Post by san⋅guine on Jun 8, 2018 5:19:12 GMT
Birth of Tyrannus
The Chronicle of a Tyrant
In the time after the release of the Wyrm, there were a few who knew that the salvation of mankind lay in the stars. However, humanity's technology was only in the beginning stages of ever dreaming of colonization of another world. What was missing was the essential technology to recycle the oxygen aboard the ship, though all attempts thus far had ended in failure. Unbeknownst to the rest of the world, two men were hard at work upon this, T. Domitius Bernardus and Memphis Daniel King. The brilliant mind of Memphis King had already dabbled in such a prototype, and with the resources offered by his partner, they were able to create a device that for all appearances seemed capable of giving an unlimited supply of oxygen.
However, it still had to be tested, and the cold-hearted partner Bernardus would do so, without the approval of his engineering ally. Going to prisons and offering them a chance at freedom, should the criminals participate, Bernardus gathered the first true colony from humanity's dregs. Females and males, sent out together aboard a ship with the destination of Ixam 3, a planet found by drones that seemed completely capable of sustaining life, though it was too small to become a new Earth.
With no intention of allowing them to return, the colony ship only possessed enough fuel for the way there, and brought only the barest minimum of necessary supplies to ensure a lasting civilization. The prisoners did not care though, this was their chance at a new life and freedom. The voyage was a complete success, bringing the prisoners alive to their destination. Unfortunately, when you take the most corrupt and greedy of a society, there is little chance at peace. The strongest took their place as leaders, forcing compliance from the others, and without supplies or the knowledge of how to craft the luxuries of modern society, Ixam 3 was thrust into a state of primitive civilization.
The colonists however, knew what humanity was capable of. While they did not know the arts of metallurgy, they knew enough to make vast strides into it, and the first to acquire it was guaranteed to be the strongest. Gangs turned to tribes, tribes turned to villages, and villages became stone cities. Within a hundred years, the colonists had reached the Dark Ages, with the weak enslaved and the strong becoming feudal lords of whatever domains they could conquer.
During this time, Earth was being ravaged by the Wyrm, and the mage vampires of Clan Tremere were hard at work crafting Gargoyles to act as their defense. Forged from a pairing of other vampire clans, they had taken many prisoners and held them within their chantries, awaiting their doom to a hideous fate. One such prisoner was a Tzimisce by the name of Quentin Bratovitch, trapped within the mages' wards. All seemed lost for the loyal son of the Bratovitch line, and it would take a miracle to be free of the Tremere's powerful magics. It was the Tremere's own fear and need to survive that wrought their destruction, freeing the elder Goratrix in the hopes that he would aide them against the Wyrm, and in doing so, releasing the very being that they had thought destroyed to gain their immortality.
Goratrix and the Antideluvian known as Salu began a civil war amidst the Tremere, offering life to those who would serve and help in the destruction of their own Clan. They came upon the chantry in which Quentin was held, creating strife amidst his captors. During the battle, one of the Tremere who had sided with Goratrix came upon the captured Tzimisce, and saw in him an ally that could see her free from this battle. Katherine Engel broke the wards which held the man, only to release a monster. The seemingly handsome man became a ferocious being of flesh and bone, crushing his captors under massive claws of cartiledge while he plowed his way toward the exit with the small blonde following close behind. They destroyed whatever obstacles stood before them, breaking free into the night.
Now freed, they immediately went into hiding, the Fiend following the mage with the intent of repaying her. Quentin Bratovitch used his contact with a Regent Lord by the name of Vaden Cort and learned of a betrayal that had brought a Tzimisce known as Hermano Kari to lead the Fiends. Loyalty to elders and the clan was bred deep into the blood of the Bratovitch, and while he could not immediately act, he swore his revenge upon the traitor to the clan. In secret, Quentin gathered to him two of the Bratovitch line, Cordelia and Stefan, and they became as children to the pair. As a gesture of his affection to Katherine, Quentin offered them to her as ghouls, though he ensured they would be raised with the loyalty of his bloodline.
As the Wyrm bled across the lands, it was Vaden Cort who came to Quentin and Katherine, offering them a chance of salvation, to leave Earth behind. It was an offer that Quentin was all to happy to take. By this time, the two had become bonded to each other, as husband and wife. They were initially brought to the growing Vasquez Industries, but when Kari came in their wake, they were forced to move along. Seeking a haven for his former ghoul, Vaden turned to his old friend Bernardus, who proposed Ixam 3. Giving the two the information, Vaden saw them off on a ship of their own.
By this time, the eldest of the colonists had died, and the remembrances of technology was lost. What was left of the ship had been scavenged for it's metals, made into weapons, and likely lost upon the battlefield. Their ship set ground in a clearing, near one of the strongest cities. The ship's doors opened to a dimly lit daytime, the distant red sun and dense atmosphere making the planet safe for vampires at all hours. Plant life, which had been so dependent upon the constant attention of the sun on Earth, was different here, depending instead upon the rich nutrients and the heat of Ixam's core to grow. To Quentin and Katherine, this planet offered a unique paradise.
The pair found power easily amidst this city, in a civilization where strength was the deciding factor of leadership, they were unbeatable. Being raised as a ghoul, Quentin was quick to ensure the loyalty of all in the city, mixing his own blood into the water, and making servants of them all. The unaging citizens of this tribe, given strength by the blood of the Fiend, conquered the other tribes and brought them under the rule of Quentin, whom had taken the name of Tyrant, and Katherine, whom had come to be known as Sovereign. All peoples of the land were brought together to the singular city, now named Bratis, and were bonded through the water, giving Tyrant and Sovereign complete governance over the planet.
It soon became apparent that the population would grow without stopping, quickly burning through the built up resources. So it was that Tyrant began the culling. The strongest were permitted to survive, while the weak were used to fuel Tyrant's art. The first building constructed of the Culling was the Fleshcraft Temple, a place that would later serve as the training grounds for the Bratovitch line. Those citizens that proved themselves exceptional, were turned by Tyrant, becoming part of his personal guard. Now, the dominant power of the land, Tyrant took to hunting. He went out and captured the native beasts, bringing them to the Temple and making monsters from them. These monsters served as mounts to the Tzimisce power, or hunting hounds. They struck fear into the hearts of the ghouled citizenry, for when Tyrant wished sport for himself, he would take some of the weak ones to the Red Forest and set free his pets to hunt them down.
The Chronicle of a Tyrant
In the time after the release of the Wyrm, there were a few who knew that the salvation of mankind lay in the stars. However, humanity's technology was only in the beginning stages of ever dreaming of colonization of another world. What was missing was the essential technology to recycle the oxygen aboard the ship, though all attempts thus far had ended in failure. Unbeknownst to the rest of the world, two men were hard at work upon this, T. Domitius Bernardus and Memphis Daniel King. The brilliant mind of Memphis King had already dabbled in such a prototype, and with the resources offered by his partner, they were able to create a device that for all appearances seemed capable of giving an unlimited supply of oxygen.
However, it still had to be tested, and the cold-hearted partner Bernardus would do so, without the approval of his engineering ally. Going to prisons and offering them a chance at freedom, should the criminals participate, Bernardus gathered the first true colony from humanity's dregs. Females and males, sent out together aboard a ship with the destination of Ixam 3, a planet found by drones that seemed completely capable of sustaining life, though it was too small to become a new Earth.
With no intention of allowing them to return, the colony ship only possessed enough fuel for the way there, and brought only the barest minimum of necessary supplies to ensure a lasting civilization. The prisoners did not care though, this was their chance at a new life and freedom. The voyage was a complete success, bringing the prisoners alive to their destination. Unfortunately, when you take the most corrupt and greedy of a society, there is little chance at peace. The strongest took their place as leaders, forcing compliance from the others, and without supplies or the knowledge of how to craft the luxuries of modern society, Ixam 3 was thrust into a state of primitive civilization.
The colonists however, knew what humanity was capable of. While they did not know the arts of metallurgy, they knew enough to make vast strides into it, and the first to acquire it was guaranteed to be the strongest. Gangs turned to tribes, tribes turned to villages, and villages became stone cities. Within a hundred years, the colonists had reached the Dark Ages, with the weak enslaved and the strong becoming feudal lords of whatever domains they could conquer.
During this time, Earth was being ravaged by the Wyrm, and the mage vampires of Clan Tremere were hard at work crafting Gargoyles to act as their defense. Forged from a pairing of other vampire clans, they had taken many prisoners and held them within their chantries, awaiting their doom to a hideous fate. One such prisoner was a Tzimisce by the name of Quentin Bratovitch, trapped within the mages' wards. All seemed lost for the loyal son of the Bratovitch line, and it would take a miracle to be free of the Tremere's powerful magics. It was the Tremere's own fear and need to survive that wrought their destruction, freeing the elder Goratrix in the hopes that he would aide them against the Wyrm, and in doing so, releasing the very being that they had thought destroyed to gain their immortality.
Goratrix and the Antideluvian known as Salu began a civil war amidst the Tremere, offering life to those who would serve and help in the destruction of their own Clan. They came upon the chantry in which Quentin was held, creating strife amidst his captors. During the battle, one of the Tremere who had sided with Goratrix came upon the captured Tzimisce, and saw in him an ally that could see her free from this battle. Katherine Engel broke the wards which held the man, only to release a monster. The seemingly handsome man became a ferocious being of flesh and bone, crushing his captors under massive claws of cartiledge while he plowed his way toward the exit with the small blonde following close behind. They destroyed whatever obstacles stood before them, breaking free into the night.
Now freed, they immediately went into hiding, the Fiend following the mage with the intent of repaying her. Quentin Bratovitch used his contact with a Regent Lord by the name of Vaden Cort and learned of a betrayal that had brought a Tzimisce known as Hermano Kari to lead the Fiends. Loyalty to elders and the clan was bred deep into the blood of the Bratovitch, and while he could not immediately act, he swore his revenge upon the traitor to the clan. In secret, Quentin gathered to him two of the Bratovitch line, Cordelia and Stefan, and they became as children to the pair. As a gesture of his affection to Katherine, Quentin offered them to her as ghouls, though he ensured they would be raised with the loyalty of his bloodline.
As the Wyrm bled across the lands, it was Vaden Cort who came to Quentin and Katherine, offering them a chance of salvation, to leave Earth behind. It was an offer that Quentin was all to happy to take. By this time, the two had become bonded to each other, as husband and wife. They were initially brought to the growing Vasquez Industries, but when Kari came in their wake, they were forced to move along. Seeking a haven for his former ghoul, Vaden turned to his old friend Bernardus, who proposed Ixam 3. Giving the two the information, Vaden saw them off on a ship of their own.
By this time, the eldest of the colonists had died, and the remembrances of technology was lost. What was left of the ship had been scavenged for it's metals, made into weapons, and likely lost upon the battlefield. Their ship set ground in a clearing, near one of the strongest cities. The ship's doors opened to a dimly lit daytime, the distant red sun and dense atmosphere making the planet safe for vampires at all hours. Plant life, which had been so dependent upon the constant attention of the sun on Earth, was different here, depending instead upon the rich nutrients and the heat of Ixam's core to grow. To Quentin and Katherine, this planet offered a unique paradise.
The pair found power easily amidst this city, in a civilization where strength was the deciding factor of leadership, they were unbeatable. Being raised as a ghoul, Quentin was quick to ensure the loyalty of all in the city, mixing his own blood into the water, and making servants of them all. The unaging citizens of this tribe, given strength by the blood of the Fiend, conquered the other tribes and brought them under the rule of Quentin, whom had taken the name of Tyrant, and Katherine, whom had come to be known as Sovereign. All peoples of the land were brought together to the singular city, now named Bratis, and were bonded through the water, giving Tyrant and Sovereign complete governance over the planet.
It soon became apparent that the population would grow without stopping, quickly burning through the built up resources. So it was that Tyrant began the culling. The strongest were permitted to survive, while the weak were used to fuel Tyrant's art. The first building constructed of the Culling was the Fleshcraft Temple, a place that would later serve as the training grounds for the Bratovitch line. Those citizens that proved themselves exceptional, were turned by Tyrant, becoming part of his personal guard. Now, the dominant power of the land, Tyrant took to hunting. He went out and captured the native beasts, bringing them to the Temple and making monsters from them. These monsters served as mounts to the Tzimisce power, or hunting hounds. They struck fear into the hearts of the ghouled citizenry, for when Tyrant wished sport for himself, he would take some of the weak ones to the Red Forest and set free his pets to hunt them down.
