Awakening the Beast, A Vampire the Requiem Game

[Orgaloth]

The city of New Port. Situated along the West Coast of the United States on the Californian peninsular. New Port is a young city. Only 150 years old. It was founded by Gregory Wilkens as a mining town, but recently it has become a tourist mecca. The city appears to be a nice clean town. Crime is kept down by the local police, who have the best marksman scores in the state. The city also has adopted the three strike policy. this doesn't mean that there isn't crime. If you want something, it can be found. The various gangs vie for control of the drug trade, whilst the Italian Mafia, Russian Mafia, Irish Mafia, Triades, Tongs and Yakuza vie for control of the underworld.

But beneath all this is the World of Darkness. A world run by supernatural beings. Vampires rule the city. They have been here since the founding of the city. Prince of New Port is David Hagen, a germanic vampire of the Invictus convenent. This Ventrue has been Prince for the last century. His Hound, a Nosferatu known only as The Ragman has held the position as long as David has been in power. The Sherrif is a gangrel who came to the city in the last ten years. Sam took the position when the last sherrif, Victor Dice, was killed whilst performing his duty.

The Invictus have the strongest influence within the city, followed closely by the Carthians and the Lancea Sanctum. The Ordo Dracul have a presence here and are constantly struggling with the Circle of Crones for the mystical places.

Prince David Hagen, has declared that the City Hall is Elysium, but this only used on formal occasions. Generally the gatherings of the city's vampires is held at Mansion in the suburb of Lower Hills.

[Orgaloth]

The sun has set on another day. A another day you didn't see, but now that the night has come, so do the predators. As you awaken you discover the note. It's in an envelope, and has been slipped under you door. On the back you see the seal of the prince in the blood red wax.

Upon opening the letter you see the flowing script of the Princes ghoul, there are only three words

It is tonight

Looks like the prince wants everyone to gather. It will be the mansion, as the elysium wasn't mentioned.

[jamfke]

Marcus glared at the note. He never asked for this bull in the first place. He was happy to simply investigate the dead, not being amongst them. Well, technically they were undead, and so was he now.

Wadding up the note, he tossed it towards the already overflowing trash can next to the refridgerator. He opened the door and grabbed a beer. He loved to hear the sound it made when he popped the top. He raised it to his lips and took just a sip, it was almost like sweet nectar. He quickly spat it out before he could swallow it, he'd tried drinking one not long after the Embrace and got the worst dry heaves he'd ever known.

He flung the bottle across the room, smashing it on the wall over the sink. Staring at the liquid rolling down the tiled surface, he grit his teeth in anger at the fact that this was just one of the little things he'd lost since that fateful night.

One day he'd get out from under this curse, one day. But now, he had to attend to the 'Prince's' summons. Some things he now had no control over.

Marcus Toombs, shadow of his former self, grabbed his trenchcoat and slammed his apartment door behind him.

[Orgaloth]

Marcus heads out of his apartment, still being early evening there are people coming home from work, but they seem to give Marcus a bit of a berth. It's been this way ever since his embrace. As he's heading down the stairs he sees old missus Parkins struggling up the stairs with her groceries.

[jamfke]

Still fuming, he nearly brushes past the sweet old lady in his angst.

"Oh, sorry miss Parkins, I uh, I didn't see you there. Want some help?"

[Orgaloth]

"Ohh, ohh. Umm yes dear. Just to my door please." she hands you several of the bags and then you both head off to her apartment. once there she goes to unlock the door, but looks at you uncertainly.

"Ohh thank you." she seems to be waiting and is nervous about something

[jamfke]

"Well umm, I'm in a bit of a hurry, so..."

[Orgaloth]

She waits until Marcus moves away before he hears her opening the door. He's sure he hears her mumbling something about him having changed.

[jamfke]

He thinks to himself, 'Lady, if you only knew!'

Marcus steps outside the apartment building and down the steps to the sidewalk below. He could smell the night air, a mix of exhaust fumes and cheap wine, gotta love this neighborhood.

Fishing his keys from his jacket pocket, he then unlocks his car door and slips behind the wheel. This is one pleasure he can still enjoy. He fired up the engine, put the car in gear and squealed his tires as he pulled out into the street and headed for the rendezvous.

[Orgaloth]

The city whips by, to most it would be a blur, but Marcus sees things differently. Soon the building start to change, getting more elaborate, and larger. As he swings into the drive of the Mansion, the gates open up, just like every other time. There is no-one in the guard house, and no way that anyone could see him approaching from the mansion. Farther up the drive he can see limos and sportcars of the other vamps, but there are number of harley davidsons parked on the lawn. Marcus can't remember seeing those before.

[jamfke]

"Great, the real hell's angels."

He pulls his Crown Vic alongside one of the flashier sports cars, parking just close enough to make its owner cringe when they see it. He slips out easily and makes his way to the front doors of the mansion. No matter how many times he'd been here, he figured he'd never get over the creepy feeling that crawled around inside him ever time he approached them.

[Orgaloth]

As Marcus approaches the door, he catches sight of a figure flitting through the grounds.

[jamfke]

Markus focuses his attention on the shadowy figure, drawing on his new-found abilities to enhance his senses. He even sniffs the air to catch the creature's scent.

[Orgaloth]

As he focuses on the figure, he suddenly realises who it is. It's the Hound, Ragman, the stench of death washes over him. The heavily robed figure stops and looks at Marcus, His face is hidden in the cowl of his robe, but Marcus feels as if he is staring straight into his soul. In a voice that is barely a whisper,

"Go."

[jamfke]

Marcus winces at the odour, then turns back to the doors and raises his hand to knock.