VarionusNW

Into the Harsh Light of Day

@Wraithblade6 I assume you were referencing Temperance's character in that post. You directly controlled Temperance's character, which, if done without permission, is Godmodding, and is against the rules. I just want to ask if you at least got permission from Temperance before doing that.

Into the Harsh Light of Day

The way the vampire Society is set up for this game is very similar to the White Wolf role playing/storytelling Vampire games (Vampire: The Masquerade and Vampire: The Requiem). I like it

Is this still open to new players?

@Divine Darkness

Yes.

Hey, I found that spam was really in need of this.

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Into the Harsh Light of Day

Alright. I'll just say that Aldaric blames Octavius and his followers for the destruction of his coven and their way of life. There must have been some bloodshed somewhere in the past, particularly when the punishments for most of these agreed-upon rules is death.

@Wraithblade6

Yea, sorry. I tend to get carried away when arguing, even though I was basically arguing over nothing.

Into the Harsh Light of Day

The IC is up!

Into the Harsh Light of Day

December 1st, 2015, Washington D.C. 19:15

Octavius watched as the series of highly respected figures filed into the conference room in silence. They took their seats in the rows, and scattered among them were the other 7 members of Octus. It was an awkward system, to have almost a hundred purebreds sit in on a meeting, but none of them know who the actual members of Octus were, well, except for Octavius.

The conference room was much more of an auditorium, being a large enough hall to house the many vampires present at the meeting. Octavius sighed as he leaned on his cane, waiting for everyone to take their seats. Upon this, Octavius made his way through the rows of seats in near-silence, the only sound being the tapping of his cane against the floor. He took his place in front of a podium, which held a small stack of papers and a microphone before him.

"Good afternoon, my compatriots. This will be the final meeting of the year! How wonderful." He said this last comment with a spit of sarcasm, inciting no reaction from the crowd of pures, who simply wanted to know the situation, and get any problems dealt with. "Alright..." He said, recovering from the silence. "We have a few things to cover tonight, but first of all, I would like to ask that we finally get something done about the seventh law." As he said this, the rows filled with groaning and laughter.

"What do you expect us to do about it? We've voted on it for 7 meetings now, and 5 members voted against each time. We don't need to waste more time getting nothing done." Someone from the front row spoke up in anger.

"Actually it was 6 against, last time." Said another vampire from farther back.

"Alright, then, let us get to the more important things, then." Said Octavius, as he balled up a few of the papers in his hand, throwing them to the ground at his feet. "You all know that there has been increased feral activity within the last 2 months. It has apparently caused enough concern that I had about 4,000 requests to bring it up at this meeting." Octavius took a step back from the mic, pulling his phone slightly out of his coat pocket to press the send button. "Given the large number of reported murders, our only case of action is to stomp out these ferals. We don't have enough manpower to take them down, though. I know that none of you want to throw your entire brood at what could be only a few psychopaths, so I have devised a solution.

A man walked through the door at the back of the room. Just by looking at him, they could tell that he was human. This sent a shock that reverberated around the room.

"What the hell is he doing here, and who is he, Octavius!" Yelled the man from the from row.

"Calm down, all of you. This is Mr. Locke, a hunter. His weapons have been confiscated, and he is constantly being monitored, so don't worry. Over the past few weeks, I have been conversing with a few hunters who would be willing to work with the Society to stop these feral vampires." As the hunter walked past the rows of seats, he got nothing but dirty looks from the vampires around him who were barely restraining themselves from killing him.

The hunter took a few deep breaths as he was walked. He could feel their hate in the air, and each row he passed felt like an eternity. The worst part was that they'd taken his weapons at the door; chum in the water. Attempting to protect his identity, the man always wore a mask while hunting, and in this particular case, a mixture of several disgusting colognes, in an attempt to hide his scent even a little bit. A measure he wouldn't normally take, but this was a frankly horrifying situation.

"Alright, calm down, buddy. They can smell fear. You agreed to put yourself in this situation, so deal," he thought to himself as he stepped up next to the podium. As Locke came to the podium, Octavius placed his gloved hand on his shoulder, adding more awkwardness to the silent atmosphere of contempt and hatred.

"Mr. Locke, I do thank you for risking yourself by coming here. Now, is there anything you want to say to my compatriots before I talk about tonight's voting?" Octavius' face contained a mix of calmness and sadism as he patted the hunter on the back.

Locke cleared his throat as he approached the mic.
"Uh, yes. First of all, thank you for having me, I feel this meeting could be very beneficial, to both of our parties. I risk my own life coming here tonight because I believe that it's in the best interest of both our... Species. Because frankly, it doesn't look good for either of us if we don't come to some common ground here." Octavius clapped a small amount, stopping only when he realized that no one else had joined in.

"I agree completely. You see, folks, if we don't work with these hunters, well, we are all doomed, vampires and humans both. Ferals are a damn scourge, and only by working together can we wipe them out." Octavius' face had started to contort with anger, though his composure had stuck to such an extent that even with this anger, you couldn't really tell his mood. He had begun to lean on the podium while speaking, so he stood straight again, and fidgeted with his tie for a second. "Alright, what I have determined that we do is make 2 addendums to the tenth law, allowing us to create temporary allies with hunters, under the condition that they only hunt ferals. As well as those, we will be enlisting hunters and monitoring their activity. Action against ferals will be heavily encouraged, maybe even rewarded. All of this is listed within the document I sent to each of you last night, under the title 'Inquisitional Alliance Treaty'. All those willing to sign the document will sign the copy on the table to my right." Octavius pointed to a table to his right with a pile of papers and a long sheet of parchment layed out on its surface. "Oh, Mr. Locke, it would be best for you to leave now."

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3 hours later.

Octavius made his way into a limousine parked the side of the street. The meeting had gone better than he expected, and he couldn't believe he convinced those stubborn fucks to something as insane as working with hunters.

"Jeeves, airport. I don't want to be here for much longer, this city reeks of human. I think this is the one city I hate more than Chicago." Of course, Octavious really hated Chicago.

December 20th, 2015, Chicago, Illinois 21:36

The rain had only just stopped pouring as Octavius found himself in a construction site, standing over the mutilated corpse of a former member of his brood, next to the hunter who had agreed to help him only a few weeks prior, and the hunter who had let them on the site.

"These bastards never stop feeding, do they?" Octavius said blankly, the only discernible emotion being the slight faltering in his voice. His left hand grasped his cane with enough force to kill a man.
"Apparently not," Locke replied as he knelt next to the corpse, examining it.

"Well, whoever this feral was, he or she had to have known this vampire was up here. They lock this place up at eight o' clock sharp. Our perp probably invited them here. I heard the disturbance, saw the body, called you guys. Was just about to leave too. Happened just after closing." Elijah pointed towards the chest cavity. "I thought it was a normal murder until I saw the blood drain and her heart crushed. Looks like someone pretty much ripped her heart out with their bare hands."

"She was a hard worker, too. It's such a shame to see her torn apart by someone who was too hungry to wait for a human to pass by. Whoever did this can't be that far away, right?" Octavius pressed a few buttons on his phone, sending out some of his brood to search for the perpetrator.

Locke stood up.
"Y'never know... You vamps are a slippery bunch..."

"Well, I guess we need to notify everyone, then. I would implore both of you to contact other allied hunters in the area, and I will get the other pures notified as well. We might need as many hands as we can get to hunt this bastard down." Octavius walked off, without even waiting for a response, and made his way back to his vehicle, sending a number of messages from his phone in the process.

Locke had pulled out a phone already, but stopped to look up as he noticed Octavius walk off without saying anything. The hunter sighed.
"Vampires..."

"Suppose I can burn this vamp body we got here anyway boss. Seems like our vampire friend doesn't value their comrade's remains. You'd better call the other hunter in the area, get him over here to debrief him."

"I plan to, Elijah, don't worry."

The masked hunter stooped over the corpse once more, looking for anything that might have left DNA traces.

"... Nothing. Alright, torch it," he said, while he pulled out his flip-phone again, sending texts to the local hunters: "Got an F, huge construction site, North side. Get here now."

[Collaboration by VarionusNW, NyteM4re, and Exodus]

Into the Harsh Light of Day

@VarionusNW

You are totally misunderstanding me. You see, according to our OC, there was a time before the Society began. During it's creation and establishment, and probably for a short while afterward, they certainly would have had opposition. ie. to deal with vampires who refused to accept the Society. There would have been wars, other factions, rebel lords, etc. who they had to defeat in order to become the single governing establishment among vampire kind. This all occurred hundreds of years before the current setting. Am I right about this?

So, I assumed that Aldaric could be from one of the Society's enemy groups. His group believed that massacre, etc. was a vampire's right as the superior species, and so they fought a battle with the Society vampires at some point.

Clearly the Society vampires won and that is why there are no enemy vampire groups left. All that is left is the society. Is this right?

@Wraithblade6

The society started as what was essentially a doctrine. Vampires followed it of their own will. These ideas were spread across Europe and Asia, but they were never really forced on anybody. Sure, there would be people who disliked the idea of Society, but it wasn't a mandatory set of ideas, and they weren't even laws. At that time, it was simply a list of restrictions that people maintained on their own. It became popular because it helped to reduce the number of active hunters, which used to be relatively high.

If a group of Vampires believed that they had the right to massacre humans, they would be more likely to be killed by hunters, not followers of Society. So, The Society grew because it reduced the threat of hunters, and those who would appose society became the largest targets for hunters. By the 1400s, The Society's followers wanted a centralized government, and any detractors were the minority. Any detractors were still more likely to be killed by zealous vigilantes and hunters than anyone working under the power of Octus and The Society. If they did get killed by member of Society, it would be due to those laws being broken. Just having a different view wasn't an issue, but breaking the laws of The Society would of course be the issue.

Society wouldn't have fought any battles. It would just have beat out any other ideas, as it was the most favorable.

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I think he meant his family wanted that bro.

@Nytem4re

Even then, "rebellion" isn't even considered by the law. Again, only if the laws are broken is there any action. So, if the family was murdering/enslaving humans in droves, yea, action would be taken, but if the family was just trying to convince vampires to join their side, no.

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Muahahaha Those actions included all out rebellion. They wanted vampire dominance all over the world.

@Wraithblade6

Since when have I stated that The Society wanted dominance? Their goal was simply to set and follow a list of restrictions to preserve both vampires and humans. There wasn't even a centralized governing force until the 1400s, and even then, they didn't attempt to gain any sort of worldwide dominance.

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Ok. Well, applying those laws to them basically means they all have to be killed for refusing to follow. That is why his whole family was attacked and killed.

@Wraithblade6

Well, that would only be killed if they were breaking those laws. His family would only be slain as a result of their own actions.