(( sorry man i read your e mail but i am not nor have i ever been good at writing back to ppl. I was waiting to see you in the game to talk to you about it but our paths have not crossed. I didn't mean to screw up your chars back story. the story just needed someone to come and spice it up, so i just made up someone. Again im sorry. Just find me in the game and talk to me i have the time.

(( the person who ever he is has to have knowledge of the sword, and that is only a few ppl. although it could be the NY ppl who i found out the swords hist, or the cappadocians, or any one who has seen you use the poweres in cascadia.

I DIDN'T MEAN TO PISS ANYONE OFF

((it's cool Drain, but you might like to buy Thorpedo a beer... Thorp + beer = Happy Thorp :grin:

lol @ Gabriel

~batty~

((Its cool Drain, I thought you were acting differently, like ignoring my comments and continuing with the char, but now that I knwo how you really whink about this, its cool.
LOL@Bats heh, yeah Thorp loves beer, but that's IC thorp RL Thorp is more of a rum with coke kinda guy (yeah I know its illegal for me to drink that).
Ok Gabe You continue the storyline, or jsut tell em and I'll come up with something.

((heh ok I couldn't wait any longer I have to post. (gabe ya said one day and it has been 2 so then I have the divine Cascadian Message board right to continue the thread lol) ))

Graventhorp looked around (almost jumped actually, his weak still human mind being startled) at the blonde, clean figure with a cell phone in his hand.
"We got trouble."
Thorp rubbed his eyes and looked..the figure had fangs? He took a step back and whipped his head towards the female figure sitting down. She had fangs as well...and some sort of torture kit on her lap...THorp was going to be tortured by this wierd beings!
"Ey! What evil beings are thee?" he mumbled looking for a sword of weapon he could wield.
The 2 figures looked at each other puzzled.
"Graventhorp? Ha... I get it..your joking right?" The male figure took a step forward.
"Stand back wretched fiend!" Graventhorp spat still taking small careful steps back. The fear in his eyes could not have been acted.
"When did your english accent get back...and why are you talking like that?" The female figure stood up and took a step toward him.
Thorp closed his eyes and started to pray, his rapier seemed to be missing, the fiends had probably taken it, and faith was the only weapon he could get.
The female figure halted. "He's praying?" she whispered, perplexed. "Not usual Graventhorp behavior, at all."
The male figure continued to step toward Thorp. "I think I know what's going on here. Listen, Graventhorp...you're kindred...you're not a human...this is the year 2001 and your in Cascadia. I'm Gabriel, and this here is Batgirl. Remember Lupus Mortis? rememebr your sire, Odnan?"
Thorp's eyes flew open at the male figure's first question and seemed to understand more and more as the questiosn flew by him.
"Kindred." He finally whispered and fell to hsi knees his hands to his head.
He looked back up at a staring pair of kindred. kindred, like him. Lupus Mortis had doen this to him, he was in a hotel in Cascadia...he was kindred and this was 2001. And he was kindred.
He stood up and suddenly grew 2 inches and sprouted claw-like fingernails. His eyes turned to an intense yellow that glowed when light shone on them, his arms suddenly grew coarse hair and his beard grew in size and in thickness. His muscles grew beneath hsi tattered clothes and his fnags, HIS fangs, showed even when his mouth closed. Lupus Mortis was now in his hands. He sheathed it and remained silent.
"Thorp?" Batgirl ventured.
"Ya. I'm back." His now raspy beast-like voice responded.

((Another great post man :smile: ))

((WOOT! You had me all ready to embrace you for a second hahahahhaaaa :lol: *ahem* btw, drain is a rum and coke guy too...

~batty~

(( ok ok ill buy the man a rum and coke. Now can someone please pick up the story line.

"Thorp?" Batgirl ventured.
"Ya. I'm back." His now raspy beast-like voice responded.
"Good. Don't do that again." she directed her attention back to the items on her lap.
"I said we had bad news... or aren't either of you interested??" said Gabriel exasperated.
"oh aye... the call... what was it Gabriel?"

Two sets of kindred eyes stared at the Ventrue...

((bring it on..... I don't know what "it" is but I'm sure someone will think of something lol :grin:

~batty~

((great posts guys, right now i'm at school, i've got a History class today and i'm meeting my g/f for lunch. but i should be home in the afternoon, i'll post then okay? so just have patience

Graventhorp was back to his Gangrel self, it was evident by the lingering odor that had begun to permeate around the room. Gabriel sighed and looked him over once more to be sure. He would seem to be your ordinary everyday smelly Gangrel.
"Like I said," the Ventrue said softly, "we've got trouble." The Gangrel raised an eyebrow inquisitively. The Former Prince's dark robe shifted as he sat foward in her chair.
"What KIND of trouble Gabriel?"
"That was one of my Ghoul's. I've stationed him on the outskirts of the city at an Exxon (tm). Apparently a big rig pulled in about an hour ago and started to ask several strange questions."
"Like what?" Graventhorp said coarsely. He threw back his beer and glanced at Gabriel.
"He was looking for you mutt." Gabriel retorted. He slipped his cell phone into his pocket and sighed, pushing past Graventhorp and moving to the window. The city looked dark from his vantage points. Something almost seemed to be blocking the lights of the buildings, like a shroud....
"Well what did he look like?" Thorp asked from behind Gabriel. The Ventrue gave a brief description of the man.
"Shit...." Graventhorp interjected. The Former Prince glanced up at him. The color had drained from his face. "Sounds like someone I know...or did at one time. If that's true, we'd better lay low for awhile."
Gabriel was not listening however. He was staring out the window directly below the hotel. Far below, in the black street in front of the hotel, a big rig had pulled to a stop. Gabriel watched in horror as the door swung open a figure emerged. The valet whom Gabriel had personally hired walked out to protest.
The figure grabbed the valet by the neck and hurled him over his shoulder into the trailer of the truck. A dark stain marked the impact, Gabriel could only assume it was the valets brain matter. A mixture of fears welled up in his throat. The Masquerade was in peril...and this man meant business.
"Lets go." Gabriel said closing the curtains and wheeling around on his heel.
"But we just got here Gabriel..." the Former Prince nearly whispered.
"So has Graventhorp's friend...now LETS go!" Gabriel picked up Lupus Mortis and headed towards the door. A vice like grip landed on his shoulder. He turned his head and saw the Gangrel out of the corner of his eye.
"I'll carry the sword Blue-Blood." Gabriel tossed the sword over his shoulder and threw the door open.
"Okay okay, lets just MOVE..."

((okay here's the deal....something big and bad is commin from the ground floor. can't go out the normal way...figure something out, btw that thing is NOT Lincoln according to Thorp so figure it out whoever continues

((Post-mistake alert! post-mistake alert!! Gabriel could've NOT picked up Lupus Mortis for 2 reasons:.
a) Thorp sheathed it (read me last post) as soon as he turned back. and
b) Lupus Mortis can only be touched by Gangrel GABRIEL WOULD'VE BEEN SCORCHED AND BURNED BY IT!
Thank you.))

"Wait!" Thorp spat at the retrating figure of Gabriel. "We can't fight him, not here, not now. He's too strong and Masquerade would be fucked. All juice-bags in the fucking hotel would hear or even see the fight, and no we could not conceal the fuckin fight."
Gabriel looked at the City Gangrel,
"Window?"
Graventhorp's brain reeled. "Aye, but not all the way down we jump to a nearby rooftop or something." He turned to the Cappadocian "Batsyou can use Plague Wind? right?"
THe Cappadocian nodded and was about to say something when the Deputy Sheriff interrupted her
"Spray it on the whole fucking room, best way to cover the scents, don't want him to smell a human was in there, namely me."
Batgirl nodded, she had never seen Graventhorp that way, barking orders, but he knew the enemy and he was clearly scared.
"ok, this window should do!" Gabriel called from the window he had been looking out from, a shorter building's rooftop was at jumping distance.
"Ok, gabe ya and me jump at the smae time, window's wide 'nough. Bats you spray the wind as soon as we jump and then jump yerself, if ya can use celerity, do."
A scream rose from somewhere in the hotel, he was near.Lergnag was here, THorp had not seen the gangrel in 500 years...those were not happy memories.
As soon as Batgirl heard the crash of the window's crystal as both kindred jumped, she spread her Plague wind as wide as she could and actually spread it three times. Thinking that should be enough she jumped thourgh the hoel already in the crystal and alnded with grace at the rooftop below, nearly 600m away.
"Good, lets run, different ways we'll meet in Eylsium in 4 hours, ok?" Thorp greeted Batgirl, Gabe had obviosuly already ran ahead.
2Ok, but you have some explaining to do, mutt" the Cappadocian muttered and ran for the far side of the rooftop, preparing to jump for the next one some meters away.
Thorp stood sieltn for a few seconds and then jumped down and walked towards the hotle entrance. If he was going to die he was not taking hsi friends with him, and he would not run.

((600 metres?? that's 1800 feet ffs! wow! lol :grin:

She ran across the rooftop towards a fire escape on the far side. "No too obvious" she thought to herself. She looked to the next building, willing her blood to speed her pace once more and leapt to the next rooftop, landing with a dull thud. She spotted an exit sign and another fire escape. Glancing between to the two options she chose the fire escape and made her way carefully down the narrow metal ladders. Plague wind, though incredibly useful, took much of her blood to cast and she had cast it three times. She calculated the blood spent on celerity and realised her next meal needed to be within an hour.

The fire escape brought her into a dark alley between the buildings and she took a moment to rest there and gather her thoughts. She couldn't hear or sense either Gabriel or Thorp but she trusted they were already further away than she was now. She checked her pocket watch... four hours to get to the Elysium. But what if this nemesis arrived at the Elysium too? She exhaled deeply though without need. Before venturing any further she looked up to the sky, hoping the stars would tell her which way to go but the dense cloud cover betrayed her.

"Well come on feet..." she said half-heartedly and pulled her cloak over her eyes before turning left into the street....

~batty~

Gabriel stood atop the rooftop of the building next to the hotel. It was empty and barren except for the door leading down into the building's interior. He opened the door and flew down the flights of stairs in a blur.
He emerged onto the sidewalk and took a moment to allow the potent blood to cool. When his body had returned to normal conditions he walked quietly towards the hotel entrance. No figure was going to overturn his hotel.
He stepped into the lobby and was met with a stark image. Blood lined the walls and corpses lay strewn across the once lavish room. The blue carpet was darker in places where blood had seeped into the carpet. The reception desk was empty and barren aside from a few claw marks.
Gabriel could immediantly smell Gangrel all around him. He started fowards and stopped immediantly as he heard an ear shattering crash. He whirled towards the noise, instinctively yanking his sword from it's resting place beneath his coat. He would not use guns here...the cost would be tremendous.
A blur shot through the room and Gabriel had a difficult time tracking it with his eyes. 'My God,' he thought, 'it must be incredibly fast.' The blur shot up the elevator shaft. Gabriel went up the stairwell, allowing time to slow and his muscles to quicken once again.
A scream rang out that caused Gabriel's skin to crawl. It was Graventhorp...he had met his adversary.....

((do it to it

((Excellent, ok cool, this post will begin before after Gabe's post and maybe even continue after it, dunno, depends on me mood, lol ok I'll shut my OOC self now))

Graventhorp halted before the hotel's entrance, like pausing before the treshold of hell. He took ina deep breath and entered.
The lobby could've easily been mistaken by a tornado zone, there were human corpses almost everwhere, he could smell blood and gun powder...he could also smell a scent he had not received in 500 years...Lergnag.
His heavy-duty boots crushed crystal on the floor, he wasn't trying at all to be stealthy, that would only slow down the inevitable. As soon as his his foot crushed crystal a blur ran down the stairs and halted. Revealing itself.
"My, my. It's the man himself, Graventhorp of Fucksley. Or was it Fagsley?" His voice was more animal than human, his fangs ended a good two inches under his lower lip, ended in very sharp bloody points. He was wearing a leather jacket on a naked chest, a fur-covered naked chest. His legs were covered in ripped jeans and his feet in Nikes.
"Nice rags, from who did ya steal 'em?" Thorp thought he made a good job concealing the fear in his voice, at least he thought so. He had plenty of fear indeed, Lergang was almost as old as Odnan had been, and perhaps even stronger. He had last seen him before The Event. The Event, with capital letters, was Thorp's most obscure secret, the reason for his 700 year old body being as strong as a 300 year old one.
"So it IS true, you turned, you became a City Wolf." Thorp could swear that Lergnag's voice made the crystal pieces on the floor tremble.
"Ayuh. I did. But 'nough small chat, whut the fuck ya doin' in my city?" What Thorp was not trying to conceal was his anger.
"Ahhh, well, you. I seek thee." Lergang smiled.
"Whut? Ya crossed the fucking ocean to kill me?"
"Aye. To kill thee, and to get some information." Lergang responded in that wierd mix of ancient and modern English his menacing voice spoke.
Thorp removed his sunglasses, hsi yellow eyes glinting at the almost total darkness,, the only light was a turned over lamp on the front desk, all other light-sources were smashed.
"Whut?"
"May I please know where Xgrath is?"
The City Gangrel's neck hairs stood up at the mentioning of Odnan's other childe, another character in The Event.
"What? Are thou staying silent? Are you concealing the data?" Lernag raised a furry clawed hand at his head's heigt, palm forward, "Mutt's honor. I will make your death quick if you tell me. Otherwise..."
Thorp raised an eyebrow "otherwise whut?"
"Well, I can either get the information from thou in other ways, or just make your last hours seem like centuries, pain beyond your wildest dreams."
The Deputy Sherriff had no doubt the creature could, and would, fulfill his menace.
"Well, yer gonna find more resistance than you thought.." With that he produced Lupus Mortis, its blade seemingly giving its own light.
Lergang's blood-red eyes glinted. "YOU have it?" He let a heart-stopping laugh no horror movie could ever imitate leave his throat. "This is going to be like taking blood from an elder." Lergang whispered. Graventhorp realized he used the sentence like anyone else would say "like taking candy from a baby".
With that hell was unleashed.
The blows were so many and so quick that Thorp was bloody and wounded before he realized Lergnag was not where he had been standing. He moved as fast as he could and still felt the creature's claws lash at him, wounding him.
Lergnag was surprised, he was obviosuly toying with the whelp, but still he evaded some blows skillfully and even managed to scratch him with The Sword.
The fight was taken upstairs when Thorp's body made a hole in the ceiling and Lergnag leaped through it and kicked him before he would hit the next ceiling, accomplishing the task of breaking the second floor elevator doors. Thorp let out a pained and bloody scream ((same one Gabe heard)).
There was only one way. One chance.
He slowly, and barely stood up and stared at Lergnag, who stood next to the hole in the floor smiling, no unhealed wounds in him whatsoever.
Thorp raised Lupus Mortis with both hands and pressed his forehead to the blade. He then let The Beast free.

((ok that would mean he's going Garou. Now remmebr Thorp's gonna be pissed and ina strong frenzy, he would not know ally from foe.))

She continued walking along the street. Within a minute she realised she was going the wrong way, the neon lights of the Tower Hotel glowed like a beacon.
"Dammit!" she spat moving into the shadows. Thorp and Gabriel were no doubt miles away now and instead she was almost right back where they started!

Suddenly a teenage boy appeared at her side.
"Missus you got a dollar?"
She looked at him carefully, his oversized Levi jeans and torn WCW tshirt spelt dinner to her.
"hmmmm, it isn't safe to beg from strangers... you might meet your death if you don't chose carefully!" He shrugged at her response. "aah alright, but just one dollar, come over here and I'll give it to you" She glanced around her with kindred senses, he was alone like a rabbit in a field and she was the fox.

Walking deeper into the shadows she began to fumble with her satchel and the boy stood by eagerly, probably thinking of ways to spend the pittance she promised him.

Without warning she seized him roughly - he was dead on the ground moments later, his blood staining her lips.

Immerging from the shadows a moment later, she looked back at the Hotel and the yellow taxi cab that was parked in the front. "My chariot awaits" she laughed and started to walk towards it...

~batty~