Snippets of conversation drift through the city’s fog enshrouded architecture. Half remembered voices echo and dance amidst the gothic architecture to form words I could barely form on misbegotten lips. I do not remember how long I have been here amidst the crimson fog of endless sleep, but the fact that I know I sleep at all speaks to me of ( Read more... )

I've some irons in the fire but schools kicking my butt at the moment. I'll write more when the dust settles.

  We sit in silence, watching one another and I cannot help but silent agree once again with her assessment ( Read more... )

Hey guys, going to be making  a new Toreador here in a bit and I'd be very interested in making ties.  I'm still hashing out his background a bit and where I want to go with him so....yeah.  Ideas I guess.

Ok so...

I have concepts for OWoD, that being a Salubir Anti and Cattiff in Cam/Anarch respectfuly, but I was wondering if anyone had any suggestions?  I've been steadily fading out of the hobby and I'm trying to get back into it.

I have things to put up, I swear!  Just need to find a moment when I'm not writing for school to finish them up >.

  "It is a simple matter of choice."

Her gentle tone drifts across the small chamber, intertwining with the steady echoed beat of water droplets randomly falling from the rough hewn sealing.  It is a soft blend, the sound of my daughter's voice mingled with the natural resonances of this resting place and yet the cold logic of her statement saps ( Read more... )

I'll post something soon-ish, just been really busy.

It'll be massively back dated but it's something I was working on a while back.

Anyone have a PDF copy of Laws of the Night and Laws of the Sabbat I could pilfer?  I'm pondering making a character or two.

The moment I step off the plane I feel nearly uncontainable fury rear its head like a clenched fist in the center of my chest.  I pause, my foot just inches above the slick black surface of the tarmac and tilt my head back slightly to scent the air.  Chemical exhaust, wet grass, the damp stench of decaying flesh underlined in sharp contrast of pine ( Read more... )