by darkknight61189 » Tue Jul 14, 2009 11:05 pm
Susie's sides burned, but she had to keep running. She called out to her father to help her, but he could do nothing to save her now. She felt more than saw a shadow fly over her, and she quickly ducked into a side alley, hoping to lose him in the twisting passageways of Louisiana's side streets. Since the passing of Hurrican Katrina, there were a lot of passages that were blocked off, but she knew exactly where to run, which directions were the right and wrong ones. The rod she held in her hand twisted and turned in her hand, one of the few things left to her by her father. Unfortunately, it wasn't going to save her. Finally, she emerged from the side alleys onto a street, across from a cemetary. She could hear footsteps, slow and methodical, walking towards her, though the footsteps were gaining on her faster than they ought to. She ran into the street, missing a few wildly honking cars by a few inches, then hopped the fence and ran into the cemetary. She could hear the blood pumping in her ears.
Susie stopped at the center of the cemetary, raised a wand with a nasty shrunken head on it in the air, and shouted "Rise on the Authority of The Baron!" The ground all around the cemetary stirred, and from the graves rose a dozen zombies, the smell of fresh dirt and old death permeating the air. The zombies began to walk forward and a decent clip. A fog began to fall over the cemetary giving it an ominous feel. Within minutes, minutes that seemed to be like hours for Susie as she intently peered into the fog, the fog was so thick that she lost sight of her undead following. Then, she heard the sounds of combat, the sound of metal beating against barely yielding flesh. The sound was sickening, but Susie held her ground, again wishing her father could, for once in her, be there for her. She could hear and feel her followers falling to the steady fall of steel. She was about to run again when she felt something behind her. She spun only to see a shadow out of the corner of her in the fog. She spun more, frantically attempting to see her assailant, but she was always just barely too slow.
Then there came a sudden explosion behind her as she was hit by the attacker. She fell to the floor, dropping the wand. She held onto consciousness just long enough to see the man, his eyes sunken and dark, dressed in a black trenchcoat with a number of trinkets that she recognized as being from a number of different pantheons hanging from the inside of the coat. The man bent over her and whispered in a soothing voice, "You were not the first, and you will not be the last. Good bye, God-born."
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Time for my first foray into board GMing. You will be assuming the role of a Scion, or progeny, of a god of either the Egyption, Greek, Norse, Aztec, Voodoo or Japanese pantheons. The system is very new, publishing starting in 2007, so there aren't many auxilliary books, nor other pantheons. If you want to you can try and come up with another god, but you'll have to talk to me about it. Get in touch with me via AIM to get a copy of the core rulebook if you're interested.