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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 right 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.

ST Notes: The Horror of Rage

Much of a Garou’s struggle comes from a never-ending
battle with the Rage each werewolf feels. The Beast is
never far from their thoughts — even the most pacifistic
Ragabash or the most serene of the Children of Gaia looks
at a normal human and must repress the urge to rend and
tear and bite until all that’s left is blood and meat. Ahroun
have it far worse, fighting to see friends, family, and loved
ones as little more than prey animals or targets for attack.
  -page 144 Core Book

This is the Personal Horror of Shifters and why they do not have Humanity.  Trying to mimic it for long periods of time will usually result in terrible outcomes for those close to them.

Gnosis is not calming at all, it is simply their connection to their spirit selves and that world.

Willpower is putting a band-aid on a bullet wound.  Having it higher reduces what other people might notice, cause you can put on the mask and smile and try not to show your teeth… but it’s ALWAYS there.

Tanner BG

Life; it has a funny way of dealing with the cards that you have to play with. I don’t know much if anything about who I am, where I am from, or who I came from, I am a man with no Family, I was found with the name "Tanner O’Conner" on a piece of paper in front of an Orphanage when I was just an Infant, but there is no record of my birth anywhere, I was not born in any hospital, I was not born with a Social Security number nor was I born with a birth Certificate. The Authorities than were much different than they would be now, but I was allowed to stay, I was given official records and my name stayed what was on that piece of paper that day.. 18 years ago. So here I was a ward of the state; growing up in a Catholic Foster School, Oh how I dreaded Mother Superior Francine’s voice in the morning. How I dreaded those early morning lessons from the Bible. God, they wanted to shove down my throat, God, and Jesus. God wouldn’t let a child grow up thinking no one wanted him. God wouldn’t let a child be abandoned so. They claim he created this world, but honestly, God is fucking Dead if he ever existed at all.

Life growing up in the Orphanage was not easy, especially for me. I was not the best student, nor was I the best with dealing with my anger. I was a smart ass who wound up getting the Rod more times than anyone else. That made me tougher, that made me stronger, that fueled me. That anger I felt in my dreams too, I’m not sure where they are being drawn from or if I am just the next great high fantasy author if I can ever take those dreams and put them into story.. but I have dreamed many times of being someplace else, it was lush and green, the clothing, seemed simple when compared to today’s clothing, the Language spoken I could not understand I think I made it up in my mind. Needless these dreams came each night, I was seeing others I did not know, I was working with my hands on weapons of brilliant design, at least I think they were weapons instead of replica pieces for show. I fought monsters, and I also was a monster in these dreams.

I never talked to anyone about my dreams, I just continued in school getting in trouble, being beaten, and being reminded every day of how worthless I am, that even as a child no one wanted me. I grew faster than those in the school with me, I got taller, bigger, it was always like this, eventually, they just thought I was older if they didn’t know us. One day I was about 14 we got Father Richards. Richards was the Priest you have heard about in the news, I wasn’t his type, I was too old, too big. But others were his type, no one talked about it at first, it was a secret that they kept to themselves, but I started seeing my friends change, I didn’t know how they were changing but they no longer liked to play the games we played, they no longer liked to go out and run, they were reserved and quiet. Jimmy, he was the first to kill himself, Jimmy was my best friend. I thought it was because of me, he didn’t want to be around me anymore he wanted to leave me like my parents did. Things didn’t get better, Richards had full choice of an entire orphanage, he felt untouchable and unstoppable.

I walked in one day, doing something for Mother Superior and there Richards was, Jimmy’s younger brother was there with him and I learned that what was going on, why Jimmy killed himself and I lost it with a wave of anger I have only felt fully in my dreams. I never became a monster no, I learned with what I was able to do to Richards, that I don’t need to transform as I do in my dreams, I am the monster in the flesh. After the 15th punch into Richards Face I felt it cave in, I witnessed life leave his eyes, I killed a man, I knew I was going to be going to Jail so I did what anyone in this situation would do. I ran.. I ran so far away.

I started drifting and bouncing from one city to the next, I learned about bare-knuckle boxing and learned of where I could find a fight or two in a city, and that’s what I started to do. I was big, and strong and was good at it, It got me in a hotel room, it got me clothes, and it got me food. I survived with my hands, I survived by throwing myself into the pit of humanity. Every time I saw a cop fear chilled my bones as I presumed the warrants were out for me, that Prison would come if I was ever found, I needed to earn money for a new Identity create something new so I could finally settle down somewhere no longer looking over my shoulder, so I fought more saved a part of every purse, getting closer and closer to ‘freedom’ I did this for almost 3 years, I kept getting closer I kept avoiding getting pulled in more of the criminal world, bosses saw me and wanted to bring me on the payroll as an Enforcer, and the money was great.. but I don’t like hurting people who either don’t deserve it or like me, they are just in that circle to see who is the better man.

2500 Short from Freedom, and there is a tournament down in New Orleans, I’m heading there to get my freedom. Soon I can find someplace, get a job.. maybe settle down.

Freedom..

Soon

Mexico’s Wrap-Up

Coatyl agrees to go back with the group on the condition that her eggs are hatched first.  The cult following there in the jungle will protect the young, but they cannot hatch the eggs.

After some discussion about human sacrifice, Ramirez offers to act as a conduit for transferring the group’s life force into the eggs to make them hatch.  Everyone got the option to give up some of their life force to do so (taking lethal damage in the process) but no one was harmed to the point of death.

After the hatching of the eggs, the group goes to leave and finds Santos’s men in bad shape.  With a lot of them weakened, the group is far more careful about getting back to the airport and out.  Coatyl agrees to meet them in New Orleans and disappears into the Umbra to travel.  A bunch of serpent-men come to claim the hatchlings and disappear off into the forest.

On the way back to the airport, the sound of cannons was heard and cannonballs ripped through the trees now and then but the group was lucky enough not to be struck.  When they reached the airport, it was mostly destroyed and there was a huge old pirate ship sailing away from the scene.  (Some would recognize this as the Hookman’s Ship.  It seems to be travelling alongside the Mouth.)

The group got into the choppers quickly and hauled ass back to NOLA to regroup and relay what had occurred, wounds slowly healing along the way.