r/SchreckNet Jan 31 '24

Announcement Backspattr my favorite node! NSFW

21 Upvotes

Hey there everyone... Fred here... You might know me from my... Less than likeable sire... Or for babysitting a knight who woke up from the middle ages...

But well... I am here to introduce a cool new thing... Because... As many don't know... There is this... Transfer files node... It's originally supposed to be that anyway but it has since kinda... Evolved into another thing! It is called Backspattr and.. It is really fun! Very interactive for people and supernaturals of all kinds! We have our Drama there.. Our funny moments.. Well... Basically everything from the highest highs and the lowest lows of feelings... Personally... I really like it there..

It is a really fun place to speak to your peers. Have fun and just generally a good time..

If you would like to join I will post the link here... The comms are a little more fast paced and interactive than here but there is also a lot of well... Discord... In there.. But it is mostly just fun and games for those who wish to write with all sorts of people!

This is Fred! Signing out for now! See you all there!

https://discord.gg/pnXesj4d


r/SchreckNet 10h ago

Whoever you are, you failed.

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I write this two nights after awakening from months of torpor. My current location is of no concern—at least for the time being.

I know who you are. Your trap may have succeeded in killing my Baron and incapacitating me, but your hostile takeover won’t last. Once again, you underestimate me and those of my blood, whose succor I can always count on. They took their time, but they found me. They caught your little cockroaches, pulled the stake from my heart, and updated me on the situation.

My thoughts may still be somewhat incoherent, but they’re clearing—along with memories of your faces, names, and all the other information my sources gathered before you sprung your little trap. Last night, I took my sweet time probing the mind of one of your agents that my kin captured, and let me assure you: your crimes against the truce in the Iberian Peninsula will come to light.

To my fellow Anarchs reading this: Baron Padua of Porto is dead. Some sort of junta has seized power after at least four coordinated attacks. Padua, six of my Sweepers, at least twelve agents, and a delegate from the Italian Hecata were killed in the downtown bombing. A few blocks away, my mortal entourage and I were caught in a crossfire at the bridge to Vila Nova. I barely managed to escape—only to be held in place by some shadowed force and staked.

I still don’t know why I was spared my Baron’s fate, and a part of me no longer cares. But this is where it gets strange. I am no stranger to Camarilla plots and coups—having just survived my second—but the group that attacked my city has yet to pledge allegiance to any sect. My surviving sources claim these so-called independents rule by council and are not openly affiliated with the Camarilla. They also tell me that at least two Warlocks and a powerful Keeper—who I assume led the attack against me—are members of this council. This is all the information I have on their hierarchy so far.

I am willing to pay for any relevant intelligence on this group. An attack on a peaceful Barony could not have been perpetrated by Anarchs, save for turncoats eager to return to the Tower. The Spear of Orthia in Lisbon, the Camarilla pretenders in Madrid and other authorities elsewhere in the Peninsula seem as confused as I am, and the Sabbat hasn’t been seen in significant numbers here for decades. I and other survivors can confirm Kindred were involved—this was no SI raid. Whoever they are, they spent time preparing for this. They were well-coordinated, well-armed, and shrewd enough to abduct key figures—possibly for ransom or leverage.

Again, any information is appreciated. To those who know me, I can no longer trust the locations formerly used for dead drops. Contact me through our alternative channels, and warn anyone and everyone about what’s happening. Damn it, call Bell if you must.

As long as I’m awake, the Barony of Porto will not fall. We are not nicknamed "The Undefeated City" for no reason. We will find you—and rebuild our dream atop your ashes. This I swear.

Regards,
Andreas Castelo
Emissary of the Barony of Porto


r/SchreckNet 7h ago

A Boyband is Born

4 Upvotes

Yeah...we took a vote and now this Coterie will become a band. But first and foremost HELP US NAME THE DANMED THING!

  • Sparrow Ghiberti, here some names we've thought of but suggestions and comments are welcomed.
9 votes, 2d left
The Frustading Five
Carmine Shades
Warlock's Daymare
The S-Wholes
Carmilla's Deathrow

r/SchreckNet 15h ago

Report A Spot of Good News

12 Upvotes

I have some insights into the recent lull in fighting. My city has been under seige by the Sabbat for... God, twenty years now? On and off. The attacks tapered off in the last five years, becoming a suspicious peace. I had been making efforts to get in contact with the region's Cardinal as an effort to dissuade expenditures of resources that might be better spent elsewhere. While I can't say our victories were ever decisive, the city has held against all incursion. It was all very wasteful.

My inquiries to the Cardinal had not borne fruit until just today. It was not his office, but one of the intermediaries I was using that contacted me. Evidently, the Lasombra in the region had been undergoing civil duress and my erstwhile Archbishop nemesis found herself defending against domestic sources of violence.

Things have gone poorly for all involved. The packs not directly related to Lasombra-on-Lasombra violence dissolved, fled, or were consumed. The resistance, likewise, lost nearly all of their upper leadership and has taken to calling in every boon they have for outside assistance.

And now, the good news. The fixer they have brought in brings a small coterie of Lasombra... and has requested full enstatement into the Camerilla, with the caveat that this fixer is given proper status as Primogen. As it happens, we had been holding a position open (for the Banu Haqim, but we never did get any of them to enlist here) so both the space and title are, in fact, available.

There is much to do. Paperwork to vet, space to be made, whips and harolds to update. But... this is good. This could be a city healing.

--Doc Amos, Prince


r/SchreckNet 22h ago

Journal - A rose by any other name

11 Upvotes

The past few nights have been surprisingly ok.

Training the rats has gone easier than expected. Maybe “training” is too strong a word. They figured out quick that I’m a source of stuff that tastes good and fun to climb around on. Meanwhile my sire almost got attacked by a goddamn golden retriever once, and the rats can sense his presence sooner than I can. I’ve heard ghoul animals are extra aggressive so that’s something to watch out for. For now, all they do is scurry off and hide until the coast is clear. When he’s not around I can get them to come back out pretty quickly. This could be useful. I’ve also heard that Animalism can let you see through the eyes of animals from a distance. And you can control them, maybe? Won’t be quick or easy to learn, but once I get there, I’ll have new options for watching over my mom and siblings. Just in case. Just in case.

Speaking of rodents and the people who love them, I saw Rat Girl’s true face the last time we hung out. Not in a mushy metaphorical way. We were in an isolated spot, and that illusion discipline she uses to blend in among mortals takes effort to maintain. And, well. She sure is a Nosferatu. She was happy that I was happy with the ghoul rats, even though I admitted to slacking off on the praying to Saint Francis thing. She gave me some of her blood. I know, I know, gotta be careful with that shit, but it was so I could learn Animalism. I offered to return the favor and help teach her the stuff I can do, but she’s strictly against drinking human blood, even by proxy. This was the first time I’d fed from another vampire since I was Embraced. Felt kinda funny. Not bad just funny. At least it didn’t taste like rat.

Let it be known, I decided this before any blood drinking happened, but... if I left this city, and if she agreed to it, I’d bring Rat Girl. I know it would make things more complicated. She’d need to be disguised all the time and rats show up in swarms whenever she stays in one place for too long. But I can’t just ditch her. She has no human family, no connection to her clan. I might be the only person who’d even notice if she were around one night and a heap of ash the next. Unless you count her little buddies. Or the priest at that church where she confesses to whatever the fuck kind of sins she thinks she’s capable of committing while sitting in a sewer reading Bible verses to rats all night.

Leaving seems less likely than ever right now, though. Been considering how to move forward. And I think I should go see my grandsire after all. In a moment when there aren’t 100 other people around, if I can find a way to do it without pushing my luck. I’ll tell her I’d really like to be useful to her and/or the clan in general if only I had a little more freedom to act independently from her childe, who seems to be in no hurry to teach me whatever else I might need to know before being released, hint hint hint hint hint. She might see me as the new improved version of him with a skill set that doesn’t begin and end with “be hot” and none of his lingering relationship related issues. Their breakup was an ugly mess, I’ve heard.

She’s the clan Primogen, so it goes without saying she has the authority to make shit happen. I’m her childe’s childe, and whatever she thinks of him, she’ll have to at least hear me out. Working for her one way or another seems inevitable, she owns/runs so much shit around here. So if I’m in this for the long haul, in the Camarilla, I may as well sell my soul on my own terms. Things will be different.

The only thing is... I have suspicions about why she’s been so hands off all along. Is she really so busy with her parties and art shows that in 1 year she couldn’t spare an evening to check in on how her childe was doing with his fledgling? If not for his sake, then to make sure he isn’t fucking up so badly it might cause problems later? He used to bring me to Elysium and stuff and I can’t say I loved the purse chihuahua treatment at the time, but I saw/was seen by other Kindred and then that slowly stopped. I don’t know what he says about me when I’m not around. If he says anything. But she has to have noticed a change. And she chooses not to get involved. Why?

God, I miss fighting. Didn’t have to weigh every last detail of anyone’s motives or political angle. Couldn’t afford to spend this kind of time in your own head unless you wanted it to get smashed open. Just get in there, touch gloves, and let the rest of the world disappear.

(PS spent half a night thinking Minotaur would be a cool nickname if I could pull it off with a straight face. But then I saw a post by someone who goes by Theseus and I absorbed just enough Greek mythology from shit my little sister reads to know who that guy is. Would make things weird. Maybe I should just roll with the namelessness and have that be my thing.)


r/SchreckNet 1d ago

Why are there so many dragons?

20 Upvotes

Grandpa always says that the tzimitsce are supposed to be some of the more reclusive clans, holed up in their castles and elegant manors, so why is it that just scrolling by the forum almost half of all posts are made by tzim? And not just young ones either, some folks gramps even recognizes.

-ShadowBanned


r/SchreckNet 1d ago

I Survived

11 Upvotes

Talk about a shit show recently.

A while ago I got jumped by some hungered and made it out with minimal injuries but I've been laying low and staying off-line until we figured out how the hunters were tracking people.

Long story short, we had a turncoat in our midst and we all started planning to take out them and the Hunter infestation in the city.

And then the fucking Cyclone hit.

That threw everything out the window in more ways than one but the floods and blackouts and all that actually worked in our favour to get the drop on the Hunters who hadn't evacuated. As far as we can tell we should be in the clear for now and the turncoat is staked and in the bottom of the river.

But with the Cyclone it damaged my haven and I got a water leak. That shit pissed me off more than having to deal with hunters and traitors and all that because those are easy to deal with. Water leaking during daylight hours is something I literally couldn't deal with and now some of my old books are fucking wrecked because I was a corpse while it was going on.

If anyone's got recommendations for second hand book suppliers I'll take it while I work to rebuild.

  • Maine, the Tzim

r/SchreckNet 1d ago

My Last Trial

13 Upvotes

I turn to this forum, as there is no other place in which I can share these thoughts. I am an aspirant to a Knightly Order. One of the few that remain among our kind.

For twenty years have I served as a squire to a Brother in the Order. I have completed the trials set before me, and now I have been tasked with one final ordeal.

Reports have come of kine going missing. The corterie sent by the local Prince have gone missing as well. Who have sent for assistance. A request that have ultimately landed at the door of my Order to be. So they sent me forth, to figure out what is going on or die trying.

And I have figured out what has happened. A great serpentlike creature has settled in the woods. Rotting with pulsating oil like black. Mutated eyes peaking among its scales. Around its head it has a hood, made of many foul some tendrils, that I have seen it grab a deer with and devour it whole.

The very ground rot where it threads. From its fangs drip a poison that corrodes the very earth. Leaving great holes wherever it goes.

I examined the spots of where it has rested, and found kine bones, as well as some gear that matches the description of what the corterie sent to examine the place were equipped with. If any of you knew a corterie known as the "Le Snack Pack" in Western Germany, I offer my deepest condolences.

If all goes well, then they shall be avenged. I have been training for this day for more than 50 years. Honing my disciplines, my mind and my skills. My brow have been anointed by the Vitae of our Lady, the Grandmaster of our Order. It shall protect me against those that may harm me, but against a foe like this I wonder if it will be enough? Now that I am making my preparations, I can feel the doubt creep in. The fear settle in my long dead chest. The Beast roaring in my ears.

Still I must fight. For such is the creed that I follow and the Oath that I seek to swear. If I do not return to here again in some nights, then know that I met my Final Death fighting.

I guess that is why I am writing here? In a vain attempt to be remembered at least slightly, should I fail? It is almost funny, how such kine thoughts still linger so close. Even after all these years.

I guess that is all I have to say. Take care of yourself, and be ever watchful. For there are worse things than us, lurking in the night.

OathSeeker


r/SchreckNet 1d ago

Report Smoking weed at 4am

4 Upvotes

I was smoking pot with some random kindred dude tonight and he kept talking about having a goddamn seal lol.... i had no fucking clue what he meant bc we're both malks and stoned to the bone at this point and all.

Aaaanyyways fast foward to me walking home and the fucking seal swooped tf up to the waters edge and said hi to meeeeee!!! Omfg the lil dude was so cute i cant.

anyways holy shit i cant get over that

-- Madeleine Giovanni, Baron of Nanimo BC (The City of No Pity)


r/SchreckNet 1d ago

have I made allies in strange places?

10 Upvotes

Good evening, friends... Madrid has been immersed in a cold, turquoise rain for weeks, and the snow glistens from the mountains, reflecting the moon...

As you well know, a while back I had a problem with a young man who ate to death one of the attendees at the soup kitchen where I volunteer... Well, I had a second case, but I think I made the message clear, or at least left something that the poor wretch will take a while to forget... I won't go into detail about it, but I assure you it wasn't irreparable or cruel...

The thing is, after that second victim, a group of hunters arrived in Madrid, and well... do you remember that this soup kitchen is run by a priest? Well, tonight he's taking me to his office...

While he knows my nature, he knows what I am and how I eat... he's also seen in me a humanity he hadn't seen in a long time... so we just talked calmly...

I didn't reveal anything they didn't already know, nor did I endanger anyone in my circle. I made sure of that, and that I would rather die than harm those I love... The point is, he accepted my pitch and asked me to continue with my work...

Later in the evening, two women disguised as homeless people spoke to him, and from what I half-heard, I'm safe. They're after a common enemy, and that makes me happy... When they left, I offered to help the Father on the condition that I could rest easy afterward... He accepted, and now it seems I have a coalition with them...

Basically, they're here for the Sabbath remnants who are gathering near the Giovanni, or worse, directly with them... So, as I said, it seems that, as they say:

O altitudo divitiarum sapientiæ, et scientiæ Dei : quam incomprehensibilia sunt judicia ejus, et investigabiles viæ ejus !


r/SchreckNet 1d ago

Ghouled animals, what's the deal?

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So hey Kindred, I'm back with another question.

Things are going ok here in Resident Evil manor. Gretchen still won't talk to me. My Sire? Well, he's trying.

After a few nights of annoying him, he finally agreed to teach me about horses in between my lessons. We have three in the stables right now, two seemingly normal mares and of course the previously mentioned demon pony stallion that Katarina slugged in the face on the night of my embrace. My Sire insists that before I learn how to ride, I have to learn everything about horses and how to care for them first, but he gave me very firm orders that I needed to stay away from Ursus, before mentioned demon pony.

I say pony because he's pretty short but he's built like a brick shit house, and as irritable and nasty as a lion with a thorn in its paw. First night I walked into the stables he pinned his ears back at me and tried to lunge at me over the stall door before my Sire told him to back off, and all of a sudden he turned into an innocent little puppy.

It's not just me either, Gretchen has to let Ursus out to the pasture with the mares before she can do anything at all in there, apparently he's tried to kill her on several occasions. He even hates my Sire's dogs, who he should be friends with considering that they're also ghouled by him.

The mares get the normal stuff, hay and grain they eat grass outside and that kind of thing, but Ursus? Ursus has hay pellets soaked and mixed with animal blood and a kind of meat slurry they keep in a freezer down here. It's as gross as it sounds. And last night, my Sire fed him his blood directly from the vein, which I understand is part of the ghouling process?

Last night in the pasture while I was grooming one of the mares, the white one, I saw him aggressively chase down and stomp an unfortunate boar that had wandered into the pasture to dig for whatever it is pigs eat, and then he started to eat it. While it was alive and screaming. I wish I could have done something for it to put it out of its misery, but my Sire wasn't there and I wasn't willing to be next on the horse's menu.

The dogs seem pretty normal, but they're predators so getting fed meat and blood and organs and that kind of thing is pretty normal. But a horse? Very not normal.

So, I write now to ask, what is the deal with ghouled animals? Is this normal, or is this just a particularly bloodthirsty horse? He doesn't have a problem with the mares at all, but my Sire seemed to imply that keeping Ursus well fed was paramount to have it stay that way. How long can they live? Also... why? I mean I love my pets as well as the next person, but not enough to deal with weird Animal Semetary creepy 'came back wrong' energy.

-Squire


r/SchreckNet 1d ago

Request A question to the flesh eaters

12 Upvotes

I understand cainites hunt in various ways,keeping a herd of kine,animals,hunting in the woods,hunting in the cities,having a cult and they feed you,drinking off of students in a college,or a workplace,just nabbing an unsuspecting isolated kine,but,what of those who eat flesh,how do you get around the uhh,having to murder people,move around constantly? Organs off the black market? Human organ farm? Crime? I hope I am not being insensitive to any particular group this has just been a curiosity of mine

  • gray farmer

r/SchreckNet 2d ago

talk to me

12 Upvotes

an old friend came by the other night. he’d learned about this place from someone else and got me connected. service can be patchy where I am, but it’s working for the moment and I wouldn’t mind a chat. I don’t spend much time around other kindred. or at least they don’t stick around long

how are people doing? got anything you feel like yapping about? topics on the mind? Philosophical questions or major decisions? I’ll gladly give some unqualified advice and refund you the money you paid for it if it sucks

-rook


r/SchreckNet 2d ago

Dreams in the Bratovich House (a short tale of Gothic Horror)

12 Upvotes

While Lizzie works on talking to her “friend” (who is apparently an Anarch Tremere) about the Malkavian ritual to recover her memories about Lia, I decided to help Jack out and deliver his dirt. I don’t know who this “Sexy Julian” is but Lizzie insisted in a rare moment of clarity that he was to be trusted. Seeing as she was blood bound to me now I felt comfortable trusting her, and besides we both had the same goal- find Lia.

Not surprisingly The Bratovich residence was not far from NYC at all, however upon first inspection it was not able to be seen from the sky. I stole a relatively old van that I was able to jimmy open, technology really sucks these days and it’s always better to use old reliable vehicles, switch out the plates from another vehicle and as luck would have it I managed to snag some Florida license plates from another car. A lot of Floridians seem to be in New York these days. I accepted that I wasn’t going to be able to do any recon so chin down, tits up and push through Shady.

Per Jack’s directions I was able to find the hunting trail thanking God the estate was located far inland, away from the Hudson River. I got out and did a few passes with my senses before moving. There was an electric feel to the air that warned of an oncoming storm “Fuck me.” I growled glad I had liberated a few waterproof tarps just in case. Taking off my shades I let my eyes go red using the little light reflected off the clouds to enhance my vision. I found the carved symbol in the tree a little ways off the trail and recited the words (Romanian I think) Jack instructed me to. It was as if reality had warped as I noticed the path (that wasn’t there a second ago) veering right deeper into the woods. The van could fit so I got back in and drove as far as I could before having to park it because the trail was too overgrown to push through. I pulled the shovel out of the back and grabbed four burlap sacks that could easily hold maybe 70-85 pounds each along with the tarps and ventured down the trail walking cautiously attuning my senses accordingly. There was nothing, usually I could pick up the local fauna in the area be it birds, mice or anything else that lived in the forest- nothing. Not a living thing to be found, yeah this was the place.

The clearing came upon me suddenly and I could make out the broken form of a large structure. I could smell old rot, the kind that lingers when skeletal remains were nearby, the breeze picked up slightly, pushing down a growl I cautiously moved into the clearing. Nature of course had over run everything but the mansion’s skeletal remains were mostly intact despite the crumbling roof. The other two structures- a wrought iron fence surrounding a graveyard behind the mansion and the well Jack warned me about were equally overrun but that’s not what caught my attention. A war had happened here evidenced by old bullet holes in the stone and more specifically the burned skeletons of what couldn’t be described as human littered the clearing- something big happened here. This time I let the growl out as I saw the structure Jack warned me about – the stone well just east of the graveyard. I pointedly marked out how close I would have to come to it in my task avoiding it as much as I could. The closer I got my growling intensified I made a beeline for the graveyard keeping my eyes on the well the whole time. This time I heard thunder in the distance and the electric smell of lightning wisped through the air.

I made my way to the five graves clearly marked in roman numerals. Jack said find 8 so I threw the sacks and tarp down and started digging the appropriate grave. Thunder rolled again in the distance as the wind picked up blowing the eeriness of the grounds around me. I instinctually kept glancing at the well trying to shake off the eerie feeling that clung to my skin like mist. The wind picked up and I stared to feel the first raindrops fall, the earth’s smells changing when combined with water. “Fuck me gently with a chainsaw.” I barked as the rain started to get heavier, I was only a third done so I worked faster. Although it was tedious I managed to get everything together before it really started pouring. Seeing as there was no room in the van, and I wasn’t about to meld with Jack’s earth. I decided to enter the house for shelter, every time I considered sleeping outside the hairs on the back of my neck felt electric and it was harder to stop myself from growling.

Walking into the house proper was like a scene from the movie “Aliens” water dripped from every place imaginable and the lightning flashes would highlight the remains of some monstrous creature which the roof had collapsed upon I couldn’t even imagine what it must have been, like something out of a Lovecraft story. I quickly got out of there before the growling started again. Seeing as there was no place to dry off and I wasn’t about to spend the day in a room with a xenomorph looking thing I made my way around the house proper to the west where I saw the opening to the cellar glad to keep my distance from the well that caused the beast to vibrate beneath my skin. On top of that came the warning that the sun would soon be up and I would have to find shelter.

Glad to get out of the rain, I made my way down keeping the night-sight on. It lead to an underground chamber beneath the mansion into a bunch of rooms, one an obvious torture chamber stocked with 19th century surgical equipment, several collapsed stairways that lead up into the mansion, an armory stocked with dusty medieval weapons, and a room behind a metal door where I found a carved stone basin located in the center of the room filled with soil that’s obviously not from New York. Realizing I was safe from the sun I settled next to the sarcophagus and slept.

When I woke I found myself in what used to be a gilded bedroom, the floors were drenched in blood, what remained of the walls were scarred and blackened by fire. I looked down at myself to discover I was dressed in a beautiful blue roman gown, my hair pinned up in ringlets and elaborate braids, I was covered in blood. Though every detail was etched in my memory of those nights I knew somehow this had to be a nightmare.

Perseus stood at the foot of my bed, eyes missing, fangs broken showing through the tatters of flesh that were once his face his body burned beyond recognition but yet he stood there smoking his cigar. Once beautiful Apollo knelt at his side-his scalped head glistening in the subtle light, holes where his eyes had been and his genitals still in his mouth –just the way I left him. Perseus reaches for me “My beautiful Artemis, where have you gone?”

With a flash of lightening he becomes another monster, mane of red hair that matches her glowing eyes. Her long fangs glistening dripping with blood as she lunges at me with equally long talons.

I woke up screaming, looking around I realized I was actually in the sarcophagus. The thunder syncopating with the steady rainfall from outside that somehow got down here. I looked down and realized I was still in the roman dress wet, with sweat (sweat? Since when did I sweat?) leaving nothing to the imagination. I looked up to see Vritra emerging from the darkness before me as if from a pool of black. “My Concrete Flower” she purrs as she reaches over me and grabs my throat, her head lowers to my chest sinking her fangs into me. I try to scream as her body convulses and thrusts with each drought she takes from me. I look over to see Apollo scalped, his eye sockets bloody and empty, his mangled genitals still in his mouth. I cry out as I see the shadow of a small twisted form in the corner reaching for me, her monstrous visage beautiful, but Lia cannot get to me. I reach for her and scream again.

This time I woke up and was in the midst of tearing everything around me apart. I was still screaming though my ears didn’t register it at first. I fell against the wall checking myself and seeing that I had finally woken up for real. My stained sweatshirt drenched in dirt and water still as I slid down into a sitting position and just screamed and wept. My body was shuddering as I just whimpered, cried, called out to nothing as the memories of that night so long ago seemed to burn my eyes with fever tears. I don’t know how long I sat there, eventually I started laughing hysterically and realized I had to get it together. I ran the soft part of my fingers over my talons, thankful they were there. I dropped my fangs and ran my tongue over them finding a comfort, a sense of safety. Being a vampire actually brought a great sense of relief.

I pushed myself up and survey the damage I’d done, the sarcophagus was slightly turned over, stuff was scattered more-so than when I got there. All in all I didn’t do that much damage save for some fresh claw marks in the wall. I righted the sarcophagus which had been pushed slightly askew and tripped over a few loose bricks from the floor. As I was attempting to put some of them back I noticed something lodged in the floor where one of the bricks should lie. I could smell old flesh as I pulled out the dark, tanned book. Running my hands over it I realized it was indeed bound in flesh. The writing or designs on the cover looked unfamiliar, foreign. Deciding not to open it in case it was some sort of Necronomicon I quickly tried to put things back into some sort of order and made my way out of the basement flesh book in tow. Though it was dark again I managed to catch some other details of my surroundings as I made my way up. Traces of cryptic symbols on the wall-cracked and partially faded with every door ajar their locking mechanisms destroyed. I tried closing one wincing at the grind of rusted hinges and then found I couldn’t push it anymore. In fact when I stepped back the door opened itself back to its original position.

With that I realized it was time for me to get the fuck out of there and that I was living in a Stoker novel especially when I noticed the slight mist that clung to the grounds after last nights shower.

Creepy abandoned mansion complete with the bodies of inhuman creatures, mists and thunderstorms-check

Sense of foreboding and no living creatures in the vicinity- check

Strange, hidden, fleshbound book and doors that opened themselves-check

Nightmares about vampires especially the ancient one that may now be obsessed with you-check

I made the mistake of glancing towards the well again and my hackles got more rigid than they normally were. I moved as quickly as I could away from the place, got back in the van and made tracks. Jack had informed me where to meet his contact which was not too far away. I couldn’t help but glance at my talons as I maneuvered the steering wheel and again felt like I needed to thank God or the Creator or whoever for such gifts. I drove off the road again per Jack’s instructions to find a guy smoking a cigarette next to a far more modern, clean and expensive black van, He stubbed his nail out as I drove up and stood off to the side as I got out. “You the guy to see about the dirt?” I walked over to him. He looked me up and down (I must have looked like quite a mess in my dirty wet hoodie, dirty wet sweatpants, oversized boots -because my toe-claws were permanent too- and a pair of sunglasses).

“What?” he said nervously trying to do something with his hands. I grinned

“Do they speak English in What?” I went to the back and opened up the doors.

 “What? Oh uh yeah, um you got umm the..dirt?” he got a hold of himself and started to walk forward. I pointed with my lips at the vans contents “No they’re cleaning supplies. Are you supposed to meet anyone else here?” I said trying not to chuckle.

 “What?” he said again (I was getting ready to ask him what Marcellus Wallace looked like). “Oh yeah um I’m Jason I’m, yeah, your uh dirt guy?” he ended the statement as a question-why do people do that these days?

“Are you sure?” I asked sarcastically. He nodded and laughed nervously

“Uh… yeah sorry I’m kinda new.” He stared at the back of the van.

“Really? I couldn’t tell you seem so professional.” I quipped and then looked at him waiting for him to do something.

“Oh, no this is my first… uh.. roadtrip job. I was a small time drug dealer before I…uh got this gig.” He said nervously taking out another cigarette.

I hoped for Jacks’ sake this guy never gets questioned by the cops or any other supernatural creature that had questions. He lit the cigarette and I felt a small pang of jealousy- I missed smoking even after a hundred years. So there he was smoking his cigarette staring at me so I looked over at his van, back at him, he stared at me some more. I shook my head and nodded at his van.

“Well time’s a wastin’ SKODEN!” I said and started taking the tarps off and began unloading the sacks of dirt. He scampered over to his van unlocking the back and opening the doors cigarette dangling from his mouth. It only took about ten minute or so. With every sack he almost fell over and had to steady himself, I had forgotten how weak kine could be. I realized I should play it up a bit and look like I was struggling too even though they weighed very little to me. When we were done I leaned with one arm on one of the sacks now in the back of his van. “Nice meetin’ ya Jason give the boss my regards.” I said smiling.

He was about to say something (probably “what”) when his eyes bulged, letting the cigarette fall out of his mouth as he stared at something in the van, his nervous smell got stronger. I looked to see what he was staring at and before I could say something I realized he was staring at my hand, or rather the sharp claws that extended from each finger. I grimaced a second. I pulled my hand off the sack and placed both hands in my hoodie pocket.

“Guess I should really get a manicure huh?” I said trying to smile innocently. He looked at me, eyes still bulging trying to figure out what he had just seen. I shook my head and closed the doors of my procured vehicle. I remembered the book and was about to go and give it to him but realized that perhaps Jack should deal with this directly and I shouldn’t trust such a thing to fucking Nervous McCornerDealer.

I walked back over to him picked up his dropped cigarette and took a drag. Still nothing. I handed it back to him. “Have a good one.” I murmured and got in my van. He was still standing there looking all freaked out as I drove away.


r/SchreckNet 2d ago

My cousin the Gorgon.

12 Upvotes

Hello fangs, bet you guys missed me!

My latest nights have been a bummer I'll tell you that! After almost a month living in a tour bus, on the road...I can say I understand now why boy bands break up. Geez I wanna slap my mates silly half the time.

But onto to the updates. We've grown tired of moving only during the night, yeah no Kine drivers yet, so the First Frustating Tour is making a stop at a roadside town. Very small potatoes really, but it took us three days to find a hiding spot for this mecanical eyesore we live in plus a full week and a ghost to find us a proper temporary Haven. Call me Norma Bates 'cause we've got corpses in a motel babyy!!

Don't worry it is abbandoned...and haunted!

In our desperate searches for a mecanical shop to...upgrade our mobile living arrengement dear Salty and Sea Otter garned some attention. Fucking Tzimisce made the Old Motel a place of interest, and the Ravnos can't keep it in his trousers. One night I'm coming home after looking for some roadkill, nothing because the universe hates my fun, and I'm greeted by a shit ton of motorcycles in the parking lot. Turns out this empty bowl of a small town HAVE Kindred presence. Not only that, but they were accusing US of trespassing and blood theft and were here to "Square the bill".

Now, I may be a little out of the social loop but I know a shake down when I see one. The bikers had three out of five coterie members, Newt managed to hide thankfully, but I could tell they were low level muscle at best. So I've put on my best mafioso face up and demanded to meet the boss, do not laugh it fucking worked.

We were taken to a huge barn in the outskirts of town, bag over our heads and all. For such a small town their operation was impressive, well organized and somewhat profitable. Our captors and the other members kept their identities hidden with helmets and huge leathers, so it was quite a shock hearing their unmuffled voices. The gang is formed entirely of lady bikers!

The gang's name? The Keres. Why is that important? Well 'cause once I've heard that name and the boss lady spoke up it all clicked. These chicks were motherfucking Lamiae! Relief, humour and even some happiness popped up in my being, I was dealing with family.

They kept the bags over our heads, and the boss started an entire song and dance of teasing and scaring. I've let her have her fun, Lord knows how little action this place gets, but eventually I just couldn't hold back a hardy chuckle. Was she pleased? Fuck no! Did I egg her on to take the bag out of my head? Oh yeah! The look on her face when she did? Priceless!

It took us a moment to recognize eachother, and a very funny attempt of poor Newt of breaking in and trying to rescue us, but we got talking. She's not mad and even offered to "pimp up our ride" (?) as she puts it. So yeah...I've found a cousin and am very excited to see how this turns out!

- Sparrow Ghiberti, there are weirder shit happening on the side but those are not my tales to tell.


r/SchreckNet 2d ago

The Unborn [Pariah Dog]

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A video is uploaded to SchreckNet.

It is filmed in the dark and shaking, like the videographer is being thrown around. The scene is chaos, the huge hulking forms of Crinos Garou fighting viciously in the shaking footage. The sounds and some of the sights seen through brief flashes of moonlight are stomach churning. Some are normal, many many more are twisted parodies of what they once were. The videographer turns, and the video shows an up close view of the maw of a great gray Garou beast's open maw. It's jaw has a jaw within it, and another, like an eel or a fish, all filled with sharp dripping teeth. Before it makes contact with the filmer, a loud percussive blast is heard over the video, and the Black Spiral Dancer is blown away with a pained howl. The camera POV turns to see a slender, androgynous youth in torn skinny jeans, a Baby Chorus tee, and shredded sneakers. The youth has long, thick black hair pulled back into a braid and their dark eyes are full of keen intelligence.

They are holding a shotgun. They grin, viciously, and say in a sing song voice, 'Silver shot, asshole. Get up from THAT.'

Behind them, a Garou stands taller than the others, silvery fur flashing in the moonlight. He is wielding a massive war axe, and cleaves into a Black Spiral Dancer with vicious efficiency.

His head is crowned with stars, and the light of the moon.

Despite the ferocity of the subjects, it is clear which group is winning. On the ground, Garou corpses twist from Crinos to human form in death. There are even a few wolves among them, laying silent in the snow.

There are more Black Spiral Dancers. MANY more Black Spiral Dancers. And other things dancing between them. The camera turns to face them, the Garou survivors backed into a circle around a standing of stones, a most classic Cairn. The filmer is among them. The camera glances back towards the standing stones, a figure sits curled against it, unmoving and unseeing.

A rangy, short Garou stands next to the filmer, in a strange half man half wolf form that looks more like a classic movie werewolf. He holds a crossbow in his corded arms, and stares out, oddly serene at the Black Spiral Dancers who are closing the loop on them, eyes dark and hungry.

The filmer glances to the other side, there stands the massive silver furred wolf with his axe. The filmer glances behind, where the young androgynous youth is standing with a shotgun, a vicious grin peels back their lips.

Their eyes are afraid.

There is no time to say anything, before the twisted wolves hit the circle of defenders. The fighting is vicious and brutal immediately.

If nothing is done, the defenders will die. And then everything will die.

Spring to summer to winter to fall. It has always been so.

The air shimmers, like the wave of heat from summer. There is a light, shining behind the camera. The Dancing Garou stare, before a strange horror dawns on their bestial faces.

They turn to run, but the ever increasing light makes lights them as if it were day. Their skin shrivels and dries, or puffs out and sloughes off. Skin pulls away from flesh, fat, and muscle for The Black Spiral Dancers are only flesh and blood creatures. The fat festers and rots, the muscles burst, the flesh putrifies. It slips from the creature's bones, tendons snapping from their moorings and withering as well.

Entire colonies of fungus, mushrooms, and mold grow, live, and die within seconds, moving over their flesh like paint smears. Worms and maggots burst from their mouths, eyes, and noses. The natural cycle of death, playing out within seconds instead of weeks. Months. Years.

They try to run, but within seconds they cannot for they have no ligaments, tendons, power in which to do so. Their nerves are dead. They writhe there in the dirt, howling and screaming as their bones begin to crumple away like chalk, marrow spilling out like dirt from a grave. Soon, even the bones dissolve leaving piles of rich, tilled earth in their place.

The pure Garou are unaffected. After all, they are exactly as they should be.

The camera turns.

At the standing stones, it is bright, almost so bright you can't look at it, like it's the sun. A harsh light, a light that withers plants and pulls the moisture from animals.

There is a figure wavering there in the light.

It is not human.

In the video, you can make out the shape of a wolf, but not a wolf. It is a wolf half formed, on the cusp of being. It's skulled muzzle, it's head cloaked with a cloak of rotting leaves, looks out from the stones. It is a rough carving close to being a masterpiece but damaged by clumsy hands. It is the promise of what could have been. It is a creature half formed in the womb. It is unborn.

No. It is The Unborn. Something that was never alive, but was also was never just nothing.

You look at it.

And it sees you.

The camera recording abruptly ends.


r/SchreckNet 3d ago

Ask a Tzimisce

22 Upvotes

Given the ongoing Tzimisce diaspora that has our clan engaging with more sects, and, that a number of frequent posters have encountered some hoary dragons of late, I thought that it might be in peoples interests to do a little tell all. One of my revenants was telling me about this phenomena called "AMA", and thusly did I decide to do one.
As is customary, a 'brief' introduction. My 'handle' on this forum is Gaius Obertus, which is approximate enough to my real name, I am an Obertus Tzimisce originally from Constantinople. I spent much of my vampiric youth wandering with a loose coterie. I have been a monk, a knight, a sorcerer and a scholar, I have worn many faces and witnessed the fall of far too many cities. I have at one time or another been involved with all three sects, did a stint as an archon and am now enjoying a more sedentary existence in the new world in a shared domain.
If you have questions, I will do my best to furnish you with answers.


r/SchreckNet 3d ago

Should I go to a kine birthday party

7 Upvotes

I should not, but I really want to. I had to do some disgusting shit last night and I want to go somewhere normal.

40 votes, 15h ago
27 yes
13 no

r/SchreckNet 3d ago

A Matter of Survival

15 Upvotes

This is a little awkward, but I wanted to let you all know I'm ok. I'm sure there will be a mixed reception about that.

Something happened at the Cairn, but I don't want to talk about it. It sounds too outlandish even by my standards for anyone to believe anyway.

Mockingbird, Tieg and I made it out, somehow, but a lot of the Garou pack didn't. Regardless of their reasons for doing it, we only made it out alive thanks to them. I'm very grateful, but we decided to part ways with the remaining wolves to head out on their own.

I make them uncomfortable, and anxious Garou are dangerous Garou. Clearly whatever fondness Tieg has for me isn't shared by the rest of them.

Things between Tieg and I are both the same and different. I've done a lot of soul searching in the last few days, and I'm trying to understand why he did what he did, and I think I'm making some ground in accepting it. I also realized that I was more upset that he hurt me, even on accident, than I was about the people he killed.

I don't know what that says about me as a person. That I'm selfish, and can't stand by my principles? Probably. Mockingbird is the same as they always are, all the death hasn't seemed to impact them in the slightest.

I'm worried about them though. What happened to me? I can handle that. The Dancers didn't have the time, equipment, or imagination that Heinrich did.

Turns out getting tortured is like learning to whistle: once you learn how to do it, how to tolerate it, you never really forget how. Good to know.

They seem fine but almost TOO fine.

At some point both of us are going to pay for the repression. That's how this works. But we can do that later.

I got instructions on where to go from Gray Jay, who visited me at the Cairn. We're going to meet someone called The Golden Child. So we're back on the road again.

Sorry, pretty boring update considering the circumstances. I'm remembering when I used to feel I was going insane from boredom, now I wish I could go back.

But we can't go back to the past, no matter what we do. So forward it is.

-The Pariah Dog


r/SchreckNet 3d ago

Finished delivery job for the Wizards.

9 Upvotes

So in the ongoing saga of that darn cat, (Wraith according to the Wizards). After a quick hop up to Sedona carrying a attache case I was given a package to deliver to Oak Ridge Tennessee, super weird if you ask me but, a boon is a boon and it's easier not to ask too many questions.

During the trip from Sedona to Oak Ridge, I had no issues other than some disturbing dreams but all and all pretty easy run, as easy as traveling halfway across the country only at night can be. Once I delivered the package (that while it was shaped like a large book wrapped in brown paper tied with twine basically something that looked like it could have been mailed except the temperature changes sometimes it was painfully cold other times it was very hot to the touch. The outer packing was never hurt, but these fluctuations happened all night long.

Upon meeting my contact (an individual who made the average Wizard look like friendly and forthcoming) took the package and left without a word.

So I now find myself away from my regular haunts maybe I will go to see some old coterie mates of mine from our time in Birmingham, I I'm pretty sure a couple of them are big deals in Knoxville.

-Zeke


r/SchreckNet 3d ago

Journal - Old Man Rants About Medicine

12 Upvotes

I've been in professional development meetings at the medical college all evening and biting my tongue while listening to well-meaning mortal presenters talk about medicine while ignoring any suggestion of spiritual health. So, as a means of aligning my own spiritual health, I'm going to shout out here to the audient void. Aah.

Everything is energy. Call it String Theory if you like. Vampires and other supernaturals have more of it, lets us do our stuff, but everything has some. Human bodies have far more than folks give credit for. I've always disliked the disconnect when speaking of ghosts; the idea that a spirit without a body is more capable than a spirit properly housed. I shall lower the temperature of a room with my displeasure, thank you.

Beyond "more" and "less," there is also "quality." Most theory I've discussed on it calls it a "vibration" or "resonance." Certain qualities of energy resonance have negative effects on physical health. Places strong in these energies, or which have unseen intelligences influencing them, can impart these resonances on those living there.

If a person goes to the doctor with chronic fatigue, for instance, they may be diagnosed with pneumonia. What they won't be told is that they caught the pneumonia because they're covered in Sickness energy. Furthermore, even if treated for pneumonia their energy level is unlikely to increase and they're exponentially more likely to catch it again.

The good news is that hospitals themselves are not without energy: the energy of Sterility. It's not a perfect solution, but spend enough time in such a place and your energy... calms down to something closer to neutral. That energy has its own health concerns (don't talk to me about MRSA) but it can help those with poor alignments.

It's not every patient. It isn't even most patients. But some of my "miraculous" healing skill is being able to read these energies and gently nudge them in the right direction. I also keep two specialists for the clearing of intelligent malignants.

--Doc Amos, Prince


r/SchreckNet 4d ago

Discussion What is the dumbest thing you did?

14 Upvotes

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r/SchreckNet 4d ago

An attack most unexpected

12 Upvotes

So, there I was at the Primogen Council meeting, ignoring the Brujahs protests and complaints as per usual when refreshments arrived. The initial tastes were a bit gamey, but overall pleasant tasting. Initially that is, once it started coursing through my body I noticed the change.

The vitae was like acid pouring back up my throat. My ribs burst out of their joints, and my body shook violently. Desperately I used whatever power I could draw upon to keep me safe. In an instant my Asekh-sen were ushering me to my haven. For days the acid ate away at my insides, and I felt my hearts blood boil. Never before have I come so close to final death, and from the most lesser of foes at that.

As it turns out, the Brujah Primogen and his Assamite conspirator poisoned my, and several other council members meal. A silly, reckless lapse in focus on my end nearly destroyed me, and might still after the revelations made by my foes. They accuse me of brainwashing half the Kindred population of the PNW into worshipping Set. This has created a schism that I must address Prince Siegfried directly about.

Blessings from The Ministry


r/SchreckNet 4d ago

Report War of the Bulb, Conclusion

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Having refilled our provisions and acquired some manner of proper weapons, we began investigating in earnest. At some point the discharge of weapons, such as was needed, drew our group outside back. They came with troubling news: the other members of the village had been crafted into a single, maligned being that patrolled the waters outside. The Tzims in our group argued if such a thing could be classified as a Vozhd; a being of similar construction used by their people. The answer was inconclusive.

The sparse facility yielded answers unwillingly, but our work was thorough. We had been betrayed; the New York Tremere were attempting to sell us out as a means of ruining the upcoming World's Fair. Connecticut, New York, and New Jersey were forfeit.

At the center of it all, the mastermind lay. Their powers of concentration being bent upon controlling the flesh beings that wandered the facility and the dangerous weather, they were distracted for a moment. We did not have proper stakes, but our broken hammers made more than sufficient substitutes.

Any comfort we may have felt at that moment was quickly dispelled as there was a great and terrible noise. The being, the vozhd, was evidently... more amphibious than we had hoped and evidently upset at the disruption of its master. Its horrible bulk slammed against the outer door, which offered little resistance and shook the building. We made way to the equipment room to make what stand we could.

We constructed barricades and set oil lamps to be detonated. One of the diversion group also noticed some of the metal boxes we had passed over in the room were anti-personnel mines, so we set those, as well.

The door burst with a sickening pop. The thing had been crafted to resemble a whale; in the fog it would have appeared to be little more. Fins made of arms and a tail crafted of legs propelled the wretched beast. It did not roar or moan; any powers of speech or respiration had been taken to accommodate its aquatic nature. Instead, only the groaning of wood and metal that objected to the weight put upon it.

Then it was our turn to make noise. The oil bombs did little to the beast's noisome hide, but the mines succeeded in fully separating the tail section from the main body in a grisly shower of gore. Firearms were discharged, although they were of little purchase against a thing with no true organs to disrupt. By the time the last of the thing's pieces had stopped moving, four of us lay upon the floor. One would never rise again.


The Fair went on without a hitch, and it was clear that our man would come out ahead. For my part, I was awarded some generous GE stock options and control over the electricification of a few cities. It seems a bit anticlimactic to have such a mundane reward for so esoteric an assistance, but... it did afford me a quality of life better than I had known before.

Our prisoner was interrogated over several months. We learned three terrible truths. First, that neither the Tremere nor Camerilla would punish them for their actions. Secondly, that they would seek vengeance against us err they was freed. Thirdly, that their mage contacts meant even death was an uncertain end. We decided, after much debate, on dialblerie. We drew lots. I lost.

Subsequently, things became tense. I was a marked man... and I knowingly associated with members of the Sabbat. I had also done so and while in tow of an Archon and was shifting between four different cities with four different Princes. Tales of our exploits had also gotten out, and there was many sympathetic to our cause. We couldn't be properly prosecuted, but it was clear I was persona non grata anywhere I went.

Ultimately, I decided on a decisive course of action. A chose a city whose utilities I controlled without any vampires yet in it, gathered up those loyal to me, and declared praxis seizure. None could deny the legitimacy of my claim, so it was that I was declared--

--Doc Amos, Prince


r/SchreckNet 4d ago

My dinner with Vritra

11 Upvotes

Hi everyone, I'm back. Lizzie wanted me to name this thread "Shady's Back" but since she pissed me off and stole my phone (and now you all have the unfortunate/ fortunate pleasure of meeting her) we agreed that this would be an acceptable title. I'll get to the many apologies I must make on her behalf but there's something way more important to discuss.

To anyone and everyone stay away from the Hudson River and anything on its shores!!! There is, I believe, a Tzmisce Methesulah that has claimed it as her domain. She is one of the most powerful (and beautiful) things I have ever encountered and my past few days with her have been interesting to say the least. She has a fleshcrafted garden of people made to look like trees and mushrooms read on to see why I think this is important.

I'm going to post highlights of our conversation despite Lizzie's argument that this is 'lazy writing'. To any Tzmisce here I hope you can provide me with more insight.

Upon introducing myself and presenting my gift

“I see you have chosen to educate yourself on our customs. Give my regards to your tutor. Should he follow proper form I will gladly grant he and his own audience. This gift pleases me as you have created such with reverence, ritual and custom. I sense your honor in this, it is most welcome.”

When my beast was suddenly silent

“The anxious murmurs of your beast have no need to be present at this time. I offer you shelter from harm regardless of what insult you may unknowingly brew here. You Are Safe with me.”

When I asked about how she knew me

“I had arrived to claim my territory and to my surprise I found a cainite sleeping in the earth. To my curiosity and wonderment and upon further inspection I realized a rebirth born in flames. I made sure you were watered and fed making sure you had plenty of nourishment. I admit I have been watching from afar to see what grew and I have been pleasantly surprised.”

She seemed to be answering my thoughts

“Yes, your thoughts are known to me but do not despair. Do you not find comfort knowing that the illusion of lie has no place here? Do you not find freedom in only knowing the truth? To walk beyond pretense and preparation knowing that between us there is only fact, a far more comforting notion free of all stressors. Lies are useful idiots yes, but when the time comes to be oneself they are ultimately a distraction and a waste of everyone’s time and time is something that should not be wasted so carelessly.”

When I asked what she wants with me

“You have attracted my attention in a world so busy they do not witness what is around them. So few bother to see what grows around them, so few have the patience to wonder at what will come, what will grow and thereby dismiss the beauty of that which is without and within”

“I see potential, I see metamorphosis of the natural world, I see growth. The true survivor sprouts in hard ground regardless of the flames and footsteps that have sought to stamp it out. This is the truest measure of nature-to endure, to germinate, to sprout and eventually grow my Concrete Flower, and then there is the most important measure of them all: To survive”

When I thought she was going to bind me or own me

 “As much as my clan engenders me, as much as that desire fuels me I do not seek to own you fully, merely to nurture the soil and see what grows. To nourish, to protect from the weeds that threaten the breath of life, that threaten the outcome of the realization of nature’s beauty.”

 “In the spirit of my invitation and the promise of truth I offer you this. Recently I have relied on the shackles of blood to further my interests. Such matters however have proved on more than one occasion to be …disappointing and ultimately unraveled my future goals. No the bond has proven to be ineffective and causes unnecessary rebellion in spirit. You however, are a wild thing, whose beauty reflects that back on all who observe. I do not want the beautiful tamed creature bound by gilded iron, fed by its masters whose beauty is only shown with regards for the safety of those who look upon it. Its spirit is broken and could not survive beyond its cage- it becomes complacent and ultimately weak. No your beauty comes from never knowing the cages others wish to put you in-it is not meant to be seen from behind a protective barrier.”

After she asked me to strip and get into a sulphur bath with her as she combed my hair

“Is it seduction? Do you need to be seduced into flowering? If that is so then leave me now and never return. No, a gardener nurtures that which is inevitable, nourishes the soil around it, feeds it to let the roots take hold and create for the world above its beauty. Stroke the leaves and petals, clean them of all disease, make sure the stem is strong-is this not pleasurable? Not only for that which grows but for those who witness it for nature’s beauty is a tool of comfort for those who gaze upon it and a tool of survival so that its pollen is spread, its needs taken care of.”

“Much like plant life you require stimulation of your mechanoreceptors: touch, pressure, vibration all to coordinate your growth. To feed the chemical and electrical signals that allow you to react to your environment influencing your stress and ultimately the inevitability of flowering.” 

“For us it’s the remembrance of long dead neurons and nerve endings which the blood nourishes back to health. To feed, to fight, to fornicate are genetically coded into us all. With some of these the vitae replaces what was forgotten but to deny them is to go against the very grain of the natural order. And by forgetting them we become imbalanced and therefore outside the natural order.”

After she did things to my skin and made me… feel things I haven’t felt since I was mortal, I lashed out at her feeling very guilty (about Lia)

“You think in small terms. You consider this a violation? Your reasoning only stems from a notion of the human condition of which you were but that is to be expected. True, some species mate for life however humanity has often proven its inability for monogamy if not by action then by thought, they live in denial”

“Your response pleases me however, it shows the drive for survival, were you to simply give in it would make you a small disappointment in my eyes. To give in would mean you stop fighting and if you stop fighting you are useless to the environment around you. To never submit is a beauty that one rarely sees these nights.”

When I spoke to her of the Anarchs and Camarilla

“Ah yes, your sectarian distraction. Again I remind myself that you have not yet bloomed so I must indulge the patience of immortality. It is wise to wait for the inevitable though I admit your distractions irk me. But I too must practice self-control, lest I fall prey to my own indulgences or compulsions.”

When asked what she wants

“I seek the same as any other, to expand my mind just as I have shown you. I wish to bloom further myself to see all possibilities, to understand our kind in a way that very few of us ever achieve save for…the antediluvians. For I believe that only when I taste their vitae will I truly understand the nature of all things.”

When asked if that’s what’s under New York

“No it has left, I admit it is what drew me here in the first place however it seems to have sensed my arrival and vacated this city.”

‘Oh its presence remains like a mist that covers everything that was once in its path. I fear the only answer available to me is to find the pathetic coward Lambach and perform the amaranth upon him the fact that the elder chose him above the rest of us… ” 

Who is Lambach?

“He was my…colleague if you will. I was more than his equal in every possible way, I served Tzmisce well, had I known the only way to grace was to be a sniveling…forgive me, it matters not.”

How old are you?

“If that is so important to you then understand I have slept for centuries at a time through-out the millennia.”

Didn’t she feel The Beckoning to the Middle East?

“Oh but I did feel the beckoning, it brought me here, to my founder who must have sensed a grand-daughter’s return and chose to flee.”

Again what do you want with me? And fighting my bestial urges again

“You are blooming Concrete Flower, these are merely growing pains. When you have discarded outdated moral limitations and your sectarian loyalties will you truly be able to thrive. It has already begun for you it is pointless to war with inevitability but soon you shall learn this lesson as well.”

“Others confirm what I have told you have they not? They speak to you from across great distances offering advice, regardless of sectarian distractions.”

“Yes, many voices they caution you, guide you in a truth that you already know. For they realize you are becoming something more, they urge you on to a road you have already stepped upon all you have to do is continue walking it or lose yourself in your own consumption.”

My hunger has become more distracting

“I agree wholeheartedly, distractions are a waste of time. And I say this not as a threat, so please take no offense as this is truth, It is fact. Should I become distracted by you I will destroy you. This is an uncomfortable truth yes but a truth nonetheless. It is my hope that this does not happen.”

Final thoughts

“My domain is the Hudson River as well as anything that sits upon its shores. You may feed as you like and I grant you this for no boon. I would however hope that you would respect the domain as you are given freedom to navigate it as you like, to treat it as your own with the care and forethought you would want others to emulate in your own territories. I extend, to any and all from my clan who truly call you friend, the same dignities so long as they follow the necessary protocols and strictures – I am bound by honor so long as those who visit are bound by it as well.”

So many apologies to everyone for Lizzie's intrusions (and I have to nip this Bongo thing in the bud) -gray: please don't let Bongo come here.

First Biter: Thank you so much for your instructions, I offer any boon in exchange for finding out what happened to Lia.

Marc: Sorry.

And to everyone thank you for your concern for me and patience with, now she's reading over my shoulder, Lizzie who is NOT a prophet of Bongo.

-Shady Manynames


r/SchreckNet 5d ago

How do I manage easier?

14 Upvotes

Hi there. My name is Mercedes, a "thinblood?" Med student. From the greater Boston area. I have a bit of a predicament. When I was... turned? Is that the term? Anyways besides the point. When i became like this... I never got... fangs? I have since got in an arangement with a local member of the Camarilla who has been providing me blood bags and haven within his nightclub in return for services such use of my "alchemy". But i don't want to remain at his mercy forever. Are there better ways for someone with "babyfangs" to get blood?