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Welcome to Demimonde

06:54, 19th April 2024 (GMT+0)

Demimonde

Our Story...


"Jiggers!  It's a 'SPARKLE'!" Thought Mickey O' Rourke in a panic.  Were they on to him?  He'd had a bad bout of flu a couple months back, and his luck had started running low.  For a Leprechaun Bookmaker, that was an expensive ailment.  His ebbed luck was slow to return, and he'd been taking on losses.  So he'd done what anyone would have in his position.  He'd gone out and bought some luck. "I should'a known." He thought bitterly.  There was no way that scabby Vampire selling luck out of that dark alleyway had been legit.  Maybe this had been a set-up all along.

The Shadow Council maintains a small roster of active duty agents in most large cities, known as "Sparkles".

S.P.A.R.C.L.E. stands for:  Special Agent, Recon, Counter Intelligence, Logistics and Execution.  This elite body is tasked with maintaining 'The Veil', 'The Truth As We Understand It''The Masquerade' or whatever else you'd like to call it.  They often find themselves Judge, Jury and Executioner.  They are made up of a mix of Fae, Vampires, Were-Critters, Demons, and Magically Inclined Humans Of Wizarding Ways.

While our main game setting (for our specific team) is in San Francisco California, the game's cast will encompass creatures from the Faelands, The Lands Of Man, and perhaps parts of Heaven, and Hell.  Most of the time we'll make our home in the Lands Of Man, but missions, diplomacy and intrigue will occasionally land us in Avalon.  Albion (colloquially known as England, but actually referring to the Greater Lands of Man) and Avalon (The lands of Fae) are Mirror Worlds.  What dark twists and turns the two lands make separately, reflect the growing Wildness of the Lands of Fae and the general Lawlessness of the Lands Of Man.  Faerie are incapable of entering a bargain with clear dishonesty.  While these contracts may manifest as a series of half truths and tricks, The Fae are bound to the truth.  Not so for Demons, Vampires, or man.  Civil War brews in the Faelands, an Aging Oberon refuses to name an heir, rumors abound about a missing royal son, and Oberon's failing health corrupts the land via the symbiotic bond that has historically united the Auberon and Avalon.