Thread #011 Snow EditionWelcome to /schreck/ where you can rp your VTM character! For all questions concerning the World of Darkness, please consult the WoDg and CoDg thread>>97621936Previous Thread>>97551553Brief rules>We have no story teller, we are acephali>Threads are v20 based, although the night is long and full of whispers, lies, and half-truths. Decide your own canon but all will not believe you>all nicktuku will be diablerized on sight>all OOC discussion should be spoileredTHREAD QUESTION>The most important city in your unlife
Inaugural speech transcript, Metropolitan Museum of Art (1/3)MC AURELIA ‘ASSOLUTA’: “Ladies and gentlemen, from Clan Ventrue, attorney, jurist, politician, the former Chancellor of New York, and a Founding! Father! Of the United! States! Of America! Please welcome your new Prince of New York City! John! Ten Eyck! Lansing! Jr.!”PRINCE LANSING: “Good evening! Thank you, thank you. We have a lot to talk about, haven’t we?First: why do I look so pale? Exactly.Second: why did I disappear on 12/12/1829? The historians say I drowned. What, you don’t trust the opinion of the experts? Come on, this is not a laughing matter, folks, it’s my first day on the job and I’m 200 years late-”SENESCHAL MORENA: “Point of order, Prince Lansing, you’re only 196 years late.”PRINCE LANSING: “You heard the lady, only 196! Meaning I’m not getting fired! Whew! This woman’s job is to save my life every night.Third: where the hell have I been? Well the truth of the matter is, learning to run a city is a lot like sorcery, even if you’re genetic freak you have to go to school. So I did. Many schools, years, teachers, countries. My views changed a lot, like those I had on the marriage I’ll officiate later, a happy marriage, a gay one even. Here are some views that didn’t change: I don’t like dictatorships, democracy, our federal Constitution, paying taxes.Fourth: why did I come back? All these years I helped the city from behind the scenes, like I never really left it. One night in a dirty bar in Asia I met a young man, not a local, he asked me: ‘What’s an old kindred doing here?’ So I said: ‘A journey of self-discovery.’ He added: ‘Involving a bad woman.’ I said: ‘It’s the journey that counts. When the shit hits the fan, here’s how you can find me.’ I’d like to be the kind of Prince you can look in the eye like and not immediately think of mind control, like that man. Then the shit hit the fan. Here we are.Fifth: what happens next? I’ll tell you what happens now: we’re all screwed!”
>>97621961(2/3)SENESCHAL MORENA: “Excuse me?”PRINCE LANSING: “Yeah yeah, let me finish. Look around you. What a fine gathering of ladies and gentlemen from the Old and the New World, right? This isn’t the greatest game of kingmaker of the new millennium, it’s called PROMOVEATUR UT AMOVEATUR. All of you were too young to be allowed in the control room where the real decisions are made, and at the same time, too old and cumbersome to be ignored. Your sires, superiors, Elders’ Elders sent you here to rid themselves of you, your influence, your growing independence, and the threat of Diablerie. And our mission is to clean up a monumental mess we did not make, and that the people in charge don’t want to deal with directly. This city hasn’t even recovered yet from 9/11, the pandemic and now a goddamned dragon and Caine knows what’s in store for us next. Did any of you ask yourselves why did nobody older than the previous administration wanted to bother with running this place? We’ve been betrayed, backstabbed and quite possibly, bamboozled. You’re welcome.Sixth: why did I bother showing up if I think we’re screwed? Because this is a once in a lifetime opportunity. Newest Carthage’s delusional cult and ensuing war ended up thinning the thinblood and Anarch populations. The Archbishop fucked off. Yes, we’re still screwed, but look at the carnage around you. How many of our enemies ancient and new were screwed even worse than us? A wise man once said: ‘Buy when there’s blood on the streets. Even if it’s on your own.’ I say: ‘We buy.’ It’s now, or never. Let’s rebuild this city into our impregnable fortress and finish the job, starting with some executions. Who’s first?”SCOURGE HYUN-AH ‘BLUE FAIRY’: “Quit struggling.”[REDACTED]: “MY FUCKING LEG!”PRINCE LANSING: “Good evening. What’s your name, son?”[REDACTED]: “AARGH!”PRINCE LANSING: “Mr. Aargh, did you develop a way to simplify the creation of abominations with your expertise in Thinblood Alchemy? ANSWER.”
>>97621965(3/3)[REDACTED]: “Yes! Please have- GYAAAA!”SCOURGE HYUN-AH ‘BLUE FAIRY’: “His name is [REDACTED].”PRINCE LANSING: “Mr. Aargh, does anyone else besides you know how to do it? ANSWER.”[REDACTED]: “NOOOOOO!”PRINCE LANSING: “Sweet! My good Miss Scourge, please take out this trash, then the rest of the trash over there, and clean yourself up for your wedding ceremony. I’m kind of in a hurry, I’m 196 years late after all.”SCOURGE HYUN-AH ‘BLUE FAIRY’: “At once, Prince Lansing.”[REDACTED]: “AAAAAAAA!”PRINCE LANSING: “And where’s your bride? Ah, there she is. Come here. Good evening, welcome!”PRISCILLA ‘PRINCESS CHARMING’: “Good evening. It’s an honor, Prince Lansing.”SCOURGE HYUN-AH ‘BLUE FAIRY’: “Thank you again, Prince Lansing.”PRINCE LANSING: “Priscilla of Clan Ventrue, Hyun-ah of Clan Toreador, you stand here today to give yourselves to each other in Blood Marriage. If anyone knows of any legal reason why these two may not be married tonight, please speak now. Thank you. Priscilla, do you take this kindred to be your lawfully wedded wife?"PRISCILLA ‘PRINCESS CHARMING’: “I do.”PRINCE LANSING: “Hyun-ah, do you take this kindred to be your lawfully wedded wife?"SCOURGE HYUN-AH ‘BLUE FAIRY’: “I do.”PRISCILLA ‘PRINCESS CHARMING’: “I give you this ring and this ARTERIA RADIALIS as tokens of our love and devotion.”SCOURGE HYUN-AH ‘BLUE FAIRY’: “I give you this ring and this ARTERIA RADIALIS as tokens of our love and devotion.”PRINCE LANSING: “By the authority of the Traditions of the Camarilla, I pronounce you women and wives! Priscilla, you may kiss Hyun-ah, but in moderation. In moderation I said. SIGN HERE AND HERE. Thank you. Finally, stand with me now. It is my distinct honor to present to you for the first time: Mrs. Feroldi Antonisi de Rosa and Mrs. Jang as wife and wife! Can we have some song and dance in here?”MC AURELIA ‘ASSOLUTA’: https://youtu.be/DOW6n1q2t2APRINCE LANSING: “What a beautiful night! It’s good to be back!”
I was in Venice when I first learned that a Cainite Diablerized an abomination and died. I scoured the Schrecknet archives for any message on the subject, then sought the man himself: Boy Toy, as he was known on the network.Venus in Furs, his Sire and mistress, lived with her Childer under the same roof, like a family, one from the Clan of the Rose, not my own, the Clan of Death. She was in the USA and I received a warm welcome with many gifts. Boy Toy’s room was full of items she thought useful to my research: guns, photos, a fur coat he gifted his Cainite girlfriend, his preserved tears, the keys to a heavily upgraded Subaru. I carefully examined those, and my attractive host.This family wrote him letters: the older sister’s traumatized him to the core, I can’t post it here. Boy Toy died to protect the second sister, she wrote nothing, Venus just said the girl is married and employed. His girlfriend and youngest sister wrote: “Do you think something I ain’t ever gonna see or touch is a bf?”I let Venus talk to him, it degenerated: “You loved my whips, furs, heels! Did you ever love me as a woman in all these bloody years?” He said he was Blood Bound. She hissed: “I disown you, Sirio. You are dead to me.”Like other wraiths, he discovered of how quickly the living move on. Venus’ philosopher-operator, wracked by guilt and self-loathing long before his Embrace, said he made many terrible mistakes.I gave him a new Fetter, slapped him, and said: “Your first rule as my slave: no one, not even yourself, can torment you - except for me.” He accepted his fate: better than dying and suffering alone on the Other Side.I showed Venus my Necromantic power that tames even the sun itself. I was human enough to sneeze, transfixing my host. I have to agree with her: furs are a basic necessity of a woman’s life, not luxury items.I listened dispassionately to Boy Toy’s story as I drove his car towards a harmless sunrise. When was the last time a death made me so curious?
As I sit on the “throne” of this Empire of Dirt, an eager and a little too pale blood doll kneels before me and brushes his face on the golden tiger fur covering my legs, hoping I’m feeling hungry. I stroke his hair and dismiss him, I’m not in the mood, I need some time, time to think back about everything that happened this winter.Uncle The Devil Wears Me, stylist. He finally avenged the wife he lost in a concentration camp, then left me to start a business, he believes I don’t know he thinks of remarrying.Assoluta, opera singer, my ambassadress to Clan Ventrue. My first and last masterpiece, she became a permanent fixture of the rotating Elysia of New York City, the designated Mistress of Ceremonies.Blue Fairy, just-married French-Korean martial artist. Now she is the Scourge of New York, and in this very instant, I think she’s doing things to thinbloods that make the trigger-happy cops and robbers in this country look like the Dalai Lama by comparison.Boy Toy, my poor son and philosopher-operator. My slave, taken away from me, avenged, then taken away once more.Mercury Lamp, doll who makes dolls. Is she tired of playing with dolls? Is that even possible? She just said goodbye, her miniscule hand held by my adopted Ventrue, Princess Charming, as they left for “college.” Scarlet, my youngest, is also continuing her education elsewhere.I am now the last vampire left in this mansion, alone with my old flame Revelation turned into a statue, and my furs, whips, my servants, my misery.Could I ever find true love, let alone have a relationship with an equal? Nay! Utter bollocks! That necromancer I invited was right: I am THE Venus in Furs! I have no equal! I’m in control!But where is my happy ending, I wonder?However... I do, in fact, have one companion left! An equal, even! I walk into my room and she’s there, ever faithful, waiting for me! All I have to do is smile, and the gorgeous lady in the mirror smiles back. Spring is coming. Love is in the air.
SPECIAL EDITIONMEET THE NEW LEADERSHIP OF THE CAMARILLA IN NEW YORK CITYPRINCECLAN VENTRUE: John Ten Eyck Lansing Jr., childe of Doran, 7th gen, M, USSENESCHALCLAN VENTRUE: Morena, childe of Datura, 7th gen, F, US/MXPRIMOGEN COUNCILCLAN BRUJAH: Maxmillien "Maxwell" Rousseau, childe of Altamira, 6th gen, M, FR/HT (colony of Saint-Domingue)CLAN MALKAVIAN: Luna Rochester, childe of Bedelia, 7th gen, F, USCLAN NOSFERATU: Arne de Briey, childe of Nikolaus Vermeulen, 8th gen, M, BECLAN TOREADOR: Louis Le Prince "Father of cinematography", childe of Edward Williams, 8th gen, M, FRCLAN TREMERE: William Morgan, childe of Madeline Coventry, 9th gen, M, USCLAN VENTRUE: Lisabeth Verena Sprecher von Bernegg, grandchilde of Purissima Geiss, 7th gen (?), F, CHSHERIFFCLAN BRUJAH: Leodegar, childe of Vera and grandchilde of Guillaume, 7th gen, M, CHDEPUTY SHERIFFSCLAN NOSFERATU: Calebros, childe of Augustin, 9th gen, M, USCLAN TREMERE: Eugenio "Gene" Estevez, childe of Octavio Korrol, 9th gen, M, ESHOUNDSCLAN BRUJAH: Pankraz Hartings, grandchilde of Jaroslav Pascek, 9th gen, M, DE/NLCLAN MALKAVIAN: Eris Catlow, childe of Juliet Parr, 10th gen, F, UKCLAN TOREADOR: Maude, (grand?)childe of Diana Iadanza, 10th gen, F, US/CA-QCCLAN VENTRUE: Ronan "Ron" Fitzpatrick, great-grandchilde of Lucinde, 9th gen, M, US/IEKEEPER OF ELYSIUMCLAN VENTRUE: Najwa Akram Sharaf, childe of Anushin-Rawan, 7th gen, F, QA/AEHARPIESCLAN NOSFERATU: Ursula Vibeke Gyldenkrantz "UVG - Uncanny Valley Girl", childe of Belinde Buch, 8th gen, F, DKCLAN TOREADOR: Jorani Lawan, childe of Victoria Ash, 9th gen, F, KH/THCLAN VENTRUE: Emily Carson, childe of Robert Parkhurst, 9th gen, F, USMISTRESS OF CEREMONIESCLAN TOREADOR: Aurelia "Assoluta" Hierschel de Minerbi, childe of Diva Mastix Lasch "Venus in Furs", 10th gen, F, ITSCOURGECLAN TOREADOR: Hyun-ah "Blue Fairy" Jang (장현아, 張賢娥, Jang Hyun-ah), childe of Diva Mastix Lasch "Venus in Furs", 10th gen, F, FR/KR
>>97621945I think Scarlet will stay at Kakophoni's place then, it's much safer over there.The new administration wants to hoard all the glory methinks, but I will do all I can to make sure you, the real heroes, don't remain "unsung" and unrewarded - unless you deliberately choose to be.Either way, in Bridgeport or New York or elsewhere, I pray everybody does a good job, because I sure as hell don't think I was a good mother, mistress, sire, kindred.I hope all of you enjoyed my tomfoolery.
>>97622026I personally enjoyed it. While it veered a bit too much into ceaseless BDSM fucking, the contrast with all the other mini-chronicles usually focusing wholly for murder, Kindred warfare, strange encounters of paranormal kind, ominous prophecies, threats, extinction and whatever else was pleasant, and it does fit Toreadors as a clan. And, above all else, it did help keep the threads alive, and that's good no matter what.
>>97622113Yes we all have our ideas of what the World of Darkness looks like, or should look like, and I just thought there was an element of sensuality and hedonism (and coomerism...) that was more prevalent in the manuals than in these threads.I don't know if anybody wants to use this sort of thing in a chronicle, but I kind of used the "world of SM" as a large, hidden, private social network.For example when Lansing told this story:>One night in a dirty bar in Asia I met a young man, not a local, he asked me: ‘What’s an old kindred doing here?’ So I said: ‘A journey of self-discovery.’ He added: ‘Involving a bad woman.’ I said: ‘It’s the journey that counts.[...]the old man meant Boy Toy and Spider Lily. If anyone cares Spider Lily taught bondage to Venus in Furs, the Japanese tea ceremony to Mercury Lamp and jujutsu to Blue Fairy.Since a few characters in the previous threads brought Epstein's nonsense up - in which an utterly mediocre man like Epstein, with really bad boomer takes, gets to shake hands with the big leagues: royalty, unimaginably richer people like Bill Gates, politicians from the left and the right - imagine that sort of thing being like a social network organized the way the Sabbat does things, and this world of SM I'm rambling about being a Camarilla-like counterpart, wherein a mediocre kindred like Venus in Furs could win far more influential friends.
>>97621954>SCHRECK.NETLiteral theater kids.
>>97622376
Let me get this straight: the Sabbat's plan to free themselves of blood bonds is drinking the Kool-Aid, literally, living under vinculi that can last a century? Don't blood bonds last for months?
The new prince hates taxes? That's my kind of leader.
>>97623240I got excited too, but PAYING taxes is what he said he doesn't like, tho
>>97621954>/tq/Important? Probably that ruin in Michigan, simply by virtue of involvement. Apparently it's now a hazard with all the asbestos the fires kicked up.Feels like it ain't the right question though. 90% of my time spent out in the sticks and 7% spent in small towns makes it the exception, not the rule. >>97623275The Prince doesn't like violence? Well great guess we can all expect to get our hands dirty. The Prince doesn't like risks? Wonderful, us riff-raff are getting escorted to the town borders.The only time I've ever had a prince be honest was when he said he hated Gangrels to my face. Oh, that was rare and refreshing.
>tq Was my hometown but being run out by a matauding bunch of nicktuku kind of ruined that. I do wonder how the land sale is going to go though. Might have to find some rando who looks vaguely related to ghoul temporarily and then drain him just to get financial control again. Least I still have the etsy store for miscarriage/period amulets. Free vitae via magic. It’s honestly amazing what the settites have figured out. So did some research on this seal skin thing. It’s called a selkie. If I take its skin, they have to stay on land. Might hide out and talk to one that way. What mysteries lie beneath the depths.
>>97623385Sejlkis? Colour me curious with your investigations.Words of advice though. Across all the stories of seal maidens, on both sides of the Atlantic, they're usually very magnanimous. And colonies of them hold the sort of grudges that make elders blush. For some reason of all the 'animal wife' folklore it isn't slight bears or wolves or foxes that go full scorched earth wiping out entire islands. No, it is the humble grey seal.
>>97621954>THREAD QUESTIONThat is a tough question but I would say Alexandria is the most important city to me. After I was (thankfully) separated from my sire, I received most of my training from The Court of Miracles there. After Alexandria would be Luxor, where I was first taught sorcery, and then I suppose Cairo. St. Augustine and Jacksonville are slowly growing on me.>>97623385>So did some research on this seal skin thing. It’s called a selkie. If I take its skin, they have to stay on land. Might hide out and talk to one that way. What mysteries lie beneath the depths.You always attract the strangest things!
>>97621940my thanks charmer. the Queen has allowed me to move into her dominion for the time being, until further notice so hopefully more light will be shed on all those, even if I'd prefer it to be more secular matter of shyness. as an aside is it common among your number to have a... no, suffer rather a... serpentine jawline? the last few times I've noticed it growing on her, so much so she needs an interpreter.>>97621954halifax. I was sent to the city from my native vermont and ended up being turned there. usually avoided cities since.
>>97623460Very early test sketch, he's figuring out the composition, style, how to draw all these vamps and so on. Feel free to ask for edits, it's a sketch for a reason, very adjustible at this stage. He's going for a shaded black-and-white style, no color, this time.
>>97624123From left to right if I can guess: Ignis, Halfseeing Eye, Lavender, H0TS, Meo-Meo. With the Nosforatu in the background?
>>97624225Yep. One Nossie is being as difficult as she normally is, looking off into the distance oh-so-ominously, while the other one's waving politely. There's lots of little things to adjust, Ignis is looking very rough for a woman who's as stiff as a board, H0T looks maybe a bit too old, etc, but I'm glad they're reading clear enough as-is.
>>97624123>>97624413Genuinely radical brother. Only thing I'd critique is H0T's missing arm is the same side as her eye so the sleeve should be rolled up. Other than that it looks great.
>>97623986>as an aside is it common among your number to have a... no, suffer rather a... serpentine jawline? the last few times I've noticed it growing on her, so much so she needs an interpreter.Sometimes members of my clan do develop serpentine features, but the few I have known always developed them following their Embrace or very shortly afterwards. I've never heard of such features developing later in a manner reminiscent of a progressive disease, so such a thing would make The Queen a very unusual case.Or rather, it would make The Queen an unusual case if she is of Set's lineage. It is possible that The Queen is in fact a Gangrel who was initiated into The Followers of Set later in her unlife, and the serpentine jawline is a manifestation of the curse which afflicts the chosen of Tefnut.>>97624123Lavender [singing]:Me and my boys are gonna mess you up.HSE: I rolled a one.H0T: I rolled a one.Lavender: Fuck!
Figure I'd lost the updated version of one of the sketches while I'm at it.
>>97625388 my boys are otherwise engaged so I’m gonna bring it all myself!>>97623891Now now, don’t speak so poorly about yourself my sweet. >>97623460Noted. Don’t just steal it lest I face the wrath of blubber. I’ve seen the face of terror. And it is 600 kilos of pure wrath. Pic related. His name is neil. Vid related. https://m.youtube.com/shorts/OE_cPVOe2uY
>>97621954>The most important city in your unlifeWhat can I say, it's in the name.
>>97625388I'd doubt she's a Gang. It's rare you get twists like that which are so specific and without other consequences. There's a reason why most of my folk with souvenirs either have a few small ones or undergo the full cryptid treatment. >>97626439Aw, how precious. A lot larger than the ring seals I saw when I was at the Winipekw up north. But I have to admit that when I was a lot younger I got startled and knocked on my ass by a Ringed seal. 100 pounds of muscle and fat darting for the water isn't anything to turn your nose up at.Hm. Should return to the great bay some day. >>97626500Colma the town? Is it true they basically have a necropolis down there overrun by shadow men?
>>97621954I need the news, kindred. Tell me what you're up to.
>>97628137Showing my newest ghostly servant the ropes. He's still quite shocked and frightened, but makes up for it by being polite, obedient, a fast learner, and easy to motivate and correct. His WRX can do everything except being quiet or fuel efficient, making it a superb vehicle.He wanted to say hello to "the good folks of Schrecknet" and apologize again for the mess he made. Cute.
>TQVenice, then Luanda where I met the Ghiberti.>>97623182Religious fanaticism.>>97623460>>97626439Seals may have, indirectly, inspired Gojira, the King of the Monsters himself. This is a Hōnengyo (豊年魚), a yōkai that is sometimes depicted with the face of a seal.>>97624123>>97625839Very good
>>97623357>The Prince doesn't like violence? Well great guess we can all expect to get our hands dirty. The Prince doesn't like risks? Wonderful, us riff-raff are getting escorted to the town borders.As an Independent, I find relatable. But how are you still a riff-raff when you are clearly no ordinary Gangrel, mediating between supernatural enemies and having developed the patience to listen to a Malkavian? What else do you have to accomplish before the city Cainites believe you are no longer a riff-raff?Sorry for the triple post but "Our system thinks your post is spam"
>>97628137Not enjoying the quiet of ignorance? I can share.>The Sword of Damocles hangs over us>Embers and ash are drifting Westward over the mire>The pines are speaking Finnish(?)>Someone somewhere realizes the archbishop isn't near as powerful as he claims >No passwords for you today :)>It is a bad day to live in Reno >The pavement is hungry for flesh and blood and sacrifice
>>97624433Fixed! If there's nothing else to adjust for Meo and H0T, he'll do a few edits I got in mind for the rest of the pic and get to lining it. Editing it then will still be fine, just a bit more time consuming, so best get the changes in early.>>97625388>>97626439shortly after this he gets electrocuted, burned, bitten, and a werewolf loots that body LOOTS THAT BODY >>97625839Peak!
>>97628137Trying to get some sleep.>>97628526>What else do you have to accomplish before the city Cainites believe you are no longer a riff-raff?First, I'm still... Well me. A fool who lived in Loup Country long enough it rubbed off on me. Second, I will always be riff-raff, or worse. A wild animal that will always be a risk.>>97628633Stop stealing that.>>97628761Radical. Half Seeing Eye has big gnome energy and the contrast between Igni and LL is amazing. And it's great to see Mèo and H0T dressed up.
Any general tips for talking to an elder? I was summoned but I don't know the reason.
>>97631333dont panic, dont do anything stupid, and keep your ears open for what the old fart aint sayingand if youre already disposable thats a (you) problem
>>97631333It would be optimal if you were to discover that reason before the conversation takes place.Do not antagonize the underlings, secretaries, et cetera of your superior under any circumstances: they will turn the Elder against you, and the Elder trusts them more than you.Always wait for your turn to speak.There are two types of servant. After doing something bad, a smart servant will try to downplay what happened, come up with excuses, shift the blame onto somebody else, and so on. A loyal servant will reach out to the master first and say: "This is what happened. I did something terrible. I deserve punishment." Elders tend to prioritize loyalty over nonsense when choosing and rewarding their servants.Your options are limited, making your path closer to a straight road, the easiest and shortest path there can be.
>>97631333Don't flinch. Even when (not if) they start making it weird.
>>97628137Well, New York became a free-for-all all and was terrorized by a "dragon" for a time. The whole situation has been resolved and a new Prince and new regime is in power. What's that saying again? Out with the old, in with the new?Monsieur LavenderLevinbolt fought a duel to the death and managed to strike an accord with the local Lupines, as well as a powerful spirit of some kind, thanks to the aid of Mademoiselle H0T. Everyone seems satisfied with the arrangement thus far.Oh! My secondary haven has been completed. Much more secluded than my primary haven, with a touch of home added. It's almost a shame to not to reside there permanently.>>97631333In addition to the excellent advice provided in >>97631555, >>97631615, and >>97632376 I'll add that when you are called upon to speak, stick to the facts of the situation. Avoid any form of speculation, unless invited to do so by your elder.
Is there a way to cure the affliction?A few days ago I got mauled by some- Person(?) In my apartment and when I woke up I managed to overpower and kill him. However I think he cursed me with whatever it is you people have and I'll be honest I have college classes to attend and I cannot be asked to deal with this. I had to dig through my attacker's things after he turned to dust in my living room and all I've got to go on is some credentials to get here.I haven't discounted I've completely lost my mind.
>>97635731Sunbathing.
>>97635731There is no cure for either the hunger you feel or your madness, the only escape is Final Death.
>>97635731lets make the assumption you aint trolling, right?this is something you are now stuck with. no way youre getting out of it and anyone who tells you to go kill the president or has a magic potion to sell you is full of it. you got blood sucking autism for all you can change it. it sucks. youll get used to it or youll die. now make sure you dont share it, make sure you keep yourself fed, and dont do anything stupid.
>>97635731Killing him may have been a huge mistake, we have rules around when and when not to kill kindred. Plus he would have been the one to show you the ropes on your new unlife, now you're kind of screwed.
>>97635731Yea... No there's no cure worth your time. There's no conventional or supernatural cure for what you have now. But that's not the end of the world kid, plenty of people have suffered it, and plenty more will. What's important is that you still exist and you now have a lot of your needs condensed down into; >(1) Blood is now water, ambrosia, and meth to you, so long as you have it you'll just keep going.>(2) The sun is anathema to you and your second lease on life is over the moment you see it. >(3) The night is nowhere near as empty as it was before, it is filled with a lot of unfriendly things, although, it doesn't have to be.If you have more questions ask them. Ignorance will get you killed.>>97636912This reads like a panic embrace. IE; Their sire fucked up a feeding, went too far, and tried to ghoul them, only embracing them instead.
>>97635731Many of our kind promise treatments, only a fraction ever achieved the results that were promised, and only after a long and arduous journey. I myself can become "more human" for a day, quenching my thirst and quelling the Beast - there is a Beast inside of you too by the way - and that is the best I could manage after over four centuries and mastering the Necromantic arts. Your priority should be adapting to your new nature, for changing it into something else is going to be difficult to the extreme, and besides, how can you change what you don't know?
>>97635766Fuck you.>>97635917Also fuck you.>>97636206Oh yea because I was going to go screaming to the heavens about this shit.What am I supposed to eat? I can't keep food down or even water?>>97636912Are you serious? That creep shows up in my house, mauls me, knocks me out, tries to kill me AGAIN when I get back up and I'm supposed to show restraint!? Self defence mother fucker are you kidding me?! >>97636996So like whatthefuckdoyoufuckAlright. Fine. No really this is just fuckHow do I get blood and not like- make people into vampires? Is this like AIDS or some shit or how does that work. Also what the fuck do you mean 'the night isn't empty?' Has there been an outbreak of vampires or something and the world even more fucked up than I was told?>>97638629Okay. I am done having an episode and I'll ask you to clarify/ What do you mean "our kind."
>>97639661We are vampires, and so are you. Try biting a human's external jugular vein or radial artery. For all vampires and most of their prey, it's a pleasant experience (I'm an exception~ my prey suffer pure agony~). Blood is your new power source, forget food and water. As long as humans aren't the ones ingesting your blood, they will remain humans - or corpses if you drink too much.
Forgot to put my name on. I'll try to give you a quick run-down while answering your questions.>>97639661>What am I supposed to eat? I can't keep food down or even water?Blood, seriously just blood, you can learn to eat and taste food again one day, but it won't fuel you, only blood will. Animal blood works, but isn't as efficient.>>97639661>Are you serious? That creep shows up in my house, mauls me, knocks me out, tries to kill me AGAIN when I get back up and I'm supposed to show restraint!? Self defence mother fucker are you kidding me?!I didn't know he tried to kill you when you woke up. Definitely sounds like a feeding gone wrong then. You still might be in a world of shit with the local kindred though, I don't make the rules or enforce them. The local vampires might want to find and kill you so I'd skip town or go into hiding. When that dude's friends come looking for him you won't want to be there. Stay out of sunlight, garlic won't do shit to you, a stake to the heart will paralyze you but won't kill you. A point-blank shotgun to the face or a .50BMG might kill you, but you can shrug off .38 and 9mm like they're paintballs.>How do I get blood and not like- make people into vampires? Is this like AIDS or some shit or how does that work.To make a kindred (what vampires call vampires) you have to drain them dry and then give them your blood. If you give someone some of your blood without feeding on them you temporarily make what's called a "ghoul", a semi-mind-controlled servant with limited vampire powers, they get addicted to it too and the withdrawal is hell, so be careful.>Also what the fuck do you mean 'the night isn't empty?'Werewolves, ghosts, wizards, faeries and mummies are all real and usually don't get along with kindred.
>>97640223>>97640232I'd avoid giving out any more information if I were you folks. This smells of a trap.A freshly created fledgling is able of overcome the blood bond and their sire, who happened to conveniently carry a device and credentials to access ShreckNet.This fledgling is able to deduce that they are a vampire in one post, and even express fear of spreading vampirism like it's some kind of disease, then in the very next post they ask what is ment by "our kind" and acts ignorant as to what they are.This is obviously a trap to lure in unwary, sympathetic Kindred. Don't fall for it.
>>97639661You don't need food and you don't need water. I wasn't kidding when I said it is Everything to you. Some old farts have lived off dregs for ages. >Are you serious? They are. Unfortunately you are now in a society that at its most charitable has its own social contract. At worse it's a mob or a cult.>How do I get blood and not like- make people into vampires? Others have described ways, but so long as you aren't picky you can get old bio-material. >Next question.You'll figure it out. Just be cautious, hold your cards close to your chest, and recognize you can't trust what you 'knew' before. Words won't do it justice.>"our kind."Everyone who shares your 'affliction.' V word has all kind of superstitions. And baggage, both inside and out, as I know how disorientating getting dragged in gets.But here's an important question for you. Did your attacker have any visible physical deformities? Possess any abilities you could pin-point in their attack? Critically, when you killed them did you bite them? Still can't believe the Nos didn't reinstate PDF support, we could just send him an electric pamphlet so it sounds less... Delusional to a normal person. But living in the age of shit-ass hunters executing network attacks has its downsides.>>97640295Maybe. Maybe not. It is worth interrogating, but there are vectors of 'safe' information, and I've had it described to me what getting embraced in the past decade is like.Alas, the poor wretched zoomers.
>>97640295>is able to deduce that they are a vampire in one post, and even express fear of spreading vampirism like it's some kind of diseaseI was very purposefully led into the Embrace, and mostly knew what it'd be, but, come on, man. You tell me that after all the shitty Camarilla-approved vampire media out there, you'd not be able to figure out why you're cold, dead, even, don't have any normal living bodily functions, can't eat or drink anything normal, crave blood on an instinctive level? You'd have to be in some absurd quantities of denial to not get it. The spread-of-vampirism thing fits a Fledgling who knows fuck-all except generic shitty media laced with disinfo, too. There's a million shitty novels, games, movies and so on where vampirism is a disease you can spread with a bite, instead of the convoluted process it actually requires.And, honestly, hunters know the basics already, smart ones, at least. And not smart ones won't be able to get much more out of us than they would out of torturing some dipshit Thinblood.>>97634187>as well as a powerful spirit of some kindThis one is a work in progress, technically. >>97640348Art's complete! Here's your two girls. I'll get on writing the update in a day or two, might put up the whole thing before that, if anybody wants to see it early.
>>97640525"What kind of dumb person would actually fall for a Malkavian Siren? Oh. Oh no." Save it for the update I can wait for high-grade quality.
>>97640525When you've lost everything, you can deny things being what they are for a long long while.That said I'd like more information, though, not enough to get the baby bat killed.The girls together, amazing. Save the whole piece for the whole release I want to see the gang all at once, and I've gotten started on the epilogue.Those digits on your profile better not be your birthday young man.
The sun is goneBut I have a light.The fire is coming for us all.
>>97640525>you'd not be able to figure out why you're cold, dead, even, don't have any normal living bodily functions, can't eat or drink anything normal, crave blood on an instinctive level? You'd have to be in some absurd quantities of denial to not get it.That's exactly what I'm talking about, Lav. Just look at our little "Fledgling's" post and tell me if it doesn't smell like a fish market to you.>I think he cursed me with whatever it is you people haveBefore this "Fledgling's" post, nobody in this thread has mentioned their dietary requirements or sleeping habits, yet somehow this believes he might have "whatever we have." The only thing that stands out is Lily talking about being a necromancer, but you don't exactly get "cursed" with being a necromancer, now do you?>Fuck you.Okay, so he knows sunlight = bad. So I guess he's managed to reason out that he's a vampire, but not the kind that will sparkle in the sunlight like some of the shitty Camarilla-approved media you mentioned.>What am I supposed to eat? I can't keep food down or even water?So he's figured out he's a vampire, but he somehow doesn't know that vampires drink blood. Even the afore mentioned shitty sun-sparkling vampires can't eat normal food!>How do I get blood and not like- make people into vampires? Is this like AIDS or some shit or how does that work.Hey, a reasonable question. But again, he's already put together that he is a vampire, and because he thinks he has "whatever we have" we must be vampires too.>What do you mean "our kind."So despite his initial post already concluding that he has "whatever we have", and already making the connection that he - and by extension the rest of us - are vampires, he still needs clarification on what "our kind" are.I'm telling you, this smells of someone trying to dig up more info and lay a trap. Could be a hunter, could be some eccentric rich guy hoping for immortality or something. Could be anything. But my gut says: don't trust it.
>>97641772I'd rather not at all. Chalk that up to some traumatic memories.>>97640232Every part a me wants to scream this ain't fair. I didn't work my fucking ass off to get into a good aeronautics program and now some dumb motherfucker decided to take it away from me. But nothings fair and I got to go eat shit.Fuck me I'm going tonight then. Tired of this shit-ass country and this fucking bull. >>97640295OH SORRY CHAMP AM I NOT ALLOWED TO HOPE MY LIFE AINT OVER? THAT I DIDN'T GET FUCKED OVER BY SOME SHITHEAD WHO DECIDED FUCK THAT BOYS ASS IN PARTICULAR IMMA RUIN HIS WHOLE FUCKING LIFE!? O SCUSE .ME YOU STUPID ASS, I"M JUSTHERE TREADING WATER AWARE MY FUCKING HEART STOPPED AND THINKIN IM IN HELL A PURGATORY A SOME OTHER SHIT I ain't a fake. I ain't going to ask for anything dangerous out a you people but I'm at my limit. Can't take that shit no more.>>97640348Cool. Great. Like the fucking NoI bullshit again great no cool I get that. That- A lot of that helps. Thanks. So. Guy who bit me. Had a fuckin pentagram carved on his forehead, tall, dark hair, pale. No deformations outside of looking like his teeth been kicked in. Bite sort of numbed me but it hurt. I didn't see him at first- like, I think I didn't see him at first like it was- Like I saw through him. But he was kind of fucked up now that I look back. And I bit down when I woke up after to hold on as I started beating on him. And I'll be honest I kind of like- Wasn't all there for a while, until a bit after, and I still thought that shit was a bad dream until I woke up the next day and the sun damn near burned by hands off.What's that tell you big boss? Anything you wanna share because I got like- the ultimate emergency plan.>>97641772Yea yea see above am done crashing out. Life's over and I'm a fucking rat now cool.
>>97641981Oh fuck me I'm done>I'd rather not at all. Chalk that up to some traumatic memories.Meant that for u my fuckin bad >>97640223
>>97641772Or we're dealing with a newbie that was turned, killed their sire, tried to eat but failed and was burnt by sunlight. It's a weird circumstance, but it's not much different from my own first week as a Shovelhead.
>>97642007Does bring me back to my lacheur nights.God damn though, getting eaten by your own whelp? Pathetic.
>>97641981>>97641989>Chalk that up to some traumatic memories.Your traumatic memories are yet to start.>Had a fuckin pentagram carved on his forehead, tall, dark hair, pale. No deformations outside of looking like his teeth been kicked in.>But he was kind of fucked up now that I look back.It's becoming clear why you emerged victorious.
>>97641981Not Nos, not a Malk you sound like you still have your faculties. Not a witchman bite, you'd know that when it hits you, bunch of crossouts. The Obb? Maybe? Fledge that's a real nasty thing to identify. So let's try and pin this down. And be honest, you're now on your own until you can carve out a niche or figure something out for yourself. I hope you have a plan. FeartheOldBlood is correct, now is the time to get out of dodge with everything you can carry and sell.>Have you noticed a serious bloodlust? >Can you see yourself in the mirror?>Have you noticed any increased compulsions you had prior?>Have you noticed an increase or decrease in your internal volatility?>Have you a repulsion of objects of spiritual note (crosses, things like that)?>>97642415Enough of us had a bad time we can call it a valid start auntie. Unless you're old enough you've forgotten yourself.
>>97642527>a valid start auntieValid, you say, when he hasn't even hunted yet, and his first thought was looking for a cure, as if this was an illness, a puzzle to be solved with the judicious application of scientific rigour? Do refresh my memory: wasn't your clan's patience for these types lower than my family's?
>>97642611Patience? Oh that implies there's a care in the first place.You get patience if you live long enough to survive a winter on your own. Some have the decency to give their subjects the basics, but some get much less. I never even met mine.
>>97621989I sort of like the idea of Chronicle being presented a bit more like a play or an Epistolary type short story instead of kindred just rapping tapping on the keyboard keys. Maxwell as a NY primogen still lusting after chicago no doubt is a nice flourish.
>>97640525That's real snazzy, I enjoy the brushstroke type texture to it.A stranger walks into town, but where and who remains to be seen. Huh, I never really considered WoD for Soloplay despite it being probably one of my least 'hours played' games that I actually play. Anyone else have suggestions for Autoetpo... Mastur...Solo Chronicaling?
>>97640525very nice but sorry i think all four fingers on the one on the left should be visible from that angle, if you stand like that in front of the mirror youll see why
They should have called it "Code of Milan" Fashion Weekhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3fz5DK09iqw&t=11m26shttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_auhIEp90AQ&t=14m9shttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OFnnlZPPoSk
>>97642180Well, getting speculative, he sounds like he was a bit pre-cooked by an earlier fight. Probably figured on healing himself and getting a minion in the bargain.
>>97642958It depends on what you want to do. What's happening here is a lot more mixed than just solo, more running on the forum structure. Personally I'm doing the minimum of dice rolls and going on the inputs from the forum anyways, with a few pre-existing ideas I want to get into. So what are you interested in doing?>>97644716He might have just been a real nasty Nosferatu and the lick hasn't looked in the mirror yet?Actually was that pentagram fresh?
>>97644653Why is this the same everyyear!>Is our gay fetish shit popular yet? NoSTOP IT TOREADOR. Back in my day you were lucky to catch sight of an Ankle and let me tell you. Men would have killed for that ankle. And now you have whores everywhere. Let me ask you>Are you making more cattle that wayNo you're not. This is obviously a Sabbat plan to weaken our Western Holdings. We used to raise Prime Beef and now we're lucky to get inbred half breed retards. Have you no regard for your cattle? Do you really have to stick your dick in them too before you eat them, is not their life enough, Did you really have to take their family and meaning away from them. The Kine are for eating, fatten them up, let them prosper for a time that you may eat the very salt and fat of the land when you do harvest kindred culture is not healthy for the cattle, Birth rates down, Let me say this in terms our vaunted culture warriors should understand. >Nothing of Artistic Value has been made in 30 years, That's three lost decades of art because you fansy ass retards are still buttmad about your daddy from when you were alive. The Ventrue have better taste then the Toreadors these days. At least when you're money laundering and dealing in stolen art you need ot make it look good. >THIS IS WHAT TOREADOR STANDS FORGrowing a potato in ones own ass? This is what transfixed the high clans these days? DISGUSTING. The Kine need Kine art, Kine culture and you vultures are busy burning the farms that we eat from because your human art teachers were bad at their jobs. When you were still alive. Disgust is not even the word for it.
>>97644990Butt pots? Ha, that's kinda cute broI should get one for my garden, wicked pain to maintain but ma ghouls and ghoulettes appreciate good ol cassaroles :o)
>>97644990>you were lucky to catch sight of an Ankle and let me tell you. Men would have killed for that ankle.In my archipelago, the neck was enough. The man that calls me his muse often makes it the focus of his artworks.
>>97644879I don't know. I sort of want to try something on the higher end of the power curve which would still leave me lots of prequel room if I wanted. There's a lot of neat stuff in the WOD and I feel like we don't always get to see that. Maybe an Archon being told to take a few personal decades after a questionable decision? being told to hold Dallas and maybe install a friend as prince if he wanted to but basically just marking time there.
>>97644990Tzimisce are the best at art. Nothing of Toreador blood says they have to be GOOD at art, they're simply easy to distract with it. Tzimisce make people, and people make art.
>>97645177With the level of disparity between Archons? Yea, that's believable as long as you level up the plausible deniability and keep things interesting in Dallas.
>>97645181>Tzimisce are the best at art. Nothing of Toreador blood says they have to be GOOD at art, they're simply easy to distract with it. Tzimisce make people, and people make art.I think I heard this joke from a Toreador wearing a costume. Where was I, and when?
Half mauled some poor meth-head but I got my shopping done and dropped the poor bastard off at a hospital.Now, come tonight I'm doing something my great uncle did and I'm leaving the states. Pretty sure I'm being tailed but the plan I got is enough. If it works? Great. Failing that I guess I'll be dead for good. Not whatever half-dead this crap is. Also if all goes well I should be gone for like- Maybe a week or two. If everything goes right. Actually can I cross water? That's like- One of those bullshit things right? Please tell me that's not actually a problem.>>97642007Well. Guess I'm glad that some folk are familiar with this. What's a shovelhead, and do you got any advice for someone carrying out the dumbest plan they have with nothing to lose?>>97642415Yea. Should be dead I know. >>97642527You gotta be more specific with this shit. And uh- for the questions?>I guess but not so much after that altercation, fuckin felt good for a few seconds but the moment I realized what I was doing I tossed the thug into a wall>Yea I can still see myself>Imma be real I was kind of an anxious mess before but now I feel less anxious? Like before this I felt like I was going insane but now that am off that I feel like I got nothing left to lose? Like- Like when I was expelled from high school back in grade nine for a month. After the denial stopped is kinda liberating, yea? >I honestly couldn't tell, but like- still me I think?>I can't even look at JaeHov Jehovah's Witness pamphlets my cousins dropped on me last Christmas. Little cross necklace literally burns me. That answer your questions?>>97644879I can see my face just fine and I wasn't exactly a model before but I don't look much worse.And no, pretty sure that was a scar.
>>97645381>Half mauled some poor meth-head but I got my shopping done and dropped the poor bastard off at a hospital.I guess I failed to mention NOT TO DO THIS AT ALL. If you bite someone you can close the wounds with your saliva, and dropping them off at a hospital was probably THE WORST DECISION EVER. Now the doctors and the police are going to ask questions. Secrecy is key to the survival of all kindred.>Actually can I cross water? That's like- One of those bullshit things right? Please tell me that's not actually a problem.Total bullshit, not a problem at all.
>>97645474I just made up some bullshit about him losing a street fight man! Fuck with some of the shit the junkies get up too in these parts they didn't none flinch!>Total bullshit, not a problem at all.Thank god.
>>97645496All we're saying is they could find out he's anemic but not the source of the bleeding that could explain the loss of blood, but if it's the US healthcare system, or one like it, and he has no insurance, then they may not research the cause of his anemia too deeply.I would worry more about who runs the blood bank and has to provide packed red blood cells to save your victim, as they'll record that the cause was "anemia of unknown origin."
I have been won over to the idea he's legitimate and dumb. And painfully painfully fresh.
>>97645582It won't happen again, and my fuck-ass State is one of the worst for health-care. The most they do with crackheads is make sure they don't die ouright.
>>97644990>Back in my day you were lucky to catch sight of an AnkleThat's funny, because in my day a woman's formal dress often exposed a generous amount of décolletage.>>97645156>In my archipelago, the neck was enoughYou japanese always have been incredibly prudish.>>97645181>Tzimisce are the best at art.For a certain value of "art", oui.>Nothing of Toreador blood says they have to be GOOD at art, they're simply easy to distract with it. This is true. I often hear a jest that for as obsessed as they are with art, Toreador are utterly ineffectual at creating any original art.
>>97645662>>97645582>>97645474>>97645496one fent addict with anemia is an anomaly a repeat is a death sentence with a lot of folks sharpening their knives, dont do it again
>>97645381>I can't even look at JaeHov Jehovah's Witness pamphlets my cousins dropped on me last Christmas. Little cross necklace literally burns me.I'm afraid you are a member of an especially cursed lineage, wayward scion of Bast. You are in for a very difficult road ahead of you. If you encounter any other Kindred in your travels, do not under any circumstances let then learn of your heritage. If you must provide an answer, tell them you are Caitiff. You will experience a great deal of discrimination this way, but the alternative is much worse.
>>97645381Oh that's real bad kid. You drew one of the worst lots you could have.Good news; You don't have to worry about any of that clan stuff because you're officially a Caitiff. Perpetual outsider. You just need to pretend you're really fucked up because that effect can be picked up by sufficiently messed up people. So just... Avoid symbols of faith, holy ground, the works. And keep a hold on yourself because it is real easy to fall into things even worse.Bad new; You're probably of the clan that has sullied itself so badly it can't process symbols of faith or even some forms of hostile veneration. Most of those you're related to are arguably little better than monsters and have earned the ire of everyone else. Which is why you are now a Caitiff. Right?Also for future reference, you keep your existence hidden as best you can. I can't complain about saving folks, but if you have a bad situation that could implicate you, you let nature take its course alright?>shovelheadSomeone embraced as fodder, usually en-mass.And you're a goddamn Baali too, man you are fucked!I can't resist because this was my legitimate reaction. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ino425voCs0>>97645755>>97645156I'd rather be without shirt or skirt than just have my neck exposed. Feels more naked than being in my own skin.
>>97645615You forgot entertaining! I may have to get the old plum liqueur for this one. Kids these days.Never in my unlife I needed to be told that I had to lick the wound, because my education made sure I would not waste food, out of respect for all the people who worked to make it, from the field to the cup - and how much less was I going to waste, when it's a person's precious blood, and it's so delicious and addictive - and in my particular case, the kiss is so distressingly painful to boot?!>>97645662Drink responsibly, waste not, and try an animal too one night, so you can savor the difference.>>97645755>You japanese always have been incredibly prudish.Have we? Always? Were you not a French speaker, I'd be baffled by your statement.From my point of view, it looks like we were just a little better at hiding our degenerate ways, until we weren't. International travel and mass media let this little 'Masquerade of the kine' made of Honne (本音) and tatemae (建前) - the inner nature and outer demeanor - fall apart, now there are all these young people overseas who cannot tell Japan from China, but who heard all about love hotels, host clubs, prostitution, pornography, fetishes and more.>>97646476>I'd rather be without shirt or skirt than just have my neck exposed. Feels more naked than being in my own skin.Ah, my long lost innocence...
>>97646518>Have we? Always? Were you not a French speaker, I'd be baffled by your statement.It's called banter, ma chérie. Lucky that your calling is the necromancer's art, for I fear your conversational skills are as dead as the shades you surround yourself with.
>>97645381>What's a shovelhead,You plus blood starvation with a side of being buried alive. >and do you got any advice for someone carrying out the dumbest plan they have with nothing to lose?Don't hesitate. Don't panic. Focus on what needs doing, then run like hell.
>>97646476We'll move out tonight, before the moon is full, so we can start once it actually is full. Not feeling very ready for the ritual, but I won't get any more ready, so, no point in delaying it a month.Out of curiosity, while you were out and about, did you go anywhere to the north-east? Were you tracked by a walking mountain? It usually keeps its distance, but once you spot it, it's hard to miss it. Issue is, Victoria's gone out to do rounds and says it's nowhere to be foud. >>97644311All four fingers are visible, the one in the back isn't her thumb, it's her index finger just barely poking out.
>>97648177>It's called banterBehold, she became an Englishwoman!>I fear your conversational skills are as dead as the shades you surround yourself with.I will concede I'm absolutely your typical Elder who administers Disciplines and discipline to the living and undead. And the dead. Why walk when you can ride?
>>97649420Oh wonderful. No. I didn't see it. And somehow that's not even something I'm particularly worried about.We're both ready then.
Well. Life is officially over you fucking weirdos.Spent all of last night rat-racing my ass around the docks of my state which I will talk about only when I got an ocean between me and it. Got chased by someone, can't say, put a fucking bullet in my shoulder before I lost them.Now I'm on a ship like the last fucking recipient of the Back To Africa campaign.>>97646056>>97646476Why am I not even surprised? Hope that means it's just some delulu shit if JaeHov is the one true god o gods I think I'm fine being the Devil or some shit.Is being a vampire Satanic? I been reading through the back-logs of this forum and I know I ain't gonna get an answer but I'm curious.And for everyone who been helpful. Thanks. I guess this weird ass Caitiff owes you one. Prolly more than one but I don't really got a decent ratio for conversion on favours around here. All of this has let me figure out a plan.Now let's hope the other Land of the Free's got something more for me.
>>97652466>Now I'm on a ship like the last fucking recipient of the Back To Africa campaign.Oh my, are you going to Africa? Was your life too easy?>if JaeHov is the one true god o gods I think I'm fine being the Devil or some shit.It isn't, obviously, but that would be the right attitude.>Is being a vampire Satanic?Some vampires do worship demons. Others, like me, are altruistic, good-natured exorcists that keep misbehaving ghosts in line, and vampires too, sometimes.
>>97652524My mother had me carrying my passport the past few months and I was sweating over getting my degrees and stacks in order. But as people been quick to point out, my life is kind of over. But some people I knew had already had that happen to them. One a my uncs made the reverse of what I'm doing after all that shit in Sierr Leon. Lot of places for a person to 'vanish' across the ocean, that's all am gonna say for right now.And if my options are limited? Fine. Let's get fucking crazy with it, ain't like I got much else to lose and everything to gain. I'M DRACULA THE CHEAP ASS VERSION.>It isn't, obviously, but that would be the right attitude.Figures.>Some vampires do worship demons. Others, like me, are altruistic, good-natured exorcists that keep misbehaving ghosts in line, and vampires too, sometimes.Shit so everybody else gets to be able to do all the cool religion shit and my caitiff ass as gotta wait in the back alleyway? People bringing out Bast and Ra and shit.
>>97652616You may have the potential for, what's the word kids use today, "superpowers" too, but it will take some time and... discipline to develop them.
>>97652642Beyond the healing and running like the wind? Honestly I was planning on getting by with some of the other stuff. Ghouls.
>>97652676You need to learn to take care of yourself before you can take care of more mouths to feed.
>>97652616Should you seek a safe harbor while you get used to your new existence and explore the extent of your powers, the Prince of Cairo, Mukhtar Bey, has an open call for all Caitiff to travel to his domain and receive his guidance. Prince Bey even provided a khitta for the Caitiff on the Nile island of Gezira: Banu Zamalek.
>>97652466>Is being a vampire Satanic?No.In fact, being an infernalist is a good, shortest rout to have your sorry arse hunted down and executed by most kindred (especially (mostly) Christian clans like Lasombra)You're... not one of the infernalists, are you?
>>97652704I'm not doing anything crazy until I figure myself out, I ain't like some a the parasites going over to africa these days to be like- Megachurch parasites.>>97652933God damn that's a ways out from where I'm going but honestly, things go to shit it's nice I got a... Plan D? Plan E?>>97653025I was such a fucking weenie I got told off for it.Plus as far as I'm concerned if I'm allowed to start bein a melodramatic nerd I'm gonna say I got a grudge with them. Probs vice versa.Now real talk what can they do? I want to know what's gonna get off the port an try to jump me.
>>97652466Glad you made it kid.>Is being a vampire Satanic? It's debatable if we're damned. Like an ass, everyone has one (opinion on the matter.) Almost everyone rejects demonic origins, in fact the curse is usually conflated with divine roots.Although if JW is the "true" faith I'm signing on with the Lilith worshipping hippies. > And for everyone who been helpful. Thanks. I guess this weird ass Caitiff owes you one. Remember that for the future. All goes well, you'll hopefully be the one offering assistance in the future.>>97652676Look inside yourself. Were I to guess based on your late sire's descriptions you likely inherited the Obfuscation. A useful thing for avoiding notice, and if you can get into contact with the Nosforatu you'll likely be in a position to learn from them, supposing you're willing to do some dirty work for them. Some are known to protect the dregs of society in exchange for their support, operating in the open where they cannot. Beyond that it's hard to say, you'll need to test yourself with what lies within your hungry soul. >>97653064Infernalists are difficult to gauge. There's so much crap that's either against them or wild speculation that make out what's legitimate, what's fake, and what's the product of making deals with things beyond 'God's Light.'Cruel knife twists, apparitions, curses, fear and hunger. Sick stuff and that's the closest I've confirmed in my research. You will know it if they come for you. Also maybe figure out your own fears.
The Night is calling. The Moon is hungry.Come on then.Let us end the this Sojourn.
>>97652616>I'M DRACULA THE CHEAP ASS VERSION.I'm literally descended from Vlad Tepes and I'm pretty broke, but I'll let this slide since your whole life got flushed down the toilet by some random asshole. If you're ever hiding in central Canada come and visit, I'll let you sleep in my fancy coffin, thing is cushy as fuck It's like if a sensory deprivation tank could hug you. I'll hide all my crosses too.
last night I partook in the rituals of the 'Tres Pontes' as they call themselves at the moncton templewhat a strange and grand affair to see the devotees of cleopatra and the old gods engaging in rituals both complimentary and competitive. all while that skeleton watched on. the one who organized the union of the two cults with himself. I do not know much beyond the fact he is very clearly devoid of his flesh and rumours say he is from the carribean.regardless, when I was invited onto the the centrepiece of the lesser mysteries, what I saw I cannot relay, for in privacy I only revealed this to the Queen who has offered me protection for the time being on grounds I keep my silenceit chills my bones even still, yet I am glad I do not have to worry about my own safety and I can engage in accounting once againstrange nights ahead, kindred
>>97653064>I'm not doing anything crazy until I figure myself outHave you dazzled anybody yet? Or vanished from their vision?
>>97656137>A Samedi, a Settite, and a NosforatuThat sounds like the set-up for a joke that would get you stoned in some places
[Montane Layover 8 - So all day long the noise of battle roll'd]>We begun on a full moon, as is the right thing to do in grand rites.>You can conceptualize the moon as the eye of something vast and great and terrible, and to be in its vision is how you reach out and grasp beyond.>The caern grounds always are a pain to get to. The weather wasn't too nightmarish, for once, but we still mostly wore jackets - had to at least look like campers, if, by some horrid miracle, Kine or hunter drones were in the area. Not likely, of course, but carefulness saves you.>Our march started at the manor, with us moving as a group - while a single-fine line might've been safer or some shit, we didn't trust the darkness to not try and pick off people, not on a night like this. There was this strange taste of ozone in the air, a faintest sense of something grand looming over us, and we all knew exactly what it was. The issue was, our Kine, ghouls and even my cat felt it - they were on-edge, jittery. >Which meant that everything else was going to feel it, too. Everything - every strange little thing, every peculiarity, every unnatural horror hiding in the dark, every apparition, every presence, all the things that we were neighbors to.>Still, nothing to do but march. >We had to trek through places with little snow, and with plentiful; in woods fresh and living, and in areas burnt and razed by the Animkiig's rampage, last autumn. Down the winding path to the Caern, and along a frozen lake, where I could've sworn there was something vast moving beneath the ice, making it quake and crack.>As we entered a burnt patch, Ghostbuster (hate this name) questioned the logic of it - why'd a nature spirit burn a forest. >Igni explained that renewal is as natural as things get, and a forest fire is nothing but a cleansing of the old, for the sake of the new.>HSE said it sounds an awful lot like the massacre, then, was a cleansing.>Igni hit her.>HSE hit her back, much less successfully.
>>97658751>In plenty places the snow was deep, deeper than it had any right to be. It was as if a month's worth fell out suddenly, turning our well-walked paths into a sort-of trench in pristine, white blanketing. A scar.>The symbolism really wasn't lost on us. Neither was the fact that the trees were all in the wrong places, and the ground, it felt like, rumbled, shifted and groaned, beneath us. In far distance, we could hear monumental masses of rock screech and yawn. The sky was remarkably clear, for winter, with just a bit of clouding - and the Moon and the rare streaks of Aurora light shined bright, so bright that we barely needed light. >To see, anyways. To ward off things that dwell in the woods, and come out at night, we needed plenty of fire.>Little shadows, skittering between trees. Forests of jagged, red, blood-wet hats, with hateful, crimson eyes glinting in the dark, beneath them. Trees-that-move and trees-that-aren't, creaking and getting so bold as to move in full view. Clouds that hide ever-flying beasts and snow angels, and strange, distant figures of well-dressed men in suits, watching us walk and walk and walk, standing so openly as to make us question how they got here. Snow hissed and turned to steam, as it hit them.>And the wolves. They weren't even trying to be subtle.>At least some, clearly, were the procession of our ostensible allies; Bee and the grandma and all the rest, trailing along and keeping an eye on us. But there were others. A lot of others, or maybe a small group that moved so much, and played so many tricks, they wanted to make it seem like there were dozens, at least, of them.>The worst was, no doubt, the noise.>Whistling, distant and eerie, singing that nearly dragged me off the route and into the depths of the woods, strange tapping of metal against metal, cracking of real trees and the fake ones, the constant chittering and whispering of those little shadows - and then here was the howling.
>>97658779>First it seemed as if a call to arms. I anticipated an ambush from the Garou, and proceeded to light my sword on fire. I was also ready to do the same to the woods around us, as to immolate all that hid in them.>But then the wolves started to sing.>It was a somber, grim song. Harrowing, if you care for what the Garou feel and think, and empathize with their pain, which I do not. The wolves - ones that could speak, at least - sung in different languages. Some local, some not. Some familiar, some not. >At a point, as we drew closer to the Caern, passing some small lakes, the Aurora briefly intensified, and the voices were joined by an ever-growing, ethereal chorus.>Languages extinct. Languages irreversibly changed. Languages obscure, so obscure that if they existed once, nobody knew that, nowadays. Languages that were not speech, but something else, worming its way into my head to convey meaning. I had fire engulf my head. The singing ceased worming its way in, and some of the wolves kept their distance better. The little tomtenissar drew back, too, kissing and screeching and clawing. My flames knew them. They did not know my flames, because to know a thing is to eat a thing. >My passenger whispered me things through the fire, all relating to what I should also come to know.>The Caern looked worse for wear, on account of us having little time as of late to keep it in good condition. I wanted to melt the snow, but the Cat told me that the burns on the undersnow grass would be bad. I did not agree. I thought they would be very good, actually. Then things spoke through the Cat, and my fire spoke too, and I agreed.>We got to work.>With ten full pairs of hands, of which only one was HSE and therefore useless for hand labor, and only one was the Cat and therefore too important to bestow hand labor upon, and one H0T, who only has one hand, we cleared out the snow quick. Then came the ritual preparations.
>>97658814>They were not that annoying a part of the process, all things considered! Though we did have to donate our blood.>I really did not want to, but we had little options but to listen to Mèo-Mèo, in the moment.>We did as told once the sky was clear, using the little time left to say our goodbyes, take pictures, just, admit things to ourselves and each other. Not much, but as much as was possible. Proclaim ourselves the Anchorite clique, even.>Silly name. We do have lakes, one even with a boat, but I am not sure it has much of an anchor, just a car engine.>The recipe for the ritual circle's were, in various parts:>Wood ash;>Snow; >Vitae;>Stone circle moss;>Werewolf blood - for which Bee volunteered, to the sound of heckling from guest werewolves;>And and a shred of our Disciplines.>Vivienne, our tinkerer and shaper, brought her hands into the soil, and rose a cauldron of stone out of it, with streaks of gold and silver all over.>Lavender stuck his hand into the mixture we put in the cauldron, and zapped it, because he is unoriginal.>I gave life to the moss, and structured it, following the whim of my own passenger. For once it was unhappy with my choice of subject.>Eldest Sister brushed her hands on the pot. Didn't do much, at a glance.>Igni hit it with fire until it boiled, and we all felt the fire roil in us.>Ghostbuster, hate that name, had added to the criss-cross pattern, drawing some sort of comet-symbols going from left to right in an arch, thicker on the right, thinner on the left. He said remnant whispers in the air told him to.>HSE tore up one of her cards - the Emperor, I think - and dropped the pieces in. >With the mixture we drew a seven-sided star on the ground, within the stone circle, all as Bee attended the stones of the circle. Mèo dipped her face into the mixture. The forest things observed us, not daring come out of the woods, or get too close to Garou.>And, once we all were where we had to be, the air tore.
>>97658866>The tearing started at the Moon; first, it started as the Aurora, that dimmed near the caern itself, returning suddenly with this screeching noise, overlaid with grinding of rock and cracking of trees. >The glow widened and widened and grew, coiling around the moon, and then the air did tear.>It was like fabric, coming apart to show what's beneath, and beneath I saw that which the cards insisted I will, in-person, one day, and it was just as beautiful and horrid and foul as I imagined, far surpassing what Lavender's shitty camera got to capture.>Umbra.>The air came apart in slivers and tongues, with the world tattering around us. Victoria flipped out. Mèo spasmed, collapsing into the center of the circle, coiling herself into a feral position. H0T seemed to want to step in, only to get, along with Victoria, blasted with something that made both reel back, flee from the Caern limits. William just barely managed to cling to the edge.>And the audience, God, they loved it. They howled and shrieked and chittered, all sorts of uninvited guests scattered throughout the Rockies, roaring out into the night as their Divine descended.>The World-Beyond... It just was. I could make a thousand poor-taste comparisons, say it was pretti purpul, say there were trees in there that each simply FELT like the most correct form of a tree, and animals and art pieces that exemplified their very concepts, but none of this will do it justice. My visions never did - and my visions are better than reality!>The air didn't break for the Aniimkiig's arrival, though - it was to give yet more of an audience the chance to see, shapes of fur and torn bodies and scorched flesh shambling to the edges, coalescing to gaze down upon us. I remembered gutting a few, running through them with a knife.>Aniimkiig came from below, swallowing Mèo whole, his heads seven and his heads a million and his eyes a billion and his claws as many as there are grains of sand.
>>97658892>From this point on the youngsters didn't seem like themselves, and my two remaining companions were deeply affected by that which dwells in us all - and that which seemed to be 'flipping out', to borrow our Seer's lexicon.>Though, frankly, I was only slightly better off. To be in presence of Umbral things manifesting into reality never is easy on the mind; not the first time, not the second, not the last. And the longer you dwell on it, the more details do you remember - or maybe he more details etch themselves into existence.>I had a duty to maintain, obligation to my assistant who was with me through thick and thin, so I steeled myself and tore her further away, retreating to a hill overlooking the Caern. I dragged miss H0T as well, even if it was frankly very hard, the girl is sturdy, and I say this as a fairly old man. From there we could see that there was some sort of a commotion at the manor, albeit it was so far, details were beyond me.>Our Werewolf escorts were also, to say the least, having a moment. Most prayed, some quarreled, one was being choked out by a trio while trying to stab a silver blade into something, seemingly mainly myself.>The Aniimkiig in the quasi-flesh was excessive, to say the least. It was there, yet it was not; I can scarcely imagine how it looked to each of the youngsters, but to us it were seven overlapping things. A bird; a spider; a cat toying with its prey; a mother, of no species and no belonging but love; a blazing fire; a sense of respect for that which came before, the archetypal sense of dread before an elder; the joy of shaping the world.>It spoke in triptychs.>Champion, failure, parasite.>Justice, failure, torment.>Equals, failure, servants.>Submission, rightful order, trinkets.>Rejection, apostasy, extinction.>All very clear statements, but I am sure each of the seven, in their delirium, as they knelt there, heard and felt more.>Oh, and then I got my hand bitten off.
>>97658906>I came to my senses to the sound of William jabbing out the eyes of a crocodile man with the remnants of his radius bone.>I was really out of sorts, but I still could remember that looking at the Spirit was agonizing, so instead I chose to focus on practical matters. I did get a glimpse of the Trems, though; Lavender's lightning-scars were on blue fire, the rest of them had skin sloughing off in chaotic little line-patches, eyes bleeding, mouths moving without speaking. I'd guess they did speak, just, not audibly.>With William distracting the crocodile, I grabbed my rifle with shaky hands, took aim, and then noticed that the mountain in the back was moving. Its 'steps' were enough to make snow fall from the trees near the Caern and as it got closer, I saw distant sparks. >Rocks, grinding against each other with such intense effort that the lights were visible from far, far away.>The reptile-man didn't seem to care, but a few of the local wolves did; they, with the mountain approaching slowly, lunged out of the woods, praying as they ran, and tore into the crocodile. A third rushed out as well, falling on her, I think, knees, and praying in the general direction of the mountain. That seemed to work. It turned.>And then it started to march onto the manor.>Cleansing, justice, order.>Eye lost, eye taken, fairness.>A forest burned, a forest planted, growth.>Those seemed to snap a fair number of the visiting, living Garou out of their trance. Some moved to follow after the mountain, but relented when Lavender hit the mountain with lightning.>A bad idea, but inevitable, because all he ever does is hurt himself. An arm of his was reduced to bone and sinew, with more thunder-scars running up his exposed chest. He pointed at the looming Aniimkiig with his barely-arm, and so obviously started putting on a persona, it hurt to watch.>"Justice had been had! We demand justice for our own!"
>>97653986Dude. Tight. My sire was a big fan of him, which is unusual for an old clanner. I have some letters from between the two from their heydays. My sire’s voice grows fainter in my head. I’ll miss him one day.The selkie appontment/rendezvous went interesting. More details to follow. Bit hazy on some bits though.
>>97658953>Arrogance. Impudence. Worm-rot.>That part truly upset the guest Garou. The Lavender-pact ones were on the defensive, sure, but they were a very small minority only barely acting on some sort of authority. Doomed to lose any argument.>Submission. Rightful order. Trinkets.>Ignis got up from her knees, breathed in, and on an exhale, she went aflame.>"I will return shortly, once interlopers heading to our manor are dealt with. You will wait," she told the Aniimkiig, and stepped out of the circle, starting to walk to the manor. Suicidal stuff, as always with her - she was strong, but even one werewolf was a very challenging opponent for her. >One of the burlier guest Garou stepped out of the woods, and headed right for her. HalfSeeingEye, closest to him, got up on unsteady legs, and pointed.>"James Earl Dalton. Forty-nine. You're a... You're a Silver Fang, but also a redneck, and your clanmates bully you for it. How sad. You officially live in Weatherford, Texas, on 158, Oriole Street, but actually, you're a divorced sack of shit living in motels. You," she kept talking, just barely making it out of the circle, "Have a smartphone, and you can't stop staring into it at work. You got kids. You already know who you'll sell them off to. And I," she growled, "Know what you'll do next. I know exactly what each and every one here will do. Come on. Try try. First one gets their sept's history of treason outed!"> The threat worked well enough, with most Garou - older ones, especially - seeming to take it seriously. The girl talks a lot; for once ithat worked in her favor.>And in Lavender's - he took this moment to march into the depths of the Aniimkiig, and begun dragging Mèo-Mèo out.>"Take your Cat. We're going home," he shouted to H0T. With his siblings waking, one - naturally the Eldest Sister - rushed to H0T's side to try and help her out of stupor. The others, too, abandoned their ritual spots, mostly to help their quite weakened brother.
>>97659054>The Aniimkiig roared, just about every tree-top in a mile-wide radius arcing with spiritual, not-there lightning, it all concentrating on its single, hateful eye.>And then it broke into a seven-throated cackle.>With its toothed beak, the Aniimkiig grinned down on us.>Dead kin. Dead Kin. Unworthy claimants.>Dead. Replacement. Dead.>Guardians. Protectors. Boon-blessed.>Sacred. Strong. Ever-valiant.>Dead. For. Dead.>The tear in the air receded with a collective, beyond-veil howl, bit by bit. The Aniimkiig laughed and laughed and laughed, falling apart into individual shades and drifitng up, into the slowly-forming clouds.>We really didn't dare to move, at first. Soon the wolves approached, with Bee at the helm. He bowed his head to us, of all people. The Eldest Sister, seeing that Lavender was in the snow, face-first, next to a catatonic, no longer possessed Mèo-Mèo, stepped forward. >She curtsied for that assembly of hobos and squatters and murderers and thieves, who all thought themselves great heroes, and granted them right to conduct their worship and rites. She also explained that the manor will not accept guests tonight, but may, starting with next week.>They didn't really know what to make of this, so we got to leave, at least.>H0T picked up her little pogchamp, and we limped back home, trailed only by our relatively-friendly Garou.>I didn't mention it to the others, but as the shades of the Aniimkiig split apart, I heard this little skittering of legs, the spinning and the clicking.>And I can see clearer. A bit, but it's there. A very blatant, slowly, slowly building difference.>Still will skin myself to remake the missing card from my deck, got a brand to maintain, but.>Man.
>>97659124So.I am currently in a hot bath, soaking as an innovative method of repairing a whole-body tetanus contraction. No effect thus far.I suppose we are alive, no werewolves are launching surprise attacks or jumping out of said bath to tear my head off, and I think... Bee? That one, is rooting around somewhere in one of the unused rooms, with all sorts of old equipment, both to convince other wolves that we don't bite, and because we might as well see if there's anything the wolves may need in there. Rapture, being the least injured one, is playing babysitter to avoid Bee accidentally opening a vial of anthrax or whatever.So.Success?Oh, and here you go, SchreckNet weirdos. Picture taken by Eldest Sister, because I figured we'd not make it anyways, and this I insisted on being taken precisely for memory's sake; might as well make it so we are remembered a bit easier.My clairvoyance suggested not one of us would survive this. Fate's a tease. Finally done. Hope nobody minds the wall of green too much, I wanted to tie off this very long plotline with a sufficiently oversized blob of text.
>>97659157I can only conclude this is utter lunacy and you should all spend less time with Malkavians.And that your HalfSeeingEye is link related.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j3hOd7u35noWonderfully trippy though, thanks for sharing.
You know, I think I've had more than enough once in a millennia encounters to last me for the rest of my life. Not complaining. Just weird this has happened twice to me.Haven't been able to move. Mèo is still asleep and has her nails in my shirt and I've yet to disentangle myself. Thankfully her tongue is her own again. Puts me at ease.In spite of everything it's still us. Somehow.>>97659157The same man never walks through the same river twice, because it is never the same river, and the man ate mad shit and got himself stuck with the Curse of Caine. So technically since none of us are the same people and we're NEVER going to be, not incorrect.Tell the others when you're done that I'll be around tonight. I've got information to vest in you and a meeting with Polar later tonight. Then... I don't know. Feels anticlimactic but how do you feel about poker?
>>97658998>Dude. Tight. My sire was a big fan of him, which is unusual for an old clanner. I have some letters from between the two from their heydays. My sire’s voice grows fainter in my head. I’ll miss him one day.Whoa! I didn't know any kindred liked Vlad. I usually get a lot of hate when I bring it up. Your sire must be pretty old to have been besties with Dracula himself.Unrelated: I cracked open that barrel of vitae-infused rum Scholar gave me and I cannot walk straight, thank god for spell-check.
>>97660003>Unrelated: I cracked open that barrel of vitae-infused rum Scholar gave me and I cannot walk straight, thank god for spell-check.I made sure I didn't give you a barrel of Scholar's personal stash as that requires fortitude that few possess. I remember making the mistake of drinking an entire bottle of some of the halfway-strong, equivalent to 60% alcohol for kine including a variety of magical enchantments, stuff in one go, I don't know what happened after I set the bottle down but I woke up in the paris catacombs covered in blood with black lipstick marks all over me. I was in america when I drank the bottle and this was before I knew shadow-step and to this day I have no idea how I got there or what events led to that. -Kakophoni
Blrughhh.I feel as though a truck with feathers ran me over. There's jitters in my arm, similar to when you pinch a nerve in your elbow and it resonates into your pinkie finger, which is fucking weird, because the last time I had one of those was when I was alive. I sure am not, nothing else that'd indicate life is there, just the electrochemical dysfunction. Awful.>>97659183She was so offended by this, she dropped her phone in the bath. I was then kicked awake. Unsure how I am at fault for all this, but I suppose I am.>I can only conclude this is utter lunacyVery true.>>97659307HSE's eager to inform you that she's very down for poker, as it's a game that is apparently good to play as a training exercise to keep her urge to clairvoyant shit in check. I'll also be down for it, if I am wrenched out of my room, which I bet I will be.Oh, she's also saying that she'll make the missing Tarot card real quick and over a few days do the scryings for you. >In spite of everything it's still us. Somehow.Stasis is the state to which all Kindred gravitate. It's a bad thing, often, but there are times when a defiant, stubborness refusal to alter your ways is helpful, mainly when 'your ways' are, for instance, called living, or being yourself.Glad you two made it through fine. When I was communing, for a lack of a better word, the Aniimkiig showed me visions that you didn't. Unpleasant.On the subject of 'anticlimactic', Stitch is emotionally an insect and wants to, but doesn't know how to, ask if you want him to attempt giving you a new arm or a new eye.
>>97660071I had one shot and I'm fucked. This barrel is going to last me years. I cannot thank your group enough.
>>97659307>The same man never walks through the same river twice, because it is never the same river, and the man ate mad shit and got himself stuck with the Curse of Caine.>So technically since none of us are the same people and we're NEVER going to be, not incorrect.Ah, Heraclitus, my favorite ancient Western philosopher.
>>97660093>Glad you two made it through fine. When I was communing, for a lack of a better word, the Aniimkiig showed me visions that you didn't. Unpleasant.Guessed as much, you don't end up confronting that kind of cascade without a very personal experience. If you want to talk about it, I'm happy to listen. >Oh, she's also saying that she'll make the missing Tarot card real quick and over a few days do the scryings for you. Good. I would like a warning for what's waiting on the road.>On the subject of 'anticlimactic', Stitch is emotionally an insect and wants to, but doesn't know how to, ask if you want him to attempt giving you a new arm or a new eye.At this point? I appreciate the sentiment but I'm... Comfortable, I guess? I'll admit I still struggle with some things but I'm not ashamed of my scars. Besides, could you imagine me with a glass eye or a prosthetic? And good game, HSE taps her heel when she's nervous by the way if we do this again. You don't notice it unless you're paying attention.>>97656137Huh. Guess the Maratimes are still weird.>>97653986I thought it was more because he's a vampire stowing away in a ship heading off to a strange new land. Except in his case the kid is luckily not going to England.
>>97658906>>It spoke in triptychs.>>Champion, failure, parasite.>>Justice, failure, torment.>>Equals, failure, servants.>>Submission, rightful order, trinkets.>>Rejection, apostasy, extinction.Dave, Matthews, Band.
>>97661086>could you imagine me with a glass eye or a prosthetic?I could, you'd look good with a glass eye and a claw-hand.That said, Stitch is Stitch. It'd not be prosthetics, technically, it'd be closer to transplants.But I get your point about the comfort. I've little in way of permanent injuries that influential, and I am certainly getting my arm fixed to what it should be, but I do, I suppose, avoid fixing some other lasting things. Not very different, even if in my case it's mostly cosmetic stuff.>You don't notice it unless you're paying attention.I try my best to avoid paying attention to her, generally. That's how she must run circles around us whenever we host game nights.>If you want to talk about it, I'm happy to listen.It was disgustingly personal. Invasive. Aniimkiig called us parasites while sticking its fucking beak where nobody invited it, all to psychoanalyze us and torment us. It dug into my head and soul, a showcase of every single little fear, doubt and regret I ever had, granted to me on loop in a bid to make me waver. A verifiable caleidoscope of my failures as a living man and a dead one, of my families both pre- and post-Embrace, of our long-dusted siblings and friends, even flashbang imagery of the Sire, in case I forgot him. The cherry on top was a memory of my first night, when the initial shock and terror wore off, and I realized the mundane things. Like that I'm stuck with a squeezed waist, unless I seek out some sort of freaks my Sire, at the time, alluded to vaguely. That I've been made into a thing, and that my mind refused to process the wrongness of it all, thanks to invisible ties to my Sire. If an Anchorite is a frog being boiled, the visions altogether were me getting thrown into the boiling water straight-up, no preparation. I think Aniimkiig wanted me to get angry at the very nature of being Kindred, and what it cost me, but, primarily, it made me want to tear that toucan's feathers off, one by one.
>>97661201That's fair. I said it before but we're scions of a very old, very bitter struggle. Some like to think of spirits beyond pettiness or cruelty. That's a falsehood. Vast and monstrous and at the end of several centuries of humiliation it sought to return that onto you, seeming heirs of the Acras and Lìon.And yet here you are. You looked in the eye of a god, cruel, alien and painfully alone, set up to bind it by your own sire. You rode the lightning.
>>97661299>You rode the lightning.What is it with you and hyping up hapless, dorky men. First the fossil, now the twink. We'll need to talk about what the brats signed up for, by the way. I don't know about you, but I'm starting to see what may be just after-effects of the rite, or the first symptoms of something like your Cat's recent state. Spacing out, little Discipline quirks. Think I saw Lavender stare a bit too intently into the sky, too, looking at absolutely nothing in particular, so, probably something spiritual there. And they're all acting like nothing is up.I don't like it, and much as I am ready to hear people blame it on my Beast, this feels off beyond that.
>>97661086>I thought it was more because he's a vampire stowing away in a ship heading off to a strange new land. Except in his case the kid is luckily not going to England.I'm just giving the new guy a hard time.>Besides, could you imagine me with a glass eye or a prosthetic?If it's a magic glass eye or prosthetic you should go for it. Otherwise there are plenty of Tzimisce on this forum that could hook you up with perfectly good organic stuff. Hey, speaking of, want to shoot 12" silver, wooden or bone stakes via muscle contraction?
>>97662140Did you read much into the diaries that I uncovered? Fair not to like it from where you stand. Those books revealed a great deal about what is happening, or perhaps I should say, what is currently reasserting itself. A connection to the forces beyond the veil. I'll be in more depth when I get back in. As well as the quirks that come from the relationship, which is hopefully more symbiotic than what Mèo 'enjoyed.' For reference, the new equilibrium between the Trems is like a flow. The Cat was closer to a tongue-eating-louse self-deluding into that state. Also, need to hand off my contact for the thing I mentioned earlier. Depending on how things go I might need you to wipe some people out.>What is it with you and hyping up hapless, dorky men. First the fossil, now the twink. Sadly, Vic, I am a dork myself.>>97662158I swatted a Wentiko on the ass in the middle of their war-camp, led them on a merry chase through the woods for the better part of an hour, and led that stampede into a hunter base. Lost my bits when one of them finally got me and I got hurled out a window. Wouldn't be right to get a replacement for something I sacrificed willingly. Should wear it proudly.
>>97656137I'm glad that attending the Lesser Mystery has granted you the revelation you sought. Stay safe, and may your endeavors prove fruitful, friend.>>97657127It also reminds me of my own situation here in St. Augustine. An interesting congruence of fortune, I suppose.>>97662222>Wouldn't be right to get a replacement for something I sacrificed willingly. Should wear it proudly.Are you unable to regenerate your lost eye and appendage, mademoiselle? They've been missing for quite some time now, have they not? Even the grievous wounds caused by the claws and teeth of Lupines should have healed by now, non?
>>97656211I ain't captivated nobody but...Like, I think I did the hiding thing? I got the back end of a cargo cube to myself during the day but last night I thought I made a mistake and got caught, but like, they completely missed me. Creepiest thing I've seen. Poor Nigerian guy just look right through me as I'm standing still as stone shitting myself.
>>97662222>Did you read much into the diaries that I uncovered?I did, to my own regret. And I guess the lack of some sort of radical change, and a more creeping sort of influence, makes sense, if we discount them all eating shit and nearly getting turned inside-out by possession. But it still reeks. Feels like the other shoe's about to drop, and I'm not imagining upset wolves, or less cordial spirits, or whatever else that's an outside issue cropping up. I'm Lavender getting possessed and wandering off in the night, or their wannabe prophet starting to compulsively cover walls in portents of the future. I guess we'll see. Maybe I'm just too used to things developing poorly, or the place is now just too hallowed for me to like it.>Depending on how things go I might need you to wipe some people out.Finally, some actual work. I don't suppose you changed your mind and want the gargoyle dead, by the way? You wanted to wake it up sometime after the ritual, and, much as I think it's a bad idea, the Trems ran a vote.>>97652466Missed all this. >Is being a vampire Satanic?In essense. You can repent for being an unholy abomination, see what that does for you, but your baseline is 'God doesn't like me very much', even if you spend your days running around and praying prousely.Best not make it any worse for yourself by praying to the things most people would describe as 'Satanic', though. Suicidal stuff. Especially if you're fresh and know fuck-all. You don't want to be tied up and used as a vampire-blood tap by occultists, do you?
Does anyone else have any distinctive feeding habits they care to share?Since my Kiss is pure agony to my prey, for the sake of their comfort and their silence I place the stick you see in the attached image in their mouth, tie the strings behind their nape and gently tug on them to extend their necks. I believe the English word for this item is "bit gag", and I make my Herd wear them around their neck at home, ready to be used.When I go hunting, I often rely on that same art of silence all Assamites can use. Sometimes I use my fangs themselves as an instrument of torture on those foolish or unfortunate enough to become my enemies.>>97664037This doesn't surprise me, from what I read of your misadventures you don't strike me as the type that would rely too much on fascinating and seducing mortals. Just stand perfectly still in the shadows and the foundation of Obfuscate will take care of the rest.If you are to succeed as a Cainite, as a vampire, at some point you will have to get people to like you: you won't always be able to solve your problems with brute force or the element of surprise.Don't forget that in an English-speaking majority post-colony, even if you look identical to the rest of the western Africans you meet, the locals can and will tell you were raised in the US and treat you as if you were white. That's where a power like Presence could help you, as it works on an emotional level rather than have you rely on your language(s) to affect the mind of your target, but you still have to invest some of your vitae, that is, your blood, and, for lack of a better word, you also have to put on a show.If you don't have a mentor, you have to become the mentor of yourself and experiment.>>97665232>don't want to be tied up and used as a vampire-blood tap by occultistsThis is quite solid advice, there are lots of trigger happy wannabe witch hunters in Africa, after all. Most see witches where there are none, and believe male witches to be more powerful.
>>97663988Wentiko claws, especially old Wentiko hit different. Hm. Probably better I show an example.I think I mentioned Ol Lopez here before. He's probably the only one of the Blood whose ventured into Nunavut regularly and has lived up in the American wilds for centuries. I only met him twice, but he's probably the only member of my clan I've met worthy of the title; elder. He's still got scars from tangles with Wentiko that happened before I was born, in either sense of the word.It's something about their connection to the world. Something one of us could achieve, in theory.>>97664037Don't worry, you got plenty of creepy shit in your future. >>97665232>I guess we'll see. Maybe I'm just too used to things developing poorly, An amount of pessimism is healthy, but just let it have some time to breath. Keep one hand open and wide, the other on the hilt, right?>I don't suppose you changed your mind and want the gargoyle dead, by the way? Not so, though I'm still open to the idea of carrying the poor cretin off to the Mojave but not so much gutting him.Also, I feel I should warn you that when I was meeting with Polar the other night William and her got talking, and they didn't really stop. >>97665861>Does anyone else have any distinctive feeding habits they care to share?Large scale farming does wonders in giving you an easy supply of blood if you've got the constitution for it. Although, now that I know what it's like having people who can 'use the whole buffalo' might make me switch things up. If I can find friends like that in the future.
>>97665861>If you are to succeed as a Cainite, as a vampire, at some point you will have to get people to like you: you won't always be able to solve your problems with brute force or the element of surprise.That's just not true, I can think of 2 or 3 entire clans to disprove this let alone on an individual level.
>>97668311My advice wasn't meant for the general population of Cainites, but tailor made to the one I was replying to. He's untrained, all alone and in Africa. Would he be able to fight or escape a whole village armed with torches and pitchforks? I, for one, think not.
god, i hate the balkans i hate belgrade we should have just let the clan of haqim raze that hole>>97621954kostantiniyye. to a lesser extent ancayra or maybe athens>>97668311the want of clans rarely aligns with survivalwe have endured many extinctions and always it is the most adaptable of us who rise in the aftermath
>>97658751>>97658814>>97658866>>97658892>>97658906>>97658953>>97659157>>97659307what on earth did you occidentals do?
I often hear: "I agree with 40-70% of what the Sabbat says and does", so I wanted to ask: what do you agree with, and what would you change to be on board?
This wolf is awesome, Gwyllgi and I took down a deer that wandered into my yard tonight, I drained it dry and Gwyllgi and Espurr are going to be eating primo cooked venison for the next few weeks. Got some beef bouillon in the pantry to make gravy for them. They are so happy. Happy ghouls make happy kindred. I might have another shot of Scholar's rum and play video games all night. I AM A SHAPESHIFTING MASTER OF UNDEATH! FUCK YEAH!Oh yeah and my last retarded giga-cricket is around I guess. It's cute but so useless. I need to--oh the SPIKE LAUNCHER! I SHOULD PUT THE BIOMECHANISM INTO THE CRICKET!Sorry about the capslock I am EXCITABLE tonight!
>>97670314I think independents like me have much fewer reasons to join the Sword of Caine than your average neonate in the Camarilla.
>>97670314Stop all the fucking diablerie. The eldest are the wisest and should openly lead entire nations. It's in the best interest for kindred and kine alike. They know politics, the know economies, the know fucking EVERYTHING. My sire is the coolest, their sire is the coolest, Dracula is cool, Ruthven is cool, the Eldest was the fucking COOLEST. FUCK the Masquerade, we'd be better off without it.Fuck Carthage, fuck Constantinople, fuck Rome, fuck London and New York, the best time for kindred was the theoretical island nations atop the Carpathians during the Biblical flood. Lost to history and even myth. I have no proof of this but it MUST have happened. This blood-rum has me going on my conspiracy theories oh no...
>>97666393>An amount of pessimism is healthy, but just let it have some time to breath. Keep one hand open and wide, the other on the hilt, right?Hm. Pessimism and grit kept me alive both times I worked with an old Tremere and they burned. But I guess everything between those two points has been sub-par.>Not so, though I'm still open to the idea of carrying the poor cretin off to the Mojave but not so much gutting him.And i still think that will end with the dipshit possibly immediately running to the nearest chantry. Not like the Pyramid would risk doing much to the manor, what with the petty gods here being active, but you, your cat, and me and William would have to look over our shoulders that tiny bit more.>Also, I feel I should warn you that when I was meeting with Polar the other night William and her got talking, and they didn't really stop.Oh what the fuck. No. No, this is horrible. Now he has another reason to never shut the fuck up, he moped so much about being at constant and useless odds with wolves. Envied a Keno Hill colleague of ours, who somehow got involved with a sept chief's daughter, less for the daughter and more for the alliance value. What did they talk about? Please tell me it was something inconsequential and worthless like whether the wolves got any rumors of Nosferatu ancients, or maybe even the Antediluvian, skulking about. >>97668416A big mistake.Or you want an actual explanation, not my feel of things?
>>97665861>Does anyone else have any distinctive feeding habits they care to share?I tend to only feed once a week, when my students and I gather at the temple. It probably surprises noone that it's a very ritualized afair. Everyone first changes out of their street clothes, cleanses themselves, and then dons proper ceremonial attire. After burning incense of kyphi and offering prayers, we discuss the progress each student is making with the liberation of their soul. I select one student to feed from directly as a reward for good progress, allowing them to savor the ecstacy of the experience, while the others fill a bowl with their blood. I will pour some of the blood along with a portion of beer into a brazier as an offering to the Master of Duat and consume the remainder. After feeding, I'll ask my students what difficulties they are facing in their spiritual development, that I may offer my counsel and the wisdom of Set to help them overcome whatever hurdle they face. We conclude the ceremony with a final prayer of thanks to Set for all he has given then my students change back into their street clothes and return to their normal lives. Tommy and I then ensure that the temple is properly cleaned so that it my be ready for the next week's ceremony. If necessary, I'll then give Tommy some of my own blood as a reward for his service and encouragement to further his own progress.If I must feed outside of this weekly gathering, I'm not especially picky in my methods or choice of vessel - save that they are not diseased of course. Male or female does not matter, and I will use force or seduction as necessary.
>>97666393>Wentiko claws, especially old Wentiko hit different.>It's something about their connection to the world. Something one of us could achieve, in theory.Fascinating. I admit, just as with the fae, my knowledge about Lupines is strictly secondhand as I've never directly encountered one myself. I can recognize some of their strange hieroglyphs thanks to my studies at the founding temples in Egypt, and I have been told about some of their abilities by a few acquaintances who have encountered them and lived to tell of it - one of whom even lost a limb to a Lupine themselves. I had never heard mentioning of the ability to cause permanent maiming to our kind. Makes me all the more glad that I've never come face to face with one in all my years
>>97668416Don't worry about it.>>97670337>>97670417In hindsight I never got drunk properly once.Enjoy it, but watch yourself for drunken mistakes. And glad you're getting along with the wolf.>>97670314Change? A great deal.Be on board? Never. There are so many different people in the Sabbat anyways it feels even more a fools errand than reforming the Camarilla. The Cammies won't change. The Sabbat can't.>>97670967>but you, your cat, and me and William would have to look over our shoulders that tiny bit more.Aye, I suppose that's the cost of things when dealing with the pyramid. I have the feeling no matter what we'd have to be dealing with that. Of course we aren't on a timer to unseal him so they want to set up an elaborate stunt with someone pretending to be their new command, that is an option.>What did they talk about?Everything? Like two veterans of a war that finally got a chance to rib one another verbally. >>97671187I am definitely the exception, rather than the rule. My name is sort of a joke on my sort of... Symbiosis you could call it? Loup country has protected me better than most Elysium's I've been to. The land answers and protects me, unlike those who've wanted to gut me and found themselves prey.And in theory it isn't permanent. But the regeneration is so slowed it might as well be in the decades and centuries some wounds can take to heal. But you'd never know it with how few people actually survive that far north where the most insular Wentiko walk. Nunavut, along with sizable portions of the NW Territories, Yukon, Alasaka, even the northern provinces are in their sphere. You don't get torn apart up there. You vanish.
>>97670417>The eldest are the wisestI mean full stop there. They set up this stupid system, learn to love it. >RuthvenIs a fairy lol, quite literally. Too much Bloodwine.
>>97670314I'd like to be able to acknowledge the elephant in the room that is the Antediluvians without a visit from the sheriff.I'd also like us to stop pretending the masquerade is a sacred unshakable thing. It's grey and porous. I would happily toss every Tremere and Lasombra under a bus myself.But man where do I even begin? The Sabbat is less a construct and more a contract that is so full of freaks, losers, dweebs, and the occasional circle that has every justification to be there it's ungainly. It's not a sect, it's 500 organizations and 20 conspiracies wrapped in a trench coat. You can't negotiate or change that. And why should I when for some fucking reason the Voivode of Westralia seems like the only trustworthy individual and he's just some fucking dude with a bone temple out in the Outback.Lovely guy btw. If you people kill him I will join the Anarch Jihad against the Sabbat in Brisbane I swear to God.
>>97671447>I mean full stop there. They set up this stupid system, learn to love it.Those elders don't even believe in antediluvians or Kain, I'm talking ELDER elders.
>>97673385you are of the clan of dragon?you hold a distinct honour in your forebears oft holding to their principles, even if some of those principles are poison. and i can say that as someone whose been an enemy of the voivodes and who fought on their behalf at times.the rest are not so fortunatelook at how the tribe of haqim suffer under those elders who seized alamut. to the toxic grasp of the ventrue when those most transparent perish. to the brujah whose attempts at openess were sabotaged from the start. must we mention the ravnos? the nosforatu who are hunted like bastard children? what of the malkavians and their imbecile elders?we did not get to a place where we are now with competent forbears.
>>97673544>you are of the clan of dragon?Yes.>you hold a distinct honour in your forebears oft holding to their principlesYes.>even if some of those principles are poisonYes.>and i can say that as someone whose been an enemy of the voivodes and who fought on their behalf at timesSome voivodes are assholes, just like every clan. Polite assholes, but assholes nonetheless.>look at how the tribe of haqim suffer under those elders who seized alamut.I know nothing of this, my sire didn't tell me much of other clans, mostly only the history and culture of my own clan so far. I've only been a vampire for ten years now. Far from a noddist scholar. I'm probably just an ignorant youth who trusts the old adage that "age equals wisdom" too keenly.>what of the malkavians and their imbecile elders?You'd be surprised at the wisdom of a madman.
>>97673544Also I was drunk on blood-rum when I posted that. Plus it's just like, my opinion, man.Also also:>>97671447>Is a fairy lol, quite literally. Too much Bloodwine.Hey that's my great great great great great great great grandsire you're trash-talking my dude. He's seen some shit.
>>97670417>Stop all the fucking diablerie. The eldest are the wisest and should openly lead entire nations.If they're so wise, why is it that only the Traditions of the Camarilla forbid Destruction, and therefore Diablerie, while The Code of Milan forgot to spell that out?Did the Cardinals ever question their own wisdom after they signed a document that doesn't ensure their preservation?
>>97675334>If they're so wise, why is it that only the Traditions of the Camarilla forbid Destruction, and therefore Diablerie, while The Code of Milan forgot to spell that out?I presume that it is, in fact, intended as a selling point to the members of the Sabbat. "If you do not like your superior, it is perfectly acceptable for you to destroy him and take his place." Or something to that effect. Perhaps Monsieur Colma Grin can provide some insight in that regard?
>>97673935Never met Ruthven, have heard his warnings though. As someone of similar generation, I don’t touch vicissitude. FAR to dangerous to come into contact with dearest grandfather. Now>be a good ladand let’s discuss other concerns. Silkies. They exist! They are all 7/10 and up with various proportions. One I met was called what I can only pronounce as A-nye. Gaelic is monstrous with spelling so I assume it’s prettier than that. We discussed our conditions as mythical creatures and I explained that I genuinely only wanted to learn about her people/species. There was a whole town of them! They live on the northern part of Padre island. The mortals just blow it off as a nudist community up there! Brilliant cover honestly. Now, self-aggrandizement at my intimate encounters would just be crass, as other concerns happened. I was taken away one early night and dragged beneath the depths. Thought it was just a rather frisky one but the hands felt different. Webbed, moist claws, of the most clammy, amphibious texture wrapped around my legs and tried to bury me in the seabed. Trying to get to my senses in a foreign environment I managed to get a glimpse of these bulbous eyes, paired with a thin-lipped mouth filled with shark like teeth. Thankfully I had enough vitae to channel off the ocean myself and get me out of there in a rip current. The deep ones are REAL. THEY KNOW OF US KINDRED. THEY HATE US.
>>97675516A dislike for sunbathing is not the sole reason you see few Elders going to the beach.
For the Anchorites, Mèo-Mèo and I will be departing on Tuesday night, we've decided that we'll continue the tour, but we do have a claim now. Just... Want to see a bit more of the world before we settle down for the time being. Just as a heads up. If there's anything you want of us before we leave, I'll spare the farewells until then.>>97675516Oh! Distant cousins. Are they Gaeilge, Gaelg, or Gaidhlig? Or particularly estranged cousins like I technically am?>The deep ones are REAL.Was that a fey thing or just... One of my really fucked up cousins? Maratime gangs and shark changers have a whole shtick going on down where you are.>>97673914Take advantage of the networks you have nïa. A lot of the blood's history is... Dense.Can't make broad proclamations without a fair understanding.
>>97675541I knew the depths were unknown but WHAT ELSE IS DOWN THERE. WHAT ELSE SLUMBERS UNTIL EVEN WE, IMMORTAL, PASS ASIDE, AND DEATH ITSELF DIES WITH COUNTLESS EONS. >>97676102I dunno man, you celts really should renegotiate your language with the Latin alphabet. French is bad enough, yalls is just maddening. >a fey thingI DOUBT the fay are that terrifying. There was no magic about them, just sheer dread at seeing WHAT SHOULD NOT BE.
>>97676329>I knew the depths were unknown but WHAT ELSE IS DOWN THEREDon't worry about it. :)>I dunno manShame. Ask next time I'm curious. And I know, but reforming even the Channaddach is a can of worms.>I DOUBT the fay are that terrifying. There was no magic about them, just sheer dread at seeing WHAT SHOULD NOT BE.Can't lie, that does feel like some of my mariner kin. There's one guy I've only seen photos of who lives in the Gulf of Saint Lawrence, who looks legitimately like the swamp thing. Frenzying had him growing fins and kelp, and he's the only confirmed one whose gotten 'planty.'
>>97675516>Silkies. They exist! They are all 7/10 and up with various proportions. >The mortals just blow it off as a nudist community>self-aggrandizement at my intimate encounters>I was taken away one early night and dragged beneath the depths. Thought it was just a rather frisky oneHa! Vilain garçon! All it takes is a pretty face for you to let your guard down, you incorrigible horn dog! At this rate, your inability to keep your pistolet in your pants will be the Final Death of you, mark my words!
>>97675511>. "If you do not like your superior, it is perfectly acceptable for you to destroy him and take his place."It is and it isn't. Much of Sabbat conflict resolution is based sround Monomacy and usually, whoever's the best at fighting is the one to rise to the top, by design. But there's still some strict requirements. Mainly that you generally need to be a True Sabbat, fully initiated and having proven your dedication to the cause of slaying the Antediluvians, otherwise we'd just be taken over by cammies posing as new joiners. So I couldn't have done it say, summer 1977, because I was little more than a shovelhead, but theoretically I could today. Except; there's still a process. I need to have a dispute with the Bishop and it needs to be judged as a worthy one by a ranking pack Priest. Who also decides if he's going to be the ref for it. Generally "I don't like you." doesn't pass muster unless the Priest also doesn't like him, but ideally it should be something along the lines thst their recent actions have gone the needs of the Sword of Caine. And even with all thet, the challenged party can still decline. But doing so may make said party look weak. And a reputation for cowardice is dangerous in the Sabbat. But yeah if you go through all that and beat your boss in a fight, you can become the new boss. Just be a better one than the old one because those below you have the same rites to depose you.
>>97676517Let this be a wake-up call for all fledglings thinking of joining the Sabbat to be delivered from the evils of bureaucracy and protocol.
>>97668416Made the other boot fall down! And it missed us entirely. Good times.>>97676102OH NO FUCKING WAY YOU ARE LEAVING ALREADY AAAUGHAnyways! That (temporarily) out of the way, your readiiiings! Seven cards for each, and a basic rule just for this time: I will provide the definitions, but will not rush into a specific interpretation of the situation unless you specifically ask me to do so. I don't mind it - there's minor risk in scrying for big areas, with big players, but, primarily, I don't want you to feel overly compelled to rely on my perception of things, even if there's a giant fucking spider, apparently, guiding my eyes. Oh also voting to free the gargoyle already, I want to flashbang that fucker with modern fashion.So, here's what the cards say, babycakes. SOUTH:1. What is the general outlook for going that way?High Priestess - Upright. Intuition; mystery; subconscious.2. What sort of threats await us there?Tower - Reverse. Avoidance; pear of change; personal crisis. Though since Tower means 'change', often very explosive and outside of you, a Reverse could mean a change within? Or narrow avoidance of danger. Or, perhaps, smaller, yet still influential changes.3. What sort of allies await us there?King of Pentacles - Reverse. Greed; laziness; financial insecurity.4. What sort of opportunities could be found there?King of Swords - Reverse. manipulation; coldness; Abuse of power. Corruption of office, of power. Wisdom brought to malice, authrority brought to foul ends.5. How will we emerge from that place? Better, worse, net-zero?Seven of Pentacles - Upright. Patience; reward of hard work; assessment,6. Are we needed there, in any way, and if we are, in what way? Knight of Swords - Reverse. Impulsiveness; chaos; one who starts fires, and then just leaves.7. What is the most important lesson or challenge we will face on this path?King of Wands - Reverse. Arrogance; bluster; petty tyranny.
>>97676766It's more than you'll get as a Cammy.
>>97676102>>97676772NORTH:1. What is the general outlook for going that way?Eight of Swords - Upright. Restriction; victimhood; self-imposed limitations.2. What sort of threats await us there?Two of Pentacles - Reverse. Chaos; disorganization; imbalance.3. What sort of allies await us there?Ace of Wands - Reverse. delayed action; creative block; lack of passion.4. What sort of opportunities could be found there?Three of Cups - Upright. Celebration; friendship; community.5. How will we emerge from that place? Better, worse, net-zero?Emperor - Reverse. Tyranny; instability; lack of discipline.6. Are we needed there, in any way, and if we are, in what way? Four of Pentacles - Reverse. Generosity; overspending; insecurity.7. What is the most important lesson or challenge we will face on this path?Judgment - Reverse. Self-doubt; avoidance; refusal to forgive.
>>97676517Merci beaucoup, monsieur. I, for one, appreciate your willingness to let us "peek behind the curtain."
>>97677391its a start but it aint complete.see, colma leaves out one key word; 'open' as in open conflict. fact is a lot of sabbat politics is soft war between internal camps. monomancy is one tool that attempts to cut through the subterfuge and the bullshit. it does the job pretty well actually, even if monomancy aint just straight duelling. the bishop of yucatan has a chess board that fucking kills the loser apparently and theres some deranged shit i cant corroborate like organized grand hunts and staring contests.but then you get the ten layers of true sabbat and the young liberators who are actually all about killing antediluvians and the arch-elders who might worship moloch and three separate black hands and the yadda yadda yadda. conspiracy shit. ground level monomancy aint the worst option for problem solving
>>97676329>I DOUBT the fay are that terrifying.Lol,Lmao Even.
>>97678044>>97678044kids these days i do not fear kine and kindred, but you put some respect on the cognomins of the FOLK
>>97678097Sorry the gays ruined that word. Imagine thinking they were going to be your last bastions of glamour and instead they speed ran banality. Lmfaos.
>>97678097it's spelt Fae, not fay. Though you give the fae a bit too much respect, they aren't nearly as much of a threat as kindred think. The fae are scared shitless of kindred as a rule not only because of banality but also because certain kindred like ravnos can mess with their heads and Kiasyd, like yours truly, can outright turn their own tricks against them. -Scholar
>>97678383because you infer them as only the formal, the things with names exploited. but the FOLK encompass a much larger set of forms than those who hang on the fringes, the things that, when quantified become unquantified in timelike a disease that is subject to antibiotics that becomes uncontrollable and incurable, and when the lights of the mortal world fail these new fomoire will return the favour
>>97678412>when the lights of the mortal world failAllow me to generate more joy than you ever will. https://youtu.be/QT13kk8HDDo
No face to bind.No mind to think. No name to shield.
So tonight I managed to cram three of my organic spike launchers into my giga-cricket's gullet. It now can open it's mouth and fire three bone spikes all at once, or in rapid succession, at five-hundred feet per second. Absolutely devastating to the watermelon I tested it on. The cricket is still dumb as a rock and about as slow, but it's now a force-multiplier instead of a novelty. I'm thinking about producing four or five more of them and posting them as sentries around my yard. The only drawback is that they can't regrow the bone spikes, "one and done" so to speak, and then I have to go and manually reload them. Silver lining literally is that I can still put silver or wooden spikes into them depending on what kind of trouble I'm expecting.
>>97678919Do the cricket's instinctively track enemies or something? Or attempt to ahh bite or mandible? them? I appreciate the enthusiasm but I have to admit my first response is 'couldn't a ghoul do this better?'On an unrelated note, what has your experiance been with ghouling hunters oh wise chat of the conversation. Now I know on paper this seems like a bad idea, but most hunters are pragmatic. If you lead with 'Yes you can try to kill me, but do it last, after you kill a bunch of other vampires', do you think they'd get over the angst long enough to be kinda useful? I'm researching my plausibly deniable options and it occurred to me that a real force multiplier would be giving hunters about 10% more knowledge then they already have (and if they are ghoul'd I'm not even sure that falls under a breach but that fine point may be lost if discovered I'm prepared to admit).
>>97678383Better to have too much respect for the wierd things, than a lack it.And there is a more broad definition of things than what we can fit in a straight box.>>97678919Have you considered using the cricket's natural spines in place of shaped bones for the launcher? So long as the limbs or jaws remain attached a cricket can regrow individual hairs and spines for the most part. Might make them spiney little bastards but done right it could add another layer of protection.>>97680002Better? Maybe. But in terms of cost ratio? Those big dumb crickets are heinously cheap and won't OD in a gas station bathroom on you.For your unrelated note, the fact of the matter is hunters are people and are unpredictable. I had the misfortune of being in close proximity to a very large group of hunters and they ranged wildly in how effective they were and devoted to the cause. Some of those guys would straight up pull a Tremere given the chance, others would kill themselves if you ghouled them.I can't see it being worth it in the long run unless you need to kill a bunch of people. Like, a disconcerting number of people.
>>97680002If you ask me, there are very few good reasons to ghoul a hunter, for example an immediate, emergent need to extract information or have one more body in the line of incoming fire, and only when you don't have a better way to do it and/or survive. I tend to just use my Disciplines rather than Blood Bond.Hunters are paranoid and often suspect their fellows are under our manipulation even when they aren't. They are already craving for your Vitae, why add a supernatural bond on top of it?
>>97676772>>97676802It isn't as if you can't invite me back in the future. You have a most dreadful thing; 'Friends.'And don't worry. I'm familiar with Malkisms and Rav tricks. I am not the woman whose going to Oedipus herself. Hm. Interesting times ahead regardless.
>>97680002Knew a Lick in Daly, think it was '80, maybe 81; he thought much of the way you did. Slipped some vitae into the drinks of a few girls that were giving us trouble then waited for withdrawl symptoms to do the convincing. Brought one or two with him to every meeting between our respective packs. He liked to show them off, all dressed up (or down) and armed to the teeth. This sort of showboat behavior was pretty common for the bay area at the time, "Hunters? What kinda Cainite has any trouble with hunters. Lil vitae, firm hand and they're as docile and obediant as my girls." And I hate to admit, after the Cammies our biggest problem was Hunters, my man strutting around with them at his beck and call was impressive. For as long as it lasted. One night. He didn't show. His girls said he was busy and they were here on his behalf. There was a lot of grumbling, some snarled threats to the effect that he better show up next meet or there'll be shit from the Ductus. And there probably would've been if the cammies hadn't wasted him. Unlife was cheap and things could get disorganized very quickly. And so Five years passed. The Prince's boys had us on the run, we had the bright idea in hiding out in one of his warehouses. And who should we find but the man himself. Most of him. I couldn't tell you how they kept him from regenerating his limbs or jaw. Or where they sourced the blood to dripfeed him, kr even where they went after we ambushed them, I couldn't even tell you if we managed to kill them all. All I know is he spent five years as a jawless nugget, kept alive as a vitae tap for those girls.
>>97681465If you salt the wound you can slow healing down for a day or two, or a week if you apply when super-heated. Couple years back my gang got screwed over by a very lost Cammie enforcer and we had to keep him 'unhanded' until he fessed up the codes to a safe holding our payment.It ain't the hardest thing in the world usually. Especially since they gave him the nugget treatment it would be a basic chore.
>>97681465>I couldn't tell you how they kept him from regenerating his limbs or jaw. Or where they sourced the blood to dripfeed him, kr even where they went after we ambushed them, I couldn't even tell you if we managed to kill them all. All I know is he spent five years as a jawless nugget, kept alive as a vitae tap for those girls.Why didn't you ask your guy?
>>97681622New Ductus killed him for flaking.
>>97681638Leadership in every sect would rip his heart out. Just different reasons.
>>97681465>>97681552Ah, so "nugget" is slang for a quadruple amputee. I heard tales of nuggets before, mostly as a form of punishment, but this the first time I hear of one that didn't have its limbs simply cut over and over as they regenerated.
