A Night in the City of Black Miracles
As you walk towards the three-story building you notice that once again you're unconsciously straightening your clothes. You smile briefly as you look forward to the evening ahead of you. Once again, you'll be with your own kind.
The door in sight, you lick your lips and enjoy the faint coppery taste. A reminder of that blond you found jogging. Fast food indeed...
The muscled bouncer gives you a brief nod as you walk by and for a second it almost seems like there's a spark of intelligence in that hulking form. Of course, what do you care? He's mortal and nothing except a snack if you need one.
The first floor doesn't interest you in the least. A typical bar with the typical music and the typical people.
You can smell the blood in the air and you find yourself wondering if maybe you should have had a bit more to drink before arriving. This place is Elysium which means no violence and no feeding without permission. So, you focus yourself and press on to the stairs.
While the atmosphere of the bar aroused your appetite, it was nothing compared to what you feel on the second floor. Music and light pulses in time with the throbbing bodies that pack the dance floor. Your senses, which are always sharper then those of these poor creatures are overwhelmed by the sheer life around you. You feel your fangs beginning to extend from your upper jaw and it's only your will and control that keeps you from diving into the crowd like a starving man at a buffet. Every step up the stairs to the next floor is a constant battle but it's one you win.
Finally, you arrive at your destination. As you look around the large room on the third floor you once again see the true patrons of The Black Rose.
Many figures can be seen around the room. They’re sitting at the bar by the wall or talking at tables and you know that in nine times out of ten, there's no heart beating in their chests.
By the bar you see a familiar face. Nick Gaunt owns the Black Rose. He leans on the bar and chats easily with one of the bartenders. Dressed in faded black jeans and a black T- shirt under a casual sports jacket of the same color he laughs suddenly along with his employee causing his long and tight black ponytail to swing against his back. He really believes he's a funny guy you think. Most of the time you'd agree but the other times like when he drops his mask, you really think he’s hiding a lot.
A sudden commotion draws your attention to the other side of the room. Inevitably you recognize Peter at the eye of the storm looking around with an innocent expression on his face. Few would guess that the man thriving amidst the confusion was also in control of the largest criminal organization in the city.
A few feet away from him stands the other half of the conflict. Even if she wasn't trying to light fire’s with her fingers, you'd still be able to pick out Melinda Montrose. You know that she's supposed to be fairly decent as licks go but she's a Tremere which means that she can't be trusted any farther then she can be thrown. Of course, a little Potence goes a long way...
Inevitably, they go their separate ways and your eyes once again drift over the rooms occupants. You're slightly surprised to see Melissa Marsh dancing by the band tastefully dressed in leather and black lace. Last you heard, she'd been hanging around that goth club she owned. It was the second club she'd bought that you knew of. You search your memory for a few seconds before remembering something about an unexplained explosion. As you turn away from her lithe and graceful form you can't help but think that she's proof that the dead can dance.
A quiet man stand a short distance away watching Peter carefully. Zavery and Peter have always been connected in one way or another with both always trying to get the upper hand. As if he wasn’t odd enough already, he also has a tendency to talk to himself and he also sheds a lot of fur...
From the corner of your eye you see the hulking bouncer from before walk in towards his boss. His head turns sharply as a feminine voice calls out to him in greeting. All it takes is one glance at the stunning young woman in leather and the man looses touch with reality and stumbles first over and then through a nearby table. As usual, Najah doesn't seem to be in the least bit surprised by the effect she has as she returns to her conversation.
They're all here you note. Good. That will save time later. You move towards your closest target and see that they're blissfully unaware of your approach. Of course, you think. I know them but they don't know me...
*****
Hi. I’m Stuart and I'll be your storyteller today.
Our game takes place in a darker version Montreal, Canada. It’s been a little more then two years since the Sabbat was driven out of the city by the Camarilla and the current vampires have yet to gain full control of mortal society. That’s good because it means that younger kindred have a chance to grab some power for themselves but it’s not all that good when you have mortals causing problems.
As the past few months have gone by, the city has already been through two princes and is working on a third. Can the Nosferatu leadership hold up against the Ventrue?
Without strong leadership can anyone survive a powerful new group lurking beneath kindred society and hold off the frequent Sabbat assaults?
Can the characters solve the mysteries that keep popping up like what happened to all the Malkavians in the city or just how powerful and what are the goals of powerful elders like the sheriff and the harmless looking Dex?
Will anyone discover the origin and truth about the new drug “Superman” that’s being spread throughout the city that can empower kindred beyond their wildest dreams?
Why have several of the manipulative and corrupting Followers of Set been granted recognized status in the city and what plans do they have for those around them?
With both free Gargoyles and those that serve the Tremere living in the same city, will other kindred be caught between them?
The fate of the city, it’s mortal and undead citizens and much more rests on a group of young vampires. They’re inexperienced. They’re outnumbered. They’re outgunned. They’re screwed...
Stuart Lis
Please note: Due to it’s popularity and success, the game currently has a waiting list for new players. Anyone interested should e-mail me and I’ll let you know how many others are waiting and how long the wait should be.