Post by Rule Hound on May 4, 2016 15:32:07 GMT
The plan is simple. Raqa will use a wraith to find sentries for Ricchar to kill. Galahad will Astral Project and scout the inside of the inn specifically for the leaders or primary targets. Gunner and Fia will be ready to swoop in and provide attack or backup. Lyrah will assess the currents of events. Frederick will protect Galahad and you will determin the layout of the Inn, any secret chambers, who is there, how many and where they all are.
You quietly take to the skies as Raqa and Ricchar set up on the hill near by. Focusing on the orders as given by your Tremere master. quietly flying in you settled on the ground so as to be insight of the hill. Activating your powers so you can remain unobserved you lay your hand upon the stone wall to begin to Scry the Hearthstone. You feel a fiery oiliness within the stone resisting your powers, the building almost pulses. Focusing your will you fall into a brief trance like state, a picture/layout of the inside forms in your mind. Showing you the large inn. Due to recent events you can tell that the inn is not as busy as it would normally be. There are only about 20-25 patrons in the front room.
All the sudden during one of the pulses it seems almost as though the very stones of this place reach out a corrupted hand oozing over where you touch them gripping and trying to draw you into the walls.
You pull and pull exerting your strength, concentrating on the needs of your master to focus your will to resist. The back door down the way opens up and several guards come out. Concentrating not to make any sudden moves and still not be drawn into the stone you freeze in a musculature and mental struggle.
The guards split up and go about their patrols. Just as you are about to begin your struggle again a hideously beautiful man with lips sewed shut with twine steps from the door. He pauses briefly before descending the Cellar steps to below. You shift and there is a slight grinding of stone on stone. You see him pause and tilt his head briefly. You try not to make any noise as your arm is now up to the elbow in this corrupt stonework. The man moves on.
Struggling you manage to gain headway your arm slowly withdrawing from the stone as you use your higher level powers, though the stone itself seems to reseal and resist, allowing only temporary manipulation and molding. As your hand breaks free and you violently fall backward as your strength equalizes with no longer being held, your mental map completes itself.
There is a network of cellars and tunnels below the Inn. There are several prisoners locked up, at least one of which is a Vampire. The man you saw was definitely a Vampire. There are 3 more Vampires in the basement (in addition to the one that just went down there) with some living humans. They are in a room barely sense able due to the dork corruption of the room next to it. There is one more vampire sitting in a room alone upstairs.
Then just as you broke free you were about to gain a sense of the next room. But some dark and malevolent force, the same as the one drawing you into the stone but magnified had tendrils in your mind. Slippery and slimy and firey all at once. It was drawing you in. With breaking free you feel mentally raped. A longing for that touch begins to arise in you with a great and unquenchable thirst.
You quietly take to the skies as Raqa and Ricchar set up on the hill near by. Focusing on the orders as given by your Tremere master. quietly flying in you settled on the ground so as to be insight of the hill. Activating your powers so you can remain unobserved you lay your hand upon the stone wall to begin to Scry the Hearthstone. You feel a fiery oiliness within the stone resisting your powers, the building almost pulses. Focusing your will you fall into a brief trance like state, a picture/layout of the inside forms in your mind. Showing you the large inn. Due to recent events you can tell that the inn is not as busy as it would normally be. There are only about 20-25 patrons in the front room.
All the sudden during one of the pulses it seems almost as though the very stones of this place reach out a corrupted hand oozing over where you touch them gripping and trying to draw you into the walls.
You pull and pull exerting your strength, concentrating on the needs of your master to focus your will to resist. The back door down the way opens up and several guards come out. Concentrating not to make any sudden moves and still not be drawn into the stone you freeze in a musculature and mental struggle.
The guards split up and go about their patrols. Just as you are about to begin your struggle again a hideously beautiful man with lips sewed shut with twine steps from the door. He pauses briefly before descending the Cellar steps to below. You shift and there is a slight grinding of stone on stone. You see him pause and tilt his head briefly. You try not to make any noise as your arm is now up to the elbow in this corrupt stonework. The man moves on.
Struggling you manage to gain headway your arm slowly withdrawing from the stone as you use your higher level powers, though the stone itself seems to reseal and resist, allowing only temporary manipulation and molding. As your hand breaks free and you violently fall backward as your strength equalizes with no longer being held, your mental map completes itself.
There is a network of cellars and tunnels below the Inn. There are several prisoners locked up, at least one of which is a Vampire. The man you saw was definitely a Vampire. There are 3 more Vampires in the basement (in addition to the one that just went down there) with some living humans. They are in a room barely sense able due to the dork corruption of the room next to it. There is one more vampire sitting in a room alone upstairs.
Then just as you broke free you were about to gain a sense of the next room. But some dark and malevolent force, the same as the one drawing you into the stone but magnified had tendrils in your mind. Slippery and slimy and firey all at once. It was drawing you in. With breaking free you feel mentally raped. A longing for that touch begins to arise in you with a great and unquenchable thirst.