Follower of Set org plot.

by witch hammer

July 15th, 2010

This doesn't apply to most of you but those that do need to know.  This passed through OWBN, meaning I must enforce it.

~Adam

"If successful, all characters who are not embraced Followers of Set will have their Serpentis stripped from them (XP refunds to be determined by their Home Chronicle Staff), and any applications of Serpentis that are currently active will be reversed (Skin of the Adder will fade, hearts removed via Heart of Darkness will spontaneously return and the previously removed heart will turn to mechanically useless dust, Vipers created via Hatch the Viper will wither and die).  These affects can be reapplied after the ritual’s completion, and the Serpentis Discipline re-learned by non-Followers of Set as per normal Out-of-Clan, Clan Specific Discipline learning rules (non-Setites can learn Serpentis again; hearts can be removed again via Heart of Darkness, etc). This will remove the Heartless flaw from any character that is not a Follower of Set. All characters who are not Followers of Set by Embrace who lose Serpentis by this ritual will experience a horrifying vision of a black and gold serpent crawling out of their veins and slithering back towards Egypt as a terrible storm gathers in the sky. Storytellers are suggested to apply some kind of effect to represent the horror and power of what has happened to the PC, such as applying the Nightmares flaw effect to the PC for one night, or causing the PC to lose a temporary Willpower (as per the Dreams of Duat ritual)."

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The absence of purpose in the succession of events.

by Keith Stebbins

July 14th, 2010

It was quiet night. Cale enjoyed quiet nights. He was driving back from what would certainly go down in history as one of the best shows the city has seen in ages. The band was in rare form tonight, the ladies, lovely as ever. It was late, or early depending on who was looking at the clock, and he drove down the old two lane road. The lamp posts long burned out, the road only being highlighted by the moon, and the lights from his 64 Shelby cobra.
    The ride looked black against the shadows of the night. When the gentle beams of light brushed the paint though the cobalt blue glinted back. No one when with classics any more. Its all limos and Escalades, black paint with tinted windows. The maverick in the crowed goes with a prime white, or the seductress red. Classics though, they all forget the classics.
    The lumber mills light glared out into the night. A big worn out sign, cutting through the black. He was going to crash here for the day, finish some paper work. It was funny, even in the Anarchs a blue blood still had paper work, he wondered if any other clan had that problem.
    The car rolled smoothly into the drive way. And it stopped on a time at the electronic gate. Cale reached into the glove box, and tapped the remote key. The long plate doors shuddered, there was a cracking noise, and then silence.
    “Mother fuck…” the young man cursed under his breath as he got out of the car. “None of this shit ever works like its suppose to.” he reached out and pushed his fingers into the space between the gate shudders. He pushed out, opening a few broken doors didn’t need supernatural strength no. Just a little shoulder power. The doors rolled a few more inches before they locked again. The space was just enough for him to get a peek inside. The doors till seemed to be on track. But there was something blocking the gears.
    They kindred sighed to him self, and looked over his shoulder, and squinted into the night. Even in an empty area like this, you never know who’s watching. Those cell phone cameras, they really made a shit mess of things.
    Cale readied himself, focused his muscles, packed them with the power of his vitae. A sudden burst of power, launching himself in to the air and over the edge of the gate. His landing followed by a thud and the churning of dirt. He stood  up quickly dusting off his system of a down t-shirt as he headed to the gear box.
    It was smashed in, gears and cords exposed and scattered on the ground around in. Lodged into the metal casing, protruded a length of lead pipe. “What the fuck?” The seeming young man pulled the metal bar from the obliterated gear box and looked it over. “Shit..” just as soon as he began to mutter to himself a shot rang out across the empty lot.     The bullet connected to a wall of unbreakable flesh and crumbled.  Cale  fought his bodies reaction to roll with the force of the shot. He glared into the store yard. A figure took off into the maze of cut wood. A growl choked out of the young ventrue’s throat, and fought of the urge of the beast. “I’m going to break your neck!” he screamed to his attacker as he gave chase after.
    It only took a second to catch up, she was mortal. Cale could smell her adrenaline filled blood pumping through her veins, like a trail of perfume. He felt his lips curl in a vicious grin. He rounded a corner, and there she was. His quarry, just standing there. Her delicate frame off set with black fatigues and combat gear. She turned to him, her face concealed by a black silk mask, a red exclamation mark emblazed in the center.
    The Ventrue, stopped regaining his senses caught in the dubious trap. “Oh shit” he blurted out looking around quickly for his prey’s back up. A metal bat greeted his teeth, the force behind the swing was inhuman. As he turned to his new attacker another with a empty masked face stared back at him. Five gun reports echoed out to his side packing against his flesh. Stumbled back, stunned from the bat strike, six attackers stood before him. “Breakers” He growled at them, from behind broken teeth. “ You should have learned the first time…”. His words echoed behind his blinding movement. The bat wielding kindred, lifted off its feet before it had time to react, cale looked into the faceless masked creature and smiled. “ I am going to teach you why you lost the last time.”
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    Cale stood up from the body. It was cold and un-moving. “too far this time..” He looked over the other ghoul bodies. Two unconscious, pinned under a toppled lumber stack. Three more ghouls lay dead. Bent and broken at awkward angles. He winced as he walked by them, shaking his head, “too far”. He leaned over the torpored kindred, brushed off the shattered bullet proof vest, and picked up a shard of broken wood, aligned it with the heart, and hammered it in with his fists.
    The survivors gathered into a neat pile interrogation would come soon. The dead bundled up with broken wood next to the industrial thresher. Cale looked back at the mess left from the fight. “ I’m going to need the hose.”   

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Westchester Friday

by witch hammer

July 8th, 2010

Game on Friday has been ofically canceled due to site issues.  Siri and Mike wanted me to spread the word.  Expect them to pick back up next month once things are resolved.  I'll post updates as soon as I get them.

~Adam

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Item Card Review

by witch hammer

July 1st, 2010

Next game I will be reviewing everybodies Item cards. I will have a new stamp and a lighter.  I will be at the check in desk doing this until the job is complete.  If you have an item card without the new stamp and my review then you do not have it.

This is part of project house cleaning :-)

~Adam
HST

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Attention Ventrue Players!

by witch hammer

July 1st, 2010

Hey all my venture players I need you to fill out the form below and send it to me (DO NOT REPLY HERE).  This is required from all games from the Ventrue Coord.

So fill it out ASAP, So I don't have to do it for you.  Becuase no one wants that :-)

~Adam
HST

OWBN Ventrue Database
Ventrue Lineage/Dignitas Format

Name:
 
Embrace Date:

Location of Embrace:

Time of Accounting:

Lineage:

(3rd Generation) - Ventrue
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Camarilla Position(s):

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Detailed Dignatas:

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Dark Colony: Hartford (Questionaire)

by Kristina E Donihee

June 30th, 2010

For thouse that either missed last game, creating a new character or would like to expand on your answers to the questionaire, I have inculed the questions below.

1. Player:
2. Character:
3. WHne were you embraced
4. Do you have an close relationships with other kindred, such as a coterie/
5. Do you have a mentor? If so, what is the relationship like?
6. Where do you live? What are the defenses?
7. WHere dose the money come from?
8. How do you spend time?
9. How do you get around the city? Do you get out much?
10. DO you have any notable habits?
11. What are your feeding habits? If you have a herd, where dose it come from?
12. Do you have any close mortal associates?
13. Who are your Allies/Contacts and how do you maintain them?
14. Do you have retainers?
15. Current goals?
16. One thing we should know about you?

Please give us as much detail as you can cause it will allow to better flush out the world for you. We want plot a stories in a much more personal direction and that is what you guys can gives us through filling this survery out.

(Please send email or place in your Journal. We would like to keep people's answers private)

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a gift.

by Keith Stebbins

June 25th, 2010

Blood still flows from an open wound.
In a room, one heart beats where there were two.
The killer had a knife and golden blonde hair.
Her eyes blue and black! they had been that way for years.
She planned her escape once the beatings begun.
But she did not know how to use a knife or a gun.
Alone again, and a fist to her face, he turned his back! she attacked!
One to the back and three to the heart.
After cleaning her blood stained hands, she got into her car and drove to Mexico.
The End

"i say you he dead"
evergreen terrace.

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