Are homebrew Chapters allowed? Kind of have an idea for a Night Lords successor chapter.
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With the coming of the second millennium, comes uncertainty on where mankind’s path is heading towards. Perhaps the weak powers of the world would rise to take prominence? Maybe the promises of technology would finally let mankind get past its squabbles? Yet, with all these expectations, the phantom of the past still haunts the present.
Deep beneath the underground of Tokyo, the remnants of the Ahnenerbe’s research into magical phenomenon has been reclaimed, given new life by members of the Sponheim Abbey. Their research, is of course, heretical, and as such has been hidden from the rest of mage society - with some very powerful sponsors backing them up.
Many of the participants in their tests were either fooled into believing their contracts were far more mild in nature, or were non-magical individuals kidnapped due to their relative weakness against the mages. What resulted was twenty years of experimentation and research, all focused around the various magical abominations that the Ahnenerbe thought up.
To the mages that took in their research, the Ahnenerbe had achieved some truly extraordinary things in their very short-lived existence. Though their focus was mostly on the old mysteries that the organization had found, ultimately, it was the research into human transformation that would truly elevate their work to new heights.
It seemed that the mysteries of bygone ages could be reclaimed, and perhaps even the path to the Truth realized in a short time with what they had access to, but something went… wrong… One of their subjects escaped.
Meanwhile on the other side of the world, an organization would be formed to research biological and drug-induced mind control technology inherited from Project Paperclip - an initiative to bring German scientists after the second world war to America for their expertise. These scientists, however, were only truly involved in the technological aspect of the operations of Germany, and as such, were ignorant of the Ahnenerbe’s true undertakings.
Of course, the Soviet Union acquired their own scientists as well, necessitating the existence of the organization itself, and with their rival’s collapse, came a scattering of technologies across the world. The dissolution of the USSR meant several entities had access to these technologies, and that the facilities used to store any experimental subjects were left to rot, allowing some to escape.
The initiative of the organization in the present is to capture these few subjects, and begin research into their rival’s findings. Of course, in the present day, things have been mostly contained, however, there have been some strange incidents in the streets of Tokyo. From mysterious mass disappearances, to extremely violent murder scenes that made even the most seasoned of detectives hurl.
It seems to the organization that Tokyo - a previously unprecedented location for subjects - has become the playground of a particularly violent one. But truth be told, this “Advanced Research Specimen (ARS)” was in fact the one that escaped the Abbey mages’ facilities, currently on the run, fending for its life in a foreign city.
What will this wayward soul face in the coming days? Who knows, only fate can truly tell.
Hello! It is I, GOATPlumber, and I am currently looking for a GM for the plot above, in which I will be the escaped subject. I will provide details in the thread or in DMs about the exact character sheet once someone has shown interest in GMing this!
Deep beneath the underground of Tokyo, the remnants of the Ahnenerbe’s research into magical phenomenon has been reclaimed, given new life by members of the Sponheim Abbey. Their research, is of course, heretical, and as such has been hidden from the rest of mage society - with some very powerful sponsors backing them up.
Many of the participants in their tests were either fooled into believing their contracts were far more mild in nature, or were non-magical individuals kidnapped due to their relative weakness against the mages. What resulted was twenty years of experimentation and research, all focused around the various magical abominations that the Ahnenerbe thought up.
To the mages that took in their research, the Ahnenerbe had achieved some truly extraordinary things in their very short-lived existence. Though their focus was mostly on the old mysteries that the organization had found, ultimately, it was the research into human transformation that would truly elevate their work to new heights.
It seemed that the mysteries of bygone ages could be reclaimed, and perhaps even the path to the Truth realized in a short time with what they had access to, but something went… wrong… One of their subjects escaped.
Meanwhile on the other side of the world, an organization would be formed to research biological and drug-induced mind control technology inherited from Project Paperclip - an initiative to bring German scientists after the second world war to America for their expertise. These scientists, however, were only truly involved in the technological aspect of the operations of Germany, and as such, were ignorant of the Ahnenerbe’s true undertakings.
Of course, the Soviet Union acquired their own scientists as well, necessitating the existence of the organization itself, and with their rival’s collapse, came a scattering of technologies across the world. The dissolution of the USSR meant several entities had access to these technologies, and that the facilities used to store any experimental subjects were left to rot, allowing some to escape.
The initiative of the organization in the present is to capture these few subjects, and begin research into their rival’s findings. Of course, in the present day, things have been mostly contained, however, there have been some strange incidents in the streets of Tokyo. From mysterious mass disappearances, to extremely violent murder scenes that made even the most seasoned of detectives hurl.
It seems to the organization that Tokyo - a previously unprecedented location for subjects - has become the playground of a particularly violent one. But truth be told, this “Advanced Research Specimen (ARS)” was in fact the one that escaped the Abbey mages’ facilities, currently on the run, fending for its life in a foreign city.
What will this wayward soul face in the coming days? Who knows, only fate can truly tell.
Hello! It is I, GOATPlumber, and I am currently looking for a GM for the plot above, in which I will be the escaped subject. I will provide details in the thread or in DMs about the exact character sheet once someone has shown interest in GMing this!
The night was dark. Enough to suffocate the world itself with the sheer lack of light. It was as if the moon and sun had been removed from the Earth’s view, leaving it in complete, cold darkness. Its source? The Ghost Liner that had traveled to the middle of the city, to where it sensed its first victim to be.
Meanwhile, up in his ivory tower, the Lord of the Clocktower observed through familiars the entity that had just emerged from the shadows. Of course, he was afraid - not that he would admit it. The message from the Overseers meant that whatever it was that entered his territory was something that not even his Servant alone could deal with.
But before he could even hope to change anything, something shifted in the bounded fields that he had casted over the high-rise hotel. It was not subtle at all. An abrupt, erratic change in the air that shook him to the core. He was sweating now, a cold chill running up his spine.
It had entered the hotel. That by itself was cause for concern - if not downright panic - however, what came with it was even worse. Countless humans had become distorted, shifted into something abominable, their souls twisted into an alien form. From what he gathered, it was similar to the curse of the Dead Apostles, yet so much different from them.
“Fellow participants…” His voice was shaky, an audible tremble to it.
“...one of the Ghost Liners has entered my workshop. I am sending you the coordinates of my workshop immediately…” It was abundantly clear that the man was afraid, even from the familiars that he used to communicate with the others and the Overseers.
Upon hearing this news, the Overseers immediately opened up their communications: “Attention all participants of the War: the first Ghost Liner has been spotted in the workshop of one of the participants. The coordinates shall be sent to you shortly.” And with that, the location of the Lord’s workshop was relayed to the rest of the participants. Hopefully, he would somehow keep his pride, the Lord thought to himself.
But in the darkness near the workshop, something else emerged, a being cloaked in corrupted light that sought to destroy the one that had tried to kill it. It was the second Ghost Liner that had emerged, and it simply watched what was to occur in silent observation.
“Interesting…”
Meanwhile, up in his ivory tower, the Lord of the Clocktower observed through familiars the entity that had just emerged from the shadows. Of course, he was afraid - not that he would admit it. The message from the Overseers meant that whatever it was that entered his territory was something that not even his Servant alone could deal with.
But before he could even hope to change anything, something shifted in the bounded fields that he had casted over the high-rise hotel. It was not subtle at all. An abrupt, erratic change in the air that shook him to the core. He was sweating now, a cold chill running up his spine.
It had entered the hotel. That by itself was cause for concern - if not downright panic - however, what came with it was even worse. Countless humans had become distorted, shifted into something abominable, their souls twisted into an alien form. From what he gathered, it was similar to the curse of the Dead Apostles, yet so much different from them.
“Fellow participants…” His voice was shaky, an audible tremble to it.
“...one of the Ghost Liners has entered my workshop. I am sending you the coordinates of my workshop immediately…” It was abundantly clear that the man was afraid, even from the familiars that he used to communicate with the others and the Overseers.
Upon hearing this news, the Overseers immediately opened up their communications: “Attention all participants of the War: the first Ghost Liner has been spotted in the workshop of one of the participants. The coordinates shall be sent to you shortly.” And with that, the location of the Lord’s workshop was relayed to the rest of the participants. Hopefully, he would somehow keep his pride, the Lord thought to himself.
But in the darkness near the workshop, something else emerged, a being cloaked in corrupted light that sought to destroy the one that had tried to kill it. It was the second Ghost Liner that had emerged, and it simply watched what was to occur in silent observation.
“Interesting…”
I will not be erased
Deep within the Grail, something stirred, a man- no, an entire lineage of souls - all melded into one body. It was not unlike the machinations of a certain bloodsucker, but far more chaotic. The mixture of the countless thoughts writhed, one moment wishing for death, and the other, utterly disgusted at the thought of going quietly into that good night.
Indeed, it would not be erased. That was the wish that all souls shared collectively - even if they wished for death, they still sought to be remembered in some way - that was simply the depth of their pride that even in this state of undeath, they still wished to leave a mark.
And leave a mark they would. Kyoto would be turned into rubble, that was the last wish of a dying clan. From the very deepest crevices of the Grail’s power, the chimeric existence that was once the Fujiwara clan summoned forth a single soul.
Blackness and shadows would coalesce into the center, the screams of over twenty thousand men, women and children crying slowly getting louder and louder as the swirling vortex of black particles began to speed up more and more. Within the cavern of the Grail’s storage, the holy waters that made up the lifeblood of the artifact stirred, as if it was boiled to the point that the primordial stew within it would separate into different parts.
It was like the heating of a vegetable to remove the starch - the separation of corruption from the pure. For decades, the part of the Grail that had been corrupted and the parts that remained pure were entangled in each other, neutralizing each other’s effects, but now? They had wholly separated with the summoning of the Ghost Liner.
The shadows faded, and the Spirit emerged from the canopy of black. There was a moment of realization, of the circumstances of the summoning as he stared at the pitiful, chimeric mass of flesh and spiritual residue in front of him, but that moment of thoughtful rebellion would be banished the moment its Master opened its many mouths to speak: “With my command spells, I order to you to put a stain on this very land, to engrave the very legend that you so despise into your very existence.”
Many voices spoke in unison - one of the only times they were united - and the crimson flames started to engulf the Servant.
He screamed, his pale skin and hair seemingly stretching and pulling as his body began to transform, and in his last breaths of sanity, he spoke: “I am not a vampire!”
The screams would continue for a while, before suddenly being cut off by an eerie silence. With the emergence of this new form, the chimeric existence began to calm down, and the Servant looked at its Master, before uttering opening its mouth: “Disgusting.”
Those were the last words the chimera would hear, before it was enveloped in hundreds of small stakes, all of them piercing the flesh of the gelatinous form, yet it could not recover, unable to regenerate - a curse placed on him by the newly crowned prince of darkness, and the ruler of the Grail.
As the form of its “Master” began to fade away, the Servant would slowly approach the exit to the cavern, the shadows seemingly following him, as if he was their master. As he approached the surface, bats began to become visible in the light of the moon, shining so silently through the forest - oh yes, it was a forest, as he emerged from the entrance of the cavern and quickly glimpsed the full moon high above, illuminating the trees.
“Ha.” He would chuckle, holding his precious spear in his hand.
“Hahaha!” The laughter would not be heard by anyone else, but he still laughed anyway.
“What a wonderful world! Truly, it is ripe for corruption!” He would laugh and laugh, as the corrupted mud of the Grail would follow him, shadowing their master, but in the depths of the cavern, something else would begin to form. As the vampire would leave the scene, a single remnant of its Master would crawl into the pit that still had the purity of the Grail, a single puddle left from the overflowing of the goblet as the corrupted mud rapidly exited its form.
Slowly but surely, nerves began to form, then bones, and then flesh, before finally, over the course of minutes, the form of a human began to finally take shape. He was mature, barely above his thirties, and for a few moments, the only expression on his face was a blank countenance, yet this would of course be a transient thing, as the beginnings of a smile would begin to appear on his face.
“Ah, yes.” It was a matter-of-fact statement, almost devoid of emotion, save for the hint of excitement in his voice.
“Victory… I have claimed victory, yet I have not yet destroyed that corruption.” He looked to the entrance of the cavern, seeing the traces of the vampire who had just left.
“Saint Graph Classification: Ruler - Spiritual Signature: Unknown. Most closely related to Heroic Spirits.” A robotic voice would speak out from within his mind, the knowledge that the Grail provided flooding into his consciousness.
His smile would grow wider, after all he - the last of a dying lineage - had somehow cheated a fate worse than death. Elsewhere, the overseers of the war, the mage from the Clocktower and the priest of the Church, would detect the dissonance in the Grail, and the two anomalies that had just been summoned.
Shortly after, an announcement would ring out through the minds of the Servants and Masters participating in the War: “Two anomalous Ghost Liners have been detected, and corruption has been detected within the boundaries of Kyoto. Cease all fighting and focus on destroying the two threats. The purification of the Grail is paramount.”
Deep within the Grail, something stirred, a man- no, an entire lineage of souls - all melded into one body. It was not unlike the machinations of a certain bloodsucker, but far more chaotic. The mixture of the countless thoughts writhed, one moment wishing for death, and the other, utterly disgusted at the thought of going quietly into that good night.
Indeed, it would not be erased. That was the wish that all souls shared collectively - even if they wished for death, they still sought to be remembered in some way - that was simply the depth of their pride that even in this state of undeath, they still wished to leave a mark.
And leave a mark they would. Kyoto would be turned into rubble, that was the last wish of a dying clan. From the very deepest crevices of the Grail’s power, the chimeric existence that was once the Fujiwara clan summoned forth a single soul.
Blackness and shadows would coalesce into the center, the screams of over twenty thousand men, women and children crying slowly getting louder and louder as the swirling vortex of black particles began to speed up more and more. Within the cavern of the Grail’s storage, the holy waters that made up the lifeblood of the artifact stirred, as if it was boiled to the point that the primordial stew within it would separate into different parts.
It was like the heating of a vegetable to remove the starch - the separation of corruption from the pure. For decades, the part of the Grail that had been corrupted and the parts that remained pure were entangled in each other, neutralizing each other’s effects, but now? They had wholly separated with the summoning of the Ghost Liner.
The shadows faded, and the Spirit emerged from the canopy of black. There was a moment of realization, of the circumstances of the summoning as he stared at the pitiful, chimeric mass of flesh and spiritual residue in front of him, but that moment of thoughtful rebellion would be banished the moment its Master opened its many mouths to speak: “With my command spells, I order to you to put a stain on this very land, to engrave the very legend that you so despise into your very existence.”
Many voices spoke in unison - one of the only times they were united - and the crimson flames started to engulf the Servant.
He screamed, his pale skin and hair seemingly stretching and pulling as his body began to transform, and in his last breaths of sanity, he spoke: “I am not a vampire!”
The screams would continue for a while, before suddenly being cut off by an eerie silence. With the emergence of this new form, the chimeric existence began to calm down, and the Servant looked at its Master, before uttering opening its mouth: “Disgusting.”
Those were the last words the chimera would hear, before it was enveloped in hundreds of small stakes, all of them piercing the flesh of the gelatinous form, yet it could not recover, unable to regenerate - a curse placed on him by the newly crowned prince of darkness, and the ruler of the Grail.
As the form of its “Master” began to fade away, the Servant would slowly approach the exit to the cavern, the shadows seemingly following him, as if he was their master. As he approached the surface, bats began to become visible in the light of the moon, shining so silently through the forest - oh yes, it was a forest, as he emerged from the entrance of the cavern and quickly glimpsed the full moon high above, illuminating the trees.
“Ha.” He would chuckle, holding his precious spear in his hand.
“Hahaha!” The laughter would not be heard by anyone else, but he still laughed anyway.
“What a wonderful world! Truly, it is ripe for corruption!” He would laugh and laugh, as the corrupted mud of the Grail would follow him, shadowing their master, but in the depths of the cavern, something else would begin to form. As the vampire would leave the scene, a single remnant of its Master would crawl into the pit that still had the purity of the Grail, a single puddle left from the overflowing of the goblet as the corrupted mud rapidly exited its form.
Slowly but surely, nerves began to form, then bones, and then flesh, before finally, over the course of minutes, the form of a human began to finally take shape. He was mature, barely above his thirties, and for a few moments, the only expression on his face was a blank countenance, yet this would of course be a transient thing, as the beginnings of a smile would begin to appear on his face.
“Ah, yes.” It was a matter-of-fact statement, almost devoid of emotion, save for the hint of excitement in his voice.
“Victory… I have claimed victory, yet I have not yet destroyed that corruption.” He looked to the entrance of the cavern, seeing the traces of the vampire who had just left.
“Saint Graph Classification: Ruler - Spiritual Signature: Unknown. Most closely related to Heroic Spirits.” A robotic voice would speak out from within his mind, the knowledge that the Grail provided flooding into his consciousness.
His smile would grow wider, after all he - the last of a dying lineage - had somehow cheated a fate worse than death. Elsewhere, the overseers of the war, the mage from the Clocktower and the priest of the Church, would detect the dissonance in the Grail, and the two anomalies that had just been summoned.
Shortly after, an announcement would ring out through the minds of the Servants and Masters participating in the War: “Two anomalous Ghost Liners have been detected, and corruption has been detected within the boundaries of Kyoto. Cease all fighting and focus on destroying the two threats. The purification of the Grail is paramount.”
<Snipped quote by Double D>
As @GOATPlumber has been busy and we need an additional Rogue Servant, Grendel is provisionally approved.
I'll approve this
Kayneth El-Melloi Archibald
“Very well… let this alliance be formed.” He spoke through one of his familiars, this time a lowly insect that could only truly deliver information from one place to another. Overall, it was in his best interest to form this alliance.
The insect then spat out some fluids, which quickly formed into what seemed to be cursive and elegant text - a contrast to the common dirt that it layed on top of. It was a contract, not exactly of the same potency as a Geis, but enough to give enough hefty punishments for all those that would violate the contract.
“I would prefer if you signed the contract, though it is purely optional in nature, as I do not want you to be forced to do anything too out of your range of comfort.” As uncharacteristic as it may be, he was still a lord, and someone fully capable of negotiation despite his pride.
“Please, take your time. I will not force you to rush.” His voice was surprisingly neutral, now free of that smugness that so permeated earlier.
Meanwhile, somewhere else, with the company of Oleg-Marie, Kayneth's bird familiar spoke: "Now, what shall we do as our first act of our alliance?"
The bird spoke with a neutral tone, leftovers from Kayneth's emotions when handling the others that wanted to form an alliance as well. It was clear that he wanted to do something significant - the more bombastic and noticeable acclaimable to him, the better.
“Very well… let this alliance be formed.” He spoke through one of his familiars, this time a lowly insect that could only truly deliver information from one place to another. Overall, it was in his best interest to form this alliance.
The insect then spat out some fluids, which quickly formed into what seemed to be cursive and elegant text - a contrast to the common dirt that it layed on top of. It was a contract, not exactly of the same potency as a Geis, but enough to give enough hefty punishments for all those that would violate the contract.
“I would prefer if you signed the contract, though it is purely optional in nature, as I do not want you to be forced to do anything too out of your range of comfort.” As uncharacteristic as it may be, he was still a lord, and someone fully capable of negotiation despite his pride.
“Please, take your time. I will not force you to rush.” His voice was surprisingly neutral, now free of that smugness that so permeated earlier.
Meanwhile, somewhere else, with the company of Oleg-Marie, Kayneth's bird familiar spoke: "Now, what shall we do as our first act of our alliance?"
The bird spoke with a neutral tone, leftovers from Kayneth's emotions when handling the others that wanted to form an alliance as well. It was clear that he wanted to do something significant - the more bombastic and noticeable acclaimable to him, the better.
Here's something for the heroes to chew on.
Approved.
Kayneth El-Melloi Archibald
“I will say, that is a rather impressive act coming from you.” The bird spoke, and the Lord of the Clocktower smugly held his chin in his hand. This was impressive to him as far as he was concerned- he never thought of the Animushpheres as a particularly impressive clan of individuals, yet this boy actually displayed some level of conviction.
“Very well, let our alliance to end a fool’s supposed tyranny commence.” The Grail was his to claim, if he played his cards right. He could not let his arrogance cloud his judgment, so that this entire situation could be resolved.
He wondered though, if the boy was willing to do drastic things in order to win the war, and ultimately, destroy his father for whatever reason that he believed in, and so, the Clocktower Lord’s familiar spoke up: “Are you willing to commit any act to get to your goal, Oleg-Marie?”
The Lord stared intently at the projection that was in front of him, of the prospect of his alliance with the boy. If he would answer to his satisfaction, then he would perhaps not betray him in the end.
@Letter Bee
“I will say, that is a rather impressive act coming from you.” The bird spoke, and the Lord of the Clocktower smugly held his chin in his hand. This was impressive to him as far as he was concerned- he never thought of the Animushpheres as a particularly impressive clan of individuals, yet this boy actually displayed some level of conviction.
“Very well, let our alliance to end a fool’s supposed tyranny commence.” The Grail was his to claim, if he played his cards right. He could not let his arrogance cloud his judgment, so that this entire situation could be resolved.
He wondered though, if the boy was willing to do drastic things in order to win the war, and ultimately, destroy his father for whatever reason that he believed in, and so, the Clocktower Lord’s familiar spoke up: “Are you willing to commit any act to get to your goal, Oleg-Marie?”
The Lord stared intently at the projection that was in front of him, of the prospect of his alliance with the boy. If he would answer to his satisfaction, then he would perhaps not betray him in the end.
@Letter Bee
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