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#vtm: darkening spires
spell-fox · 3 months
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Friðuswīþ, abbess of Oxford, tender of the city's dead, oblivion grandma
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The old lady of Oxford shares a name with the city's patron saint. Whether it's her or not is anyone's guess, she's not saying.
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urbanknightart · 1 month
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"Emir felt his stomach drop as the blind seer finished shuffling the cards. He was nervous, still a bit shaken from the previous instance of using the cards to see into the past, wondering if he did indeed change the events, or if it was all in his head.
Inge smiled as his hand revealed the card meant for Emir, the King of Cups."
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spell-fox · 3 months
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let's go to the abyss together
Michel from my game, an old man you can definitely trust
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spell-fox · 6 months
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what if we turned up at a toreador party and out-shone the host, haha no of course not... unless 👁️👁️
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@crownedinmarigolds drew my dark ages tzimisce Kresimir and I'm losing my mind. Kreska is an NPC in my dark ages vampire chronicle.
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spell-fox · 2 months
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Inge
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the local seer went missing after one too many negative visions and an argument with the local prince who now appears to have a mysterious humour imbalance. Nothing to do with Inge, I'm sure.
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spell-fox · 1 month
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Tertius Aurelius Augustus
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Gangrel keeper of Elysia for Oxford 1348, definitely not planning any dubious rituals. Character from my Dark Ages chronicle.
I haven't shared too many details, as I didn't want to spoil things before the players discovered them, so here goes.
Gregarious, loud, fond of the finer things in unlife; music, hunting, drinking, Tertius, born Tadhg, grew up with one foot in the Cainite world.
His mother entered the services of Aurelia, a Toreador from an already fallen empire desperately clinging to past glory. For the most part he avoided the household, preferring to work with livestock, until the lure of vitae proved too tempting. Long life, power, vampiric abilities, not to mention to allure of the mistress herself. But she had little use for a swineherd and so he had to shift into something more lucrative, eventually working his way into her good graces and vitae supply through the usual routes of bribery, blackmail, and doing all the accounts work no one else wanted to do.
What he didn't account for was the tedium of earning someone else money for several hundred years, always at a fickle cainite's beck and call, and the slow erosion of humanity that can happen when you act as assistant for a cainite more accustomed to even crueler times.
Expansion of her interests meant expanding into the nearby ancient forests, where he met, attempted to hunt, and preceded to nearly get killed by his future sire in the form of a white boar. What happened next is not clear, but history does record Aurelia taking a trip down from Chester to London. Perhaps there was a miscalculation of the route, as the until now flawless scheduler Tertius made an apparent error, sending her straight into lupine territory. It is also to be noted for the record that Tertius was embraced some time later by the very Gangrel who wanted rid of the rose.
Since then he's been working on his own holdings far from his sire's extension territory, trading, acquiring a bathhouse, and generally continuing the skills that served his well in life; insinuating himself into affairs of state so thoroughly it would be so much trouble to untangle his roots he is nigh irreplaceable. No one else quite knows how the local council's funds are distributed and earned, and that is very much by design.
In that time he's had a string of short-lived romances (the medieval cainite queer scene isn't exactly a large dating pool...), sired two troublesome childer, Safiyyah and Lettice, and seems to have a soft spot for those seeking revenge.
More recently, a troublesome priest has thoroughly stolen his heart and they even bound their souls together. They're all planning a little ritual to summon the spirit of the River Thames.
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urbanknightart · 4 months
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The Jester and the Priest
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urbanknightart · 8 months
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What better place to trade 'recipes' about the local vampire politics than a confession booth?
A crucial moment in the partnership of Father Emir, the Malkavian priest and Tertius, local jester, Keeeper and resident pig Gangrel in our Dark Ages Oxford chronicle.
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urbanknightart · 3 months
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The Sacred Disease
Emir's second core derangement, next to hearing the voice of God. His seizures are triggered by broken glass (both the sound and the sight).
Not ideal when a Gargoyle just broke through your Church window after mauling your chest open.
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urbanknightart · 27 days
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Wanted to join a Beast themed horror zine, so I borrowed Tertius in his werepiggy form, with Catmir keeping him company 🐗🐈‍⬛
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spell-fox · 25 days
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Owain!
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One of the youngest cainites in the city, and here temporarily, Owain is part of a travelling mystery play troupe. Skilled with a lute, still learning... Basically every other life and unlife skill but very enthusiastic. His heart has been captured by the young mong Æthelfrid, Emir's ghoul.
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urbanknightart · 6 months
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What if we bonded a pair of magpies to us so we can communicate when we're apart 🥺
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