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Cole's Memories
[sblock=Memories of Egypt]
He's heard that torpor affects one's mind. That must be the explanation for Cole's bizarre memories of the time before he feel into his long sleep.
[sblock=Lamb and Fitz]
The Mediterranean during the forties was probably one of the greatest collections greedy and dangerous men seen in the 20th century. Cole and his compatriots were in good standing.
For several years they were a team, each had skills the other lacked and (more importantly, little interest in doing things outside of their area). Sharing everything a third a third a third.
At least until Cole met the Scot[/sblock]
[sblock=the Scot]
Cole knew the Scot by reputation long before they'd meet. He was insane, rich and cunning. He was famous for making bad deals, but the other party would inevitably come out worse. He affected an intensely jingoistic personality, the most significant trait of which was an intense loathing of the English. This was demonstrated, among other things, for odd affection for anyone or anything that he considered opposed to the English, including the "American Colonies".
You didn't deal with the Scot unless you were very brave or very ambitious. Cole, of course, was both and dealt with the Scot with regularly.
After the Scot became his sire, Cole realized that the Scot's mortal reputation, if anything underestimated his loathing for the English Invader. Cole saw supplying weaponry and supplies to the Nazi's as a good business proposition. They well and paid in gold.
The Scot saw the destruction of the United Kingdom as the first in a series of steps that would enable him to achieve his greatest desire to free Scotland from the English conquerers and establish it as a sovereign, nation of the highest order.
To that end he had arranged a massive set pf shipments, using all of his wealth and then some. He'd even embraced Cole to ensure the he had the "right sort of man" for the job.
Blood bound to the Scot, Cole found himself as determined to free a country he'd never been to as his Sire was.[/sblock]
[sblock=Final days]
Funding one of the largest shipments had to be arranged through unusual means, there was a Chalice, a rude cup of gold, from the African Interior. The Scot had arranged for it to be acquired and dispatched Cole to ensure that it was picked up properly.
The Egypt of Cole's Final Days, at least as it lives in his memories, was a place of madness.
The sun squatted, low and red in the sky; Cole vividly remembers walking in the streets (as a vampire)
The messenger had arrived at the appointed place, and delivered the Chalice, in a bag, before expiring. Cole thought the man had been poisoned, perhaps, since the wounds on his body were not deep.
He'd made plans to meet Fitz and Lamb, who he'd been avoiding the past six months or so, at one of their old hangouts. With the Chalice business going on he'd planned to avoid them but, realizing he'd picked up at least one tail, he'd found himself at the bar, hoping to lose them.
No sooner had he arrived (to the welter of complaints and accusations) than he'd been shot. Lamb took out the two assassins in his own, typical, manner.
Cole naturally, had to pretend that he was seriously hurt (the Scot was crazy, but he was intent upon following the traditions). In an instant (and with a flair for the dramatic) he'd offered the Chalice to Lamb and Fitz for safe keeping. The Scot's organization was rickety in Egypt already, Lamb and Fitz would be able to hold the thing for a few days till he could arrange for it's collection.
"Every thing's different, go to ground, stick to what you know,, don't waste this" he'd mumbled from his "death bed" on the dusty floor of the bar as impossibly large insects crawled across his body.
Lamb and Fitz reacted as expected. Cole, borrowing his assassin's weapons, had, in fact to fight his way out of the front of the bar, as the assassins arrived in force. Escaping had been a near thing, but the distraction he'd caused hopefully had provided his compatriots with a chance to escape, with the Chalice.
His memories of the assassins are quite bizarre, dog-men in robes, chanting women with eyes like snakes, people with tommy guns.
Unfortunately a second, larger wave of assassins came upon the Scot's Egyptian base, and ultimately drove Cole into torpor. His memories of this battle are titanic and truely improbable, Cole remembers wrestling with a giant scorpion, a giant snakes coming through a wall and other impossibilities.
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[sblock=the Scot's Fate]Upon waking Cole knew that his sire was dead (the blood bond was broken).
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[sblock=Memories of Egypt]
He's heard that torpor affects one's mind. That must be the explanation for Cole's bizarre memories of the time before he feel into his long sleep.
[sblock=Lamb and Fitz]
The Mediterranean during the forties was probably one of the greatest collections greedy and dangerous men seen in the 20th century. Cole and his compatriots were in good standing.
- Cole was the senior partner of course. It was his drive, charisma, and negotiating skills that kept things together. He did the bribing, the cajoling and the selling.
- Fitzroy was the guy who kept the details all straight, what was where, when it would arrive, who owed who, which banks had which money, and so forth. He had an intense passion for such things.
- Lamb, was not a man who was moved to anger easily. But his casual inclination toward violence often made people think he was. Before Cole met him he'd assumed his reputation was an exaggeration. After they met, by chance in a bar in Casablanca, he realized he'd met the one man he didn't want to be in competition with. Lamb, ever reasonable, was happy to follow Cole's lead.
For several years they were a team, each had skills the other lacked and (more importantly, little interest in doing things outside of their area). Sharing everything a third a third a third.
At least until Cole met the Scot[/sblock]
[sblock=the Scot]
Cole knew the Scot by reputation long before they'd meet. He was insane, rich and cunning. He was famous for making bad deals, but the other party would inevitably come out worse. He affected an intensely jingoistic personality, the most significant trait of which was an intense loathing of the English. This was demonstrated, among other things, for odd affection for anyone or anything that he considered opposed to the English, including the "American Colonies".
You didn't deal with the Scot unless you were very brave or very ambitious. Cole, of course, was both and dealt with the Scot with regularly.
After the Scot became his sire, Cole realized that the Scot's mortal reputation, if anything underestimated his loathing for the English Invader. Cole saw supplying weaponry and supplies to the Nazi's as a good business proposition. They well and paid in gold.
The Scot saw the destruction of the United Kingdom as the first in a series of steps that would enable him to achieve his greatest desire to free Scotland from the English conquerers and establish it as a sovereign, nation of the highest order.
To that end he had arranged a massive set pf shipments, using all of his wealth and then some. He'd even embraced Cole to ensure the he had the "right sort of man" for the job.
Blood bound to the Scot, Cole found himself as determined to free a country he'd never been to as his Sire was.[/sblock]
[sblock=Final days]
Funding one of the largest shipments had to be arranged through unusual means, there was a Chalice, a rude cup of gold, from the African Interior. The Scot had arranged for it to be acquired and dispatched Cole to ensure that it was picked up properly.
The Egypt of Cole's Final Days, at least as it lives in his memories, was a place of madness.
The sun squatted, low and red in the sky; Cole vividly remembers walking in the streets (as a vampire)
The messenger had arrived at the appointed place, and delivered the Chalice, in a bag, before expiring. Cole thought the man had been poisoned, perhaps, since the wounds on his body were not deep.
He'd made plans to meet Fitz and Lamb, who he'd been avoiding the past six months or so, at one of their old hangouts. With the Chalice business going on he'd planned to avoid them but, realizing he'd picked up at least one tail, he'd found himself at the bar, hoping to lose them.
No sooner had he arrived (to the welter of complaints and accusations) than he'd been shot. Lamb took out the two assassins in his own, typical, manner.
Cole naturally, had to pretend that he was seriously hurt (the Scot was crazy, but he was intent upon following the traditions). In an instant (and with a flair for the dramatic) he'd offered the Chalice to Lamb and Fitz for safe keeping. The Scot's organization was rickety in Egypt already, Lamb and Fitz would be able to hold the thing for a few days till he could arrange for it's collection.
"Every thing's different, go to ground, stick to what you know,, don't waste this" he'd mumbled from his "death bed" on the dusty floor of the bar as impossibly large insects crawled across his body.
Lamb and Fitz reacted as expected. Cole, borrowing his assassin's weapons, had, in fact to fight his way out of the front of the bar, as the assassins arrived in force. Escaping had been a near thing, but the distraction he'd caused hopefully had provided his compatriots with a chance to escape, with the Chalice.
His memories of the assassins are quite bizarre, dog-men in robes, chanting women with eyes like snakes, people with tommy guns.
Unfortunately a second, larger wave of assassins came upon the Scot's Egyptian base, and ultimately drove Cole into torpor. His memories of this battle are titanic and truely improbable, Cole remembers wrestling with a giant scorpion, a giant snakes coming through a wall and other impossibilities.
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[sblock=the Scot's Fate]Upon waking Cole knew that his sire was dead (the blood bond was broken).
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