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But I am bound upon a wheel of fire - Moonlit Rivals, Log 4
Who: Readers and Editors!
What: The ne're-do-wells in the forest may have been discovered, but that's not the end of their plans...
When: During the ~full moon~ [OOC Timeline: March 13 - March 26]
Where: The streets (and sewers) of Montica
Content warnings: Presumed blood, please include a content warning in header for anything more than a passing mention
There has been more cooperation within Montica in the last few days than in the last several centuries. House Umbra, led by the young Nero, have reached across the metaphorical (and literal) lines drawn over the years to their wolfish neighbors, arranging for safe passage for those aiming for the forest in pursuit of their missing fellows. (Does his sire know this? No? Oh well, I’m sure it’s fine.) Of course, there are some rumors about why he might be so willing to reach out. Wasn’t that the Guildulf heir he was getting quite close with? Which one might get a little confused in the rumor mill, but that’s not really the biggest concern for most people at the moment.
Speaking of the Guildulf, Roberte Guildulf himself has been acting as a central point of information. Information finds its way to his household and out again to whomever might ask, and since he has- so far- not doctored or tailored said information, it leads to quite a convincing picture. The slights and troubles the wolves have long pinned on the Umbra, including their own missing persons, originate somewhere out in the forest, where two of the exiled vampire clans have been hiding. The Orlock and Brando’s goals are still in question, but between the groups going into the woods, the stories they bring out, and the variety of pooled information from across the city, there is little else that could be causing all of this.
Now the question is merely what to do about them. Or, perhaps, what they intend to do about everyone else.
Invasion
Though their numbers have been cut by forays into their territory, the waiting clans are not backing down without a fight. Whether it was their plan all along or they were pushed into action, they’ve seemed content to play defensively, keep their home turfs clear of invading forces and protect their unrightful claims.
No more, though. And no intelligence to predict what comes next, as unprecedented as such a rash, dauntless move could possibly be.
As the full moon appears on the horizon, so too do the Orlock and Brando vampires appear on the outskirts of the city, melting out of the shadows of the forest (mostly metaphorically) with dozens, if not hundreds of vampires at the ready - with teeth and ambitions bared, ready to storm the gate and take over the city by force.
Even one vampire can take on maybe a dozen unarmed men, but human tenacity and modern weaponry certainly evens the odds somewhat; but right now there’s more vampires than has ever been seen in a single location, even including the Montican vampire’s balls and such. Certainly they outnumber the Umbral vampires and Guildulf werewolves individually - but perhaps, working together, the city-bound supernaturals might well even the odds.
And the Editors, as well, could certainly lend some much needed outside-context assistance. If they felt the need to turn this story back towards a more optimistic conclusion.
Set To Burn
But such a big, showy demonstration of brash power and overt noise, a fiasco of in-living-memory unheard-of scale, well. Surely that can’t be their final plan?
Luckily for them (and unluckily for everyone else), it’s not.
A small cotillion of Orlock vampires - ones powerful in their traditional art of hypnosis, and equipped with equipment necessary for crafting small, powerful, fast-spreading fires, have taken off in the cover of the scrimmage, and are headed deep into the city itself. So that by the time the skirmish has been fully sounded, and drawn attention from the majority of the city towards the far side of Montica - smoke starts going up in seemingly random spots.
The observant might notice that the fire points are all within immediate, obvious views of manholes. Make of that what you will.
Regardless, this could all be for naught if there isn’t a city to live in afterwards- those less inclined towards the fight may well make themselves busy putting out the fires. Literally, and metaphorically, since those that have been hypnotized might find themselves making trouble not of their own will.
What: The ne're-do-wells in the forest may have been discovered, but that's not the end of their plans...
When: During the ~full moon~ [OOC Timeline: March 13 - March 26]
Where: The streets (and sewers) of Montica
Content warnings: Presumed blood, please include a content warning in header for anything more than a passing mention
There has been more cooperation within Montica in the last few days than in the last several centuries. House Umbra, led by the young Nero, have reached across the metaphorical (and literal) lines drawn over the years to their wolfish neighbors, arranging for safe passage for those aiming for the forest in pursuit of their missing fellows. (Does his sire know this? No? Oh well, I’m sure it’s fine.) Of course, there are some rumors about why he might be so willing to reach out. Wasn’t that the Guildulf heir he was getting quite close with? Which one might get a little confused in the rumor mill, but that’s not really the biggest concern for most people at the moment.
Speaking of the Guildulf, Roberte Guildulf himself has been acting as a central point of information. Information finds its way to his household and out again to whomever might ask, and since he has- so far- not doctored or tailored said information, it leads to quite a convincing picture. The slights and troubles the wolves have long pinned on the Umbra, including their own missing persons, originate somewhere out in the forest, where two of the exiled vampire clans have been hiding. The Orlock and Brando’s goals are still in question, but between the groups going into the woods, the stories they bring out, and the variety of pooled information from across the city, there is little else that could be causing all of this.
Now the question is merely what to do about them. Or, perhaps, what they intend to do about everyone else.
Invasion
Though their numbers have been cut by forays into their territory, the waiting clans are not backing down without a fight. Whether it was their plan all along or they were pushed into action, they’ve seemed content to play defensively, keep their home turfs clear of invading forces and protect their unrightful claims.
No more, though. And no intelligence to predict what comes next, as unprecedented as such a rash, dauntless move could possibly be.
As the full moon appears on the horizon, so too do the Orlock and Brando vampires appear on the outskirts of the city, melting out of the shadows of the forest (mostly metaphorically) with dozens, if not hundreds of vampires at the ready - with teeth and ambitions bared, ready to storm the gate and take over the city by force.
Even one vampire can take on maybe a dozen unarmed men, but human tenacity and modern weaponry certainly evens the odds somewhat; but right now there’s more vampires than has ever been seen in a single location, even including the Montican vampire’s balls and such. Certainly they outnumber the Umbral vampires and Guildulf werewolves individually - but perhaps, working together, the city-bound supernaturals might well even the odds.
And the Editors, as well, could certainly lend some much needed outside-context assistance. If they felt the need to turn this story back towards a more optimistic conclusion.
Set To Burn
But such a big, showy demonstration of brash power and overt noise, a fiasco of in-living-memory unheard-of scale, well. Surely that can’t be their final plan?
Luckily for them (and unluckily for everyone else), it’s not.
A small cotillion of Orlock vampires - ones powerful in their traditional art of hypnosis, and equipped with equipment necessary for crafting small, powerful, fast-spreading fires, have taken off in the cover of the scrimmage, and are headed deep into the city itself. So that by the time the skirmish has been fully sounded, and drawn attention from the majority of the city towards the far side of Montica - smoke starts going up in seemingly random spots.
The observant might notice that the fire points are all within immediate, obvious views of manholes. Make of that what you will.
Regardless, this could all be for naught if there isn’t a city to live in afterwards- those less inclined towards the fight may well make themselves busy putting out the fires. Literally, and metaphorically, since those that have been hypnotized might find themselves making trouble not of their own will.
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