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General Chat
OOC chat and discussion that doesn't easily fall into the below categories; Youtube and music recommendations, vampiric muse, website froth, cat pictures. Chat real life, chat characters, chat game, chat random. This board does not need to stay on topic of Vampire: The Masquerade. Feel free to stray from roleplay-related debates, just keep in mind sensitive topics should not be discussed (see Game Statement).

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Victorian Muse
General chat specific to the Victorian era. Costumes, props, films, books, websites, etc. that might helps to bounce ideas around in the heads of those new to the game and who might be unfamiliar with the era; equally, it helps older players inspire new ideas for their current characters!

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The Loremaster
Forum dedicated to the discussion of Vampire The Masquerade as a world, it's vampiric politics, cultures and clans, history and lore. You can ask and answer questions here or point out interesting tidbits that you like of the world. It may well help someone develop their concept. How do you interpret an ambiguous point of Vampiric life? Debates encouraged!

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Last post by Genevieve
Sun Feb 07, 2016 10:38 pm
Post- and Pre-Game Froth
Exactly as the title suggests! This board is dedicated to any and all chat regarding the game to come or the game that's just been. Have an idea for how to spice up the entertainment at Elysium but not sure if it seems appropriate to the era or Kindred being entertained? Post it as a question. Got too much keen and don't want to spam up the Facebook group? You know what to do. Go wild.

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Thu Sep 29, 2016 1:08 pm
Questions and Player Support Base
The nitty gritty. Post questions here if you're confused over how a stat (Disciplines, Techniques, Merits, Flaws etc.), challenge or other game feature works. Players are encouraged to help answer the questions here if they feel they're familiar with the topic!

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Fri Feb 26, 2016 1:11 pm
Help I'm confused! The Camarilla
Questions on the ins-and-outs, complexities and confusions that circulate the internal working of the Ivory Tower. Post questions on Status, Boon strategies, Positions, history, Traditions etc. Players are encouraged to answer.

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Last post by Francis Beauclair
Sat Feb 03, 2018 10:27 pm

North of the River

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Good Quality Pubs and Places of Leisure
For the genteel, for the proper, for those Sulians (or, "Bathonians" as you'll have it now) with status, breeding, intelligence and poise. Here lies the North and all of her glamour and class. The nocturnal nightlife is reserved but splendidly decorated, with various venues open after hours to entertain anyone unable to find peace in the comfort of their own home. Folk of means spend their evenings in salons and parlours with acquaintances, or perhaps, they attend an evening's performance at the theatre. Some even deign to dare the scandalmongers by frequenting this new and vulgar form of entertainment called "cinema." There are Gentlemen's Clubs (although Hector House is most famously used by the Kindred), Billiard Rooms, evening dining and even the odd soothsayer's parlour.

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Sat Apr 18, 2020 3:05 pm
Safe, Brightly Lit Streets
Magnificent cobbled boulevards are lined by scores of gas lamps, illuminating the night so brightly that much of the citizenry feels no need to acknowledge the change from day to night and back again. The people who walk across the northern streets are the wealthiest of their kind, as concerned with matters of decorum and propriety as any upstanding gentleman. Women are escorted by their menfolk, be it brothers, fathers or husbands. Through it all low mists drift from the twisting snake of the river, punctured by points of light flickering from oil lamps.

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Fri May 25, 2018 12:23 pm
Town Center
The heart of the city, where humans and Kindred parade together through the night. Lit by new style gas lights and humming with the sound of people eating, drinking, laughing, crying, living and dying, the centre of Bath is the jewel in the crown of the ancient city.

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Tue Apr 14, 2020 5:51 pm
The Abbey
The town houses loom over cobbled, slippery streets and echo the clattering of horse drawn trams, the barking of stray dogs. Over it all stands the Abbey like a frozen grin, judging those below her and casting a shadow across the recently discovered Roman Baths. It's heathen decadence nestled against crushing piety. A mirror of the city itself. Some presences have their own gravity, their own radiation. So it is with The Abbey. Rebuilt in the 12th and 16th centuries, major restoration work was more recently carried out by Sir George Gilbert Scott in the 1860s - and allegedly a Kindred known as Tobias Ingleby. It is one of the largest examples of Perpendicular Gothic architecture in the West Country.

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Erytheros (Kindred Club)
Greek name meaning "red-producer." In mythology, this is the name of a horse of the Sun. In Aquae Sulis, it is one of Clan Toreador's favourite haunts. Open to the wealthy by day, it is ostensibly one of the city's finest restaurants, boasting all manner of rare delicacies. At night it becomes a place of Kindred leisure. Crossing over its threshold one sinks into the shadow-hush and winking glitz of the building. With multiple chambers and a sprawling layout, only one room maintains the restaurant-theme (white table cloths, each adorned by a telling lack of cutlery - and pale candles arranged in neat studded spirals) and can be available for any Kindred meetings; while the other rooms snake out into a hedonistic labyrinth of hammocks and sofas and decadent cushions plush enough to roll about on. And some Kindred do - the deepest rooms are off-limits to all but the Toreador. Unsurprisingly, it's owned by their Primogen, Lord Miroslav. While feeding is strictly off limits to all but his clan (it is not unusual for various attractive Ghouls to be present), Miroslav widely welcomes all Kindred of a refined nature; that is, Nosferatu are strictly prohibited.

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Royal Victoria Park
Royal Victoria Park was named after Queen Victoria, who wrote in her journal "The people are really too kind to me." It's a lush and sprawling park of deep green gardens, bright flowers and ancient trees - truly, a botanist's dream. To take a leisurely stroll through its unique fields is to know peace; to sit a while upon a beautifully carved bench or even read a book beside a willow tree, my, what better a time could be had? At night the gentle gas lamps burn an eerily hypnotic blue, making the entire place quite fantastical. There are rock pools and ivy-covered awnings, hidden passages between thick hedges and even a ring of old trees.

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Last post by Caru
Wed Aug 09, 2017 9:20 pm
Theatres
Be it The Theatre Royal, The Ceryneian Theatre, or any of the smaller establishments serving to entertain the good people of Bath, here lies the feeling of sanctuary - of focus - and a tremble in the ether as the curtains rise, the music begins. Women touch themselves up - cosmetically - and their features glow and gleam: mouths like scimitars in claret, plum, sienna, smokily shadowed eyes with diamond hints and sapphire glints. Candle flames paint flickering reflections across the crystal chandeliers. Inside a Theatre is something pure, something beyond the Beast, immortalised in story and dance, the hard-won result of all the satirically polite personas, the rehearsals, the strict agents, the money and fame, the spotlights, the sweat, the pain and the blisters, the heartache and a final real catch-of-breath victory. Here is the playground of the performers.

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Equus Incitatus (Horse Racing)
Named for the horse belonging to the Roman Emperor Caligula, "Incitatus" is also Latin word meaning "spurred on." It was said that this beast ate from an ivory manger and drank wine out of a golden pail, which quite aptly reflects the almost-obnoxiously rich grandeur of this racing course. Popular among the elite in the equine industry, this is an active horse racing venue (Thoroughbred racing and harness racing) and doubles as a very in-demand equestrian centre for training. At night, under the pale gloom of the gaslights, the track offers an endless escape for one's thoughts and idle moments. Further out and away from the main buildings, the northern countryside grows dark.

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Fri Aug 11, 2017 1:10 am
The Silver Thimble
A select salon for those with money to spend who understand that dressing well is not a luxury but a necessity. The Silver Thimble has a tasteful sign that hangs above a pretty bay window in which a few fabrics are carefully draped. Inside is lavishly decorated: there is a dark, sweeping cherry wood counter for sales, clear glass cabinets and a consultation room that practically exhales the sofas and coffee table nested therein. Cabinets around the shop hint that merchandise is stored there but nothing is on display. Indeed, it's well known that if you wish to see a garment then the shop girl will fetch it to you as you take tea with the proprietor. Highly unusual, it is run by a women - one Miss Valentina Audley. Kindred know her as the Master Seamstress of Bath, Clan Toreador, which would explain the odd closing hours.

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Hector House
A Gentlemen's Club in Lockscombe initially funded by a Ventrue who died in The Night of Fire. His Childe, one Master Vex, can still be occasionally seen relaxing in the study - the rare time that he is not up to his eyeballs jousting the judicial affairs of the kine. It is a private manor designed for the wealthy among Kindred, a place to relax and create alliances. Providing everything the typical Gentlemen's Club would have to satisfy a man's domestic needs, there is a library, a (often unused) dining hall, entertainment and games rooms, rooms for sleep, two washrooms and a large study. In many ways it resembles the typical Upper Class home. There is a separate entrance for staff to sleep, located on the side of the house.

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Tue Apr 07, 2020 1:09 am
The B.R.L.S.I
The Bath Royal Literary and Scientific Institution is a grand building situated on Terrace Walk in the town's heart, its location central and prestigious. Sporting a wide array of collected books, papers and documentations, the B.R.L.S.I is widely renowned among those of academic ambition. Tended to with the small stipend provided for his services by the institute is the resident gentleman librarian - who also happens to be a Kindred. Mr. Caiaphas Redfern claims domain of the building as Haven, by virtue of being an Elder and long-term resident. While Mr. Redfern has forbidden feeding therein, the Ventrue has declared the institutes's public areas freely open to all Kindred guests.

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Sun Apr 21, 2019 4:28 pm
Churches
Cursed by God, Caine was the first of the vampires. His legend grows with each generation. Victorian childer view him in almost religious terms, for legend holds that the Almightly destroyed Caine's soul, forever banishing him from the Kingdom of Heaven. There can be no greater curse than losing all hope of salvation. This age is one when faith is strong and damnation is absolute. More than a mere infection or disease, a vampire's very soul has withered under the blight of spiritual corruption. Every church is a bastion of faith whose walls have been built to hold them at bay. However... there are always exceptions. There are those who yet hold a candle of hope up against the darkness of their Beast. There are those that deny the whisper of its voice, those that pray for the salvation of their soul. Not all of the Damned have abandoned their God, even if He has turned His back on them.

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Wed Jun 06, 2018 6:39 am
Cemetaries
To recapture the spirit of this bygone age, its very Zeitgeist, you must die and be reborn. You must see the world anew as a vampire. However, for a race which knows no fear of ageing, death can be very final. Cemeteries can offer a queer point of return for such endless creatures; a way of reminding themselves of the very force they resist. Memento Mori - remember Death - it is a term well understood by the Elders of their kind. For the Neonates, well, they still have family that will die and fade before their very eyes. Even Ancillae watch the world like a time-lapse flower blooming and dying, all beauty and insignificance and short, brutal bursts of life. The cemeteries can indeed be a place of great interest to the Kindred. For meditation, for silence, for memories... there is no short answer for why one would visit.

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Mon Feb 01, 2016 4:47 pm
The Abandoned School
Later in Queen Victoria's reign a number of day schools had begun, including the British Schools, and the Ragged Schools (so called because of the tattered clothes worn by poor pupils). In 1870 a law was passed saying that children aged between five and ten had to attend weekday school. Even so, many children were kept away by parents and employers who would rather have them earning money. This was no such concern for the parents in the north of the city - and so for those not tutored by personal governesses, there was this school. Unfortunately the establishment shut down in 1880, half destroyed in a fire. It remains a grim place, with windows high up so that children could not see out. In the western wing that remains untouched by the damage, there is little on the drab walls, most stripped down with only the odd alcove detailing a stern text or biblical passage. One grey room houses a variety of toys: hoops, tops, skipping ropes and broken marbles. The locks are broken throughout the school, allowing free passage to the silent rooms and dusty chalkboards and musty desks.

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Wed Feb 15, 2017 3:26 am
The Professional Sisterhood of Ishtar
Three houses were connected to form the neat and tasteful façade of the "Professional Sisterhood of Ishtar." Its purple doors with silver fittings hide the elegant tea room and meeting rooms. Above them lie the lecture spaces, studio, writing room and library. The upper floors are marked private, stated to contain the Haven of Eglantine des Rosier.

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Sun Apr 23, 2017 8:26 pm
The Quintessence
Belonging to the famous artist, Eric Valmont, The Quintessence is an affluent art gallery situated on the southeast edge of Toreador territory. With three floors of sprawling rooms and cleanly modern furnishings, paintings adorn nearly every wall of every floor, but those on the lowest level are clearly on display for the public eye. Plaques welcome viewers to engage in each creation's historied life, and detail any piece's constructed date. On the upper floors... rumoured parties of decadent extravagance are hosted. These levels are strictly private.

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Other
For those Northern Haunts that either remain unspecified or too specific to fit into any other category. For example, if you wish to post a one-shot on your character's activities in their Haven but don't wish to advertise the fact of it's existence in a specific district.

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The Cobbled Streets
This is the dividing line - the place where the unwashed and the upper class are forced into each others paths. The lanes and streets joining the North to the South are thronged with the citizens of the city throughout the evenings, innocent and guilty alike. Here, the rich rub shoulders with the poor; from here, the ego and true pretentiousness of the city can be seen.

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Along The River
Cobbles glisten in the evening rain, leaf litter blocking the gutters and causing unshod feet to slip. Ragged men stagger home from the workhouses, brushed aside by the clicking wheels of the hansom cabs. Horses duck their heads, snorting plumes of wet, straw scented heat as the human traffic pushes past them and always, everywhere, above it and beyond it all, is the stink of the river Avon as its turgid flow seeps beneath the bridges. The river itself remains a dark, indifferent consciousness that allows anyone to stand by its weir and stare into the silent currents.

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Great Western Railway
Towering above the city streets, the Great Steam Railway clatters and roars its way through the night. The bridge which runs along the river conceals the dregs of humanity who call it home - urchins and beggars huddle round trash fires for warmth whilst the trains laden with coal for London rattle overhead. The railway is the sign of the new age, embodying everything that is the Victorian era - new, outrageous, endlessly noise, expensive... but innovative, beautiful, decadent and inspiring. The men who work the line call it "she", their tones full of wonder, love and hate in equal measure. The trains are indomitable, carrying humans (and perhaps also Kindred) by the score to destinations unknown.

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Bath Gas Works
A looming iron circular tower, the gasometer has long been a telling sign of how much gas the city is using. At peak times the crown of the holder falls with increased consumption. When the works here were built it was insisted that they were far enough away from the city so they would not spoil the views. When built in 1818 they were on the edge of the city, enclosed in a wooden shed. Generating most at night, Bath Gas Works supplies the necessary gas for the street lamps and The Bath Corporation, the local authority of the time, uses this to promote the fact that the streets of Bath are lit to wealthy tourists, so they shan't walk the streets in fear of being attacked. The company is often in court for polluting the local rivers, but people aren't particularly worried about the environmental effects of the pollution. In fact, factories down the river, such as the wool plant at Twerton, use the water from the river for cleaning.

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Wed Feb 22, 2017 9:53 pm
Chemical Works
To be Victorian was, it seems, to be arsenicated. The poison was in everything: used as a dye in textiles, wallpaper and even children's toys, added to sweets and foodstuffs, employed to dip sheep and as an insecticide on fruit. It even found its way into beer. It was made into medicines (some of which remained in use well into the 20th century). It was also, of course, used by murderers and would be murderers (perhaps its most familiar role to us). Here is the Chemical Works house of the city, which traces the history of arsenic and its use in Aquae Sulis, including the struggles of forensic chemists to develop tests. The price of progression may well indeed be the agonies inflicted by arsenic poisoning. Scheele's Green is a dye which produced a lovely green colour on items like wallpaper, the fumes from which could be very debilitating and on occasion fatal. Here is where trials and producsts are maintained, amid a massive wood-frame set of buildings which date to the 1850s and most prominently includes a large three-story brick warehouse built only in 1878. A wood-frame office building stands across from the main complex near to the river, and a series of duplexes built as worker housing line its south-facing side.

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Eve (Opium Den)
Just as the regular addict retreats to their general dens of iniquity to indulge in this vice, those who feign propriety may submit to their baser instincts, slaking their lust by submitting to nocturnal predators. Eve is unique in Opium Dens in that she caters specifically to Kindred; the surging lifeblood of this dark and enigmatic den depends on the cursed vitae of vampires. With a sizeable Herd of attractive addicts, Miss Angelina Chadwick, owner and manager of Eve, invites Kindred from all walks of Unlife to indulge themselves in her selection - for a modest price. A range of options are available to suit all tastes, special exceptions made for regular customers. The pleasures of the flesh can be made available as can opium-high humans already invested in the safety and maintenance of The Masquerade.

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The Redemption Club
A run of Georgian three-story office buildings back on to the river just to the west of the Newark Foundry, this is an apparent ill-fated attempt by the bourgeoisie to launch a beachhead south of the river before the fires of industry rendered the area barely habitable to those of refined taste. Formerly nearly derelict these buildings have been bought up an unknown benefactor and turned into an elegant gentleman’s club. There are many stories about what goes on behind the solid black door, it’s membership however remain tight lipped – nothing more than to confirm the excellence of the recently installed French Chef. To the North the buildings back directly onto the river, looking almost mournfully back towards Green Park; to the south thick iron railings run protecting the building from the street and taciturn bailiffs regularly patrol the frontage to move on any who seek to loiter or sponge off guests arriving or leaving.

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The Long Drop (Bar)
While there may be quieter establishments where Opium and the like can be found, where women can service gentlemen in clubs that are looked the other way from by the populace, here no such guise or illusion is maintained. It’s the heart of the dark world and hedonistic mess that is human need... at least surface-side. There's no scotch, but you can settle for a gin and fizzless tonic - or be bold and go for one of the unnamed drinks. The humans here have been coined "The Surprise Buffet" of the south by Kindred daring (or uncaring) enough to sample them. With drugs and drink running high in the blood, it's a bit of a gamble for what you'll get, but given this is the heart of Nosferatu territory, those hunting don't typically care. All tastes are accounted for, if you don't order none of that posh wine or gentlemen's crap, that is. Not for the faint of heart, The Long Drop brings southern Bathonians together in a heaving, belching, sweating mess of criminal trade and varied excitement. Closed during the day, it's no wonder the Kindred like it.

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The Gentleman's Respite (Bar)
With it's half-broken and rickety sign that barely displays the bar's name, The Gentlemen's Respite noses its heaps of sin like a ropy mongrel among the bins, partly embarrassed, partly excited, partly disgusted, partly sad... It's owned by a bookie named Richie who welcomes anyone into his grimy pocket of the south. He has to: unlike The Long Drop, with its dangerously unique alcoholic concoctions and wide variety of underworld trade, Richie has relatively little to offer in the way of drinks. The mugs in The Respite are cobwebbed and cracked, the prices absurd. Richie has given up trying to sell anything. His prices are too high compared to The Long Drop's competitive variety. This bar has instead become a hub for whores to brandish their wares and loud tavern wenches to entertain passersby. It's always packed - a warm glow amid the rain and gloom - inside and out, with men drunk from the Long Drop having stumbled downwind to the catcalls of ladies. What The Respite has that the Long Drop doesn't is food, in good measure, and a selection of independent southern wenches who appreciate Richie's hands-off patronage. One (known as 'Anostaisier') is legendary; Richie even allows her to use his backroom for her work so it needn't be done in the darkened streets. He obviously gains a cut from all this.

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Alleyways and Backstreets
Wriggling their way throughout the south side of Bath, the alleyways and backstreets form natural bazaars; meeting places for the residents, boardrooms for the criminally minded, brothels for the inexperienced, hunting grounds for the predators. Allowing members of the lower classes to flit from area to area without crossing a main street, these hidden passages are often roofed with clotheslines and barricaded with wagons and carts. Some of the braver or more intimidating traders store their goods, others use their access as trash disposal. Urchins pick their way through the grime, looking for shiny pennies and rags for the wickmen who produce the cheap tallows for the stuttering gaslights of the slums.

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The Tight Screw (Brothel)
With a picture of an actual screw and bolt as the sign, this Brothel makes no apologies. Run by a man simply named The Bartender (or handsome Jack for the scarring on his face) since he is known in shady circles, The Tight Screw welcomes anyone willing to part with their coin. The ladies are rough and ready, their gowns half open, hair scandalously loose. There's not much variety but they all know their job like the back of their hands. There's a small waiting reception where one of the girls might entertain seated menfolk with a dance - taking more coin - before leading them off into one of the rooms beyond.

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East Twerton
Situated immediately below the old Brujah Lands, much of East Twerton was saved from the fires which spread north-east on that fateful night. An urban jungle of darkened alleys and overfilled waste deposits, this is one of the residential areas of the south. Close to the river it has quite the smell; periodic flooding shortens the life of many buildings. It is currently unclaimed territory and therefore feeding across all clans is permitted - though whether any would want to feed here is questionable. It is the depressed and silent smear of the south, where parents can mourn their children in the cemetery and men out of work can fall slowly to disease.

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Twerton Cemetery
In the still, science-fictionish light of the gas lamps, the cemetery could have been on another planet. Alone in the inaptly named small hours, when so many big things happen in the heart, Twerton Cemetery can be visited. Unlike the grandeur and lavish power of those graveyards in the North, here there are no beautific stone statues or looming iron gates, no turrets no alcoves no benches no flowers to adorn the graves. It is simple. It is sad. It is where the past comes to rest, where life reaches its last hurrah and closes its eyes. Chapters fold in the place, books concede to the reality of time and all pieces go back into the same box. If you're buried here, you are forgotten. Only the earth remembers these names, for many of the tombstones are unmarked.

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Sat Dec 28, 2019 11:51 am
Moorfield House Mental Asylum
Moorfield House depresses God. The phrenological diagrams; the cadaverous patients with their deep-sea eyeballs and their miles of unfulfilled dreams; the phrenological diagrams; the puking newbies and passed-out oldies; the death's door patients with their raw ankles and soiled pants; the phrenological diagrams; the coppery apparatus with its threadbare ties - but chiefly there is the surrender to despair or vacancy that the rattling windows demand, the tendency of a patient to collapse into a seat or hang from a bed rail in a state of bitter capitulation to the sadness and boredom and loneliness and excruciating glamourlessness of their lives. In optimistic irony lies a picket sign at the end of the magnificent drive: Welcome to Moorfield House.

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Deep Urban South
If a city could speak, Bath would be an opera - the highest of sopranos to the North, the deepest bass to the South. But underneath that deep, treacle bass lies something else: the scream in the night, the knife in the hand, the noose from the rafters. The darkest side of the Opera, the part that is hidden beneath caked lead facepaint and straining corsets. The Deep Urban South, known by those who frequent the area as "The Gloom" - a part of the city which few see and even fewer speak of. Painted brothels and opium dens are out of place here - this is the world of the degraded soul. The humanity which strives here barely deserves the term. Human trafficking, corpse disposal, torture, sadism, acts of unspeakable cruelty and sickness within moss covered walls litter the streets. The deep south of both Malkavian and Nosferatu Territory, only those with the most dire of business come here.

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Thu May 26, 2016 3:44 pm
Opium Dens/Brothels
The key to evil? Freedom. The key to freedom? Money. For those in the Opium Dens, the freedom to do what they like becomes the discovery of how unlikable as people they really are. Not that that stops them doing what they like. The addict is their own worst enemy; in a place designed to elicit hypersensitivity and gaucheness, the gradual congregation of spiritual atoms, the adherence of each to a released ecstasy brings forth a throbbing and protracted orgasm that leaves no wonder as to why so many Brothels also sell Opium. There's the lawless horde of smells: soap, chalk, rotting wood, limescale, sweat, semen, vaginal juice, stale tea, vomit, rust - a stampede of whiffs, a roistering cavalcade of reeks, stinks and perfumes. Opium Dens fairly gang-bang the virgin nostrils. The place always attends to you with a sort of Lawrentian intensity. Pornography, is what it is, a wild pornography of colour and form, the shameless posturing, the brazen succulence and flaunted curves. Truly, they lie as a welcome to the South.

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Rifle Volunteer Drill Ground
The open space of the training ground is in stark contrast with the bustling humanity surrounding it. With few options for cover and a rough, dirt surface unforgiving to bare feet, the plot is mostly abandoned. Occasional stray dogs hunt there, chasing the city rats which are in abundance in quiet areas. Worth nothing but space, still the city fathers resist all attempts to build on it, claiming the need for military training grounds within the city.

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Ash & Haroldston Printing
Once run by Geoffrey Ash & Reginald Haroldston (now deceased) this printing company stands as a ruin in the Burned Quarter. Destroyed during The Night of Fire, it lies among a puzzling mess of pieces. Nothing is left whole and untouched, everything looks destryed. The building litters the charred city like a carcass, stripped of its skin. The old printing company shines sickly in the grey half-light, the gaslamps few and far-between. Ash still lies on the ground, kicked up by a stray breeze only to settle against the corners of the building like snowdrifts.

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God's Providence (Resturaunt)
One of the few reputable businesses in the south, God's Providence struggles to maintain positive income. With its rough local wine and peppered fish, the food here isn't half bad, the good merchant family who set up shop clearly hoping to make use of the niche (or rather the void) of clean establishments in the south. They even have a doormat, which is regularity urinated upon. Closer to the river than most, this restaurant lies above Malkavian Territory in the unclaimed land. It is therefore suitable for all manner of Kindred Clans to feed. Not that you'd see some of them here... It's not uncommon for the restaurant to stay open late, partly to deter hoodlums from breaking their windows each week while they sleep and partly in tired recognition of the fact that the rest of the south never sleeps.

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For those Southern Haunts that either remain unspecified or too specific to fit into any other category. For example, if you wish to post a one-shot on your character's activities in their Haven but don't wish to advertise the fact of it's existence in a specific district. There are abandoned warehouses, looming ruins, closed shops and empty, filthy gardens...

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Last post by Yorick Von Watenberg
Sat Feb 01, 2020 1:20 pm

Beyond Bath

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Outer Countryside
Beyond the pale, smooth stone houses and neat, orderly gardens, the countryside opens up. Farmland crests the hills all the way to the Industrial behemoth of Bristol, skulking in a crest of smog and steel along the banks of the Severn estuary. South: endless miles of rolling fields all the way to the Somerset levels, marshland rich in wildlife, poverty and tiny, archaic villages. To the East, the moist evening air brings the taste of coal and the smell of countless thousands crammed together, the stacks of London belching into the night. Here lies Gangrel Territory, or at least where they've been granted feeding rights. In reality any can make the journey across the moonlit fields and dark woodland, if they've the courage to do so.

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Last post by Regulus Grey
Tue Feb 13, 2018 8:05 am
Ancient Ruins
Ancient structures still litter the countryside to the north and south of Aquae Sulis, with blackened rubble and moss-covered, fallen turrets. Who knows what they were builty for originally; time has removed from them all but the barest hint of their structure, integrity or purpose, reduced them down to crumbled ghosts. Certain shapes and stonewashes suggest a queer, malformed beauty in the design, phantoms of old buildings that have been lost to the ages but were clearly important at one time. Nevertheless, they sometimes make for fun hideouts, though bizarrely, no animals take shelter in any of the ruins south of the city.

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Last post by Regulus Grey
Sun Aug 13, 2017 7:01 pm
The Railway Line Out
The occasional train grinding against the newly laid iron tracks makes for an eerie counterpoint to the bustle and hum of the city. As the track leaves the city, however, there's only the rolling fields and silent moon to keep one company. Daisies and buttercups are frail lights out in the meadow's umber. Gangrel hunting grounds, but anyone's able to follow the trainline out, a nomadic point of freedom and isolation.

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Elsewhere in England
Whether Kindred or Cainite, when a vampire speaks of Victorian culture, she often refers to events and scandals in Britain. London is the jewel in the crown of the Victorian Empire. All other civilised cities are measured against its standards, at least among the Damned. Of course, it's also a squalid, dangerous place populated by the only vampires savvy enough to survive the machinations of Mithras, the Methuselah prince. Bristol is held by the artisan Clan Toreador, and, perhaps on account of its rulership, Bristol possesses an unshakable belief in and fascination with its own perceived superiority; the city itself is designed to impress the new arrival with its elegant majesty that will fail, upon closer inspection, when one observes the cracks in the city's façade and the rot that lurks beneath. To the east lies enigmatic Swindon, far more sharply delineated from Bath than is Bristol. Then, the people of Cardiff, Wales, as a rule, distrust Englishmen and all things English. The rebellious Welsh have yet to accept the notion that the English have only their best interests at heart. There is a wealth of vampiric culture and human life beyond Bath, just screaming to be unveiled.

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Last post by Myca Vykos
Sat Apr 04, 2020 3:19 pm
Beyond Even That!
Scotland is acutely removed from England. Beyond the Cheviot Hills, the land opens up like a blooming flower into the Lower Uplands of gently rolling hills and occasional majestic mountains. Out from the shadow of the United Kingdom, Paris has been a haven for Toreador elders since the very founding of the Camarilla. Vienna is not only home to an upper crust of Ventrue aristocracy, but the alleged resting place of an Antidiluvian: Tremere himself. Meanwhile Venice has maintained a similar balance of power throughout the 19th century. There is the American Gothic... The mysterious Orient and even the Indian Colonies and The Dark Continent of Egypt.

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Last post by Reginald Verity
Wed Mar 14, 2018 1:35 pm
Half Moon Tavern
A half-way house for the weary Kindred, this old tavern is set back off the road in its own grounds, in the heart of the countryside. Nominally still in Reading's catchment area, and thus sanctuary, this beautiful ivy-climbed cottage is Kindred-friendly (and Kindred approved!). It is a sprawling barn conversion with twenty light-tight quaint rooms, two wings and a central lounge area overlooked by the balcony of the story above. There are small parlours and a library. Outside, a split carriage path winds around a wishing well, leading to the stables and the apple orchid at the back. Beyond the orchid, is a dark forest. No one knows how the cottage stays clean.

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Last post by Bronwyn93
Tue Apr 07, 2020 6:56 pm

The Bone Yard

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The Past
For your Backstories or one-shots set in the past, before November 1880 and the start of the Chronicle.

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Last post by Christine Daye
Fri Dec 08, 2017 10:25 am

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