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I fear not the dark itself, but what may lurk within it.
- Unknown
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Setting: Gothic Victorian London
Genre: Victorian Dark Fantasy
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London, 1891.
A city that chokes on billowing smoke, secrets, and something far more sinister than its brimming industries.
The streets are full of life. Gas lanterns flicker through the heavy fog, horse hooves clatter over slick cobblestone, lugging a carriage behind them that houses the high society. There is a constant hum of whispers through narrow alleyways and crowded taverns alike. But beneath the surface of London's gleaming progress, something wicked stirs.
It begins with a series of grotesque murders. Victims are found skinned and bare to the bone, discarded like empty vessels. It is a gruesome mystery to the townsfolk. But there are some who know the truth - the Hunters. They work in the shadows to police the supernatural; they know this is a message. It is not random, it is a warning. Yet, the licensed hunters sanctioned by the Crown seem rather unfazed by it all.
An important figurehead is murdered. Not via skinning, but by fire. The remains were incinerated, the decapitated head only left behind. He was only recognized as the victim by a signet ring left behind in the ashes. This raises all of the hunters' suspicions, for he was killed the exact way they were all trained to execute a vampire. But it was common knowledge among these folk that the vampires were driven out of Britain centuries ago.
Tensions are spiraling. The wealthiest districts live in fear. Attacks of terror continue, targeting the elite. There are whispers of revolution while the rich cry out for vengeance. Throughout it all, one scapegoat rises: the werewolves.
The government-sanctioned hunters and other mercenaries from the black market launch campaigns against the werewolves. Hunting, slaying and driving them out. The districts of London become a battleground of silver bullets.
As the rebellion ignites, the truth comes out. The power behind the Crown is not entirely human, themselves.
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This RP was created a few years ago by myself and a couple of friends. We never got to the meat and potatoes of the plot, so that is what we are here to do.