We are a roleplaying group which plays via IRC.  You can check the archives for actual scenes played out by our group and read the story so far.  You can check out the links at the top of the page for rules and learn how to submit a character if you’d like to join us.  OR:  Just come in channel and talk to us / get help directly from the STs and system that makes most of this possible.

The Chronicle is a mixed oWoD game, with custom lore and history for each of the available venues.  It is set in two separate cities:  New Orleans and Baton Rouge.

#Aeons_Asylum 4

Christopher walks outside wearing an ugly sweater vest and glasses. He carries with him a small notebook that he scribbles inside as he mutters to himself. He sits down beside a tree and pulls out an apple, still muttering between bites.

<Cian> sits in a window sill instead of his usual tree , staring out over the courtyard. Though he has a book with him, it sits unopened beside his leg. His mind wanders, going over his conversation with Talwar last night. Though his answers about his motivations and his thoughts on the Camarilla had seemed to satisfy Talwar, the conversation had filled Cian with questions. His initial

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#Aeons_NO-Downtown 33

Derek walks through downtown New Orleans towards the music store. He had just finished his classes at the University for the night and wanted to check out some new music. As he walks he makes sure to keep an eye out for the typical dangers of the streets; pickpockets, theives and muggers.

Derek walks into the music store and begins to browse through the selection. He grabs a CD and begins to rock to it. He goes through a variety of songs, artists and styles doing this to each.

#Aeons_Chantry 10

<Cade> sits in his room at the Chantry, books strewn across his bed. He sits at a desk, the glow of his computer monitors the only light in the room. On one monitor he chats with his technopagan friends, catching up on what is going on in their lives, and subtly pushing them towards magics that truly work. Few things would make him happier than for the friends who helped shape his

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#Aeons_Chantry 9

~*Ramirez*~ the next night would meet up with Cade to take him back to the chantry. The chantry was a grand old plantation house that seemed to have seen some better days. There was quite a bit of overgrowth, though some of it had been trimmed down to show some people lived here. Ramirez drove Cade out or Cade could follow him if he had his own vehicle, and he’d

pull his old beater car that had a strong engine into the lot.

<Cade> spends most of the ride in silence, seeming to have a lot on his mind. As they pull up to the Chantry he looks at the building as chuckles. “Nice place. Probably ought to get a new gardener though.”

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#Aeons_Sabbat 4

°¥ Talwar Khanna ¥° would approach Cian in the courtyard and motion for him to come over to him.

<Cian> hops down from his unusual tree and saunters over, looking Talwar over. “Uh…Talwar right? You’re the guy from the other night. Abequa’s sire?”

°¥ Talwar Khanna ¥° “Yes, I am Talwar. I’d like you to come with me so I can learn of you and what your actual talents are. Let’s go for a walk.” He’d nod to the man and turn and start walking to the gate.

<Cian> eyes Talwar’s back, a bit suspicious. The last time he’d followed one the elders somewhere by himself Zaluut had put him in an arena with a monster. He shrugs and follows anyways, figuring it would be worse to refuse, and besides, he lives through the last one, and it was exciting after all.

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#Aeons_Trill 39

<Zane Calbeni> is sitting in his booth in the back, feet up as he flips through a book.

~*Ramirez*~ meanders into the biker bar, cigarette hanging in mouth as he strolls up to the bar and orders a beer. He’d give Zane a friendly salute-wave. “Hey Zane.”

<Zane Calbeni> smiles and returns the wave. “Hey, Ramirez. What’s up?”

<Cecilia> makes her way into the bar shortly after Ramirez, wrinkling her nose at the cigarette.

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#Aeons_Private 17

<Isabo Kali> walks back and forth in front of Cassian’s door, hands behind her back as she paces.

■► Cassian ◄■ would peer up from a dusty book and move it to the side. Ah, wards..making them unique and changing over the other ones that were potentially being messed with..that was the agenda now. He’d go to the door and open it. “Ah, greetings, Isabo.”

<Isabo Kali> stops her pacing to look at Cassian and sighs before looking at him. “Regent, I need to speak with you.”

■► Cassian ◄■ studies her a moment. She looked like it was urgent, but kind of not..well, it must be kind of amusing then. He pressed, “Go on. What can I do for you?”

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#Aeons_Asylum-Courtyard 7

<Cian> heads out to the courtyard as soon as he wakes up. He isn’t wearing his hooded trench coat today, just a ragged pair of jeans. He stands with his eyes closed, enjoying the cool air against his skin.

<Fiona> comes out into the courtyard, wearing a tanktop, jeans and combat boots, before looking at Cian. “You look like dogshit.”

<Cian> scoffs and turns to face Fiona. “No shit. That’s kinda my whole thing, G.I. Jane.” He cracks his neck on each side then shakes his head. “So how we gonna do this?”

<Fiona> barks out a laugh. “You really want to know? Come closer.”

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#Aeons_Outdoors 15

<Cade> meanders through the park, humming along with the Combichrist song playing in his headphones. His head was swimming with arcane formulae and various principles of magic. He’d been studying in his hotel room for six straight hours and was definitely feeling a bit burnt out, so he’d decided to go for a walk. There were quite a few more people out than Cade had expected, so he’d

cut through the park to avoid the crowd and give him a better chance of clearing his head. He makes a few motions with his hands that would seem random and odd to an onlooker as he opens up a GPS program on his augmented reality visor and sets it off to the corner of the dispaly. No point in letting himself get lost.

<Alice> walks up behind Cade as he is headed home, her footfalls light despite the heavy steel-toed goth boots she is wearing beneath her long black dress.

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