Post by cloudwatch on May 8, 2021 9:13:59 GMT
The World is Changing
Royal Albert Hall, London - 1888
Sir John Arthur Prembrooke was an old man, nearing 64 in fact, and the very personage of wisdom. Even in his advanced age, he held him upright with the posture of a proud hussar, the features of a veteran and warm yet sharp brown eyes. He faced against charges of Russian cossacks, the unbearable climates of Africa, and the humidity of the Orient. Yet, now, he felt an overwhelming sense of dread build up in his stomach that made his heart pound with the person he sat next to. The man, as if sensing the dread in John would smile, coolly with the absence of warmth "I am not going to kill you, John." The man merely chuckled, "Enjoy the play." It was as if the man's presence sucked in all of the sounds in the hall - with a simple word, the orchestral piece flooded into John, dissonant, chaotic. It took heavy breaths to calm him down, as the man focused on him, the dim light hiding any emotion the man might have. "The world is changing, John, does change scare you?" The man asked, idly, as the sounds of the concert hall lowered. John would stutter a bit, the question rather bizarre to him, "C-change is inevitable, sir." It must've sounded weird for anyone who heard the proud major-general, a senior officer of Her Majesty's army to stutter and address someone else as 'sir.' The man would wave his hand dismissively, "So it seems. Yet I've found myself incapable of change," the man's tone would swiftly change to a pointed question "Do you know why I brought you here, John?"
John knew, the man sitting next to him was a creature of darkness, a godless and soulless creature of the night. A creature of many names, most commonly known as a vampire. And so long as he knew of the man, he knew of the Inquisition, an organization of many names as well - tasked with the holy order of "cleansing" the world of their dark influence. And for the last 500 years, the Inquisition had been slowly losing influence and their power, as the world dismissed them as religious zealots, madmen, and fanatics. Slowly, and ironically, the world's attention towards science and their goal of fighting ignorance left them blind to monsters in the dark feasting on them. Yet, there where rumors, prostitutes slain, grizzly deaths, to the ordinary man this might seem like an unfortunate tragedy but to him. Him. He knew. The prostitutes slain belonged to a convent of vampires that feasted on men. It was a targeted killing.
"Yes," John finally answered the man's question. "Yes?" The man echoed, half-joked, and half-hissed. John's hair would rise as the man turned to fully face him. "I didn't send 110 men to the slaughter in Crimea, nor send Lord Hartigan's daughter in pieces to him - just for 3, 3 of my kin to be murdered without retaliation." There wasn't any anger in his voice, flatly, he said those words, as if he was listing favors to John. "Send your subordinates, John, have them rattle up Scotland's Yard. Find him, and capture him, if the Inquisition is indeed seeking out to revive itself." The man would stand up, brushing his uniform as he took one last glance at the performing orchestra before turning towards John and brushing his cheek. "Do you remember when we first met?" He asked, a teasing smile on his lips as he leaned in towards John. John wouldn't answer, he tried not to tense up - instead focusing on the concerto. "Maybe in another life, John." The man would kiss John on the cheek as he stood up, his coat tails the only thing John saw in his periphery before the door opened to their booth and he heard the voice of his wife. "Finlay!" His wife would greet the man, oblivious and absent to their meeting before. Lieutenant David Archer Finlay-Pennhurst, that was the name he gave himself, John recollected, a junior officer, kind to his subordinates and respectful to his seniors. The model British officer.
"My lady," The man greeted, with honest warmth in his tone as he bowed and kissed her hand. The man escorted her to the seat he occupied a while ago, "I was just entertaining your husband, with tales of my own personal travels." The lady placed a hand on the man's own, "Please, do seat with us and tell me all about it." The man would laugh heartedly, "I am well sure that Lord John has heard enough of my ramblings. And I have other business matters to attend to, I must, in fact, head back to the regimental camp." The lady would give his hand a tight squeeze, "Oh, don't worry, Arthur really does like you. He just doesn't show it." John didn't say anything, as the two talked a little bit more and the man finally left.
The man stood, outside, as he stared up at the night sky. The World is changing.
PLOT SUMMARY
You, are a vampire, living in 19th century London at a time of great change. London, and by extension Great Britain, and by further extension - the rest of Europe, are secretly being influenced by vampire families. You prey on mankind, and depending on your tastes, you can target adults, children, males, females, a noble, or destitute. It can be very specific. As a vampire living in London, you are under protection of the Consul - an elected position within vampire heirarchy that oversees vampires within their domain, they are responsible for enforcing the rules of the Masquerade, they must be made aware of any made vampires, or incoming vampires from other cities or shires. As a vampire, you live in a pretty peaceful era, where you're able to feast on mankind without danger of being hunted down by the Inquisition. Although, that might change.
FAMILIES
Vampire families are a key construct for any vampire society, as a family is able to keep tabs on any vampire that might break the rules. It also helps to prevent inner-society conflict, as a family might be able to mediate any grievances that might occur. They're also useful for tracking vampires that come in and out of cities.
In London, there are two great families - the Wyrder and the Celtigars
WYRDER/WOTANSIR
The Wyrder are vampires descended from Norse settlers, they're the oldest family in London. Yet for most of their existence they've fought costly battles with the Inquisition's earliest forms and have suffered much for it. They make up London's working man, their members make up the lower class and middle class. As such, their taste in blood is much common, and much more affordable. The Wyrder are numerous, stronger, and faster than their Celtigar counterparts.
CELTIGAR/COLLANDEE
The Celtigar are vampires descended from Norman invaders from France. For most of their existence they made up England's nobility, and played host to mankind's imagery of chivalry. They make up London's upper class, old nobles, and young entrepreneurs. They prey on the blue bloods, rich and delicate. To make up for their short-comings, they have an abundance of resources.
Roles Available
Wyrder House Head [Prince/Princess] - (Open) {Leads and represents the house of Wyrder in all formal events}
Celtigar House Head [Prince/Princess] - (Open) {Leads and represents the house of Wyrder in all formal events}
Wyrder vampire -
Celtigar vampire -
(GM's Note: Hi! I'll flesh this out, I just needed to get it post. Please do reply to this post if you're interested, and I'll flesh it out. I will include magic, and its types)
Royal Albert Hall, London - 1888
Sir John Arthur Prembrooke was an old man, nearing 64 in fact, and the very personage of wisdom. Even in his advanced age, he held him upright with the posture of a proud hussar, the features of a veteran and warm yet sharp brown eyes. He faced against charges of Russian cossacks, the unbearable climates of Africa, and the humidity of the Orient. Yet, now, he felt an overwhelming sense of dread build up in his stomach that made his heart pound with the person he sat next to. The man, as if sensing the dread in John would smile, coolly with the absence of warmth "I am not going to kill you, John." The man merely chuckled, "Enjoy the play." It was as if the man's presence sucked in all of the sounds in the hall - with a simple word, the orchestral piece flooded into John, dissonant, chaotic. It took heavy breaths to calm him down, as the man focused on him, the dim light hiding any emotion the man might have. "The world is changing, John, does change scare you?" The man asked, idly, as the sounds of the concert hall lowered. John would stutter a bit, the question rather bizarre to him, "C-change is inevitable, sir." It must've sounded weird for anyone who heard the proud major-general, a senior officer of Her Majesty's army to stutter and address someone else as 'sir.' The man would wave his hand dismissively, "So it seems. Yet I've found myself incapable of change," the man's tone would swiftly change to a pointed question "Do you know why I brought you here, John?"
John knew, the man sitting next to him was a creature of darkness, a godless and soulless creature of the night. A creature of many names, most commonly known as a vampire. And so long as he knew of the man, he knew of the Inquisition, an organization of many names as well - tasked with the holy order of "cleansing" the world of their dark influence. And for the last 500 years, the Inquisition had been slowly losing influence and their power, as the world dismissed them as religious zealots, madmen, and fanatics. Slowly, and ironically, the world's attention towards science and their goal of fighting ignorance left them blind to monsters in the dark feasting on them. Yet, there where rumors, prostitutes slain, grizzly deaths, to the ordinary man this might seem like an unfortunate tragedy but to him. Him. He knew. The prostitutes slain belonged to a convent of vampires that feasted on men. It was a targeted killing.
"Yes," John finally answered the man's question. "Yes?" The man echoed, half-joked, and half-hissed. John's hair would rise as the man turned to fully face him. "I didn't send 110 men to the slaughter in Crimea, nor send Lord Hartigan's daughter in pieces to him - just for 3, 3 of my kin to be murdered without retaliation." There wasn't any anger in his voice, flatly, he said those words, as if he was listing favors to John. "Send your subordinates, John, have them rattle up Scotland's Yard. Find him, and capture him, if the Inquisition is indeed seeking out to revive itself." The man would stand up, brushing his uniform as he took one last glance at the performing orchestra before turning towards John and brushing his cheek. "Do you remember when we first met?" He asked, a teasing smile on his lips as he leaned in towards John. John wouldn't answer, he tried not to tense up - instead focusing on the concerto. "Maybe in another life, John." The man would kiss John on the cheek as he stood up, his coat tails the only thing John saw in his periphery before the door opened to their booth and he heard the voice of his wife. "Finlay!" His wife would greet the man, oblivious and absent to their meeting before. Lieutenant David Archer Finlay-Pennhurst, that was the name he gave himself, John recollected, a junior officer, kind to his subordinates and respectful to his seniors. The model British officer.
"My lady," The man greeted, with honest warmth in his tone as he bowed and kissed her hand. The man escorted her to the seat he occupied a while ago, "I was just entertaining your husband, with tales of my own personal travels." The lady placed a hand on the man's own, "Please, do seat with us and tell me all about it." The man would laugh heartedly, "I am well sure that Lord John has heard enough of my ramblings. And I have other business matters to attend to, I must, in fact, head back to the regimental camp." The lady would give his hand a tight squeeze, "Oh, don't worry, Arthur really does like you. He just doesn't show it." John didn't say anything, as the two talked a little bit more and the man finally left.
The man stood, outside, as he stared up at the night sky. The World is changing.
PLOT SUMMARY
You, are a vampire, living in 19th century London at a time of great change. London, and by extension Great Britain, and by further extension - the rest of Europe, are secretly being influenced by vampire families. You prey on mankind, and depending on your tastes, you can target adults, children, males, females, a noble, or destitute. It can be very specific. As a vampire living in London, you are under protection of the Consul - an elected position within vampire heirarchy that oversees vampires within their domain, they are responsible for enforcing the rules of the Masquerade, they must be made aware of any made vampires, or incoming vampires from other cities or shires. As a vampire, you live in a pretty peaceful era, where you're able to feast on mankind without danger of being hunted down by the Inquisition. Although, that might change.
FAMILIES
Vampire families are a key construct for any vampire society, as a family is able to keep tabs on any vampire that might break the rules. It also helps to prevent inner-society conflict, as a family might be able to mediate any grievances that might occur. They're also useful for tracking vampires that come in and out of cities.
In London, there are two great families - the Wyrder and the Celtigars
WYRDER/WOTANSIR
The Wyrder are vampires descended from Norse settlers, they're the oldest family in London. Yet for most of their existence they've fought costly battles with the Inquisition's earliest forms and have suffered much for it. They make up London's working man, their members make up the lower class and middle class. As such, their taste in blood is much common, and much more affordable. The Wyrder are numerous, stronger, and faster than their Celtigar counterparts.
CELTIGAR/COLLANDEE
The Celtigar are vampires descended from Norman invaders from France. For most of their existence they made up England's nobility, and played host to mankind's imagery of chivalry. They make up London's upper class, old nobles, and young entrepreneurs. They prey on the blue bloods, rich and delicate. To make up for their short-comings, they have an abundance of resources.
Roles Available
Wyrder House Head [Prince/Princess] - (Open) {Leads and represents the house of Wyrder in all formal events}
Celtigar House Head [Prince/Princess] - (Open) {Leads and represents the house of Wyrder in all formal events}
Wyrder vampire -
Celtigar vampire -
(GM's Note: Hi! I'll flesh this out, I just needed to get it post. Please do reply to this post if you're interested, and I'll flesh it out. I will include magic, and its types)
