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

#Aeons_Private 4

<Storyteller> The Tremere Chantry is fairly busy tonight and everyone seems to be working on something. Even Petri is seen roaming about instead of hovering around his mistress’s door. There are a few ghouls about too, a couple of them seem new to those that have been around for a while.

<Conrad> sets down the book he was studying and pokes his head out the door to his private room to see what is going on. This was the busiest he’d seen the Chantry since arriving, and though he would like to ignore it and continue his studies, it seemed prudent to at least have some idea of what is happening. If he is lucky, he won’t be needed to assist, but when was the last time he

had been lucky?

■► Cassian ◄■ is roaming the halls with a notepad and tapping some things into it here or there as he goes over universal supplies for rituals and standard items that would be in the ready should they need them.

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#Aeons_Sabbat 0

<Storyteller> The last thing Cian remembers is a concert and he feels worse than hungover, like… someone spiked the shit out of his beer hungover. The room he is in is dark and it smells of sawdust and pee.

<Cian> groans and grabs the sides of his head. “That is the last time I sneak into a fucking concert. This year.” It had taken a lot of work to get in, stealing clothes, sneaking into the Y to take a shower. He may be homeless but that shouldn’t mean he didn’t get to have fun. “So…where the fuck am I and what the shit happened.” Slowly, he stands, trying to stay stead on legs that

are still wobbly and a with a head that feels like its full of alcohol soaked cotton.

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#Aeons_Trill 26

*Katarina* saunters in

°¥ Dragos Danislav ¥° had heard there was some other person he should meet through the word of the underground. Was it a great idea to go to the Trill which was owned by some Brujah? Probably not, but eh, Dragos was kinda bonkers and loved a challenge anyway. He roamed into the place after having parked his 70s Charger a block away in case he actually -had- to run

away while laughing at stirring the shit. Dragos was dressed in goth/metal clothing, various piercings, hair of black with reddish streaks at the ends. His skin was tanned naturally and he had a unique look that said he wasn’t just caucasian. His bright green eyes were somewhat mesmerizing. He might be known to the metal community. <fame 1: band leader for Wicked Carnival>

*Katarina* makes her way over to a table and kicks her feet up, giving Erik a two-fingered salute.

As usual, Erik offers a 1-fingered salute in return.

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#Aeons_Swamp 0

<Storyteller> After the attack by ghouls at the marina, and general assholishness of the general Setite population… plus one angry-ass corrupted werewolf running amok. Many have stated it would be a good idea to do a sweep of the local swamp and take out some snake nests.

<<Vaclava>> texts Cora “I want to help get rid of these Setites. It’s a little late to sit back and watch everyone else do the work.”

<CoraAnn> texts back. “Me too… I think we should go out and kick them in the crotch.”

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#Dark_Aeons 8

<Storyteller> In accordance with the Traditions, Conrad was of course pointed to meet with the Prince before arriving at the Chantry. Given addresses for both. The address given for Introduction is an Elysium, an art museum, with instructions to go to the second floor.

<Storyteller> The museum is currently closed to the general public, yet there are a few cars in the parking lot. And of course a back entrance that he has no trouble entering.

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#Aeons_Outdoors 12

Katie goes to the address she was given and looks at the old building, lowering her goggles. That girl was not kidding, this place was falling apart. She opens up her phone and calls Ramirez.

~*Ramirez*~ answers the phone. <p> “Hello.”

Katie keeps an eye on the building as she speaks into the phone. “Hey! You wanna give me a hand with some more of those fish guys? This building is all kinds of entropied. Which is totes a word I just made up.”

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#Aeons_Trill 25

Katie walks into the Trill and takes a long look around before making her way over to the bar and ordering a couple of beers. She takes a seat there, and brushes at her greased up and lightly burnt coveralls.

After a thorough cleaning, Izzy decides to head back to the trill. She needs info and wants to tell that Cassian fellow about her encounter. She decides to let blue in with her unless he is not allowed.

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#Dark_Aeons 7

<Storyteller> In the hunt for Setites, it has been pointed out that a rather large amount of drugs was recently raided off a boat in the Marina, and so they may very well be operating in the vicinity.

■► Cassian ◄■ checks out the news, muses for a bit over a red headed vigilante… and then prepared to go take a trip to the marina out of curiosity to see what was going on down there. After all, ruining Setite plans was just another reason Cassian still enjoyed unlife as a Vampire.

<<Vaclava>> texts Cora to see what she is up to

*Katarina* would be hanging with Marge, eyeing her all the way down to the marina.

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#Aeons_Campus 2

<Alice> stands out by the campus library, looking up at the clock tower atop the library for a few moments. Not much foot traffic out this time of night, people walk past her without even seeming to acknowledge her existance.

Dan wanders around the campus somewhat aimlessly with his travel mug in hand. He is headed somewhat in the direction of the corner coffee shop but not on a direct route.

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