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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Mordane76" data-source="post: 1242041" data-attributes="member: 7172">(OOC -- I've been looking at this thread, waiting for the conversations to continue; hence why I hadn't advanced the evening further.  Didn't want people to think I wasn't here.  Forward motion begins again... <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f600.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":D" title="Big grin    :D"  data-smilie="8"data-shortname=":D" />)On the streets of New York..."I'm glad you've come to your senses, Elias," the man chuckled, looking down at the battered, shiveled shell of Elias.  He nudged the broken Primogen with his boot; Elias groaned, but did not rise or struggle.  "Think of it this way -- it is for your good as well.  They must die, to protect you and those before you.  You must kill them, Elias -- find them and kill them."The man pulled off his long coat, revealing a far more tight and trim body than the coat belied.  Dressed in a sharp-pressed tan trousers and suspenders, a short-sleeve button down white shirt, his image was reminiscent of a Teamsters boss or a an old-time Prohibition runner -- cropped brown hair, solid muscles, and imposing presence.  He reached down with his right arm, grabbed Elias by the scruff of the neck, and pulled him up to a slouching position.  He thrust his left arm forward, pressing the softer flesh of his wrist to Elias' mouth... "Take it.  You'll need the strength it will provide for the work ahead, nipote..."  The ravaged Elias, more from instinct, grabbed the arm tightly and bit into the vein...Back at the MazePrince Morgan stepped to the stage again and called for the assembly's attention.  Once the assembly quiets to a reasonable level, Prince Morgan bursts into a wide smile.  "It gives me great pleasure," he says, motioning to a young lady standing next to the Seneschal, "considering these dark days, to preside over such a great city, and to have the honor and privilege to welcome well-bred fledgings into our fold.  Several months ago, our esteemed Seneschal, Gerald, selected a childe for his own, and has spent long hours preparing her for this moment -- when we assembled here recognize her as one of our own, much as in our mortals lives when we came of age and were presented to our elders as peers.  Fellow Kindred, I present to you Rachel, childe of Gerald."The dark haired girl stepped up onto the stage, assisted by her Sire -- a plain woman, just barely starting to pale as the Curse of Caine takes full grip of her; still, her pallor marks a stark contrast to her raven tresses.  She was very thin, probably in her early 20's, but her face denotes much of why she received the Embrace -- her eyes and countenance speak volumes of determination and wisdom, and her posture speaks of good pedigree and breeding.  She courtsies to the Prince, and then to the crowd.  The Prince whispers something to her, and she smiles.  "I've asked Rachel to speak a little, and tell us about herself, so that we can all feel better acquainted with this, the youngest and newest addition to our fair city," Prince Morgan says, and then gestures the girl to the front of the stage as he steps back...At the rear of the Maze, one of the inside doormen turned, after hearing a light knock at the door.  He approached the door, taking hold of the panel to slide it open and see who was outside.  With Rachel just beginning to speak about her youth in the estates of Massachusetts, a loud crack resounded through the club as the heavy door splinters, riddling the doorman with nail-like fragments of wood and metal.  On the threshold stood the Primogen Elias, soaked in blood, the bodies of the bouncers from outside the club littered in pieces about his feet.  His right hand held a broadsword at a low ready position, as his outstretched left hand slowly lowered from before him.He began to speak, his voice ringing with an eerie hollowness.  "I'm sorry," he said, looking towards the stage, "but I must -- he commands it.  They must die."  He stepped through the doorway, swiftly thrusting his sword into the neck of the other bouncer at the door, twisting it slightly and fluidly, severing the man's head cleanly from his shoulders...</blockquote>

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