Post by Rule Hound on Apr 29, 2016 15:07:02 GMT
Petitioning Low Clan NPC's in Trieste to vote for her.
Done, their support will come through Morbus assuming she meets his price.
You have a vision. You spend several nights re-living this. Of Carthage prior to it's fall.
A great and mighty Brujah standing in their pompous glory. A Toreador putting brush to canvas. The Brujah shrinking and slightly shriveling. A Malkavian dreaming and watching the scene, laughing in mad glee as a elephant stomps on the throne of the Brujah. They shrivel just a little bit more. A Ventrue heaping great tithes at their feet. As each coin is counted the Brujah shrivels a little more. The shadows loom over.
A Nosferatu peeking out of a mouse hole. Skittering over to the shrunken Brujah. Squeaking in their ear. In weak despair the Brujah nods. The mouse departs only to return with a wolf chasing on it's heals. The mouse runs through the pile of treasure. The Wolf following scatters the coins and gems in puffs of smoke.
The Brujah Grows stronger. The mouse confronts a man of alien beauty. They wave their hand and there are several mice. Then take one and it grows. Altering it they set this new monstrosity down. Then take up another and another. The mouse charges off. The mouse/monster creatures follow the mouses lead. Charging across the landscape they find the toreador waving his canvas as you would at a bull. Following the mouse Charging they rip right through turning the canvas to smoke.
The Brujah grows stronger.
The appears in the dream bubble of the Malkavian. Jumping on the throne as the foot descends. The mouse calls to a colorfully dressed woman dancing in flowing skirts. Each time she spins another throne is created. The Elephant is confused and stampedes shattering the dream cloud into a broken mirror of repeated images.
The Brujah grows.
The little mouse once again steps out of it's hole, now a cave. It becomes hideously deformed as the veil slips from its body.
The Nosferatu points at first the Wolf/now gangrel, then at the Tzmitze, then the Ravnos and several other similar images. Each in turn look to the Nosferatu awaiting it's next action.
The Nosferatu looks to the Brujah who then nods their head in deep respect and agreement. The others take up the Brujah, place them on their throne as the Nosferatu returns to his cave.
He reaches up and pulls a shadowy form from the entrance roof of his cave. And drags it with him as he disappears within.
Done, their support will come through Morbus assuming she meets his price.
You have a vision. You spend several nights re-living this. Of Carthage prior to it's fall.
A great and mighty Brujah standing in their pompous glory. A Toreador putting brush to canvas. The Brujah shrinking and slightly shriveling. A Malkavian dreaming and watching the scene, laughing in mad glee as a elephant stomps on the throne of the Brujah. They shrivel just a little bit more. A Ventrue heaping great tithes at their feet. As each coin is counted the Brujah shrivels a little more. The shadows loom over.
A Nosferatu peeking out of a mouse hole. Skittering over to the shrunken Brujah. Squeaking in their ear. In weak despair the Brujah nods. The mouse departs only to return with a wolf chasing on it's heals. The mouse runs through the pile of treasure. The Wolf following scatters the coins and gems in puffs of smoke.
The Brujah Grows stronger. The mouse confronts a man of alien beauty. They wave their hand and there are several mice. Then take one and it grows. Altering it they set this new monstrosity down. Then take up another and another. The mouse charges off. The mouse/monster creatures follow the mouses lead. Charging across the landscape they find the toreador waving his canvas as you would at a bull. Following the mouse Charging they rip right through turning the canvas to smoke.
The Brujah grows stronger.
The appears in the dream bubble of the Malkavian. Jumping on the throne as the foot descends. The mouse calls to a colorfully dressed woman dancing in flowing skirts. Each time she spins another throne is created. The Elephant is confused and stampedes shattering the dream cloud into a broken mirror of repeated images.
The Brujah grows.
The little mouse once again steps out of it's hole, now a cave. It becomes hideously deformed as the veil slips from its body.
The Nosferatu points at first the Wolf/now gangrel, then at the Tzmitze, then the Ravnos and several other similar images. Each in turn look to the Nosferatu awaiting it's next action.
The Nosferatu looks to the Brujah who then nods their head in deep respect and agreement. The others take up the Brujah, place them on their throne as the Nosferatu returns to his cave.
He reaches up and pulls a shadowy form from the entrance roof of his cave. And drags it with him as he disappears within.