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| Topic Started: Tuesday, 29. September 2015, 19:36 (188 Views) | |
| NPC | Tuesday, 29. September 2015, 19:36 Post #1 |
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The Game Master
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Prince and Primogen of London ! Clan Gangrel is in a weak position in the London domain, as it is weak in members as well as in influence. The lack of a Primogen is especially appalling, so I have decided to come to London to claim the Outlander seat on the London council by right of age and because no Gangrel has contested or challenged my claim to the Primogency. Thus, after all traditions and customs have been adhered to, as they will be, I hereby announce my claim to the Gangrel Primogency so those who object can challenge it. Murray C. Campbell Childe of Jaroslav Childe of Iolanta of Nieplomice Childe of Arnulf the Beast Childe of Pard |
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| Elagabalus | Tuesday, 29. September 2015, 20:14 Post #2 |
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Your Own Personal Jesus
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When this word reached Marcus, he was prowling the gaming floor of the Clermont Club. Specific ring tones alerting him to specific interests made him notice this message on his phone. When he noticed it, he had to vent, and he had to vent quickly.. Finding Mr Cornwall, Marcus still had his phone in his hand. He approached the ghoul and instantly shoved his phone in Mr Cornwall's hand, allowing him to read the message. He kept his voice low, but still appearing to be in a panic as he relived his concerns to the ghoul. "You see this? Now who is this?.. Yes, they've been without a Primogen for sometime, but is that the way that it's done? "Those who object can challenge it"!? This is a joke, right?" He took his phone back from the ghoul, looked at the phone screen, and then whispered names to the ghoul. "Pard..? Arnulf the Beast.? Campbell?" He pointed a finger at Mr Cornwall. "You find something.. No, this is to sudden. You find me something, Mr Cornwall. Seek Miss Sheridan if you have to." then he took his finger back and stood hunched over, silently and in thought for a moment. He shook his head to himself, then spoke to Mr Cornwall again. "I don't know.. I don't know.." he turned his back to Mr Cornwall, placed his hands behind his back, and walked back into the crowd of human gamblers. He walked passed the guests of the club appearing to be in a deep thought over something. |
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| Hannah | Wednesday, 30. September 2015, 13:18 Post #3 |
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Wicked Witch of the West
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Five was better than four. Uneven was more practical than even and a council representing more of the population of London more legitimate than one that made decisions above the heads of most. For the local Camarilla, an expansion of the council was a positive development. Still... Hannah lip curled back in a feral snarl rereading the short missive for the 5th time. Come to London. Come to claim. Challenge. Claim away, why don't you. By right of age no less. Henderson would need to approve the seat first. And no sign of respect towards the current Primogeniture, no advance warning or invitation to meet. Briefly, Hannah felt compelled to throw the laptop against the door. It took the better part of a minute to fight off the urge. Once composure was regained, she traced a long nail over every line on the paper one last time. At least the progeny of Arnulf the Beast and Jaroslav the Squinting Rat, hadn't devolved beyond the ability to tap computer keys. Traditions and customs adhered to. The presumption. If he honestly adhered to Gangrel tradition and custom, his level of political involvement wouldn't rise above growls and grunts. A preposterous generalization, she knew, but she was feeling malicious. If he had just come to London, then he was utterly new to the city and its inhabitants. Maybe the Gangrel in the city wouldn't 'challenge' Mr. Campbell for fear of their existence, but they might resent a newcomer claiming to speak on their behalf. Contemplating which Apprentice would be the most suited to inquire after the new arrival, the Witch snatched an envelope out of the drawer and slid the neatly folded printout in. Standing up, she exited her cramped office and started on the long walk down into the bowels of Millbank towards the Regent's office. Edited by Hannah, Wednesday, 30. September 2015, 15:45.
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