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Subject: it starts

Author:
storyteller

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Date Posted: 14:30:56 06/15/02 Sat

i am your subconcious and the under lying mesage in all your thoughts.While under cover of the masquerade you will use only your assumed name so as not to arouse suspicion to our cause. come to me for guidance, but ony when necessary. For the subject of every communication within the mortal realm, you will encrypt your clan and alliance so as to clear up any confusion.
I too will be playing under the alias, Malikai, an assimite asassin whoes soul purpose is to fulfill his mission. what that is completely confidential and is only kept between him and his contacts.
You will begin in a paris bordello, LA BRASSARIE DE LES CORPS, the deli of flesh. you travel with only a small pack with only three itmes concealed in it: a purse of 200 francs, a ruby encrusted dagger, and a small wodden box that holds a key, to what you dont know.Gazing at the clock on the wall opposite the small bed you share with your...associates...you are suprised to find that it is only 1:30 in the morning. felling quite appeased from your late night excursions, you make the move to pull yourslef from the arms of your false vixens, when the crimson tainted flesh of the one to your right catches your eye...you run your fingers down the length of her body " her skin is so soft" you think to your self and for some forgotten reason, you begin to feel a growing pain inside you again. like some memory of your mortal life it trying to pry itself from your blood clotted mind.
The moment soon passes and you drink the last of a glass of whisky, you take one last look at the room before moving like a forgotten shadow through the window. As you walk down the BOULEVARD DE TEMPLE the eerie sights of the once thriving monuments still smell of the eager and dream lusted tourists that try to capture the france of the old days. As you walk the barren street of CALRILIAN a sound to your left takes you attention, and in a spit second you are starring face to face with another immortal...

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