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The vampire running the meeting made introductions as the last participants gathered. He wore an antiquated business suit and fedora, but his sunglasses were the newest Oakleys. Everything about the man-monster spoke of power and confidence, he was completely in control and he knew it, the other members assembled could feel it as well, and knew that a wrong move would result in a fast trip to the final death.
As the game continued a young woman entered the room, she appeared to be slightly disoriented and not quite aware of her surroundings. "Drink up friends, the night is young and you'll need your strength before the night is through" He glanced meaningfully at Storm as he spoke, and his lip curled in what was either mockery or amusement.
Rumor around the table had identified the vampire as Orrick, a very old vampire who had turned his back on both the Camarrilla, and the Sabbat, feeling that both groups were fools and doomed to destroy each other in their endless Jyhad. He was believed to be powerful enough to take over as prince of the city, but he preferred his time alone and his control over others, and being prince would take too much time away from his own studies and power brokering.
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[ 10-08-2003, 08:17 AM: Message edited by: Morgeruat ]
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