Wednesday, December 9, 2009

Golconda


From: "e elizabeth bartley"
Subject: Alternatives to Golconda

House Rules! House Rules!

This is designed for the first edition rules, under which:

Hunger Frenzies were resisted by Conscience.
Rage Frenzies were resisted by Self-Control.
Fear Frenzies were resisted by Courage.

Additionally, rolls to avoid losing Humanity were made on whichever of
the three virtues the character had proven a lack of.

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Elisa Liansa Toril, 4th Generation Ventrue, a spiritual leader of the
Inconnu, to her Childe Martil, shortly after Martil reached Golconda

As there are three ways to resist the Beast when it tries to seize
one, so are there three ways to defeat it. These are the three Paths.
One of these, the Path of Conscience, you have walked already, as have
I. The others are the Path of Control and the Path of Courage. I
have walked the Path of Control to its end; indeed, I helped invent
it. There are those who walk the Path of Courage, but none have yet
completed it, unless Saulot did in letting the whelp of Tremer kill
him.

Do not in any way confuse these Paths with the barbarities which the
Sabbat calls Paths. Our Paths - True Paths if you must - are the
fulfillment of Humanitas. Theirs are a replacement for it.

So think, my childe, and think well, whether Golconda will always be
enough for you. It is peace, yes, and great acheivement. But there
are other worthy possibilities.

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The Path of Control, or the Path of Self-Control, is an incremental
path. Someone who follows it without first having finished the Path
of Conscience or the Path of Courage will slowly find themselves
better and better equipped to resist Frenzy until finally they can
avoid it whenever they wish.

The character can stay at "able to avoid Frenzy at will" indefinitely.
If the character consistently goes to an effort to resist Frenzy, at
some point after that, suddenly (*snap*) resisting Frenzy is no longer
an effort. The character need never Frenzy and need never exercise
conscious effort to avoid doing so. He *can* Frenzy, however: at
will. These Frenzies are under somewhat better control than the
usual; the character can act as if he had spent Willpower every third
turn without spending Willpower, and any Willpower spent on
controlling Frenzy has doubled effect. Furthermore, the character can
end the Frenzy at any time.

This is usually assumed to be the end of the Path, and indeed it is as
far as the normal means of following the Path will take you. There
are a tiny handful of people who know otherwise; there is one further
step, which can only be reached by giving yourself a rather vicious
test. This test is something like Sulpice, which is why all but one
of those finishing the Path of Control had previously reached
Golconda. If one fails the test, one loses all benefits the Path had
granted. If one succeeds, one's grasp of the Path is complete (in
game terms, Self-Control will never drop below 5, nor will the
character lose Humanity when checking against Self-Control, and the
character retains the benefits of the Path so long as Humanity does
not drop below 3).

The requirements for the Path of Control require enormous ability to
control oneself, as well as a firm dedication to doing so for its own
sake. Additionally, if the Beast's hold is too strong it must be
weakened before one can firmly set foot on the path.

In game terms, a character must have a Self-Control of five to start
the Path of Self-Control, and a Humanity of five before he can start
on this Path, and he must maintain his Self-Control and Humanity at or
above five. (Unless he reaches the end of the path, in which case
benefits as above.) To make any significant progress on this Path,
you must have complete instructions -- but once you've been told how
to follow the Path, you're on your own; others are not needed and
cannot help.

If all goes well, it takes twenty points of Willpower to reach the
point in the path where one can always resist Frenzy, and ten more to
reach the point where no effort is needed and Frenzy can be
controlled. All rarely goes well, however; slips on the Path of
Self-Control are exceedingly common. Fortunately, they are setbacks
rather than disasters; one loses progress and Frenzy becomes harder to
control, but the character can simply resume progress.

Reaching the true end of the Path requires something more. First, the
character must have or somehow acquire the Iron Will merit and
Meditation at 5 or greater. Then the character must pay 10 points of
Willpower, one at a time at a minimum rate of one per day, without any
other expenditure of Willpower and all of them regained through the
Meditation ability. Then the character spends a day in trance testing
himself, and succeeds or fails.

If the character succeeds, he has reached the end of the Path. The GM
may arbitrarily grant bonuses to resisting attempts to control you
beyond the Iron Will merit. Additionally, your vampiric control is
heightened and your vampiric potential increased. You may increase
your Attributes and Abilities up to 10.

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The character must have displayed enormous Courage before he can even
set foot on the Path of Courage; minimum Courage _6_, but Humanity can
be as low as 1.

The Path of Courage is transvered backwards: one first develops the
Courage and then fills in the details of why one has it.

If one reaches the end of the Path of Courage, the character need
never roll for Frenzy. He may if he chooses, but no additional
benefits in Frenzy are gained. The character also gains the
Self-Confident Merit. Furthermore, the character's Blood Pool and
Blood/Turn are increased to 50/10 (Third Generation).

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Reaching the end of any of the three Paths grants some Vampiric
ability at Antideluvian levels. (Disciplines can be boosted to 10
through Golconda.) Reaching the end of two Paths brings both
appropriate abilities to Second Generation levels. Reaching the end
of all three Paths brings all Vampiric potentials to the maximum
possible: First Generation.

- Beth Bartley


From: V052Q3ZQ@ubvmsb.cc.buffalo.edu
Subject: Salubri path

This is the Path of Soul Freedom for the Salubri, guys. It's function is to
replace humanity with something more appropriate to the particular needs of the
Salubri. It can't be taken by any other clan.

It is the Salubri's ultimate goal to give freedom to as many souls as
possible. This means both pure and corrupt souls. If corruption is truly the
goal of a soul, and a corrupt soul is in need, it is the salubri's job to help
the soul.

Level 10: At this stage, the Salubri acts as a mediator, trying to ensure the
freedom of all other souls at the same time. If a Salubri with this level sees
a soul in need, they must make a conscience check (varying difficulty- a ten
for close friends, a 6 for worst enemies) If they fail, they _must_ do hat
they can to help the soul. This includes healing and/or giving blood to a
vampire in Torpor. The Salubri can also not attack anyone who is acting
according to the will of her own soul. This does not include servants, ghouls,
Dominated or Presenced people. It does include the person who is manipulating
them. With a person who is acting out the will of another, the Salubri may
attack, but only if it involves to restoration of the person's soul (eg:
paralyzes them in order to "repair" them.)

Level 9: Similar, except the highest difficulty for the conscience check is a
nine, and the character can use willpower not to act. Also, the Salubri can
paralyze an enemy without doing more to help him. (the assumption: I'll leave
him and go for the guy who's doing it to him. Free him all the faster.)

Level 8: The Salubri can actually use guns, knives, etc. (They can barely bear
to look at them at other levels.) They can defend themselves without using
their powers, using weapons instead. The difficulty continues to go down for
the conscience check, although it never falls below a six.

Level 7: The Salubri can chose to help one group or another (ie: the party) by
deciding that the "enemy" is too lost to be saved by any way other than death.
(once a Salubri reaches this level of Soul Freedom, they are at serious risk
of falling off the path to Golconda).

Level 6: Using the same rationalization as above, the Salubri can attack back
when she sees her group getting hurt. The Salubri becomes increasingly less
concerned with others' souls, her soul, and more concerned with her powers.
At this point, the Salubri may desire to learn out of clan disciplines, but
_not_ Thaumaturgy.

Level 5: The Salubri can be at the front lines of the attack without feeling
remorse at the possibility that she may be "freeing souls" sooner than they
want to be freed.

Level 4: (no Salubri should get this far. Period.) The Salubri can horde her
powers, only helping those she finds deserving. At this point, she can
consider making progeny without making them kill her. She may even want to,
the better to create an army of people devoted to protecting her. Willpower is
automatically, permanently lost when the Salubri sinks to that level, and goes
down a point for every level after this one.

Level 3: The Salubri can bargain off her powers (as in: If you let me live,
Prince, I will steal souls for you. At this point, the Salubri is no longer
concerned with her own soul, but she is very concerned with her immortal
"life", not wanting to lose it at any cost. At this point, other Salubri begin
to take notice of the character and begin to spread the word of her corruption.

Level 2: The Salubri is now able to learn Thaumaturgy. She doesn't give a damn
about anyone unless she is made to give a damn by whatever bribes or favors
they can offer her. Other Salubri begin searching for the character, with the
intent of purifying her soul. The Salubri PC considers this purification to be
the equivalent of death.

Level 1: The Salubri can no longer be played. She simply sits in her overly
protected haven, giving out her powers to those who agree to kill off the
Salubri chasing her. She is clinging desperately to unlife.

That's it guys! Comments welcome, flames aren't.

NightHawk


Name: NightHawk Nature: Survivor Generation: 6
Real Name:Brian Boru Demeanor: Visionary Haven: DarkPrism
Chron.: Death&Glory Clan: True Brujah Concept: Protector
Sire : Tula Embrace: 37 BC Apparent Age : 25
Gender: male Kindred Age: 2,000 (1,850 in torpor) years
ATTRIBUTES

Physical Social Mental
Strength: 4 Charisma: 6 Perception: 6
Dexterity: 4 Manipulation: 4 Intelligence: 6
Stamina: 8 Appearance: 6 Wits: 6

ABILITIES

Talents Skills Knowledges
Acting : 0 Animal Ken : 6 Bureaucracy : 0
Alertness : 4 Drive : 0 Computers : 4
Athletics : 3 Etiquette : 4 Finance : 0
Brawl : 4 Firearms : 0 Investigation : 5
Dodge : 5 Melee : 6 Law : 0
Empathy : 9 Music : 0 Linguistics : 0
Intimidation : 2 Repair : 0 Medicine : 3
Leadership : 0 Security : 0 Occult : 5
Streetwise : 0 Stealth : 6 Politics : 0
Subterfuge : 4 Survival : 5 Science : 5

ADVANTAGES

Disciplines Backgrounds Virtues
Temporis : 6 Retainers : 3 Conscience : 4
Presence : 4 Resources : 5
Potence : 6 Herd : 3 Self-Control : 6
Voian : 4 Status : 1
Protean : 6 Mentor*Arialis* : 4 Courage : 9
Animalism : 5 Allies : 1


Other Traits Merits & Flaws
*swords deciplines*
Thaumaturgical : 4 Humanity : 9 NightClub
Auspex : 8 Willpower : 9 Occult Library
Dominate : 5 True Love(DW)
Vicissitude : 6 Blood Pool : 30 Enemy(Tremere)
Obeah : 9 Berserker

Paths Weapon : WolfinSoulBlade
Forensics : 1
Corruption : 4 Experience : Gangril&True Brujah Teachers
Earth : 4 Voian Book of Disciplines
Blood : 4
Anti-Magick : 4


Backgrounds:
Allies 1 *his true love, DragonWitch a Mage*
Mentor *Arialis*, *visits him once in awhile to check on his condition*
Herd 3 *blood bonded vampires and people that work under him*
Resources 5 *nightclub and haven on the island of Avalon*
Retainers 3 all blood bonded*1 nurse,1 guard(son), 1 black panther(master)
Status 1 *known to other vampire, all try to avoid him*


Image : 6'1" 180#, well built,tanned skin, with near aristrocratic bearing. His eyes are dark sea green, and his hair is jet black, falling down over one eye. He always dresses impeccably and in black. He wears a black glove that is made of unknown matter, some believe it to be a sentiant being, but it usually shapes itself into that of a sword. And when used in a fight, shapes itself into anything it's owner desires, be it flying blades or hooks or a razer sharp metalic sword. It is an extention of it's owner, it draws it's strength when it feeds on the blood and the powers of the owner's attackers.

Roleplaying Hints: A thirst for knowledge and fanatical protector of the Mage DragonWitch which may make him become a berserker at times. Sipping blood wine and reading archiac books translated to English, or romancing DragonWitch whenever she appears.

Haven

History

Secrets: Double bonded to the Mage DragonWitch. Goes on Vision Quests with her twin sister RiverMoon to further his path of Goloconda.

Influence: None, all vampires tend to avoid him or so he thinks.

The WolfinSoulBlade


The Wolfinsoulblade is actually an Ivory Sword of a Kindred Soul, but not any soul, the soul of a Tremere called elitewolf. It was rumored that this Tremere wanted to create the perfect killing weapon. With the help of some Thaumaturgical rituals he managed to research
an 8 level ritual. He managed to get a vial on the blood of his thrall, the one who sired him. At that time, elitewolf was of 9th generation, and did not have the Capacity of casting such a powerful
spell. But from a lucky break his sire had managed to capture a 4th generation Camarilla prince by impaling the prince on needle sharp wooden stakes and managed to jump from 8th to 4th generation. Forcing the captured Camarilla's blood into a bunch of mortals and committed Diableria on the mortals, till eventually he committed diableria on the prince.

He's thrall stayed with him for 2 nights, helping him with the the forth ritual spell called Drawing upon the Bond, since his sire was in the Diableric state, he was able to draw on his sire's disciplines and
cast an 8 level ritual known as Deadly blade. For years earlier he had heard of the spell and painstakingly shaped an ivory tusk of an elephant into a sword using his Vicissitude which he learned from a Sabbot Tzimisce in return for creating a blood stone for her as she had a strange taste for tremere blood.
His Sabbot thrall had visions of power and wanted elitewolf to be by his side as his first lieutenant. His sire embraced a human and ordered elitewolf to diableria the human made vampire making elitewolf a generation lower. EliteWolf soon created his deadly blade, for the the ivory sword he created with his own hands and mind soon received 10 points of his blood. His sire again sent him another human made Vampire to diableria. Elitewolf kind of began to become obsessed with creating the perfect blade, his obsession got the better of him. Instead of doing what his master ordered, he completed a 2 night 8 level ritual known as the bone of the kindred and drained the blood out of the vampire(destroying her), then allowed his ivory weapon to absorb the blood. He was very excited cause when he used his new weapons on opponents, it would cause aggravate damage and absorb any blood it got in contact with.

Rumors circled of a Salubri hiding in the woods in a deep cave. Because of his amazing fighting skill, the inner circle decided to let him partake in this hunt.

He did eventually come across this Salubri, to his shock he realized the this Salubri was a very beautiful women, with dark almost jet black eyes and long jet black hair. When he looked into her eyes he could see the horror in her face, knowing that she was about to die. She lay on her knees begging him to not kill her even willing to trade of her powers for her survival, her deep dark eyes were covered in blood soaked tears. As he was complentating his move, a band of twelve 10th generation Sabbat Tremere's appeared and smiled as they cornered the helpless Saubri. One commented of Elitewolf's skillfulness on tracking her down. He then stepped back and let the twelve Tremere's corner and hack at her. He could hear her scream in horror as a spell and sword jabbed into her chest.... He noticed how she just paralysed some of these vampires just with her touch, but could see she was in a losing battle. He then noticed that this group of Tremer's were extremely cruel and were just playing with her as they hacked off her limbs and continued to swear insults at her. Then she looked at him, bleeding from her arm and leg sockets, tears in her eyes.....he could feel her fear.... Then something snapped in him, only 9 tremere's were left, but they were not expecting him to change sides....... He rushed to her aid and valiantly, sley 3 of the vampires......but the 6 were to much for him, and she was helpless, and he was bleeding from every wound....he then accidently touched her and found all his wounds healing. He then smiled most evily as he drew on his Vicissitude power of Body Arsenal and began to mercilessly hack at the vampires....The vampires were in complete shock as his body hacked at them and his sword soaked all of their blood. She, still completely immobile, looked up at him and smiled at him, amazed by his heroic attempt and success of saving her life. At that point she completely fell in love with him and whispered, as she felt herself fading "My Knight in Shining Armor". He then lay there, his own eyes a blaze in tears collecting her body parts and trying to heal her to the best of his abilities using his vissitude descipline, making her whole, but he could feel that she was fading. He held her close and realized that he felt love for this women even thou she was a Salubri. He held her hand and used his blade and power of his body arsenal and collected all the vamperic body parts and blood that was collected in the chamber, letting his sword collect the blood. Because 2 spells were cast on the sword, the sword retained it's ability to let the individual holding the sword to aquire the stored blood inside it. The absorbtion changed the weapon and made it harder, lighter and by drawing on his vissitude powers was able to let his new found love gain blood points threw the transfusion from the sword. This power was too much for the sword and he found his essence almost being absorbed by the sword...if it wasn't for the lovely Salubri ladie's hand holding his. He would of been absorbed.... but somethig did manage to accure..the sword managed to aquire part of his undead soul and actually became a part of him. As it melded with his hand and became into a black leather glove. By just a though he could change the glove into his sword and back again. His eyes widened in curiosity as he viewed the weapon's new power. He let it lay on the hill of kindred limbs as the blade continued to soak in the blood. He still found her very weak and by gazing at her condition realized that she was suffering from a blood related illness. He then came to the conclusion that the only way to save her was to learn her healing power. Such that no trace of his treachery remained he hacked at the body parts and his blade sucked in every drop of blood. The only parts that remained were dried husks which he trampled into dust. He took her to his place and laid her in his bed to rest, he then went out and got hold of a human peasent and drained her in the presence of his love. He then made his love embrace the peasent as the peasent was getting accustomed to her new found vamperic powers he diablerized her, and gained his loves decipline of obeah. He then found out that his love was that of an older generation then him. By using his Thaumaturgical path of blood, he found that she was a 6th generation vampire. Her sickness even bacame worst as open soars began to open on her body....he used his Level One Obeah deciplne called Panacea and began to lick her soars. He soon found out that this was still not enough cause his generation was too low and his healing potential was not enough. He commited Diableria twice more by making his love embrace two more mortals. He eventually achieved 7th generation and continued using the higher levels of obeah on her everyday. The sores were so intence that her clothing had to be removed as he dabbed her flesh in a wet cloth to clean the wounds on her body. This lasted for 3 months. During that time, their love only grew stronger and he began to understand his new found decipline even better as he thought her his own deciplines. She was still weak but getting stronger each and everyday as a bond began to form between them. He eventually discovered that he had formed a third eye in the middle of his head. then one day he decided while she was sleeping to use his level 6 Decipline....surprisingly enough it worked and she was fully recovered. A few minutes after that, his thrall burst into the door and discovered what his child was up too.... Using his blood bond, he forced his child to diablorize the love of his life. Tears in his eyes elitewolf did...as her last gasp escaped her lips whispering that she would love him forever, as her essence slowly and painfully leaked into him, making him a 6 generation vampire..... All 3 eyes glowed with blood tears as he held her withered corpse in his hands and starred at his Thrall in pain and vengence, the blood bond barely keeping him in check. The thrall new that no one would except his three eyed child in the ranks of the Tremere and decided to do the only thing he deemed possible and most fitting for his child. He bound his child and initiated the Ritual known as the weapon of the Kindred soul. The thrall used all of his 4th generation undead might and cast the spell.
He remembered how he helped his child create the death blade and later learned of his child treachery using his own powers against him in creating the bone of the kindred. Smiling at his childs brave move and not holding it against his child, but smiling in pleasure at his childs determination in the creation of his child's powerful blade. He had thought that 2 night Permanent ritual known as the bone of the Kindred to his child which involved The lifeblood of a Kindred and weapon made of bone or ivory. He marvelled at how his child, at that time an 8th generation vampire had managed to cast a 5th Generation Thaumaturgist spell using his 4th level Doctorate Occult skills and his knowledge of a few arcane secrets had managed to use his power, but did the majority of the work in the creation of this two-night ritual creating an enchanted weapon made of ivory. Using the lifeblood of the Kindred elitewolf was suppose to diablorize. How he watched as the blood was absorbed into his ivory weapon and that it could not be used for any other purpose. How he marvelled of how the enchanted weapon inflicted aggravated wounds and "drink" any blood that was on it. When he first used the weapon in battle, he found how attuned the weapon was to him,
it not only did aggravated damage, but it steals a Blood Trait every time it strikes a target. The Blood Trait that is stolen is absorbed into the blade, he found out that it could not be extracted from the blade but may be utilized by a Thaumaturgist for Blood Mastery against that target. The number of Blood Traits that blade may hold, at any one time, is equal to the Mental Traits of elitewolf. If the number of Blood Traits is exceeded he noticed how the blade consumes them wholly. He learned that within the blade the Blood Traits may remain for centuries if not longer threw the history of this ritual.
As his sire grasped elitewolf's blade he recalled the history of the blade he was holding and how different it would be. The weapons were created for the Tremere’s war against the Tzimisce in Transylvania, shortly after the Mages metamorphous. It has been rumored that several of these weapons still exist that hold the blood of those that faced the Tremere centuries ago.
His sire then began the incantation of the Weapon of the Kindred Soul
This one week ritual involves draining all of the blood of a vampire eventually destroying him, and since elitewolf was an expert in this weapon, the ritual was followed to the letter. It began to absorb the blood. His sire realized that the weapon will keep all of the disciplines, abilities, of the elitewolf who would be slain to create it, and smiled at the thought of the loss of memories. His Sire smiled at the thought that this weapon would be made to serve him, as part of the ritual his sire crafted symbols of power with the blade in Elitewolf's skin, hoping at the end of the ritual that the blade would have the same goals of power he had. He did this for one whole week, on the last day his sire smiled as he pricked elitewolf's skin and let the blade obsorb it. But as Elitewolf's anger began to intencify, he found the bond fading and his strength increasing, then he smiled as he heard a voice in his head. "I am with you my love our souls are one now and forever", he smiled and using his vissitude changed into fog and escaped, his feelings now became that of golaconda, for in his sorrow and joyfulness he had found it and his one true love which was now a part of him.
His sire ran after him but could not keep up, but the sword new where elitewolf went for it had a part of his spririt inside. His sire realized this and began to track him down. During that time elitewolf began to practice his obeah powers more and more. Then he did a most horrific thing losing his golaconda. He attempted to heal his brother NightHawk using a Level Nine Spirit Marionette obeah decipline and managed to aquire his brother's berserker dereangement. His brother was still in torpor from a self inflicted wound of a pierced wooden stake threw his heart. He was forced to act on Nighthawks behalf and behaved irrationally. He then came to the conclusion that he needed to bring NightHawk out of torpor. Even during that time his sire was still looking for him. Threw a very unwise move he managed to get all his blood drained. While he was walking almost completely barren of blood his sire managed to sneak up behind him and pierce his flesh with the sword...hoping that the ritual would still work. Something sinister did happen thou. The sword found no blood in the body so ended up sucking in the spirit with it's powerful need for blood.

He suddenly realized that his essence was being sucked into the the sword, and then realized what had been started in the cave was finishing now. Using his Auspex telepathic ability he cried out for his twin Brother NightHawk for help as the last bit of his essence seeped into the sword.

The sire then grabbed the sword and grinned what he did not realize was that the sword had hate on it's mind for him and tendrils leapt from the blade and began to strangle his sire and his sire screamed in horror as an eye appeared on the hilt of the sword looking at him. Just then NightHawk arrived, he then received the mental image from the sword of what had happened. He reached out his hand and the sword erily shifted into a plasmic form and formed into a blade in NightHawk's hand... NightHawk grinned evily as he frenzied and hacked at the Tremere. The sword then sucked all of the blood and it looked as if the kindred's souls seeped into the open eye and cracked and broke just being torn to pieces in the eye itself and absorbed. When the frenzy was done he marvelled at how light the sword was and how indestructable it felt and then it shifted into a glove....He smiled as he heard a voice in his head almost like an inner voice. "Hello NightHawk, hello my brother, finally I have found peace. Use me, us well my brother for our goals and values are your goals. We will always be here to protect U" The voice then faded and he looked at the glove and it changed into a blade again.

He finally realized the power of the sword, It was a vampire soul stealer and channeled all the powers of the slain opponent into it's lightness, toughness and magical abilities.
He realized that this ritual created an enchanted weapon. The ritual requires the lifeblood of a Kindred who is also an expert in the use of the weapon to be enchanted, this blood is absorbed and may not be used in any other way.
The weapon created by this ritual becomes the vessel for the slain Kindred's soul and Willpower. The weapon maintains all of the abilities, Disciplines, etc. of the Kindred slain to create it, but all of its memories seem distant and unimportant. The weapon is given a new name during the ritual, and can communicate with its user telepathically. In effect, the weapon is a freethinking being with its own goals, Abilities and mystical Disciplines. but this weapon had changed into something more for it retained his brother's memories, but now only shared his goal whatever it would be. If the sword was not in contact with blood to be absorbed for a year, the first person who touched it would go into a frenzy and seek any living thing, such that the blade's thirst for blood would be satisfied. If not in the hands of anyone with the blood and idealistic goals of NightHawk. It would make the person holding the sword, seak such a person or even NightHawk himself.

Haven


In a forgottin place known as Avalon, shrowded in fog and mystery
lay an Island barren of vegetation. Save for a castle, grey of stone
with symbols of power carved into it. Their Magic lost and the silence
deafening, save for the music of nature around the island. The Island
almost seemed to have erupted from the ground itself. But in the
confines of the castle lay a completely different place. It hid the
presence of 8 farms, surrounding a town, which surrounded a black
triangualer pyramid. This jet black mirror like pyramid was as
long as it was tall. The most amazing part was that it paralleled the
the postioning of a compass, such that one side was facing
North, South, East and West. The size lay in one measurement and that
was of 60 feet. The residents of this mysterious land lived in peace,
without conflict or prejudice or hate. And those that din't abide
by the rules were dealt by a guard. There were no taxes, and no money
ever exchanged hands, and the hydrophonic grown food, was always in
plentiful supply. Nothing was expected save for the donation of blood
to the hospital every day. No one ever seemed to age in this wonderful
place, some say it was the water but no one really knows. No one really new the owner of this wonderful place. He/she/it always lay in total secreacy. There were 8 guards thou, looking out from the 8 towers of this mighty castle, they were the police&judge. If the crimes still could not be resolved. They were sent into the black pyramid, never to be seen again. The town and farms consisted of 2000 people from all walks of life. All were extremely intelligent and driven in their endevers. Couples who wanted children had to petition the hospital and had to have their names signed up. No forms of any communication were allowed with the outside world but those who wished, to see more of the world were allowed to leave and persue their dreams, but were never allowed to return again. Children were raised in the hospital, till the age of five, their parents were allowed to visit. But for the most part they were raised by the hospital, and were finally allowed home at the age of 5 years. They were allowed to start school at that age, and were conditioned to live a well rounded life, that consisted of exercise, proper eating and the persuit of knowledge. The majority of the citizens were encouraged to write books of their own and share their ideas, using a technology known as the web. There was a dumb computer terminal in every home, one for every person in the home. And there was always balance in whatever was done, no one was allowed to palm of the work on others and all the jobs were shared evenly.

In the black pyramid lay a totally different setting, one that was dark
and forboding. The owner of this place resided in here. he was a vampire a visionary in the persuit of knowledge and directed his vision of a perfect Utopian society.

The pyramid also extended underground, memiking its structure in every
detail, so that there was less room the lower you went.
There were 6 levels in this pyramid, all completely even in space.

The first level consisted of the sanitary Environment, meaning all
pollutants were clensed purified and turned into usable resources.
It was heard that their reycling techniques were phenomible, breaking
them down into their atoms and reforming them.

The second level consisted of a military, that controlled the financial, economical, political and safety from the outside environment. It was heard that they were working on a strain of nanobites(machines as small as cells) to help them in this endever.

The third level consisted of a labratory and pollution control. Working on all sorts of Sciences, and this is where Nighthawk did most
of his research for his deciplines and it was located on the main level.
The Forth level consisted of a vast electronic library, which was connected to the net. All information was stored permanently on optical disk. and the electronic equipment could only create and store information on these disks and set them in the archive to be connected to the net. Nothing more, nothing less....It is rumored that a copy of the book of Nod and Enoch are kept there. Placed in the hyperlink of a hyper link of another hyperlink. It is rumored the it would take 200 years to find it, if one even new what to look for.
The Fifth and sixth levels, consisted of his home which was completely
underground. This is where his darker secrets were realized. The basement
was dedicated to all his treasures of a library of occult books and gold and all sorts of magical implementations to increase his power in knowledge and understanding of his vamperic deciplines. In that place it is rumored that he has a piece of the Elixer of Lameth and other pieces of other treasures, placed in hap hazard piles, rumors aboud that a piece of the sword of troile is hidden in those piles. Made of stone and black marbel, and placing all sorts of protective measurses around this room and the secret place where he slept.

Above this level and his main home, consisted of a multitude of small rooms, some of them with locked cemented doors, this is where lay his most awful secret.
In each of his locked cemented stone rooms, a vamperic body lay. All seemed to be in a state of torpor laying on black shiny slabs of rock, both wrists connected to clear thin pastic hoses, where blood would flow into one and out the other one, forever moving. There were 12 rooms in the outer part, 9 rooms closer to the middle of the floor and 3 rooms in a circle surrounding one room. In that one room was kept the vampires most deadliest and most prized possesion. It was an ivory sword, it's blade ivory white, it's handle a dark brown red and it's name was known as the Wolfinsoulblade. If one looked close
at the handle, one could swear that there was fluid inside and if one looked even harder one could swear an eye was looking back at them. It's handle almost seemed to be made of fleshy leather, for at times it seemed to move. The most horrifying part was that it was embedded in a red prism like rock, placed in the middle of the room with a red tube connected to it, running against the jet black floor. The red rock was actually a blood stone, concentrating the vamperic blood of those that slept into itself. The level 2 Craft Bloodstone (Sabbat) spell had enabled NightHawk to create this blood stone prism. For three nights he had used the swords power and let the stone prism soak in his own blood soaked vitae. On the third night a clear liquid surrounded the stone, and he used the stone as a locater of the bloodstone created with his own vitae.

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Vampire history


History:An old Blind women of 11th generation, her sire an 8th levelvampire. Embraced motals and performed diableria after they embraced another mortal and made that mortal do the same and performed diableriaagain, till he came upon the old women, who had a vision of her demise after being embraced, escaped into the desert living in terror for years and feeding on animal blood, mainly rats. She then came upon a wanderer who was going to visit his twin scholary brother who was a painter, his brother was obsessed with beauty and his house was covered in pictures of beautiful women that modeled for him. As he walked down the road, he heard this wailing and smiled as he saw a cave that he and his brother used as a sort of secret place. To his horror the wailing was from the cave, He entered the cave and was gripped by a creature of amazing strength. He soon felt himself fading as the creature bit into his neck and sucked him completely dry. The old blind women was horrified by what she had done and bit her finger and let her blood flow down the dying mans throat. The man eventually recovered and he and the old blind women began to talk. He realized her name was Tula and he listened to the ordeal she had suffered. She also learned his name to be Brian Boru and that he was going to visit his brother. The women was horrified by what she had done, but the man was kind and forgave her for her actions. The women later told him that he was a 12th generation vampire, and told him how she was running for her life. Later during that night they both visited his brother. His brother was horrified by the story and vowed to help them, he then revealed to his brother that he had practiced the skills of the occult and that he had been given the name of Elitewolf by a shaman that had thought him the ways of the wild. Elitewolf then took his brother aside and explained to him about creation of ghouls and that he would not be able be there to help his brother if he did not make him one of those creatures. He then escorted them on a 3 day hike to the shamen's hut, wolves howled everywhere but the 2 brothers remained calm, save for the women who was a wreck. When they entered a wolf greeted them at the door. Elitewolf smiled, and introduced NightHawk to the shaman who was really a gangril. The Shaman changed form once again and offered to take the Vampire to a true brujah teacher for she senced the blood line in the child. At that time the Brujah and the gangril got on exceptionally well. NightHawk was overwelmed by the beauty of the gangril and ended up having a secret crush on her. What he did not realize was that his brother had already captured her heart. As the days passed they later discovered that the Gangril's name was Alexandria. Alexandria and Nighthawk let Elitewolf use beef jerky to soak their blood. Alexandria new that the True Brujah would not except such a low generation as NightHawk. So they ended up hunting and trapping rougue vampires. Because of her beauty she had no trouble enticing foolish vampires into her trap then drained them dry. She would later Lead NightHawk on a wild hunt, till he became so crazed and started frenzing she would then lead him to the drained vampires....he eventually ended committing diablaria on them. Then one night when he entered the forest he found Tula's body, she had impaled herself on a stake and had burnt herself in the sun. NightHawk shook his head but understood that she had her reasons. He and Alexandria spent many years learning her deciplines and getting him ready to meet the brujah. Eventually Alexandria and him went on a 4 month hike to meet the True Brujah. The Brujah was stationed on a high hill in a thick forest somewhere in the amazon jungle. They sailed across the ocean and both brought with them earth, which they melded with everynight, surviving on the blood of sea guls and fish. Using their animalism descipline they both survived exceptionally well. They eventually came upon the hut and was greeted by the Brujah who also had a crush on the lovely Gangril. The gangril promiced to return in a few years to learn of NightHawk's process in learning his deciplines. The brujah sighed but excepted Alexandria's decesion. The Brujah began to teach NightHawk Presence but in a week changed his mind and concentrated on teaching him the descipline of temporas. He was a jelouse brujah and was envious of NightHawk's ability to learn so quickly and was afraid that he would use that auspex deciplin on Alexandria. Years and Years passed and NightHawk learned more and more quickly till he had the level 4 ability of a Cowalker to step out of time, he then eventually learned the ability to control aging. Then one day he heard a knock at the door as his tutor was resting, he opened the door and there stood Alexandria, her dark eyes and and jet black dark hair flowing in the breeze. He smiled at her and held a rose bud in his hand and used his control aging deciplin to make it bloom. She smiled and was impressed with his deciplin, took the rose and kissed him passionately on the lips. Almost falling into a trance and mixing her feelings for elitewolf for feelings for NightHawk, since they looked so similar. He then told her of his feelings for her.... She smiled but did not whisper anything back, but instead told him that his brother wanted so much to see him. They both left a note for his tutor and left that very day. The jorney was swift for his manipulation to stop time had enabled them to travel great distances floating in their fog like forms....in a forever night......They eventually reached Elitewolf's home in the blink of an eye, thou they new that the time that passed was in the measure of months. His brother was amazed to see them and hugged them both. that night he heard Alexandria talking to his brother, professing her love for him. Elitewolf said that he did not share the same feelings and smiled at her and thought of her as a sister, nothing more nothing less. That very night as NightHawk lay in his room, practising his arts, he heard nosies in his brother's room. He opened the door to find Alexandria using her gangril powers and forcing his brother to make love to her, the site almost looked like she was raping him. He watched in horror as his brother gasped and fought her advances but she lay on him pinning him, both of them completely without clothes. She smiled most wickedly as she bit his lips and moved off him. That is whem Elitewolf noticed his brother standing there. Alexandria looked away in shame and transformed too wolf form and crashed threw the window. NightHawk gave out an earth shattering cry and stomped out of there...... He opened the door wide and saw the first rays of sunlight his eyes blazing with tears and impaled himself on a wooden stake right outside his brother's door. The sun began to burn his flesh...he sreamed and cried but changed his form into that of a jet black hawk as a line of blood began to flow down the spear. Elitewolf ran out and quickly covered the hawk in blankets covering the blazing form...and extinguishing the fire. Later that night he opened the blanket and what he saw horrified him. Alexandria came back that same night and knelt down seeing the burnt form of nightHawk. half NightHawk's body lay completely burnt and half of his brain lay completely exposed to the air....but she could sence a spark of life in NightHawk...and realized he was in a torpor like state. She looked at elitewolf and whispered sorry, but she could sence the hate in his eyes for her. All she could think of is that she did not want elitewolf to die and wanted him to become her ghoul. Elitewolf did not agree to this but instead made another deal in that she would let her drops of blood drain into NightHawk and Elitewolf would survive on the blood of his brother. This continued on for a 1000 years this loose alliance, during that time NightHawk's wounds had completely healed but he still lay in that camotouse stage. Elitewolf became more and more involved in the dark arts, becomming a very powerful ghoul mage. Then in 1560 AD he discovered the mage vampires called the Tremere. And He seeked one out, offering the gangril Alexandria threw an assorted trap for he was getting sick of her ways of trying to get him to blood bond to her. The Tremere agreed. that very year a Voian vampire had discovered NightHawk's haven. Alexandria had completely forgotin about NightHawk during that year. The Voian that found NightHawk was of a Jet Night hawk and smiled down as he decided to recover this lost vampire and maybe blood bond him to him. He slowly withdrew the stake and let a few drops of blood pass between NightHawk's lips.....When NightHawk awoke he was in a berseker frenzy and gripped the Voian and sucked him dry. The Voian was only at 9th generation so had no match in strength compared to the power that lay in NightHawk....The Voian's deciplin became NightHawks. The Voian was carrying a book with him of the Vioan Deciplin and NightHawk marvelled at the powers that would soon be his. During those years, he began to study the book diligently and soon was able reach the level 4 Voian Deciplin. he bacame a wanderer from city to city. The vampires that he loved he eventually committed Diablaria on them. When he started draining their blood, he couldn't stop till all their blood was within him. He then one day fell in love with a werewolf named Witchblade, they married and had a child named Aspen, but the mother died in childbirth. During that time he had gottin a message from his brother that he was joining the ranks of the clan Tremere for saving a few of them from the children of the Inquisition who were members of the Inconnu and a Justicar from a Jyhad conspiracy that marked them for death. He managed on helping them disguise the group of Tremere as Catiff from a Ventru Prince. His brother the Tremere vampire was under a strong bond from the inner circle and lost all his will power to think on his own. NightHawk's blood which ghouled his brother did have an interesting side affect with the Tremere blood bond. NightHawk was able to break any suggestions that the Tremere would implement in his brother, because it seemed his blood bond with his brother was a bit more potent and the Tremere bond on his brother that just barely held. Nighthawk's jelousy grew around him, consuming him, and made him become even more lustful. His moods came into conflict with a Ventrue, as old as him, but a bit more powerful, for NightHawk only lived 150 years gaining deciplines. The rest of his undead life lay in torpor. The Ventrue tried to carve the Brujah's appetite, but it only drove the Brujah insane with jelousy, and he wanted all the things that the Ventrue had. Cutting off the Ventrue's blood supply, the ventrue then decided to leave that place and set up his own establishment. All his friends followed the prince in a wise move and got away from the insanity of the brujah. A few would visit him to check on his recovery but would never stay for long.During This time, NightHawk witnessed the distruction of his brother and gained the sword of the wolfinsoulblade. Later on discovered the love for a mortal mage named DragonWitch. During his undead existence he sired 2 children, one was of a mortal bartender and the other was of a lone travelling doctor who later took on the name DeathStalker and came to have an infatuation with his daughter Aspen who gained her werewolf heritage and eliminated the vamperic blood that plagued her. The vamperic Bartender, was awed by the prince and the prince accepted her into his ranks.Aspen Found another lover as DeathStalker became more and more withdrawn with the search for Goloconda. Then DeathStalker's had stumbled on the resting place of a 2nd generation vampire, who was about to kill DeathStalker but looked into his mind and saw he was searching for Goloconda and sent him into a Dream state of so called endless Nightmares...Helping in a way to clean the burdens that lay on DeathStalker's soul. The vampire grasped DeathStalker's protean Deciplin and surpassed it in one night and melded into the earth. Leaving these 3 words on a slab were DeathStalker's body lay. "Dream with me" If anyone every disturbed DeathStalker's slumber or decided to commit Diabloria, they would be sucked into DeathStalker's NightMare literally, body and soul. Their only Salvation, with few of them new was to call for DeathStalker in that dream world and help him on his Spirit quest for achieving Goloconda.*a twisted gift and curse in disguise implemented by a 2nd generation vampire*NightHawk continued on his secret project of creating his haven. And transferred his bar to a city in Los Angelas....the bar was that in the shape of a 60 foot long pyramid. It consisted of two entrances, if there were too many people, 2 lighted hallway extended to the right and left of the entrance to the entrance in the back. With 3 exit doors on each side, except for the back. If the doors were held open for more the 10 minutes a loud buzzur would sound, with a sign right on the door explaining that the door could only be opened for 10 minutes.
The pyramid consisted of 5 levels.The first level was split into 2 sections, consisting of an inner and outer square. The inner square consisted of 4 bars placed in each corner underneath a very large egyption poll that extended to the ceiling. Each side consisted of connected cushioned seats, on a raised platform overlooking the dance floor. The dance floor was on a lowered platform , the dance floor consisted of a neon liquid moving threw a labyrinth with glass over it. The 2nd level consisted of just 3 bars, with tables and chairs, a quiet place completely away from the dance section of the bar. The 3rd level consisted of a security section and the financial offices that took care of all the advertising and promotional ideas for the Dark Prism NightClub, Bar and restaurant during the day.
Right at the top of this glassy black object, consisted of a prism like room. This is where NightHawk held most of his meetings and this room could only be accessed by one elevator.
NightHawk actually slept at the bottom of the pyramid in the earth itself. For this pyramid had a basement filled with all the rare wines and even some wines that did not seem to be wine at all but blood.
The 4th and 5th levels consisted of rooms, kitchen and a reception area with staff that worked around the clock. Each room consisted of only a bed and washroom. Construction was always being done on the 4th and 5th floors and all walls were sound proof. The bartenders consisted of all 21st generation vampires, Their blood so weak, and their minds so well conditioned that they were the perfect employees, all blood bonded to DeathStalker a 7th generation vampire, thou they consisted of all types of blood lines.
All this meant nothing to him and all were expendable for he was bonded to a mage named DragonWitch, his one true love, as she was bonded to him. All that mattered was protecting her and devoting his undying life to her.
Later on They become very intimate and took vows of marriage to each other. During those 2 years she fell in and out of quiet, her only savour was Nighthawk, her husband who ordered her out of it through his vamperic bond with her. Unexpectantly she became pregnant, and in denial and rage ordered her through the bond to tell the truth if it was his child. Her only answer was weeping. NightHawk became perplexed with the matter and so consulted Jasmin Lanther, Dragonwitch's best friend and sister on the matter. She explained that she too became impregnated by a vampire, who was too enraged and denied the fact that it was his child. DragonWitch went away for awhile, Nighthawk went into torpor, trying to find the goloconda, within himself, to tame the beast within him that was threatening to consume him. Later on DragonWitch invited NightHawk to witness the birth. At that moment NightHawk felt at one with himself. But alas his inner demon was fighting for dominance within himself. He went away for awhile, submerging himself within the earth, apprachin torpor but not entirely succombing to its effects. During that time, DragonWitch taught her beautiful daughter the secrets of her craft and tried to show her daughter how to embrace the positive aspects of her vampirism. During that time she hungered for the kindred blood, her gholish nature getting the better of her. To the point where she started to feed on her own daughter. Her daughter a year old at the time did not realize her mothers desperate need for blood, but allowed her to do so, For she loved her mother more then anything in this and the next world. Well her father was unknown to her, she still wondered, who he was and if he would ever come back for them. DragonWitch soon realized that her very survival lay in her daughter, since the kindred blood from NightHawk had eventually dissapated from her system, replaced by her daughters blood. NightHawk struggled with himself, with his own fears and with his own demonic beast struggling to wreak havoc on the world. With every new day, he became stronger, realizing the truth that his dream of achieving goloconda was eventually becomming a reality. A melania passed as he submerged from the earth, gasping for breath, little did he realize that only a year had passed. His true Brujah nature, kickin in, slowing time around him, when he was in torpor. He now had one thing on his mind, to serch for his daughter and the only lady he ever trully loved named DragonWitch. And this is where our story begins or ends depending if destiny sees fit to let these two people cross paths again