UndeadUnicorn
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Las Vegas is Everyman's cut-rate Babylon. Not far away there is, or was, a roadside lunch counter and over it a sign proclaiming in three words that a Roman emperor's orgy is now a democratic institution. "Topless Pizza Lunch." ~Alistair Cooke
The year is 1983 and Las Vegas is a young city, a place of dynamic, ceaseless change. In the course of a little more than hundred years it went from a resting place for Mormon pilgrims, a modern day Gomorrah openly ruled by the organized crime, to a respectable vacation spot for a family that hopes to hit it big but more often than not, will go home penniless. Most would think beings centered around inertia and stability would avoid it like a hot, sunny afternoon But they forget one key thing, Vampires are creatures of the Night and no other city comes alive at Night like Vegas does.
Until the 60's Las Vegas was a Carthaginian domain through and through. Most of the City's native Invicitus population up to that point was small, rural, and almost entirely unwilling to adapt to the rapid growth the city experienced in the 40's when organized crime developed the area into a gambling haven for Americans. The Carthaginians were not only willing to make these connections but were willing to expand and build their own infrastructure for the expected rise in the Kindred population as the City grew.
With the arrival of Howard Hughes, legitimate businessmen, and trail blazing Invictus and vampires who followed them to Las Vegas though power shifted from them to other the Covenants in the city. It finally cycled back into Invictus hands, at the edge of a sword...almost literally, and specifically into Duke Jacques Pompidou's hands in the late eighties. An Ancient Gangrel vampire who used to be a French pirate sailing around the Caribbean during his mortal days, he know plundered mortals pockets when they visted one of his two casino's on the Las Vegas Strip. During his reign the city experienced an unexpected peace thanks to his ability to compromise and share power with the other Elders and Covenants in the city. That has come back to haunt him however, as now his blood has once again grown too powerful and he feels the stirrings of Topor run through him. And the city is once again a ticking time bomb about to explode.
The Black Circle, Vegas' more powerful variant of the Primogen Council, comprised of one representative from each of the city's Covenants and the Prisus of the Nosferatu, a woman known only as the Queen of Shadows who rules the vast underground tunnels beneath Las Vegas, has begun splintering apart and forming backdoor deals and alliances. Vegas' Sheriff Virgil McMasters barely restrains the city from becoming a blood bath, with the threat of reprisals from the Duke himself. But his deep sleep is coming soon and with it the peace has built will come to an end.
The year is 1983 and Las Vegas is a young city, a place of dynamic, ceaseless change. In the course of a little more than hundred years it went from a resting place for Mormon pilgrims, a modern day Gomorrah openly ruled by the organized crime, to a respectable vacation spot for a family that hopes to hit it big but more often than not, will go home penniless. Most would think beings centered around inertia and stability would avoid it like a hot, sunny afternoon But they forget one key thing, Vampires are creatures of the Night and no other city comes alive at Night like Vegas does.
Until the 60's Las Vegas was a Carthaginian domain through and through. Most of the City's native Invicitus population up to that point was small, rural, and almost entirely unwilling to adapt to the rapid growth the city experienced in the 40's when organized crime developed the area into a gambling haven for Americans. The Carthaginians were not only willing to make these connections but were willing to expand and build their own infrastructure for the expected rise in the Kindred population as the City grew.
With the arrival of Howard Hughes, legitimate businessmen, and trail blazing Invictus and vampires who followed them to Las Vegas though power shifted from them to other the Covenants in the city. It finally cycled back into Invictus hands, at the edge of a sword...almost literally, and specifically into Duke Jacques Pompidou's hands in the late eighties. An Ancient Gangrel vampire who used to be a French pirate sailing around the Caribbean during his mortal days, he know plundered mortals pockets when they visted one of his two casino's on the Las Vegas Strip. During his reign the city experienced an unexpected peace thanks to his ability to compromise and share power with the other Elders and Covenants in the city. That has come back to haunt him however, as now his blood has once again grown too powerful and he feels the stirrings of Topor run through him. And the city is once again a ticking time bomb about to explode.
The Black Circle, Vegas' more powerful variant of the Primogen Council, comprised of one representative from each of the city's Covenants and the Prisus of the Nosferatu, a woman known only as the Queen of Shadows who rules the vast underground tunnels beneath Las Vegas, has begun splintering apart and forming backdoor deals and alliances. Vegas' Sheriff Virgil McMasters barely restrains the city from becoming a blood bath, with the threat of reprisals from the Duke himself. But his deep sleep is coming soon and with it the peace has built will come to an end.
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