!!GwSzGBiufrD 11/05/10(Fri)09:44 No.12687810|
The tunnels were lit by sputtering torches that, upon closer inspection, turned out to be those little lamps you could get with the fake billowing fire-cloth stuff. Obviously, the Duke wanted to create a nice atmosphere, but didn't really have the staff to keep replacing torches, so he went with the budget-conscious option.
Then, his minions started flooding in. Clad in flowing robes, wearing a wide variety of creepy masks, and carrying yet more ancient weapons, there seemed to be an endless supply of oddly well-trained youths willing to follow this madman. In the entire time, the Duke kept up his speech, and it was not long before we had pieced together his plan.
After years of isolation with his opera, the self-proclaimed Duke decided that he needed to control the city. To do that, he needed powerful minions, and so he ambushed a group of youths, commanding them to build him a lab of powerful human-enhancing chemicals. Confused by the old man and his rants about how the government would steal all of the blood and sell it back at ridiculous prices, they hastily agreed, and took advantage of the space beneath this Church.
After a few months of operation, he had his minions hit his first foe, a random young Gangrel who had failed to listen to him rant about how the youth these days have no respect and can't produce a good opera with both hands. Enjoying the power, he began sending his minions out more and more often, until he hit upon his ultimate plan; kidnapping the building used for Elysium and holding it for ransom.
All the while, we were fighting his minions, whose PCP-fueled strength nearly matched the great might of El Viento de Iluminación de Justicia. After a series of hard battles, running down tunnels and seeking the source of these annoyingly maddening rants, we arrived in a large, cave-like antechamber entirely inappropriate for the type of soil we were on.