Post by NOBODY on Mar 9, 2020 17:21:07 GMT
There has always been a quiet spectacle of constant war in the city of sin. The city itself beset by a constant war of earth and wind has also been home to Preternaturals and Mortals vying for true supremacy. True power; control of all the city provides. this open secret of a war is carried out in backrooms, alleys and the inhospitable mountain and deserts that surround the city. In the land where everything can be had for a price no vice is safe form exploitation and no dream free of charge.
Come to the home of sin American style where everything can be bought save Power.
It absolutely corrupts but in Vegas what happens here echoes through time... Eternally.
Vegas' Master of the city, Rusty Coveington has been plying his trade gambling or more specifically the vice thereof since before he was embraced. He has given and drunken of the beast that is gambling honing his love of it into a criminal empire of many faces. At least taking the praxis of the city he has since set about insuring the quiet war adheres to the basic rule of no frightening or effecting the tourist. The money must continue to flow.
In doing so he has gained a grudging notice of the Fae who use the city much like Los Angeles as a whole a farm to suckle and pull glamour from the fantasies of the public at large. As a people they care not one whit who rules so long as their interests are not disturbed.
Organized crime while bending to the notion of keeping what takes place in Vegas as quiet as possible have not and will not give up their stranglehold on the bulk of the vice trade and gaming. they will fight to the last man and while the monsters own the night they own nearly everything else. numbers on their side they are dug in and refuse to be bought or run out.
The clans of the lycanthrope while bought in to the idea of war fight both sides often all at once.
Come to Vegas and dance the night away or be danced to oblivion
Come to the home of sin American style where everything can be bought save Power.
It absolutely corrupts but in Vegas what happens here echoes through time... Eternally.
Vegas' Master of the city, Rusty Coveington has been plying his trade gambling or more specifically the vice thereof since before he was embraced. He has given and drunken of the beast that is gambling honing his love of it into a criminal empire of many faces. At least taking the praxis of the city he has since set about insuring the quiet war adheres to the basic rule of no frightening or effecting the tourist. The money must continue to flow.
In doing so he has gained a grudging notice of the Fae who use the city much like Los Angeles as a whole a farm to suckle and pull glamour from the fantasies of the public at large. As a people they care not one whit who rules so long as their interests are not disturbed.
Organized crime while bending to the notion of keeping what takes place in Vegas as quiet as possible have not and will not give up their stranglehold on the bulk of the vice trade and gaming. they will fight to the last man and while the monsters own the night they own nearly everything else. numbers on their side they are dug in and refuse to be bought or run out.
The clans of the lycanthrope while bought in to the idea of war fight both sides often all at once.
Come to Vegas and dance the night away or be danced to oblivion
