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London Legacies Gazette: Second Edition

   Posted by: TriJin    in Legacies Gazette

March 31, 1891
editor Nisha Rayna
senior reporter Pip Zarad

On the streets of our dark city
by  Aerial

Seems our city saw some excitement last Friday in front of the local pub “Ten Bells” as Kyra took matters into her own hands when the new local law  was not around.  After being attacked the night before by Vog, and blinded days earlier by Nee the following occurred Friday March 27th.

[10:11]  Kyra  directs the work men: Please be careful..yes…” She replies as they say where the item is placed
[10:11]  Neecholette Daxeline: Nee lifts her eyes…notices Kyra nearby…
[10:12]  Neecholette Daxeline: She sighs and wonders what she is up to now….
[10:13]  Kyra  turns and sniffs the air: Nee..hun..is tha toyu?
[10:16]  Neecholette Daxeline: “yes Kyra…what do you want/”
[10:16]  Kyra  says as she walks forward: You were kind enough to come and offer friendship..the least I camn do is return the favor
[10:17]  Neecholette Daxeline: she raises an eybrow….not sure what to expect….
[10:17]  Kyra  offers her hand…
[10:18]  Neecholette Daxeline: Nee hesitates…but as the forgiving sould she is…extends her hand to hers…
[10:18]  Neecholette Daxeline: soul*
[10:18]  Kyra  smiles kindly as chains with  a special oil that  causes nee to be plaint…
[10:18]  Kyra  attempts to attach a chain to Neecholette Daxeline
[10:19]  Neecholette Daxeline: Nee pushes her and fights back
[10:20]  Tim Werefox: “Kyra what are you doing”
[10:21]  Kyra   snarls: Do you think..I would allow the insults .. you and vog ..did to me last night?
[10:21]  Tim Werefox tries to increase their damage potential.
[10:21]  Tim Werefox puts on Armor.
[10:22]  Neecholette Daxeline: Nee shakes her head in disbelief….”another mad woman on the loose….”
[10:22]  Kyra  puts on Armor.
[10:24]  Kyra  eyes look wild with pain: I defended you.. stood up for you..and then you blinded me..and attacked me last night.. your..your Vog.. stripped me and hung me on my own ship
[10:25]  Nee tries to increase their damage potential.
[10:25]  Nee puts on Armor.
[10:27]  Neecholette Daxeline: Nee leans confidently leans back looking at the woman…but says nothing….
[10:28]  Neecholette Daxeline: “all this because of a book?….” Nee says mockingly…
[10:29]  Kyra  jerks her up:  no.. because you blinded me..and then had vog attack me…
[10:29]  Kyra : ((Tamryn Khandr rolls a d100. Result is 78))
[10:29]  Nee: ((Neecholette Daxeline rolls a d100. Result is 92))
[10:29]  TriJin Bade: ((the attempt is thwarted and Nee escapes Tamryn’s capture))
[10:30]  Kyra  attempts to remove the chain from Neecholette Daxeline
[10:30]  Neecholette Daxeline: Nee pushes her back…”Vog does what he wants…don’t get me involved…”
[10:30]  Kyra  reaches out and grabs her again: Not..so fast…
[10:31]  Kyra  attempts to attach a chain to Neecholette Daxeline
[10:31]  Kyra : ((Tamryn Khandr rolls a d100. Result is 50))
[10:31]  Nee: ((Neecholette Daxeline rolls a d100. Result is 41))
[10:32]  Kyra  jerks her up,..ans stumbling leads her to the stake
[10:32]  TriJin Bade: ((the chain rattles, swinging around and catches Nee on the arm, draping down in a flimsy way. Nee isnt secured))
[10:32]  Neecholette Daxeline: Nee pulls Kyra’s hair…and scratches her face and neck…
[10:33]  Kyra  holds on as she shape changes: Hold still sweetie..so far have not cut you
[10:34]  Neecholette Daxeline: “Kyra don’t …do this…”…Nee could do so much to her….but she refrains…afraid that the GOL will turn against her even more ….
[10:34]  TriJin Bade: [the chain drapes across the stone floor, still weakly attached to Nee]
[10:35]  Kyra  fumbles..attempting to chain her to the thing
[10:35]  Kyra : ((Tamryn Khandr rolls a d100. Result is 93))
[10:35]  Nee: ((Neecholette Daxeline rolls a d100. Result is 18))
[10:36]  Neecholette Daxeline: Nee is near tears…as she struggles to undo the chains….”Kyra…you are not thinking right now…please let me go….the consequences of this will be greater than anything seen before..”
[10:36]  TriJin Bade: [Krya throws the chain tightly around Nee, totally securing her. Nee is bound and held fast]
[10:36]  Kyra  eyes..though blind ..are glowing and harsh: You betrayed…me..you had Vog..attack me..and embarrass me..
[10:37]  Kyra  attempts to remove the chain from Neecholette Daxeline
[10:37]  Tim Werefox: “Kyra this is too much”
[10:38]  Tim Werefox: “You cant do this”
[10:38]  Kyra  turns to the sound of tims’ voice:  were you attacked…after blinded..wre you tied to a pole on your own ship..and th eclothes stripped off you?
[10:38]  Neecholette Daxeline: “so you do this because Vog attacked you…I don’t control what he does….”
[10:39]  The Unnamed: ((Neecholette Daxeline is given 50 experience points.))
[10:39]  Neecholette Daxeline: Nee stares at her with much evil in her eyes….
[10:39]  The Unnamed: ((Tamryn Khandr is given 50 experience points.))
[10:39]  The Unnamed: ((Tim Werefox is given 50 experience points.))
[10:39]  Mona Babii stands there minding her own business near the crowd, until someone names her friend, and one of her brows arch. She steps closer to hear more closely to the conversation.
[10:40]  Kyra  shakes her head..her voice cold: I do this..because..while he beat me down…you rummaged through my shop…stole from me… You..you blinded me…you..sent vog after men
[10:40]  Tamryn Khandr: Me*
[10:40]  Neecholette Daxeline: “you have no idea what you are doing….all demons will awake to find you….”…she says coldly…
[10:40]  Tim Werefox shouts ” Be silent woman2… then turns to Kyra ” I know what they did was wrong on you,but like justice be done as it should…please ”
[10:41]  Kyra  shakes her head: I have not harmed her..she does not bleed…her eyes still see….
[10:41]  Neecholette Daxeline: Nee’s gaze is piercing….
[10:42]  Nic looks at everyone…what is going on here?
[10:42]  Neecholette Daxeline: “Nic..please undo me…this woman has gone mad….”…Nee pleads….
[10:43]  Tim Werefox In a low voice says ” Kyra this is not how she should be punished”
[10:43]  Nic looks to nee..and why does she have you up there nee?
[10:43]  Neecholette Daxeline: Nee adds quickly…”she is doing this to me because of what apparently did to her….”
[10:43]  Tim Werefox ” Where you with her last night Nic”
[10:43]  Mona Babii ’s ears perk curiously at the man’s question
[10:44]  Neecholette Daxeline: Vog*
[10:44]  Neecholette Daxeline: Nee shakes her head in disguss….as she has no control over Vog….
[10:44]  Nic: “no i was not…infact i was attacked by vog last night just for standing near them”
[10:44]  Kyra  does not awer the man..but answers Nees remark: Nee…go ahead..please act the innocent… you play it so well.. you drew me in with tale of being scared..of being hurt…all the while you manupliate…well..tied here you can  be a “player” for th ecrowds
[10:45]  Tim Werefox: “Please tell me what you was”
[10:45]  Tim Werefox: saw*
[10:45]  Mona Babii smirks at Kyra’s words
[10:46]  Neecholette Daxeline: Nee sighs deeply…worried about what is to come…..
[10:46]  Nic: “i did not see anything..just the two of them standing by the bridge to lord corvus and lady mei’s old home”
[10:46]  Mona Babii … just then, she waggles her fingers towards Nee, the very first woman she met at that weird town … “Hello!”
[10:47]  Neecholette Daxeline: ‘i will tell you why Nic….Vog attacked you….I tried to stop him….”
[10:47]  Tim Werefox: “So what made vog attack you then”
[10:47]  Kyra  realizes that is the man they bragged about attaking earilier: Sir..they mentioned attacking you..they came for me near my shop
[10:47]  Neecholette Daxeline: Nee looks over to the stranger….she nods but says nothing…
[10:47]  Nic: “i do not know but i would like to hear it from nee….since she did not try to stop him..but infact ran away quickly”
[10:47]  Neecholette Daxeline: Nee says in almost a whisper..”he knows about the kiss Nic…”
[10:48]  Mona Babii chuckles
[10:48]  Tim Werefox looks at Nic…” What is she talking about ”
[10:49]  Tim Werefox: “me turns to see the little Elf, but needs to get to grips with this first”
[10:49]  Nic bows his head slightly…we were at the love grotto…and looking back…i am not sure what i was thinking
[10:49]  Nic looks at nee with disgust
[10:50]  Kyra  walks up and says :Jezebel.. Jezebel..are you playing these poor foolish men?
[10:50]  Neecholette Daxeline: “so were are going back to that again are we Kyra?”
[10:50]  Nic: “i did not know about jezebel…until after…nic bows his head once again”
[10:51]  Tim Werefox Shakes his head…” Its alright Nic forget it”…turns back to Kyra and smoothly as he can says..” It will be seen to Kyra but not like this…”
[10:52]  Tim Werefox he grabs her hand
[10:52]  Nic looks at kyra…i do agree with tim…i do not believe she should be punished this way
[10:52]  Kyra  pulls a blade: All I need is a little blood..best this way..than with my teeth..
[10:52]  Neecholette Daxeline: Nee’s eyes widden…..”are you insane woman?”
[10:52]  Tim Werefox: “The Oath will do that Kyra”
[10:53]  Kyra  eyes are cold…any emotions..eevn anger are absent…
[10:53]  Neecholette Daxeline: Nee looks to the men…”you all stand there and let her do this to me?”
[10:53]  Nic: “let her go and walk around town knowing the only friend she has is a demon like vog”
[10:53]  Kyra  moves forward to cut her
[10:53]  Tim Werefox: “I will not let you stop whats been put in motion”
[10:53]  Neecholette Daxeline: Nee spits hitting Kyra on the arm…
[10:53]  Morgdah Graves is Online
[10:54]  Tim Werefox: “Grabs her arm……” No” he shouts “Stop Now”"
[10:54]  Neecholette Daxeline: “you are going too far…Kyra….please think….”
[10:54]  Nic: “this is not what is to become of her kyra…you must let happen what needs to happen…and this is not it”
[10:55]  Kyra  drops the blades: You must let me….The blood… can be..” as she struggels from his grasp
[10:55]  Neecholette Daxeline: “she want to cut my face like hers….”….Nee pauses….”you are all guilty if she does…”
[10:55]  Neecholette Daxeline: wants*
[10:56]  Nic: “so please kyra…for THE GAURDIANS OF LIGHT….let go of your rage for her now”
[10:56]  Kyra  steps back..seeming to come to her senses…
[10:56]  Tim Werefox pulls her to him…and whispers….” Trust me Kyra no blood…it is all in hand…even more so now I have heard what they have done to you”
[10:57]  Nic looks to kyra and nods…thank you
[10:57]  Neecholette Daxeline: “they?….I’ve done nothing Tim….”
[10:58]  Pip Zarad  looks surprised and confused. “What the bloody hell is happening here?”
[10:58]  Neecholette Daxeline: anger flows through her veins…..she tries to pull her hands free….
[10:58]  Nic: “if we stay as one then it shall be us who will show them that we are not the ones to trifle with…looking at nee….”
[10:58]  Mona Babii turns her head around to look over at Pip and shrug “Hm, I think… uhmm… uh, that woman over there… but then… eh, No idea”, she blabls
[10:59]  Nic: “do you remember those words being spoken?”
[10:59]  Kyra   nods numbly…and with a whispered sigh hold out her hand..with the key laying on it: Release the bitch..and  know you all make a mistake today,…by releasing her
[10:59]  Pip Zarad  walks over to Nee, reaching his hand out to brush Tim to the side, and looks carefully at her locks, attempting to release her.
in Kyra’s hand and moves over to snatch it, giving Kyra a biting glance.
[11:01]  TriJin Bade: ((Starbuck, please roll d100))
[11:01]  Neecholette Daxeline: she looks to Pip…”she was going to cut my face Pip..just like hers…”
[11:01]  Pip Zarad: ((Starbuck Ashdene rolls a d100. Result is 12))
[11:01]  TriJin Bade: [Pip reaches for the key but it drops on the floor]
[11:02]  Nic walks over to the key and picks it up
[11:02]  Pip Zarad  bends on his hands and knees, searching for it in the darkness.
[11:02]  TriJin Bade: [Pip fails to find it]
[11:03]  Neecholette Daxeline: Nee stares at them all….fuming….
[11:03]  Nic walks over to the locks eyeing them to see if the key will fit
[11:03]  Starbuck Ashdene: /me” Damn!” He keeps search for a moment, then turns back to Nee, hoping the cords are made of rope.
[11:03]  TriJin Bade: [Nic, seeing the obvious lock, tries the key and it fits]
[11:04]  Neecholette Daxeline: Nee looks to Nic….”how can you accept this Nic?….”
[11:04]  Pip Zarad: “What the hell is wrong with you people?”
[11:04]  Nic tries to unlock with the key
[11:04]  Kyra  smirks: What is wrong with you.. you defend and beleive obvious lies
[11:05]  TriJin Bade: [Nee's chain suddenly come loose as the rusty metal fall with a chink across the back of Nee's bare flesh shoulders]
[11:05]  Nic: “its not what i can except but what i beleive…”
[11:05]  Pip Zarad  grows red in the face. “It’s YOU, Kyra, who is quick to believe lies and draws quick conclusions to matters you know nothing about!
[11:05]  Neecholette Daxeline: a single tear rolls down her face…as she thinks of her Mother tied as she is now…and burnt to a crips….
[11:05]  Pip Zarad  helps her down off the stand.
[11:05]  Nic attempts to remove the chain from Neecholette Daxeline
[11:06]  Nic looks to nee…do not mistake our kindness today as weekness
[11:06]  Kyra  eyes glow with hatred:  Ignorant  being..you live in a maze of lies..yet seek to embrace more….
[11:06]  Tim Werefox: ((oob))
[11:07]  TriJin Bade: [Tim's head suddenly droops, his eyes glaze as if in a dark trance]
[11:07]  Neecholette Daxeline: Nee whispers to Pip..”thank you…”
[11:07]  Pip Zarad  spits on the ground at the comment. “Why don’t you go back to your land of holiness, Guardians.”
[11:08]  Tim Werefox Looks back up after been deep in thought
[11:08]  Pip Zarad  looks at Tim, curious about his strange stupor.
[11:08]  Nic why pip are you affraid the light will stay in this dark town?
[11:08]  Tim Werefox: “Krya please go back to the shop”
[11:09]  Kyra  eyes fill almost with pity: Pip..you lost one mate..by denying the truth..will you do so with another?…Nee..and vog..will bring you down
[11:09]  Neecholette Daxeline: Nee shakes her head once more…listening to Nic’s question
[11:10]  Pip Zarad: “What I’m afraid of is righteous indignation, in the name of goodness and light, causing choices to be made that are actually harmful. And not just with Nee. With others as well.”
[11:10]  Nickolus Vyper is Online
[11:11]  Neecholette Daxeline: Nee looks down to the ground…trying to avoid all of them who died nothing once again…….
[11:11]  Kyra  walks slowly back ward: Pip..when she with an innocent smile.. sticks a stake into your mate..then..maybe you will know truth…from lies
[11:11]  Neecholette Daxeline: did*
[11:12]  Kyra  fades away
[11:12]  Pip Zarad  feels wrath boil inside him, hating the words of Kyra concerning those he loves and has loved.
[11:12]  Nic turns to walk away but not before looking at nee and shaking his head in shame of her
[11:12]  Pip Zarad  growls “She is a menace.”
[11:12]  Mona Babii looks around, confused, puzzled to the whole scene before her eye.
[11:12]  Neecholette Daxeline: “Kyra…listen to yourself…..you do not deserve to be a Guardian….”
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“A Couple of Quests”
 senior reporter Pip Zarad

mona_babiijojo_and_jason

There is a new elf in town I’ve met by the name of Mona Babii. Sporting a strange sword, eye patch, and very little clothing on her lower half, she informed me recently that she is on a quest. Though she would not go into much detail, I concluded from her comments that at the very least she thinks very little of lycans, including our new sheriff. The ironic thing is that he has asked her to be his new deputy, despite or ignorant of her predisposition toward hating his kind. Ah well. Perhaps it’s a match made in heaven. The Yin and the Yang. Opposites attract and all that. But I can’t help chuckling about it all myself.

This un-named quest of hers brought my mind to another recent quest I learned of by another new addition to the city. This one hits so close to home that I thought perhaps I shouldn’t even write about it.
Perhaps I should first state a little background. I was abducted from my family at birth. My mother died in childbirth and my father died trying to rescue me from my captors. And until now, I have never known or heard of any relatives whatsoever. Until now, I say, because it appears that not only do I have a sister, but her and her husband have come to London. Her quest began as a search for our father, who’s end I was required sadly to bear to her. But as in most ashes, a pheonix has arisen and I now find my life brimming with relatives! My sister. my brother-in-law, and soon … a wife as well, and all the family that comes with her.

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Our “Cowboy” Constable
by Senior Reporter Pip

newlawmanWell, the new law is in town, and I must say he wasn’t what I was expecting. Quite the Yank if ever I saw one. A neko, I believe, if the tail is any indication. But what stands out most is the western-style cowboy hat he wears. Like I said, quite the American in every way. I’m not sure how the public will take to him. He is stoic, unwanting to comment, which gives him a tough countenance that demands respect if not also annoyance. Putting it another way, he won’t be the jovial man with nightstick helping old ladies across the street. When asked about various activities and crimes, including the bank theft and Killy the inventor, he would not comment.

Your Own Pip: I was wondering if you might have a few words I could record for the local Gazette.
Crionis: Not at this time, I just arrived at my job recently. I should have more soon but it will have to wait until I have more leads.
Pip Zarad: Not even, say, concerning the new inventor in town, Killy?
Crionis Brinner: again, I cannot comment on it.
(He did add, however …)
Crionis Brinner: I might have use for a deputy.
(After a bit more coaxing from yours truly I talked him into telling me a little about himself.)
Pip Zarad: So where are you from, Mr. Brinner?
Crionis Brinner: America, Texas. A great state.
Pip Zarad (grinning): I’m sure, sir. And you were a lawman there?
Crionis Brinner: Not the slightest, I work there as a bounty hunter, about the time when i was bitten by an indian werewolf. Those natives, always about spirits. I was tracking one of them when I was attacked by this foul beast, unfortunately he got away from me and well, Now I am one. It took me a long time to figure out what I was, but I got the hang of it
Pip Zarad: I see. How well can you control this … beast inside you?
Crionis Brinner: It remains under control, no need to worry.
Pip Zarad: So you’ve never been a law man before?
Crionis Brinner: I have had family in law enforcement, so you could say it’s a family thing. Im sure I am able to do my job to the best of my abilities.
Pip Zarad: I’m sure you will, Sir. How long has that line gone back? And could you tell me a little bit about your history as a bounty hunter?
Crionis Brinner: Since the days before the civil war. I cannot go into too much detail about my previous employment
Pip Zarad: I was just curious as to how you’re life as a bounty hunter might affect your work here. A bounty hunter doesn’t always follow the law, as far as I know.
Crionis Brinner: true, but we will worry about that when the line is crossed.
Pip Zarad: When?

So there you have it. He was not very enthused about my last question and the interview ended. I shall leave the rest to you. Time will tell about this gunslinging, lycan protector of London. As for me, I’ll keep a rifle on my back.
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London According to Pip
“The Black Rose of BreAnda Wendt”

As my exploration of this great city deepens, I found myself standing in a cold alleyway looking up at a sign which read: The Black Rose. My curiosity massaged, I knocked on the door and found myself received graciously by BreAnda Wendt. She is a genuine lady if ever I saw one, full of serenity, gentility, and the highest form of proper behavior. I must admit I felt underdressed among the rich curtains and fine furniture, not to mention wonderful wine. Our conversation, once seated in delicate cloth furniture, went as follows:

Pip Zarad: “How would you describe the Black Rose in your own words then?”
BreAnda Wendt: “The name Black Rose was already here, so i decided to keep it, it had a nice ring too it. The Black Rose is a finishing school to prepare young women and even sometimes young men in the arts of social etiquete.”
Pip Zarad: “You bought the place when?”
BreAnda Wendt: “It was last year, around the month of ….September, yes thats when it was.”
Pip Zarad: “You must excuse me. I was raised by druids, you see. I hope nothin I do offends.”
BreAnda Wendt (smiles graciously): “I’m not easily offended by a person’s raising or even who they are, Mr. Zarad.”
Pip Zarad: “Glad to hear it then. And how has business been since starting?”
BreAnda Wendt: “Actually Ive yet to recieve my first ward, the place is just simply not ready to recieve anyone. I’m trying to find someone to work even for good wages is hard to find. So it has caused a delay.”
Pip Zarad: “What sort of employees are you looking for?”
BreAnda Wendt: “Well, i need a maid first of all, one who can cook, clean. My first plan of action was to paint these walls or re-cover them, i have had to resort to placing curtains over them.”
Pip Zarad: “And how many girls will the place hold?”
BreAnda Wendt: “I could easily teach social arts to 4 maybe to 6 young ladies.”
Pip Zarad: “And you mentioned young men as well?”
BreAnda Wendt: “Yes, The Black Rose will even teach young men as well, i have seperate floors for ladies and gentelmen.”
Pip Zarad: “Ah, so the men would board as well. Do you have concern about the … uh … mingling of the two sexes while they’re here?”
BreAnda Wendt: “Absolutely not, i do run a very strict school here Mr. Zarad, to so would cause immediate explusion.”
Pip Zarad: “Could you describe a complete day for the young ladies or gentlemen?”
BreAnda Wendt: “They are taught desclipine, religious study, calligraphy, musical instruments, dance, martial arts, these are just a few of the things taught. They are also versed on things such as empathy, psychology, politics and the economy even.”
Pip Zarad: “What age boarders are you looking for?”
BreAnda Wendt: “18 to 25, is the best years for learning these types of things.”
Pip Zarad: “Anything else in particular you would like people to know about the Black Rose?”
BreAnda Wendt: “It’s a safe place for young people to come and learn, be versed in the social arts by teachers who are experts in their fields.”
Pip Zarad: “Ah, I’m glad you brought up experts. You, I presume?”
BreAnda Wendt: “I am trained in the things i mentioned as well, but i do hope to add perhaps a teacher or two down the line, providing they pass a thorough background check.”

This concluded our interview. I was asked not to look around until rennovations were completed. BreAnda seemed a bit apprehensive about my viewing of the premises beyond the sitting room. But her predisposition toward structure and cleanliness may have been enough to explain this … couldn’t it?

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London According to Pip
“Machine Works”

syndel_with_her_machine I have always been amazed by the creations of mankind. The extent an indivual will go to prove a theory or test a hypothesis is astounding. And what is the result of such drive and passion of the scientific mind? The light bulb. The horseless carriage. The cotton gin. All once mere fantasy musings of creative minds. I was able to interview one of these minds recently, having a desire to learn more about our local power plant.

Pip Zarad: “So for starters, what is this power plant all about?”
(Syndel is excited as she explains, giddy with the delight of her creations.)
Syndel Markus: “It uses wood to boil water. When the steam reaches enough pressure it’s released into a steam turbine. The turbine, in turn, powers an electric generator that converts the mechanical energy from the turbine into electrical energy. Under average circumstances we can get about 240 Volts at 50 Hertz from the generator. It can supply up to 100 Amperes of current … under its current configuration, of course.”
Pip Zarad: “Very … complicated. And what is this power used for?”
Syndel Markus: “This power is currently used to power light bulbs and a few electrical devices through out the city.”
Pip Zarad: “Nothing else?”
Syndel Markus: “For now the 24 Kilowatts provided by the power plant are enough for only that.”
Pip Zarad: “I see. And how many work there?”
Syndel Markus: “I’m the only one working there currently.”
Pip Zarad: “Are there other positions to be filled?”
Syndel Markus: “I hired some man about a month ago, but he never showed up again. I need more people to keep an eye on it at all times.”
Pip Zarad: “Are you finding that you’re able to handle it all yourself? How often does it need tuning or repair?”
Syndel Markus nods, “Maintenance is routine, about 4 hours, one day a week. But it requires monitoring.”
Pip Zarad: “And you’ve been working there how long?”
Syndel Markus: “Since the end of January this year. That’s when I began building it.”
Pip Zarad: “And what are your qualifications and training?”
Syndel Markus: “I have studies the works of many scientists and researchers on the fields of electricity, electronics, mechanics and other related subjects.”

After viewing the monstrous pipes, tubes, and barrels which make up the power plant, Syndel showed me the fires that kept things going, then began to review some notes she had written down. I watched her as she scrutinized her work, that wonderful machine called the brain was whirring and cranking out new ideas. It was wonderful to behold. She also informed me she had an interest in accepting private contracts for any inventions needed around town. I believe Syndel is a valuable asset to the area, and more of us should follow in her creative footsteps.

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25
Mar

London Legacies Gazette: First Edition

   Posted by: TriJin    in Legacies Gazette

March 25, 1891
editor: Nisha Rayna

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Welcome to the London Legacies Gazette, this is our first edition and look forward to getting you the news out twice aweek.  Anyone with information or advert requests please see our reporters or stop by the Newspaper office and leave a note for us to get in contact with you. Deadlines are as follows Monday night for the Tuesday edtion and Thursday night for the Saturday edition.  Copies of the paper can be picked up at the newspaper office for 1 coin.

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Welcome to London Legacies Gazette - Pip Zarad & Aerial Exonar
The paper now has two reporters out in the city,  Pip Zarad and Aerial Exonar will be reporting the local news and keeping us updated and informed.

pip

Pip Zarad recently moved to the area from Scotland. He is curious by nature energetic in his discovery of a good story. Though this is the first paper he has contributed to, Pip has been involved in the writing of novels and short stories. We would like to give him a hearty welcome to our staff here at the London Legacies Gazette.

aerial

Aerial Exonar, quite secretive about her past, has a passion for writing and is often seen standing in the shadows observing, possibly asking a few questions as she feels the need.  She has a great love of books, and is extremely inquisitive by nature.  Welcome Aerial to our staff.

Weekly Stipends

During these hard times, it seems the Dark Lord is allowing the citizens of London a weekly stipend.  Our sources tell us this is done on Sundays  around 6pm.  But as some of you have noticed this weeks stipends were held til Monday evening.  For now they can be picked up at the makeshift bank, housed in the old jail, located next to the newpaper office.  Watch for the notices on the window to when the bank is open.   JUST IN WE MAY HAVE NEW LAW IN TOWN.  We will try to keep you posted as to the new location of the bank if it is moved.

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London According to Pip
Article 1

To begin, I must inform you that London is a very large place. Too enormous even for Pip Zarad’s airy mind to wrap around. But what simple observations I can make, I will make, in an attempt to make our world here just a wee bit smaller and more managable.

First off, it has come to my attention that our new constable was among those poor wretches found slaughtered aboard ship some weeks ago. I recieved a copy of the manifest recently which also revealed quite a few of our usual tradesmen are now no longer with the living. There was only one survivor of the masacre who, conveneintly enough, remembers nothing of the event and is now nowhere to be found. Yet one more unsolved mystery to add to the volumnus stack.

In any case, trade is now down to an all time low, and crime (I might add from personal experience) is up. Every man, woman, and child for themselves. Don’t forget your pistol on your way out.

Secondly, it seems that a newcomer to the area has shown himself to be quite the inventor. A man by the name of Killy with a shop on the west side. His wares are quite otherworldly.

I have also been informed that a new holy man has shown interest in rebuilding the parish that was burned to the ground. God help him with that task. I suppose he feels, though I haven’t been able to speak with him, that our crime rate might decrease with the presence of religion. That will remain to be seen, and depend greatly on we, the population, coming to our senses and realizing our place in this great city of ours. We are the legacy of London, whether baker or beggar, priest or peddler, and must all show the stuff we are made of.

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Meet London’s New Lawman - Crionis Brinner
With crime at an all time high the citizens are sure to be happy that there is now a new lawman.  Hailing from the America’s, it should be interesting to see if he can bring some law into this lawless city.

Newcomer to the city (as introduced by Pip in his column - London According to Pip)

There seems great concern among some of the citizens that this newcomer may be much more than he seems at first glance.  Giving “gifts” to a few of those he meets on the street corner he frequents, building contraptions and such many have expressed opinion that this Killy is up to no good.  I recently tried to approach him in the streets for learn more about him, but he must have been busy.  We will try and find out more byt the next issue..

Deaths in London over the Last Six Months (information taken from report sent by  Dr. Neko)

2 john does - appearing between 40-50 years of age
John McGraw - around 30 years of age
William K Pennings - 23 years of age - apparent suicide
another john doe’s death listed six weeks ago - appeared late 40’s years of age

Dr. Neko’s Original Report:

1. List of recent deaths
Name: In the last 6 months we’ve had 2 John Does murders that coinceided with the detah of John McGraw… The local enforcement  however, never fallowed up on my reports… Another seemingly unrelated Death was that of William K Pennings… It appeared to be a suicide, as the patiant before his death, distributed signs of depression. However Mira the local malkavian was seen ontop of the roof before his death…. The site however suggested he had jumped.. rather then been pushed. Also anotehr john Doe was found 6 weeks ago. Lycan marksand blood loss but seemed to have died of a broken neck.
age the 2 John does where between 40-50 years of age, John Mcgraw was in his early 30s and Willliam K pennings was only 23. The 3rd johgn doe appeared to be in his late 40’s as well though is unrelated to the previoius john doe murders
gender All victims where male
cause of death All three murter victims where torn to shred suggesting they where all ripped apart or stabbed to death William K pennings. The 3rd john doe had a broken neck, various cuts and bruises and most notably Lycan bite marks and one vampire bite that looked as if the vamp had torn out the mans flesh
family None on record, however I am aware that William Had a sister though I’m unsure how and where to contact her.

2. Recent Injuries or attacks
person attacked: Since the attack by Draven I had not had any recent injuries come in. Save for A young women who came in with claw marks on most her body. The claw marks not only fit the mold taken from CB, after his attack on me, but she idenified his spacific markings when he change.
nature of attack Violent

3. recent happenings at the hospital
None. Other then scouting for supplies there has been no new and the hospital has been fairly quiet.

Injuries and Recent attacks

Since Draven’s attack few injuries or attacks were seen in the local hospital
One young woman (name withheld) came in with claw marks covering her body. She was able to indentify her attacker as CB

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COMING NEXT ISSUE
Along with the format already in place we will be adding new columns
Local Attractions
Gossip in the Streets
Help wanted Ads

London Legacies Gazette Staff
Owners -Nis & Bungo
Editor - Nis
Head Reporter - Pip Zarad
Reporter - Aerial Exonar

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8
Mar

Death of a Steamsmith, The rise of a Warlord

   Posted by: Sas    in Uncategorized

His bloodlust still rode high after the events of the night.  His heart pounded in his ears as the sound of sword on sword clanging still rang in his memory.  Time and again the so called Guardians rose only to be cut down again some even loosing their lives utterly in that grand battle, their healers continually dragging corpses away to revive them only to send them back into hell once again.  The sheer might of Hell and Lord Satan coursing through each stroke of his halbreds.

The thought alone made him grin as he stalked the dark streets of legacies as the fires in the sewers still burned on… it was indeed beginning to feel more like home and the abyss would rise again proudly.  He could sense the eyes of demonkind turning to take notice of his efforts as he slipped down… disappearing into the sewers walking through the flames that licked at the clothing burning it away.  Eventually he mouthed the words as he came to a fork in the tunnels.  A blast of heat eruped as the tunnels began to glow with the heat of hell.  Stepping through the hidden portal he emerged into the blood soaked fields which bordered the bridge from hell to this world.

As he looked about himself after emerging on the other side of the portal he saw the bodies of the bridge’s defenders rotting and burning as demonic carrion eating birds picked at the bones and remaining fetid meat.  This place knew true hell when Warlord Eric brought the forces of hell to it so many month ago, and it would know hell again as Warlord Grey walked the bridge towards the lava pits of the Abyss.

As he crossed to the other side his eyes looked around and he turned.  Making his way to the cave of the most reknowned armorsmith to the Abyss.  Stepping into he spotted the old imp stooped over an anvil banging away at stygian iron as the green flames of the hellforge illuminated the area.

“Imp!  I am Warlord Grey.  I have come to you because I demand armor.  My efforts have now reaped such chaos in the other world that I have need of it.  Now with all speed complete this order.”

The grisled imp nodded and pointed to the corner.  The glow of the hellfire illuminated a suit of platemail.  A dark ashen color bordered in blood.  The symbol of Lord Satan emblazoned on the shield.

“I knew the time would come that you would call on me…. Take this suit Warlord… bring our Lord’s will to the worthless creatures of the topworld.”  Said the imp in it’s roughened squeaky tone.

Warlord Gray nodded and walked to the armor and ran his fingers over the searing metal.  Taking peice by peice as he slide it onto his body letting the metal sear it’s marks into his flesh as he became one with it.  His black heart thrilled at the feel of the metal wrapping his body.

“One more thing…  Warlord….” The old imp stepped up beside him adjusting and tightening straps on the armor as he spoke.  “This armor must be properly baptized in the blood of a mortal…..”

“So it shall be….” Draven smirked and nodded as he tucked the helm under his arm… “And what of a proper weapon?  These halberds are too clumsy… to slow…”  Showing the imp the weapons as he tossed them aside.

The Imp grinned as he hopped off, the weak underdeveloped wings flapping uselessly against the heated air in the forge.  Stopping in front of a chest waiting for Warlord Gray to catch up before running a clawed finger over the lock and flipping it open raising the lid on the chest.  Warlord Gray reached over the shoulder of the imp closing his hand around the sword lifting it up.  Seeing each wicked curve of the thing, the long sharp blade and bloodstone inlay.

“This will suffice… You may be worth something afterall, imp.”  Snorts the Warlord.

“So they tell me, Warlord.  Now go forth for Lord Satan… Bring them Hell on earth and glory to the Abyss.”

“For the Abyss…” Nodded the Warlord as he turned strapping the blade to his hip and sliding the helmet on to his head.  Feeling the metal confrom mystically to the contours of his horns.

As he stepped from the cave he made his way to the abyss.  Draping the cloak over his shoulders as the devil raptor’s feathers ontop of his helm fluttered in the hot wind.  Crossing the bridge he paused one last time to let the screams and wailing of the tormented souls in the Abyss fill his ears as he smiled.  Making his way, finally, back to the portal which led to the other world.   As he did so a voice boomed across the sky.

“Warlord!  This is the last time you will be able to return to the Abyss untill you are successful carrying out my will.”

His eyes floated about, though he knew he would not see the speaker, he simply nodded stepping back into the portal.  As he arrived in the lands of Legacies he turned watching the portal crumble in on it’s self sealing it’s self off.

The stink of the sewers and burning rats and shit filled his noce once again as he emerged from the sewers into the night air of Legacies.  Taking to the sky once again he crossed his arms over his chest and watching the flow of the living creatures scurrying about.  Waiting for the right sacrifice to present it’s self.

After only a few short moments he spotted a white-haired mortal with what looked like electricity on his body heading towards the steam smithery.   Warlord Gray let him get to a spot where the man was alone in the alleyway before he followed and dropped down from the sky onto him drawing the new sword from his hip.

The battle lasted for quite a long while,  each blow matched almost evenly between the demon lord and the mortal.  A feat not lost on the warlord as he shoulder checked the mortal and sent him sprawling hard to the cobblestones.  Plunging the point of his sword into the man’s neck and twisting it as blood sprayed across the demon’s armor and face.

Draven lifted the helmet off his body and quickly got rope and hoisted the dead mortal’s body to hang upside down from the fire escape ramps between the apartments as he finished removing the man’s head.  The blood now pouring from the wound down over the Warlord as he tilted his head back as if it were nothing more than a normal shower.

As the blood soaked into the armor it began to glow a dark red.  Heat eminating upwards from it as the consecration of the suit was completed.

Turning he returned the helm to his head and walked away from the scene.  Taking to the sky again as his laughter rang down over the buildings.

Warlord Gray has come, and hell comes with him.

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8
Mar

Death of Fritz Clowes

   Posted by: Sas    in Uncategorized

lets the howl of the night be heard as i see the mutalated body of Fritz, pulling the dagger from my boot..reaches up to cut him down..as I scan the area for the killer
shouts: MUTHAFUCKER WHOEVER DID THIS I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN…
[22:32]  Mordeth Morgwain [The air stings with the smell of the blood sprayed all over the buildings and ramp.  Mixed in with a hint of sulphur.  The face is frozen in shock.]
[22:32]  Mordeth Morgwain [the feeling of your beast raging inside you clawing at the very soul of you]
[22:33]  Mordeth Morgwain [ Roll a d100 please no target]
[22:34]  Sas  cutting down Fritz’s body as I look over the area as the smell hits my senses….Pulling his body to me as i cradle it..taking in the sulfar smell..as I sit down in the pool of blood..keeping my eyes on the area keeping alert to the possible killer..
[22:34]  Sas: ((Sasha Branagh rolls a d100. Result is 96))
[22:34]  Mordeth Morgwain [through all of yoru time with the brood you are now able to control your frenzy but you are frenzied from all the blood and the loss of someone so close to your heart]
[22:36]  Sas  growls out as the loss hits home, as the memories of Fritz sail through my mind like pictures on a screen but in slow motion..as I gather the body to me, rising up..hoisting him over my shoulder..The coldness in my face is apparent to any onlookers.
[22:37]  Mordeth Morgwain gave you Body of Fritz Clowes.
[22:28]  Sas: ((Sasha Branagh rolls a d100. Result is 98))
[22:28]  Sas: “FRITZ!!!”
[22:30]  Sasha Branagh: V^vv^V HoWlLLzZz V^vv^V
[22:31]  Sas  lets the howl of the night be heard as i see the mutalated body of Fritz, pulling the dagger from my boot..reaches up to cut him down..as I scan the area for the killer
[22:31]  Sasha Branagh shouts: MUTHAFUCKER WHOEVER DID THIS I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN…
[22:32]  Mordeth Morgwain [The air stings with the smell of the blood sprayed all over the buildings and ramp.  Mixed in with a hint of sulphur.  The face is frozen in shock.]
[22:32]  Mordeth Morgwain [the feeling of your beast raging inside you clawing at the very soul of you]
[22:33]  Mordeth Morgwain [ Roll a d100 please no target]
[22:34]  Sas  cutting down Fritz’s body as I look over the area as the smell hits my senses….Pulling his body to me as i cradle it..taking in the sulfar smell..as I sit down in the pool of blood..keeping my eyes on the area keeping alert to the possible killer..
[22:34]  Sas: ((Sasha Branagh rolls a d100. Result is 96))
[22:34]  Mordeth Morgwain [through all of yoru time with the brood you are now able to control your frenzy but you are frenzied from all the blood and the loss of someone so close to your heart]
[22:36]  Sas  growls out as the loss hits home, as the memories of Fritz sail through my mind like pictures on a screen but in slow motion..as I gather the body to me, rising up..hoisting him over my shoulder..The coldness in my face is apparent to any onlookers.
[22:37]  Mordeth Morgwain gave you Body of Fritz Clowes.
[22:39]  Mordeth Morgwain gave you Head of Fritz.
[22:40]  Mordeth Morgwain [your senses lead you to the south west by the black rose before disappearing]
[22:42]  Mordeth Morgwain [the stink of sulphur and brimstone are so thick in the air here.  But it seems to strengthen as you approach the alley way]
[22:43]  Sas  stops suddenly seeing where this leads me..holdilng Fritz’s body tight as I yell out..”DRAVEN…YOU ARE DEAD…HOW COULD YOU DO THIS..”
[22:43]  Mordeth Morgwain [pushing back the tatters you see what was once the church desicrated.. the cross hanging upside down, the fresco of the demonic last supper, the altar stained in blood and the satanic bible on it's stand]
[2009/03/07 22:45]  Sasha Branagh: follows the sulphar scent down the alley as I stop short seeing the demonic items..howls out knowing it belongs to Draven..hugging Fritz’s body tight to me yells out  cursing Draven
[22:50]  Sas  lays the body of Fritz down..as I pull out my sword and begins to hit everything insiight what cant be cut or damaged by the sword I push over w/my bare hands or kick w/my feet..
[22:50]  Mordeth Morgwain: [what do you plan to do?]
[22:50]  Rapier Scabbard Left Hip: Draw
[22:50]  Rapier - Right Hand: Drawn.
[22:51]  Sas: ((Sasha Branagh rolls a d100. Result is 68))
[22:51]  Sas  slices at the curtains then move towards the atlar moving to the side to push it over
[22:52]  Sas: ((Sasha Branagh rolls a d100. Result is 52))
[22:53]  Sas  turning and seeing the book and bookstand..raises my sword and swings down at it..as I growl out in fury
[22:53]  Sas: ((Sasha Branagh rolls a d100. Result is 92))
[22:53]  Sas  turns and faces the picture as I bring my blade down and across to slice at the picture
[22:54]  Sas: ((Sasha Branagh rolls a d100. Result is 25))
[22:54]  Sas  rushes inside and pushes the throne over as I curse Draven
[22:55]  Sas  anger rushes through me as I miss the picture
[22:55]  Sas: ((Sasha Branagh rolls a d100. Result is 8))
[22:56]  Sas  blinded by the fury and rage as my blood boils the throne barely moves as I drop to my knees..as the adrenline races through me as I only see and feel venengence
[22:58]  Rapier Scabbard Left Hip: Sheath
[22:58]  Rapier - Right Hand: Sheathed.
[23:01]  Sas  sheathing my sword I turn and pick up Fritz’s body as I carry it through the streets..as the fury continues to fill me as I look on emtionlessly
[22:58]  Sasha Branagh: storming through the defiled area of Draven hacking and slashing dumping what i can as the blinded fury rushes through me as memories of Fritz rolls through my mind like a movie in slow motion
[23:02]  Sasha Branagh: sheathing my sword I turn and pick up Fritz’s body as I carry it through the streets..as the fury continues to fill me as I look on emtionlessly
[23:03]  Mordeth Morgwain: [As sasha leaves the now shattered parts of the desecrated church behind her a spark from an over turned brazier catches the tatters of the cloth and the dirty old matierial soon ignites as black smoke curls upwards into the night sky.... the flames licking rapidly towards the storage crates of black powder and matches on the top floor of the building]
[23:05]  Sas  stops and adjusts the body of Fritz..as I head towards the tavern..
[23:05]  Villa Demina walks slowly toward sasha her eyes full of sympathy
[23:06]  Sas  seeing one approaches..lets out a hiss and growl..as i clutch the body to me..
[23:06]  Villa Demina: “”Sasha .. can we help you?”"
[23:06]  Sas: “Can you bring him back..NO..you cant..”
[23:06]  Sasha Branagh bares their sharp fangs and hisses loudly.
[23:07]  Villa Demina shakes her head’I cannot help him dear…I offer help to you”
[23:07]  Vilen Guardian smiles slightly….”Why do these places interest you Miss?”
[23:08]  Sas: “I do not need help unless you are willing to go up against the demon thats done this..*eyes her coldly*”
[23:08]  Lord Corvus de Noctis raises an eyebrow “Demon that has….done what…..”
[23:09]  Vilen Guardian calls over to the red haired lady…”I will help.”
[23:09]  Sas  just stands inte the square holding the dead body of Fritz…glares coldly..
[23:09]  Villa Demina: “”it does seem dear kindred that we all will have to rise against the demon”"
[23:09]  Mordeth Morgwain [ As the flames consume the parts of the wooden building formerly known as the church a large explosion can be heard as the windows of the black rose next door are blown out. ]
[23:10]  Lord Corvus de Noctis smirks “ah….I see…..so it was amusing….when this demon….was lighting me on fire…..but when he goes after you…..it isn’t so amusing….is it?”
[23:10]  Sas: “RIse we shall..and bring him down..and he will pay for this…*holds the body of Fritz to me *”
[23:10]  Sas: “Piss the fuck off Fancy Pants..”
[23:10]  Lord Corvus de Noctis chuckles “So ladylike…..aren’t we…..”
[23:11]  Lord Corvus de Noctis chuckles darkly “The point is…..do you deserve help….i wonder….”
[23:11]  Villa Demina: “”the time has come … strength in unity Sasha … strength in unity”"
[23:11]  Sas: “i never claimed to be a lady..Im a fuckin Brujah..get it straight fancy pants”
[23:11]  Flash Gottesmann is Offline
[23:11]  Sas: “I dont give a shit what yo think fancy pants..Aye Villen..aye..”
[23:12]  Lord Corvus de Noctis smirks “You are an insolent child…..nothing more……”
[23:12]  Sas: “There will be no rest til this demon is brought down..”
[23:12]  Villa Demina whips her head back looking at Corvus
[23:12]  Sas: “Did i ask you a question..No I did not..so pipe down and go watch the fire”
[23:12]  Vilen Guardian nods…”Call me Vilen, Miss Kaly”
[23:13]  Lord Corvus de Noctis smirks “Did i ask you whether you did…or did not? I think not….so keep your tongue…..your attitude means little….”
[23:13]  Lord Corvus de Noctis chuckles and waves her off, walking away
[23:13]  Kaly Rexen smiles “veree whell Misser Vilen… yew kahn showe mee whayr tha cayvz ahr?”
[23:13]  Sas: “You mean even less..Fancy pants..or ill set you on fire myself”
[23:13]  Kaly Rexen smiles trustingly
[23:13]  Lord Corvus de Noctis looks over his shoulder “Do learn manners…..you may need them…..’
[23:14]  Sas: “Brujahs do not have such..its a waste of time….looks to Villen and Villa..”
[23:14]  Vilen Guardian whispers…”Wow…”
[23:14]  Sas: “Your help will be needed if you hold true to your word..I will contact you after I take care of FRitz”
[23:14]  Villa Demina: “”my sister brujah I wil stand beside you until this demon fall”"
[23:15]  Vilen Guardian nods…”As will I.”
[23:15]  Kaly Rexen whispers “himz bizee”
[23:15]  Kaly Rexen shrugs
[23:15]  Issay Berithos nods gently. “I’m sure he’ll be back, don’t worry.”
[23:16]  Villa Demina walks to the ten bells seeking a place to rest
[23:16]  Sas  gives a slight nod…as I clutch the body to me..as I look towards the tavern..”My family and I will take care of FRritz..I will return ..
[23:16]  Sas: “Thanks”
[23:18]  Mordeth Morgwain: ((Mordeth Morgwain rolls a d100. Result is 6))

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