Night Horrors: Conquering Heroes. From Onyx Path Publishing. Selected Option:. Hardcover, Premium Color Book. Hardcover, Standard Color Book. Average Rating 11 ratings. A brief look at why Beasts may antagonize one another, with seven new Beasts to drop into any chronicle.
Rules for Insatiables, ancient creatures born of the Primordial Dream intent on hunting down Beasts to fill a hunger without end, featuring six examples ready to use in any chronicle.
Customers Who Bought this Title also Purchased. Reviews 3. Please log in to add or reply to comments. As someone who finds the Heroes far more interesting and playable than Beasts, this book is of great use to me and my gaming buddies.
Thank you, Onyx Path. Particularly around his navel area, a coagulated mass of pink and black eggs comes forth when the Blind Man strains his abdominal muscles. Horrifyingly, the Blind Man has from time to time passed these eggs off as salmon roe or sturgeon caviar, as they bear a sour, fishy odor. This invariably drives the afflicted unfortunates insane, as they cannot stop the egg production, resulting in self-destructive harm.
The Blind Man believes that by participating in the birthing, they increase the speed at which the Primogenitor will be reborn. Matt's done it again folks. Sean M. This is my favorite style of Night Horrors book, not only does it provide sample antagonists, it actually provides some writing space to expanding the antagonists and even adds a new type of antagonist beyond what was in the Beast core book.
Sadly the [ Olivier d. I was especially eager to see this book coming. While unlike many people, I actually liked Beast the Primordial, I do agree it's not without its flaws, in particular regarding the antagonist section: while awesome as a crossover book, this game has ver [ Maxime L. The first full-sized sourcebook for Beast: the Primordial after a solid Ready-made characters one , Night Horrors: Conquering Heroes is a collection of antagonists, but in classic Night Horrors fashion offers detailed, interesting elements for all of [ See All Ratings and Reviews.
Browse Categories. Rule System. Apocalypse World Engine. BRP Basic Roleplaying. Modiphius 2d Savage Worlds. One Path. A brief look at why Beasts may antagonize one another, with seven new Beasts to drop into any chronicle. Rules for Insatiables, ancient creatures born of the Primordial Dream intent on hunting down Beasts to fill a hunger without end, featuring six examples ready to use in any chronicle.
New Year, New Game Sale ! What happened to the old Night Horrors cover? He didnt want to come in tomorrow to a pile of work, so he stayed to finish his reports. He had no idea what Grace was still doing here. I think hes just going to wind up in an ED room later. Yeah, maybe, but thats not on us. Fuck, whispered Vince under his breath. Grace glanced at him. Vince had almost trained himself out of cursing at work. You know he cut a kid at that daycare? No, he didnt.
Grace wasnt even looking at him anymore. He didnt cut that kid. I talked to the kids mother; we assessed her other son last year and shed called to refer the little one, Lee.
She took him to the doctor and the doctor said the cut was from an animal. Vinces eyes widened and, somewhere in the distance, he heard thunder. An animal? How would he even know that? Grace swiveled her chair to face him. Hes a doctor, Vince. I guess he looked at the cut and figured it out.
Anyway, the mom thinks that Lee must have been messing with a stray cat or something theyre all over the place by that daycare and then only saw it when he was with Richard. Maybe Richard touched his leg or something. She stretched her arms. Okay, now, I really want to finish this up so I can go home. Meeting for Richard is tomorrow, right? Yeah, Grace said, carefully. But you dont have to come. Hes a DNQ for you, right? The meeting was a farce. Ann had backed off, agreeing to DNQ Richard from occupational therapy.
That left nothing, no ground for Vince to stand on to argue for qualifying him. He tried, but the district rep who had never worked in a classroom a day in her life, as far as Vince knew kept coming back to the numbers. High language skills. Low- average cognitive. Low-average fine motor. Elevated behavioral reports, but all just reports, and no history of interventions. No disability that would pose an adverse effect on education. Vince disagreed and wrote on the form why he disagreed, and then went to lunch.
He ordered a beer with his sandwich and drank it too fast, then drove back to the clinic feeling flushed and angry. He tossed four mints in his mouth before he went inside, stalked back to his desk, put his earbuds in, and turned on his music. He started, and looked up. No sunlight streaming in the window. He checked the clock on his computer. He was more than an hour past his quitting time. His reports were done, printed, and stacked neatly by his computer.
Where does the time go? He stood up, stretched, and picked up the stack of papers. He could wait until tomorrow to deliver them to the psychs, of course, but why not just do it now and get it out of the way? He didnt want to see any of them, anyway, and theyd all be gone for the day by now.
If he waited, he knew they would chide him about disagreeing or, worse, they wouldnt, and would just natter about it behind his back.
He walked down the hall to the psychs office and sorted the reports out by case manager. Donna, Jim, Mia, BethGrace. He stood by Graces desk, staring at the report, staring at the photos pinned to the cube wall, staring at her fucking chair, willing it all to catch fire.
Fuck her, he thought. She cant see it. She doesnt see it. This kid is going to hurt someone for real, and she cant hear the thunder.
He turned. Grace was standing there; he was blocking the entrance to her cube. Just dropping off some reports. Okay, thank you. Just like a goddamn psych.
Dont say another word, thought Vince. Not another fucking word. Just get out, get your coat, go home, walk the dog. He stood aside, and Grace brushed by him to get into her cube. He turned to leave. Walked two steps. He was five feet from the door when she said it. I think you should have skipped the meeting. She was sitting down, now, looking at her screen. Not even really talking to him. Vince glanced down to his left. He was standing by Beths cube.
She had a geode paperweight sitting on her desk. He thought he remembered her saying her son had given it to her for her birthday. It was kind of embarrassing, actually. Not looking. Not communicating. Not paying attention. He doesnt qualify. You know he doesnt. Vince picked up the geode. It had to weigh a solid three pounds. Well, I think he does. I think well be sorry for not keeping an eye on him. Well, Vince, we cant just qualify kids for services to keep an eye on them.
If he gets to school and he cant succeed, then well Vince brought the geode down on her head. He heard a distinct crack. She gasped, a wet, broken sound, but she couldnt scream. He raised the geode again and brought it down.
It glanced off exposed bone and drew a ragged stripe of flesh from her cheek, snapping the frame of her glasses. She fell out of her chair and tried to push herself up. Vince crouched down next to her. He qualifies, he hissed. I said he fucking does. Hes going to hurt people. He raised the geode again and brought it down on the base of her skull, near the brainstem, near the medulla oblongata.
Something shifted under the rock as it landed, and Grace collapsed, eyes open, barely breathing, staring at nothing. Vince stayed there, squatting next to her, until the raspy breathing stopped. He waited for someone to come running. No one did. The only people in the building were custodians, and theyd done their sweep of these offices already.
He grabbed a garbage can and pulled the empty bag out, wrapped up the geode, and carried it back to his cube. His right hand was bruised and had a fleck of blood on it, but he was otherwise clean. He put the geode in his coat pocket, and walked out into the cold. Thunder rumbled in the distance, and Vince counted the seconds. It was close. The storm was close. He tightened his grip around the stone.
So many storms, his mother had said. How many others would qualify for his services? Thats why we do this work, he thought, starting up his car. Because someone has to. Because no one takes care of these kids. He pulled out of the lot and turned right, following the thunder. It is fitting that my very first published writing shows up in a Night Horrors book, and my very first development project is a Night Horrors book; both projects under the control of Matt, and both opportunities facilitated by him.
Also, thanks to my husband, Weston Harper, for always keeping me on the right track and being my muse when I need it. All rights reserved. Reproduction without the written permis- sion of the publisher is expressly forbidden, except for the purposes of reviews, and for blank character sheets, which may be reproduced for personal use only.
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This book contains mature content. Reader discretion is advised. Background 68 Subversion of Contentment Description 70 Subversion of Hunger Is it the impetus to take up sword and shield to defend those less capable?
Is it the desire to right perceived wrongs, to drive back the terrors of the night? Some would say yes to both, yet the truth of the matter is more complex and often much dirtier than that. The desire to be known as a Hero is every bit as intoxicating as doing good, often leading someone to see things in blacks and whites, while the rest of the world exists in shades of gray. Everyone is the protagonist in their own story; everyone believes they are the hero, the savior, and the person doing the right thing, regardless of how far from the truth they really fall.
Those Heroes who take it upon themselves to hunt Beasts are all of these things, and worse. How then, does a Beast come to conquer such creatures? The fairytale version tells us of the creature lurking in its cave, terror- izing people until a hero comes to save the day.
But these are not fairytales, and this is no way for a Beast to really live her life. Why should she wait until some Hero comes by to stalk and hunt her as though she is prey? Sometimes she does take the initiative, hunting Heroes before they can hunt her, but she must be careful of the Horror inside.
She must balance the terrible hunger she feels with the need to survive. Because if she isnt careful, she may find herself becoming a true terror, a Beast without reason or purpose, All the adversity Ive had in killing and living only to satiate her hunger. You may not realize it when it happens, but a kick Two themes pervade this book; the first is that sometimes good people do in the teeth may be the best terrible things because they think they are right, and the other is that sometimes terrible people use the expectations of others to get away with their terrible deeds.
Heroes throw their followers at problems, caring only for the final outcome, - Walt Disney destroying a Beast, and not for the many innocent lives they endanger.
Beasts give in to their Hungers, giving up any pretense of providing a lesson in favor of embracing their Legends and Myths. Insatiable are selfish creatures driven wholly by the Hunger inside them, caring nothing for the havoc they wreak as they feed for prolonged periods in an area. To Conquer The concept behind this book is not to display Heroes who boldly go forth and conquer Beasts.
While some of the Heroes examined here believe that this is their mission, most do so for selfish reasons. Instead, those who take on these monsters are the heroes and the creatures found within these pages are the ones who need conquering.
Heroes and Insatiable alike prey upon supernatural creatures, seeking them out to kill them to satisfy either a bloodlust or a hunger they cannot satisfy through any other means. Heroes looking for their next power fix tend to lose any vestige of the heroic demeanor in which they protect innocent victims, and instead throw followers and sycophants into the clutches of the Beasts they hunt.
Each chapter focuses on one of three antagonist types: Heroes, Beasts, and Insatiable. Everything pre- We take a look at how Heroes come about and how they sented in this book has a connection to the Primordial Dream. We cover how Heroes dream deeper than humans, touching the surface of they hunt and kill their prey, as well as give an insight into how the Primordial Dream, but not delving into its full depths Heroes are the star of their own show.
This touch on their The YouTube star, Candy Rasmussen uses her channel souls leaves a lasting impression, and how they react to that followers to leak information on Beasts, direct other Heroes to defines what kind of Hero they are. Their lack of true knowl- their lairs, and sometimes drag innocent victims through the edge of the Primordial Dream drives them to incomplete con- mud in her pursuit to gain more viewers. Daniel Greene, the child of a pair of hunters with a Vigil, Beasts, on the other hand, are born from the Horrors of the was indoctrinated into the world of the supernatural at an early Primordial Dream.
They see the fears and terrors of mankind age, and takes up the sword against Beasts as a way to continue that have shaped their Families, and they seek to make meaning his familys legacy. Yet, there are those who give in to their hungers, merge with their Horrors, or retreat completely into A sociopath turned paramilitary, Dwight Whittaker enjoys the Primordial Dream, unable to balance their Life with the using poisons and explosives to fight Beasts.
He cares more Legend and their Hunger. While these Beasts are not inherently about his reputation than he does about his own life.
The Insatiable live Grace Teller hunts Beasts with the lens of the world in a deeper, more primal place within the Primordial Dream, watching, convincing everyone that its all special effects and allowing them to move about nearly unseen by both Heroes and television magic, as she broadcasts her every move via a camera Beasts alike, but also preventing them from really connecting to crew who follow her on her hunts.
They instead must hijack people Jada Cole is a young Hero who believes her true calling is with a connection to the Primordial Dream, but not those who that of a superhero, like the ones she grew up reading about in are fully realized as either Heroes or Beasts.
The process is spon- comic books. She hasnt yet killed a Beast, but instead is exer- taneous, as the Insatiable is constantly looking for a way to feed cising her new mission on the vampire population of her city. A physician and sleep therapist, Dr. Jameson Stone is fas- cinated with the Primordial Dream, going so far as to capture Chronicles of Darkness Beasts and other supernatural creatures to perform experiments While this book is geared towards Beast: The Primordial, on in hopes of furthering his research on the nature of dreams.
While Heroes are her neighborhood and children from the horrors of the night, not the same as hunters, they cross quite a few lines, and even no matter what form they take.
The the horrors that disturb his dreams, and the creatures that pain Beasts found in this book are territorial and likely to attract all his acute hearing. Insatiable are a problem for anyone they come across. Just because they like to Michael Bellinger is a serial murderer who has found that feed their Hungers on Beasts does not mean they wont pick he gets the most thrill and pleasure from hunting and killing other, easier prey.
These creatures have no illusions of kinship Beasts, though hell kill others in their place if he cant find a to the other supernatural creatures in the world, and are just as Beast in time to slake his desires. Any of these Tereza Markusa was picked up by the Cheiron Group early antagonists could show up in any Chronicles of Darkness game in her career as a Hero, and now has to balance her own desires and make the supernatural denizens of the world unhappy for to hunt Beasts with her corporate duty of hunting other super- a variety of reasons.
The Beasts found in this chapter are those who have This book is separated into three chapters, each detailing peo- lost their way, or in many cases those who have found their ple and creatures who have lost their grasp on humanity, making Inheritances and are now so powerful that their very presence. He feasts upon the ruin of other called the Primogenitor. These creatures capture and take over businesses, making it his missions to destroy the lives of not those with any connection to the Primordial Dream before only those employees with whom he comes into contact, but they come to realization as either Beasts or Heroes.
They have of their friends and families. This chapter details mechanics The Beast Rampant, Cru, no longer holds any vestiges of and powers specific to Insatiable, including rules for taking humanity after his human tried to hold him back and starve him over a Beasts Lair, or the Beast herself.
Now, he lives only to hunt and kill his prey. The Authority stands over the crime organizations in The Empyrean Swimmer is a Beast Unfettered who has gained his town, using them to keep a stranglehold on any and all power over the Primordial Dream, allowing it to traverse planes of ex- criminal activity in the city. He devours any who steps out of istence gathering information on all types of supernatural creatures, line whole, and consumes the power from those he subjugates.
A wandering sign of terrible things to come, The Blind A powerful Makara Incarnate, The Silver Bay Serpent Man comes and goes throughout the ages, bringing with him rules his small cove with a terrible ferocity and territoriality ruin and destruction without rhyme or reason. He is a stickler that keeps foreign Beasts from getting near, and destroys any for the rules he himself creates, and consumes any who step who attempt to lay claim to the ocean.
He believes he does this to bring Unfettered and untroubled by the constraints of man, about the resurrection of the Primogenitor, though no one The Sky Crawler seeks out secrets, absorbing and learning all can be sure if this is a portent, or pure madness. Eventually, she finds those with terrible secrets and Cold and alone, the Lovesick Girl entices people into her punishes them for their transgressions without mercy.
Den to hold and squeeze until she consumes all their warmth, A Namtaru with little to no compunctions, the Slimy and then their very flesh. She hunts without thought for oth- Lobbyist has leveraged his monetary inheritance toward brib- ers, mindlessly seeking love or some kind of connection to ing, blackmailing, and swindling politicians, forcing them to act feed her burning hunger for affection.
Null Synper feeds solely from the fear and ruin she insti- He indulges his Hunger with abandon, and is exerting pressure gates on the internet through hate groups and active trolling. Tears on the Sand is now a Beast Rampant who lost herself to A hunter locked the Unrelenting Clown in a reliquary her Horror at the unwitting urging from her changeling friend.
If his predations and feedings seemed She is holed up in a youth camp for troubled teens and feeds horrific before, his imprisonment and near starvation has left on those who cannot follow the rules. Fear, pain, ruin, and power are Chapter Three: all delicacies to the thing that has taken on the persona of a Insatiable demented clown as his true form. The Insatiable are creatures from a time before man, a A survivor of World War II bombings, the Blitz Boy still time before the dreams and fears of man filled the Primordial appears as a child after becoming Insatiable.
He now steals Dream. In this time, the terrors of the world were not fears children and their families, to crush and smother them, born of legends, but instead were the very landscape of the eventually feasting upon their bones.
He uses his innocent earth. These terrors live on, even though they are no longer looks and the goodwill of others to worm his way into the prevalent thoughts in the minds of dreamers. Some of the hearts of his prey. Screw Duarte, Levys got this in the bag. Listen to her, Brandi, Levys not giving up that lead. Psh, you just watch. Duarte does best when hes the underdog.
The three of them had been crowded around that laptop for four hours and I still had no idea what they were watch- ing. I was up on football and basketball, and I didnt know any Duartes or Levys. Was it boxing season? I didnt follow that. Must be boxing, I thought. Some kind of tournament? Whatever, as long as they kept on drinking and didnt start any trouble, it was none of my business.
I cleared a few tables and checked the time. They barely looked up. I didnt pay them much attention for those 20 minutes. The occasional cheer or shout of anticipation went up from their table, and soon they were the last customers left. Man, I didnt think boxing was that engrossing. I announced last call; they ignored me. Finally, it was time to close and they were still glued to that screen.
Hey, I called over, I gotta close up. Come on, your tabs waiting, time to go home. No response. They kept up their commentary, jostling each other and getting excited.
I plunked a glass loudly down onto the bar and stalked over. I was ready to give them a piece of my mind, but as I came up behind them I caught a glimpse of the screen and got curious.
It wasnt boxing, that was for sure. It took me a minute to parse what I was looking at. They had two separate windows open, each playing what looked like a live recording from a handheld camera. The same events played out from two different angles in real time. A man limped down a dark, dead-end street, leav- ing bloody footprints behind him.
The roar of a motorcycle rattled the computers speakers and I saw its headlight illuminate the frame as it swung around a corner. In its stark light, a woman perched high on a fire escape above the limping man came into view, pointing a rifle down at the street. I couldnt tell who she was aiming at. This has to be a movie, right? Theyre filming a movie. But something about their ear- nest reactions, their sincere competitive drive, nixed that thought as soon as I had it.
As I watched, and the customers shouts got louder, the motorcyclist revved the engine and bore down on the limping man like a bullet train. A gunshot rang out just as the bike barreled into the man, crushing him like an exploding tomato against a brick wall. A moment of dead silence pulled me into it, even though I wanted to scream and run to call the police. Then the woman on the fire escape raised her rifle in triumph, bowing to the camera and grinning. The three in the bar whooped and laughed, like the ref had just called in their favor.
Two of them high-fived each other, shouting, Yeah, Levy! You go, girl! Thats what Im talking about! Pay up, Brandi, while the other one shook her head with a rueful smile. That was it. Just that. I stumbled backward, tripped over a chair, and went sprawling. The noise finally got their attention and they turned to look at me as one. My tongue felt like it weighed a hundred pounds, I couldnt say anything. The one they called Brandi came to loom over me. Her eyes were pitiless and empty.
Whats the matter with you? She smiled. It felt like shed spit at me. Good, she said. She dug a dollar bill out of her jeans pocket and tossed it down at me. It landed on my chest.
I didnt move. Go home, youve earned it. I quit that job and never went back again. Its a narrative that dates back to humanitys earliest stories. When the deep darkness outside our familiar walls births a monster to menace the innocent populace, a hero rises to protect them, passing through trials to slay the beast and win her hearts desire.
These stories propagate like wildfire because everyone wants to imagine herself as that hero: the one who would take up arms, stand up to terror, and prove her bravery in the face of a foe all can agree is unwanted. No shades of gray taint the choice to kill the dragon that razes the countryside and demands unearned tribute. Good and evil are clear and obvious sides in a war that requires not an army, but a single sword shining with righteous virtue, to prevail.
Strength, cun- ning, wisdom, skill, divine gifts: the hero wields these tools in her quest to become humanitys savior, proving herself a superlative example of her kind and earning the respect and love of all.
Modern Heroes would never admit to thinking of themselves this way. Asked why they take up arms to hunt the Beast, they reply that if they dont, who will?
That their power is a burden that de- mands action. That they alone have the clarity to see what must be done, and justice dictates they do it. That they feel something wrong and cant escape the urge to right it. The trouble is, Because there is good what they call wrong is something they barely understand and there is evil, and cant really define. Its wrong because its different, and evil must be punished.
A Heros instincts tell him that Even in the face of the ripples upending his dreamscape when he sleeps are not supposed to be Armageddon I shall not there. When he tries to explain it to his friends and family, they advise him to compromise in this. He cant see beneath the surface of the dream, so his imagination deserving of retribution fills in the rest; what do millennia of human history tell us lurks in the unknown and there is so little time.
Monsters, of course. Just like in the movies, no one tells the fledgling Hero what shes supposed to Alan Moore, do with this knowledge she didnt ask for. For some, its terrifying. For others, its Watchmen vindicating.
Either way, its special. Shes adrift on a raft in a sea of ignorance, with no lighthouse to guide her and no companions to share her experience. She has no way of knowing that shes a superfluous leftover from a time when humanitys relationship with nightmares was radically different, or that now shes just standing in the way of the ones with a real purpose.
To her, destiny beckons. She alone must be the one to solve what she perceives as a problem on an existential level. Shes seeing these disturbances for a reason, and if she can prove it, then others will have to believe her and more, to thank her for doing what they cant. To recognize her as their Hero. Some dont become Heroes at all, instead finding other ways to indulge their primal instincts or learning to tune them out. A rare few even take it upon themselves to help the Beasts they track down, heeding the message that humanity can only progress by accepting its fears and turning them to productive change.
He fights to grasp those who slay Beasts. Like the Children themselves, Heroes at legitimacy and set himself up as the us versus someones feed primal hungers, but they do it in reaction to their mortal them. He kills because to hold back would be to admit that enemies rather than for any true purpose.
Heroes rise for as he was ever wrong. More power, more thrills, more anything. Once this Hero lash out at whats unfamiliar and threatening. To this kind of gets a taste of the fantastical world beyond her own, she cant Hero, the Beasts arent threatening because of anything theyve get enough. The intoxicating Gifts she receives after slaying a done their mere existence is a menace to the Heros sense Beast drive her to do it again and again. She wants to be unstop- of self or worldview.
She fears what she doesnt understand, pable, to have superpowers, to live on the edge, to be a goddess. She suppresses her them. She steals from them to give to herself. She explores the violent urges, vicious hatred, or stark paranoia in her everyday Primordial Dream to eat of its flesh and drink of its blood, and life, so as to fit in and get by the law says its not okay to hurt spends as little time participating in human life as possible.
She your coworkers or the guy that cuts you off on the highway. But fights to become someone else. She kills to reap the rewards. Those are fair game for unleashing whatever dark impulses beat inside her resentful heart. She fights because its cathartic. She kills because she can.
The Heros Others start out trying to ignore their Heroic instincts, taking up arms only after the incessant disruptions in their dreams drive them to utter distraction.
The reluctant Hero Journey Unfortunately for the Hero of our story, the Children dont acts out of a simple need to make the noise stop, or because conveniently line up for the chopping block.
A Hero often someone convinces him that his nightmares are signs of a fate spends more of his time looking for Beasts and planning his he must accept a mission from God, perhaps, or inevitable approach than actually killing them, especially since it usually events that will take place with or without his agreement.
The takes multiple tries against any one Beast before he succeeds. He fights because he believes he must, to of course; some stumble from disturbance to disturbance, save himself from madness or at the behest of a higher power. For many, consequences of his actions, and leans on Heroic destiny as a though, thats not enough. To some people, simply playing hero is not enough. This The Hunt Hero needs attention and love, fame and applause, and she Many Heroes subscribe to the creed that the better they will do anything to get it.
Shes the white knight who jumps know their enemy, the easier it is to emerge victorious. They in to rescue people who dont need rescuing, the one who spend hours tracking down mystics and mythology experts, runs for student council president but delegates all the work. Any lore they the poor, defenseless victims, but shes indiscriminate and can find on other supernatural creatures helps, too, since they thoughtless about her killing, proving its all for the accolades quickly learn that the Children have a propensity for spreading in the end.
She recruits followers less for the help and more so the love to other breeds of monster. The brave among them that someone sees her in action if she cant tell the media all find ways to step into the Primordial Dream as often as they about her exploits, she can at least have awe-inspired flunkies can, learning the secret pathways of the hive and memorizing witness her greatness.
She fights for the thanks and praise. She their twisting routes, dowsing for a Horror rocking the boat kills because thats what Heroes do. Tales make the rounds of Heroes who keep For the Hero who feels inadequate or scorned in his ev- themselves sedated and have followers transport them from eryday life, slaying Beasts fulfills a need for the validation of a one place to another, actively seeking upheavals in their dreams self-image no one else sees.
It gives him the chance to justify serene surface. He needs to prove that hes the cleverest or the Others take a more practical approach to their research, most skilled, that he knows something others dont, that hes a looking to human news media and rumor mills to pinpoint good person despite the haters, that hes been misunderstood scenarios that seem to carry the Childrens fingerprints.
Stories all this time, or just that hes in the right. Hes deluded himself of intense nightmares, assaults with odd motives or methods, into thinking hes the underdog in a war he created, desperate and unusual behavior that could signify sudden phobias attract to be the good guy in a fight against the Beasts evil. He these Heroes, who prefer to investigate in person and gain the. Two or more teaming up presents a new level of horror. Imagine watching violent fanatics rile each other up to compete over who can commit murder first and congratulate each other over it afterward.
Beasts are good at making friends in the supernatural world for protection, but nobody wants to live like a contestant on a sadistic game show where the whole audience drools in anticipation of spilling her blood.
Fortunately, the observant Beast comes to recognize that such a partnership is tenuous and cant last. With careful ma- nipulation, she can use the Heroes own tactics against them, playing up their unhealthy need for competition to turn them against their fellows and expose all the little ways in which they sabotage each other. Even Heroes who organize around competition and agree to friendly rivalry have trouble keeping their egos out of the way; a clever Beast can deliberately make waves to kick the race into high gear and fabricate foul play or dishonorable conduct on one side or the other to exacerbate the rising tensions between Heroes.
Its a risky gamble, but it often has more appeal than waiting for the mutually-inspired frenzy to come to her doorstep. The major advantage Beasts have over Heroes when it comes to teamwork is that the Beasts understand how its really supposed to work. Often to transcend hiding among humanity to become truly legendary this approach leads to false alarms in which some other kind of horrors.
Grit helps, but only so much.
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