#owbn

[vitaae]

moooore coyotes!!

[meowkavian]

People who are interested in Vampire the Masquerade/ WoD and want to play their characters both IRL and on discord games should join the OWBN network!

It’s a multinational org spanning a lot of states in the US and some South American countries such as Brazil. Lots of different games are going on regionally and some may be even close to where you are—but if that’s not the case you can always travel to other games via Discord chat.

It uses MET Laws of The Night Revised as standard, which is a little adjustment for V5 players, but it’s so fun and helps you meet other people who also love the WoD.

[m-blackwell-and-associates]

The Meeting pt. 3

“So what do the Giovanni have to do with it? Were they the ones to wack her?” While not on the friendliest terms, Madaline had managed cordial relations with the local Brujah leadership. If nothing else, her stand off with the Ventrue had earned her some grudging respect. But there had been nothing on the ledger that would have led to a murder of convenience. Nothing that required cutting losses quite so severely. Nicky could not think of anything that would have led to the current levels of hostility. “If that’s Jon’s grudge, I’d need some proof before taking it to the family.”

“Your cousins put out a bounty for any of her belongings. Needed something near and dear to ol’ Dana’s heart. Extra if they could provide Dana’s ashes. Rumor had it they wanted to call up her soul. Bring her back from the dead.”

“Mother already told me that my cousins were taking witness statements from beyond the grave. If that’s all you got for me….”

“Oh you don’t understand, Nicky. It weren’t to talk to her and find out her killer. When has your lot ever been interested in justice?”

“Hey. I’m sitting right here.”

“Vengeance, mebe.” Monster grinned, warming to his tale. “But then vengeance ain’t nothing more than justice with interest, ain’t that right?”

“That’s fancy philosophy for a Gangrel,” Nicky was getting impatient for the meat of the matter. “What’d my family want with Dana Stone’s soul?”

“They wanted to bring Dana back from the dead. Not to talk, to bring her back.” Monster slapped the ground in front of him, emphasizing one what side of the Shroud he was talking about. “They found a nice new body and put Dana’s soul into it. Shipped her off all wrapped up in ribbons to her Justicar. Wanted to sweet talk that ice queen into some sort of alliance. Like he was going a-courtin’.”

Nicky stared at Monster, sure that he was lying. Or exaggerating for purposes of his story. “That’s not possible.”

The lie came easily. It could be done, Nicky knew, because he had done it. But the Giovanni were in the business of collecting souls, not returning them. The cost to do such a thing was astronomical, with the chances of success to be so minimal as to not be worth the attempt. On top of that, the family had forbidden it. It would have to be a valuable soul to pay the cost of return and to risk eternal torment at the hands of the Giovanni.

Dana Stone nor the favor of her Justicar was worth that kind of risk.

“Who’s idea was that?” Nicky demanded. He had seen first hand the carnage that came from the Brujah Justicar and her idea of proper punishment for the smallest sin. There was no forgiveness for anything. To actively seek her attention? To flaunt family power in her face? Nicky was under the opinion that the Giovanni were very lucky to still be in this city at all. Little wonder the city was burning through dons faster than the family could replace them.

“That tall cocky one, the one that took over when the old don burned.”

Nicky thought of all the missed opportunities to eat Vincenzo’s fucking soul and how that could have saved all of them from having to deal with this latest fiasco. “I don’t know why that’d piss off the Brujah. They had Dana Stone back. You could almost say new and improved. Certainly that’d be worth something.”

“Oh, but that’s the best part of the story, Nicky,” Monster purred, creeping forward to share his delighted secret. “Something went wrong. The body rotted. Your cousin sent the soul of the Midwest’s most influential Brujah to her Justicar as a walking corpse. Rumor has it that her frosty bitchness had to decide to let Dana slowly rot away or put her down.”

Nicky hid his face in his hands for a moment. One didn’t trash talk family in front of outsiders. Even family you disliked to outsiders that were tolerable. This fuck up was now bigger than Vinnie failing his way upwards. Whatever his cousin had been attempting had backfired. Backfired so badly as to risk the enmity of an entire clan. Possibly the Camarilla, depending on how the Brujah pressed their cause. Nicky considered leaving Chicago within the hour. “How accurate is this information?”

“I’m not pen pals with her Fury, if that’s what you’re asking.” Monster shrugged, his interest fading now that the story was told. “But we had a wanderer come through a year ago, claims to have attended a gathering where this story was told. Was the explanation of why your clan is being uninvited from Switzerland. Prince Guillimere don’t allow no violence and easier to evict some bankers than his Justicar if you’re looking to avoid a fight.”

Nicky got up to pace, rubbing his hands together to keep them occupied. His mind raced trying to find ways around this crisis. “This…incident. How widely known?”

“Not much if you didn’t know,” Monster observed and also rose, looking more man than animal now that he was upright. “But maybe your kin didn’t see fit to tell you. Common enough among the Brujah I think, the way they’re closing ranks. Not as many Anarchs these days. A newfound willingness to take the Queen’s shilling, as it were.”

Nicky’s jaw clenched until the teeth creaked in their sockets, the pain cutting through the rage flooding through him. The enormity of Vincenzo’s blunder began to settle on him. On an average day, a room full of Brujah couldn’t agree on the color of their black leather jackets. Vincenzo had just given them a cause big enough for them to unify under. “I appreciate you talking to me, Monster.”

“Always willing to work with you, Nicky. I know you’re good for it.”

“I’d also appreciate it if you keep this incident on the same level I heard it.” Nicky could hear the expectation in Monster’s voice. It was clear they had gotten to the wheeling and dealing part of the show. “What can I do for you?”

Monster sighed explosively, looking around at the wildness of parkland gone to see, fists on his hips as if considering his options. “The fucking Torys want to make the island pretty again. Turn it back into some Japanese pleasure garden the way it was during the fair. Would appreciate you shutting that down so we can keep it how we likes it.” The Gangrel’s tone turned sly, arching one red brow. “Hear you have an affinity for roses.”

“What can I say? They love sharp pricks,” Nicky said with a self-deprecating shrug, sending the Gangrel into howls of laughter. With an amiable clap on the shoulder, Monster turned and still chuckling, disappeared into the wilds of the Wooded Island.

[shrine-of-the-exoletus]

i dont tink you caN OWBN a jpeg but maybe a png?

[mothimalspaces]

bitches talk a big game about going outside and meeting people and organizing.. however... problem.. i live in that suburbia from homestuck and it sucks and theres noone here so the closest thing i have to friends are the people in the psychic torture machines i owbn

[itsmeesss]

Unironically xenoblade chronicles 2 is a gacha game that's 60 dollars upfront. It has different rarity summons, team comp as progression, all of them are designed by a different artist and have little side stories and their owbn personality. It's a gacha game with a gacha mechanic that does not cost you a dime extra. The game rewards you for exploration with gacha pulls and it's the only time I've seen it be pulled off. I kinda hate it because there are parts of the design I like, every XC2 playthrough has you make a different team of guys and that's awesome. I want more games like that that don't have you go in the store and stare "5 quintillion gems for 124,99 euros" in the face.

I'm trying to imagine the whole "gacha game are Good Actually because the gacha business model enables narrative structures that wouldn't work in conventional games" thing applied to literally any other similarly predatory monetisation scheme. I want to see the story that can only be told through the medium of battle royale lootboxes.

[vitaae]

Some headshots of characters I've met in OWbN!! Larp is fun, wahoo!!

[keikakulasombra]

Hello world!  I mean, I guess.

Looks like things are gonna kick up around here on the soon side.  Me, Milo, and Sy are all comfy up at the farm, it’s coming along really nice.  So this is basically going to be my blog for all things Jules-life.  Stay tuned for disappointing my parent!

Because we all know that’s what’s going to happen.

[geekandsundry]

https://geekandsundry.com/gms-our-go-to-tips-to-address-overpowered-player-characters/

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[sweetiesammy]

So many people had been making character boards for their LARP pc's, I couldn't resist.

[meowkavian]

Hey, if the “fuckass rural area” happens to be in the US and is around one of the OWBN game sites….

https://www.owbn.net/game-directory

You’d be surprised at the amount of games we have in places like Ohio LMAO.

It’s not the only LARP community but it’s the one I’m in. Like any community it has its shortfalls but I’ve met some of my best friends there. 💖

what do u guys do in a vtm larp im very curious there r no vids on youtube💔

[zombrigit]

Starting a new LARP character soon!

[martyrized]

"Just so, Your Grace." Introducing Ruby Lorde, Malkavian Harpy of Sacramento in OWBN. The ambiguous nature of her motivations make her a wild card in the Camarilla, but she seems to hold very ancient ties and Old World decorum. Known to turn on a dime depending on the beauty's mercurial mood. . . #character #owbn #vampire #malk #malkavian #cosplay #larpcostume #larpersofinstagram #masquerade #vtm #oneworldbynight #vamily #meetmycharacter #kooks #lunatic https://www.instagram.com/p/CZU_JzfvIKF/?utm_medium=tumblr

[keikakulasombra]

[[Personal Log, Entry 1]]

Oh yeah, before we start officially, a little bit about me.

That’s me.  Julia Vitner, call me Jules, eighteen years alive and about a year dead.  Ductus of pack Artax, mostly because my sire made me.  I like a couple things, don’t like a lot of other things, and I dunno, stuff I guess.  More deets later.

I’m good at some stuff, like chess.  I’m really good at chess.  Me and my sire play a lot.  It’s probably the only thing I’m actually really into.  I’m good at actual battle strategy too, he taught me how.  I like a lot of strategy games, but chess was the only one I ever really got into.  Mostly I just like sleeping.  Only I can’t actually catnap now, so I kind of just lay in a hayloft and stare at the ceiling.

I spend most of my time with my pack.  That’s me and my buddy Milo, and our friend Sy.  I’m “in charge” but that’s kind of a misnomer because honestly no one’s really in charge.  We’ve got this farm that we’ve got some other people living on it, but they’re not dead like us, they’re just people.  It’d be rude to call them snacks, but they do kinda serve that function.  Mostly they take care of the farm during the day, though.

I haven’t really had much to do just yet.  Seems like there’s a lot of new faces in this area, so I guess they’re getting their legs under them.  I’m pretty used to this area, myself.

I’m good with nothing to do, though.  I don’t really like doing stuff, y’know?  Trying too hard kind of sucks.  That’s why I don’t really want anyone to know what I’m good at.  If they knew, they’d expect things out of me.  And that’s a lot of work.  Doing the things they expect, I mean.  And my sire already has enough expectations.  And I am constantly disappointing him.

Disappointing parental figures: it’s what I do.

[m-blackwell-and-associates]

Shall we dance? pt 2

Seemingly not bothered by the silence, she wandered about, slowly going from display to display, dragging fingers along the frames as she peered in to see the shining specimens under their bright lights.  Nicky remained where he was, tracking her silently as she slowly spiraled in to stand next to him.  More patience than he thought her capable of, subtlety tending to need a certain amount of forethought and planning.  He hadn’t thought her clever enough for the slow approach.  Then again, any woman looking like her wearing only enough clothing to be considered decent tended to have men approaching her the moment she walked into a room never giving her the chance.  The black velvet coat, with black satin lapels and cuffs, looked modest enough, but silver buttons joined it just beneath her breasts and to her hips.  When she walked, it drifted slowly open, showing silk stocking legs up to where the lace cuffs ended.  Imagination supplied the rest.  Like meat to dogs.  

Nicky kept his eyes on the stones.

“Have a fondness for opals?  You haven’t moved since I came in.  Maybe you’re really a Toreador?” she teased, touching his forearm gently.  Nicky tensed.  Ettored had warned Nicky not to let her touch him, something he had brushed aside in the moment’s argument and in the debate that had followed, he had failed to demand why.  

Rather than some attack, physical or otherwise, her hand twitched where it lightly lay on the wool of his jacket. She curled her fingers slowly into her palm, like petals withering to the center of a flower.  He looked over at her in curiosity, not expecting that reaction, to see the bright smile still on her face, but her eyes were deep pools of terror. 

“Just thinking,” Nicky said, watching her draw her hand back and fold them together on the edge of the case, the heavy winding platinum chains on her wrists winking with a ransom of sapphires set into the links.  They clicked ever so faintly on the sturdy glass.

“So I did interrupt!  I’m sorry for that.  What were you thinking about?”

Nicky wasn’t sure if he should admire her tenacity or pity her stupidity.  She didn’t want to be here with him yet was bravely soldiering on.  “Business,” he replied, with a shortness that didn’t encourage further questions just to see her gamely rally, turning the full force of her brilliant smile on him.  She was pretty, he couldn’t deny that.  Easy to see why any Kindred might attempt to leash her, wanting to own a golden goose that was nice to look at and not clever enough to see the cage.

“Imports or exports?” 

He stared at her and the directness of the question.  “Neither.  Acquisitions.”

Pia laughed as if he had said something funny.  “I’m sorry!” she touched her hand to her lips, hiding the rudeness of her outburst.  “I expected a different answer.”

“Like?” he asked, despite himself.

“Wetworks.”

That empty look in those impossibly blue eyes was back.  Something fathomless and sad.  Nicky understood Ettore’s warning then.  This was what she did, sifting through the stray thoughts and lingering emotion of her target, collecting that vulnerability and taking it to her prince.  He wasn’t sure what she had seen in that chance touch, but Nicky was certain it wouldn’t come as a surprise to Follet. Careless of her to let that knowledge show on her face. 

“The thought doesn’t scare you.”  He wouldn’t have thought her so jaded, Prince’s Whore or not.

“Well, I’ve never known a Giovanni to hire out for contract killing.  Not other Kindred anyway, and certainly not anyone from the Camarilla.”  The Toreador’s sparkle was back, having lured him into speaking with her.  “So I guess I’m safe.  For now.”

“Yeah.  About that.”  Nicky turned to face her, a movement she mimicked leaning on the edge of the case in casual echo.  “I’m just visiting Chicago for a time.  I won’t be here long.”

“That’s too bad.  Its been a long time since someone interesting came through.”  Pia reached out again, unknotting her fingers to touch the very edge of the lapel of his jacket, as if removing some speck of lint or tugging it back into place. Like it was a compulsion, a child unable to resist touching a candle flame. 

“Interesting enough to risk being put in a box?”

If it was still possible for her to flush with anger she might have, the flirtatious glint in her eye going sharp and cold, if for only an instant.  She dropped her hand.  “I see my reputation precedes me.  I guess I’d better be on my way then.  I wouldn’t want you to get caught up in that.  Be rude of me getting you put in a box on your first night here, wouldn’t it?”

He let her get halfway to the door.  “Boxing a Giovanni would be an act of war.”

She stopped suddenly and looked back at him, confused although by what he wasn’t sure.  “Good to know I can speak to you again without you getting in trouble.”  And with that cryptic farewell, she left the gem hall.

Round one.  Your move, Follet.

[narrochwen]

this is why you don't use super glue to fix a fake nail. also the 1st one to come off. #nails #superglue #badfixes #larp #lasombra #owbn #worldofdarkness https://www.instagram.com/p/Bt9_C2QF05Y/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1d861syqu2n8g