OKC Nights: New Moon
Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2012 11:22 pm
::The crowd was not as large as it had been the previous year, but it was quite large for a crowd of it's kind. Many hundreds of people, most of them citizens of Oklahoma City, but a significant number of them pilgrims from afar. A small group of them had come from various parts of Europe as well, and whose presence the local news reporters had noted rather strongly. Young and old, rich and poor, all manner of people had gathered. They had come together on this night of all nights, to memorialize the death of Billy Graham, twenty years ago. In previous years, this had merely been a candlelight vigil, but this year, a speaker was planned. Artemis Faust, President of the Oklahoma City Foundation, would be making a rarefied appearance tonight.::
::Mr Faust appeared at the stage dressed in all black, elegant yet simple garb, with his obviously Teutonic features highlighted starkly by the sea of lit candles that stretched before him. The acapella spiritual singing dwindled down as the man commanded the attention of the crowd in silence and without moving. A muffled thud invoked his microphone.::
"Fellow faithful, tonight we gather to remember a great man, a man of god, a man of vision, a man of character. We remember his presence, his power, his inner voice, his dedication, and above all, his faith. And we gather here to remind ourselves and each other of how much he was loved, but more importantly, we reflect on what his life meant, and what his death meant. Billy Graham lived as he believed, in pursuit of the highest ideals, the most pure dedication to his cause, and the truest faith of all. And in his passing on to heaven, to sit with the father, we take up his mantle, each of us, in remembering him, how he lived, and what it was he wanted for the world. We stand here together by candlelight, to say, not only that we remember Billy Graham, but that we stand united against those forces of darkness that he so doggedly fought himself. We deny passage to any dark spirit or dark influence, we force the devil away with our faith! Not in our city, not in my city! We declare Domain over this city, and those corrupt elements that sneak and slide and prey on us are banished! Let them fly from this place with all speed, lest the full measure of our faith be levied against them. Let us pray."
::High above the crowd, from the aging buttresses of a towering edifice of an old church, two lone figures watched in secret, as the crowd prayed out loud. Even many hundreds of feet from the crowd and security, they spoke in subdued voices, and kept their profiles below that of the gargoyles behind them.::
"Did you find out what the word means?"
"I did, Mr. Slug, but my source was not very forthcoming."
"Well, what does it mean?"
"It means nothing, it is but a name. The name is of his clan. Like your breeds."
"And? Is that it?"
"They are tightly regimented, they have a fortress not far from here, and they can work magic of sorts."
"Was your contact's master able to shed any more light?"
"Mr. Slug, you forget yourself. I have aided you and your kind, however extinct it appears you are about to be, because my master is interested in seeing these events change course. My contact owes me favors, and I owe you none, not after the trouble I helped you out of just a few months past. You owe me favors for information such as this, and I suggest you keep that in mind in the coming nights."
"You're correct of course, Sampson, I owe you." ::Mr Slug grimaced as he choked the words out.::
"Mr. Slug, my contact's master is not in such a state to directly answer questions, however, my contact was. Julia had a message to relate, I do not know if it comes from her master or not."
"What is the message?"
"They are legion. They number over 300. They are the Tremere, and this city is theirs now."
"Prince Precious resigns her post? She concedes defeat?"
"She can do little to defend her claim from the throes of Torpor, in her secret chambers beneath the city. She sleeps in the depths, awaiting the time for her to return。She commands sanity and darkness, sees the future, and has known times beyond memory. If she could influence events now, then she already has, and cannot do more."
::Mr Slug was silent. Sampson softened his tone when he broke the silence again.::
"What will your people do? My master, whose will I represent, wishes to know."
::Mr Slug paused for what seemed like an eternity before answering.::
"We will summon the Guthrie Vampires back to Oklahoma City. Our hope now lies with them."
::Mr Faust appeared at the stage dressed in all black, elegant yet simple garb, with his obviously Teutonic features highlighted starkly by the sea of lit candles that stretched before him. The acapella spiritual singing dwindled down as the man commanded the attention of the crowd in silence and without moving. A muffled thud invoked his microphone.::
"Fellow faithful, tonight we gather to remember a great man, a man of god, a man of vision, a man of character. We remember his presence, his power, his inner voice, his dedication, and above all, his faith. And we gather here to remind ourselves and each other of how much he was loved, but more importantly, we reflect on what his life meant, and what his death meant. Billy Graham lived as he believed, in pursuit of the highest ideals, the most pure dedication to his cause, and the truest faith of all. And in his passing on to heaven, to sit with the father, we take up his mantle, each of us, in remembering him, how he lived, and what it was he wanted for the world. We stand here together by candlelight, to say, not only that we remember Billy Graham, but that we stand united against those forces of darkness that he so doggedly fought himself. We deny passage to any dark spirit or dark influence, we force the devil away with our faith! Not in our city, not in my city! We declare Domain over this city, and those corrupt elements that sneak and slide and prey on us are banished! Let them fly from this place with all speed, lest the full measure of our faith be levied against them. Let us pray."
::High above the crowd, from the aging buttresses of a towering edifice of an old church, two lone figures watched in secret, as the crowd prayed out loud. Even many hundreds of feet from the crowd and security, they spoke in subdued voices, and kept their profiles below that of the gargoyles behind them.::
"Did you find out what the word means?"
"I did, Mr. Slug, but my source was not very forthcoming."
"Well, what does it mean?"
"It means nothing, it is but a name. The name is of his clan. Like your breeds."
"And? Is that it?"
"They are tightly regimented, they have a fortress not far from here, and they can work magic of sorts."
"Was your contact's master able to shed any more light?"
"Mr. Slug, you forget yourself. I have aided you and your kind, however extinct it appears you are about to be, because my master is interested in seeing these events change course. My contact owes me favors, and I owe you none, not after the trouble I helped you out of just a few months past. You owe me favors for information such as this, and I suggest you keep that in mind in the coming nights."
"You're correct of course, Sampson, I owe you." ::Mr Slug grimaced as he choked the words out.::
"Mr. Slug, my contact's master is not in such a state to directly answer questions, however, my contact was. Julia had a message to relate, I do not know if it comes from her master or not."
"What is the message?"
"They are legion. They number over 300. They are the Tremere, and this city is theirs now."
"Prince Precious resigns her post? She concedes defeat?"
"She can do little to defend her claim from the throes of Torpor, in her secret chambers beneath the city. She sleeps in the depths, awaiting the time for her to return。She commands sanity and darkness, sees the future, and has known times beyond memory. If she could influence events now, then she already has, and cannot do more."
::Mr Slug was silent. Sampson softened his tone when he broke the silence again.::
"What will your people do? My master, whose will I represent, wishes to know."
::Mr Slug paused for what seemed like an eternity before answering.::
"We will summon the Guthrie Vampires back to Oklahoma City. Our hope now lies with them."