World Of Darkness

Inspiration, aesthetic and stories for various World of Darkness campaigns

[gangrelstory]

This is a piece of my gargoyle, Onryo, embracing the Sabbat dress code. This piece was done by @diermina as part of her YCH commissions! I highly recommend her, she is a talented artist and great person!

Onryo is part of @for-peace-war ‘s Liberty x Undeath series, the current chronicle taking place in 1942!

[gangrelstories]

Journal Entry - 01

I have always encouraged myself to keep a journal of what I see. Before my departure from Amsterdam, it was always to record what I had done and what I had seen. My last journal was left behind in Amsterdam’s chantry - along with whatever I might have called my own. Allow me to write an introduction in this new book. 

I am Onryo. I am a gargoyle of the scout bloodline. I cannot recall where, when, or by whom I was embraced.

Several frustrated scribbles are crossed out hard with pencil to the point of being illegible. 

I am part of a pack in the Sabbat. I have been for some time now, following the horrors of the Nazi airship. We lost many, and one that I had come to know in particular. Abraham was a loud man, strange and sometimes angry. But he was agreeable - and we had fought together for a time and against terrible odds. I miss his objections. He never saw the darkness of this night - the angels, and the demons which threaten to consume all kindred. I like to think that he would agree we need to prevent them - to prevent the end of the world. As much as he hated Nazis, one would surely want to stop the world’s end.

Our pack is called Nyctilla. It is a good name, strong while sounding pretty. I believe that it is true, though, I do not know where I fit into that name. Maybe I am meant to document what happens - to learn, observe and write. The Tremere said that was to be my purpose - and it has been what led me here to this strange alliance. It has what led me to join the Sabbat. 

Godelieve van Dalen

Godelieve is our ductus. She is beautiful, with a voice that captivates all around her. She is a Daughter of Cacophony - and Miss Melania’s childe. It is easy to see why she had been chosen; they both share similarities. Their beauty, love of music, and sense of fashion are magnificent. I’ve even been able to hear some of her music before, I think. Though beautiful, she has something of a fierce side. The blade that she has is something I have not seen before - it is something different. I’m not quite sure that I like it. The way she interacts with it is strange. I’ve seen her when she thinks I’m not looking. But, she is always nearby if I have a question - no matter no stupid. Between her and Zakayah, I am able to learn what I need to.

Her bravery is never in question, though, she knows the value of retreat. I have seen her charge to the aide of her pack without a second thought. I have been told that is part of the strength of this vaulderie - but I do not think her bravery is supernatural. It is simply who she is. Like Abraham, I do not think she likes the Nazis. Though, she seems to care greatly for Ramone. I’ve seen them together. 

I think that she is part of why I ended up joining the Sabbat. She was the first member of the Sabbat that spoke to me, and spoke of her intentions - as well as the Alliance’s. She was unlike the others, and seems to care greatly for us all. Our loyalty to her is absolute. I will keep an eye out for her.

Elisabeta Draghici

Elisabeta is our pack priestess. She is Nicktucku. I do not know too much about her history, only that she is at odds with the rest of her clan - a clan that sustains themselves on other kindred. She is another beautiful woman - both her and Godelieve are close. I believe that they were together in their previous pack, before they were rearranged. She is fierce with a knife, just like Godelieve, but she has the ability to obfuscate herself from even my eyes. She has killed many in a way so silent that even I envy her ability to move so quietly. I often wonder if she watches me, as I do the rest of our pack.

Though, I might be wrong - I often see her minding things that should not be there. Does she speak to herself? No. I’ve seen things around her. I know that she can scream loudly, terrifying all around her. Her disciplines are based around the mind and hurt even me. She used them on me once. It hurt. 

Still, I’m worried for her. I understand she is at odds with the rest of her bloodline, and her sisters did wrong by her. She is a special exception to the Alliance - and these are unusual times. I know that she is loyal to the Pack, but recently she’s been in trouble - I’ve seen her freeze on the field. I will need to keep an eye on her, help her if she needs it. 

She also likes the tower. She often reads there. I’m not sure if she’s seen me watching her.

Luca Maria Azarra

Luca is a new addition to the pack, just like I am. He has come from afar. I don’t know much about him; he tends to keep to himself and deal with the shadows. I cannot see through them, no matter what disciplines I use - and I would not dare intrude upon Oracula or Bishop Pilar’s inner sanctum. He is distant, but has been willing to fight for us. He is Lasombra. I do not think his sire is present. 

Luca uses a sword and a pistol in a fight. So far, he’s been willing to support our efforts. I wish he’d speak more - or do something more eventful. He is sometimes boring to watch, but I have a feeling that he is hiding something more to him. It might be his handsome smile or my desire to invent something mysterious about him. Everyone has secrets, what are his?

Yorick van der Berg 

Yorick is unique and quiet. He is a mystery - choosing his words carefully and eloquently. His sire is Tziamarnit, the gangrel, and I am uncertain why he was chosen. Yorick is able to fight, yes, but he is not the image of a warrior-poet. But he is well-established in the Sabbat, and has survived many others. He and Augustus were the survivors of Benjamin’s pack - the American I fought beside on the airship. 

It is strange. I am uncertain why Tziamarnit chose to embrace him, though, it seems she embraces who she pleases. Yorick is a scholar. He prefers his books and solace, though, not like Elisabeta. He seems to enjoy the books greatly - and his poetry when he hunts. It is unorthodox, but it seems to work for him. I have difficulty finding him when he chooses to; often choosing to stab from an obfuscated state much like Elisabeta. Between the two of them they are frightening. I’m glad that I can fly.

Several more pieces of text are scribbled out in pencil. Each person is represented by a crude, yet well done sketch. 

These people are my pack. I’ve made this observations over a few nights but I think they are accurate. They might not be flawless or perfect - but they are the ones that I have pledged myself to protect and watch for. I will do just that; they are my flight. I would die for them. I only hope that in these strange, frightening days that I will be able to keep up my vows.

@diermina @scowlet @ventrue @for-peace-war @bloodoflordaeron

[quarkmaster]

BLOODTOWN character concepts

Made for an upcoming vampire - noir movie

Broken Detective , Vampire slayer…Witcher inspired , Noble Vampire , Vampire slayer , Vampire Queen , Vampire slayer , Vampire slayer

Nagy Norbert

[obscurehistoricalinterests]

Gangrel - Out of the wild, into the bushes

1. They vehemently deny it, but many kindred would eat their own fingers for your ability to explode into an animal to escape social situations.

2. Like kine to McDonald’s, so do you feel drawn to dip your toes into Camarilla drama once in a while. 

3. You go cross-eyed after Toreador spends six hours updating you on all the gossip that accumulated during your absence. Having hacked into everybody’s lives, Nosferatu spends another three telling you what really happened.

4. If I hear any of that ‘All Kindred are one with the Camarilla whether they know it or not’ bullshit one more time, I swear to God I’m going to beat someone into torpor. - Beckett reciting the Gangrel Motto, Date Unknown

5. You tell everybody you acquired your scar in a fierce battle against a werewolf. It was actually caused by the signet ring on the fist of a very jumpy Ventrue you unwisely approached from the bushes next to his office building.

6. Which is why you are not allowed to approach the Ventrue Prince of Chicago without an appointment anymore.

7. Kindred are amazed by your rich and intricate knowledge of Camarilla secrets in spite of your conspicuous absence from any human settlements. In reality, it turns out that rats really like to gossip.

8. You suspect the Nosferatu’s insistence on you joining social media is solely motivated by their desire to hack it afterwards. Otherwise fine fellows, nice warrens.

9. You once decided to give the mariner lifestyle a try but decided to head back on land once that first anvil hit you. 

10. It’s delightful to see the Tremere paranoia reaching delirium whenever you are around. If you are in town, they blood bind all the rats in their Chantries to keep them from talking.

[dappermouth]

Another world gazes through grease and smoke.

[fantasyartfinds]

Art by JoJoesArt

[worldofdarkness-eyecandy]

“In order to survive in a world of instinct, its’ alternative is to hunt or being hunted. Reject this, then be prepared to be hunted.”  ― Toba Beta, My Ancestor Was an Ancient Astronaut

Artwork by:  Celine Vu

[gangrelstories]

Onryou is a 10th generation gargoyle serving the Camarilla in Amsterdam. As a member of the Scout caste, she chooses to obfuscate her actions in a mixture of stealth and assassination tactics. Her use of a rifle sets her aside from other members of her flight.

Naturally inquisitive, Onryou has been given employ with the Tremere in Amsterdam alongside her flight. Though recently, her flight has all but vanished - leaving her alone and aiding the Coalition in an attempt to fight back the menaces which threaten not only the city, but have taken her flight.

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This is my latest character in @bloodoflordaeron ‘s game, The Sanguine Line which takes place in 1942! This is apart of the overarching story, Liberty X Undeath. This piece was done by @schoti-art

[quarkmaster]

Chill 

Z.W. Gu

[thecollectibles]

Art by Z.W. Gu

[gangrelstories]

John Bear’s Final Entry

Tucked in the back of the notebook is a neatly folded letter.

I suppose if you’re reading this, then I, Jonathan Bear, am dead for good. Not certain how, or when this happened - but it probably happened in a fight. I’m hoping I died without much regret for my actions, both in the past and things going forward. I’m hoping that I killed whatever took me, or at the very least, gave him or her a bloody nose. Really, that’s the best any of us could hope for in this sorry state. I don’t have many people that would miss me now, though, so there’s not that much action to be taken for a final will and testament. What little family I have already thinks me dead, and I’d appreciate that it remains so.

For official business, I entrust this notebook and any of the sentiments enclosed in it to the next ductus of my pack, the Hounds of Ulster. I truly hope that it will help you guide them to victory better than I could. The sketches, and stories of the factories, will hopefully, in one way or another give you an idea of what you’ll be getting yourself into. If anything survives of my person, pass my rifle onto the next one - take anything I had on me; weapons and armor to be distributed amongst the pack. If there is a body, I’d like my remains to be scattered as ash. If there isn’t time, I understand.

Please give my sire the totem around my neck. She may not care, but, I have always admired her. Let her know I went out swinging and killing plenty of monsters.

The rest of the page is simply covered in idle, bored drawings and scribbles as though an absent mind had taken it. The text picks up on the next page, far more neater and serious.

Whoever undertakes this role of ductus, I will offer you some advice and thoughts that I have had. The first being is that, despite our backgrounds, we are still soldiers. Our job and duty is no longer to fight the wars of men - and that is something I have come to understand. The Nazis are puppets for something much larger, and darker - and while they are our enemies, it is important perhaps not to get too focused on waging war entirely. It will distract you from considering the shadows, and what remains in them. However, soon, there will come a time when you need to make a decision. This decision will be difficult, and it will test your morality - your humanity, but you will need to overcome that sense of morality and do what needs to be done.

We are the Sword of Caine. There is not much of a place for morality on the battlefield. Everything that you, as ductus, decides will be what sees your pack survive or thrive. Do not be too aggressive of a leader - but do not be too soft of a leader. If blood is needed to thrive, then do what needs to be done. Kill anyone you need to in order to get your mission done, but, be careful not to enjoy it. When you start to enjoy it, that’ll be when you can’t come back from yourself.

As for other packs? Treat them as allies, but, make certain that you prioritize your own pack. Try to stay close to your own pack, but keep an eye on the others. You need to match their own advantages and make sure you always remain strong. Set an example for your pack, but remain tolerant and open to other ideas.

I suppose that will be all then. I wish you the best of luck, and maybe we’ll see each other eventually.

J.B

@bloodoflordaeron @nastyukulele @ventrue 

[gangrelstories]

Third Journal Entry

Going out on a new mission; meant to bring the men around and help reconnoitre the installation known as Discovery. Nazis have moved into the area that used to be the local town, Ede, and fortified the camp present. From what I’ve been able to gather, it appears that there's some sort of research happening and that a few of the Camarilla were held there previously. It’s the place that Rembrandt came from, so maybe we’ll be able to find out more about the caitiffs being made there.

There is an interruption in the page, a line running through it to break the entry. The next scrawl is written in the same, neat type of writing.

Left Mort in command of the pack going to Discovery. Decided to head on off to the Tzimisce with Aurelescu and Elisabetta. First proper interactions with that Pack, and I don’t like the fact they’ve been able to interact with one side extensively. We need more information on what the Tzimisce are doing - or what’s happening, and make sure they’re not doing anything that’d run against the Hounds’ mission. Some would say it’s being paranoid, but, I don’t trust anyone that isn’t in my pack at this moment - especially when some of them are all too quick to jump into the Sabbat within a month. Besides, I need a change of scenery - every Nazi facility I break into seems to end up going poorly. I miss the forests.

I left Augustus at the Hamlet. Gave him a task to find the strongest, give them a mark - or keep note. Plan is to concentrate on feeding those ones, knowing where they congregate. The past few hunts around the village saw people coming up dry -- and while I know I hunt animals, I have to support my pack. Need to rely on the men beside me, keep them healthy and fed. We’re going to need to be ready for when we get our orders. I’ll let Mort indulge in some doctoring, but, the fact is we’re going to need a reliable source of food.

The last part is written at the end, done hastily and written in a sloppy hand. The notes themselves are blotted with lines correcting haphazard spelling mistakes.

Part of me is concerned. I still sympathise with the kine, but the fact is, we’re vampires. We drink blood to survive - and if the blood we have at our disposal is weak, we can’t function. Not everyone is resourceful like me. Hell, if half of the kindred in our collective walked out into the woods they’d get lost. Does this mean I’m falling too quickly?

@bloodoflordaeron @scowlet @et-irae 

[gangrelstories]

Sins of the Mother: Weekly Entry

@bloodoflordaeron

At the request of the Mage Agathe, we entered enemy territory and made contact with the group of wizards in the factory. Highly secret - we ultimately managed to sabotage their projects. Enemy wizards (What do I call a group of mages?) showed extensive progress in their work, with the assistance of our contact, Dr. Benjamin, we entered a breach and ultimately disrupted the mage’s plans to access the Abyss with the assistance of an elder by the name of Aleta Salazar.

Unfortunately, when attempting to exfiltrate, we were betrayed and captured by Dr. Benjamin alongside a number of the mage’s forces. They used highly advanced weaponry with the ability to render even the elder kindred incapacitated. We were rescued by a Dr. Brandt, and then subsequently fled the factory.

Loosely scrawled on the next page beside the drafted report are several markings; angry, and heavy with pooling indentations of ink.

When I was a child, I believed in the Creator. I listened to stories about animals, how they were apart of our life -- to respect and understand the environment. I can remember the warmth of the hearth in our home. Wooden walls, stuffed with newsprint and bits of tin to make a shack. I miss it.

When they took me, it wasn’t for a lack of effort. I fought. I scratched, kicked and even bit. Lost one of my teeth for that struggle. They took me to a cold place - away from the warmth. The school, they told us, was meant to bring us to the way of God. In God’s grace, we’d be redeemed and turned into productive members of society.

Of course, I never knew any of that shit until later. All I remember about God’s warmth was the chapel. It was beautiful, painted and decorated with stained glass windows depicting all sorts of things. Angels, I remember, were meant to be our saviours -- our judges and the instruments of God. Beautiful, awe-inspiring and glorious.

It was a lie. They’re terrifying, on fire and deadly.

At first, I was amazed with the mages - maybe I felt bad for that little fucker Benjamin. I’ve known people like him; too afraid to make their feelings known. Maybe he wasn’t like that. It could have been an act. All I know is that fucker betrayed us.

I’m going to burn that factory to the ground. I’m going to bring God’s wrath to them.

[gangrelstories]

John Bear, done by AfifWan at https://artistsnclients.com/people/AfifWan John Bear is my character in the campaign Liberty x Undeath: Sanguine Line. As one of several American soldiers crashed behind enemy lines in Nazi occupied territory, Bear was embraced into Clan Gangrel by the Sabbat. He was appointed Ductus, serving in his newly formed pack the Hounds of Ulster. What he lacks in social ability, he makes up for with a friendly yet intimidating demeanour. A member of the Iroquoian people, John brings a familiarity with the wilderness and understanding of animalism disciplines with close combat abilities. Only time will tell how long it will be before he embraces his inner beast. ———- This campaign is hosted by my good friend @for-peace-war who I would like to thank for their tireless work in providing as a GM every week! Moreover, I would like to thank @bloodoflordaeron for being such a wonderful community; you guys are some of the best.

[gangrelstories]

First Entry

@bloodoflordaeron

It has been a month. A month since we arrived, with us knowing little to nothing with what is happening around us. We are given time to hunt, true, but the Prince - and the Bishop are tight at our leashes. The waiting is killing me. We are stuck here, away from everything - away from everyone that we’ve known. At least the locals have familiar faces and sights.

Really, I’m not fond to remember home or visit it. It’s the wait. I remember being told that these waits would be the toughest part of war. That the moment before the charge, or the time you line up your shots - that there would be anticipation. Maybe that’s what this is. Anticipation. I’ve seen Mort writing down in a little notebook; keeping reminders on us. He said that it helped to prevent the boredom. Between our talks about pack business, or fighting Nazis - he suggested that I write my thoughts down.

Everyone keeps reminding me that we’re not fighting Nazis, or that we’re idiots for putting one side into the faction of being a Nazi. We were recruit, trained, and then put into a plane to come and fight Nazis. They were the big monster -- jerry was our enemy. Now we’re here, part of the Night and we’re still looking for our big enemy to fight. I don’t pretend to be a tactician, but, all I know is that if they’re looking to have us fight they should throw us at the enemy.

The anticipation is killing me, not our enemies.

The notebook’s narrow page is taken up where it had been cut off abruptly.

We got our first taste of a fight today. We went some local hamlet on the Prince’s territory. Captured someone they wanted -- the deaf kid -- he did something weird to help during the fight. Not sure what, but, as usual Rembrandt was there making things difficult for everyone. Uncertain what the Bishop has in store for him but I have a feeling we’ll find out soon.

I still have a week or less bet on him. Who knows, maybe he’ll piss off Carrion again.

We’ve gotten our next assignment; we’ll be heading out to the factory. Going to rescue a mage’s son, and I’ve gotten us a deal - find and recover as much technology and documents in exchange for better equipment. May be able to get a few favors from some of the stuff we haul in.

J.B

[secretsofthemasquerade]

Sneaky peaky pages for the Secrets of the Masquerade’s guide to players!

(this is still in alpha read btw)

[gangrelstories]

@for-peace-war

[acceptablegiovanni]

VtM OC Questions: Your Prelude

How old are you? 

When were you born? 

How old were you when you were Embraced? 

How long have you existed as a vampire? 

How old do you look? 

Are you more mature than you seem? Less? 

What was unique about your childhood? 

How did you spend your early years? 

How were your basic motivations and attitudes forged? 

Where did you go to school? 

Who were your immediate family? 

What is your clearest childhood memory?

Did you go to high school? 

Did you have a hometown, or was your family constantly on the move? 

Did you go to college? 

Did you run away from home? 

Did you play sports? 

Did any of your childhood friendships last to adulthood? 

What kind of person were you? 

Were you a decent person, or were you an asshole? 

Were you popular? 

Did you have a family? 

How did you earn a living? 

Did you have any real friends? 

What kept you going from day to day? 

Will anyone miss you? 

What was your first brush with the supernatural? 

When did you realize you were being stalked? 

Did you believe in the occult before your Embrace? 

When did you first meet a vampire? 

Were you afraid? Disbelieving? Angry? 

What frightened you most? 

How did the Embrace change you? 

How did your sire catch you? 

Was the Embrace painful? 

Did you get a kinky pleasure out of it? 

Did the Hunger tear at you? 

Did it frighten you? 

Did it feel right?

Are you grateful to your sire? 

Do you want to kill him for what they did to you? 

Who was your sire, and how did they treat you? 

What do you know of your sire? 

Were they abusive, arrogant, cryptic. or open? 

Why do you think they chose you? 

Did you even know your sire at all? 

How long did you stay with your sire? 

Did they teach you anything at all? 

How long was your “apprenticeship”? 

Where did you stay? Where did you go? 

Did you meet any other vampires during that time (such as the Prince or Archbishop)? 

Do you judge other vampires in general by your opinion of your sire? 

When did he teach you the laws of your Sect? 

How did you meet the others in your coterie or pack? 

Were you brought together by chance or design? 

Are you all of one Sect? 

Are you united in purpose and attitude? 

How long have you been together in the city? Did you know any of the others before the Embrace? 

Are your sires in cooperation, or are they rivals? 

What holds your coterie together when things are at their worst? 

Where is your haven? 

Where do you hide during the day? 

Do you have a permanent home at all? 

Do you stay in the place you inhabited in your mortal life? 

Do you hide in an abandoned building? The sewers? 

Do you have anyone to protect you during the day? 

Do you retain any connections to your mortal life? 

Are you presumed dead? 

Do you still watch over relatives from afar? 

Do you pretend to be still alive? 

Did you abandon your mortal existence entirely? 

What are your habitual feeding grounds? 

Whom do you feed upon, and where? 

Do you have a territory that you consider exclusively yours? 

Is your favorite hunting ground used by others? 

Do you compete with others? 

What is your preferred prey? 

Do you ever kill when you feed? 

Do you have a specific herd? 

Do you seduce your prey? Kidnap them? Assault them on the street? 

Do they come to you? 

What motivates you? 

Do you seek revenge on any enemies? 

Do you long to return to your mortal life? 

Do you have ambitions in Kindred society? 

If you could achieve anything in the world, what would it be?