UK_Vampire 3/26/02 5:17 PM Page 1 DEDICATED IN LOVING MEMORY, PAUL KRAAIJVANGER SR. 1 UK_Vampire 3/26/02 5:17 PM Page 2 TABLE OF CONTENTS SHORT STORY:REDEMPTION ..................................................................3 CHAPTER ONE: INSTALLATION AND TECHNICAL SUPPORT ............10 Installing Vampire: The Masquerade Redemption ........................................................10 CHAPTER TWO: HOW TO PLAY VAMPIRE..........................................12 Game Control Overview Sheets ..................................................................................17 Game Menus................................................................................................................19 Main Game Screen.......................................................................................................24 RREDEMPTIONEDEMPTION Some General Notes about Combat .............................................................................30 CHAPTER THREE: TRAITS AND DISCIPLINES .....................................32 Character Traits . 32 Potence . 40 Disciplines. 34 Presence. 40 Common Disciplines . 35 Protean . 40 Animalism . 35 Thaumaturgy - General . 41 Auspex. 36 Thaumaturgy - Blood Magic . 41 A sliver of moon broke through the grey Christof paused at the peak of the hill and Celerity . 37 Thaumaturgy - Lure of Flames . 42 clouds as Christof reached the top of the hill. looked down. From his perch he could see Dementation . 37 Thaumaturgy - Hands of Destruction . 42 The night wind cut through his battered the entire Crusader camp etched in cold Dominate . 38 Thaumaturgy - Blood Rituals . 43 armour, chilling his overheated body. His moonlight. A dozen watch-fires glowed Fortitude . 38 Faith . 43 limbs ached as they never had before and reassuringly around the perimeter, warding Mortis . 38 Numina. 44 cried out for rest. But he had not prayed all off the terrors of the night. Most of the Obfuscate . 39 day and would not let his body collapse until Crusaders slumbered, bone-weary from the he had done so. day’s forced march. Even some of the watch CHAPTER FOUR: ENEMIES AND EQUIPMENT......................................45 The Crusaders of the Order of the dozed fitfully at their posts. All was quiet, Enemies........................................................................................................................45 Swordbrethren had been on a forced march except for a few unarmoured serfs who Equipment and Treasure...............................................................................................48 since dawn, chasing the faster, lighter- scurried about the camp, hauling sacks of Weapons.......................................................................................................................48 armoured barbarians. Sir Cuthbert had grain, digging a shallow cesspit and preparing Armour.........................................................................................................................50 reluctantly allowed them to stop only when for the morning meal. Other Equipment.........................................................................................................50 nightfall made further travel impossible. For the first time that day, Christof felt Artifacts........................................................................................................................51 After pitching their tents, the Crusaders safe. He pulled off his heavy, battered helmet CHAPTER FIVE: MULTIPLAYER AND STORYTELLING ......................52 gratefully collapsed onto their straw mats. and let it clatter to the ground. The cold The Haven and Character Creation..............................................................................53 But Christof did not. He had a need greater night air lashed his long, brown hair, which Creating A New Character ...........................................................................................53 than sleep. Friar Bertrand’s energetic orations was matted and dripping wet. He rubbed his LAN Games: Lobby and Chat......................................................................................55 against the barbarians were stirring, but his eyes with a mailed fist, wiping away rust and Internet Games: The WON Lobby and Rooms............................................................56 perfunctory prayers gave little consolation to sweat mingled with the grit of the road. His Create A Game.............................................................................................................57 the eighteen-year-old Crusader. The Saviour armour was battered and in need of repair. Playing in a Multiplayer Game.....................................................................................58 had decreed that Christians pray alone, in The white cloth over his mail hauberk was Storytelling a Multiplayer Game...................................................................................59 their private chambers, and Christof had torn in many places and streaked with dull, diligently followed that stricture every day brown dried blood. But the crimson cross HAPTER IX HE ORLD OF ARKNESS C S : T W D .......................................64 since childhood. But there were no private across the chest was still as bright and proud CREDITS....................................................................................................98 chambers in the wastelands of Moravia, so as the day he first wore it. His limbs ached CUSTOMER SUPPORT............................................................................101 the desolate, windswept hilltop would have from weeks of marching. But Christof was to suffice. not ready to rest. SOFTWARE LICENSE AGREEMENT .......................................................102 2 UK_Vampire 3/26/02 5:17 PM Page 4 The massive pig wheeled to survey the disbelieving rage as the light slowly faded from damage it had done. It snorted with its eyes. satisfaction and lowered its yellowed tusks to The villagers poured into the green, charge the screaming child again. Then it cheering. They hauled the monster off the noticed Christof, now very alone on the green. gasping and bleeding Christof. The village It charged in Christof’s direction, testing the elders held a week-long festival in Christof’s lone, impudent creature who did not fly from honour, and for those seven days, he was great his wrath. Christof quickly stepped sideways, as King David. “Christof, God hath given thee toward a hut, narrowly evading the creature. a great gift of courage,” the elders said. “Thou The boar sped past art meant for greater him and hurtled back glory than life as a around the green. freeman baker or Satisfied that Christof cobbler! Perhaps thou no longer defied him, shalt become the the boar returned his youngest village elder.” attention to the The vainglory felt squalling child. sweet but also Christof grabbed a embarrassed him. The sharpened tent pole lasses adored him and from the hut and lavished him with approached the child. honeyed praise. The boar snorted with “Christof, thou art the rage, stomped the bravest man in grass and charged Christendom! Blessed Christof, determined is she thou takes to to punish this act of wife!” The lads also defiance. Christof admired him. He drew his broadsword from its and always emerged unscathed, as if crouched low, planted “Christof, thou scabbard, plunged the tip into the crust of protected from on high. Until the day a wild the butt end of the should’st fight for the the dry earth and knelt before it. He pressed boar had thundered across the village green. spike in the ground glory of God! Go his feverish brow into the handle, closed his The boar charged the villagers, who and braced against it. thou! Go far from St. eyes and prayed quietly. scattered before it like geese, jabbering in He faced the beast Claire! Join the “Our Father who art in Heaven....” terror as the boar snorted and slashed. Two and lowered the Crusade, and bring But his mind did not stay on the prayer. watchmen panicked and fled, dropping their toward its onrushing fame to our village!” The tension that had coiled around his hatchets as they ran past slower-moving jaws. But Christof barely warrior’s spine slowly melted away. And as villagers. Christof easily outran the massive The spike snapped heard any of them. the tension ebbed, a flood of memories rose pig, but a scream more piercing than all the like dry kindling as All he could see was up, unbidden. And unwelcome. others cut through him like a razor. He the boar toppled Christof and gored his right the massive, oppressive face of the beast inches turned and saw that the boar had trampled a shoulder. The beast snarled a blast of hot, foul from his face. Angry. Hateful. Fire *** small child, who lay crying on the green. A breath in frustration as it realised that it had in its dead eyes. white-hot fury ignited in Christof’s chest. He charged, open-mouthed, right into the tent In his sixteen years, Christof had never stopped, and held his ground as the slower spike. It stomped its hooves and ripped at *** struck a blow in anger. In the little French villagers ran past him. In a moment, the Christof’s chest, tusks inches from Christof’s village of St. Claire, he had raced against, village green was empty except for the child, face. But the spike had torn though the boar’s Christof shook his head to dispel the wrestled and mock-duelled every lad and the boar and Christof. gaping mouth and shattered its neck bone. Its memory