Tuesday, April 30, 2013
Monday, April 22, 2013
I can’t help you right now, Austin, sorry. I got way too much on my plate it is. So now, according to some, I am now the Ruler of Africa. Whoop de Do. Out of all of the cities and places that have been ravaged Outsider interference, Africa seemed to operate on a system of Business of usual. Nothing really major or important happened and I hardly ever saw anything that resembled or even remotely related to Outsiders. Nothing here changed at all, until now. When the whole world started to go to hell, the various Juntas and smaller states consolidated with their neighbors (likely out of fear and knowing there was safety in numbers), creating more centralized power bases. Surprisingly, this made toppling them that much easier. Then again, causing the Sky to rain fire and the Earth to bleed lava on such a scale would force all but the most powerful Military Juntas to bow to your will.
The other werewolf leaders, my competition, made their own bids for bringing Africa under their control as part of their offering to the Celestines a few months ago. I decided to join in and afterwards Challenge them. It also helped that any of the major Supernatural players that lived there were also willing to take part in the Uprising, provided they were compensated afterwards. The UN was too busy doing everything it can to keep its own interest secure, to intervene. And before they realized it, Africa suddenly had les countries in it. Unsurprisingly, there are few of Uratha's bloodline that actually live in the Continent, but each of them are well versed in transformation and quite powerful. Besting my rivals, was no simple feat, but I have done it. They will acknowledge me as their leader in the Final Battle, and so long as they provide me with troops to lead, they can continue to rule over their homeland. The most developed Country, South Africa was untouched, surprisingly. I guess no Conquest there. The Steward has congratulated me for my victory.
Upon my way back to base, we got attacked by cultists. Not your Average Joes, either. They were the same kind of Freaks we met in that Raid in December… But a whole lot more used to being 9 feet tall and having razor sharp claws. I could only tell they were cultists, not simple monsters (could've fooled me, though) because they wore really elaborate robes and were shouting things from their blasphemous scriptures. They were also Assassins, good ones, too. They harassed us for days, but were put down in the end. I would be lying if I didn't enjoy the fight they offered.
But after that, the fight gave me something to worry about. They were difficult to kill and it wasn't just because of their training. These…creatures the cultists have turn themselves into… they are evolving, changing. They… possess this power, the ability to assimilate power…. and knowledge into themselves by consuming the flesh of their prey. I don't want to get into the details, but suffice it to say, it was very disconcerting. Thoroughly dispose of any bodies you find, we cannot afford an information leak or worse from the enemy. We've come to call these creatures, Devourers for their need to feed.
I've heard about those things Christian. You're in an Astral Journey right? Well, I guess if anything, it provides some time. And time is not something we have in abundance right now. Either way, be careful . Our "mortal" enemies are advancing and evolving. Should a Devourer consume one of your allies, well, I'm not sure what'd happen. I still don't know their full capabilities, like if they are restricted to just flesh or could they eat more…exotic matter. Regardless, don't take that risk and find out. Also, this might come as a surprise to you, but I don't want there to be a Diamond Nation, not if it's going to be something that only mages will rule or will place themselves on top. Atlantis had it time in the sun, I'd rather we make something else. Something new.
Austin, I'm going to be marching to Turkey with an army at my back. Hold tight for a few more days. And I told you, you were being foolish about going there.
Tuesday, April 9, 2013
(( 4pts, you know why, no time for that today. Enjoy the plot-twistness! ))
Dear Everyone I care about, minus my dear family,
Today is a day of celebration! I, Rick Filion, have managed to accomplish a feat of extraordinary courage and dedication! I singlehandedly managed to create life, using only my magnetic charm and my extensive knowledge of technology! The Gods should bow become me, that's just how awesome I am!
Seriously though, everyone please have a metaphoric, tabbacco-less cigar, because I'm going to be a father! Isn't it that great? I know -'m bouncing around in joy over here, I'm litterally on a leash. I tried to tell Amy that I'm not a dog, but she has those mood swings, so I limited my complaining to save my life. This said, we hadn't really planned for this, but I'm not one to take a life for no reason, so we decided to keep it. Now I know we're supposed to be married, so... We're going on a honeymoon of sort, after a quick, civil wedding. Kind of. If we survive all of this, we're gonna go for the real thing, but for now, we're going to visit some of the world most extic locations in search of more members for our.... Petting zoo... As Chris so bluntly put it. On that note, getting petting from a hot redhead vixen is something really awesome, Christian. BAM! Take that! Now we're even.
Speaking of hot things, you guys are really doing some crazy stuff out there. Darrel and Austin, you need to take it easy. You're not going to help if you're dead. Then again, who knows. Lizzie laughed at death, so maybe it will work for you two. Lizzie, congrats for your new status and your newfound 'love' for bureaucrathy. Seriously, I know you well and I have no idea what they were thinking. You're an action girl, a thinker, not a... Well, whatever you call paperwork. You should delegate that to someone else and be useful out there, leading your people and what's not. I know you can do it, you just need to be a little more assertive and believe in yourself. Also, I'm sorry in advance for this, but... CHRIS AND LIZZIE, LAYING NEXT TO A TREE, S-E-X....
Da fuck, Amy hit me! It was just a joke, geese! That bi... Female dog. Love you too. Oh wait, what was I saying? Must not have been important. So we're leaving for two weeks, then we will finish regrouping ourselves. By next month, we should move our operations in northen China, closer to the rest of you guys. But for now... It's party time! I'm gonna be a daaaaad! Wooooooooooooooo!!!!!!
PS: I took offense to your comment Chris about us not being human, or real, or something. I feel very much real and smart and stuff, so I don't want to hear anymore of this species bullcrap. We're all equally awesome. Peace and love for all, peps!
Monday, April 8, 2013
I can't begin to describe how much trouble I'm in right now. I must be the biggest, most pathetic and worthless idiot in all creation. I was stupid to think I could ever be my own center of gravity, a power to be reckoned with who could shape human history. That's not what I'm for, and this is what happens when you try so hard to be something you're not. The power and the glory belongs to all of you, or at least to Chris. My fate is to be a safe-house for anyone fleeing the inquisition; a light in the darkness need not burn especially bright. It is better to toil in obscurity in pursuit of virtue than to flail in the light. Or perhaps not. I could choose to prefer to be in the wrong. My heart desires above all to be exalted in the High Heavens and know the thrill of victory. Why should the Truth value of a proposition be esteemed above else?
I suppose all that matters is I live so I can at least remain a pawn to one or all of you. What do I care, I've got wings! Plus it would certainly be more than I deserve. But Darrel, you're closest, so... I need your help. It's only a matter of time before these goons bug out. For now they're hemmed in with the rest of us. We're just inside the border with Turkey impaled in a steep hillside. I'll attach coordinates. Right now I, I can't even stand up, and this f... this place has to be kept safe. It's a treasure. We didn't just find it out in the open, it was buried deep. We only found it because it wanted us to.
Be careful. The General's best troops have formed a ring to keep the Turks off of us, but I doubt they'll want to take me seriously anymore. The LZ is very hot. Gutterdamerung.
Monday, April 1, 2013
We found ourselves in a beautiful village of green, with houses and farms stretching down a quaint and lovely hill. The village itself got more dense as we reached the peak of the hill, which became a dense and thickly populated town of sorts. The people were people exactly as I might have expected them to be, people every bit as real and physical as the people of Earth. They did not speak our tongue, but the time of being bothered by such things is past for me, and it became surprisingly easy to speak even without magical aid. Many recognized me, in fact, and I was hailed as a dreamer of great renown. All showed unto me respect and directed us to the monastery, a massive stone chapel in the center of town called the Temple of the Elder Ones. Within this temple was a wizened man named Atal, fully three centuries old but still very keen of mind and memory. From him I learned where the iris had led Ramira and myself. We traveled in body where most humans will only visit of mind; to the unearthly vistas and impossible world known as the Dreamlands. The place of human slumber for as long as history has recorded.