Café de Nuit

Laying flat on his back, the world suddenly having shrunk to a peripheral state, he blinks. Tears of pain sting his one eye, which is by now already swollen shut, and with the other he finds it hard to focus on anything but the raging heavens above. Why were they angered so? What wrong, what sin did...

Hearing the creature roar in pain, Stocker knows that at least one of the group has also engaged it in battle. He grins and begins to run, circling right and back towards the monstrosity... ((Essentially running a circle, Stocker is going to try and hamstring the thing, then continue his run and dis...

Despite the grimness of the situation, considering that Avra was blasted over the edge of the clift, Stocker smiles to the beast. It isn't a humourous smile, but one of sheer defiance. "It's you and I!!", he shouts to the creature, but instead of confronting it he vanishes forward and left...

Having backtracked the bridge, Stocker dashes forward to receive and double cover Alain as he races towards the bridge with the little girl in his arms. ((Total Defence.)) That's two... He peers through the heavy sleet, from the hideous creature's blurred form to that of Avra's. This guy is complete...

Carefully following the group along the icy bridge, Stocker looks up as Tavian shouts his warning. Turning, squinting, he sees the horrid shape grow larger, as it lumbers forward through the still falling sleet. "Holy...!" It is at this moment that he identifies the three other shapes, and...

I was just touching up on some Richemulot history in Gazetteer III, when I found myself re-reading the Secret Society entry on page 103. I read it once, then I found myself reading it again as something that I couldn't quite place just clicked in my head. Then, going through a few of my non-Ravenlof...

The ground stopped moving, but then came the blizzard. Squinting his eyes he watches as the others make their way towards the bridge and become vague shadows as they venture deeper into the heavy storm. He curses. Now was not the best of times to cross such a sketchy bridge, as it seems that even th...

no worries. I am rather busy of late so I applaud ANYBODy who can take a leadership role. Because I don't have the time for the game to start thinking out careful strategies and serving as an example... That, and I don't picture my character doing that for any length of time. :) I hear ya. Me? I tr...

"What the...?!" He wants to move his feet, and is about to, when he realises that because he is anchoring Tavian he cannot. Instead, he grits his teeth and tries to muscle through the pain, for flight is currently not an option to him. The safety of Tavian is paramount to such a selfish co...

Guys, FYI, I'm not trying to take over the leader role in the group. Stocker may come across as mister know-it-all or arguably bossy, but this is only because he is "in his element". Take him out of survival mode, which hopefully we'll all still be around to eventually see ( :wink: ), and ...

"Map a town?" He looks almost confused. "Hm." Shaking the thoughts from his head, he looks to Tavian and grins his approval. No fear...right on. Once the little man seems content with his harness, Stocker nods, his thoughts almost echoing Shana's. "All right then, let's do t...

Stocker turns to Nicolas and pauses a moment to digest the man's thoughts. "Maybe, but who outside of us knows of our real goal? I mean, outside of helping Lodissio here," he thumbs the wrapped satyr with a brief glance "I don't even know what's going on. I just happened upon a rather...

He smirks as he watches the rock bounce and fall, and his little test fail.

A clown without his makeup. Oh well...

He nods at Alain's thoughts.

"Agreed. Good idea."

Stocker approaches the sketchy bridge and squats to one knee to inspect the ground for both fresh and partial tracks. But upon hearing Shana's remark, he raises an eyebrow and turns to look at her. "If that were the case, then I can't help but wonder as to the reason why somebody would go out o...

Rolling his shoulder with a slight wince, Stocker looks from Tavian to Alain. One wants to go ahead and cross the bridge, while the other wants to avoid it completely. Personally, he thinks that where there is a bridge then its builder is, or was , somewhere close by. Rubbing his chin (by now anybod...