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Vampire The Masquerade proper.
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Gibbs doesn't react to vampires being mentioned and just nods as he drives them to Dunwich.
"So, do we just wander around and look for them? I could try tracking them down, but it's a tad draining, if you catch my meaning."
Warren doesn't quite notice the path; too busy staring at the night sky while he's talking.
There is a path in the woods, though there's no assurance it leads to the Carter house.
"Wait, there's a . . ." Warren looks down. "Oh. Cool."
The path is a forest trail at night, which is to say very dark and spooky. You hear skittering in the forest and the occasional hooting of owls and even a bat flies by, presumably to inspire a rich orphan to start his war against crime.
Warren takes the back.
Mark continues. "How deep do you suppose 'deep' is?"
"Lovely."
Mark keeps walking.
As you continue, the forest gets darker and it's harder to see, but there seems to be a dim light forward.
"I hope that's it."
While the light can be seen, it's really hard to see in front of you close up.
"Okay, hold on. This is getting annoying." After a moment, Warren's eyes shine red. "There. Much better. Follow me."
Warren could see much more clearly now and the shape of an old house could be seen. It was rather big and rather old. It was more than a little weird to see a house like that smack-dab in the forest.
Mark follows Warren, since he seems to know what he's doing.
"I imagine so. On the other hand, it's fairly easy to miss if you can't."
As you approached the house, you begin to hear growling, followed by loud and vicious barking followed by a door being kicked open.
"Wazzer racket, Ripper?"
-nevermind, ninja'd-
Warren, being able to see in the dark could see the creature. He was very visibly a vampire, and he was either Gangrel or Nosferatu. He wore worn and faded flannel and jeans that were ripped to accomodate the odd ridges on his arms and legs.
Oh, and he smelled really bad.
"Geddout. I dun take kindly to strangers settin' foot 'ere."
Mark is visibly nervous.
"Um...well, we don't want to intrude. If you'd just answer a question or two, we can be on our way. Won't take but a moment."
The vampire snarled at them. "How'd you even find us here..." he sniffed the air a couple times. "Yer vampires, ain'tcha."