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Reg found himself suddenly surrounded in his haven. Dozens of armed men were clearly looking for him. Since fighting was out of the question he tried to squeeze past them without them noticing, but it was not to be and Reg was shot and staked.
With dawn not too distant, Gideon gave up the hunt and returned to the city via a Citroen stolen from a farm. Gideon crashed somewhere and waited for the sun to set again.
But shortly before the sun set, Thomas' body half on its side, rollle slightly and pushed the stake a little out of his heart. Slowly he mustered his will to remove the stake, and slowly he succeeded and went about the task of unstaking the others, including Reg. They were in a low, damp cave scattered with bodies. Vitally, although unstaked, did not wake. They searched the bodies, one of them had a pocket watch monogrammed "UT", and symbol of the office of Justicar. Could this be the Justicar that was sent to take over the investigation of the masquerade breaches?
Finally they gathered their courage and as the sun set they made there way out of the cave. To be confronted by yet another pack of Lupines, those that had attacked them last night were but corpses in the grass. The apparent leader stepped forward and quizzed them. Once it became clear they were hapless, they were sent back to Milwaukee city with the threat that if if the Leeches couldn't clear up their own mess - the Lupines would force the issue.
Then they headed back to the Prince's haven and met up with Gideon. They spoke briefly and decided to speak with the Prince, and maybe then try and find the Anubis...
They were shown into a reception room, in which all the fittings and furniture had been removed or covered. The gathering of gunmen had been cloaked. But soon almost a dozen men with automatic guns at short range began to fire at them - once again they had been ambushed! And this time in the Prince's haven!
They desperately fought, some gunmen did die. Thomas fell under gunfire - the others to a monstrous gollumn like creature clearly using obfuscatory powers to inject them with an unknown agent that slowly overwhelmed their senses.
They awoke in a small dark cell. Injured, and short on blood they hatched an escape plan. Since Thomas chained to the wall with unbreakable chains - they would rip of his arms and legs. And so Vitally, Gideon and Reg descended on Thomas and began to tear chunks of flesh and skin from him - gnawing through the limbs causing Thomas unbearable agony. Finally, unable to support the weight of his body, the arms tore free and the Quadraplegic spasmo-cannibal splotted agonisingly into a pool of his own vitae and flesh.
Before waking up, staked and lying on the ground along with the others in the same cell. The door was opened and a necromantic green fire in a stone brazier could be seen in the next room. Above it, dangled the body of a woman - her hair beginning to shrivel and her dessicated skin scorching. Beyond the macarbre sight was the hunched figure of Prince Merik who began to recuont the names of those he had killed each time finishing with "I can never forget." Four hundred and twenty two was his total. Finally he confessed to killing his wife, predicted he would be destroyed for it and opined "Oh - I hope they don't forget." as they fell back into a slumber.
And awoke in a cage, different this time. The smell of popcorn in the air. They briefly explored their new surroundings - the cage was covered in a thick sheet and it was difficult to ascertain the time of day. A crowd was nearby. Eventually the sheet was removed and they found they were at a circus, and it was the middle of the night. An extravagant Carnie wearing a ringmaster's outfit described the vicious monsters in the cage and a puppy was presented to the prisoner's. Gideon extradicted the doomed canine immediately. The crowd dispersed as the coterie began smashing their way out of the cage floor. Once free they made teir way into the mass of tents and amusements, coming to an unusual sight. Two tents, one labelled with their base or immediate desires - another with a sign that read "The Truth". Blocking their way was a sandwich board which contained the single word, "OR".
They chose the Truth, over slaying Annabelle, acquiring weapons and slaking their thirst. The tent was empty but for one corner that was a studio set of an opulent study. Behind the desk sat a Mediterranean man in simple clothes. He introduced himself as 'Paulos', a Brujah; the Bloodless Animal Man first referenced in Session VI and it was his body they rescued from the Hunter's grasp in Session VIII and it was his power of Dominate that caused them to lose a portion of their memory and to find themselves at the doorstep of Lodin's kidnapper - Roarke, who had subsisted off Paulos torpid blood and whose actions had gotten them tangled in local Kindred politics in the first place. And yea - if Anthonio were present he might have also mentioned that it was his blood that Anthonio consumed to give him the stunning powers of Auspex that were vital in rescuing Lodin before he was devoured by rats.
Paulos went on - he was still in torpor, at the place they buried him which he was not going to tell them. They had been injected by a powerful supernatural psychotropic developed by Saul Osiecki, a hunter with strange powers they met at the Succubus Club in Session XIV. It was meant to merely allow Paulos to communicate directly with users while he was still torpored, but Saul weaponized it.
But, said Paulos, the coterie was exposed and he had time to talk. So talk he continued to do. He was being hunted by a Toreador who he named "Maria". He had thought had escaped her in the New World - but she was not contented and followed him here. He asked that when the time came, they would side with him, since she was the aggressor. He confessed to manipulating them, along with members of the Primogen, including Annabelle who he named as one of his pawns that Maria thought was one of her pawns.
Paulos believed it was she that was responsible for the attack on the Nosferatu, and that she was using a particularly evil group of Werewolves called Black Spiral Dancers to do her deed. Khalid had hidden himself from Paulos, and presumably Maria was ignorant of him for some time too. Paulos hypothosized that she found out about the paranoid Nosferatu and sought his destruction out of fear that he was one of Paulos' tools. He also very definitely did say that if you want to find the BSDs that were responsible, look for a place and time like the one they were in.
He advised them the time for choices was close, that Maria's actions against the Nosferatu were just the first move of her end game - so overt were they compared with the years past. He was trying to awaken, but feared the consequences to those that were unfortunate enough to be nearby when he did. But if he didn't she would find him and destroy him. He didn't know much about Milwaukee and the situation there, other than that which he could extract from their minds. He deduced the Prince had gone quite mad and they were certainly in peril of Final Death. He wished them well, and they faded to black.
They awoke in the cell. Unstaked and unchained. The door opened and six mortals roughly shoved into the cell. A sequence of frenzies began - Thomas notable amongst them began to maul into a teenage boy. The room was filled with screams, sobbing, crying, anguished gargles and the shouts of frenzying Kindred and their coterie mates trying to stop them. They soon fell asleep.
They awoke in darkness in a closed space lying down. They found themselves 'sliding' backwards into a stark white light. A loved one and a doctor looked over them, but they were paralysed and could not speak out. Their loved ones confirmed their identity and they were slid away again accompanied by the sobs of those they had left behind. The scene shifted, they were on a hill side covered in graves. Before they had much chance to converse, the bodies burst forth from their graves. Each stone had a name of a victim of one coterie member or another. Most of them stood still and allowed the scene to play its course - but Thomas ran like hell pursued him at his heels. Through glen and forest he ran. Pursued endlessly by the mauled dead he had sent screaming to the grave. Finally he was caught like a fox in a spotlight - a pack of werewolves had him dead to rights.
But then he awoke. Again in the cell - they all came around. An elderly man opened the cell door and began to wheel in various medical instruments on a trolley. They bowled him over, and Thomas slit his throat with a scalpel. They charged up the stairs, took care of the guard at the door to the cellar and then began a firefight with the rest of them. Gideon began to slake his thirst, Thomas began to open fire and Vitally threw furniture and took cover before dealing with the rearguard. Reg snuck out back and returned to smash through the front door with a brick/pedal Macguyvered car. Once the threats had been dealt with they looked to one another and tried to figure out...where next? But they were cut off from further thought by a loud explosion outside...
With dawn not too distant, Gideon gave up the hunt and returned to the city via a Citroen stolen from a farm. Gideon crashed somewhere and waited for the sun to set again.
November 2, 1992
But shortly before the sun set, Thomas' body half on its side, rollle slightly and pushed the stake a little out of his heart. Slowly he mustered his will to remove the stake, and slowly he succeeded and went about the task of unstaking the others, including Reg. They were in a low, damp cave scattered with bodies. Vitally, although unstaked, did not wake. They searched the bodies, one of them had a pocket watch monogrammed "UT", and symbol of the office of Justicar. Could this be the Justicar that was sent to take over the investigation of the masquerade breaches?
Finally they gathered their courage and as the sun set they made there way out of the cave. To be confronted by yet another pack of Lupines, those that had attacked them last night were but corpses in the grass. The apparent leader stepped forward and quizzed them. Once it became clear they were hapless, they were sent back to Milwaukee city with the threat that if if the Leeches couldn't clear up their own mess - the Lupines would force the issue.
Then they headed back to the Prince's haven and met up with Gideon. They spoke briefly and decided to speak with the Prince, and maybe then try and find the Anubis...
They were shown into a reception room, in which all the fittings and furniture had been removed or covered. The gathering of gunmen had been cloaked. But soon almost a dozen men with automatic guns at short range began to fire at them - once again they had been ambushed! And this time in the Prince's haven!
They desperately fought, some gunmen did die. Thomas fell under gunfire - the others to a monstrous gollumn like creature clearly using obfuscatory powers to inject them with an unknown agent that slowly overwhelmed their senses.
They awoke in a small dark cell. Injured, and short on blood they hatched an escape plan. Since Thomas chained to the wall with unbreakable chains - they would rip of his arms and legs. And so Vitally, Gideon and Reg descended on Thomas and began to tear chunks of flesh and skin from him - gnawing through the limbs causing Thomas unbearable agony. Finally, unable to support the weight of his body, the arms tore free and the Quadraplegic spasmo-cannibal splotted agonisingly into a pool of his own vitae and flesh.
Before waking up, staked and lying on the ground along with the others in the same cell. The door was opened and a necromantic green fire in a stone brazier could be seen in the next room. Above it, dangled the body of a woman - her hair beginning to shrivel and her dessicated skin scorching. Beyond the macarbre sight was the hunched figure of Prince Merik who began to recuont the names of those he had killed each time finishing with "I can never forget." Four hundred and twenty two was his total. Finally he confessed to killing his wife, predicted he would be destroyed for it and opined "Oh - I hope they don't forget." as they fell back into a slumber.
And awoke in a cage, different this time. The smell of popcorn in the air. They briefly explored their new surroundings - the cage was covered in a thick sheet and it was difficult to ascertain the time of day. A crowd was nearby. Eventually the sheet was removed and they found they were at a circus, and it was the middle of the night. An extravagant Carnie wearing a ringmaster's outfit described the vicious monsters in the cage and a puppy was presented to the prisoner's. Gideon extradicted the doomed canine immediately. The crowd dispersed as the coterie began smashing their way out of the cage floor. Once free they made teir way into the mass of tents and amusements, coming to an unusual sight. Two tents, one labelled with their base or immediate desires - another with a sign that read "The Truth". Blocking their way was a sandwich board which contained the single word, "OR".
You want the Truth?
They chose the Truth, over slaying Annabelle, acquiring weapons and slaking their thirst. The tent was empty but for one corner that was a studio set of an opulent study. Behind the desk sat a Mediterranean man in simple clothes. He introduced himself as 'Paulos', a Brujah; the Bloodless Animal Man first referenced in Session VI and it was his body they rescued from the Hunter's grasp in Session VIII and it was his power of Dominate that caused them to lose a portion of their memory and to find themselves at the doorstep of Lodin's kidnapper - Roarke, who had subsisted off Paulos torpid blood and whose actions had gotten them tangled in local Kindred politics in the first place. And yea - if Anthonio were present he might have also mentioned that it was his blood that Anthonio consumed to give him the stunning powers of Auspex that were vital in rescuing Lodin before he was devoured by rats.
Paulos went on - he was still in torpor, at the place they buried him which he was not going to tell them. They had been injected by a powerful supernatural psychotropic developed by Saul Osiecki, a hunter with strange powers they met at the Succubus Club in Session XIV. It was meant to merely allow Paulos to communicate directly with users while he was still torpored, but Saul weaponized it.
But, said Paulos, the coterie was exposed and he had time to talk. So talk he continued to do. He was being hunted by a Toreador who he named "Maria". He had thought had escaped her in the New World - but she was not contented and followed him here. He asked that when the time came, they would side with him, since she was the aggressor. He confessed to manipulating them, along with members of the Primogen, including Annabelle who he named as one of his pawns that Maria thought was one of her pawns.
Paulos believed it was she that was responsible for the attack on the Nosferatu, and that she was using a particularly evil group of Werewolves called Black Spiral Dancers to do her deed. Khalid had hidden himself from Paulos, and presumably Maria was ignorant of him for some time too. Paulos hypothosized that she found out about the paranoid Nosferatu and sought his destruction out of fear that he was one of Paulos' tools. He also very definitely did say that if you want to find the BSDs that were responsible, look for a place and time like the one they were in.
He advised them the time for choices was close, that Maria's actions against the Nosferatu were just the first move of her end game - so overt were they compared with the years past. He was trying to awaken, but feared the consequences to those that were unfortunate enough to be nearby when he did. But if he didn't she would find him and destroy him. He didn't know much about Milwaukee and the situation there, other than that which he could extract from their minds. He deduced the Prince had gone quite mad and they were certainly in peril of Final Death. He wished them well, and they faded to black.
They awoke in the cell. Unstaked and unchained. The door opened and six mortals roughly shoved into the cell. A sequence of frenzies began - Thomas notable amongst them began to maul into a teenage boy. The room was filled with screams, sobbing, crying, anguished gargles and the shouts of frenzying Kindred and their coterie mates trying to stop them. They soon fell asleep.
They awoke in darkness in a closed space lying down. They found themselves 'sliding' backwards into a stark white light. A loved one and a doctor looked over them, but they were paralysed and could not speak out. Their loved ones confirmed their identity and they were slid away again accompanied by the sobs of those they had left behind. The scene shifted, they were on a hill side covered in graves. Before they had much chance to converse, the bodies burst forth from their graves. Each stone had a name of a victim of one coterie member or another. Most of them stood still and allowed the scene to play its course - but Thomas ran like hell pursued him at his heels. Through glen and forest he ran. Pursued endlessly by the mauled dead he had sent screaming to the grave. Finally he was caught like a fox in a spotlight - a pack of werewolves had him dead to rights.
But then he awoke. Again in the cell - they all came around. An elderly man opened the cell door and began to wheel in various medical instruments on a trolley. They bowled him over, and Thomas slit his throat with a scalpel. They charged up the stairs, took care of the guard at the door to the cellar and then began a firefight with the rest of them. Gideon began to slake his thirst, Thomas began to open fire and Vitally threw furniture and took cover before dealing with the rearguard. Reg snuck out back and returned to smash through the front door with a brick/pedal Macguyvered car. Once the threats had been dealt with they looked to one another and tried to figure out...where next? But they were cut off from further thought by a loud explosion outside...
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- ancient craziness,
- bloodsucking freaks,
- byzantine in it's complexity,
- capture,
- car crash,
- chicago chronicles,
- elder's trickery,
- end of the dream,
- evisceration,
- fight scene,
- hole in your mind,
- humanity loss,
- it's on,
- justicar,
- jyhad,
- let's make a deal,
- lodin,
- memory lapses,
- midnight circus,
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13/06/2010 23:26
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Tager! Tager! burning bright
In the cities of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare sieze the fire?
And what shoulder, & what art.
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
When the stars threw down their spears,
And watered heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Spawn make thee?
Tager! Tager! burning bright
In the cities of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
In the cities of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare sieze the fire?
And what shoulder, & what art.
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
When the stars threw down their spears,
And watered heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Spawn make thee?
Tager! Tager! burning bright
In the cities of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
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07/06/2010 17:01
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Have been job seeking and haven't dedicated much time to updating. To remind you all you managed to escape the werewolf 'prison' having discovered a dead Justicar. Other werewolves shooed you away back to the city. You went to the prince, and were ambushed by ghouls with sub-machine guns and an insane Nosferatu like creature in the Prince's drawing room. The scene faded with people in torpor (Thomas) or otherwise unconscious.
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17/05/2010 17:16
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No Chicago Chronicles tonight
{Secretely posted from Work}
{Secretely posted from Work}
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10/05/2010 15:49
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Suffering with a bit of a chest infection thing and won't be able to play since talking for more than a few minutes tends to result in hacking up green things.
Sorry guys.
Sorry guys.
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28/04/2010 23:32
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Role-Playing In A More Civilized Time. Everything Jules Verne should have written. Everything H. G. Wells could have written. Everything A. Conan Doyle thought of, but never published because it was too fantastic. Everything you need for adventures of the century! The Space 1889 role-playing game covers the exciting background of Victorian science fiction: ether flyers and Martian cloudships, the canals and ancient civilizations of the red planet, Venus' swamps and dinosaurs, the honeycombed interior of Luna, and the thrills of inventions and inventors: the driving force behind Victoria's multiworld empire!
It's basically set in actual 1889 (so it isn't neo-victorian!). In a world where the Lumineferous Aether was proven to exist, and Edison created an Ether/warp drive or some such thing that could be attached to balloons and flown to Mars. Which turns out to be fully populated. And so on.
It's basically set in actual 1889 (so it isn't neo-victorian!). In a world where the Lumineferous Aether was proven to exist, and Edison created an Ether/warp drive or some such thing that could be attached to balloons and flown to Mars. Which turns out to be fully populated. And so on.
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09/01/2010 17:09
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What with me being ill all week, and this being a potentially key episode, I haven't prepared at all. I was hoping to cram this evening and the like. A number of personal life events conspired against that idea.
In short, I'm really sorry to cock you all about but I really can't run a game tonight. I lack time, energy, plot, money and probably other things too. What I do have is willing and keen players, and I really am sorry that 'disappointed' is now being added to the list.
I'll try making it up with the greatest ever session ever ever. Promise.
In short, I'm really sorry to cock you all about but I really can't run a game tonight. I lack time, energy, plot, money and probably other things too. What I do have is willing and keen players, and I really am sorry that 'disappointed' is now being added to the list.
I'll try making it up with the greatest ever session ever ever. Promise.
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30/09/2009 22:43
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There seems to be some consensus as to playing KotE on Friday since I am working Saturday (And monday). If anyone can't make Friday let me know. If you have a problem with me running it Friday for whatever reason, gimme a shout/comment.
Unless updated otherwise, assume Friday is on.
Unless updated otherwise, assume Friday is on.
11/09/2009 04:54
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To get you in the mood here is the kind of attitude we should be seeing:
Gentlemen... I despise each and every one of you!
(Now with extra "I will not tolerate this!")
Gentlemen... I despise each and every one of you!
(Now with extra "I will not tolerate this!")
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10/09/2009 23:28
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Kuei-jin of Chung Kuo will commence on Saturday at the usual time at the usual dragon's nest at the end of the way of copper.
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Saturday September 12 (since the 5th is Higton's 30th bday party) looks gold to go East and BEGIN!!!.
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Gregory was the son of rich Industrialist and Brigadier Malory Spencer Hughcastle, his mother was Patricia de Vere Capel A cousin of Earl of Essex.
From a young age Gregory as a young boy enjoyed the arts equestrianism duck hunting in the English countryside and on his mothers estate.Malory was a kind father stern but fair, Patricia doted on the boy Gregory as her only son. At the age of 10 Patricia died from tuberculosis, Gregory wept at here bedside her mother regretting that she would not see the boy grow up.
A vaguer of her will and her sudden death meant that the Hughcastles were not included in inheritance of the estate. The young Gregory and his father moved to Tanzania where his father had extensive shares in mining companies. AT the time Tanzania had just come under British rule after being a German colony and exporting became much easier. Gregory though his teen learned under his father how to hunt and the successful exploitation of human resources, at age 18 he returned to England to study at Oxford reading Ancient History. In the meantime his father was called into service as fighting broke out in the The Anglo-Zulu War.His father fought in a number of successful skirmishes with the Zulus, making the young Gregory proud.

Upon his return to Tanzania and kied up by his fathers military achievements Gregory joined the newly formed Imperial Yeomanry to fight the rebellious Boers. Through his fathers name Gregory was given command of a battalion and fought Boer volunteers led by Frenchman Count de Villebois-Mareuil at Boshof Gregory himself slaying the Countwith a well aimed rifle shot.

After some disastrous battles backing for the Yeomanry dropped off, and Gregory worked for a time as a Police Officer in South Africa. In 1900 his father became ill in Egypt he was part of the contingent overseeing the develop meant of the Suez canal. Gregory travelled as quickly as he could north but tpo no avail by the time he arrived his father was dead. Gregory moved into the family estate Tanzinia and set up as a hunter of wild animals guiding Aristocracy on hunting trips. He gained quite a reputation for his skills and though his rich influential friends. Here he continued form 1901 - 1914 and breakout of war
Iniatially Gregory was training others in the skill of marksman ship, however itching for the thrill of the hunt and the fight
Gregory enlisted for front action. On Feb 15 during a covert mission to slay and enemy commander at Villea Gregory found himself cut off and intelligence had been incorrect the commander had not arrived he hid in bombout farmhouse for days rats eating at his closes, shivering the dark until finally the target arrive at the yonder camp. Shaking and pneumonia setting in Gregory failed the shot, he crawled his way back to british lines.. in the ensuing push thousands of British and Canadian soldiers died. lying in his deathbed Gregory never forgave himself for his failure.
awakening the new dead world Gregory was reaped quickly by the servants of the skeletal legion, attendants in hospital on the other side however no sooner than he had been removed from his caul the hospital came under attack from the grim legion in the ensuing battle Gregory proved himself well and was enlisted as a legionnaire Gregory though himself into at a fervour, determined to make up for his great mistake.
From a young age Gregory as a young boy enjoyed the arts equestrianism duck hunting in the English countryside and on his mothers estate.Malory was a kind father stern but fair, Patricia doted on the boy Gregory as her only son. At the age of 10 Patricia died from tuberculosis, Gregory wept at here bedside her mother regretting that she would not see the boy grow up.
A vaguer of her will and her sudden death meant that the Hughcastles were not included in inheritance of the estate. The young Gregory and his father moved to Tanzania where his father had extensive shares in mining companies. AT the time Tanzania had just come under British rule after being a German colony and exporting became much easier. Gregory though his teen learned under his father how to hunt and the successful exploitation of human resources, at age 18 he returned to England to study at Oxford reading Ancient History. In the meantime his father was called into service as fighting broke out in the The Anglo-Zulu War.His father fought in a number of successful skirmishes with the Zulus, making the young Gregory proud.

Upon his return to Tanzania and kied up by his fathers military achievements Gregory joined the newly formed Imperial Yeomanry to fight the rebellious Boers. Through his fathers name Gregory was given command of a battalion and fought Boer volunteers led by Frenchman Count de Villebois-Mareuil at Boshof Gregory himself slaying the Countwith a well aimed rifle shot.

After some disastrous battles backing for the Yeomanry dropped off, and Gregory worked for a time as a Police Officer in South Africa. In 1900 his father became ill in Egypt he was part of the contingent overseeing the develop meant of the Suez canal. Gregory travelled as quickly as he could north but tpo no avail by the time he arrived his father was dead. Gregory moved into the family estate Tanzinia and set up as a hunter of wild animals guiding Aristocracy on hunting trips. He gained quite a reputation for his skills and though his rich influential friends. Here he continued form 1901 - 1914 and breakout of war
Iniatially Gregory was training others in the skill of marksman ship, however itching for the thrill of the hunt and the fight
Gregory enlisted for front action. On Feb 15 during a covert mission to slay and enemy commander at Villea Gregory found himself cut off and intelligence had been incorrect the commander had not arrived he hid in bombout farmhouse for days rats eating at his closes, shivering the dark until finally the target arrive at the yonder camp. Shaking and pneumonia setting in Gregory failed the shot, he crawled his way back to british lines.. in the ensuing push thousands of British and Canadian soldiers died. lying in his deathbed Gregory never forgave himself for his failure.
awakening the new dead world Gregory was reaped quickly by the servants of the skeletal legion, attendants in hospital on the other side however no sooner than he had been removed from his caul the hospital came under attack from the grim legion in the ensuing battle Gregory proved himself well and was enlisted as a legionnaire Gregory though himself into at a fervour, determined to make up for his great mistake.
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Beyond The Pale I
The Itinerant Company now found itself in the Latin-occupied city of Thesalonika on the Greek coast.
As well as other payments from Hektor of New Lacadaemonia they had a modest but well-made Galley, yet unfortunately no crew to man it.
And so not having the funds on his own Baradeus both allowed and convinced the others of the Company to buy their way into the merchant company owned by him and Gregoire, including his ship as part of the deal. Using their collective funds they hired a crew and bought some spices to fill part of the hold. Dragovich announced that he would travel west in search of hires and opportunities for the Company, perhaps among courts that they had visited in the past, and so the others agreed to meet him in Venice when he had completed his search. Dragovich took to the roads on his trusty stallion while the others took to the waves in their newly acquired ship.
They sailed to Venice where they took their ease for a time in various ways, and awaited for the return of the roving Revenant. After three months he arrived, finding them in their usual comfortable inn. He informed them that he had travelled to the grand court of London and there met with their old patron Lord Nicholas. It seemed he knew of a private matter that the Company may be able to help the court of London with. An opportunity for another lucrative hire from Lord Nicholas was one the Company could not refuse, and so they made ready to depart and investigate the matter.
Leaving the ship with their merchants to make use of the set off on foot, heading north through Italy and crossing the Alps before entering France and crossing through both French Crown territory and that possessed by England. They sailed from Calais to Dover, and after resting proceeded from there to London, purchasing a wagon and taking the King's highway.
They entered London passing though the old city's high walls and with the royal Tower of London looming overhead. On Dragovich's instructions they proceeded to Richmond House, the walled city-manor of Lord Nicholas, and after gaining entry were ushered into a warm and well lit wooden-panelled room deep within the house. Lord Nicholas sat at the head of the table with old and complex coats of arms hanging from the walls around him, he greeted them and bade them sit down in the comfortable chairs.
He asked them of their travels and how they had fared since last they met, he went on to say that he had made some inquiries and heard good tales of their conduct from Denmark to Venice to Transylvania , but that he had also heard rumours of them forking for various Furore groups such as the Carnival Moriendi or the islanders of New Lacadaeomina. He asked them if they would ever take up arms against a lawful Prince at the behest of outlaws.
They prevaricated but in the end said that they would not, and so Lord Nicholas, at least partially satisfied with their answer, went on to tell them of the task that He would have them do.
He told them of the recent assassinations of the Duke of Kent, and of his Cainite Domitor Lord Hesckel. He went on to say that it is believed that a coterie of Promethians was responsable and are now on the run to Dublin. The Promethians Guild, he said, is like any other in that a Journeyman must complete a masterwork in order to become a master himself, and that in the Firebringers the masterwork must be an act of daring against whatever establishment is in control, it is believed that these unprovoked assassinations were such an act, committed in order that the groups leader, one Magnus the Fair, could ascent to said rank.
The payment for the hire would be in hard cash and the continued friendship of the court of Mithras. They agreed and so Nicholas went on to to tell them what details, mainly limited to names ad clans, were known of those that they were to hunt.
Magnus The Fair -Toreador
Fredegar - Nosferatu
Lothar - Ravnos
Alfred - Brjah
Cerdic Catiff
Their number of retainers or travelling companions was unknown.
Nucholas said he believed they had about a weeks lead on the Company, and also that he wished the staked form of Magnus The Fair brought to him, or if there was no way to accomplish that then at the very least his ashes for verification. As for his fellows, they are to be either destroyed or driven off. They were informed that the Cainite Prince of Dublin, one Eduard D'Warene, was loyal to Mithras and would aid them should they be in need. They were given a silver seal with the arms of Mithras upon it to prove their identities as his agents and after further discussion and questions the Company agreed to all his terms and took their leave. They stayed in London for the day and the next night left the city in search of their quarry.
They travelled westwards by road across England and the Principalities of Wales, until they made the treacherous crossing of the Irish Sea, landing not far from Dublin and quickly making their way to the city. Dublin was walled as many cities are, but was much smaller in size than London or Venice. They entered its earth-worn muddy streets with their wagon among other merchants arriving late from the coast.
After securing quarters for themselves in the busy merchant district the Company divided into two to begin their investigations.
Mortius Gregoire and Maelduin went out among the locals in the lower part of town, among the taverns and the brothels and the dark alleys of Dublin.
Baradeus and Volund went up to the keep in search of Prince Eduard. They were admitted to the keep and were shown to one of the seneschals who happened to be the Princes ghoul, and there upon producing the seal of Mithras were presently brought before the Eduard. Eduard received them in a large chamber in one of the keep's towers, dressed in the finery befitting his station yet with a sword by his side. They introduced themselves and told of why they were there, and of what their quarry was. The Prince was surprised but agree to aid them and see what his eyes and ears in the city might have seen or heard regards a party of newcomers. Giving the Norman Ventrue Prince their thanks and informing him of where they and the Company were staying they took their leave.
Maelduin, Mortius and Gregoire meanwhile continued their search, but found little of note on the first night and so continued on the second. Their investigations bore fruit when they heard of a few sightings in two of the taverns, it seemed that the Promethians had even talked to a few of the locals on rebellion against the local Lord, but it seemed that this group, if it was them, had left the city journeying inland a week past.
On the second day Volund and Baradeus were recalled by the Prince, and when they were before him he told them that his Sheriff had discovered the remains of a group-feeding behind one of the stables in the city, more than likely the work of five or six rogue Cainites. This group was tracked to the western city limits where their interest in them ended as they had clearly fled beyond the pale. This was one week ago, he told them. They thanked him and inquired as to where the bodies were dumped, with some distaste Eduard told them that they had been dumped in the city's cistern, and were more than likely still there.
Upon comparing notes they knew that that both sources must refer to the same group of vampires who were almost certainly their targets. And so Mortius decided to investigate the corpses so as to use his necromantic arts upon them and thus perhaps learn more of those who had fed upon them.
He found the bodies where the Prince had said they would be, six bloated whores floating in filth. He waded in and dragged them out, before looking into their liquefying eyes one by one. He felt the pain, ecstasy and fear that death by the fangs of a Cainite brings in each of them, but also other secrets that the dead may yet impart to those with arts to hear them.
On the first he saw the image of a large hulking grey shape, barely human in outline.
On the second he saw the image of a wide shouldered fair haired and skinned man with a trimmed beard and clear blue eyes.
On the third he saw the image of a well-built fighter in armour, long haired and wide-bearded.
In the eyes of the rest he could see nothing but the same murky images of death and life's final moments.
Now knowing at least the appearance of some of the Firebringers they sought, Mortius returned to the others. After discussion it was decided that they should leave the city in pursuit as soon as possible, taking the westward road that ended at Conaught as the most likely route.
And so the Itinerant Company packed their wagons once again and set off out of Dublin and beyond the Pale.
The westward road was rough, and traffic on it sparse. To either side was either baren heath of heavy damp woodland. Occasionally they would pass a small broch or farmstead but they passed no towns or villages on their three nights on the road. Three nights without any sign of their quarry, in the wilderness of Eire beyond the Pale. And on the fourth, the wolves began to howl. Distant calls from beyond the hills, and the spirit that Maelduin had summoned and sent to scout the road ahead did not return.
But they continued on, sleeping in their wagon by day with Dragovich and Brother Anthony's followers to guard them.
And so they progressed, further into the wilderness with the full monn beaming down upon them, for the gold and good graces of Mithras, and to bring his enemies to heel.
The Itinerant Company now found itself in the Latin-occupied city of Thesalonika on the Greek coast.
As well as other payments from Hektor of New Lacadaemonia they had a modest but well-made Galley, yet unfortunately no crew to man it.
And so not having the funds on his own Baradeus both allowed and convinced the others of the Company to buy their way into the merchant company owned by him and Gregoire, including his ship as part of the deal. Using their collective funds they hired a crew and bought some spices to fill part of the hold. Dragovich announced that he would travel west in search of hires and opportunities for the Company, perhaps among courts that they had visited in the past, and so the others agreed to meet him in Venice when he had completed his search. Dragovich took to the roads on his trusty stallion while the others took to the waves in their newly acquired ship.
They sailed to Venice where they took their ease for a time in various ways, and awaited for the return of the roving Revenant. After three months he arrived, finding them in their usual comfortable inn. He informed them that he had travelled to the grand court of London and there met with their old patron Lord Nicholas. It seemed he knew of a private matter that the Company may be able to help the court of London with. An opportunity for another lucrative hire from Lord Nicholas was one the Company could not refuse, and so they made ready to depart and investigate the matter.
Leaving the ship with their merchants to make use of the set off on foot, heading north through Italy and crossing the Alps before entering France and crossing through both French Crown territory and that possessed by England. They sailed from Calais to Dover, and after resting proceeded from there to London, purchasing a wagon and taking the King's highway.
They entered London passing though the old city's high walls and with the royal Tower of London looming overhead. On Dragovich's instructions they proceeded to Richmond House, the walled city-manor of Lord Nicholas, and after gaining entry were ushered into a warm and well lit wooden-panelled room deep within the house. Lord Nicholas sat at the head of the table with old and complex coats of arms hanging from the walls around him, he greeted them and bade them sit down in the comfortable chairs.
He asked them of their travels and how they had fared since last they met, he went on to say that he had made some inquiries and heard good tales of their conduct from Denmark to Venice to Transylvania , but that he had also heard rumours of them forking for various Furore groups such as the Carnival Moriendi or the islanders of New Lacadaeomina. He asked them if they would ever take up arms against a lawful Prince at the behest of outlaws.
They prevaricated but in the end said that they would not, and so Lord Nicholas, at least partially satisfied with their answer, went on to tell them of the task that He would have them do.
He told them of the recent assassinations of the Duke of Kent, and of his Cainite Domitor Lord Hesckel. He went on to say that it is believed that a coterie of Promethians was responsable and are now on the run to Dublin. The Promethians Guild, he said, is like any other in that a Journeyman must complete a masterwork in order to become a master himself, and that in the Firebringers the masterwork must be an act of daring against whatever establishment is in control, it is believed that these unprovoked assassinations were such an act, committed in order that the groups leader, one Magnus the Fair, could ascent to said rank.
The payment for the hire would be in hard cash and the continued friendship of the court of Mithras. They agreed and so Nicholas went on to to tell them what details, mainly limited to names ad clans, were known of those that they were to hunt.
Magnus The Fair -Toreador
Fredegar - Nosferatu
Lothar - Ravnos
Alfred - Brjah
Cerdic Catiff
Their number of retainers or travelling companions was unknown.
Nucholas said he believed they had about a weeks lead on the Company, and also that he wished the staked form of Magnus The Fair brought to him, or if there was no way to accomplish that then at the very least his ashes for verification. As for his fellows, they are to be either destroyed or driven off. They were informed that the Cainite Prince of Dublin, one Eduard D'Warene, was loyal to Mithras and would aid them should they be in need. They were given a silver seal with the arms of Mithras upon it to prove their identities as his agents and after further discussion and questions the Company agreed to all his terms and took their leave. They stayed in London for the day and the next night left the city in search of their quarry.
They travelled westwards by road across England and the Principalities of Wales, until they made the treacherous crossing of the Irish Sea, landing not far from Dublin and quickly making their way to the city. Dublin was walled as many cities are, but was much smaller in size than London or Venice. They entered its earth-worn muddy streets with their wagon among other merchants arriving late from the coast.
After securing quarters for themselves in the busy merchant district the Company divided into two to begin their investigations.
Mortius Gregoire and Maelduin went out among the locals in the lower part of town, among the taverns and the brothels and the dark alleys of Dublin.
Baradeus and Volund went up to the keep in search of Prince Eduard. They were admitted to the keep and were shown to one of the seneschals who happened to be the Princes ghoul, and there upon producing the seal of Mithras were presently brought before the Eduard. Eduard received them in a large chamber in one of the keep's towers, dressed in the finery befitting his station yet with a sword by his side. They introduced themselves and told of why they were there, and of what their quarry was. The Prince was surprised but agree to aid them and see what his eyes and ears in the city might have seen or heard regards a party of newcomers. Giving the Norman Ventrue Prince their thanks and informing him of where they and the Company were staying they took their leave.
Maelduin, Mortius and Gregoire meanwhile continued their search, but found little of note on the first night and so continued on the second. Their investigations bore fruit when they heard of a few sightings in two of the taverns, it seemed that the Promethians had even talked to a few of the locals on rebellion against the local Lord, but it seemed that this group, if it was them, had left the city journeying inland a week past.
On the second day Volund and Baradeus were recalled by the Prince, and when they were before him he told them that his Sheriff had discovered the remains of a group-feeding behind one of the stables in the city, more than likely the work of five or six rogue Cainites. This group was tracked to the western city limits where their interest in them ended as they had clearly fled beyond the pale. This was one week ago, he told them. They thanked him and inquired as to where the bodies were dumped, with some distaste Eduard told them that they had been dumped in the city's cistern, and were more than likely still there.
Upon comparing notes they knew that that both sources must refer to the same group of vampires who were almost certainly their targets. And so Mortius decided to investigate the corpses so as to use his necromantic arts upon them and thus perhaps learn more of those who had fed upon them.
He found the bodies where the Prince had said they would be, six bloated whores floating in filth. He waded in and dragged them out, before looking into their liquefying eyes one by one. He felt the pain, ecstasy and fear that death by the fangs of a Cainite brings in each of them, but also other secrets that the dead may yet impart to those with arts to hear them.
On the first he saw the image of a large hulking grey shape, barely human in outline.
On the second he saw the image of a wide shouldered fair haired and skinned man with a trimmed beard and clear blue eyes.
On the third he saw the image of a well-built fighter in armour, long haired and wide-bearded.
In the eyes of the rest he could see nothing but the same murky images of death and life's final moments.
Now knowing at least the appearance of some of the Firebringers they sought, Mortius returned to the others. After discussion it was decided that they should leave the city in pursuit as soon as possible, taking the westward road that ended at Conaught as the most likely route.
And so the Itinerant Company packed their wagons once again and set off out of Dublin and beyond the Pale.
The westward road was rough, and traffic on it sparse. To either side was either baren heath of heavy damp woodland. Occasionally they would pass a small broch or farmstead but they passed no towns or villages on their three nights on the road. Three nights without any sign of their quarry, in the wilderness of Eire beyond the Pale. And on the fourth, the wolves began to howl. Distant calls from beyond the hills, and the spirit that Maelduin had summoned and sent to scout the road ahead did not return.
But they continued on, sleeping in their wagon by day with Dragovich and Brother Anthony's followers to guard them.
And so they progressed, further into the wilderness with the full monn beaming down upon them, for the gold and good graces of Mithras, and to bring his enemies to heel.