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ChiKalb Requiem Teaser!

2009-05-15T20:14:11Z

Great Lakes May Featured Game of the Month

(May 29-30, Chicago, http://chikalb.wikispaces.com/ )

“The awful daring of a moment's surrender
Which an age of prudence can never retract
By this, and this only, we have existed”—T.S. Eliot

In the world of darkness, decadence and remorse meet together on the coat tails of antiquated history and sacred traditions. Monsters who by night gather together in the shadows of light to prevent their slip to the beast, meet in a macabre setting of yellowed lace and flawless masks of gilt. They gather for their last semblance of humanity. They cling to the cloying embrace of their Princes’ Assembly, a yearly tradition to prevent the crumbling of their own society to the quickly evolving mortal herd that only recently they controlled. They gather to discuss their future. They whisper of diseases that spoil them and spare the kine, and forgotten monstrosities from ages past. Come to the yearly gathering of the Midwest Assembly of Princes. Come and celebrate in the night what it means to be a Vampire. Celebrate the blood and the history, the ceremony and the decadence, and live it all without remorse.

“At any rate, let us love for a while, for a year or so, you and me. That's a form of divine drunkenness that we can all try. There are only diamonds in the whole world, diamonds and perhaps the shabby gift of disillusion.”—F. Scott Fitzgerald

Together for a handful of days, they assemble to celebrate what it means to be kindred. In a manner different from previous years, our theme isn’t a particular era or style, but a tone. In an effort to create an emotion, a feeling, and a thematic presence, consider ‘theme’ in a literary sense. We are creating a theme for our event that is all encompassing, but also unlimited as to the interpretation therein: Gilded Decadence.

“Decadence is a difficult word to use since it has become little more than a term of abuse applied by critics to anything they do not yet understand or which seems to differ from their moral concepts.”—Ernest Hemingway

Formal wear will be expected for the Summit of the Princes. Wear your finery. Dress in your elaborate party skin. We are living in a time of uncertainty. This year the Assembly gathers in the shadow of empire: Feeling the weight of their own ambitions and potential, the sovereigns’ debate over the reawakening of ancient ranks, the striges calling in their debts, and the sanctity of domain in the looming presence of Meritocracies and imperiums. Others, obsessed with the uncertainty of the future, dance themselves to dust in the wings of the night. Be it wedding or wake; join us for our fin de siècle.

“And nothing to look backward to with pride,
And nothing to look forward to with hope.” – Robert Frost

Chikalb; The Bang Before the Whimper!

Come to the Third Annual ChiKalb! May 29-30^th, at the Sheraton Suites in Elk Grove, IL.

Pre Register now, not only do you save money on the door price, but you ensure that you can use all those nifty Approvals!

Event, hotel, and pre-registration information available at:

http://chikalb.wikispaces.com/

John Milton

2008-10-21T03:10:03Z

Now conscience wakes despair
That slumber'd,—wakes the bitter memory
Of what he was, what is, and what must be
Worse.

The grandest gatherings of the year always left one feeling slightly pekish and out of sorts. This year, the feeling grated across her nerves with a ferocity that she could neither contain, nor resist.

A sense of hope curled within her, an emotion so unfamiliar, so cold and twisted that she couldn't begin to place it. It moved within her, throughout the core of HER.

She closed her eyes, letting its warmth wash over her. She knew it was different, but wasn't sure how, couldn't quite place it. It was as if the blinds had been left open, and the sun's warmth poured in. Uncomfortable during the brightness of night, roasting all of the furniture within the quiet private room of her mind.

She met Ani before they left together to go to the gathering, and he spoke softly before presenting her with a cherry wood box, simply built, with velvet inside of it. Tucked onto the velvet was a black choker with a onyx cross hanging from it. She smiled at the gift, and again smiled as she turned, pulling her hair up so he could pin it at her throte.

She pulled her satin gloves up her arms, adjusting them well past her elbows, and spun once more to readjust, making sure that all was perfect. The feeling was a bit odd, a bit heavy. She didn't doubt his sincerity, or his lovely voice as he gave her the gift, his accent a balm upon her soul as they talked quietly on their way to the event.

She sat beside him at the Invictus meeting, remaining calm and quiet for the meeting. Even the outburst at the back failed to rise her ire. A soft smile twisted her lips as she remained through the senate portion. Gentle conversations floated across the air. It all began to tumble sweetly down after the start of the evening. The crush of undead bodies around her caused her less fear than normal. There was a subtle strength within her, a knowledge and faith that they would all come through this all alive.

A tender sense of hope.

Plagued with self doubt for so long, the feeling of hope budding was like the daytime to her night, the acid to her base, the complete opposite of all she knew, all she felt, and all she lived. She felt it there, inside of herself. And knew it was wrong.

OOC note for ling:

2007-08-25T06:19:51Z

So as you all know probably by now, I've hopped on the ling bandwagon. As such, Ive started an IC lj for my character concept. It is REMYCARSON from now on anything I've got about ling will be posted to that lj. I'm going to try to avoid spamming caster with anything else non caster related. so, if you are interested in reading some creative meanderings.. feel free to hop on over there. at this point its not friends locked either, so enjoy. (but also feel free to friend me!)

Ok.

So, as an up to date edit of this. As Ling draws near, I am from here on out friends-locking my entries. I've decided, that if I get enough comments, I will cross post my ling entries to this LJ under a Changeling filter. If you wish to be added to that filter, instead of going through the trouble of friending RemyCarson, I will do so, because I'm just that nice. Therefore, if you wish to be put on the changeling filter, let me know either via comment, or in conversation, and I will do so.

OOC: Dekalb Brood Night, Pictures

2007-07-11T03:53:27Z

Hey guys here are the pictures that I took of Brood Night. Enjoy!

http://s203.photobucket.com/albums/aa54/aspwriter85/Brood%20Night/

OOC: Dekalb FGTOM premise, July 7th

2007-06-27T17:26:00Z

[[Hey guys, this is taken from Rachel Frye's LJ. I'm just spreading the word.]]

Good evening all,

Many have been victim to the transgressions of our enemies. One such enemy is well known to many of you – The Brood. We have lost loved ones and friends to their destructive urges. The peace of our own city has been tainted by their corruptive touch. And while some of us may feel wounded more greatly than others, none of us have remained unaffected.

But we have an opportunity to laugh in the faces of our enemies. We have an opportunity to trivialize what they believe are their strengths. We have an opportunity to show our resilience.

It will be known to all that our city remains true to the virtues we hold and that we will never be sullied by fuckery.

And so it is with great pride I present the theme for our next gathering – “Come as The Brood.” The Court of DeKalb will be hosting this fete on July 7th, 2007 at the DeKalb Free Medical Clinic. Dr. Colburn has been generous in opening his doors to us and allowing those planning this event to transform his property into the festering waste pile we all know Brood havens to be.

Join us in our mockery.

Sincerely,
Baroness Audra Jetter
Respected Councilor & Speaker of DeKalb, IL
Speaker of the Midwest Assembly
Secundus & Senex of the Great Lakes
Professional of the Darker Garden

OOC:

IL017D Featured Game of the Month! July 7th!

Where: Holmes Student Center, DeKalb IL
When: July 7th

Forsaken: 11:00 am – 4:00 pm (5th Floor)
Requiem: 5:00 pm – 10:00 pm (Skyroom)
Afters: TBA

Site Fee: $3 per person all day

Xp: Both Forsaken and Requiem will be worth 3 overcap

If you have any questions feel free to email me or Alex McConachie (dc.barbcity@gmail.com)

Tell all your friends!
Rachel Frye
US2005063548

Rudyard Kipling

2007-06-26T05:53:23Z

WHEN the Himalayan peasant meets the he-bear in his pride,
He shouts to scare the monster, who will often turn aside.
But the she-bear thus accosted rends the peasant tooth and nail.
For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.

When Nag the basking cobra hears the careless foot of man,
He will sometimes wriggle sideways and avoid it if he can.
But his mate makes no such motion where she camps beside the trail.
For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.

When the early Jesuit fathers preached to Hurons and Choctaws,
They prayed to be delivered from the vengeance of the squaws.
’Twas the women, not the warriors, turned those stark enthusiasts pale.
For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.

Man’s timid heart is bursting with the things he must not say,
For the Woman that God gave him isn’t his to give away;
But when hunter meets with husband, each confirms the other’s tale—
The female of the species is more deadly than the male.

Man, a bear in most relations—worm and savage otherwise,—
Man propounds negotiations, Man accepts the compromise.
Very rarely will he squarely push the logic of a fact
To its ultimate conclusion in unmitigated act.

Fear, or foolishness, impels him, ere he lay the wicked low,
To concede some form of trial even to his fiercest foe.
Mirth obscene diverts his anger—Doubt and Pity oft perplex
Him in dealing with an issue—to the scandal of The Sex!

But the Woman that God gave him, every fibre of her frame
Proves her launched for one sole issue, armed and engined for the same;
And to serve that single issue, lest the generations fail,
The female of the species must be deadlier than the male.

She who faces Death by torture for each life beneath her breast
May not deal in doubt or pity—must not swerve for fact or jest.
These be purely male diversions—not in these her honour dwells.
She the Other Law we live by, is that Law and nothing else.

She can bring no more to living than the powers that make her great
As the Mother of the Infant and the Mistress of the Mate.
And when Babe and Man are lacking and she strides unclaimed to claim
Her right as femme (and baron), her equipment is the same.

She is wedded to convictions—in default of grosser ties;
Her contentions are her children, Heaven help him who denies!—
He will meet no suave discussion, but the instant, white-hot, wild,
Wakened female of the species warring as for spouse and child.

Unprovoked and awful charges—even so the she-bear fights,
Speech that drips, corrodes, and poisons—even so the cobra bites,
Scientific vivisection of one nerve till it is raw
And the victim writhes in anguish—like the Jesuit with the squaw!

So it comes that Man, the coward, when he gathers to confer
With his fellow-braves in council, dare not leave a place for her
Where, at war with Life and Conscience, he uplifts his erring hands
To some God of Abstract justice—which no woman understands.

And Man knows it! Knows, moreover, that the Woman that God gave him
Must command but may not govern—shall enthral but not enslave him.
And She knows, because She warns him, and Her instincts never fail,
That the Female of Her Species is more deadly than the Male.