wanna play?

she's gone

Sun, 22 Jun 2008 04:54:39 GMT

Note: all entries are transcribed from my audio recorder on open computers with power then onto a flash drive to be posted when the net comes back up.

I dont know what i expected to find here. I'm standing in what used to be my parents house, now its just a empty tomb. i found my mother....she's gone. Im glad she died without being turned but...(sounds of subdued crying then a sniffle) I can hear dallas in the pantry looking for canned food. We have to always be within earshot of one another. There was a instance in the woods on the way here when we got seperated. We both agreed it wouldnt happen again.
Thats how people die in these situations i suppose. (deep breath) After we finish here we're gonna raid my brothers trailer which is right next door. I hope he's dead because this probably would have pushed him over the edge. If he's alive we have just as good a chance at being blown in half by one of his many guns or bombs. He was a crazy ex-con survivalist with alcoholism and paranoia with a good dose of racism thrown in. But he had tools and weapons we can use as well as plenty of survival gear and books. Then i'm gonna bury my mother.

dead man walking

Wed, 18 Jun 2008 05:35:12 GMT

Note: all entries are transcribed from my audio recorder on open computers with power then onto a flash drive to be posted when the net comes back up.

(whispered voice)
As i sit here i'm covered in blood, dirt, sweat, and a obscene smell of vomit. It's night and according to my watch it's about one o'clock in the morning on june 15th. Its only been two days since i killed my first zombie. I dont like that word so much anymore. It makes it all seem so much less believeable even in my mind. I'm currently hiding with several other people in my apartment. i've talked to dallas, i'm leaving tommorrow morning. i hope he comes with me. we havent seen brooke since all this shit went down and he's positive she's still alive and that she's gonna come back here. He's holding on to false hope in my opinion. Hope is nessisary now but false hope is deadly. Everyone else is positive that the military will eventually come to rescue us but i'm unsure. i gave them two days. two whole days if the military was gonna do anything they would have already started. hell we should have at least heard something more then moaning and screaming and the occasional distant explosion. i'm taking bare minimum of supplies. i'm even leaving my sword. its to bulky and heavy. just my hammer and hopefully i can get a baseball bat somewhere. my sleeping bag some food my survival book and a few other odds and ends. enough so that if i have to ditch the truck (which i probably will) i wont have a problem hiking it. i'm leaving my house keys with Will, him and his girl will be fine here at least for a while i hope. I know i'm not coming back here unless its all over. (muttering in background) ok my times up gonna try to get some sleep and let someone else stand look out.

end of the world zombie style

Mon, 16 Jun 2008 07:42:29 GMT

Note: all entries are transcribed from my audio recorder on open computers with power then onto a flash drive to be posted when the net comes back up.

It started on my 25th birthday june 11th 2008. I blame myself sometimes because i had had a bad day and when i blew out my candles my wish was for a zombie apocalypse. Not a normal wish, i understand this, but i'd had a obsession that even my closest friends had questioned for years prior to this date. I called myself a zombie apocalypse survivalist because it was my hobby to look into this macabre although seemingly unrealistic eventuality. I was in my own opinion ready for the day the undead would walk the earth and consume the flesh of the living. I made plans kept supplies and weapons ready for any situation i could come up with. I would jokingly tell my loved ones that i'd try to save them but if they got bit i'd kill them without hesitation.....i only kept some of those promises. Just for background information i wasnt an athletic guy or especially skilled in anything. I was only a 140lb nerd with severe astigmatism and i worked at a video game store in the local mall. Wilmington NC was where i lived in a small two bedroom apartment with my room-mate dallas and his pregnant girlfriend brooke.

Then the day that changed the world, friday june 13th. I had heard of slight problems in major cities with riots the day between my birthday and that friday. i didnt piece it all together until the 13th because i didnt really believe in watching the news and the spin that mass media put on things. now i wish i had, because if i had that extra day...things might have ended better for my family and friends.

i crave brains

Mon, 16 Jun 2008 06:11:31 GMT

so i missed out on "blog like its the end of the world" but i really liked the idea. so i think i'm gonna write when ever i feel like it about my "survival" of a zombie apocolypse.

next time on bash's wild ride of death... the end of the world! Zombie style!

Thu, 12 Jun 2008 02:02:01 GMT

my faulty car and my inabilty to remember to grab my phone has made me feel like a jackass on my birthday. that about sums up my 25th birthday. and i'm hungery. everybody says its ok but i still feel like a jackass.

new phone

Sat, 31 May 2008 06:01:18 GMT

# is as follows 910 620 9578

quitting time

Sun, 18 May 2008 02:50:40 GMT

its been a year and a half at game stop...my usual limit is 8 months....i'm finding a new job....this one is once again taking from me more then i'm willing to give to a corperation that eats souls. its killing my love of video games. its a hassle dealing with other managment that thinks i'm not "managment material" and finally i can count. i count things double most of the time and somehow money seems to be being misplaced or being counted wrong by other people and then i'm getting the blame. so i done. not gonna fight for a job i dont really want. i'm putting in my resume other places

dark and cold

Mon, 12 May 2008 08:47:15 GMT

i miss the warmth really. the comfort of being wanted. my apartment can be quite cold and lonely sometimes. compound upon this that i only seem to hang out with couples, oh and that my little brother is getting married in oct. and that my room mate just found out last night he's gonna be a dad. what am i doing wrong...that was the wrong word. i know i'm not doing anything wrong so much as not getting what would make me happy. and yeah sure i've read a few books on zen so i kinda just tell myself to enjoy the moment no matter if its a good moment or otherwise but its damn hard to be at peace with yourself when your cold and lonely. watching donnie darko probably didnt help either. its just a dread of crawling into my bed is developing. i want to over come this fear but really....its not easy to face the crushing defeat that the world can pour in on you at times. i didnt write this for sympathy which is why you cant comment. i wrote it as a step in the direction of defeating the cold scaly monster i call fear. its hiding in my empty bed right now. oh and as a side note i also realized i have no best friend. friends yes...good and close friends yes ...wise friends yes but no best friend. oh and i had a dream not to long ago that i actually remembered. which is a big thing for me i havent really had a vivid dream that i could remember in a very long time. this one seemed so real that i was convinced it was real and it was damn depressing when i woke up...so depressing in fact that i cried. well i suppose thats enough wallowing in self pity that i can possibly stand at the moment. goodnight and good luck to you all at facing what scares you in the dark.

......hmmmm

Wed, 07 May 2008 19:55:54 GMT

i'm single again.....hmmmmmm

Fri, 14 Mar 2008 01:44:29 GMT

so i have started a gaiming group and i am the ST....its frickin hard. so yeah in the first actual day the players have beaten up a innocent man and assulted his mother (because he wouldnt let them dig in his backyard at 10 pm oh and his brother had just had his arm torn off at a family picnic in said backyard...unlucky family huh?). we're playing the white wolf game scion which from a player stand point is easy and fun if albeit overpowered; which i knew. what i didnt know (maybe this is just me as a first time ST) is that these books are hard to understand rules wise they contradict each other they lack adaquit stats for some monsters/titan spawn and finally they give very little in ideas (or how to impliment your own ideas). but its worth it because they players...all the players were happy at the end of the night and wanted more. as to the story i'm running for them its basically the base story the give in the back of the book but with lots of little tweeks to make it my own. The characters are working security for a convention of their parents (who happen to be gods if you didnt know what scion was) and lots of problems arise from that. things that i'm doing differently from the outlined story include a mastermind ghost scion, a troupe of evil cultist preformance artists and a trial of the gods. nothing much huh? yeah i probably should have held back on my first time round but i gotta reach for the stars. besides they said they wanted a good plot.

found my life jacket, you got yours?

Sun, 10 Feb 2008 07:34:58 GMT

after re-reading that last post...yeah even i was confused. i've found a place to live and hopefully it's all gonna go over smoothly. the lease is signed and everythings seemingly ok. the personal relationship problems i was having seem to be handled for now. i'm hoping to get a gaming group started within the next month (need to get books/computer set up as well as a table to play at) now if i can find enough money to pay for smokes and gas for the next week i'll survive. i like being strong and weak. oh by the way i think i'm gonna go buddhist so if anyone out there wants to help me learn about said doctrine send websites or book titles. i hope all of you are fairing well and if not find the surface of the water soon enough.
-sebastian

not homeless but single

Sat, 09 Feb 2008 03:07:23 GMT

i'm happy and unhappy shoot me
just when things are good their not but when in doubt consider this "if only"s are bad but the reality of truth hurts but it hurts so good

Sat, 12 Jan 2008 02:07:47 GMT

think i've found a place to live ::fingers crosses:: hope to send presents to you guys soon (yes desi that includes the wii points i owe you :) and i miss everybody
Sabbie

bears letter home

Fri, 02 Mar 2007 06:49:18 GMT

Hey Momma,
I'm guessing lots of government type people have been chatt'n you up about me recently. Tellin you all sorts of nasty things about me, hows I'm a terrorist and all; but I'm here to tell you they got it all wrong. The job I got in seattle wasnt as great as I told you, but it wasnt as bad as they are makin it out to seem either.
I want you to understand that I havent lost it and that I'm still fightin the good fight, for god and america but sometimes these government types get a notion in their heads thats just plain stupid. Anyways I'm in a bit of a tight spot right now but I dont want you to worry about me, I'm doin fine and when things get back to normal I'll be home to see you and the rest of the family. I know that you wanna know where I'm at right now but I'm bettin you that someone other then you is readin' this as well and if I'm right then it wouldnt make much sense in just tellin them what I'm trying so hard not to let them find out. I'm not gonna lie to you momma you know I'm in trouble and I know I'm in trouble but I also remember dad tellin me that when I get into trouble I should do what I think is right and damn what happens later. I also remeber him telling me that if a fight starts I should end it and thats exactly what I'm doin momma.
Tell the family I love them and that I'm doin' fine.
I love you momma.
Bear

Spider or Fly?

Sun, 27 Aug 2006 21:07:26 GMT

Will you walk into my parlour?" said the Spider to the Fly,
'Tis the prettiest little parlour that ever you did spy;
The way into my parlour is up a winding stair,
And I've a many curious things to shew when you are there."
Oh no, no," said the little Fly, "to ask me is in vain,
For who goes up your winding stair can ne'er come down again."
A simple rhyme has made me think deeply about the part I play in this grand scheme of undeath. Am I the spider in this poem? Am I the fly? Or do I play both roles at different times? I am a priest. I am a predator. I read somewhere that a spider is a perfect predator as much are the kindred. Spiders are a very unique breed of life. The similarities between spiders and kindred are in my opinion numerous. Each type of spiders hunts and kills in different fashions depending on their inherent abilities much like we do. Another interesting comparison is our shared love of drinking from our victims. A spider goes through three stages of life which when looked upon closely can be compared to our three stages of life. And then you have the most obvious relationship which are our fangs. They serve a slightly different purpose but they are there.
But I am also feeling an affinity towards the fly, for a radically different reason. I feel that the fly is being pulled by a force that is useless to battle because I am being used by something for a purpose that I have little control over. I believe many other kindred feel the same because they relish the predator side of undeath to help ignore the pawn aspect of it.
This conundrum bothers me but I have a appointment to keep with the coterie so I will speak more on this matter at a later date.
-Ryan

OOC

Sat, 26 Aug 2006 16:38:46 GMT

i'm gonna help make a web comic (i'm the guy who gets to come up with the plot)! its about a zombie detective "Johnny Dead Private Eye" when it comes down to finding out whats going on in Darkside he's the man...er...undead to call. Darkside is a town thats got a very unusual underbelly of crime. Its where werewolves, vampires, zombies and other creepy monsters of the night make their homes unbeknownst to the mortals; well they try at least. Other possible characters include a werewolf named frank, a vampiress named petunia, a mortition named cindy, and a dead cat named buckie. wish me luck
-sebastian

More on Faith

Wed, 23 Aug 2006 23:29:18 GMT

When I was a boy and I saw the local priest I saw a man filled with unquestionable faith in god. That is the ideal that must make myself live up to; as one would think any mortal would have doubts. As a kindred though, one would think it is even easier to have faith in god or at least some higher power. I mean what other force could stave off death for our kind if not a god? However my faith is lacking. What god would do this to one of his children? Certainly not the god I was raised to believe in is this sadistic. I have done the research I know of the many beliefs that populate this tiny world; I know of gods that might have visited this punishment on man. I wish I could say that this curse was a accident but the god I believe in makes no mistakes. I wish I console myself with the thought of its fate but the god I believe in gave man free will. I wish I could say this is the work of the devil but I can not think that my unlife is in the service of the beast. Since I brought the beast into this I should tell you that I fight the beast on a nightly basis, inside my body dwells a animalistic nature that struggles constantly. It is the part of me that I truly believe is owned by a force of evil. In dealing with this beast I grow weak both in spirit and control. It is growing late and the time to sleep is upon me. I apologize for this but it is another weakness that I have had to deal with.
Peace be with us all
-Ryan

Faith and Coterie

Tue, 22 Aug 2006 23:55:57 GMT

In undeath I must wonder if in fact I still have my soul or if I merely have a mind to operate this body. Most vampires consider this question important but I feel that it weighs more heavily on my mind for many reasons. My faith in the one true god has been shaken since that night in the hospital, when I was turned from the path of light to this shade of life. I joined the sanctum when I learned of it in the hopes of preserving my faith but it has only seemed to slow my decline into the devils arms. My congregation acts as if they believe the words of god but how am I supposed to trust a flock of creatures who do the devils work? The only kindred that I truly trust are my Coterie. Why are they different I ask myself? Daniel is constantly living in sin, Natasha is a heathen in most respects, Keith is a thief, and even the company we keep is highly questionable. Lennon, a personal friend of Daniel’s, seems to be a servant of his fear and wraith. Last night we even joined on the side of a werewolf and killed (by accident I am told) two innocents in a battle. Luckily we were able to save the two children before they bled to death. The only one I feel totally comfortable with is Vincent, the Englishman; he seems to act the most human in the group. However to completely contradict our obvious flaws they seem to do the work of god. We have stopped many evil doers in the past several months including, bank robbers, zombies, and an evil deacon. For some reason our motley group has made me believe there is hope for us yet.
When I said Daniel is living in sin I probably should have used the more common and modern phrase of ”being a homo turning tricks”. I heard that expression somewhere maybe on Music TeleVision (I was trying to reach the more youthful members of our kind). He really does have a good heart; well that might possibly be an incorrect phrase as well, as undead none of us have good hearts. But that’s beside the point, Daniel has qualities that not only make him useful to the group, he also has more human qualities. For example he has risked his life for our work on several occasions not to mention last night he played a major role in saving the two children.
Natasha might not worship god but I believe she is in his army. She is our lead investigator in my opinion; without her we would have lost our way many times. I actually met her when I was handling an artifact for the sanctum and had to hire her and Vincent to ascertain that it wasn’t a fake. Since that time I have come to the conclusion that she is truly out to help the world, instead of drain it dry like some of our kind tries to do.
Keith…well Keith and I do not see eye to eye and with his actions last night I have grown wary of him; and I doubt that I ever will see him as a true member of our group. I know very little of Keith but his actions speak loudly of violence and theft and I hope with as many good influences as he has around him he can turn his unlife towards the greater good.
The group has many flaws and I include myself in this statement because I have fallen several times as well; but we also strive to make this world a better place.
Go with god
-Ryan

sermon

Thu, 17 Aug 2006 01:38:06 GMT

Sept. 18th , 2001
"I will sweep away everything in all your land," says the LORD. "I will sweep away both people and animals alike. Even the birds of the air and the fish in the sea will die. I will reduce the wicked to heaps of rubble, along with the rest of humanity," says the LORD. "I will crush Judah and Jerusalem with my fist and destroy every last trace of their Baal worship. I will put an end to all the idolatrous priests, so that even the memory of them will disappear. For they go up to their roofs and bow to the sun, moon, and stars. They claim to follow the LORD, but then they worship Molech, too. So now I will destroy them! And I will destroy those who used to worship me but now no longer do. They no longer ask for the LORD's guidance or seek my blessings." (Zephaniah 1:2-6 NLT)

God spoke those words my children. He spoke them to the world; to mortals and kindred alike. And yet those words still fell on deaf ears. There are yet those that have heard the words of god and turned their back. Even after their rebirth some of our brother and sister kindred have turned their backs to the one true god. If that is not enough, they have whispered their lies and spread the virus that they deem fit to call true religion. The ones I speak of call themselves the Circle of the Crone. God speaks of idolatrous priests and how he will put an end to them. Should we not, as warriors of god, try to teach them the wrongness of their ways and save them? Should we not battle them and show them the righteousness of God? We should make them cower in their holes because as warriors of god we do his work. God speaks of crushing Baal worship and destroying those who have turned their backs to him. God speaks of reducing the wicked to heaps of rubble. God’s word is law to a true believer. Are you a true believer? I hope you are my children. I plan on showing these kindred the righteousness of god and if they fail to see the truth then I will eradicate these blasphemers in the name of god.

Let us contemplate the words of god

sermon

Tue, 15 Aug 2006 01:29:41 GMT

Meanwhile, the LORD instructed one of the group of prophets to say to another man, "Strike me!" But the man refused to strike the prophet. Then the prophet told him, "Because you have not obeyed the voice of the LORD, a lion will kill you as soon as you leave me." And sure enough, when he had gone, a lion attacked and killed him. (1 Kings 20:35-36 NLT)

We are the lions of god. God has bestowed us with powers and responsibility far beyond any mortal. Kindred are his true chosen. We are the sheep dogs that nip at the ankles of his flock, warning them of the evil that lies beyond. You notice the differences in my physical body; I chose this form to better represent the strength that I possess. To be a lion in the service of god requires us to actively seek out true evil and crush it without mercy. To be a lion in the service of god requires us to find true faithful and guide them leading them towards the face of god. I ask you all to uncompromisingly work towards the betterment of all mortals. I ask you all to rise above the temptations of this world and be kindred, not vampires. I ask no more of you then god does. We are all children of god. Every species on this planet has been given a place by god in his order. We as kindred are no different and we should use our gifts to serve god.

Let us pray

Silent One

Sun, 13 Aug 2006 03:42:43 GMT

If this is to be a chronicle of my life, I suppose it needs to have a proper beginning. I came into this world followed closely by my twin brother. Our mother, Silken Rose of Dusk, died while giving birth to us so I suppose that’s why our father treated us more like soldiers then sons. However the fact that my father, Swift Hand of the Sea, never showed me real affection is not important to the story at hand the fact that he was my father is.
My father expected so much from us from the day we were born; it shows in the names he chose for us. To me he gave the name Prince of Steel and Sapphire while my brother received the name of Prince of Onyx and Copper. Since he himself was a dragon blooded exalted of the House Iselsi why would his two sons not be? We lived in one of the few towns that still some what accepted the house of Iselsi. The town of Noble sits on the southeastern shore of the blessed isle and there is where I was educated.
My father had me trained as an assassin for the All Seeing Eye, while my brother gained experience in all matters of academics so as to serve as one of the eye’s spies or informants. I barely saw my father growing up and my brother was constantly sequestered in some dusty tomb of a library. I went through years of training with a bow and the seven sectioned staff; from the age I could walk I was training in the style of the snake. It was a high pressure situation for a boy less then ten years old and so my temper grew to match my physical abilities. My teachers constantly scolded me for my temperament but they could not deny I was of unequaled caliber as a student of the arts of stealth and the bow.
Then the day came when my brother was chosen by one of the elemental dragons. I didn’t see it personally but I heard it was a great sight; water seemingly appearing out of nowhere and ruining an entire section of the library. After that every time I saw my father my brother was at his side; so I tried even harder, I tried to make the elemental dragons see me, to choose me as they had my brother. They never did choose me; maybe they knew what was in store for me. Mayhap those cursed dragons were scared of what I would do with any gift they gave me; maybe they regret their choice now.
At the age of seventeen my father gave up hope that I would ever exalt and sent me across the sea to Paragon. He told me it was to watch over the actions of the officials in the area and make sure that they were loyal to the realm but now I know it was just to get me out of his way; out of my brother’s way.
I didn’t mind at the time and actually enjoyed making a home for myself in Paragon. I also truly began to come to the realization I was never going to become what I was trained my whole life to transform into. While it was difficult to adjust to the facts, I wasn’t angry so much as lost. That’s when I met him, Ivory River.

Artistic Philosopher

Sat, 12 Aug 2006 02:36:35 GMT

Air
-8 Earth, 10 Air, 3 Fire, -5 Water

You have one of the seven Air personalities. This group thrives on creativity, originality, and imagination. Some people venture outside the box on occasion, but you would rather live outside the box as much as possible and only deal with the box at all when dissimilar types of people require it. If you were a doctor and everyone were trying to treat patients suffering from Small Pox, you'd be off doing something goofy like spinning jars full of cow's blood around your head. Imagine.

OKC won't let me list all 52 categories, so I've had to bundle seven categories into one here. Take a look at your score to find the exact category that applies to you below, then find the blurb about the category the most suits you father below. Remember that the subcategories listed here assume you already had the scores to put you on this page, so don't try to use the subcategories on someone else's page. High is +5&up, Low is minus 5&down.

Air High, Earth&Fire Low: Artistic Playmate

Air High, Earth&Water Low: Artistic Philosopher

Air High, Fire&Water Low: Artistic Inventor

Air High, Earth Low: Visionary

Air High, Water Low: Creator

Air High, Fire Low: Bohemian

Air High, nothing Low: Pure Air

Artistic Inventor
You have a creative streak a mile wide, and once you've conceived of something you want to build it. You do have a tendency to expand or change a project once started, and have been known to jump to a new project before finishing the old one. You aren't a flake, but you can see how someone would think so if they only saw you on a bad day. The stability of your relationships depend a lot on how the other person can accomodate your projects and respect your talents.

Artistic Philosopher
You like to get things right, but you really like to get things cool. You come up with lots of cool ideas, images, and the like. When you get focused on the details, you can be very precise about how you want things. Moving from one project to another is very fluent for you. In general your projects have more to do with expression than with engineering; with ideas than with the physical. Your deepest connections to other people tend to center around the creative, intellectual parts of your life.

Artistic Playmate
You really like to make things fun. Your creativity is at the center of your personality, and it tends to get channeled towards connections with other people. You don't build physical things so much as relationships and cool ideas for things to do. Getting hung up on the details of what is exactly correct about how you approach things isn't your style. If it is cool and fun then that is what matters. You can sometimes put a lot of imporatance on other people's opinions of your ideas and trust their opinions as much or more than your own.

Bohemian
Concepts like right and wrong or even correct and incorrect are just impediments to slow down the free flow of ideas and emotions, as far as you are concerned. Life should be about making cool stuff and doing cool stuff, not about worrying. Relationships with other people are a fluid thing for you. There are some people you seem to stick around forever, and others who pass by with hardly a trace. Of course, "forever" is a relative term. Sometimes a year is forever.

Creator
You like to improve on what has gone before. Merely following a good answer someone else made isn't your ideal situation. You want to have some part of the idea be your own, and you want the result to be right and really work. Purely abstract ideas and visions aren't enough for you. Given the choice between being praised for mediocre work versus doing excellent work that isn't noticed, you would rather do things right. You are happier when you get to change things in important ways.

Pure Air
Creativity is the dead solid center of your personality. You can have relationships with people who aren't creative themselves, but not with people who try to stiffle your imagination and fit you into some mold. The relative importance of making your ideas real versus getting your ideas right versus showing your ideas to others are all fairly balanced in your personality. Conformity isn't your forte. Even when you try to fit in, you want to do it in a special way.

Visionary
You are the visionary, and you aren't just another creative person with lots of ideas. You want to get those ideas right and to share them with others. You work best when there are other people to handle some of the details and/or labor of making your idea real, and you tend to ruminate or become unfocused when isolated from others. Incorporating ideas from others into your vision is a worthwhile skill for a visionary, but not one that all visionaries share. Dealing with people who do not try to understand or appreciate the big picture is a major point of frustration for you.

Interested in other categories? Try these links.

Negative
Water
Fire
Air
Earth
Steam
Mist
Smoke
Mud
Ember
Dust

Like this test? Try The Virtues of the Avatar

My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:

You scored higher than 99% on Earth
You scored higher than 99% on Air
You scored higher than 99% on Fire
You scored higher than 99% on Water

Link: The Elemental Test written by D_Vorsay on OkCupid, home of the 32-Type Dating Test

Father Ryan

Wed, 09 Aug 2006 02:48:53 GMT

Sacraments of the Order of Longinus
Written by Father Patrick Ryan
The Five Sacraments
I. Baptism
II. Penance
III. Eucharist
IV. Confirmation
V. Holy Orders
Sacrament of Baptism
Baptism is the sacrament that frees kindred from the sin of their birth and from personal guilt, which makes him a member of Longinus’s order. Anointing the head with mortal blood in the sign of the cross is the most common way. It is thus the door to a new and supernatural life.
Sacrament of Penance
As to Penance. If the Order is to fulfill in it’s entirely the task of saving mankind it needs the power to sway mortals away from sin. It is a power essentially different from the mission to preach the word of Longinus or baptize. In baptism, indeed all sins and the punishment due to them are remitted. Baptism is the first justification. But the first justification is also the first entry into the realm of the supernatural which works entirely by God's judgment and which asks of the vampire baptized no more than that he turn away from sin and turn in faith to God.
Penance is something different. A baptized kindred who sins (or knowingly lets a mortal break one of the commandments) after pledging himself into gods service sins against God. He also betrays the Order of which he is now a member. Thus, the new atonement assumes the character of a trial, with accusation, sentence and satisfaction.
Sacrament of the Eucharist
The doctrine of the Eucharist consist of that of the Eucharist sacrifice, the sacrificial meal, and the sacrificial food, or to express it otherwise, it consists of the doctrine of the Mass, of Communion, and of the Real Presence. There is no presence of god in the Blessed Sacrament that is not meant first and foremost as food for the faithful people, and there is no sacramental union with god in Communion that is not to be thought of as a sacrificial meal.The Eucharistic meal can only be prepared in the sacrifice of the Mass.
Sacrament of Confirmation
The sacrament of confirmation completes the sacrament of baptism. If baptism is the sacrament of re-birth to a new and supernatural life, confirmation is the sacrament of maturity and mastering the beast.
This confirmation in the power of god leading to a firm profession of faith has always been the desired effect which the Order has ascribed to the sacrament. It is effect which complements and completes that of baptism.
Sacrament of Holy Orders
As to Orders. The supreme task which Longinus had to fulfill was his priestly work of atonement which he completed as mediator between God and kindred. As a wolf from among men, Longinus is our mediator with God; yet he is also capable of offering a worthy purpose for kindred to fulfill to God. In this fullest sense, the priesthood belongs to Longinus alone, with God playing as the hidden spring that fills the river.

But if Longinus wished to truely affect the world and continue his work in building the order, the first thing he had to do was to provide the world with a functioning preisthood. Above all, if Longinus wished to steer as many mortals away from sin as possible then he had to take mortals into his priesthood. For if there is to be a true and lasting fear of sin, there must be a priesthood ordained and authorized by God from whose hands God will accept the sacrifice.

the silent one

Wed, 09 Aug 2006 02:04:51 GMT

The thunder and lighting battled across the darkened sky, I closed my eyes and listened to it for a moment, the rain dripped from the edge of my hood….one two three. I jumped, throwing my body 40 feet into the air; as I sailed upward I contemplated my current undertaking. My associate Infinite Treasure had sent me to explore the inside of General Rage’s mansion, hopefully finding a reason for his recent disappearance. I had agreed more easily then I normally would have for multiple reasons, first it was because the General was a dragon blooded and I despise those that carry the blood of elemental dragons in their veins, so angering him, let alone a chance to make him disappear for good was enough reason for me to break in. However there were other things “to sweeten the pie”, as my beloved used to say. In my line of work information is almost as good as a knife against someone’s throat so there was that as well. The general was the head of the military presence in the city of Lap so all sorts of wonderfully useful information could be lurking on his personal desk…oh not to mention his personal armory. As unlikely as it seems collecting interesting weapons and artifacts from the first age is a bit of a hobby for me.
Silently I dropped onto the top of the outer wall, a black shadow flitting across a black cloud. Then I was back on the ground and moving across the open area to an ornamental garden at a full run. I reached the cover of a willow tree and paused noting the positions of the guards stationed on the inner wall of the compound. As I counted down the precious moments until my next movement I relished every sound and feeling; I remember clearly the cool rain drops sliding down my blackened face and the muttering of the nearby guards. Then I was sprinting across another clearing and just as I had hoped the guards were all to happy to complain about the rain then actually look to their left and spot the almost invisible Anathema leaping the second wall in a single bound.
As I flew over the wall I contemplated what I had become in the last 4 years. A demon is what all the school children are taught to call those that are chosen by the Unconquered Sun, but Anathema is what I would be called if the Wyld Hunt catches me. I prefer the names that are long forgotten, a Solar Exalt or more specifically of me a Dagger from Heaven. I traded my meager existence four years ago for the one I have today and it was almost worth it…. almost.
Inside the second wall there was another short clearing before I reached the set of pavilion covered stairs that one of my men’s informants had told me about. I slipped over the railing and onto the stone flagons never taking my eyes off of the small fort like building at the top of the stairs. After the door at the top of the stairs I’d be on my own, I couldn’t find any type of information about the inside of the general’s personal quarters; and that excited me. Not an easy thing to do these days.
I walked up to the door and placed an ear to the outside crack, listening for voices.
Two men were on the other side muttering about the rain, I caught a clear snippet of the conversation and barely had enough time to throw myself against the wall to one side of the double doors before it opened. One of the two guards stepped out and looked around lighting a pipe as he was watched the storm rumble over Lap. I slipped in the cracked door checking to make sure the second guard had continued on with the patrol as he said he would before I entered the house proper.
As I made my way through various highly decorated rooms I noticed that the farther one traveled into the building the more Spartan it was furnished. In one particular room I noticed a large wall sized tapestry but the floor was worn in front of one particular section. With little work I was inside the room behind the drapery, and then I smiled. The room was strewn with weapons and armor of all types. It seemed to be a personal storage room for the general and the objects inside almost mesmerized me. I carefully examined a set of blue jade armor before I spotted two ebony handled jade short swords which I immediately strapped to my back. Over in the corner of the room I spotted a dire lance tipped in red jade; while dire spears never really interested me I thought it might make a nice present at some point. As I was leaving the room I notice an outline on the floor drawn in chalk; normally I would have brushed it off as a practice circle for training with the weapons in the room. The room was big enough for a training circle but I had a flash, as if from a past life, that made me think it was some sort of a magical containment for something powerful. After I made a mental note of the circle I carefully left the room proceeding to a different section of the house.
Making my way down a hall lined with doors I heard voices ahead of me so I quickly ducked into the nearest open door. With the door slightly cracked I listened as the two guards passed heading down the passage way. As I went to leave the room I heard the generals voice behind me; at that moment, I’ll admit it, I was taken by surprise.

Porthos the Pirate

Tue, 25 Jul 2006 16:04:10 GMT

In a almost forgotten world, on a island loved by rouges a baby was born. His mother gave him the name of Porthos and his father gave him nothing for he had run off with his true love the sea. In any other place in the world of Talislanta Porthos might have had a chance to grow up a honest man, as it was, he grew up a bastard on the island of Gao. Porthos was doomed from birth to a life as a pirate but blessed with a loving mother.