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Started by Zephyrus, July 04, 2010, 09:39:25 PM

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The Setting

The year is 1932 and the world is growing smaller.

With each day that passes, technology and science, the dual scepters of mankind, make the world a little less mysterious and a little less scary.
In no time at all, we'll truly have become a globalized community, the masters of the realms of the earth.

But...there are still some dark places left in the hidden corners of the world. Places that cherish their privacy and would do anything to defend it. Some are even attempting to bring back the old days, where intercontinental travel was a foreboding prospect and even traveling across one's own country was daunting at best.

You are of neither camp, though perhaps you might sympathize a bit with those who prefer to leave their secrets tucked away in some remote location of the earth, having some secrets of your own. But the world is rapidly changing, almost too fast for some to follow, and those who do not adapt will surely be swept aside in the oncoming tidal wave that is the future.

The Old Crowd, as you and you fellow 'newcomers' term them, are not happy in the least with the new schools of magick and their equally green (and ofttimes downright insane) members. There has been growing discontent and unrest among the prominent members of the underground and it seems they've finally decided to do something about the state of things as they stand.

You aware of the shifting currents of power between the Old Crowd and the Newcomers, and you are vaguely aware that a confrontation between the two groups is rapidly becoming imminent and inevitable. You are perhaps in the thick of it or perhaps you are more concerned with making yourself as small as possible as these two powerful groups begin to clash more and more often with increasing frequency.

One day, a letter appears from thin air. Perhaps you turned away from your desk one moment and when you turned back, it lay neatly in a crisp white envelope bearing your name. Or perhaps it was found on your pillow, when you rolled over in a restless attempt to seek sleep. Upon opening this letter, crimson ink begins to appear on the page, as if someone is writing the letter as you read it. It merely cordially requests your presence in a small basement room at the National Library in Berlin the next night at midnight. The letter hints at having answers to your questions; perhaps of half-forgotten dreams that plague your sleep or the sense of being suffocated slowly, day by day. It seems to offer answers and more. If you are brave, if you seek answers, or merely wish to personally tell off this mysterious letter writer off for bothering you, you find yourself eager to meet him or her.

And from there, your story unfolds.

Zephyrus

The envelopes opened, it seems that they contain two: A creamy beige invitation card written in what appears to be golden ink bearing your fake names, and a single page with some information printed on said fake identities.

Mr. Gustav: Your name is Andre Nurgen, of the Nurgen Wine Merchants in Switzerland. Your family's wines have been known throughout Europe as some of the finest quality ever to pass the lips of the rich and well-to-do families of high society. Your host is very, very fond of the Nurgen line of wines and it is said that there is a vast cellar underneath the grounds of his castle that holds nothing but casks and bottles bearing the Nurgen crest.

Mr. Warwok: Your name is Adolf Eichelberger, a noble family of middling prestige in Germany. Once, you were great warriors who served in the armies sent forth to fling defiance in the face of the Roman invaders, but it is sadly not so in this day and age. You hold a fairly important office in the city of Berlin, that of Under Secretary to Heinrich Sahm, the Mayor of Berlin. Your host has his fingers in just about anything and everything in this city; your position will be of great interest to him.

Father Lamb: Your name is Father Heinrich Faber, a Catholic priest of some influence in Berlin and in high standing with the Vatican. You are primarily here in Berlin to represent the Church's interest in the far off and yet increasingly nearer elections for President. The Church has kept a watchful eye on the occult interests and political doctrines of the Nazi party and they would not be pleased at all to see Hitler take office. Your cover is to be that of an observer, a sort of spy in plain sight. Your host would welcome any support against that of the Nazi party, even if he is not particularly a religious man himself.

Your host: Lord Hans Koenig. His family has been of the nobility for nigh on 400 years. Some have been kings, some princes, and some the hidden power behind the throne of Imperial Germany back in its heyday. The only thing truly known of Lord Koenig is that there is very little that goes on in his city that he does not see, and that he loathes the Newcomers and the Nazi party by association. Tread carefully with him, should you meet him face to face. He is as wily as a fox.