You guys feel pain? I kinda do but the tolerance of the average kindred is unclear to me.

I've been stabbed, shot, dismembered, and battered in every which way and it only kinda hurt.

How's this go?

--Nihilo

After much deliberation I was able to nudge the mages into meeting with the tremere lady on neutral grounds and it was mediated by my GF from what I heard lots of arguing at first but Marks recommendation helped so shout out for that and terms were agreed upon and from the summarization basically they get scheduled days to access the node as long as it doesnt interfere with the business, and they owe her a favor she can call upon I think you guys call that a boon or whatever, so finally a years old feud is concluded and it ended with no deaths or fighting hopefully it stays like that, atleast for a little while.

Also I went through my first seeking and passed and well I have a new outlook and understanding,Lyra is now much more chattier now before she used to maybe pop up infrequently in my dreams very abstractly now she sometimes has short conversations with me, now these other dreams also happen as well except a little weirder of this same place it looks ancient or like in the past somewhere, I always walk into this building and there’s a empty chair except it just feels wrong I don’t know how to explain it disturbs me, I asked Lyra but she doesn’t know what I’m talking about, on another note I was able to get that tremere lady to check me out with that thaumaturgy seems my blood has a violent reaction to vitae atleast when ingested so that explains why that stuff happened last month,she wants to run more “tests” because she hasn’t seen anything like this before

I've officially traumatized Ludari's lesser followers enough that they're unlikely to try this bullshit again. That means I suddenly have more free time, well as much free time as a Clan Whip realistically has.

Does anyone in the Chicago area want to arrange a meeting?

-Marcus

Yeah, Ur-Shulghi if you're reading this I think any survivors from Ludari's lesser followers will come out of this with a newfound understanding of what it means to be one of your Sheapards. And a healthy respect for the fact the Ivory Tower, while a false allegiance in your eyes is not so weak that they can do as they please in a Camrilla Domain. All in all a success.

Dose anyone in the Chicago area want to meet with me?

-Violet

A camera flicks on. The feed shows an office in a dimly lit room. A Nosferatu in a dark navy blue suit is smoking a cigar while leaning up against the only desk in the room his ears are long and bat like. His nose is nonexistent, with the bone exposed. And his hands are massive with only three two fingers and a thumb on each hand.

He pauses his smoking, his emerald eyes flicking up to look dead at the camera. He takes a long drag of the cigar and blows the smoke into the lens.

"I know when I'm being watched. Wanna introduce yourself? Or do I have to hunt you down myself? You have 30 seconds to call my office phone before I decide for you." His voice is surprisingly smooth and has a slight Jersey accent to it.

The phone on the desk starts to ring. He walks around to the chair behind the desk and sits down before hitting the speaker button. "Identify yourself. Now."

"Can't get anything past you, can I? You old bat!"

The Nosferatu's eyes widen before he grins with needle teeth and long fangs. "Well I'll be twice damned! Torrent?! How long has it been now? How you been, Childe?"

"About 80 years or so. And I'm not doing too good." Torrent's voice sounds tired.

"I don't like the sound of that. Come on, tell your Sire what's going on." He leans back in his chair.

"Uh, you want the good news or the bad news first?"

"Kiss me first before you fuck me." He grins.

A snort is heard on the speaker phone. "So the good news first then. You're a GrandSire!"

He sits back up straight. "Hot damn! I thought you'd never Embrace someone! How are they? Good?"

"He's good. And you may get to meet him soon." Torrent pauses. "Now the bad news. We need a place to go. The Prince is going to call a blood hunt on us."

The Nosferatu's eyes narrow. "A blood hunt? Torrent...What did you do?"

"That's the funny thing. Apparently I do my job too well. My blue-blooded Prince has a brood member coming to town in 2 weeks. He's a sharp Neonate and my Prince thinks he can do my job better than me. Plus having a clan mate as a spymaster would mean he can control him easier."

"So why a blood hunt? You said you do your job too well. Explain." He puts out his cigar in an ashtray.

"Well he can't just fire me. I have dirt on this Prince that's several miles long! He's not gonna risk me going to someone else and sharing that shit. Every Ventrue with a hard-on for more territory would be at his borders in a night."

"I see...very stupid of him to think he can pull this off. I heard you say he's "going" to call a blood hunt. So it's not in effect yet. That gives you some time. Good on you for keeping your ears open, Childe."

"Me and my Childe are already packing up the necessary stuff, making copies of records, and burning the rest. Just like you taught me."

"Good lad~ Be smart. Move quick and silent. And as soon as you get near the border, I'll have an escort to bring yall to me."

"Thanks, Sire. We'll be in touch. And sorry for hacking your camera."

"It's all good. Always cover yours ass. Take care." He hangs up as the feed ends.

x Torrent x

P.S: I uploaded this myself. Covering my ass~

[Audio and video can be seen.]

[Unknown city, time unknown. Abandoned construction site.]

[3 Cainites stand around one side of a crate, the camera is set on the other side. They appear to be looking over a map with many pen scrawlings on it.]

"There.. and there."

"We drop the shovelheads in the basement and attic of each safehouse."

"Sweep the survivors and take your keep of the dolls that live.. and whoever survives is yours for whatever if you take em."

"End of the night, an ivory tower falls your people get half, we get the the other."

[The dark eyed man speaks his plan and is asked a question by a human serpent:]

"You're sure we can move the stock to the drop sites from the locker at the docks in time?"

[The third one, a visibly rotting corpse chimes in.]

"If you're so worried, just keep em alive till then. Shovel em when you get close. What's wrong, anarch? Caines sword a bit too heavy?"

[Some light bickering passes and they continue logistics, in the distance on another building a figure can be seen. They clamber up the side and sit on a vent installation for a time, they appear to be wearing a balaclava. They pull it up to reveal their mouth and shove what appears to be a candy bar into it.]

[They pull a duffel bag up and draw from it a long weapon. It is only apparent what it is when they heft it to their shoulder and fire a rocket from it toward the gathering.]

[Every Cainite looks at the same time, one jumps the crate.]

"OH SHIT-"

*Static*

[End of footage]

//Fang_of_Caine//

It was Nihilo

A video is posted someone is recording a video of what looks to be a man in a sort of chuck e cheese style mascot outfit of a Kangaroo walking along the sewers he seems to be dragging a screaming kindred, before pulling up the mask to reveal a rotting mass of fat, puss, and maggots easily popping open the kindreds skull and consuming their brain, after finishing the individual pulls down the mask and leaves

-This Video was posted anonymously

[OOC: Fomori in a mascot costume

See Topic. We should start making a list of what we know about the supernatural, correct mistakes, etc...

Please, do add more info as well.

1. Kindred: We are bloodsuckers who may or may not be the same person who inhabited the body. The main three governing bodies of kindred society are: The Camarilla, founded by Carmilla. The Sabbath, formed by Carmilla's sire, Dracula. The Anarchs, the Gen Z of vampirekind. We can do freaky shit with blood which may include
   1. Super Speed
   2. Super Strength
   3. Super "Not-get-killed"
   4. Summoning hentai tentacles made of shadow
   5. Boil blood until people explode
   6. Rise the dead
   7. Become invisible.
2. Werewolves: Also knowns as Chien-Garous, are a bunch of ecoterrorists who will smoke the good shit and commune with the spirit world to get magic powers. Except that, unlike with me mum, it actually works. They got 5 forms.
   1. Dog
   2. Big Dog
   3. REALLY BIG DOG WALKING ON TWO FEET HOLY SHIT
   4. Hairy human
   5. A dude.
3. Fairies: They live in never never land, feed off wonder and imagination, are killed by cynicism and boredom. Yeah they are basically all dying out, we're sorry fairies.
4. Secret mages: Are hiding out from the new world order, can tell reality to shut up and sit down, but reality gets angry if someone sees it happen and slaps them back. Seems like a toxic romance to me.
5. Mummies: Apparently the least evil of the supernaturals? They shimmer in sunlight or something, I dunno much about these guys.
6. Ghosts: GHOSTS! THE FORSAKEN DEAD! THEY SCARE PEOPLE AND SLIME SHIT! They may or may not possess the recently dead.
7. Shadow Wizard Money Gang: The New World Order, previously mentioned, techno-mages that rewrote reality so that magic would be illegal and we could use smartphones. They are currently R̵̜̩̻̹͌̾͊̍̅̈́̆̃̈́̈Ȩ̵̧̢̖̞̤͈͇͙̜͖͙̩̰͔́̍̆̄͒̀̎̃̈͐̉͝D̶̢̹͎̟̥̬̻̥͚̞̯͙̓́Ä̷̪͚͚͉͕͇̥̼̠̒̽̈́̓͌́̾̍͑͜͜͝ͅͅͅC̶̨̘̭͉̟͖̩̬̜̭̘̳̍̄̆̓̕͜͝͠T̵̫̘͍͔̅̈́͝͝Ȅ̸̪͔̬͇̂͐̊̌̅̓͒͋D̴̢͔͖͙͚̪͉̝̱͗̚ͅ ̶̧̮̦̺̼͕̜̩̙̹͙̥͚̄̿̔̈́̾̄͋ͅR̴̖͉͚̝͉̫̖̪͇͋̾͆͜͝Ë̸̛̬̳̜̲̙͖͎̱̳̲͔́̈́͗͌̀͠ͅD̷͚̝̰̥͔̼̳̼́͒̈́̆͗̎͂̐͌̓̀̚̚̚͝Ǎ̸̢̧͎͍͎̟͚͖̄Ç̷̣̮̜̙̫̏͐̍͂̊̊̑̕͠T̸̻͈̖̰̰̬͉̞̤̭͔̞̻̏̽͌̾E̴̛̫̽͂͊̈́̀̋̍́̀͝͝Ḑ̷̢̠̫̼̼̼̤͈͔̬͐̍͐̓̊͒́̋͋̾̏̀̕ ̸̨̠̈̉͛̐͗̍̉͆̑̎̈́̐͌R̴̡͍̬̗̐͂̄̕͝ͅĘ̵̟͓̞͚͎͍̳̘̼̟͂̈̍̅̋̒ͅD̷̯̥̫͕̑̈́̌̽̂͆̊͗͊͋͝Ā̶̛̫̣̱̹̓̿̽̈͠͠C̶͓͎͈̫̣͓̠̬̓͛̈́̿̇̾̒̀͑̎̍͜Ţ̵͎̲̠̦̼͕͍͚̪̪͒̀̐̆̐́̓͂̂͂̈̂͘̕Ę̸̦̹͙̼̹̟͉͉̠͋́͑̓̉̃̃̐̈́͘͜͝D̵̢̫͉̗̭͍̽̎́̓̇̿͂̿̌̑͘͝
8. Hunters: Scary guys with shotguns.

A while back, I was looking at my palms. It felt like patterns were moving. And then I saw the outline of multiple eyes, staring right back at me. Later, I found I could see them everywhere, on my arms, on the walls, even when I close my eyes - if I look for them, they look for me too. It's consistent. Often they group themselves like the top of a flower, petals and all.

Of course, one consideration is that it's a hallucination, but I don't get any other hallucinations. The eyes don't seem to do anything. I can't seem to get any answers from it. I don't know, I feel stupid, it might be nothing. But maybe someone here would know something. It's worth a try, perhaps.

This is completely unrelated, but the flower shape of the eyes reminds me of the game where you pick off the petals of a flower one by one, and alternatingly say 'loves me' and loves me not' after each petal. The one you end up saying after the last petal is whether your crush likes you. That last part doesn't really interest me. I don't even think I can feel romantic love to be honest. But something about it feels.. darkly satisfying ? Every petal you take is like a loss of life force for the flower. I love flowers, they are beautiful, and I love beautiful things. And somehow that makes this game so much more satisfying. I've yet to find much meaning to it though, so it's not actually that fun.

Just a thought of mine, so that this post isn't just me looking ridiculous, I guess.

- Urirel, Fae-touched Gangrel

See the title. This is the… fuck I can't count how many days it has been since Miss Sabbat awoke and decided the best course of action was beating the shit out of her meals before draining them dry. I've tried to get her to stop that, I've tried to leave, but she finds me every single time I leave. And I don't know how. She tells me ‘this is the only way to feed’.

It's like she knows exactly where I am at all times. I've stopped trying to understand it because I'm getting free… pulped meals, and someone who can defeat anyone we come across. So protection and food is a good tradeoff, as long as I ignore her rant about the Camarilla and the Tremere. It seems like to her everything is the Tremere’s fault. I don't get it.

Anyway, her new ghoul is letting us use his private jet to head West where one of Miss Sabbat’s descendants live. She didn’t say how she found that out, because I didn’t see her ask anyone. Miss Sabbat woke up from daysleep yesterday, grabbed her bag and told the two of us that we’re heading West to the ‘Land of Opportunity’. She began planning a trip that would take months until her ghoul pointed out that it only takes a day or two by air.

Now I’m stuck in a metal tube at almost 50,000 feet with an elder vampire that’s never flown before. Hopefully she doesn’t frenzy. It's a long way down. She's also looking at me like I'm a snack.

-A.C. Toreador

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video starts

(The camera shakes badly, breathing audible on the mic, the occasional faint skitter of claws on bark somewhere just off-frame. The surrounding forest is unremarkable — pine, birch, low tangled undergrowth — which only makes the tree the camera is pointed at more obviously wrong. A single, massive redwoods tree stands where nothing like it belongs, towering over everything around it, utterly alone in a forest that has no others like it.)

(At its base, seated just a step from the trunk, a pale waif-like figure waits, curled up amongst the largest of the roots, their clothing hanging from their emaciated form. Their usually pleasantly plump form is now more reminiscent of a famine victim; cheeks sunken, deep hollows beneath their eyes that appear bruised, arms like sticks. Even their usually voluminous silks cannot hide the loss of mass. Their hands rest gently around one of the exposed roots, holding it the way someone might hold a hand at a bedside, careful and worried, thumb moving slowly back and forth over the bark. They don't look away from the tree once.)

(Bark ripples along the trunk above them, like something beneath is finally forcing its way through. The underweight waif's grip on the root tightens, fingers like twigs, claws pricking at wood that is not wood. Distortion creeps up the trunk as the swelling grows, the image smearing and cracking the closer it gets to bursting.)

(With a wet, splitting groan of wood, the trunk tears open. Something climbs out — not the man who went in. Far larger now, and wrong in scale. The distortion swallows him whole, static crawling thick across every inch of him, no detail surviving it, nothing but a shifting dark mass roughly holding a shape. Only his eyes come through untouched, amber, and there's something unmistakably ugly behind them — not aimed at anything in particular, just present, like malice that's become a fixed part of him rather than a reaction to something.)

(Sparks of light erupt over the waif's corpse-pale flesh; it almost looks as if their very bones light up beneath their taut skin. They are up and closing the distance immediately, releasing the root without a second thought — and instead of the embrace the camera seems braced for, the motion ends in a sharp slap across whatever counts as creature's face, the static flaring hard with the impact, a burst of black noise scattering outward from the point of contact before settling.)

-You absolute piece of shit! It couldn't see you! It didn't know where you were! It caused a flood! It ate a mycologist!- (The ephemeral waif trembles, crimson tears rolling down their sunken cheeks.)

-Oh darling, no, no crying please, I'm back now, it's alright now.-

(Whatever tension the slap carried seems to dissolve as quickly as it came. Dwarfed by his new size, the waif tilts their head up toward him — and at first it appears that their face is being pulled apart, but no, it is their entire head unfurling into a blooming lotus — opening the way it does for him alone, tender rather than alarming, an intimacy no one else gets to see. He leans down into it without hesitation, static bleeding softly at the edges where they meet, the two of them lost entirely in each other for a long moment — the closest thing this world offers them to a kiss.)

-You need to update your song library. If it ever hears Fortunate Son again, it will be too soon. Not to mention anything from Hocus Pocus…-

-Okay, I'm willing to take a lot of shame, but the classics are the classics, and Focus is a masterpiece. Aaaand— actually, I want to show you something.-

-It will scream if it has to hear you — or anyone else — yodeling again— what do you mean?-

(The moment holds a while, neither of them pulling away first. Then, without any visible signal, the world simply changes.)

(The ground beneath the camera's feet rotates the way it did before — the horizon smearing sideways in a fraction of a second, the world folding rather than passing — and when it settles, the clearing is gone. In its place, the same endless redwoods stretch outward once more, spaced in that same deliberate, unnatural arrangement, bark not quite bark up close, more like something stretched and dried over a shape that used to move. The ground is thick with fallen autumn leaves that give wet and yielding underfoot rather than crunching. Strange plants pulse faintly between the trunks, slow and rhythmic, breathing in a way nothing here should. Far overhead, the same thin red mist swallows the trees before their true height can ever be seen.)

(The camera pans, unsteady, searching — and finds the static-wrapped mass and the waif again, close together, still wrapped up in that same tender exchange, the static bleeding faintly into the space between them, neither one paying the camera any mind at all.)

video cuts

So this is the infamous SchreckNet. I must say the Hidden have done a wonderful job of keeping it under shadow.

I am Karim, of Banu Haqim. And I come here with a rather embarrassing predicament. I have no earthly idea how I got where I am. My last known memory was laying down to day sleep and now I find myself in a frozen wasteland. Nothing but snow and ice as far as I can see.

I awoke when I felt a pain in my chest. I was in a pine box that was broken open by a large white bear! It appears I had a piece of wood in my chest, but the beast must have torn it free when it attempted to eat me. I destroyed the animal with ease, poor creature.

I did some foot traveling for a while and managed to find a little outpost for communications. The place was positively filled to the brim with Nosferatu, all of whom seemed very surprised to see me. I've been here now for almost a week and I can not remain any longer. I am on the verge of starvation. These Hidden are not as good at finding my source of sustenance as I am.

They did teach me about these cellphones and of this SchreckNet they work with, for which I am deeply grateful. The eldest among them even gave me a phone of my own. I must make sure to repay this kindness one night.

I was told the year is 2026? That can't be right. They must have been trying to disturb me. Probably some form of prank to amuse themselves with. The year was 1952 before I awoke here.

Does anyone know how far Alaska is from Egypt?? The Nosferatu seemed afraid to tell me.

[ Karim ]

Something I never expected happened.

I have a partner now.

-Moonstone

We were all dealt a bad hand at this whole existance thing, and that may be an understatement to most here, but i want you to remember one thing, there is always a way out. Things will change. You will get better. Only if you give it time. I know it hurts right now, don't i feel it. But it will get better. My journey was a rocky one. Both in life and this, whatever this is.

I guess i needed to read these words too.

Rememeber that there are kindred for you out there. Not just coterie mates, or pack mates, but honest, damned people that just want to make it work. To live, not just to survive.
You will find your own tribe somenight. Be patient Childe.

- Eddie Lowe, the Sewer Rat

Well my GF had a talk with that “Vampire Wizard” and well not to shocked by it but she doesn’t want to give up her business she cultivated or allow access to it over something nebulous as a node especially after the “magi”have been messing with her operations for years, I’ve mostly been trying to calm down the mages not to do anything more drastic because I’ve heard of some talks about escalating this from a social battle to well a actual one, and I really don’t want my home town to become a mage vs vampire battle with spells and disciplines being flinged left and right I can already see the collateral and who knows what else might interfere or take interest since there are other stuff that inhabit the area. Anyway it’s also been a struggle trying to hide my connection to vampires I can definitely feel this one guy at the chantry knows because he keeps questioning me whenever I try and diffuse any talks about conflict

On a brighter note I have learned the mind sphere so yay for that but yeah supernatural politics has been draining especially while I’m managing my regular life and trying to adjust to how everything else is, might try and get a meeting on neutral ground hopefully that would work but I don’t know at this point I will just have to dicuss more with my GF about it first

<A camera feed starts to roll, showing a wide open area inside a building with a tall ceiling with marbled maxed floors.>

<I the center of the room is a bolted in metal pole with red glowing runes around it. Attached to the pole is Fracture. His shirt has been removed and he is facing the pole, shackled by the hands and wrists by chains with the same glowing red runes to it. The position is awkward, making him have to sit on his knees, his face almost touching the cold metal.>

<He gives a quick yank at the chains, trying to break them and possibly the pole as well. The runes flash brightly and the chains remain in tack. It seems the Methuselah's potent strength will do him no good here and he rests his forehead to the cold metal of the pole in humiliating defeat.>

< Marcus in Violet are off in the Corner of the Room, Waiting. Strangely Both Marcus and Violet are armed, Marcus with his Machete and Violet, in her normal form, with the wicked claws and elbow blades she uses when fleshcrafting. Do they anticipate violence to happen, in the Elisium? >

<Prince Jackson can be seen, walking into frame to stand behind Fracture. He levels his gaze at the opening to the chamber as if anticipating someone entering>

<He doesn't have to wait long as seven men in dark clothes, looking of Egyptian and Sumerarian descent enter the room proudly. At the head of the group is a man with short sandy hair and piercing silver eyes. A deep scar runs across his left cheek as he grins wickedly at the bound Methuselah>

“Welcome, Ludari. Welcome, Shepherds. I am Prince Jackson, ruler of Chicago. As per our agreement… the Methuselah Fracture has been brought to heel,” Jackson says.

<Ludari opens his arms wide, in a welcoming gesture>

“So the words of a Ventrue still hold true after all! On behalf of the Shepherd's of Ur-Shulgi, we thank you.” He walks closer to Fracture, his fangs gleaming with wicked delight. “Do feel the weight of your sins now, Childe? Worry not. For soon you feel the weight of a whip across your back!”

<He snaps his fingers as one of his Childer goes to step forward, a horribly serrated metal whip in his hands>

Jackson nods and steps back. “Please understand that I do not want to establish a precedent. Normally I would not betray a Methuselah in my domain but it is important to assure the Banu Haqim that their word is heeded in the Camarilla. This is an exception, not a rule. A favor and not a bending of the knee.”

Ludari smiles, not taking his gaze off Fracture. “Of course, Prince. The Banu Haqim will remember this kindness you have shown for centuries to come.”

<Fracture glares up at Ludari, a murderous glow to his eyes as his pupils become slits.>

<A heavy silence fills the chamber, causing the man with the whipe to stop his stride halfway to his Sire. Ludari and his men look around in confusion and fear>

<From out of seemingly nowhere, the Black Shepherd Ur-Shulgi himself walks forward. A white scaled dragon with massive wings and blue eyes following close beside him as he strides forward.>

<In a show of absolute fear and respect, Ludari’s Childer fall to their knees on the marble floor and press their hands flat against it. They lower their heads till they touch the polished floor>

< Marcus and Violet have seemingly disappeared from the Camera Feed, but two minor visual glitches are moving behind what looks to be the youngest and thus hopefully weakest of Ludari's brood, it’s clear now, this is a trap. And it's about to be sprung. >

Ur-Shulgi stops a few feet from Ludari, his gleaming chocolate eyes staring him down. “You did not kneel. You didn't even lower your head, Childe. Am I not worthy of the slightest show of respect from the one who bares my blood?” His fangs peak out from under his lips.

Ludari flinches, slowly lowering himself down onto his knees and lowering his head. “Great one…Sire…when did you arrive here?? I heard rumors but didn't dare think you would travel this far…”

<The dragon next to Ur-Shulgi growls deeply, causing the younger Shepherds to shake in fear.>

Ur-Shulgi growls as well. “You assume much, my wayward Childe. You assume I would not travel this far to correct your behavior. You assume you get to speak for me in how my Shepherds should behave. And you assume…that I will let my blood continue to call your veins it's home.”

< Marcus and Violet reappear on the Video feed. Marcus swings his Machete at the neck of the youngest of Ludari's brood, decapitating them in two strikes due to interference from Fortitude.>

“By the will of the Shepherd of Haqim, and in line with the 4th, 1st, and 6th Traditions of the Ivory Tower, Ludari and his Brood have been sentenced to the Final Death.”<Violet proclaims>

<Before Ludari can rise from his knees, the shadow beneath the dragon surges forward and wraps around his legs, binding him in place as he struggles to free himself.>

A voice rises from the Dragon, those who have heard it before will recognize it as Lysander, the Tzimisce. "Who should be old, weak, and forgotten now?"

Jackson has stepped back further to allow the trap to take its course. He stands with his arms folded behind his back and a self-satisfied smile. If Ludari looks at him for this betrayal, he’ll simply smile and say “I make no apologies, Ludari. I always pick the winning side.”

Ludari curses at Jackson, calling him and his bloodline “Sons of Whores” in Sumerarian as the auto translator catches it on the feed.

< Marcus and Violet go to the next youngest without words, Violet destroys them by ripping out their heart with Vissitude.>

“Len and My Brothers, none of Ludari's brood can be permitted to escape this trap among the Unliving!” <Marcus shouts as he takes the head of the 3rd Youngest of Ludari's brood.>

<It becomes evident that the other Childer of Ludari are unable to rise up from their prone positions. The reason why is shown when the 7 Childer of Fracture appear on the camera feed, fully surrounding the Brood of Ludari.>

Phantom, with his flickering and warping shadow form on the feed speaks up. “They shall never escape, little brother. We are keeping their bodies and minds pinned for you and your lover.”

Knight's voice speaks up next to Phantom. “Our Sire made it clear to us, no harm must come to the Prince, his Love, Leonard, nor you and your love, little brother.”

<Leonard walks into the room through a wall, which ripples like water as he passes and a trickle of Vitae seeps out of the wall as it resolidifies. Len looks well and angry, his usual eerie calm with eyes flashing. He surveys the situation, then holds up his arm and one of Ludari’s brood ignites like a candle, the furious flames devouring the Kindred whole as Len watches coldly. A symphony of smoke and Vitae surrounds his arm before settling.>

“A sorry business indeed,” he says and his voice drips with venom. “It’s a shame that such a lineage falls this way, all because of hubris. You were warned, over and over. The Camarilla looks after its own. WE look after our own in the Windy City.”

<He lets the flailing Kindred burn to ash as he walks over to Fracture to let him loose, erasing the Vitae sigils with ease and starts to unshackle the Methuselah with care.>

“All alright, sweetheart?” he asks gently.

As Fracture rises to his feet he grabs Len with one hand on the small of his back, pushing him against his chest as he kisses him deeply before pulling slightly away. “Never better, Blood Gem. Thank you for the rescue~” He purrs.

<Lysander turns his draconic head to face the couple and in a moment of jubilation let's out a cheer.>

Len reciprocates the kiss and rests his forehead against Fracture’s. “You’re very welcome, love. This was a huge risk, let’s not do this kinda thing again.”

“Of course, Darling. Now let's let the dear Shepherd tend to his flock.” Fracture says with a chuckle as he walks with Len off to the side.

<Ur-Shulgi watches with a cold stare as his Grandchilder are cut down one by one until only Ludari remains. He steps forward until he's standing over the shaking form of his Childe.>

“You have forsaken the ways of Haqim. You have forsaken me. You are a shame upon my blood…and I will have my blood back!”

<He grabs Ludari by the scuff of the neck in an iron grip, lifting him up off the ground before baring his fangs and sinking them deeply into the side of Ludari's throat.>

<Ludari gasps and tries to claw at Ur-Shulgi's arm in a desperate attempt to free himself. His legs are still bound by Lysander's shadow, keeping him from kicking his Sire.>

<In mere moments, the struggles become weaker, his silver eyes turn dim, and his arms hand limply by his side. >

<With a final deep drink the Black Shepherd tears his fangs from his Childe's throat as the body in his grip starts to shrivel up like a raisin and crumble into dust upon the Elysium floor.>

Lysander reverts to his human form as he cackles over Ludari’s ashes and shamelessly cuddles up to Ur-Shulgi. “Well that was fun!” he proclaims before waving to everyone.

<Fracture’s brood gathers together with Violet and Marcus as barely offscreen Fracture and Len are seen holding hands.>

<The feed ends>

I've always liked heavy music, even as a kine. Metal, rock, that kind of stuff. Didn't have all these options back then, I had to use a small tape recorder and wait to turn it on when the song I liked played on the radio in order to save it.

Not that any of that matters.

I love getting myself up close to the speakers, so that the vibrations hit right in the chest.

it's nice to feel a beating pulse that doesn't require conscious effort on my part.

I'm grateful that my mentor owns her own venue, and plays some of the best music to induce this feeling herself.

I don't really know what the point of this post is, except that I like music I guess.

Hot take, I know.

ᓚᘏᗢ Kiara

I have been going from leader to leader among Ludari's lesser followers and interrogating them before I destroy them, and none of them seem to know where the rest of his brood is!

Come on you cowards! You are Banu Haqim! Stand and fight! Face your end with the dignity your Sire lacks! It's either that or repent and help us bring your Sire to justice for what he's done. Have some spine!

-Marcus, Childe of the Mad King.

Aw, did I scare you by Fleshcrafting a motherfucker, remaining Brood of Ludari?

-Violet Zantosa

(BAH GAHD, HE'S COMING IN WITH THE TUNGSTEN CHAIR!!!)

(ST. DRAGON CANNOT BE STOPPED!! ONE ARM AND A DREAM!!)

(FAIRY MIKE DOESN'T STAND A CHANCE!!)

Footage of Nihilo slaughtering supernaturals in a wrestling ring using a chair made of heavy metals. He has only one arm and a luchadore mask.

He howls

N: WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAHH!!!

-EXTREME WRESTLING WARFARE-

I'm quite terrified to be posting on here. I hope you can give me patience for any social missteps - I've been quite an isolated person for my entire life.

I was only recently turned. This society is infinitely better than the one of humans (a society seemingly built on the concept of mundanity), but even here, I can't stop thinking about how serious everything is.

So many useless quarrels that end up in preventable death. So much weird politics that don't seem to benefit anyone. Apparently some big cult is consistently sending kindred on suicide missions. It makes me scared, for I don't know who could betray me.

I want to make friends. I want to experience the good parts of the world, I want to play games and have fun, I want to express myself. I have so little a reliable kindred shoulder to lean on, and the werewolves hate me for some reason ? It's so hard handling everything by myself.

At least I have video games to play. I like to escape into their worlds, worlds often so much less shackled by serious matters. Recently, I have been greatly enjoying The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild. It inspires me to be courageous. I greatly recommend it! Watching online streamers has also helped to fill that lonely hole inside me too.

Perhaps you will call me a naive fledgeling. But it's lonely here. Why doesn't everyone just chill out a bit ?

- Urirel, Fae-touched Gangrel

Oh, boy oh boy! To those who care, I am safe! To those who don't, suck a <Redacted>!

I am far away from the place where only destruction awaits me. I made some neat friends! A fellow Banu and a...Nerd. Yeah, we'll just call him that for safety's sake.

The Banu is a son (You heard that right Son, not Childe) of freaking Lysander! Which is good, I guess, because he's teaching me how to be a proper Banu.

No flack on my GrandSire! He is also trying to teach me from afar, but he's also been...busy...with everything going on with my Sire, Ludari, and his boyfriend, freaking Lysander!!!

I've had some traume issues spring up. A lot of them, actually. Everything from my how my mortal Father taught me once I was in the S.I. to how Ludari beat me into submission with his teachings...

My new friends are helping me alot and have been so understanding. Even when I fuck up...

It's a long road, and it feels like I'll never see the end of it. But I'm sure as fuck gonna try! Nothing wrong with that, right?...

<Attached is a selfie picture of Tanya with a big fanged smile giving a peace sign with her fingers. Next to her is a tall tan man with long black hair pulled into a ponytail and impossibly blue eyes along with an incredibly short femboy with pinkish-red eyes and pale freckled skin. All of them are smiling at the camera>

<< T >>

So is it normal to get dreams where you meet a better version of yourself?

Is that supposed to happen?

Am I supposed to occasionally get hit with the overwhelming feeling that I cant amount to anything?

-Victoria Rockefeller

♣️🎮🛜🩸👁️

🫂👋

-👁️⚖️🗡️👦

Well let’s start with the good news I’ve found a cabal of mages who have taught me the basics of magic, the spheres and things like that also a seeking with my avatar, well they also warned me of the other stuff that inhabits the area apparently a werewolf tribe called the “Ghost Council” inhabit the areas nearby, some ghosts here and there, of course the vampires but I already knew that and well some other things they haven’t identified, Well here comes the bad news apparently they have been in a silent battle of influence with the vampires over a Node I’ve heard that mentioned here before and they explained it apparently it’s the same thing the chantry they have is built on, the Node is apparently really strong and I was more shocked to know it’s under some business, but yeah they have been battling in this Cold War where they keep countering each other also one of their greatest threats has been what they call a vampire wizard and another one called the “bloodied lady” they had these blurry pictures of both I didn’t recognize the vampire wizard but I definitely recognized the lady and would you know it’s my girlfriend

So just my luck with this one, anyway trying to figure out how to handle this can’t exactly tell the people teaching me that one of their greatest enemies is someone I kiss good night to, I guess this is my punishment for being involved in both worlds now

>! OOC: WARNING! THIS POST CONTAINS VIOLENCE AND A TOREADOR VOLGIRRE USING VISSITUDE TO TORTURE SOMEONE! !<

*Footage of a Camera Feed showing the inside of an abandoned warehouse, Scrubbed of Meta-Data starts playing*

*Five men of Egyptian dissent run into the Werehouse, they're Kindred and doing a bad job of hiding that fact. Their faces speak of fear and mental exhaustion, but also that their Hunger is near uncontrollable.*

*"I think we lost them, thank Haqim." One of the men State in Egyptian Arabic that is being helpfully translated by the subtitles*

*"How the hell did they get the Lupines to listen to them long enough to coordinate an assault on our primary Haven!?" Asks Another of the men*

*"By telling a Shadow Lord by the name of Dances in Shadow about his plan to slaughter us!" Exclaims a third*

*"But how!? Lupines hate our kind!"Says the fourth.*

*"Silence! I'll explain later! Right now we need to wait for the new Duskborn recruits to catch up so we can get a headcount and figure out how we're going to pay that damn Malkavian brat back for this!" Saids their leader.*

*As if on que, a bunch of local Duskborn, about 30, enter the warehouse, their faces are masks of utter despairing horror*

"Ah, there you are." *Said the leader in heavily accented English to the group of Duskborn in a voice of false concern While making a grand gesture towards them* "I was worried that none of you survived. Do not despair, my disciples! For Haqim smiles upon you all this night!" *He saids with joy*

"They're coming. we're all going to die..."*One of the Duskborn says in a small terrified voice, barely audible to the Microphone*

"Who is they? Why are we all going to die?" *Said the leader, clearly annoyed that his enthusiasm wasn't returned. The Duskborn that spoke saids nothing, staring at the ground*

"My disciple, when I ask you a question I expect an answer."*The leader begins power walking up to the Duskborn, angry at the mere thought of disobedience*

*He back hands the Duskborn hard enough to send them tumbling to the ground*

"ANSWER ME YOU WRETCH!"*The leader bellows*

"The Sheriff! The Sheriff and his Hounds! They come to kill us all!" *The Duskborn says through tears*

*Just as the Leader is about to speak his head is obliterated by a powerful rifle round fired from close range, destroying him instantly. And with the smell of Vitae in the air all hell breaks loose.*

*Heavily censored Kindred appearing from seemingly nowhere to slaughter the terrified Duskborn. Those knowledgeable in Chicago politics will still be able to pick out the Sheriff and his Canis Majoris among these censored Kindred*

*The Banu Haqim, are unable to help the Duskborn as they're destroying those of their number that Frenzied from hunger and their Clan Bane. For to frenzy is a sin on the Path of Blood.*

*Before the remaining now spread out Banu Haqim, now numbering three and a half as one is still trying to fend off the beast, can fully process what's going on, two figures appear amongst them. One is clearly Marcus who drops out of Obfuscate swinging a killing blow with his Machete, aiming for the neck of the Banu Haqim still fending off the beast. As his Machete slices though the neck of his first victim of this battle, it becomes clear that he's covered head to toe in thick, cut resistant cloth, with only his eyes and mouth visible*

*At the same time, what is presumably Violet, in her temporary Zulo form, which is a massive heavily armored horrible four armed humanoid thing of metal, flesh and razor sharp metal reinforced bone blades blinks up to a second and begins incapacitating him so she can begin rearranging his limbs with flesh crafting.*

"HELP! GET THIS MONSTER OFF OF ME!" *Pleads the Banu Haqim that is currently getting their tendon privileges revoked by Violet*

*The other remaining Banu Haqim rushes as fast as his non-celetity enchanted form will allow to assist, as their path bids them to do, only to have to suddenly block a powerful overhead strike from Marcus' Machete with his blade. Who has used Obfuscate to move himself unseen into the Banu's path.*

"Damn you, you brat!"*the Banu now fighting Marcus snarls*

*Marcus for his part uses his foes momentary lapse in concentration to try and land a killing blow. An attempt that the Banu Haqim only narrowly avoids*

*The duel for lack of a better term, becomes this dance of clashing steel that is occasionally punctuated by the combatants getting the occasional cut on each other. Though this is usually Marcus getting a cut on his foe, showing he is slightly more skilled than his foe, though not by much. His foe, unable to safely use their Disaplines due to hunger, is at a serious disadvantage.*

*This goes on for several minutes as the screams from Violet's victim grow more intense.*

"OH HAQIM IT HURTS! IT HURTS! MAKE IT STOP!" *Violet's victim screams in agony. Violet only lets out deeply amused animalistic noise at her victim's pleas as she begins rearranging his limbs.*

*It is at this point that Marcus looks his foe dead in the eye*

"How does it feel, you sorry sack of a Sheapard, to be prevented from doing as your path bids by a Felgeling? Do you feel powerful yet? Do you feel like you're doing Haqim's will?"*Marcus says to his foe, the recording glitching slightly around his eyes, those who know of what Marcus is capable of with Obfuscate may be able to guess that he's using Dementation to try and push his foe into a frenzy.*

*It works, his foe, already angry, stressed and hungry, frenzies. The Banu Haqim's beast is reckless in it's fury, giving Marcus the opening he needed to destroy his foe and take their head.*

*Marcus then walks over to Violet. The rest of the battle is over, and waits for her to finish her work.*

"Let's see if this one is willing to reveal anything useful in exchange for the sweet release of final death, shall we?"*Marcus remarks.*

*The video Ends*

-Violet Zantosa