A sharp breeze was blowing through the old churchyard, whistling and howling as it swept through the dry, skeletal branches of the overgrown trees. Far below, the distant lights of the town flickered and ebbed along the river estuary, weak and distant in the cold light of dawn as the first tendrils of light crawled softly across the hill-line overhead. Beneath the harsh cacophony of the wind brushing through the trees above, one could make out the mournful dirge of police sirens echoing along the river bank, the drunken laughter of partygoers returning late from one of the town’s many nightclubs, brash and incoherent in the morning’s still air.
Reflexively, almost without thinking, the man glanced down to check his watch. 4:35 AM. Within a few meagre hours the town would be rousing itself to life once more: shrill, screeching alarms startling bleary-eyed office workers from sleep’s oblivion and into the rigours of the ascendant week, newspapers would be delivered, shops and businesses would fling their doors open across town once more in anticipation of another morning’s brisk business and the minutiae of daily life would go on. Time enough once he was gone. The figure chuckled softly- or perhaps it was a sob- and scurried off into the alley below, the ragged tails of his tattered coat dancing lightly in the breeze.
Behind him, suspended loosely from the twisted bough of one of the cemetery’s tallest trees a body was hanging, crook-necked, its fall arrested by the rough coil of hemp suspended around its neck and looped several times around the branch above. Spun by a sudden caprice of the wind, a bruised, purple face was revealed beneath the tangled mass of auburn hair, eyes bulging vacantly into the night’s cold air. The corpse’s left foot twitched erratically, stirring against the breeze; something had been cut into her exposed midriff, barely legible beneath the sticky mess of congealing blood which coated the wound.
The night would soon be over, the worst of the deep darkness long since past, and the killer fled into the pale light of dawn. The wind overhead babbled and howled with the vigour of a thousand insatiable voices, twisting and splintering the trees’ dry bones with its passage. A storm was brewing in the hills overhead, and there would be a heavy rain to fall before its fury was spent.
It’s been a while since I last ran a game of my own on the boards, and I’ve been kicking around a few ideas for a while… so here goes.
I’m looking for 4-6 players who can commit to posting at least once a week for a game of supernatural horror. If everyone involved in a scene has posted before the end of the week then I’ll update more often.
We’ll be using the new World of Darkness rule set, but
no previous experience with the Storyteller system is required. If anyone’s unfamiliar with the rules then I can easily guide you through character generation (it’s really a lot simpler than D&D). Alternatively, if you’d prefer, I could just stat up your character for you.
Descriptive posts are strongly preferred, but I’m not expecting anything novel length (though if you want to, then that’s great
). Please try to avoid one liners.
More information to follow once I have some idea of interest.