ahh best to izzy then, he's still on the team regardless.
soooo like on a scale of 1-10 how ready are we all to play some Coven again..? I'm actually quite excited to fill some servers and hopefully get all the old crew back together and some new ones too possibly
We have been hard at work getting things sorted in ways that will hopefully lead to a new era of Coven and related merchandizing naturally...
But seriously, look for a couple new classes, some new abilities, twists on older ideas; basically the aim for this incarnation of the game is to raise the bar, and then use that to raise it again. Two bar raisings there. First we will recreate the old level of "in-your-face" fun that is standard with Coven. Second we will add to that with at least one new class for humans and vampires, Sergeant for humans and Degenerate Vampire for the vampires. Let your minds run wild whilst I about my business.
The Story; a teaser.
"He did WHAT?!, BRING me that motherfucker right fucking now, NOW!"
"Yes immediately", replied the attending vampire unlucky enough to bring such news to his highness the self proclaimed Emperor of Vampires.
"He did WHAT?! He really just let every single human in his Zone GO?!"
"That's the report sir, apparently the humans were promised safe conduct to the coast; eastern South Africa I believe sir."
"SAFE CONDUCT, HA, indeed. Do this and do it now; I want to see this, wait who is this individual that is about to regret being born, damned, and reborn again?"
"This is Sam, your highness" the attendant replied with a cold satisfaction, almost reptilian glee.
"Outstanding, bring him, and see to it that he feels welcome. Explain to him that I want a report and that the, how, wait how many humans?"
"The message said 9,000 but if you remember your excellency, F13 should be a 13-15k Zone, I wouldn't be surprised if he weren't hiding the others highness, I'm not sure why he would do that though"
Chuckling the Emperor knew why his attendant had suddenly become so helpful, "Ha you know exactly why he would hide blood from ME and if I remember correctly he bled one of your cows dry at a party? an accident it was, wasn't it? was that a male or female?, cow..."
"Oh he did far more than that, and no that wasn't an accident, highness." replying through clenched teeth and unconcealed rage, as much for the callous way the Emperor was dismissing the moment, as for the one who had perpetrated it, "It was a female highness, shall I make preparations to welcome our soon to be guest?"
Again utterly dismissing the attendant and almost erupting with genuine warmth and excitement, "Yes, let on that I may want an explanation, but nothing more. After all I trusted him with apparently 13-15k of my humans, he MUST be worth listening to, yes?"
Laughing, "yep, sounds about right your brilliance"
First laughing along and then changing tone and flying into a rage, "WHY ARE YOU STILL HERE!?!, DON'T MOCK ME, I AM BRILLIANCE, DOG! GET THE FUCK OUT and BRING, ME, A TOY!, NOW GO, GO, GO. Bring me a toy a very very dumb one, one I allow to call himself Samael" Having ended on a quieter note, almost snakelike, his attendant smiled and hurried out of the Emperors reclining hall as the Emperor sat with a fixed stare, as he always did when he was hating himself into a rage.
"STEAL FROM ME WILL YOU!" he screamed into the now empty space, echoing off of the roughly hewn but bare and elegant marble walls.
After a time, occasionally even shivering slightly with rage and talking to himself with a closed mouth; "DEFY ME!!, DEFY ME!!!" He screamed and slammed his fist down on a large pentagonal button with a finely carved wooden table all to itself, built around the button it seemed. On the exquisite ebony button was laid in ruby the head of a stylized bull, proud, strong; this of course meant that a human would be brought to him, to have. Satisfy his rage temporarily by savoring the emotional rollercoaster and decent into whatever he wanted that he was about to inflict, on a human that had woken that morning to what it had thought to be a normal day of chores around the palace. He chuckled, amusing himself with the anticipation as much as an "Emperor of Vampires" such as himself could. The human stepped into the room, expecting to receive an order or job, and instead he said to her;
"As it turns out dear..." and he paused....
"Yes your Eminence? Averting her eyes and seeming almost to enjoy his attention for the moment, she gestured an offer from the implanted arterial spigots sunken into the fleshy bit on the inside of the upper arm between the biceps and the triceps muscles.
Recognizing her perfect execution of the conditioning, that to her understanding 'guaranteed' her safety, he subtly changed his demeanor seeming friendly, almost fatherly, and spoke to her, "You are beautiful". He lingered on the words as though they were truly meant for her and for her benefit, he could feel her nuzzle into him confidently across the expanse of floor of perfectly set semi precious and precious stones, polished to a brilliant glassy mosaic of opulence, human blood in the form of vampire luxury. He paused and then shifting again with a cold playful smile said; "You, were born into the wrong life."
As he began to speak, her stomach dropped and simultaneously her eyes were wide stricken and frozen with terror; had she not just visited the ladies room, her loss of control would have been more than searing trickle.
As the Emperor closed the thirty foot distance leaping through the air to his now perfectly seasoned prey, perfect innocence in its full virginal terror, he imagined the sweet invigoration he was about to receive from what must be, his world.
In slow motion the girl felt the terror grow less as the vampire closed with her; he felt her, she was the perfect prey. To the layers of innocence and terror, her body almost reflexively added an invitation, a subtle temptation, a last defence; pleading with her own terror to let her live offering herself fully.
Amused at an offer of what was already his, he savored the finality of such a thinly veiled and desperate attempt to appease him, and sank his teeth into her smooth fragrant neck firmly. Pulling his mouth from her throat one of the holes spurted a pulse of blood thickly across the chamber. Swimming in his own monstrosity he said "I love youth" with a mouth so vulgar and dripping with blood as to be satisfying to a vampire's senses. Watching her blood continue to spurt from her and tasting all of her beauty on his tongue and down his satisfied gullet, he thought aloud, "...and I love the taste of withering hope, best of all"
Feeling her failing life oscillate between hope and despair he went about his meal careful to catch every wave until they stopped.