#settite

[emergoatlover]

[osatokun]

Commission for @crownedinmarigolds  !~ Coterie came to setties to make a deal >w>

[milk-crafting]

sketch of one of the NPCs in the vtm game

[akaynehkasimi]

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"Visionary 👁️ blood in my veins

I feel all the pains

Blue 🔵 thunder ⚡till it rains ⛈️

I come from the plains 🌾

No complaints,I been patient

I don't do this for the fame

I was 19 hoppin onna plane ✈️

And I'm gooonnne.. 🍃

Anything I want I just make happen

No cappin, 💥

Wreak havoc on you fake rappers

Fuck a camera 📸 and a caption

I want more action 🎬" ~Dakota 🐻

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[cavegirlpoems]

How do you feel about VtM 5E? I know you're a big fan of VtM 20 but I haven't seen you post about it's newest edition.

v5 aims to be for games where you're a newly-embraced character struggling to keep their head above water, hold onto their humanity, and find a place in the world. It's extremely good at this style of play, and I've had a lot of fun with it when I've played this type of game.

V5 doesn't really let you play elders, sabbat members, or path followers, and - as somebody who has had lots of fun playing sabbat elders on paths - this is a disapointment to me. A lot of my favourite bits of the vampire setting (often the deeper conspiricies and weirder stuff) are excised from v5: there aren't inconnu, true-black-hand, baali, etc.

Plus, their takes on religion-as-done-by-vampires are, ah, quite cynical. A lot of the reasons why you might *want* to be a bahari or settite or what have you in previous editions are downplayed, and the religous organisations that exist are much more uncomplicatedly unpleasant.

So v5 is good at what it does, but what it does is quite a narrow slice of all the things I might want to do in vampire.

[htg17]

Visiting settite museum devouted for Snake Supremacy

[mydysfunctionalvampirefamily]

Interesting to see that there are some people who remember the gala, why did the toreador forget? Or was it that she was a fake?

Not the Rufio chant! This is blasphemy!!! How dare you take his name in vain.

Oh god the stoners.

Fun fact of velociraptors were the size of turkeys and had feathers. Jurassic Park was way off about them.

Yes Britta plz try and establish some dominance or smth over here.

"my bad yo, praise Cain." what the hell? 😂

Yes Johnny come save us from the lollipop guild.

Lmaooo protecting Johnny from Rufio. Yes I'm sure Johnny is quaking in his boots.

Rufio fleeing from Johnny's dreadgaze.

Johnny and Britta dancing together. 🥰

Noooooo a need for fresh air??? This is bad! It's gotta be.

Ohh it's just Jane.

They all want Jane's attention, but she gives it to Neil. 🥰

Oh god the centre of attention from a bunch of Bruja because he knows about khalif.

Neil wanting to look cool!!! Also going to smoke drugs, and get high. Bless.

Look at Neil leading some kind of spiritual khalif Bruja session.

Yes Neil!! Worthy not only because of the things that yiu can do but who you are. Thank fuck.

All these Bruja are really kind of sweet to Neil in their own way.

Jane, Neil and a small army of Bruja go stargazing. Absolutely amazing.

Noooooo, please let them stargaze!!! No interruptions.

Miles trying to be the cool dad instead of the neurotic one we all know he is.

I love Amaya, calling it merit badges. Having a pin made especially for him. 😂

I'm sorry Amaya and Miles. 👀👀👀 They're v flirty.

Look at them talking like this so seriously. I'm proud of them.

Miles willing to give up so much to the anarhchs.

I am also concerned about the settites. Miles being honest about the diablerie. 🥺

Eden!!!! Oh my God!!! Do you want to fucking die!?! If Wynn sees you you're in trouble.

Also classic teenage sense of invisibility. I'm with adults I trust so nothing can happen to me.

Oh god not her jumping around to show how healthy she is. She is so cute!!!

Good god, I would also gulp it Johnny talked to me like that. I don't blame you, Eden.

Johnny and Britta talking about Neil. Goddamn Johnny is getting to be so wise.

[dr-thumbs-brand-new-spot]

The siege

Miles is dead, Wynn is fully under the Justicar’s will and Neil is off the deep end for good. The defense of New Haven rests solely on the shoulders of Johnny and Britta and their grasp on the city is tenuous at best. Miles fell during the assault on New York, swarmed by a mass of near unending shovelheads, he held out as long as he could but they just wouldn’t stop coming. Johnny blames himself for it but he was fighting just as desperately and in a last ditch effort to save his coterie miles dominated him and forced him to get Britta and Neil out of New York and back to New Haven. Roman Pendragon fell in the fight as well, fighting against his sire, Dark Selina alongside a group of other Camarilla elders he convinced to join the fray. Alone and low on allies, Britta and Johnny’s bond has grown stronger than ever.

“Hey kid, you ready?” Johnny says as he walks into his office smoking a Morley and adjusting his leather jacket. “I guess I kinda have to be right? As much as I wish I didn’t, we don’t have many other choices here…” Britta responds as she gazes up at the old painting of Miles still hanging in the Prince’s office. The pair of them gear up, Britta donning her usual combat attire and bringing her usual loadout when preparing to fight kindred. The bow she finally learned to use, an SMG cradled at her hip and a katana she was given as a gift that she’s taught herself to use effectively if someone closes distance on her. Johnny dusts off his leather jacket, grabs his axe and a shotgun that he slings across his back and they head out. The pair have a “meeting” tonight with the Settites, with the passing of Miles and the stalemate achieved in NY they wish to talk terms. The rising of the Eldest is here and the pair know for a fact that the Settites are desperate to work together with someone interested in focusing on surviving it.

They arrive early to the agreed upon meeting point and await the arrival of their backup in case things sour. Johnny lights up a Morley and Britta stands unsettlingly still, forgetting for once that she has to consciously decide to breathe. “So what do ya think they’ll want? Miles is gone but I doubt they’ll just let us off easy and they know the spot we’re in now.” Johnny states matter of factly, eyes scanning his surroundings as though watching for a threat to emerge at any time. “Well, hmm, maybe they’ll just want assurances that after all of this is over they won’t just have another war on their hands like they did with him? I’m not really sure though, I don’t know them quite so well as you do and Miles did.” Britta replies, staring down at the ground and petering off at the end of her sentence. They stand together in silence for a time, Johnny chain smoking and Britta quietly thinking, planning their next move and what decision they’ll have to make to save what’s left of their people. Before too much time passes, they spot their backup, the Ravnos Khabir and the ghouled Fisher cat Chaps approach. Not always fans of one another, Chaps was left to Khabir by Wynn after she was taken away by the Ventrue Justicar Lucinde. Pleasantries are exchanged and the group patiently await the arrival of the Settites.

“Where am I? Wh-what happened? This isn’t New York, why am I back in New Haven?” The Malkavians says in a panicked tone as he takes in his surroundings for the first time in what feels like a long time. “Childe of Malkav, you know where you are and you know what must be done, do not waste time on your anxieties” booms a voice in his head. “W-wait, wait, wait, wait, no no no way, this isn’t supposed to happen, things weren’t supposed to go this way, why are you awake!” He shouts out loud to no one. Silence is his only reply as he begins to take in his surroundings, not recognizing Miles’ old haven until it is too late. When the memory hits of who this house once belonged to, the wave of grief washes over him and he is forced back into the depths of his mind as a presence takes hold of his body once more.

Britta and Johnny’s meeting concludes and thanks to her gift with getting powerful kindred to work with her they come to an agreement. On the car ride back, Britta gazes upon an amulet, a gift given to her by a love now long lost and is brought back to a memory.

“Johnny, take Britta and Neil and run. Do not stop running until day breaks and you need to take shelter, kill any kindred that try and stop you. I love you all, I’m sorry I didn’t stop this.” The tall, well built blonde man says calmly as he strikes out with his blade and slays another shovel head. For a time, it even looks like he might win, but as his vitae begins to deplete and the tide never ends he stumbles. When he stumbles, they strike and they are upon him in an instant. Rather than allow himself to almost certainly be diablerized, Britta watches as Miles pulls the Molotov he brought from his suit jacket and sets himself and the shovelheads alight.

“Hey kid, you ok? You did good back there, I don’t think I could have gotten them on board without your help.” “Hm? Yeah I’m…I’m fine, just thinking about things, it’s only been a few weeks since New York…” she tapers off and stares down at her own feet. Silence passes for a few minutes before she looks up and sees tears of blood streaming down Johnny Saxon’s cheeks and she begins crying quietly as well. For the first time in a long time they might actually have a chance.

After a silent car ride and a long hug the pair find themselves free for the rest of the evening. Britta taking herself to the cafe to play piano and continue thinking of ways for her to help keep Johnny and Neil safe. Johnny decides that since he finally has managed to separate from her, it’s time to see the wolves. Driving off into the woods he finds himself lost in contemplation and memory over what the last several weeks had been like.

“FUCK!” Johnny shouts into the void as his desperate fleeing finally comes to a head and he arrives back at Miles’ haven. He looks over at Britta and Neil, quiet and obviously shaken as he is wracked with guilt and grief. “GODDAMNIT MILES” he yells as he smashes a fist through the wall and barely maintains control of himself and avoids frenzy. When he looks back up, Neil is gone and Britta is curled into herself, weeping quietly in mourning and fear of what becomes of them without Miles. And that sight is the only thing that stops Johnny from marching right back to New York and dying in the effort to kill every last member of the Sabbat and the Eldest. “Come on kid, we have to go inside it’s almost light” he says as he gently picks her up and brings her to her room. Miles’ haven is strangely empty after the departure of his ghouls and Eden and Johnny takes himself to wash off the blood and ash he is covered in before he lies down to wait for daybreak. After he lays down and shortly before the sun he hears his door crack open and he lets Britta climb up onto the bed with him and wait for sleep to come. Like a daughter coming to her parents room after she had a nightmare, Britta rests her head on Johnny’s chest and finally settles down in time for the sun.

Climbing out of the car, Johnny finds himself in the middle of the woods and the very moment he steps out of the car he can feel the eyes on him. “Look, I know I did my wrong but I also tried to save one of you, I have no issue with any of you and thought you should know, something is coming. Something is coming and I think we need to work together to survive it, please, if you have issue with me, please just hold onto it until after this coming storm or the entire city is going to die and then they’re going to come for you.” Johnny says, staring off into the woods, unable to quite tell where exactly the Garou are but certain they are around. A low growl comes from the woods closest to him and an old, large wolf comes plodding out. “So tell us what it is then and after I’ll decide if we’re going to help you or kill you right here.” The wolf says as it shifts into the shape of an older man.

Neil opens his eyes and blinks slowly, almost as though blinking sleep out of his eyes and looks around. The building he is in is crammed full of Malkavians, those notable and otherwise are all present and he feels the panic rising in him once more. “W-w-what is happening!? Why are we all here? What do you want?” He forces himself to ask as he looks around at the room full of Malkavians. “My brother is awake Neil Foster and with him he brings a reckoning, my children shall greet him and bring with us a tide of madness.” The voice in the dark responds as Neil feels himself drawn into the abyss once more, falling deeper every time but this time, falling upon a memory of his.

“Alright guys, this is it, this is my vision, we fight the Sabbat here and then the Eldest rises. Miles you need to be careful, they still have that kill order out on you and I can’t sit here and lose another one of you. Not after Wynn.” Neil says, looking at what remains of his coterie. “You won’t lose me because we are going to win, I don’t know how yet but we will, we always figure it out.” Miles says as he gazes at the Sabbat gathered in the distance and begins to draw his blade. “Neil, hide in obfuscate and use your magic when you see a chance, Britta, cover us and lay down fire, Johnny, with me.” He says as he begins to cross the battlefield alongside Pendragon and his gathered army. The coterie does well in a fight, as they always do but with the death of Pendragon comes a lapse in focus for Britta and a strike in morale to the Camarilla army. This momentary lapse causes Johnny to have to run to her to save her and Miles standing alone against an unending tide. As he moves to use dur-an-ki, Miles’ voice rings out and Johnny grabs him and Britta up, kicking and struggling but he’s just too much stronger than either of them. They watch as Miles falls. Neil curls into himself in his own mind and weeps.

“Alright kid, I’ve got some good news again for once, the wolves are with us, they want revenge against the Sabbat almost as bad as I do.” Johnny says at the dawn of the next night as he finishes readying himself for another day. “Really? I thought they hated you for killing one of them? That’s incredible Johnny, maybe we actually can do this.” Britta says with a slight smile and more positivity than she’s shown in months. “Heh, yeah kid I think we might just have a shot at this thing after all, still not sure how we’re gonna deal with the fucking antediluvian but with how few Sabbat were actually left I think if we make it through the shovelheads we might actually win this thing. The Settites, the hunters, the Anarchs and now even the wolves all agreed to get ride of as many Sabbat as they can handle.” “We can do this Johnny, I believe in us, we won’t let New Haven fall and we won’t lose Neil too. No matter what it takes, we’ll get him back to us.” She says with a cold, fiery determination in her voice and Johnny feels every word touch his being as he is filled with that same determination. “You’re goddamn right we will kid, now let’s go.”

Johnny and Britta find themselves in the same position as last time they faced the Sabbat, across an open battlefield, staring across at their enemy. At the head of the Sabbat pack stands Johnny’s sire, Delgado, twisted and morphed horrifically by the fleshy mass of the Eldest looming behind them. With their forces gathered, Johnny looks over at everyone present, kisses Britta on the forehead and takes to the field. Johnny fights like he recognizes his situation, fight or die. He gives into the beast and feeds on the shovel heads he is engaged with nearly as fast as he can get to them. Britta, completely determined not to lose focus this time, Johnny is all she has left, doesn’t even notice as Neil and the rest of the Malkavians present drop obfuscate.

As the Malkavians appear Britta and Johnny hear a screaming in their mind and a rending of consciousness before they black out as the Antediluvians make war upon each other.

Waking some hours later, Neil opens his eyes and looks around, realizing that while the physical body of the eldest remains, its mind has been destroyed and rendered catatonic. He isn’t sure if Malkav survived the deed but he feels a strange gap in his mind as he realizes his connection to the Malkavian madness network is severed, never to return. As he looks around, he sees Britta and Johnny, covered in blood and ash, Johnny badly injured but miraculously, they both still live. He runs to them and finally, what remains of New Haven’s protectors are together again, with a future bought with the deaths of their leaders and the loss of Neil’s abilities. They embrace and head home to wait for a new dawn to come.

@rebelfestive

[midnightellis]

“Don’t antagonise the snake people”

Miles is right in this exchange. They are snake people not Settites 😂😂

[all-thestories-aretrue]

Eden's kinda a badass when she's under weird Settite magic. But also stop corrupting her!!!! I love her!!!! She needs to live!!!! But also I don't blame her for being kinda pissed about it all lol.

[with-kindred-spirits]

🌶️+ Settites are right you know

Whom?

[hazelcephalopod]

OK speaking of WOD/VTM. Here’s my initial thoughts on clans-

Chetney: Gangrel. Odd choice, Banu Hakim.

Ashton: I have to agree with Brujah. Odd choice… Caitiff -like those (sp?)Maeghar fae ones maybe?

FCG: Salubri. Alternate choice, Brujah. Or oddest choice weird Brujah with Obeah somehow.

Laudna: I’m going with Tzimisce. Odd choice Kiasyd??

Imogen: Malkavian or Toreador. High auspex.

Fearne: ministry (aka Settites). Tbh I thought hard and then it dawned on me, ministry somehow just fits her.

Orym: Toreador or… Lasombra. (I will defend this. He’s got a a some ruthlessness and vengeance in him)

Bonus-

Dorian: ventrue or toreador.

PS: I hope my spellings was mostly right I don’t feel like checking

I will sort other characters. If I remember to check this. (I’m fact I do have most of the Crown keepers decided as of now)

[osatokun]

I need to write a post about things that happening in Charlie's and Glinda's life in the new chronicle ( 5 years after 1st one)

for now in short The followed the trail of their enemy (presumably) a mummy to the Cairo Charlie was hired by the toreador Archon to investigate a ritualistic murder of the local settite leader. The killers took victim's soul out, and we learned there will be 11 more murders to gather energy and perform something horrible. We spent a lot of time in the dreaming, saving a couple of changelings and now Glinda has her own little court and can officially be called Queen. We didn't kill the fomori that took this part of the Dreaming, but we found his manifestation in real world and planning on killing him this way. Later on, Charlie and Glinda saved young changeling again, taking her away from Ventrue she worked on. Glinda killed a lot of this Ventrue's workers.. Chris was cursed in the dreaming and going to stay in female body for now.. The new changeling named Lotoa is living with Charlie and Glinda now. She has a drug addiction but I hope we'll heal her ( with love and probably domination haha) A baali is seeking for Christopher, Archon childe (adopted) and trying to do it by using Charlie's prophetic abilities. Seems like Charlie still have demon's touch in him and baali can use it.. Billie, our gangrel, were infested with an unknown entity that slowly drove her insane and tried to corrupt her soul. Was it blood worm? Or demon manifestation? or something else? we have no idea. Billie decided to connect her unlife with changelings and asked Glinda for help. They took a little part of Billie's skin that will never heal, and took out the worm in a very beautiful ritual. Billie knows Charlie's real name now, as it's impossible to lie near Lotoa. We all live in Bilie's domain, a fight club for people and vampires. Billie was stolen away on the last session..

We also visited a settite orgy. And generally fuck a lot in weird places.. Glinda is also made an artifact and put it inside Charlie's body ( and he finds it hot)

[mollybraithwaite]

Clan tier list go

noiad

tzimisce

ahrimane

+ cousins cutoff line +

gangrel

coyote

malkavian

nosferatu

anda

old clan

+ dignity cutoff line +

assamite

ravnos

brujah

caitif

settite

+ respect cutoff line +

daughter of cacophony

toreador

samedi

tremere

ventrue

+ not wierd and gross and scary cutoff line +

lasombra

volgirre

kiasyd

harbinger of skulls

nagarajah

giovanni

[evecrowned]

be honest. do you worship the dark mother because you have mummy issues

I would ask you not to speculate on what spiritual beliefs I may or may not have. My respect for various faiths has no bearing on if I am Noddist, Bahari, Settite, or any other Kine or Kindred faith.

Also my mother was a lovely woman, so no, I don't have 'mummy issues'.

[cavegirlpoems]

What are your thoughts on VtM v5 getting rid of or combining the disciplines unique to a specific clan? Like how Lasombra's Obtenebration and Giovanni's Necromancy got combined into Oblivion, or how Tzimisce's Vicissitude got rolled into Protean?

I understand it from the perspective of system elegance and page count, but I also feel like it diluted some of the uniqueness of those clans.

I'm mostly in favour. The key things (tzimisce flesh-crafting, ravnos illusions, settite snakery, etc) are still there, and making more specialised disciplines require a given clan's other in-clan disciplines keeps them more specilised, which I like.

In practice, though, they should have made necromancy a blood sorcery variant. (Obtenebration is a weird outlier that we can roll in with daimonion, if they ever stat the baali).