducing us to the Camarilla society. On the way there, Agnes stopped to use a payphone and William snuck out of the car and spotted the 7-Eleven worker mentioned earlier and had a little snack. Feeding has, so far, been the only thing to dull the pain of the transformation.
Later, after William got home, two gentlemen showed up and kicked in his door when he wouldn't answer. William, unaccustomed to fighting, mostly flailed and tackled them. Luckily, they failed every dodged, and soak roll. One ended up with William biting his throat with his fangs, taking six agg damage and deciding to sit the rest of the fight out. The other ended up getting pushed out of the window, which was on the seventh floor. He landed on William's car though.
We learned that the goons had been sent by the Prince and during a stake out, we decided to meet him when confronted. Needless to say, the Prince was pissed at how we'd been wrecking the town, but its Denver so whatever. He demanded we swear fealty and drink from his blood in a chalice. William managed to fake it, but was no help to his compatriots who didn't fair so well on their stealth rolls.
I also brought up someone paying for the damage to the apartment a lot.
Hopefully more shenanigans this Saturday.