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@BenG85
I'm picturing a modern time period for convenience. The monsters are not exactly common knowledge, but a handful of people do know about them. Crackpot academics, the town drunk, high level government agents sworn to secrecy, that kind of thing.
I'm picturing a modern time period for convenience. The monsters are not exactly common knowledge, but a handful of people do know about them. Crackpot academics, the town drunk, high level government agents sworn to secrecy, that kind of thing.
The creatures walk among us.
Scholars of the forgotten arts of bygone ages. Misshapen castoffs of the most extreme fringes of science. Those cursed to wander the earth in an undying and monstrous frame. The lonely last survivors of prehistoric history.
For centuries, they have hidden, their rare attempts at friendship with humanity met with fear and violence. They have grown bitter, accustomed to being met with torches and pitchforks, or even tanks and artillery. And so they have stayed in their isolated lagoons, their crumbling castles, their secret chambers beneath opera houses.
But in recent years that has begun to change. Among the creatures of the night was one with unrivaled power: Vlad the III, Count of Wallachia, the Impaler. A great sorcerer, brilliant scholar, charismatic leader, and of course one of the most powerful vampires in recorded history. Slowly, over the years, he began to gather and organize the creatures of the night. Resources were pooled, wealth accumulated, knowledge shared. Some were fully loyal, others raged against his slow pace.
Dracula gathered several of the best and brightest to him. He was wise enough to understand the need for their counsel and perspectives. His closest advisers became the Council of the Night, using their connections and newfound status to build their own power bases. They formed their own plans, their own secretive agendas. Ostensibly, the Council of the Night was a group of equals, but Dracula kept them all in line.
But now, suddenly, Dracula has disappeared without warning. And with a power vacuum at the head of the table, all hell is about to break loose.
Welcome to Council of the Night, an RP based heavily on the classic Universal Horror movies of the early 20th Century. It's been a while since I've seen a good old monster mash, so bring your Frankenstein, your Wolfman, your Invisible Man. Expect horror themed politicking and power struggles that threaten to break into supernatural violence at any time. Form alliances, backstab one another, put evil plans into action, have prolonged battles. Welcome to a world of gods and monsters.
Scholars of the forgotten arts of bygone ages. Misshapen castoffs of the most extreme fringes of science. Those cursed to wander the earth in an undying and monstrous frame. The lonely last survivors of prehistoric history.
For centuries, they have hidden, their rare attempts at friendship with humanity met with fear and violence. They have grown bitter, accustomed to being met with torches and pitchforks, or even tanks and artillery. And so they have stayed in their isolated lagoons, their crumbling castles, their secret chambers beneath opera houses.
But in recent years that has begun to change. Among the creatures of the night was one with unrivaled power: Vlad the III, Count of Wallachia, the Impaler. A great sorcerer, brilliant scholar, charismatic leader, and of course one of the most powerful vampires in recorded history. Slowly, over the years, he began to gather and organize the creatures of the night. Resources were pooled, wealth accumulated, knowledge shared. Some were fully loyal, others raged against his slow pace.
Dracula gathered several of the best and brightest to him. He was wise enough to understand the need for their counsel and perspectives. His closest advisers became the Council of the Night, using their connections and newfound status to build their own power bases. They formed their own plans, their own secretive agendas. Ostensibly, the Council of the Night was a group of equals, but Dracula kept them all in line.
But now, suddenly, Dracula has disappeared without warning. And with a power vacuum at the head of the table, all hell is about to break loose.
Welcome to Council of the Night, an RP based heavily on the classic Universal Horror movies of the early 20th Century. It's been a while since I've seen a good old monster mash, so bring your Frankenstein, your Wolfman, your Invisible Man. Expect horror themed politicking and power struggles that threaten to break into supernatural violence at any time. Form alliances, backstab one another, put evil plans into action, have prolonged battles. Welcome to a world of gods and monsters.
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The Council of the Night- Universal Horror Inspired RP
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6 yrs ago
Forum: General Interest Checks
The creatures walk among us.
Scholars of the forgotten arts of bygone ages. Misshapen castoffs of the most extreme fringes of science. Those cursed to wander the earth in an undying and monstrous frame. The lonely last survivors of prehistoric history.
For centuries, they have hidden, their rare attempts at friendship with humanity met with fear and violence. They have grown bitter, accustomed to being met with torches and pitchforks, or even tanks and artillery. And so they have stayed in their isolated lagoons, their crumbling castles, their secret chambers beneath opera houses.
But in recent years that has begun to change. Among the creatures of the night was one with unrivaled power: Vlad the III, Count of Wallachia, the Impaler. A great sorcerer, brilliant scholar, charismatic leader, and of course one of the most powerful vampires in recorded history. Slowly, over the years, he began to gather and organize the creatures of the night. Resources were pooled, wealth accumulated, knowledge shared. Some were fully loyal, others raged against his slow pace.
Dracula gathered several of the best and brightest to him. He was wise enough to understand the need for their counsel and perspectives. His closest advisers became the Council of the Night, using their connections and newfound status to build their own power bases. They formed their own plans, their own secretive agendas. Ostensibly, the Council of the Night was a group of equals, but Dracula kept them all in line.
But now, suddenly, Dracula has disappeared without warning. And with a power vacuum at the head of the table, all hell is about to break loose.
Welcome to Council of the Night, an RP based heavily on the classic Universal Horror movies of the early 20th Century. It's been a while since I've seen a good old monster mash, so bring your Frankenstein, your Wolfman, your Invisible Man. Expect horror themed politicking and power struggles that threaten to break into supernatural violence at any time. Form alliances, backstab one another, put evil plans into action, have prolonged battles. Welcome to a world of gods and monsters.
Scholars of the forgotten arts of bygone ages. Misshapen castoffs of the most extreme fringes of science. Those cursed to wander the earth in an undying and monstrous frame. The lonely last survivors of prehistoric history.
For centuries, they have hidden, their rare attempts at friendship with humanity met with fear and violence. They have grown bitter, accustomed to being met with torches and pitchforks, or even tanks and artillery. And so they have stayed in their isolated lagoons, their crumbling castles, their secret chambers beneath opera houses.
But in recent years that has begun to change. Among the creatures of the night was one with unrivaled power: Vlad the III, Count of Wallachia, the Impaler. A great sorcerer, brilliant scholar, charismatic leader, and of course one of the most powerful vampires in recorded history. Slowly, over the years, he began to gather and organize the creatures of the night. Resources were pooled, wealth accumulated, knowledge shared. Some were fully loyal, others raged against his slow pace.
Dracula gathered several of the best and brightest to him. He was wise enough to understand the need for their counsel and perspectives. His closest advisers became the Council of the Night, using their connections and newfound status to build their own power bases. They formed their own plans, their own secretive agendas. Ostensibly, the Council of the Night was a group of equals, but Dracula kept them all in line.
But now, suddenly, Dracula has disappeared without warning. And with a power vacuum at the head of the table, all hell is about to break loose.
Welcome to Council of the Night, an RP based heavily on the classic Universal Horror movies of the early 20th Century. It's been a while since I've seen a good old monster mash, so bring your Frankenstein, your Wolfman, your Invisible Man. Expect horror themed politicking and power struggles that threaten to break into supernatural violence at any time. Form alliances, backstab one another, put evil plans into action, have prolonged battles. Welcome to a world of gods and monsters.
The year is 2027. The field of genetic engineering has been so heavily regulated as to be virtually outlawed. Accordingly, organized crime groups such as yakuza, triads, the 'Ndrangheta, and so on have taken to funding underground research in the field for their own profit. At great expense and effort, the various syndicates are now in control of the newest weapons of mass destruction: gigantic skyscraper-sized living organisms known as kaiju. Now it is time for them to put them to use, and for the world's governments to find a solution.
The premise is simple, really. You play as a faction with a few viewpoint characters within it, perhaps a crime syndicate or a national government. What you do is up to you and your characters. Make alliances, fight one another, pursue your own agenda.
Fair warning, it's been some time since I played and I might be a bit rusty. Let me know if this might be of interest to anyone.
The premise is simple, really. You play as a faction with a few viewpoint characters within it, perhaps a crime syndicate or a national government. What you do is up to you and your characters. Make alliances, fight one another, pursue your own agenda.
Fair warning, it's been some time since I played and I might be a bit rusty. Let me know if this might be of interest to anyone.
@Metatrooper
Wherever feels natural. Right now we have major battles going on in Lille, Reykjavik, and New York City. Kaiju are rampaging unopposed in Kampala and the Chilean wilderness. Or you can do your own thing, of course.
Wherever feels natural. Right now we have major battles going on in Lille, Reykjavik, and New York City. Kaiju are rampaging unopposed in Kampala and the Chilean wilderness. Or you can do your own thing, of course.
The Accuser tilted its head quizzically at the challenger who rose from the remains of the Lille Citadel. If there had been eyes in the empty pits of its skull-like face they hight have registered surprise.
Indeed, all through Lille, a sudden silence descended. The roar of cannons, rattle of machine-gun fire, and crash of shells suddenly stopped as the French troops stared at the newcomer in surprise and wonder. Instinctively, they knew from looking at Gadreel not to fire. Even the radio net fell silent for a few brief seconds as the two giants stared one another down, and the only sounds were those of the city dying- the roar of flames, the rattle of dying wounded, the crash of falling buildings.
The Accuser was first to recover from its stupor, suddenly raising its arms with palms out. Suddenly, long snaking lengths of barbed wire shot out, whipping about like living things. The thick lengths, thicker than tree trunks wrapped around Gadreel's legs and tightened, the huge metal barbs digging in. The Accuser continued its assault, opening wide its gigantic mouth and emitting another plume of yellow-covered mustard gas, aimed directly at Gadreel's face.
As the two titans began their battle, the very earth shaking at the force of blows, the hundreds of soldiers still in Lille began receiving orders, directly from the Chiefs of Staff, Cabinet, and President in their bunker beneath the Élysée Palace.
Cease fire.
Operational authority is being ceded from the Army to the Air Force.
Immediately withdraw along the shortest route to at least ten kilometers from the Lille city center. Take any civilians you encounter but do not stop to look for them.
And then the last terrible sentence of that order, the one that made jaws drop and eyes go wide.
“The use of nuclear weapons has been authorized.”
KILJU, NORTH KOREA
When the attacks began, most heads of state had quietly removed themselves to bunkers, military bases, or other secure locations- none of them wanted to follow the example of the President of Uganda, now confirmed to be yet another casualty of Sesota's rampage through Kampala.
When the Beloved Leader insisted on being flown to this remote rural area, site of several important military bases and the country's nuclear program, his staff had assumed he was following suit. An uncharacteristically sensible move, with giant monsters rampaging across the world and three battles occurring between the kaiju. But the Beloved Leader did not appear afraid or worried, his staff noted with worry. Rather he seemed angry. Determined. Even pleased, at times, which went right back to angry at any time the streaming news feed on his tablet (one of the only uncensored Internet feeds in the entire country) showed footage of the newly ambulatory Statue of Liberty.
His staff grew even more concerned at the orders they were told to radio ahead to their destination, one of the secretive bases in the area. Rather than have the garrison gear up and prepare for defense, the Beloved Leader wanted them all in full dress uniform and prepared to hear a speech from the Beloved Leader. Instead of preparing living quarters and crisis meeting rooms in the tunnels beneath the base, they were to prepare a flight suit in the (quite large) size of the Beloved Leader. And of course the references to Project Chollima. Even the personal entourage of the Beloved Leader, privy to the darkest secrets of the land, had never heard of such a project.
Finally, their curiosity had gotten the better of them. Several whispered arguments and drawn straws later, one of the staffers directly asked the Beloved Leader in a quaking voice what exactly was planned.
The Beloved Leader smiled tolerantly, giving the staffer hope that perhaps he would not be imprisoned for the heinous crime of asking a question. Looking over his glasses in a fatherly way, the Beloved Leader replied, “Simple. The full scientific might of the Democratic People's Republic of Korea will be applied to the benevolent purpose of saving the world from the plague of giant monsters.”
He beamed with pride. “And I, of course, will be the instrument of their salvation.”
@The Wyrm Still here. Sorry, been occupied with holiday stuff but now that's behind us I should be proceeding apace.
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