Cthulhu_Wakes
Black Sun in a White World
World Headlines
Astronomers Baffled by Vanishing Stars still (“No explanations have been revealedâ€)
UN Meeting on Astronomical Events Stalled by Violence in Southern Russia
“End of Days†Cry Christian Ministries across South
“The Hyades is still bright†Declares NASA
Local
“Mysterious deaths of murder suspects being investigated†promises Mayor Guillard.
Search called off for missing family after three weeks.
Federal investigators called in to aid with local efforts, says police chief.
The stars are going out, the night skies nearly dark but for the cycle of the Moon.
Autumn has come. With the cooling air and the changing of the leaves, the world waits on baited breath. Both mortal and supernatural have taken the disappearance of the stars to heart since that fateful August night. A furious two months have followed. The world at large is dealing with an upsurge in religious fervor and terror in the usual areas, with science and governments utterly flabbergasted in how to deal with the situation.
The stars going out have unhinged something deep in the primal mind of Man. Each country has coped as it could. Terrorist action and insurgency have gripped several nations, such as Russia, Israel, and Malaysia.
The supernatural world has taken it just as badly. Boston is said to be a madhouse of activity for Kindred and mage alike. The Miskatonic Valley is stirring, some whisper. Strange creatures sighted in the reefs out in the bays. Old native spirits rousing.
Within the streets of Roanton, dark things have begun to leave the shadows. A war has broken out in the ‘hinterlands’ of Roan County since late August between the Outsiders and the Werewolves. Rumor persists that Acolytes of the Circle have been seen joining the wolves in battle against bizarre creatures the likes of which have never been seen. A sense of dread has fallen over the Kindred in the City of Gates. As the nights grow longer, the shadows get deeper and deeper still.
Small measure of comfort is found by the Kindred. The Carthian domain begins to feel the pressure of the larger beasts lurking in the night. Since mid-September, over two dozen thralls and ghouls have vanished, along with kine hikers, and even a family in a bizarre home invasion that still graces the news sites.
At the Remembrance Ceremony, terror and memories of the honored dead were remembered over solemn glasses of wine mixed with blood. Prince Djomon and many of the survivors kept a grim vigil as tales were told by the Carters, Gavin Cosgrave of his time here in the twenties, Peter Thames, and the Prince himself. The Prince wept after his tale was done.
Rumor has it that the tenurial domains of several withdrawn northern Kindred in Clarksville and Dalwart sections of town have been pulled into the madness. But Lord Minageese and Iron Colebrook have not mentioned a thing at the past three Elysium. Since the murders that night in August, the town is in a state of shock. Police have taken to hiring more officers for round-the-clock patrols. The ‘crackdown’ has arrested a number of gang members in the Drears and the busting of a number of drug labs in the upper middle class Clarksville and charging some of them with ‘probable cause’ in some of the killings.
The nights march on. Moonless nights have taken on a dread countenance for many Kindred, some absolutely refusing to leave on such nights.
Word and whispers of the demons stalking the city have gotten out. The war in the north was a large help in that. Yet no one knows exactly what the werewolves and the Acolytes face in the north, a nameless fear. Its minions are bizarre and of a frightful nature. Reports are never the same.
Rumors filtering in on the grapevine have held no true reprieve. The creatures are gathering a host. The brutal rampage that occurred in August was a lone vampire, maybe that bizarre Dragon Ourobouros. Hunters are congregating in the city, come to kill us all! Shooting stars are becoming more frequent. Once the stars all finally disappear, the Long Night will begin and mankind is damned! Trees in Roanton Park are weeping blood on the moonless nights. Strange wolves stalk the night, looking for wayward travelers. And did you hear about Jack? I hear he beats his servants often, uses blood in their drinks to win their affection. Disgusting.
And so it goes.
Doomsaying has reached the supernatural world as well, it seems.
Carter House is packed with Unaligned looking for succor from the terrors in the night. The Prince has declared several warehouses not in use in downtown as free zones for Unaligned to bed down for the night if they so choose. Surprisingly little violence has come from this, though the risks to the Traditions grow greater. The city is taught as a bowstring. The Prince has personally killed three Kindred for extreme violence and frenzying in public areas. Three others now sleep at the bottom of the bay. In some measure of luck, the Unaligned are slowly filtering out of the city due to the dangers. Not all, but a good number of the once burgeoning population.
The more things change, though, the more they stay the same. Some Kindred ignore the prodigies and portents willfully and go about their Danse.
And so we come to tonight, October 15th. The night is chilly with a chance of rain, the thunder in the distance a herald of said rain and of the deepening shadows in all minds and in the city itself. The sun begins to set and a new night, a virtually starless night, begins.
Astronomers Baffled by Vanishing Stars still (“No explanations have been revealedâ€)
UN Meeting on Astronomical Events Stalled by Violence in Southern Russia
“End of Days†Cry Christian Ministries across South
“The Hyades is still bright†Declares NASA
Local
“Mysterious deaths of murder suspects being investigated†promises Mayor Guillard.
Search called off for missing family after three weeks.
Federal investigators called in to aid with local efforts, says police chief.
The stars are going out, the night skies nearly dark but for the cycle of the Moon.
Autumn has come. With the cooling air and the changing of the leaves, the world waits on baited breath. Both mortal and supernatural have taken the disappearance of the stars to heart since that fateful August night. A furious two months have followed. The world at large is dealing with an upsurge in religious fervor and terror in the usual areas, with science and governments utterly flabbergasted in how to deal with the situation.
The stars going out have unhinged something deep in the primal mind of Man. Each country has coped as it could. Terrorist action and insurgency have gripped several nations, such as Russia, Israel, and Malaysia.
The supernatural world has taken it just as badly. Boston is said to be a madhouse of activity for Kindred and mage alike. The Miskatonic Valley is stirring, some whisper. Strange creatures sighted in the reefs out in the bays. Old native spirits rousing.
Within the streets of Roanton, dark things have begun to leave the shadows. A war has broken out in the ‘hinterlands’ of Roan County since late August between the Outsiders and the Werewolves. Rumor persists that Acolytes of the Circle have been seen joining the wolves in battle against bizarre creatures the likes of which have never been seen. A sense of dread has fallen over the Kindred in the City of Gates. As the nights grow longer, the shadows get deeper and deeper still.
Small measure of comfort is found by the Kindred. The Carthian domain begins to feel the pressure of the larger beasts lurking in the night. Since mid-September, over two dozen thralls and ghouls have vanished, along with kine hikers, and even a family in a bizarre home invasion that still graces the news sites.
At the Remembrance Ceremony, terror and memories of the honored dead were remembered over solemn glasses of wine mixed with blood. Prince Djomon and many of the survivors kept a grim vigil as tales were told by the Carters, Gavin Cosgrave of his time here in the twenties, Peter Thames, and the Prince himself. The Prince wept after his tale was done.
Rumor has it that the tenurial domains of several withdrawn northern Kindred in Clarksville and Dalwart sections of town have been pulled into the madness. But Lord Minageese and Iron Colebrook have not mentioned a thing at the past three Elysium. Since the murders that night in August, the town is in a state of shock. Police have taken to hiring more officers for round-the-clock patrols. The ‘crackdown’ has arrested a number of gang members in the Drears and the busting of a number of drug labs in the upper middle class Clarksville and charging some of them with ‘probable cause’ in some of the killings.
The nights march on. Moonless nights have taken on a dread countenance for many Kindred, some absolutely refusing to leave on such nights.
Word and whispers of the demons stalking the city have gotten out. The war in the north was a large help in that. Yet no one knows exactly what the werewolves and the Acolytes face in the north, a nameless fear. Its minions are bizarre and of a frightful nature. Reports are never the same.
Rumors filtering in on the grapevine have held no true reprieve. The creatures are gathering a host. The brutal rampage that occurred in August was a lone vampire, maybe that bizarre Dragon Ourobouros. Hunters are congregating in the city, come to kill us all! Shooting stars are becoming more frequent. Once the stars all finally disappear, the Long Night will begin and mankind is damned! Trees in Roanton Park are weeping blood on the moonless nights. Strange wolves stalk the night, looking for wayward travelers. And did you hear about Jack? I hear he beats his servants often, uses blood in their drinks to win their affection. Disgusting.
And so it goes.
Doomsaying has reached the supernatural world as well, it seems.
Carter House is packed with Unaligned looking for succor from the terrors in the night. The Prince has declared several warehouses not in use in downtown as free zones for Unaligned to bed down for the night if they so choose. Surprisingly little violence has come from this, though the risks to the Traditions grow greater. The city is taught as a bowstring. The Prince has personally killed three Kindred for extreme violence and frenzying in public areas. Three others now sleep at the bottom of the bay. In some measure of luck, the Unaligned are slowly filtering out of the city due to the dangers. Not all, but a good number of the once burgeoning population.
The more things change, though, the more they stay the same. Some Kindred ignore the prodigies and portents willfully and go about their Danse.
And so we come to tonight, October 15th. The night is chilly with a chance of rain, the thunder in the distance a herald of said rain and of the deepening shadows in all minds and in the city itself. The sun begins to set and a new night, a virtually starless night, begins.
