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| The Calm Before The Storm; Chronicle #1 | |
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| Topic Started: Wednesday, 23. February 2011, 06:44 (812 Views) | |
| Mael | Wednesday, 23. February 2011, 06:44 Post #1 |
 
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 The night was colder than most, London had plummeted into the very depth of winter and was feeling its icy chill. The time clocked 2am and the room of Primogen had grown silent. They had gathered at the usual haunt at an unknown location in the City of London, the very heart of their controlling body. “We are without a Prince Damien, this serves to be an issue. Indanté has called regarding the situation; he is most displeased with our lack of a figurehead”. The Nosfertau hushed across the long table to the standing Ventrue. “We are all aware of the situation Markus. The more pressing matter is the power balance that is developing throughout the city. We are losing our grasp on the outer rims. Do you have anyone lined up for the post? Perhaps Indanté will dispatch an Archon to deal with these matters?” The room was not as usual expected, there was no banter nor was there any disagreement. Instead a web of concern was slowly spreading and infecting everyone in council. “I have a solution Gentlemen”. A crisp British accent echoed from the shadows. Immediately the Primogen were to their feet, read to defend themselves. Perhaps a Sabbat had managed to find his way into their midst, instead they were greeted by a fellow elder. “Ladies and Gentlemen I mean you no harm, I simply have a proposition that I would like to extend to you” His words floated through the air and were met by murmuring discussions. Markus the Nosfertau Primogen recognised the kindred immediately. “Lucien Chambers” The creature enquired. “You have remained silent for so long, you have contributed little from the sidelines and now you wish to address a most prestigious panel. Why should we not simply kill you?” Lucien Chambers straightened up immediately. His appearance was impeccable, brown slick haircut, his three buttoned Italian suit and incredibly shiny patent shoes. He was the definition of clan Ventrue. “It is entirely simply my fellow Kindred” He paused, musing on the subject. “I have something you all desire so greatly”. Again there was the hum of hushed conversation. “I have ambition” Chambers roared and laughed hysterically afterwards, stopping for a moment to continue. “We are without a visible leader, I do realise that our recently deceased leader was simply a puppet to your games – that I am well aware of. But to the Neonates out there on the street, we are a floating ship without a captain. I have lived too long to see my organisation drop into ruin. This is MY city, I was born here and I will die here” He circled the room; the Primogen had now become silent again and seemed to be hanging onto his every word. “I hold the media, the police, politicians and most forms of business in my pocket. It is only with this that we can control and harness the power of our underlings” “But you are entirely correct Damien; we face a much greater foe then the mortals. Those vermin that engulf the east are slowly making their way into the centre and as soon as Westminster falls – the entire city will crumble. The Anarch’s to the north are growing in their numbers also; soon we shall find ourselves a free state?! I would fight until the last breath before seeing such a thing. “You need a leader, someone who is willing to take this organisation to the very gates of Lucifer and kill him in his own circle of hell. I am Lucien Chambers, I have served this organisation for over two hundred years and I will not see it be destroyed now. It is my intention to retake the east, to re-establish a scourge worthy of combating those disgusting abominations that look to take our liberty away. “We have many things to fear Gentlemen; this is simply the calm before the storm. We must be prepared and well equipped; we must rebuild a broken society. We must prevail – through any means necessary” “I am your Prince” Indanté’s office was immediately informed, The Primogen all in agreement. Lucien Chambers had become the Prince of London; the waiting had finally paid off and now the hard part would finally begin. War is coming to London..... |
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