Post by Stitch on Jul 17, 2015 1:58:25 GMT -5
On a cold night in January a small group of very well dressed men looked over the parchment in their leaders hands. With a nod from him the chanting began. Over the night the magic was worked and put in place. By the end of the night the Anarchs and any other Kindred not in possession of Status from the Ivory tower would have either left the city or perished for their stubbornness. Once the casting started every Anarch in Sacramento Was overcome with an intense feeling of dread. They knew where the casting was coming from and they all knew that they could either fight or flee. The smart ones fled. Several stubborn ones took it upon themselves to try and stop whatever was forcing them from their homes.
The group of them that made their way to the fortified building found that they could not breach the buildings considerable defenses. A few of the weaker kindred perished under the effects of powerful warding magic While the rest were rebuffed in their attempts to breach the building by the sheer strength of the buildings walls. It was as if the walls themselves had braced themselves for this attack.
One particularly powerful Kindred managed to leap his way unto the rooftop alcove where the ritual was being performed. As he saw the man casting the ritual, he knew that the ritual was intended to kill he and his brothers. The bold Kindred leapt at The leader of the ritual, somehow knowing if he could just interrupt him, then his brothers would be safe. He did not make it. Mid leap he was caught in the arms of what felt like stone. He looked up just as the stone figure threw him into a parked truck. The last thing he ever saw was that same Stone figure diving from the roof top at him feet first.
Once the rabble of Anarchs realized they were not going to win this fight They fled seeking shelter from the sun that would soon be rising. The feeling of dread still lingering over them. An watch alarm set for sun rise goes off and then quickly stops as the watch smashes into the concrete floor. The arm holding the watch had turned to ash the moment the night ended as had every other Anarch left in the city.
On the roof top alcove the chanting stopped and the group descended back into the building. Their work was finished and the city was clear and ready for the Camarilla to step back into control. The man leading the Ritual stopped and handed a key to one of the men that had participated in the ritual. " This place is yours now Wedge Bonner. Use its resources to ensure the Camarilla regains and retains control of this city. Make sure that the enemies of the Ivory tower know the price for not aligning with us.
The group of them that made their way to the fortified building found that they could not breach the buildings considerable defenses. A few of the weaker kindred perished under the effects of powerful warding magic While the rest were rebuffed in their attempts to breach the building by the sheer strength of the buildings walls. It was as if the walls themselves had braced themselves for this attack.
One particularly powerful Kindred managed to leap his way unto the rooftop alcove where the ritual was being performed. As he saw the man casting the ritual, he knew that the ritual was intended to kill he and his brothers. The bold Kindred leapt at The leader of the ritual, somehow knowing if he could just interrupt him, then his brothers would be safe. He did not make it. Mid leap he was caught in the arms of what felt like stone. He looked up just as the stone figure threw him into a parked truck. The last thing he ever saw was that same Stone figure diving from the roof top at him feet first.
Once the rabble of Anarchs realized they were not going to win this fight They fled seeking shelter from the sun that would soon be rising. The feeling of dread still lingering over them. An watch alarm set for sun rise goes off and then quickly stops as the watch smashes into the concrete floor. The arm holding the watch had turned to ash the moment the night ended as had every other Anarch left in the city.
On the roof top alcove the chanting stopped and the group descended back into the building. Their work was finished and the city was clear and ready for the Camarilla to step back into control. The man leading the Ritual stopped and handed a key to one of the men that had participated in the ritual. " This place is yours now Wedge Bonner. Use its resources to ensure the Camarilla regains and retains control of this city. Make sure that the enemies of the Ivory tower know the price for not aligning with us.