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Prologue: The Deck is Shuffled
« on: July 29, 2011, 12:43:00 am »
"The Sheriff went missing.  Just like that. 

One night he was here, dispensing his favorite brand of indiscriminate justice to the Anarchs, the Sabbat, and even some Camarilla; the next night he was gone.  What, are you surprised that there are Anarchs and Sabbat in Mr. High-n-Mighty's "hey you, go fuck yourself" domain?  That's right kiddo, welcome to the big leagues.  Welcome to the world where any asshole can lay down an Elysium and keep it as long as he rubs elbows with the right people, does favors for the right people, and gives a grade A reach-around to the right people.

This city is going to blow, mark my words Jack.  It's going to blow.  The Prince, with all of his fancy words and top hats, ain't nothing but a punk bitch playing king.  I'm no grandmaster chess player, although I'm sure I've outlived quite a few, but the king ain't much of a fighter see?  Without the queen by his side to keep the horny ass pawns in line, one of them might just get ideas. 

My kind of ideas. 

What I need to know is how many assholes out there with a drop of Caine's blood in their rotting veins have the same ideas?

War is coming to Nocressio City, mark my words.  Any Kindred, Cainite, or Shovel-head with an ounce of motivation is gonna go after that throne.  Gather your allies, call in your favors, wipe the semen from your mouth... it's go time."

 Frank 'Backbreak' Lonners, Brujah Anarchist
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Re: Prologue: The Deck is Shuffled
« Reply #1 on: August 03, 2011, 02:32:02 am »
"It sure is interesting, isn't it?  We've been working hard to keep the ivory tower strong.  While the Prince has been barking orders and cowering in his panic room, we're the ones on the front lines.  Well not the true front lines, we're not rabble, but we're still doing our part.  Do you have any idea how many Sabbat we've exposed and killed in the last week alone?

Everything takes a toll though.  Our numbers have dwindled, we've lost some powerful friends and some powerful Warlocks.  Now I ask this: why?  Why are we sacrificing ourselves for the Blue Bloods?  Why are we ensuring that he remains in power?  If we're strong enough to keep him safe, we are strong enough to attack! We can see that those in power are more sympathetic to our needs.

I say we bolster our numbers and strike while our enemies are still disorganized.  They don't have the organization and fortitude that we do.

We can claim this city for our own!"

Auditorium explodes in applause

Morgan LaPointe, Tremere Reagent, in his public address to the Chantry.

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Re: Prologue: The Deck is Shuffled
« Reply #2 on: August 10, 2011, 02:29:56 am »
Dispatch: 9-1-1 what is your emergency?

Malcolm: *whispering* There's an intruder in my house.  I have no idea how he got here, but he's going to kill me, I just know it.

Dispatch: Stay calm sir, the police are on route, is there a place you can hide until they arrive?

Malcolm: *whispering*  What? No, don't send the cops.  I know I'm dead, I'm okay with that.  I need you to let Carol know that I've found their weakness.  This call's recorded right?  Tell Carol that the weak point of the Ivory Tower is the ...

Dispatch: Hello sir? Sir?

Malcolm: ... ... ...

Dispatch: Dear god.

Although Malcolm continued to scream into the phone, no sound came out as the mysterious figure approached.

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« Reply #3 on: August 13, 2011, 05:06:17 pm »
"Really guys?  Really now?  It's not enough that we have turf wars going on constantly?  It's not enough that we are in a lock-down, crises mode?  And it's not enough that people both dead and dead-dead are missing?  Now you want to come in here talking about some kind of- what exactly- goddamned boogieman sliding into your bed with you while you sleep?

You think it's scary waking up giggling?  Try living an entire eternity with... never mind, it's not important.

Look, I'm sure it's nothing.  Drink plenty of tea, get a good days worth of rest, and take it slow.  You'll be fine.  How the hell am I supposed to know why this is happening.

And for fuck's sake the answer is no.  This is not some kind of Malkavian revenge scheme.  Jesus Christ."

Vincent Pinell
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Re: Prologue: The Deck is Shuffled
« Reply #4 on: September 01, 2011, 07:14:05 pm »
The Best Rendition of Hamlet?

I'm no art snob, but in this author's humble opinion, yes!  That was by far the most stellar performance to grace the humble stage at the Nocressio Elizabethan Theatre.  Gripping story and engulfing atmosphere led to the show flying by so quickly, we even skipped the intermission!  Watching the masters of their craft perform: the sights, the sounds, the senses were overwhelmed with beauty.

However as in any great show, there can only be one under the spotlight.  Without a doubt the star that shone the brightest tonight was Benjamin Lambert.  His leading role in Hamlet could not have been better.  I am not a writer that throws "perfection" out very often, but Benjamin, will you marry me?

The crowds were cheering and whooping for an encore, but as the show went over the scheduled time, we were all quickly ushered out of the theater.  Rioting may have started in the streets if Benjamin had not come outside and assured us that it was nothing personal.  He had a guest coming and he had to have the stage ready for his performance.  We begged to be allowed to see, but he smiled and said, "the whole city will see this performance soon."

Oh Benjamin, my darling Benjamin! Why would you leave us all out in the wind like that?  The possible impact of another legendary producer coming to Nocressio will have catastrophic effects on the theater community!

But it's okay Benjamin.  Take all the time you need, for that performance was once in a lifetime.  You were incredible on that stage, I just thought I would die.  The fans are out for your blood tonight! We shall toast to your success and to your life!  Congratulations!

Draft submitted by Elizabeth Smart to The Nocressio Truth
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Re: Prologue: The Deck is Shuffled
« Reply #5 on: October 04, 2011, 02:04:30 am »
I've heard some stories, man, some fucked up stories.  I don't like to repeat it, but apparently there's some Freddy Kruger type shit happening to some Vampires lately.  They say that there's a long forgotten clan of vampire that fuck with you in your sleep man, in your fucking sleep!  I can handle an enemy that I can claw and bite my way through, but we all gotta sleep some time.

The fucked up part, they say that these dreams can be like a vision.  A vision that guides you, except it doesn't guide you to anything good.  It guides you right into a trap!  I'm no stranger to the library, man.  Fuck you, stop laughing.  I read somewhere that Cain killed his brother because of a vision.  A vision told him it was the right thing to do.

If you put two and two together, that could mean that Cain ain't the first.  He's just a patsy, a fall guy.  If that's true, well I would hate to meet the sonuvabitch who fucked him over.

Arthur "Lance" Kingsley, Salubri pack priest

 

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