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an Elysium of unsurpassed splendor. Beneath, something sinister lurks...
OldanVisuce Vash You could punch Mr. Krouser... of course that might prove himself all too well... maybe just a pinch? Nikodemus
"Do I think you would...Oh hell, I don't know, but I like you. Doesn't mean I fully trust you not to cheat at something relatively harmless, but I do like you." Nikodemus
"Feh...you pinch him. I'll mop up when you're done. I don't think he'd be all that amused." Krouser Vash No thanks. *He faces forward and begins to "play" his glass again* Nikodemus
"Hmmmpphh..." Krouser OldanVisuce Nikodemus Oldan, I'm quite certain you can come up with better scams than I'll ever think of. I'll still keep trying to think of 'em though. And who said I'm not Ravnos? Elijah Robert Marks "If we were to assume that you were everything you explicity noted that you didn't say you weren't, you'd be the most gawdawful concoction of mismatched bloodlines in the history of the 'Children of Cain...' " He looks at Nikodemus closely. "I doubt you're Ravnos, though. I mean, I'd never even heard of them until I met Oldan, but... well. For one, you're still alive. Oldan is still alive, but from what we gather that is a fluke. I'm sure there are other 'flukes' walking around as well, and I hope Oldan finds them, but I haven't noticed any particular sign of recognition pass between the two fo you... you look like the kind of guy who could cover that up, but I'm pretty good at noticing things, so... well. Maybe, but I don't think so. I also didn't see any hint of the kind of grief Oldan displayed when the conversation turned to his Clan's destruction -- not that you looked particularly glad about it, but there wasn't a 'my entire bloodline has been destroyed' reaction, either! "Also, while both you and Oldan seem as the kind of the people who hold your cards close to your chest, your 'poker faces' are, shall we say, very different. And I suspect those differences are at least partially cultural... "At any rate, if you are you did a jolly good job of hiding it, completely and utterly, and I'm just arrogant enough to believe that you wouldn't be able to do that completely." ------------------ Florindo Um nome que dança na língua, minha bonita encantadora. Cante para mim e as minhas orelhas beberão sua canção. Sua voz é vinho, minha alma a xícara que enche. Minha canelura está pronta. São? Darkana1 Altriel, Your entry on the list says you are decended from Saulot, to my mind only three clans can claim that distinction, the Salubri who had most of their number destroyed by the second possibility the infernally corrupt Baali, they are direct decendants, then there are the Tremere who used saulot to become vampires I believe Tremere diablerised saulot taking his place and power and then embraced the Tremere, now Im not sure on the other kindred you mentioned but i am curious you claimed to be toreador but you obviously arnt so out of Salubri, Baali and Tremere which are you? ------------------ Darkana1 Stercus Stercus Darkana1 Darkana mutters Search by name, Larson cross reference by clan gangrel, (spoken louder) three entries listed, others may exist Larson ______ Priscus of the Sabbat obviously powerful low gen below 12 Larson Tate bodyguard for a Kuei-jin in Northern Hong Kong high gen probably 12 Larson ______ Archon leuitenant of the current Brujah Justicar low gen below 12 If the larson here is the first or last one on my list Im putting the money on him, Oh Elijah just a small point but never assume wih Kindred and take very little on what is said. By my lack of reflection extremly pale complexion and my shadow manipulating powers i am almost certainly a Lasombra all else you have to work out, Though most are honest about their clan and most of them are honest about thier affiliation it is best to Look at evidence in behaviour rather than assume honesty it is a way to survive longer in this world. SO based on this and my own knowledge i agree with your observation into a certain person not being a ravnos of course he could be a black sheep mistakenly embraced and left staked during the week ravnos died after all i met another ravnos in india who had been staked during ravnos's demise who was alive as it were, apart from him all other surviving ravnos I know about are thin bloods, thiugh there may be sleeping ravnos like the methusalahs Also to Elijah if you dont know what thin bloods are they are the 14th and 15th gens who are barely better than ghouls with almost no power or blood, most of the time they are killed shortly after their identity is revealed wheather in the camarilla, sabbat or not after all thin bloods are a sign of Gehenna and are now in great danger as everyone thinks killing them will stop Gehenna Yeah in over a 5 decades that is the silliest idea i have ever heard a cainite devise. ------------------ Florindo Plenty of people in western Europe speak Portuguese, sir... as does the lovely lady at the bar. The English language, despite its widespread use, is crude and undecorated. Portuguese is a lark's song. English is a starling's. Voracia “...omigoff...” comes from behind hands instantaneously covering a potentially unsettling situation: some sharks frenzy at the smell of death. Those that ignore it have, presumably, already eaten. And then there are those who examine the weakness, that they may best exploit it... But if her hands have moved with unreal speed, the procurator’s offering of a silken kerchief might leave some to puzzle over whether the article hung from those exquisitely manicured fingers BEFORE the incident prompting the response... She nods her head, removing her hands to take the prize. One hand gingerly accepts the silk which greedily blots the treasure—she eyes the simple streaks of crimson upon the free fingers as she glances about and her breath stops short— ....?!? An image of surreality, the bloodied Venus stock-still amidst the thrall; one hand clutching ever deeper into folds of softest silk, the other splayed wide—an avant-garde tableau of Lady MacBeth against the tides of madness personified... (Tangent pulse of vitae electric stinging on the tongue and rush of ice into the senses invigorate incarnate, coal-hot moisture on the upper lip forgotten all forgotten save the sight O merciful fancy protect me from this night of knights release me O memory God release me O Singer what song wouldst thou carry on the e’er inconstant wind—) A Whisper Resounding “Is this the lark or nightingale
I see, Stock still amidst the swirling tides of unlife all about, her focus on a single copper flute... Thummm The guests are interrupted by the striking of a chord of thunder...or is it a drum...or a heartbeat... Her eyes close as she shudders. Elijah notes a minute flash of diamonds from the pattern in the floor surrounding her feet, then all as before... Thummm From somewhere within, without, the chord again, rich, resolute—drawn out to resemble a long, slow draw on an upright bass... ThummmMMMmmm.... “What wouldst thou bear me present, Jongleur?” It is a plaintive, almost helpless entreaty, that of a child prodigy placed upon the stage the first time—closed eyes, hands into fists, as though expecting something ominous to behold—and fearing it. The rhythmic discourse continues... ------------------ Stercus
My bad, there buck-o. English my be 'crude' but its still what I understand. We americans are never wrong. with that a gritty grin opens in Jacks mouth. Stormcaller Mind if I join this little gathering you have here. It looks much more interesting than sitting alone. Oh, and my moneys on Krouser. By the way the name's David. Nikodemus "This party seems to be getting bigger and bigger. "Have a seat. Take a load off. You may as well give the Ravnos anything you have of value...he's going to have it before you stand up next anyhow." OldanVisuce Nikodemus Stormcaller Sorry to hear about your clan
Oldan. Good luck finding other survivors.
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