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The village in the marsh

The PC’s are retainers for a local lord and they are tasked to travel to the village of east proctor to determine if the rumors of it being plague free are true and if so why.

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Character Spotlight : Abraham Setrakian

Abraham Setrakian was born in Armenia but raised in Romania. His bubbeh (grandmother) told him stories of the strigoi, or vampires, specifically Jusef Sardu, a Polish nobleman with gigantism who mysteriously became one of the undead during a hunting trip with family. When Abraham was eighteen (during the second World War), his family was driven from their home by the Germans and sent to their Treblinka extermination camp in Poland. Before being captured, after urging her grandson to run from the Nazis, his beloved grandmother commits suicide after Abraham keeps her from turning herself in.
Incarcerated in the Treblinka camp, Setrakian works as a carpenter (since he was trained as one). While awake late at night, Abraham notices a massive and shadowy figure feeding on the sick and elderly. Because the creature uses a massive cane with a wolf’s head like his grandmother told him about Sardu, he quickly deduces that this is the monster his grandmother warned him about. After weeks of planning, the young man makes a silver-bladed knife (as silver is harmful to vampires) and attempts to draw the monster to him by pricking his finger and drawing blood. The powerful strigoi outwits Abraham and after mocking his Jewish religious beliefs, cripples his hands. After the vampire flees from the rising sun to his lair in the woods, Setrakian is found on the floor and taken to be killed. Luckily, the imprisoned people start an uprising and Setrakian manages to escape with the help of his fellow prisoners. The Master’s Lair Setrakian suspected that the Master was hiding in ancient Roman ruins outside of the camp’s forest, which he had heard about from other prisoners. While attempting to avoid searching German officers, Setrakian locates the lair in which he suspects the Master is hiding. Inside the dark ruins, Setrakian locates the vampire’s massive coffin but the monster was not in sight. A now turned German officer named Dieter Zimmer (described as a “true sadist”) attacks Setrakian but the young vampire Hunter manages to kill him with a wooden stake
When the now elderly and vengeful vampire hunter hears about the “dead” airplane landing at New York City’s (where he runs a pawnshop) JFK airport, Setrakian believes this to be the work of the Master. After looking at the autopsies and confirming this to be a vampire outbreak, Setrakian attempts to get CDC officials Ephraim Goodweather and Nora Martinez to help and tells them to destroy the bodies. Initially, they do not believe him and he is arrested for disturbing the peace. While in jail, Setrakian meets a young Mexican thief named Augustin “Gus” Elizalde and his ill friend Felix. After hearing Gus’s story of how Felix got injured and why they are in jail, Abraham tells him that the man they killed was a vampire and that Felix is infected and must be killed. Before they can talk further, Gus and Felix are moved to another facility. Soon Dr. Goodweather and Dr. Martinez come to the jail to speak to Setrakian and free him, since they have now encountered the strigoi for themselves. Since Abraham has disciples and freedom, he takes them to his pawnshop in order to educate them on the strain that they are dealing with. He shows them his vampire-hunting armory within his basement and tells them about the Ancients, the original seven vampires (The Master being one of them).
STR 39% CON 41% SIZ 65% DEX 34% APP 45%
INT 90% POW 85% EDU 99% LUCK 75%
Hit Points (14)
Move 3 Damage Bonus 0 Build 0
Sanity (85) Magic Pts (17)

Name Skill Damage Base Range USE
Silver Sword cane of Jusef Sardu Fighting(Sword) 1D6+DB*** Touch 1
*** = Does maximum damage to Strigoi or any creature with a weakness of silver

Appraise (60%)
Art/Craft (Wood Carving) (50%)
History (50%)
Library Use (70 % )
Other Language (Romanian) (99%)
Other Language (English) (99%)
Other Language (Latin) (50%)
Intimidate (60%)
Spot Hidden (69%)
Occult (70%)
Lore (Strigoi) (65%)**
Credit Rating (60%)
Sword (65%)
Pistol (65%)
Medicine (68%)
Dodge (40%)

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Archaeologists in Poland made a startling discovery: a group of vampire graves

Archaeologists in Poland believe they’ve made a startling discovery: a group of vampire graves.The graves were discovered during the construction of a roadway near the Polish town of Gliwice, where archaeologists are more accustomed to finding the remains of World War II soldiers, according to The Telegraph.But instead of soldiers, the graves contained skeletons whose heads had been severed and placed on their legs. This indicated to the archaeologists that the bodies had been subject to a ritualized execution designed to ensure the dead stayed dead, The Telegraph reports. By keeping the head separated from the body, according to ancient superstition, the “undead” wouldn’t be able to rise from the grave to terrorize the living. Decapitation was one way of achieving that; another way was hanging the person by a rope attached to the neck until, over time, the decaying body simply separated from the head.There were other, equally bizarre ways of dealing with vampire burials, according to research published by forensic anthropologist Matteo Borrini. He cites the case of a woman who died during a 16th-century plague in Venice, Italy. The woman was apparently buried with a brick wedged tightly in her open mouth, a popular medieval method of keeping suspected vampires from returning to feed on the blood of the living. The woman’s grave might be the earliest known vampire burial ever found.Hers was a typical case of an accusation of vampirism following some calamity, such as a plague or a devastating crop failure. Accusing an individual of being a vampire was a not-uncommon way of finding a scapegoat for an otherwise unexplained disaster.In other cases, the body of a suspected vampire might be staked to the ground, pinning the corpse into place with a stake made of metal or wood. In 2012, archaeologists in Bulgaria found two skeletons with iron rods piercing their chests, indicating they may have been considered vampires.The practice of decapitating the bodies of suspected vampires before burial was common in Slavic countries during the early Christian era, when pagan beliefs were still widespread.In fact, their belief in vampires stemmed from both superstition about death and lack of knowledge about decomposition. Most vampire stories of history tend to follow a certain pattern where an individual or family dies of some unfortunate event or disease; before science could explain such deaths, the people chose to blame them on “vampires.”Villagers have also mistaken ordinary decomposition processes for the supernatural. “For example, though laypeople might assume that a body would decompose immediately, if the coffin is well sealed and buried in winter, putrefaction might be delayed by weeks or months; intestinal decomposition creates bloating which can force blood up into the mouth, making it look like a dead body has recently sucked blood,” writes LiveScience’s Bad Science columnist Benjamin Radford. “These processes are well understood by modern doctors and morticians, but in medieval Europe were taken as unmistakable signs that vampires were real and existed among them.”There’s no consensus yet on when the bodies found in Poland were buried. According to Jacek Pierzak, one of the archaeologists on the site, the skeletons were found with no jewelry, belt buckles, buttons or any other artifacts that might assist in providing a burial date.

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A Zombie Tale

A piece of fiction by Timothy Goss

This is how the world will end.….
This is how the world will end.….
not with a bang, but a whim­per. — Author name unknown

I woke up and looked around my bar­ren room,it was dark and the blinds were closed tight block­ing the sun from enter­ing at all. I fum­bled out of bed and grabbed my lime green ipod and a smoke and headed out of my room. I slip the ipod on and crank up the vol­ume as Cheap Trick fills my ears,deafening the moans from out­side. I pull back the blinds and slide the glass door open and step onto my 2nd floor patio. On the ground below,they mass..a sea of rot­ting corpses glar­ing up at me with eyes the color of frozen meat grasp­ing upwards not real­iz­ing that I am beyond thier reach. I light my smoke and sit down on a lawn chair, it was one of a set that my wife pur­chased for us months before. I still have her’s setup and on the chair I have a pic­ture of her and our son. They were vis­it­ing fam­ily when the inci­dent hap­pened. My brother in law, being a cop made sure they got to a “safe” zone. They are safe and with fam­ily.. I am here alone,cause I had to work. Draw­ing deeply on the cig again, I reach behind me and grab a empty glass bot­tle and toss it at a name­less corpse below,shattering on impact the corpse looked around for a few sec­onds then resumed its mind­less grasp­ing.


It’s not that bad actu­ally, I have enough food for a few days here and some stored in the apart­ment next door. Access­ing the apart­ments on the sec­ond floor was sim­ple.. made a block­ade on the stairs which even the most nim­ple of per­son would have a hard­time with. The sound on my ipod began to dim.. I should recharge this soon.. I stand and make my way back to my bedroom..and slid back into bed.I woke up to a strange sound, my phone was actu­ally ringing..I grabbed the phone and clicked it on. “Hello?” I asked “This is the Par­adise vil­lage school dis­trict” the voice responded on the other end… I threw the phone across the room.. I hate auto­mated mes­sages! the phone broke as it smashed against the wall.. a few sec­onds later, it dawned on me.… if the auto­mated mes­sage came through that meant the phones were work­ing still! the dis­cov­ery turned to despair as I real­ized I broke my only work­ing phone.… I stood and stretched,an anger build­ing inside me.. I destroyed my only chance of mak­ing con­tact with the out­side world.I decided to go back to bed,sleep is my only activ­ity I have left.

I could barely sleep at all, I dreamt of my wife and son being ripped apart by a horde of rav­en­ous corpses,I could hear her scream as they removed her innards..its not like it is in the hor­ror movies, its a gur­gling sound a liq­uidy slop­ping sound. The images flash in my minds eye when I close my eyes,people run­ning in all direc­tions scream­ing as the panic & fear over­takes them. I find myself star­ing out from my patio as the day slowly becomes twi­light and still they mass below sham­ble to and fro glar­ing at me..as if they were say­ing “soon.. you can­not last longer…soon you will be what we need..you will be one of us, we have all the time in the world..do you?”. My Ipod lost it’s charge hours ago and I have no real way of charg­ing it..my son took his charger when he went with his mother. I light a smoke and look up at the sky and won­der, is this part of his plan? is this some sick test? as if he answered, I hear a thud against my door. I stand and make my way to the door, I press my eye against the peep hole and strain to see what made the noise.. It was my wife..or what was left of her.…her skin was ashen and her jaw was slacked. her lips were blood encrusted,as where her hands as she slammed them against the door. trem­bling, I reach for the lock remem­ber­ing what my brother in law said when he called “there was no time to save them” he muttered..as I slamed down phone break­ing it.. The phone cut deep into my hand as it splintered..but the wound doesn’t bother me much… My wife is home…soon my son should be also..then we will be a fam­ily again.… as I turned the knob slowly I smiled as I said “wel­come home…I missed you”.… I threw my arms around my wife hug­ging her close I barely felt her teeth bite deep into my neck.…. then the world went dark.…
“reports came in today from Par­adise Vil­lage, were the police and the national guard dis­patched a horde of the undead. As the police searched the sur­round­ing homes, they came across one apart­ment with 3 zeds found within. They were sit­ting on the patio star­ing out.

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The Axeman of New Orleans

The Axeman of New Orleans was an American serial killer active in New Orleans, Louisiana (and surrounding communities, including Gretna), from May 1918 to October 1919. The Axeman was not caught or identified, and his crime spree stopped as mysteriously as it had started. The murderer’s identity remains unknown to this day, although various possible identifications of varying plausibility have been proposed. On March 13, 1919, a letter purporting to be from the Axeman was published in newspapers saying that he would kill again at 15 minutes past midnight on the night of March 19, but would spare the occupants of any place where a jazz band was playing. That night all of New Orleans’ dance halls were filled to capacity, and professional and amateur bands played jazz at parties at hundreds of houses around town. There were no murders that night.Many media outlets sensationalized this aspect of the crimes, even suggesting Mafia involvement despite lack of evidence. Some crime analysts have suggested that the killings were related to sex, and that the murderer was perhaps a sadist specifically seeking female victims. Criminologists Colin and Damon Wilson hypothesize that the Axeman killed male victims only when they obstructed his attempts to murder women, supported by cases in which the woman of the household was murdered but not the man.

The Axeman’s letter

Hell, March 13, 1919Esteemed Mortal of New Orleans:The Axeman

They have never caught me and they never will. They have never seen me, for I am invisible, even as the ether that surrounds your earth. I am not a human being, but a spirit and a demon from the hottest hell. I am what you Orleanians and your foolish police call the Axeman.

When I see fit, I shall come and claim other victims. I alone know whom they shall be. I shall leave no clue except my bloody ax, besmeared with blood and brains of he whom I have sent below to keep me company.If you wish you may tell the police to be careful not to rile me. Of course, I am a reasonable spirit. I take no offense at the way they have conducted their investigations in the past. In fact, they have been so utterly stupid as to not only amuse me, but His Satanic Majesty, Francis Josef, etc. But tell them to beware. Let them not try to discover what I am, for it were better that they were never born than to incur the wrath of the Axeman. I don’t think there is any need of such a warning, for I feel sure the police will always dodge me, as they have in the past. They are wise and know how to keep away from all harm.Undoubtedly, you Orleanians think of me as a most horrible murderer, which I am, but I could be much worse if I wanted to. If I wished, I could pay a visit to your city every night. At will I could slay thousands of your best citizens (and the worst), for I am in close relationship with the Angel of Death.Now, to be exact, at 12:15 (earthly time) on next Tuesday night, I am going to pass over New Orleans. In my infinite mercy, I am going to make a little proposition to you people. Here it is:I am very fond of jazz music, and I swear by all the devils in the nether regions that every person shall be spared in whose home a jazz band is in full swing at the time I have just mentioned. If everyone has a jazz band going, well, then, so much the better for you people. One thing is certain and that is that some of your people who do not jazz it out on that specific Tuesday night (if there be any) will get the axe.Well, as I am cold and crave the warmth of my native Tartarus, and it is about time I leave your earthly home, I will cease my discourse. Hoping that thou wilt publish this, that it may go well with thee, I have been, am and will be the worst spirit that ever existed either in fact or realm of fancy.
–The Axeman

The Axe Man 

STR 60 CON 80 SIZ 70  DEX 40 INT 50APP 50 POW 50         EDU 60 SAN 50 HP 15 Luck 45         Magic 10        DB +1D4        Build 1 Move 7Unarmed 25% (12/5): Skill: 25%; Damage: 1D3+DB; Range: Touch; Hands: 1Hatchet (i) 70% (35/14): Skill: 70%; Damage: 1D6+1+DB; Impale: 1; Range: TouchSkills: Art/Craft (Trumpet) 80% (40/16), Credit Rating 30% (15/6), Dodge 50% (25/10), Fighting (Axe) 70% (35/14), Intimidate 60% (30/12), Jump 65% (32/13), Language (Own): English 60% (30/12), Listen 50% (25/10), Natural World 30% (15/6), Occult 60% (30/12), Psychology 40% (20/8), Spot Hidden 45% (22/9), Stealth 65% (32/13)Spells: Enthrall Victim (MP: 2, SAN: 1D6, CT: 1 round, Res: Opposed POW), Create Gate (POW: variable, SAN: 1, CT: 1 hour per POW)

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