[More clips from Issac Forland's book! ]
Pirates:
Bastards. Pricks. All around assholes. Nothing is more annoying than being attacked by Pirates on your way home from a ruin run. Chances of it, they don't have the nice gear you and your team will have, but they make up for it in numbers. The various Pirate Clans are scattered throughout the world, and most exist to take everything you have. If you can talk your way out of an attack, props to you. But that doesn't really ever happen. Unless you have some really big guns on your air ship.
Hunters:
The only thing more irrating than Pirates are the Hunters. They are few in numbers and are poorly armed, but what they can do instead is what makes them a major threat. These guys are fanaticals who believe that magic and MysTek is pure evil and seek to destroy all of it. So of course, Raiders are a prime target for them.
You would think a bunch of crazies wouldn't pose that much of a threat, but they do. They have figured out how to disable and nulify magic. Be prepared to use a crossbow or something on them, because really, that laser blaster is useless against them. Avoid them whenever possible. They're not worth the trouble to fight.
Governmental Pricks:
Not all of the government officials will be nice. Many will seek to take advantage of you, and it's no surprise. You gather some of the greatest loot in the world and they want a piece of it. Never sell to them - they should be getting their MysTek through the Guild. However, don't be surprised if you have to bribe your way past them to get to ruins or whatnot.
[more coming soon]
Monday, June 27, 2011
Sunday, June 26, 2011
The Raider's Guide to the MysTek Ruins
[This is text from the book that's consider the bible of MysTek ruins. A renowned raider himself, Issac Forland is currently the leader of the Frost Bite team. Sadly, his writing skills aren't so hot. With that said, it is one of the few actual guides to surviving the most dangerous professions in the world.]
Issac talks about:
MysTek:
This is where it's all at. If you want any chance to survive the ruins, you need to get your hands on some of these wonderful items. Ironically enough, the primary way to get MysTek is to search the ruins. The conundrum is not lost to anyone. For the sake of ease, I'll refer to MysTek as 'MT'.
These items come in many different forms. From weapons, to armor, to silly jewelry, to vehicles - MysTek has many functions. All items are covered in glowing lines called Magic Circuits. Thankfully, a MT user can dim these glowing lines for the sake of concealment with a small effort of will. Many items draw power from the source of all Mana, the Leylines. However, some gain power from their users' pool of Mana. The average Raider has 3-4 MT items. Usually a weapon, armor, and some sort of support item. It should also be noted that there is a small selection of reproduction MysTek items. Most of these are communication devices and shield belts. There's also the newer Air Ship engines, but those are pretty pricey. Older Alchemical engines are easier to get a hold of.
The Gatekeepers Guild:
The Guild is the one thing that unifies every single MysTeam in the world. They keep the teams in check and prevents the rookies from doing something truly stupid. Ages ago, these guys sealed the ruins during the Mana Wars, in hopes of stopping the Wars altogether.
The GK Guild has laid down some ground rules for the Teams:
1) only enter the ruins you have access to. Do so with caution and report to the local branch before entering.
2) Do not attack other Teams.
3) Report any irregularities discovered within the ruins (such as Revenants).
4) Check in all salvaged items from the ruins for inspection.
There are many many branches throughout the world. They all keep contact with the main HQ, which sits upon the largest land-bound ruin of the world, the Black Citadel.
MysTeams:
While a select few scour the ruins alone, the majority of the raiders are smart enough to work as teams. Someone in the Gatekeepers came up with the cheesy name of MysTeams. It stuck. To form a team, and thus gain access to the ruins, you must register yourself and your team with the Gatekeepers. They do a few tests, mostly to make sure you won't get killed right off the bat in the ruins. Each team also has an air ship to call their own. Without one, it'd be impossible to reach most of the ruins. The GK does not supply any of the equipment or air ships a team needs, but will point a prospective raider in the right direction on how to acquire such items.
The Ruins:
The remnants of the Golden Age of Magic. For being from such a glorious age, you would have thought they would aged better. Regardless, this is the biggest source of MysTek items, and thus a raider's income and equipment. Within these ruins lie many dangers. Actualizers, Revenants, traps, decomposing structure, etc.
Actualizers:
Also known as Actors for short (sometimes even Acts), these mechanical golems defend the ruins. Every one has a purpose, and every one can be a threat to raiders.
There are 4 known classes: Worker, Guardian, Monster, and Seraph.
Workers:
These come in animal and insectiod forms. Generally not a great threat except in numbers. They perform various menial tasks. They vary from the Scarabs to the Bears to the Wasps.
Guardians:
The primary threat in the ruins are the guardians. They come in humanoid form, and often times armed to the teeth. Assume that each one can kill you and approach with caution. Each one is named based on armaments and tactics.
Monsters:
Large and powerful, these are few and far between. Thank god for their rarity. They are incredibly difficult to kill and if you ever face more than one at a time, you will likely be killed. Some of the known Monsters are the Hydra and the Titan.
Seraphs:
Even rarer and nothing short of insanely powerful are the Seraphs. Records show that there were only a handful produced, but to reflect this, they are fully sentient, highly intelligent, extremely dangerous, and worse yet, could pass for a normal human with ease. In all likelihood, the Seraphs rule the other Actualizers. Few humans have ever met one and lived to tell the tale. No one has ever destroyed one, but it may be for the best not to even attempt it.
Revenants:
No one knows much about these abominations, but we do know that they are a strange fusion of living and MysTek. Unlike the occasional person with implanted MysTek (dangerous stuff that is, but it is handy if you can deal with it), Revenants are no longer human in both mind and body. They are fully intelligent, but work as a swarm. Some believe that their minds are connected and their combat tactics can confirm something to that nature.
Regardless of their origin, they are considered the greatest risk you can encounter in the ruins. Thankfully, they are rare. They travel in small packs and are heavily armed, and worst yet, they can adapt their weapons to suit their needs. They will switch between energy weapons to solid ammo weapons to giant meat cleavers in mere seconds to take advantage of whatever weakness you may have. Avoid combat with them at all costs.
Traps:
If Actors and Revenants weren't enough, there are also traps designed into these ruins. You must keep your wits about you as you venture into these ruins. These vary between different ruins - some have gun turrents that pop out of the walls, spiky pits, crush plates, and some ruins are set to self-destruct if you push the wrong button. Be careful in there.
[more coming soon]
Issac talks about:
MysTek:
This is where it's all at. If you want any chance to survive the ruins, you need to get your hands on some of these wonderful items. Ironically enough, the primary way to get MysTek is to search the ruins. The conundrum is not lost to anyone. For the sake of ease, I'll refer to MysTek as 'MT'.
These items come in many different forms. From weapons, to armor, to silly jewelry, to vehicles - MysTek has many functions. All items are covered in glowing lines called Magic Circuits. Thankfully, a MT user can dim these glowing lines for the sake of concealment with a small effort of will. Many items draw power from the source of all Mana, the Leylines. However, some gain power from their users' pool of Mana. The average Raider has 3-4 MT items. Usually a weapon, armor, and some sort of support item. It should also be noted that there is a small selection of reproduction MysTek items. Most of these are communication devices and shield belts. There's also the newer Air Ship engines, but those are pretty pricey. Older Alchemical engines are easier to get a hold of.
The Gatekeepers Guild:
The Guild is the one thing that unifies every single MysTeam in the world. They keep the teams in check and prevents the rookies from doing something truly stupid. Ages ago, these guys sealed the ruins during the Mana Wars, in hopes of stopping the Wars altogether.
The GK Guild has laid down some ground rules for the Teams:
1) only enter the ruins you have access to. Do so with caution and report to the local branch before entering.
2) Do not attack other Teams.
3) Report any irregularities discovered within the ruins (such as Revenants).
4) Check in all salvaged items from the ruins for inspection.
There are many many branches throughout the world. They all keep contact with the main HQ, which sits upon the largest land-bound ruin of the world, the Black Citadel.
MysTeams:
While a select few scour the ruins alone, the majority of the raiders are smart enough to work as teams. Someone in the Gatekeepers came up with the cheesy name of MysTeams. It stuck. To form a team, and thus gain access to the ruins, you must register yourself and your team with the Gatekeepers. They do a few tests, mostly to make sure you won't get killed right off the bat in the ruins. Each team also has an air ship to call their own. Without one, it'd be impossible to reach most of the ruins. The GK does not supply any of the equipment or air ships a team needs, but will point a prospective raider in the right direction on how to acquire such items.
The Ruins:
The remnants of the Golden Age of Magic. For being from such a glorious age, you would have thought they would aged better. Regardless, this is the biggest source of MysTek items, and thus a raider's income and equipment. Within these ruins lie many dangers. Actualizers, Revenants, traps, decomposing structure, etc.
Actualizers:
Also known as Actors for short (sometimes even Acts), these mechanical golems defend the ruins. Every one has a purpose, and every one can be a threat to raiders.
There are 4 known classes: Worker, Guardian, Monster, and Seraph.
Workers:
These come in animal and insectiod forms. Generally not a great threat except in numbers. They perform various menial tasks. They vary from the Scarabs to the Bears to the Wasps.
Guardians:
The primary threat in the ruins are the guardians. They come in humanoid form, and often times armed to the teeth. Assume that each one can kill you and approach with caution. Each one is named based on armaments and tactics.
Monsters:
Large and powerful, these are few and far between. Thank god for their rarity. They are incredibly difficult to kill and if you ever face more than one at a time, you will likely be killed. Some of the known Monsters are the Hydra and the Titan.
Seraphs:
Even rarer and nothing short of insanely powerful are the Seraphs. Records show that there were only a handful produced, but to reflect this, they are fully sentient, highly intelligent, extremely dangerous, and worse yet, could pass for a normal human with ease. In all likelihood, the Seraphs rule the other Actualizers. Few humans have ever met one and lived to tell the tale. No one has ever destroyed one, but it may be for the best not to even attempt it.
Revenants:
No one knows much about these abominations, but we do know that they are a strange fusion of living and MysTek. Unlike the occasional person with implanted MysTek (dangerous stuff that is, but it is handy if you can deal with it), Revenants are no longer human in both mind and body. They are fully intelligent, but work as a swarm. Some believe that their minds are connected and their combat tactics can confirm something to that nature.
Regardless of their origin, they are considered the greatest risk you can encounter in the ruins. Thankfully, they are rare. They travel in small packs and are heavily armed, and worst yet, they can adapt their weapons to suit their needs. They will switch between energy weapons to solid ammo weapons to giant meat cleavers in mere seconds to take advantage of whatever weakness you may have. Avoid combat with them at all costs.
Traps:
If Actors and Revenants weren't enough, there are also traps designed into these ruins. You must keep your wits about you as you venture into these ruins. These vary between different ruins - some have gun turrents that pop out of the walls, spiky pits, crush plates, and some ruins are set to self-destruct if you push the wrong button. Be careful in there.
[more coming soon]
Saturday, June 25, 2011
Return of Project MysTek
A few people may know this, those who used to go to my (now dead) forums, I ran a game dubbed 'MysTek'. The game ended in failure because of my own issues, but now I'm bringing it back. Hopefully, I can run it in RL this time. Anyways, if someone wishes to make use of the campaign setting for their own game, you are welcome to. Just give me credit for it.
Project MysTek Campaign setting
Summery of setting:
Project MysTek Campaign setting
Summery of setting:
About 2000 years ago was the end of the Golden Age of Technology. Back then, there was a form of tech that was powered by mana. However, a terrible cataclysm stripped the world of the laylines, the source of mana. And melted the north polar cap, which flooded much of the world. Nobody knows how or why such an event occurred, but it changed everything.
Shortly after the great Cataclysm, war broke out for what remaining mana was left in the world. This was known as the Mana Wars. Eventually, the world entered a Dark Age. This lasted well over a thousand years.
Humanity began to rebuild the old world, using the remaining science of Alchemy to create the world that is today. The leylines had returned to the world. And then 75 years ago, everything changed again - the ancient technology resurfaced.
Mystic Technology, or MysTek, it was called. The ruins of the Golden Age were discovered and with that, their technology. Soon the world scrabbled to get what they could, but it wasn't long before they realized that most of the ruins were sealed.
The Gatekeepers appeared before mankind at this point, revealing that they had sealed the ruins during the Mana Wars to prevent their misuse. And that they were willing to open up the old ruins so that mankind could regain their former glory. The Gatekeepers formed a guild that would regulate the distribution of MysTek, and gathering it. Teams of Raiders gathered to enter the ruins, and retrieve the technology to restore the world.
You are a member of one of these Raider teams. You venture into the ruins in search of MysTek. Be it for fame and glory, riches, knowledge, or to even escape your past - no matter what your ultimate goal is, you must survive the ruins.
More stuff coming soon.
Shortly after the great Cataclysm, war broke out for what remaining mana was left in the world. This was known as the Mana Wars. Eventually, the world entered a Dark Age. This lasted well over a thousand years.
Humanity began to rebuild the old world, using the remaining science of Alchemy to create the world that is today. The leylines had returned to the world. And then 75 years ago, everything changed again - the ancient technology resurfaced.
Mystic Technology, or MysTek, it was called. The ruins of the Golden Age were discovered and with that, their technology. Soon the world scrabbled to get what they could, but it wasn't long before they realized that most of the ruins were sealed.
The Gatekeepers appeared before mankind at this point, revealing that they had sealed the ruins during the Mana Wars to prevent their misuse. And that they were willing to open up the old ruins so that mankind could regain their former glory. The Gatekeepers formed a guild that would regulate the distribution of MysTek, and gathering it. Teams of Raiders gathered to enter the ruins, and retrieve the technology to restore the world.
You are a member of one of these Raider teams. You venture into the ruins in search of MysTek. Be it for fame and glory, riches, knowledge, or to even escape your past - no matter what your ultimate goal is, you must survive the ruins.
More stuff coming soon.
Thursday, March 3, 2011
*Sigh* Times are Tough...
I should post more often...
Since I know no one will read this, I can rant to my heart's content. I've been bothered with a lot of things lately, most of which is family.
Now, my non-existant readers, before you start assuming this is some angsty teenage (which I happen to fulfill neither of) rant, allow me to explain. In June, I'm getting married. This should be a happy occasion, and I am indeed looking forward to it. My parents are not.
Well, really, I think there has been a lot of miss-communication between me and my parents. I tend to do a piss-poor job of explaining myself. I get put on the spot and I panic. I love my social anxieties...
My parents think that I'm being forced to marry by my girlfriend and her family. This is not true at all. I was given a choice, and had the choice all along. Now, I may be at the point that backing out will make me an ass, which is why I don't plan on backing out. But this is without a doubt, my own choice. At the time when things went into motion, I just went with it. But as time passed, I began to get excited about the whole thing. I went through my period of cold feet, and despite that, I realized that I love my soon-to-be wife very much.
Very few people really understand me. Even less can put up with my whole cocktail of social ineptitude and neurotic psychological problems. I used to believe I was just ADD and bad with people. College really helped bring to light that I'm a lot more fucked up as a person that I originally believed. But this information is good. I learned that I'm not the only person with issues. And that I'm slowly (very slowly) trying to resolve my crap ton of psyche problems. I realized that there's only one person out there who really tries to get me and help me through my problems.
Back when I flunked out of college, I suffered from depression. It was fairly crippling at that. It wasn't the sort that could be solved quickly, or easily. I went through a lot of self-exploration. I scoured my own psyche for the reasons for my problems, believing that finding the source may provide some insight in fixing the issue. There were times that I just cried like a baby. When I realized that I had very little going for me; when I realized that I had very few friends anymore; when I realized that I just sucked at a lot of things that I thought I was good at; When I realized that life was far harsher that I believed it to be... I even considered suicide on a few occasions (and I should note that I take suicide to be a very serious topic). I had thought of hanging myself from the break room balcony at work with bungee cords. I had considered throwing myself off a roof, head first. And I cried every time.
The worst part about all of that depression is that no one noticed. Well, almost no one. My family sure as hell didn't really pick up on it. My friends were too busy with their own crap to figure it out. But my girlfriend did. And she was my saving grace during those days. Even when I was scared out of my mind from the depression, she was there for me. When I considered drinking myself to oblivion and slicing my wrists into pieces, she was there, when no one else was.
I'm a lot to put up with. I get anxious and worked up really easy. Especially dealing with people. I can be wishy-washy at times. I space out or focus on things that don't really matter. I have a horde of geeky hobbies, and not much else. I can be really stubborn about really stupid shit. I'm a picky eater. I have little drive to do anything. I'm missing some common sense. I'm awkward to be around most of the time. I have troubles understanding my own emotions. I have issues.
It's amazing that anyone is willing to put up with all of that. Gods know I wouldn't want to. But my girlfriend does. She loves being with me, every second of the day. She never forces her own decisions onto me, but allows me to choose my own fate and future. I love her.
For once in my life, I feel drive. For once, I actually want to do something other than play video games. For once, I'm willing to stand up for myself and tell everyone to put up with MY shit, and not the other way around. For once, I'm moving towards a future. For once, I may actually be truly happy for the first time in years.
My parents, from what I can tell, do not want me to get married because I'm not done with college yet. To me, it doesn't matter. I will finish college, regardless. It may take a little while longer, but so be it. I don't mind.
I'm being put into a situation that I may be pissed at my family regardless of my choice. I back out of the wedding now, I'll be pissed at them for forcing me to do so, and I own my girlfriend's parents the money they put down on the wedding. If I go through with plans, I may be cut off from my family and I'll be pissed at them for it.
I gave them a chance to cancel this wedding before things got too serious. They didn't understand that, though, and avoided meeting with my g/f's family to discuss things. And now they want to stop it when the money's been put down. I'm not backing down at this point. Too late now, in my book.
Well, if my dad fights me on this tonight, I may have to cut them off. I don't want to, but it feels like I may have to. By the gods I hope that an understanding can be reached...
-Locke
Since I know no one will read this, I can rant to my heart's content. I've been bothered with a lot of things lately, most of which is family.
Now, my non-existant readers, before you start assuming this is some angsty teenage (which I happen to fulfill neither of) rant, allow me to explain. In June, I'm getting married. This should be a happy occasion, and I am indeed looking forward to it. My parents are not.
Well, really, I think there has been a lot of miss-communication between me and my parents. I tend to do a piss-poor job of explaining myself. I get put on the spot and I panic. I love my social anxieties...
My parents think that I'm being forced to marry by my girlfriend and her family. This is not true at all. I was given a choice, and had the choice all along. Now, I may be at the point that backing out will make me an ass, which is why I don't plan on backing out. But this is without a doubt, my own choice. At the time when things went into motion, I just went with it. But as time passed, I began to get excited about the whole thing. I went through my period of cold feet, and despite that, I realized that I love my soon-to-be wife very much.
Very few people really understand me. Even less can put up with my whole cocktail of social ineptitude and neurotic psychological problems. I used to believe I was just ADD and bad with people. College really helped bring to light that I'm a lot more fucked up as a person that I originally believed. But this information is good. I learned that I'm not the only person with issues. And that I'm slowly (very slowly) trying to resolve my crap ton of psyche problems. I realized that there's only one person out there who really tries to get me and help me through my problems.
Back when I flunked out of college, I suffered from depression. It was fairly crippling at that. It wasn't the sort that could be solved quickly, or easily. I went through a lot of self-exploration. I scoured my own psyche for the reasons for my problems, believing that finding the source may provide some insight in fixing the issue. There were times that I just cried like a baby. When I realized that I had very little going for me; when I realized that I had very few friends anymore; when I realized that I just sucked at a lot of things that I thought I was good at; When I realized that life was far harsher that I believed it to be... I even considered suicide on a few occasions (and I should note that I take suicide to be a very serious topic). I had thought of hanging myself from the break room balcony at work with bungee cords. I had considered throwing myself off a roof, head first. And I cried every time.
The worst part about all of that depression is that no one noticed. Well, almost no one. My family sure as hell didn't really pick up on it. My friends were too busy with their own crap to figure it out. But my girlfriend did. And she was my saving grace during those days. Even when I was scared out of my mind from the depression, she was there for me. When I considered drinking myself to oblivion and slicing my wrists into pieces, she was there, when no one else was.
I'm a lot to put up with. I get anxious and worked up really easy. Especially dealing with people. I can be wishy-washy at times. I space out or focus on things that don't really matter. I have a horde of geeky hobbies, and not much else. I can be really stubborn about really stupid shit. I'm a picky eater. I have little drive to do anything. I'm missing some common sense. I'm awkward to be around most of the time. I have troubles understanding my own emotions. I have issues.
It's amazing that anyone is willing to put up with all of that. Gods know I wouldn't want to. But my girlfriend does. She loves being with me, every second of the day. She never forces her own decisions onto me, but allows me to choose my own fate and future. I love her.
For once in my life, I feel drive. For once, I actually want to do something other than play video games. For once, I'm willing to stand up for myself and tell everyone to put up with MY shit, and not the other way around. For once, I'm moving towards a future. For once, I may actually be truly happy for the first time in years.
My parents, from what I can tell, do not want me to get married because I'm not done with college yet. To me, it doesn't matter. I will finish college, regardless. It may take a little while longer, but so be it. I don't mind.
I'm being put into a situation that I may be pissed at my family regardless of my choice. I back out of the wedding now, I'll be pissed at them for forcing me to do so, and I own my girlfriend's parents the money they put down on the wedding. If I go through with plans, I may be cut off from my family and I'll be pissed at them for it.
I gave them a chance to cancel this wedding before things got too serious. They didn't understand that, though, and avoided meeting with my g/f's family to discuss things. And now they want to stop it when the money's been put down. I'm not backing down at this point. Too late now, in my book.
Well, if my dad fights me on this tonight, I may have to cut them off. I don't want to, but it feels like I may have to. By the gods I hope that an understanding can be reached...
-Locke
Monday, November 29, 2010
Isaac's Intro
[Warning - I typed this up for a free form RP, since I'm returning to my Gaia-fag days. Ah how I missed free form RPing... And yes, Isaac is indeed self-narrating.]
In case of the end of the world via demons, vampires, werewolves, and other creatures of the night, there are many means of survival. Most of which include running the hell away from it all and letting the professionals, like the Belmonts, deal with the problem. All in all, this is a good idea.
What I do is not a good idea.
Anyone actually trying to survive the Eternal Night knows that going on the offensive will only get you killed. What I am doing is considered suicide. But this is the way it's got to be for me. Don't ask, please.
So, if you actually plan on going on the offensive, there's some guide lines to remember, especially if you're just a normal guy like me...
Isaac found himself running in the rain, outside of the massive wall that protected Fort Vlahia. The plague that the rain brought didn't bother the man, as the wonders of alchemy and minor magicks kept him mostly healthy. He wasn't sure what he was running from, but he knew he needed to put some space between it and him. At least enough that he can figure out what he was about to fire shotgun shells into. Nothing sucked more than wasting ammo on something that can't die by shotgun shells.
Cardio: when the shit storm hit, it was the fat and lazy guys who went down first. Admittedly, it's not easy to run from a werewolf that's barreling down an alley with you in its sights, but it can be done if you play your cards right. That's why being able to run fast is not enough, but jumping, climbing, and generally awesome acrobatics can save your ass.
The survivor saw a dumpster next to a fire escape. Chance! He leaped onto the dumpster and took a dive for the fire escape ladder, grabbing the side bar and spinning around to the other side of the ladder. Whatever that was chasing Isaac face planted hard into the metal ladder bars and bounced off. Isaac climbed up, noting that he was being chased by a werewolf.
Double Tap: always make sure what you've just killed is dead. No matter how much I may preach about conserving ammo, it never hurts to put another shell in its skull. Especially if its a vampire. Or just about anything, really. And even then, be prepared to keep moving.
The wolf-man scrambled to its feet and jumped onto the fire escape, grabbing the railings and climbing up. Isaac, who was barely up a flight of stairs, drew his sawed-off shotgun and spun around. He didn't have time to aim, so he just pulled the lever out and back and fired from his hip. The blast hit the werewolf in the shoulder and its eyes flared up in pain, teeth gritting. It was the opening the survivor needed – he pulled the lever out again and as it was snapping back into place, Isaac took a quick aim for the head. He pulled the trigger and blasted the wolf-man off the fire escape with a head shot. It crashed into the dumpster below. The soul energy that Isaac's gauntlet drew out of the monster confirmed the kill, but he wasn't paying attention that - he just booked it up the fire escape.
Alchemy: what, were you expecting something else? Right, alchemy. Never ever forget the wonders of alchemy. Specially bullets? Check. Explosives? Check. Healing salve? Double check. Although they don't do the same damage as magic does, the effects can make the difference between a few scratches or a vampire turning you into his next drink.
Isaac holstered the sawed-off, noting that he had to reload it later. He pulled his hunting rifle from his back and clicked off the safety. One werewolf meant more were likely to come. He checked the ammo – silver bullets. Once he got to the top of the fire escape, he broke a window and hoped inside the building. He grabbed a few vials off his belt as he kicked open a door and ran down a hallway. It didn't take long for him to find the door out of the apartment he had just broken into. He heard movement following behind him. Isaac turned around a corner, put some more distance and spun around.
Not even a minute later, another werewolf spun around the corner of the hallway, only to meet a silver bullet in its head. Its head flew back as the feet flew forward and landed on its back, dead. It's soul energy leaped from its chest and sped to Isaac's gauntlet. A second one leaped over the corpse and bounced off the wall towards the survivor. Isaac tossed one of the vials at it. The wolf-man slapped it away and then realized the folly of its instinctive move. The vial exploded in a silver mist and burned the werewolf's arm and face on one side. It howled in pain, and then was shot in the face. It was dead before it hit the ground, it's soul energy already within the gauntlet.
Melee: never go into it willingly, but remember to have options. A good alchemical blade will go a long way. Something small so you can use it if your pinned down. You do not want to be trying to swing that oversized sword around when something is on top of you and wants to go 'om nom nom' on your face.
Isaac didn't get the chance to see it coming, as the wall next to him burst and a greater werewolf came charging at him. He only had time to put his arms in front of him before the monster could slash at him with its claws, and barely at that. The survivor was thrown off his feet and onto his back. The wolf pounced on him, snarling loudly. Isaac reached at his left hip and drew his blade. He could tell that the monster was smiling at him, the type of smile that meant that it was going to eat him in a moment. But the human had no intention of dying there, so he plunged the blade into the creature's side. It howled in pain as Isaac wiggled out of the monsters grip. He grabbed the two vials he had dropped to get his blade and jammed them into the werewolf's mouth. “Eat this!” Isaac kneed the monster's jaw shut. It didn't get a chance to scream in pain as it fell and died. More soul energy was drawn to his gauntlet. The survivor pulled his blade out from the corpse and stabbed in the neck for good measure. He pulled the blade out one last time, cleaned it real quick and sheathed it.
He ruffled through his pockets really quick and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. A quick glance once again reminded him of his bad luck with anything beyond his survival – he was out of smokes. Again. He sighed. “Second time this week.” He opened one of the apartment doors and scoured the living room, finding a pack within a few minutes with a few death sticks. “Bleh, Camel. Oh well, can't be that picky.” Isaac lit up and sat next to a window, watching the rain. He kept his rifle close at hand. Once he finished his smoke break, the man began to head for the ground floor and hoped he could make it to the city gate within the next hour or two.
In case of the end of the world via demons, vampires, werewolves, and other creatures of the night, there are many means of survival. Most of which include running the hell away from it all and letting the professionals, like the Belmonts, deal with the problem. All in all, this is a good idea.
What I do is not a good idea.
Anyone actually trying to survive the Eternal Night knows that going on the offensive will only get you killed. What I am doing is considered suicide. But this is the way it's got to be for me. Don't ask, please.
So, if you actually plan on going on the offensive, there's some guide lines to remember, especially if you're just a normal guy like me...
Isaac found himself running in the rain, outside of the massive wall that protected Fort Vlahia. The plague that the rain brought didn't bother the man, as the wonders of alchemy and minor magicks kept him mostly healthy. He wasn't sure what he was running from, but he knew he needed to put some space between it and him. At least enough that he can figure out what he was about to fire shotgun shells into. Nothing sucked more than wasting ammo on something that can't die by shotgun shells.
Cardio: when the shit storm hit, it was the fat and lazy guys who went down first. Admittedly, it's not easy to run from a werewolf that's barreling down an alley with you in its sights, but it can be done if you play your cards right. That's why being able to run fast is not enough, but jumping, climbing, and generally awesome acrobatics can save your ass.
The survivor saw a dumpster next to a fire escape. Chance! He leaped onto the dumpster and took a dive for the fire escape ladder, grabbing the side bar and spinning around to the other side of the ladder. Whatever that was chasing Isaac face planted hard into the metal ladder bars and bounced off. Isaac climbed up, noting that he was being chased by a werewolf.
Double Tap: always make sure what you've just killed is dead. No matter how much I may preach about conserving ammo, it never hurts to put another shell in its skull. Especially if its a vampire. Or just about anything, really. And even then, be prepared to keep moving.
The wolf-man scrambled to its feet and jumped onto the fire escape, grabbing the railings and climbing up. Isaac, who was barely up a flight of stairs, drew his sawed-off shotgun and spun around. He didn't have time to aim, so he just pulled the lever out and back and fired from his hip. The blast hit the werewolf in the shoulder and its eyes flared up in pain, teeth gritting. It was the opening the survivor needed – he pulled the lever out again and as it was snapping back into place, Isaac took a quick aim for the head. He pulled the trigger and blasted the wolf-man off the fire escape with a head shot. It crashed into the dumpster below. The soul energy that Isaac's gauntlet drew out of the monster confirmed the kill, but he wasn't paying attention that - he just booked it up the fire escape.
Alchemy: what, were you expecting something else? Right, alchemy. Never ever forget the wonders of alchemy. Specially bullets? Check. Explosives? Check. Healing salve? Double check. Although they don't do the same damage as magic does, the effects can make the difference between a few scratches or a vampire turning you into his next drink.
Isaac holstered the sawed-off, noting that he had to reload it later. He pulled his hunting rifle from his back and clicked off the safety. One werewolf meant more were likely to come. He checked the ammo – silver bullets. Once he got to the top of the fire escape, he broke a window and hoped inside the building. He grabbed a few vials off his belt as he kicked open a door and ran down a hallway. It didn't take long for him to find the door out of the apartment he had just broken into. He heard movement following behind him. Isaac turned around a corner, put some more distance and spun around.
Not even a minute later, another werewolf spun around the corner of the hallway, only to meet a silver bullet in its head. Its head flew back as the feet flew forward and landed on its back, dead. It's soul energy leaped from its chest and sped to Isaac's gauntlet. A second one leaped over the corpse and bounced off the wall towards the survivor. Isaac tossed one of the vials at it. The wolf-man slapped it away and then realized the folly of its instinctive move. The vial exploded in a silver mist and burned the werewolf's arm and face on one side. It howled in pain, and then was shot in the face. It was dead before it hit the ground, it's soul energy already within the gauntlet.
Melee: never go into it willingly, but remember to have options. A good alchemical blade will go a long way. Something small so you can use it if your pinned down. You do not want to be trying to swing that oversized sword around when something is on top of you and wants to go 'om nom nom' on your face.
Isaac didn't get the chance to see it coming, as the wall next to him burst and a greater werewolf came charging at him. He only had time to put his arms in front of him before the monster could slash at him with its claws, and barely at that. The survivor was thrown off his feet and onto his back. The wolf pounced on him, snarling loudly. Isaac reached at his left hip and drew his blade. He could tell that the monster was smiling at him, the type of smile that meant that it was going to eat him in a moment. But the human had no intention of dying there, so he plunged the blade into the creature's side. It howled in pain as Isaac wiggled out of the monsters grip. He grabbed the two vials he had dropped to get his blade and jammed them into the werewolf's mouth. “Eat this!” Isaac kneed the monster's jaw shut. It didn't get a chance to scream in pain as it fell and died. More soul energy was drawn to his gauntlet. The survivor pulled his blade out from the corpse and stabbed in the neck for good measure. He pulled the blade out one last time, cleaned it real quick and sheathed it.
He ruffled through his pockets really quick and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. A quick glance once again reminded him of his bad luck with anything beyond his survival – he was out of smokes. Again. He sighed. “Second time this week.” He opened one of the apartment doors and scoured the living room, finding a pack within a few minutes with a few death sticks. “Bleh, Camel. Oh well, can't be that picky.” Isaac lit up and sat next to a window, watching the rain. He kept his rifle close at hand. Once he finished his smoke break, the man began to head for the ground floor and hoped he could make it to the city gate within the next hour or two.
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