By Dave and Kim Seward (sewaka67@telenet.net)
"These are the replacements I ordered?"
"Yes, Regent, are they not satisfactory?" asked the clerk.
"No, no they are fine."
"Sir if I may ask?"
"Yes?"
"What happened at the New York Necropoli?"
"We were over run. We needed fresh weapons and men, but received little."
"I received that requesition. I didn't see any men ordered."
"Mind your tongue! Do not question your betters." said the Butcher of New York. "Some battles are won, some lost. If I had had better men I could have won." He turned back to the balcony and shouted to his men.
"Who are you?!"
"We are the Grim!" they shouted in unison.
"Where are your weapons?!"
"We have brought our weapons!"
"Where are they?!"
"I have brought my weapon and my weapon is me!" they began to chant like some insane mantra.
Regent Deter "Butcher of New York" began to laugh. These men would be fine just fine.
These wraiths are more than murderers; they are cops, soldiers, and victims. They find diversity in their ranks and a common bond in their loyalty to the Hierarchy.
System: Roll Strength+Outrage diff 7 each success adds one die of damage. This is for one hit only. If the wraith wishes to use this art again he must strike and hit his target and then use the art and pay it's costs. This art costs 2 pathos and 1 willpower.
You hold a high rank in your Necropoli. This is due to your many years of service to your legion. 1 pt for Centurion/ 2pt for Marshal/ 3 pt for Regent.
The Butchers' Men: This circle of Regents is headed by Deter of NY. They lead the legion's war against its enemies. Its tactics can be costly, but they often lead to victory.
There he was taught by the current Deathlord, Hannibal, politics and military tactics. He learned quickly and Hannibal was impressed by the young man, although a little concerned about his anger. In 1629 he was called to the Deathlord's private chamber. Here Hannibal took off his mask, and instructed him to act as Deathlord until he returned. He accepted and Hannibal left that night undetected. It's been three hundred years since Hannibal left, and there has been no sign of his return. Which is just fine with the Smiling Lord.
Cirroc has made many changes in the legion since Hannibal's departure. He feels that its his legion now, and would fight to keep it should Hannibal ever return.
Opposed: Silent, Paupers
Neutral: Iron, Penitent, Emerald, Fate
Paupers: Lapdogs of the Quiet Lord! We would respect them if they had any balls.
Emerald: They're good fighters, but they have too much life type crap to deal with. Get over it, you're dead.
Iron: They serve their purpose and stay out of our way. I like them okay.
Gaunt: They understand our position and join us in leadership. We serve each other and that is good.
Penitent: Their madness makes them erratic. They serve the Hierarchy well, so I can't complain.
Fate: So many rumors about them. If we were investigate every one, we'd be here forever.
Renegades: Hateful terrrorists! Either they convert or they are sent to the forges.
Heretics: Religious idiots. As long as they stay out of our way . . .
Transcendence: It is illegal to believe in transcendence. If you try to engage me in this conversation again I will be forced to arrest you.