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Post by gina on Jan 24, 2018 11:48:21 GMT -8
Our Setting...
An uneasy quiet has descended over most of Europe. It is January, 1242, according to the Julian calendar, and the great threat of the Mongol Hordes, who had reached as far west as Vienna, have suddenly packed up and disappeared. In their wake, as they retreat from a fight they were most decidedly winning on all counts, they leave only barren wasteland behind, ensuring that none of those conquered will be able to rise up against them for at least a generation or more.
Sides have been drawn up, creating fragile alliances and an equally precarious temporary truce. In the middle of these divided factions lies the fertile plains of Poland, whose greatest city, Kraków, was all but destroyed by the Mongols. Picking up the pieces, the threat now is the ancient rivals on all sides, who stare at each other across Hollow Plains.
Dramatis Personae...
Our player characters for this game are:
Gina: Ilona Jusztina Dragomir Moldoveanu, Tzimisce JiB: Sir Maximillian Bolche, Ventrue, Knight Commander of the Order of the Black Cross, Keeper of Elysium in Kraków under Prince Razkoljna Maire: Runa, Gangrel (?) wanderer from the northern lands Stu: Griogair, Gangrel, former Scottish Laird from the Highlands... on the Islands...
Further character descriptions follow...
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Post by gina on Jan 24, 2018 16:26:47 GMT -8
Ilona Jusztina Dragomir Moldoveanu, House of Șoimescu
Clan: Tzimisce Concept: Mother of Monsters Road, Path: Road of Metamorphosis Generation: 8th Sire: Darvag Grozny Apparent Age: 19 Date of Birth: 1140 CEActual Age: 102 R.I.P.: 1159 CE In life Ilona Jusztina Dragomir Moldoveanu was the only daughter of Boyar Lucien Alexandru of the House of Șoimescu, Moldoveanu, and his wife Maria Scoică. Ilona grew up with 4 brothers, 3 older and 1 younger, in an imposing yet lavish stronghold in the Transylvanian Alps. Due to her father’s position, Ilona was accustomed to a life of privilege that included near constant intermingling with prominent persons of the time. As a young lady of the aristocracy, she was tutored in a variety of subjects from a young age. Though she was tutored in all subjects appropriate of the era, those primarily designed to enhance her suitability as a bride and hostess, Ilona showed an uncommon aptitude and interest in the sciences, particularly the science of life and the body. Her parents indulged this oddity, as it made for rather interesting theatre and conversation at gatherings, and she was granted a special tutor in this area. When she was 15, Ilona's family House was joined in matrimony to an important Wallachian family line, the House of Basarab, via her marriage to Count Balărești, Ștefan cel Bun. Unfortunately and very tragically, her young husband died from illness before her son, Nicolae Radu, was born. Ilona returned ther family home in Transylvania to remain with her parents during her confinement, intending to return to Wallachia with her child when he was old enough to take on the feudal responsibilities of the county with his mother at his side. Those plans were interrupted, when at 19, Ilona was embraced.
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Post by gina on Jan 24, 2018 16:38:21 GMT -8
Sir Maximillian Bolche, Knight Commander of the Order of the Black Cross(Keeper of Elysium in Kraków under Prince Razkoljna) Clan: Ventrue Concept: Knight Commander of the Teutonic Order Road: Via Regalis (Road of Kings) Path: Path of Tyranny Generation: 7th Sire: Jurgen von Verdun Apparent Age: 35 Date of Birth: 1065 CE Actual Age: 177 R.I.P.: 1100 CE Maximillian was born in the Villach region of the part of Germany that would be called the Austro-Hungarian Empire, the younger son of a German Herzog (duke). As a younger son he would be sent to a monastery to satisfy the family’s obligation to the church. From birth he was told that he would be a priest, but he watched his older brothers in their warlike pursuits which seemed to him to be much more appealing to him. On the night before he was to leave to go to the monastery school, the knight arrived out of a raging storm, astride a night black horse that looked like something out of a nightmare. Wrapped in a heavy cloak to ward away the sheeting rain, the man dismounted in the courtyard and was shown into the main hall by servants. Maximillian and his brothers had been sent off to bed, but snuck to the top of the stairs where they could eavesdrop. Their father was a powerful man, a duke in his own right, and nobody argued with him, but this man did, and not only that, but his father was acquiescing to him. But it was the argument itself that held Maximillian amazed, they were arguing about … him. The man said the boy would be wasted as a monk and thus it was that Maximillian found himself bundled up and packed out o the man’s waiting horse and riding off into the night. They travelled by night, always by night. by day they should shelter in a cave or roadside inn always tightly shuttered. The knight, Sir Jurgen he learned though the man did not tell him his name he seemed to be recognized wherever they went, if not by name then by the black cross on his surcoat that even the young Maximillian knew meant a knight of the church. “You will not be a monk,” the man told him as they made their camp well back in a cave not long before dawn. “What will I be then?” he asked, though he’d always been told that he shouldn’t ask so many questions. “We will see,” Sir Jurgen stated flatly, “for now you will be a squire and a novice in the order. In time, we shall see.” Ten years later eyes older than their 20 years looked across a dusty plain at a small town, before nightfall that town would no longer exist, and the saracens in it would all be dead, those that could not flee and there would be few of those. They had already made a name for him, “Sayf Adami,” which he knew meant “Sword of Blood.” This was not the first town that he had destroyed, nor would it be the last, his ferocity and even savagery had made his legend, and won him the one thing that he truly wanted which was the approval of the Master of the Order. “It’s time,” he didn’t speak to anyone in particular but his lieutenant would issue the necessary orders and hell would fall upon the town. He knelt on the kneeler before the crucifix his mind calm, his heart tranquil, though some part of his soul sang at this moment in the quiet stillness of the chapel at the perfection of the moment, the commander himself after all these years said that it was time, time for him to join the inner circle of the knight commanders. Tonight he would partake of the deeper sacrament, and join his brothers in the deepest mysteries. The familiar voice of one of the knight commanders spoke from the shadows at the door, “It’s time.” There was pain in the embrace, but pain is no terror for a knight of the Teutonic order, there was bliss in the embrace something with which he was much less familiar but this was his portion, this was the sacrament that he must take and take it he would though it mean the death of his mortal body he could then carry on the work of the order and rid the world of the saracen plague. Darkness claimed him. Darkness enfolded him. Darkness rebirthed him. His eyes opened on a new night, the very first night and there was hunger, but hunger could be mastered, as could any desire, mastered to serve the purposes of the order, and the Master of the Order, and his own will.
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Post by gina on Feb 4, 2018 9:10:30 GMT -8
Rúna
Clan: Gangrel (?) Concept: Valkyrjr Road, Path: Road of Aesirgard Generation: 7th Sire: Þora Apparent Age: 26 Date of Birth: c. 1075 CE Actual Age: approx. 175 R.I.P.: c. 1100 CE
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Post by gina on Feb 4, 2018 9:13:02 GMT -8
Griogair
Clan: Gangrel Concept: Scottish Laird Road, Path: Road of Humanity, Path of Breath Generation: 7th Sire: Rhûn of Tintagel Apparent Age: 29 Date of Birth: 1038 CE Actual Age: 204 R.I.P.: 1067 CE
In the mid-11th Century, Griogair was a minor laird in the highlands of Scotland. During the Norman conquest of England, he was captured, and eventually imprisoned in Paris (the political reasons for which he never understood). That's where he was Embraced, giving him the tools and opportunity to escape. He returned to Scotland to watch over his family, but did not reclaim his place as Laird again; he knew he was changed. He kept his distance, and kept his watch. Their rivals simply disappeared in the night.
After his children had all passed, and he realized he didn't know his family anymore, and none of them knew him, he ventured to the continent. He tried to associate with mortals, buying land and leasing it to farmers. But he kept mostly to himself. Eventually, he moved on. He came to Kraków just before the turn of the century. Liking it here, with others of his own kind to socialize with. He still takes pleasure in mortal pleasures, harvest festivals and such, the times of year when he can most easily really interact with mortals.
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