I had a dream, which was not all a dream.
The bright sun was extinguish’d, and the stars
Did wander darkling in the eternal space,
Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth
Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air;
Morn came and went—and came, and brought no day

The Danse Macabre Goes Ever Onwards...

The City of Anchorage is a gift and a curse. It has long nights and longer days. The Kindred who fight over this city do so for blood and resources, it's has been home to many religious wars between the Lancea et Sanctum and the Circle of the Crone. Until recently the Spear has managed to hold the domain but something about the most recent push from the Circle has driven the Second Estate from the city and secured the domain for the Chorus. Now...can they hold it?

The Reigns of Power

One of this chronicles main focus' is power, attaining and holding it. The parts of your soul you have to sell away so you can play the game, and how much of you skin are you willing to risk. As the song goes "if you've got skin the game, you stay in the game." This city will exact a toll on you. From the Kindred to the other creatures that prowl it's streets and forests everyone is looking to get one up on someone. Everyone wants a piece of the pie. Seize the Reigns, Youngblood.

The Dread in the Dark

It's out there, everyone feels it. They might not admit it mind you but deep in their bones they can feel -something- calling to them. Something is in those forests and those mountains. Something born of hunger and violence. The Kindred try to ignore it, but when the night gets quiet enough they hear the whispers. They're soft and gentle begging them to abandon their humanity, the sweet honey like words promise a rebirth of sorts, a new life. If you only submit to the Beast.

Strange Bedfellows

We don't talk about them a whole hell of a lot. They're out there though, other things that go bump in the night. Fairies, Furries, and Fucking Hunters. They all have dreams, they all have desires, and shit young blood they all bleed red. We fight with'em, we feed from the, and hell fam sometimes we fuck'em. Point is we gotta co-exist so we can worry about our own shit. If we don't play nice we might as well just pack up and go to Juno or heaven forbid some shitty city in Canada.

Themes and Moods

Themes

The Ashes of Old

The Rise of the Circle and the new Prince has left the city reeling. The warbands and coteries left over from the conflict are all now looking over the ashes of the fallen and dividing up their territory and the spoils. The Berserkr Queen, chosen of Freyja and Fenris sits upon a throne made from wood and bone as she rebuilds a once Sancitified City to suit her needs. Strength wins the night in Anchorage.

New Alliances

The Prince of the city is building a new realm, alliances are born nightly, and the old is thrown out for a more dynamic bloody regime. Former enemies now shake hands, allies look at each other with suspicion, and a new covenant rose from the fire of war. Will you throw your lot in with the new Prince and her power hungry regime that promises blood and power for all, or will you retreat to the comfort of old traditions?

The Long Night Draws in

Oracles in the Circle and other covenants have seen a long night, a darkness at the outskirts of the city. The wards have grown weak in the conflict. Something stirs in the darkness. Something ancient wakes. It's hungry and the tensions rise as it grows further and further restless.

Moods

Who to Trust?

The Circle was seen as trusted, they were accepted and welcomed by Prince Shane and the court as a whole. So when they, with the aid of factions within each covenant rose up to shatter the peace of the city and even bring in a group of strangers that could manipulate the city itself...it left a lot of Kindred wondering, who to can we trust?

The Rising Tension

Something is awake. Tensions are rising in the city and the Kindred of Anchorage might have woken up something ancient. Will they drown in blood as paranoia and tension boils over?

"We grew complacent. We grew Quiet. Then one night the Raven came calling and the things that answered were our coterie mates and covenant allies. We failed. The Prince is the biggest monster in the room now...and people are loyal to her." - Margaret O'Malley, Former Sheriff of Anchorage. Deceased.

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Venue Story Title

A Brand New World

Anchorage is under Crone control, it's the fire time it has ever left Lance hands, and it's anyone's guess how things will go from here. The Circle has a reputation of governing with a light but brutal hand. The Invicuts expects to be working overtime to uphold the masquerade. Everyone else is deep in their own plots all the while they kiss the claws of the new Prince and hope she doesn't live up to her nickname. It's an open world for Kindred, did you get rid of a rival during the war? Take advantage of that brief period of lawlessness to secure your future? Maybe you're just scrambling to find a place here? Are you upset that your covenant didn't lead the revolution? Or do you know that this is the time period where regimes are at their weakest...It's a Brand New World, Lick...you going to let it pass you by?

Something in the Darkness

It's just a feeling right? Like something is out there in the forests...watching? Kindred report strange eyes watching from the forests, and even stranger shadows moving in the dark waters around the city. SOMETHING is out there, but what is it? Who is it? Maybe a ghost from the Crone's past has come back? Did the Former Prince and his devoted escape the final purge? Are the Werewolves getting angry? What about the Problems the freakin Fae go on about? Regardless. We gotta recognize something young blood...we're being watched.

What We Lost

In the war we all lost something. Sire's, Childer, ghouls, and other things. Some people lost parts of themselves, humanity slipping away in bloody nights. How do we come back from that? The violence we committed in the name of what? Religion? Power? How do we live with ourselves now that we're on the other side of the war and court starts with a human sacrifice? When do we break? When is enough enough? We all look to the stars or into the darkness, we try to find answers to how far we are willing to go and how far we are willing to barter away our humanity.

New Kindred

The City is seeing a surge in Kindred. New faces seem to show up every night, after all the word spread kinda fast about the opportunity here. Sure princes have fallen before but this time felt different ya know? It was final. It was a freaking war of extermination. The Architects rose from the blood. The Circle are in charge with a coalition of young kindred eager and hungry for blood and power. New Faces bring New Problems. New Problems bring New Opportunity. Welcome to Anchorage, young blood.

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