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On the surface,
an Elysium of unsurpassed splendor. Beneath, something sinister lurks...
Neuromortis New arrivals meet and greet, shake and shun, in the Grand Ballroom, teeming with various sundry characters. It is here that new arrivals will make themselves known, or purposely blend in so as to drink deep of others’ conversations in voyeuristic purpose. The hours of darkness afford little comfort. Respite from these uneasy hours are spent in fellowship of kind, or rapt contemplation of purpose. Or in search. One such search has led a handful of the Wayward through caverns laced with personal demons and poisonous memories brought to life, all contained within the confines of twisting hallways and manifold doors. Reminiscent of the mind. These few now contemplate a simple checkered board of absolutes of black and white; but a board of variables in purpose and structure. Some of these Wayward are represented in uncanny detail upon the board itself, while others’ figures stand off to the side: anticipating, or already condemned. Who, or what, is responsible for this gathering—is unknown. Krouser "I was painting one, when your tantrum earlier ruined it. you can use my sands, I can even teach you, but one work deserves another." *he closes his hand, and drops the sand back in his pocket. He dusts his hands, to shake off any loose particles, and smiles lightly.* "Ma-e? Lets just say it's something I used to call my sire, on cold nights, after long hunts." Elijah Robert Marks "How do you carry those around? I always thought they were made on the ground, and imperminent. Shows you how much I know..." ------------------ Nikodemus To Voracia: "No. Easterners ruffle just as easily as everybody else. Don't tell anyone I told you though. I don't want to be responsible for ruining our reputation." To Elijah: "Oh yes Slayer, we're in 'deep dodo.' Of course, we have been since the day we were embraced." To Krouser: "Please forgive me. But who is 'he'?" Krouser basicly, since it's been ruined and hadn't been attached to anything, its just a garbled pile of multicolored sand. however, Niko's got one that stands up in a frame. and Niko. If I'm not doing
a cinamatic (story style) post, any reference to he/she is either Krouser,
or the person he's relating to. Krouser, in this case. Darkana1 Darkana doesnt like being left
out of the loop, learning obfuscate helped, Darkana conducts conversations
normally, ut when there is activity on the other side of the hall say,
she will slip into shadows usually near the door, obfuscate and move over
to listen better, if Darkana wants to join in she quickly slips back deobfuscates
and walks up, perceptive characters would probably have noticed this as
well as the fact when darkana wasnt near the shadows went funny (obtenebrate
1), however this might not have been noticed due to extended conversations
and the shadow trick is rare it uses blood after all, (Darkana looks puzzeled she picked up her piece after she had let everyone see, she now puts down two pieces one a black pawn, the other a white rook with her standing on top, then they dissolve into thin air, the pieces on the board look unaffected) "Funny after I picked
up that strange piece it split and took on the familiar shapes, make of
that what you will" OOC I have sent him an email telling
him the minimum but telling enough riddles huh, is Darkana motteled because of the Lasombra use of darkness? is Darkana an independant who plays both good and evil cards? who cares? who knows? The reason I did it was because looking at Oldan's white knight and larson's black and reflecting on the history of the character which is in a P&P game,I realised that Darkana was motteled in a black and white sense Why I wont tell as that would give the game away, as for the shape it was to scare anyone who has irritated me a test of Thought shapes matter, then it changed itself, Darkana is worried ------------------ Neuromortis Krouser:
Niko
The 'he' referred to is Gwynhala. Carry on. [OOC] Voracia She then punches an elbow through the glass. The night air rushes in, the smell of sea-salt and rotting kelp upon the breeze. The fire pops and crackles madly. "Domain?" she continues clearing the glass from the frame with a boot while she continues standing on the windowseat. "My "domain"? Mhmhm!" Majority of the glass freed, she grasps the edges of the pane above, turns around, and leans out backwards through the sundered framework. "Quite a drop," she raises her voice as the wind whips up, howling through the maw. "And it would appear that, conveniently, this is the only window on the entire surface of this...erm..." She squats back in through the opening after a decisive summation. "Great Hall." Gwynhala (OOC: The lingering aura of faith is quite plain on Gwynhala at this time. It might make some of the players uncomfortable until he regains his composure. auspex would reveal it clearly.) *to those nearby* "Excuse me - I must have fallen. Take care of these doors, friends - though dawn is hours away, a light as bright as the sun burns beyond one portal. I regret that I cannot remember which one. But I am rude - forgive me, I have been distracted." *bows* "Gwynhala, of clan Brujah." *seeing the lady, and the navajo, and the chessboard, and eager to take his mind off recent events* "Ah, chess - a king's game. Who is playing?" *suddenly, the sound of breaking glass as VORACIA destroys a window pane and leans without* Neuromortis The fire roars in a near-constant breeze the temperature of breath after sucking on an icicle... Altiriel Twice-Born Altiriel picks up his piece and looks at it. It depicts him astride a rearing horse, his third eye open and an exquisitely made longsword raised over his head. He turns it over and over again in his hands. "Perhaps it is black because of the other Clans' opinions of the Salubri. Perhaps it is black because our host's opinions about me. Perhaps it is black because of certain deeds in my past. Perhaps it is black because-" His musing is interrupted by the sound of breaking glass. Stormcaller "I wonder if this window is anything like the doors that we have been entering or if it is like the main door that we all first came through. I mean is it a gateway to another test or is it a gateway to one of the places that the Hall is present." Looks over and notices that Gwynhala has awakened "Ah, it seems that the newcomer has awakened." (To Gwynhala) ------------------ Nikodemus Neuromortis Add it as an afterthought, or rekindle the conversation. If we were in person, you'd have brought it up, no? If you rekindle it, I'm sure others will follow your lead. Unless they're DUMMIES. --N. [/OOC] Altiriel Twice-Born Altiriel comes out of his reverie. "Nikodemus, Golconda is not the state of denying that one is a vampire. Any seeker who denies his own nature will never find what the peace he seeks. Golconda is the state of becoming the ultimate vampire--still a Cainite, but no longer Damned. It is a transcendence of the Curse. "And I could not tell you about the affairs of my Clan in the Final Nights. I slept the Long Sleep for three centuries and lost contact with all of them. You say they kill themselves?" Altiriel looks at Nikodemus with a bemused expression. "Martyrdom was always an honored road among the warriors, but though I am trained in both halves, my sire was a healer. How can I help others if I no longer exist?" Nikodemus "We must have very different views on Golconda then. "My interpretation is that a Seeker intends on transcending the vampiric state. To rise above the Beast, to rise above the urges and desires that being a vampire entails. "Now, I don't know any Salubri personally, excepting you, of course, but I have been informed that the Salubri sacrifice themselves to thier childer upon reaching Golconda via diablerie." Elijah Robert Marks "That sort of defeats the purpose, doesn't it?" ------------------ Nikodemus Gwynhala *looks to Altiriel, the knight still cradled in his hand* "is it not the semblance of you, down to the scar on your forehead? The artistry is remarkable. Who made it? The carving is of the same quality and technique as the end table at which I sat in the hall. Fine work." *as altiriel and elijah begin to speak of golconda, gwynhala's interest rises: at last, a debatable topic of conversation.* Nikodemus "Actually I don't believe any of us made the pieces. In fact, we've been wondering why certain people were placed on specific sides and with specific pieces. "If you'll notice, there are no kings." Voracia "Christ chose to wear his thorns, did he not?" The blood clots in her palm. "He could have come down at any time, but what purpose would that have served? Why go on, when redemption is at hand?" She looks up to Elijah. "'Greater love hath no man than this, than to lay down his life for his friends. Perhaps what we perceive as the Salubri's diablerie is, in reality, putting the self to death that another may live." Eyes to the coagulated pool in her hand--which closes softly. "But he was pierced for our transgressions, he was crushed for our iniquities; the punishment that brought us peace was upon him, and by his wounds we are healed. Hmhm..." A whisper to herself. "...Dogs have surrounded me; a band of evil men has encircled me, they have pierced my hands and my feet." Eyes back to Elijah once again. Transfixion. "I remember that look...the one you're trying to hide." Breaks contact, looking about the room, at the faces. "Mmm. Isn't it funny how new blood makes old wounds fresh again." Nikodemus "Time exists in all tenses at once. You're being born, dying, rising from your grave and meeting your Final Death all at once. Time is merely a convenience Man has created for himself to be able to grasp events. "Kinda puts a new meaning to the phrase 'There's no time like the present', because there is no time but the present. Gwynhala *noticing the lady's preoccupation with her wound* "Why do you harm yourself? Is it simply, because you have been relieved of the consequences of it?"
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