SleepyOwl's RPG Game Journal
A Vampire: the Masquerade 5th edition game on Discord – based on Bloodline 2 lore
[ Wake-up Rouse failed, Hunger 1 > 2 ][ Herd feeding, Hunger 2 > 1, Negligible Resonance ]
Affairs of the clan, that is the name that such gatherings take; this one, however, cannot be all too formal, since it’s organised by a
“Well, we’ll have to get you a pair.” He smirked and asked for a mug of beer, grinning cheerily as it was slid over to him, and taking a long drink. That was good. Varen was, frankly, a little bit
Ariyah thought about her own company when Jackson talked about stepping back from operations to manage the reins better. It was an understandable stance, but she couldn’t imagine herself only doing managerial work and not painting. If the time came, she’d just have
Michael nodded and noted everyone’s name as they filed in. He was ready to meet everyone and soon enough once enough people had entered the bar, Tobias began to speak. He did vaguely wonder where Louella was as he hadn’t spotted her yet, he wanted to have a proper conversation
When everyone made their introductions, Yuri had finally figured out what to say, making his way towards the rose-suit wearing man. “Sorry, I didn’t introduce myself earlier. I’m Yuri, we spoke on the phone. Miss Louella spoke highly of you, um, it’s an honor
Different roses came in, all dressed so differently, but they dressed up well. He knew the stereotype for their clan was gaudy showmanship, but what he saw here was self expression and pride for their blood. Tobias even had to say he felt that more comfortable in his
Jenn looked up as Varen approached, and just managed to set her glass down stably before he grabbed her in a hug. She laughed, surprised but not worried, and returned his hug. “You look pretty fantastic yourself, though I reckon you look amazing
Varen’s strawberry blond curls bounced airily as he pushed his way into the Art Gallery that Tobias had given the address of. It was lovely inside, the red lighting was very atmospheric, and he appreciated the roses decorating the bar.
Jenn got out of the Uber in the location she’d had sent to her – The gallery was nice, and in a prime location; she felt like she was so out of her depth. She’d been to the classy Elysium a few times
“No, no, I am in the news industry just from chosen vocation and a tolerance for pain. No insult taken at all.” There was a chuckle, no doubt that would be a function of the Camarilla. They seemed to have their net wide and in many different industries to keep