Moon Over Bourbon Street<br/>Something Wicked This Way Comes<br/>Tseng, Obrimos Scelesti<br/>Phintias Smith, Mastigos Scelesti<br/>Uriah Travers, Malkavian<br/>Jarod Salt, Lasombra<br/>Blood-flows-like-a-river, Black Spiral Dancer<br/>August 21st, 2005<br/>Somewhere in the Bayou<br/><br/>Campsites were a common sight in the Bayou, if you knew where to find dry land. Fishermen, gator hunters, and other such people were the typical such campers. But this campsite was unique in a dozen different ways. First among them was the fire was<em>green</em>. Second were the people who sat around that flame. The disparity of people and factions that they represented would boggle even the most analytical mind. But the one thing they did have in common was that they were all evil men.<br/><br/>But they had a common purpose, however vile that purpose may be.<br/><br/>“Why do you call us?” asked the werewolf, the tusks slurring his words. Metis deformities didn't bother the Black Spirals like they did with those of Gaia's warrors. To them it was a badge of the Wyrm's honor.<br/><br/>The unspoken leader of this particular circle of villians, merely sat staring into the fire, his legs crossed, one hand holding a plain ceramic cup of a reddish liquid that resembled blood but was far too thin to be, the other hand supported it as he lifted it to his lips and drank lightly.<br/><br/>“It is unseemly that we meet in such a manner as this.” said the tall sallow appearing man dressed in a three piece Armani suit. “To be caught by my peers asssociating with......”<br/><br/>“Your tone disturbs us. We thinks that you feel yourself superiors to us.” said the wild man known throughout the area as Uriah Travers. It was generally thought him one of those mad undead, but what was truly scary was the possibility that he might be one of those extremely rare and dangerous creatures called<em>Abomination</em>. The turning of a werewolf into a vampiric creature of unmitigated rage.<br/><br/>“Perhaps if you wouldn't be focusing on having a pissing contest amongst yourselves and wait, Tseng would provide us with some directions and answers as to why he's called us. We have less than a week until the Convergeance and in order for us to be in place to reap the benefits we must act in concert. Or the Unseen One will force It back into Slumber and we will have to expend even greater resources to attempt to rouse it from It's Slumber once more.” said the clean cut man who appeared to be the only normal one present, dressed in boots, blue jeans, and a long sleeve shirt (meant more to stave off the mosquitos than anything).<br/><br/>Suddenly the werewolf was in it's natural beast form, hoisting the smaller man up by his throat, growling unintelligible curses when suddenly a flash of light issued from the sitting man, sending the wolf-man flying.<br/><br/>“Phintias is right.” said Tseng as if the magic he had enacted was a trivial act, as if popping a zit on his forehead. “The Dragon moves subtly and swiftly. And his Claw is a vicious wiley creature that is as unpredicatable as her master. Hasty decisions will throw a century of planning out the window. And if that happens.... Death will be a merciful release from the agonies I will enact upon your mind, your soul, and your body before I use you as a Sacrifice to my Masters.”<br/><br/>The way he said it curbed any and all considerations of retaliation or bloody games. Tseng was a frightful individual who by his very nature was capable of things to give pause to even the Black Spiral Dancer, whose Tribe seemed to relish the most perverse and masochistic rites.<br/><br/>There number used to equal six, but the last had incurred Tseng's wrath and currently survived as a reminder. Her brains removed from her open skull and magic sustaining both the brain and the body, the blood lapped from her skull by the Apparition that was Tseng's<em>pet</em>as it used it's shadowy tentacles to violate the woman in ways that made Tentacle hentai look like Saturday morning cartoons.<br/><br/>“Tomorrow we begin to stir the pot. Blood, you will take some of your people to attack the Vampire Elysium. Make sure to create as many human casualties as you can, while killing as many vampires as you can. DO NOT Engage Law Enforcement. Jarod, you will have some of your sect attack a Werewolf Caern, leave a few survivors to tell the tale. Then Phintias will take his dark cabal to strip the Fae Hollow in the Ninth ward.” said Tseng absently as he looked down into his cup.<br/><br/>“And what of me?” asked Uriah.<br/><br/>“You? I have a singularly important task for you. Marie Laveau must die. Again.” said Tseng as he withdrew a cord wrapped stake. “Use this for the deed. To truly kill her, we must destroy her spirit as well as her  immortal coil.”<br/><br/>“But will that not rouse the Snakes? Jonas is perhaps the single most ancient power in this area. Marie is his favored Childe.” said Jarod quickly. “The Followers of Set are the single most powerful group in the area. Not even the Camarilla or the Sabbat wish to risk his ire.”<br/><br/>“You let me worry about dealing with that particular snake.” said Tseng calmly.<br/><br/>“And what of you? While we're out risking our necks, what will you be doing?” asked Uriah.<br/><br/>“I'm gonna find one of The Created in the area and I'm going to piss him off and hopefully aim him towards the Mage community. I don't care if it's Pentacle or Seers. Meanwhile, I'm going to release a few nasty Frankensteins of my own onto Bourbon Street to attract the military. With the city under Martial Law, the Dragon and his Claw will be hindered. Unable to move about the city quite so freely.” said Tseng as he took the kettle of his strange tea and poured the remaining contents into the bowl-like crevice of the aforementioned woman's skull, earning him a soul-wrenching scream of agony.<br/><br/>“We have one week to keep the various supernatural factions of this city at one another's throats. If we can accomplish that, Time will do the work we need it too. And victory will be ours.”