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| The Storyteller | Dec 11 2009, 12:32 PM Post #1 |
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Welcome to the revamped October Dreams. We would like to thank our older players for being dedicated to the story, the community and their fellow players. We would also like to thank our new players, for bringing us drive, ambition and fresh meat. Currently, we are accepting the following: 1. Werewolves and other Changing Breeds. 2. Mortals (whether they are Agents of Project Twilight, Members of the Arcanum, Kinfolk to our Changing Breeds, or just plain humans) We are NOT currently accepting: 1. Mages 2. Spirits 3. Wraiths 4. Changelings Careful Consideration will be given to, but we make no promises: 1. Kindred 2. Ghouls |
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| The Storyteller | Jan 5 2010, 10:08 PM Post #2 |
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And so, if you'll pardon the pun, the OD community has kicked off another auspicious year! My wish for you all is that you can find yourself unwinding from the chaos of your wonderful holidays. Folks are fixing to head back to work and school. Announcements for January include: Bennet's Birthday which passed on the 2nd. Happy Birthday, hun. I've added a section in the Tenements for people's personal apartments. If you want me to add a home for your character, send me a PM with the name of the place and I'll get right on it. Also, I'm taking suggestions for which room should be permed on Oasiz. I'm leaning toward McGinty's, as that seems to attract the most attention. If you have comments or suggestions, again, please feel free to PM me. For now, that is all. ~ST |
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| The Storyteller | Sep 4 2010, 10:13 PM Post #3 |
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[align=center]"...Smoke hangs like haze over harvested fields, The gold of stubble, the brown of turned earth And you walk under the red light of fall The scent of fallen apples, the dust of threshed grain The sharp, gentle chill of fall. Here as we move into the shadows of autumn The night that brings the morning of spring..."[/align] Shalom to our members, who are shackled back to desks and schedules, or those who are looking for a little peace and quiet after the jubilant hustle and bustle that is summer vacation! A lot has happened over the months that the staff, myself mostly, has failed (obviously) to note on the site, so this update is chalk full of announcements. First, OD would like to welcome its Bic Mac back. So everyone take time to harass Gabriel when they get a chance. And speaking of the Get, we also would like to send the warmest birthday wishes, for the celebration on the 1st! The next round of booze is on the house! And speaking of birthdays, Dray may or may not be celebrating on 15 September. Congratulate at your own risk, the staff at OD does not carry insurance under these circumstances. And now, on to other business: Current Game News: An incredibly wet February is now giving itself over to a damp and unusually chilly March, and spring seems so far away. The weather continues to loom threateningly over the city, the sun dim and ineffectual when it manages to shine for more than an hour. Temperatures rarely rise to the 60s (18 degrees for you Celsius folk). On the frigid winds that blow through the skyscrapers, the echo of Harano can be felt. Garou: Almost the entire pack of Destiny's Run has gone missing, presumably wandering the Umbra seeking their lost packmate. But is something more sinister afoot? Data-snap, the Glass Walker ruler of the Sept is sending out messages over the digital web, hiring the services of the Corax, and challenging any new Garou in the city for information. His normally cool, unflappable demeanour is beginning to show cracks. The Bone-Gnawers have been closing ranks even more tightly than usual, and the barking-chain is rife with sightings and rumours. There are howls demanding for the Sept to rebel against their leader, most vocally presented by Shadowlord Theurge, Nishka Twice-Baptized-By-Fire and every back-alley shadow and corporate boardroom are hosting grounds for the raging debates. Each Garou, regardless of auspice, breed or Tribe, will soon have to decide which side they fall on. Changelings The Duchy of the Golden Sigil is slowly unravelling under Duke Keldon's command. Few of the nobles seem to do more than humour the ennobled Troll loyal to House Gwydion, and most think and ~behind his back, far behind his back~ whisper that Keldon is little more than a puppet to his Sidhe betters. The commoners have prospered bellow their elevated fellow. Regardless of the politics, however, all Fae have begun to notice something is brewing on the horizon, something dark and faintly Winter-flavoured. The Marquis of the Grand Apple (New York City), Valentine Seton ap Eiluned has issued no edicts concerning this feeling of anticipation, as he has more immediate concerns on his mind: The County of Man's Mountains (Manhattan), is without a noble, after the brutal murder of the true-born son of Countess Allandre ni Fiona. The death struck her so hard, that she was lost to the mists, and has since moved to California, to start a new law firm in Caer Angeles, as Lawyer Mary-Elizabeth Parker. Keldon, Valentine, Count Niall McKean ap Gwydion (County over the Brook/Brooklyn), Countess Eugenia Laughlin ni Fiona (County of Queensland/Queens), Countess Aurelia Bethan ni Eiluned (County of Northland/Brox) and Count Marcurian ap Dougal (County of the Narrows/Staten Island), must agree to council to find a replacement. The commoners say a Grand Tourney will be held on Beltane, and all Sidhe or ennobled commoners are to present themselves. The county seat of Man's Mountains will be won by the Fae who most benefits the Dreaming, and the City. Project Twilight: The Arcanum: The Kindred: The Kinfolk: |
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| The Storyteller | Mar 7 2011, 03:42 AM Post #4 |
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Ah how I love the winter hiatus that comes at all times of the year. After everyone's holidays (was it me, or was Halloween notoriously boring and quiet this last year? Sorry Phee, it was a conspiracy against you dude.), we're back and ready to rock some serious socks here. News will be updated here shortly. |
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| The Storyteller | Mar 17 2012, 06:00 PM Post #5 |
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Well okay, your Friendly Neighbourhood Storytellers lied to you. The news hasn't been updated in a while, but we've all been busy. We have lost a couple people, but we've gained some new members. So hello new people! (You know who you are). There are about a jillion (which I am told is the technical term) of positions open, mostly at the following venues: The Bronx Daily News Rose College Staff and Students Ray's Pizza and Beer Snickerdoodles Bakery Misericordia Hospital And finally, Ellery's Nightclub. If you or anyone you know would like to play one of those folks head HERE to see what's available for sign up. Also, we're still in need of humans, Arcanum, and Garou characters. If you're interested in any of these, please feel free to contact The Storyteller. There will be some open forum posts for folks to pop in and join on, as well as some archives posted. March Announcements are as follows: CONGRATS to Jack...who now has a new niece in the family! That's all for now, folks! |
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| The Storyteller | Mar 24 2013, 04:43 AM Post #6 |
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Current Game News: An incredibly wet February is now giving itself over to a damp and unusually chilly March, and spring seems so far away. The weather continues to loom threateningly over the city, the sun dim and ineffectual when it manages to shine for more than an hour. Temperatures rarely rise to the 60s (18 degrees for you Celsius folk). On the frigid winds that blow through the skyscrapers, the echo of Harano can be felt. Garou: Destiny's Run is still Umbral Hopping, and have now added another Pack member to the MIA wall, this time the Gentle Giant that is Phee. Is something luring the Pack away, or is it mere coincidence that they've been sight-unseen? What terrible adventure stories will they tell...if they return? This edition of How I Met Your Technocratic Mother In-Law and had Her Techno-Babies will now be brought to you by the following sponsors: Jack: ... ark. Rumour has it that they devolved phonemically due to their mastery of the letter 'f' excluding them from all the fancy garden parties. Moving on. No doubt they'll will be back soon and telling marvelous adventure stories, but said stories won't make much of an impression because the Pack will be so scarred from their inexplicably horrible experiences that they will no longer be able to speak without first consuming what might be considered under normal circumstances to be lethal amounts of alcohol... and then they'll slur so badly that you won't have any idea what it is they're sobbing about. Everything will be back to normal. In other news, if you remember a guy from Kentucky who looked a bit like a guy you used to hate, please step into the booth and bite down on the metal rod provided while we re-rout your hippocampus. Introducing Nathaniel Brassard, newly uprooted... swamp Marshal. He's got a Stetson and his holsters are made of 'gator hide. If you plan to beseech his favours in the near furture, invest in a bottle of... Phee: <derogatoryScotchgarble> ... Maker's 46. ... and don't mention his brother. Ever. ... either one, just to be safe. Ever. Bennet has returned to NYC, and just as abruptly gone to ground again following an illuminating confrontation between Jesse and Gabriel. Some uncomfortable eves were dropped, birds came home to roost, Bennet seemed to think they had avian flu and has since been keeping her own company as far from the pub and the Pack as possible. Dr. Roarke is now mostly certain that she could retire on the money made from servicing the respective psychological holocausts of McGinty's regular clientele and staff. She is also mostly certain that she'd rather not. The voices in your head are real and they're Messengers from God. What we're trying to say is that, if they ask you to kill somebody, just roll with it. Introducing Aldis Vicker. Do not engage. He has hired help to deal with nauseous plebeians like you... and the voices inside his head might decide you have to die. Introducing Simon Grey, the latter necessity in the long coat, short friend combination so favoured by pale gits with pointy cheekbones. The two have been in the city for an undisclosed period of time, following undisclosed leads and generally being about quote/unquote serious business - also undisclosed. Stop asking stupid questions, it's making God angry. Speaking of angry Gods, children are still being kidnapped. You hadn't noticed? No, it's not something that registers as important on busy folk's radars - which is why we have emotionless mercenaries in expensive eye-wear to deal with this sort of mundane sh- [align=center][youtube=large]FmBgjNILVFs[/youtube][/align] Meanwhile, something chilly and sinister has been stalking the streets, decimating the local authorities, homeless population, bookbinders, and menacing the already besieged Pack... already the beast has claimed one individual close to the hearts... heart... he has one, right? It's not just a smouldering coal of resentment lodged inside his chest? Right. Already the beast has claimed one individual close to the smouldering coal of resentment lodged inside Frankie Mulcahy's chest. Serves him right for picking on the special kid. Frankie: Fuck you, Narrator. FUCK YOU WORLD. FUCK YOU CIARAN! Ciaran: T'feck did I... Penny: Oh look, Ciaran, an unattended vehicle. Whatever shall we do to deliver it from its tormented loneliness? Ciaran: Tickles! Rest in pieces, Charles Gray. Thanks for setting such a fine precedent for new characters possessing similar surnames. Simon: Putting the tea on now. Aldis: Don't care. In the relative (read: probably not as assured as you think) safety of the local Charitable Hospital, Gaen has been very bored, in between bouts of insentience, surgery, and the company of his... Jesse: Um. Gabe: I'll be in the cafeteria while you two organise your very confused emotional, mental, and physical states. Jesse: STOP REMINDING ME THAT HE HAS A COCK, GABRIEL. Gabe: ... I'm going to eat the bagel I haven't bought you yet because right now I have no other way of expressing my anger and despair. The trio will be eschewing the hospitals hospitality shortly, to the quavering stains of <music of impending doom> very indicative of those scenes where character intent is achieved without notable inconvenience or bodily harm. There's probably a trope. Not far away, Sam Worthington has been ousted by the special kid who likes ducks. Clash on that Titan, Sam. We won't draw any similarities between Lucien and Gemma Arterton because frankly that would be rude, but it's safe to say the Pack will owe Luc a boon after that heady bit of heroism. Perhaps a promise that he won't have to deal with any more decapitations on call-out in the near future... Fitz, following his SURPRISE!confrontation with the beast from Christmas pa... false Wendigo, has disappeared. So has the imposter Spirit. They left a calling card. Blood. Lots of blood. Such a waste. Don't worry though, a Corax has dibs on his eyeballs. If our local Rokea remains in the area, the admins would be obliged if she PM us. Doc, bless his heart, is also MIA, but will soon be subject to an incoming call that will, in hope, reveal to all of us that he is, assuredly, alive, and not dead on the toilet upstairs. The same cannot be said of resident Bonegnawer Kinfolk, but we like to presume that all the drugs in Jay's system act as a kind of preservative. And somewhere back there, Jack happened. I am Jack's vitriolic disregard for matte surfaces, Goodnight. |
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