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THE MONSTER OF EALING
Last night, several people reported the sighting of a "screaming red monster" in a quiet neighbourhood of Ealing. After a power shortage in the area, a building caught fire. It was then when, what was described as a "man shaped, footless creature" emerged from the flames, leaping, running, and screaming. One woman has told our reporters that the man had "teeth like a wolf, and the face of the devil". Police officers are still trying to get to the bottom of this; neither the power shortage nor the fire have still been explained. A spokesperson from Scotland Yard has stated that the "so called monster" might be a wounded person, escaping the fire.

TRAGEDY IN TOOLEY STREET
The police has found the bodies of three TFL workers in the construction site at Tooley Street. One of their colleagues raised the alarms last week, when the three workers didn't attend their shifts. The bodies of the men have been found in a deep hole, uncovered by the refurbishment works that are taking place in the area. According to the Police, the bodies were horribly mutilated, which has led to the wildest speculations. The names of the three workers are being kept anonymous, following the wishes of their families.

HOROSCOPE
MARCH 8 - PISCES
You are used to making sacrifices, to prioritising the happiness of others before yours. Even though that is a noble attitude, there are times in life where the only healthy alternative is to embrace your own selfishness and allow yourself some enjoyment. Reserve one hour per day to do something you really like. Treat yourself! Your colour for this month is blue.
Echoes from the past ring back into London. Their intensity increases until they are deafening. What once was a faded memory of a glorious time, now becomes a shocking reality. The consequences of actions taken decades ago ripple into the present, altering the lives of everybody in the City. Unguided and blind, Kindred wander around, trying to make profit out of the reigning chaos.


The appearance of four mysterious figures turned the city upside down. Mistrust and jealousy became the official currency of London. Serpents and fiends rise to power, misdirecting the blaming eyes of the Camarilla towards imaginary enemies. Only those with clear vision and the ability to trust each other strive, while the rest run towards a shallow grave.



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Current Chronicle: Dragons and Lions; Pride and Fire
Current Season: Spring
Controlling Sect: Camarilla



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Population: 31

Camarilla
Anarchs
Other
Ventrue: 1
Toreador: 5 (6)
Brujah: 2 (3)
Malkavian: 7
Tremere: 2
Nosferatu: 3
Gangrel: 1
Ventrue: 1
Toreador: 0
Brujah: 2 (3)
Malkavian: 0
Nosferatu: 1
Gangrel: 1
Setites: 5
Sabbat: ???


THE CAMARILLA

Prince

Nobody

Sheriff
Meredith Furlong
Hounds
Robyne Sheridan
Rosella Marie Allain


Keeper of Elysium
Davvad Bisset

Grand Harpy
Catherine Wilke

Primogen
Ventrue: Marcus Antonio Russo
Brujah: Thomas Krusen
Gangrel: Alexa Mallik
Malkavian: Ellora Reese
Tremere: Hannah Sundling
Toreador: Arsenio Pozzi
Nosferatu: Dogan Khojak



ANARCHS

Baron

Khoza

Baronets
Enfield: Leslie
Haringey & Barnet: Clarice Harris
Harrow: Jelena Korolenko

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You find yourself in London on a dreary, foggy night like any other. But what lurks in the shadows is the stuff of fantasies and nightmares, far from mortal reality.

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Climbing out of your own grave
Topic Started: Thursday, 26. May 2016, 23:31 (145 Views)
Tsar Ilya the First
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Ilya stared at the skull in his hand. A few meters away, Olga played some video game on a tablet. She was kneeling on the floor, wearing only lingerie. House rules hadn't change. But the owner was not the same man.

Damascus had been everything he expected, but twisted in ways that made it pointless. Camarilla factions warming each other through kine proxies; flesh machines becoming ground meat on the streets, dark fanatics trying to win over anybody to their cause, and assassins lurking in the shadows, murdering indiscriminately people from every faction. Hell.

The brujah from Moscow supported the current prince, while the ventrue from overseas maintained that the seneschal, pretender to the seat, had a better claim. They even assisted the existing anarchs, on the condition of them becoming terrorists for hire. Nobody complained about that.

He went there with the idea of preaching the gospel of freedom for kindred, seeking to establish a secure network, like the one in London, for smart freedom fighters to congregate instead, he ended caught up in a thick web of dubious loyalties, judged by those who were supposes to be on his side, due to his ways of treating line. The irony was horrifying,

Somebody had hired Bilal, promised him some outlandish reward for his head. He became a target. It had been a horrible experience. Bilal was extremely efficient. He killed three of ilya's local ghouls in less than a nig,leaving him mostly I defended. If he was still alive, and back in his palace at Princess Manor, it's all thanks to his amulets. Bilal couldn't commit to lighting the match that would have reduced Ilya to ashes, when subject to the shame projected trough Ilya's gold chain. Shame made him hesitate, cry blood tears, and bow. Ilya had no shame, but a machete. The head got turned into ashes quite fast, but he kept them in a flask, and later on used them to make a resin skull, to remember how his own vanity had nearly cost him hs life.

He went to Damascus believing he could spread the seed of change, and build an empire from the ruins of yesterday's society, and only got trapped between questionable loyalties, and murderous enemies. London felt like a safer bet by now.

He typed a quick message in the Network. There were no news. At all. Absolute silence. That could be a source of worry, or a blessing.

It was time to take back the kingdom, and forget about the empire.
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