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Night Bane (Supernatural, grand epic.)

Prosak

Super-Earth
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The Bane
~ Of The Night


What are we... Well it began may 8th, 2001... It has been 12 years since dark day. The coming of night, into this world. Before then our kind were few, and far between. Hiding in shadows, or plain sight. Hiding our true forms, from unsuspecting mortals. A Neophyte could
expect to be recognized and helped by an older Nightbane. Not
any longer. So many of us have now appeared that there is little
hope to educate them personally; not like the old days. For this
reason, I am consigning these documents to the wondrous electronic
network where information flows as freely as water. My
younger friends will make copies everywhere, hoping that they will reach those in need. ....

Do you, know WHAT, you are...? Well, allow me, to inform you.


The Becoming

You were — you thought you were — a normal person, just
one more among the huddled masses of Humankind. Until the
time of the Becoming. One day, your shape shifted and you became
the stuff of nightmares and forgotten horrors. Maybe your
form became animal-like, or grotesquely deformed, or some
twisted fantasy of flesh and scrap metal. That day, your life
changed forever.
The Becoming comes at different times for each Nightbane.
For most, it occurs in the years spanning the time when you are
no longer a child, yet not fully an adult. Sometimes, it occurs at
a time of need — an accident victim, pinned beneath a carriage
(or a car); a terrified child, facing death at the hands of a
stranger; or a soldier at war, seeing the enemy coming over the
barbed wire. More often, it happens at night, sometimes during
your sleep (did Kafka know about us when he wrote Metamorphosis!
I think he might have). Unlucky ones change in front of
others and are branded monsters and freaks. In the old times,
they were burned as witches or slain as demons. In the years before
Dark Day, they were taken away by unsmiling men in dark
suits and glasses, never to be seen again. Today, they risk far
worse. As to the rest — you all know the panic, the disbelief, the
creeping insanity that comes when you see in the mirror the face
of a stranger, an inhuman, misshapen stranger at that. Many a
Nightbane has been overcome with madness, going off in a murderous
rampage or taking his own life. The rest have managed to
cope, and soon afterwards made an important discovery.
The Becoming is not absolute. One can shift back to one's
original, human shape. Most of us do so and try to forget what
happened. But sooner or later, the Morphus will manifest again,
in times of need, or when the power of that form tempts us into
using it. Some of us choose to embrace our monstrous form and
become true monsters, preying on the helpless until we are destroyed



Who you Really Are,
~ And the mask, that you ware


All Nightbane are two in one, one mind inhabiting two
shapes. We call the human form the Facade, the Lie, the human
masque we thought was real until our transformation. The other
one, the alien form that you will come to accept as your true
shape, is known as the Morphus. Over the centuries, I have
come to feel that these names are themselves a lie, but they are
convenient labels for something we cannot explain.
Our Facades retain most of the frailties of being human. They
heal faster than a normal human and are highly resistant to normal
maladies like disease, poisons and the elements, but by and
large, they are not invulnerable to all normal dangers. The Morphus
shape, however, is powerful beyond measure. We can rend
flesh, stone and metal with our hands, claws and teeth. We heal
from injury almost as fast as it is inflicted and are impervious to
most disease. In my time, I have fought on after having been
shot multiple times, bayoneted by a dozen terrified men, even after
losing a leg, sheared off by a cannonball. Except for the leg,
all trifling matters — quickly passing discomfort, and even the
leg grew back not long afterwards.
No two Morphus are exactly alike. We are a race of strangers,
each a new surprise to us all. Many of us believe that the Morphus
is a twisted reflection of our lusts and fears, of the good
and evil in our soul. A pure soul, perhaps, would have a Morphus
of perfect beauty; the rest of us wear our flaws and foibles
in the way our flesh is shaped.
Once the Becoming occurs, neither the Facade nor the Morphus
ages as mortals do. At the time of my Becoming, a Pharaoh
ruled in Egypt and my own people hunted wild boar with firehardened
wood spears. Today, I appear to be a man in my early
sixties. We age only a year or two for the passage of every hundred,
maybe even less.
But we are not immortal. We can die, by violence or accident.
Although our Facades are frail and would seem to be our most
vulnerable aspect, we can be killed in Morphus form as well. If
the cannonball that took my leg had hit me in the chest, I would
not be telling you this story. Many a Nightbane has died a horrible
death at the hands of the Roman Catholic Inquisition, for
we healed as we burned, and took a long time to die. Since then,
science has forged chains strong enough to bind us and weapons
powerful enough to kill us. Magic has spells and rituals to imprison
us, harm us, enslave us and finally destroy us.
If you die while wearing the Facade, your body corrupts and
decays like that of any mortal human. If killed as your Morphus,
your shape dissolves in shadows like a mirage, leaving no blood, dust or stain. So perhaps the Morphus is the illusion, and the Facade
real. Or maybe the Morphus, not being from this world,
leaves as soon as our wills are no longer there to force it to remain



Lands Of Night


Over time, we discovered another world, apart from and yet
linked to this one. This land of eternal night lies separated from
the Earth by what we call the Mirrorwall, for mirrors are the
gateway therein. All Nightbane can cross over by stepping
through a mirror. At the other side lies a land where no sun or
stars ever shine. Some of us believe that this is our home, the
place of our birth.
But we are not wanted there.
Beware of the Lands of Night, for the Nightlands are grotesque
mockeries of the cities of Earth. True monsters live
therein, monsters and their victims. Unlike the Nightbane, they
live for destruction and torture and they hunt us down whenever
they find us. They are Hounds that wield cold Darkblades and
Hunters that sweep down on the unwary. They are the minions
of the Ba'al, the Lords of Night, who rule the Nightlands with an
iron fist and hatred for our kind. Still, some of us find reason to
go there. Ancient Artifacts of great power can be found or stolen
in the cities, as well as the answers to many dark questions.
Between the cities lies the Waste, a barren desert where some
of us have tried to make a home. The Waste is a dangerous
place, full of strange monsters and beasts, some of whom belong
to neither world. Yet, it is easier to live in the Waste than in the
cities, although some Nightbane have made their home in both
— but most prefer the empty plains of the Waste to the horrors
of the cities or the dangers of Earth.


Lords Of The Night

Cruel and heartless are the rulers of the Lands of Night. They
are the Ba'al-ze-neckt, the Lords of Night. I have heard stories
about their origins — but they must wait for another time. Suffice
it to say that they bear Humanity — and our kind — nothing
but hatred and malice. They wish to destroy the works of Man,
to grind us into the dust, enslave us, and then sacrifice us to increase
their power. And I say "us" because, in the eyes of the
Nightlords, we and normal humans are the same, enemies to be
subdued, enslaved and destroyed.
The Ba'al have great powers over the forces of nature, over
cold earth and metal, lightning and fire. They can create avatars,
lesser versions of themselves, and send them out to do their biding.
They are ageless, and perhaps immortal, but they fear the
Nightbane, and from this fear I draw the hope that we may have
the power to destroy them. They are our eternal Enemy.

Servants Of
~ The Night Lords


The Ba'al have minions, countless hordes of them. Lowest of
all are the Shades of the Living, called Dapple gangers, each the
double of one man or woman in our world. Then come the
Hounds and the Hunters, merciless metal-clad warriors who slay
on command, or for pleasure. Over them rule the Ba'al-Zebul,
the Night Princes, lesser Ba'al with the power of illusion, the
tempters and deceivers of legend. Many strange creatures from
alien worlds also serve the Nightlords, but the most dangerous
are the Ashmedai, the Crawling Horrors, whose swiftly-changing shapes conceal a monstrous form. And then are the Nemtar,
small insects filled with malicious intelligence and able to create
Hollow Men which they ride in like grotesque mounts.
All these, and many more, call the Nightlords their Masters.
Even humans are counted among their throngs. Greedy and cruel
men and women who have pierced the Mirrorwall separating the
two worlds, and have made a pact with a Nightlord, exchanging
their humanity for power. The worst are the Nightpriests, fanatical,
evil beings, dangerous to all.

The Invasion

12 year's and a day ago, the skies of the world darkened unnaturally
for an entire day and night. During that time, the Earth became
as unto the Nightlands, and many a Nightbane endured
the Becoming. Dark Day was no accident, no freak of nature. It
was an invasion, an attack led by the Nightlords. They have
struggled to control of all the kingdoms of this world and make
them their own. Now even the land of the free and the home of
the brave is their playground.
The chaos of today's world, the fear and repression and senseless
violence, they are the result of this invasion. Humans must
fight or become victims of merciless monsters, both human and
inhuman. Nightbane must fight or hide, or die at the hands of
these true monsters. Perhaps, humans and .Nightbane can join
forces and battle this common enemy. Perhaps, one day we can
even win. Perhaps.
I look at the dark streets below, and mutter a prayer of hope.
 
Whats Going On In The World Of NightBane?

"It's... incredible. Ladies and gentlemen, night has fallen in
New York City in the early morning hours! Uh, I can't see stars
or the moon, just a solid sheet of darkness across the sky. I can't
BEEPing believe it! It's not an eclipse. It's... it's the BEEPing
end of the world, that's what this is! Hey, they ain't paying me
enough money for this. I'm getting the BEEP outta here!"
— Anchorperson Mark Smith, Channel 7 Action News


Nightbane takes place in the near future, the early years of
the 21st Century. The world is very much like our own, or at
least so it appears to the average person on the streets. In this
world, however, supernatural beings have invaded and covertly
taken over every major government and many corporate powers
on the planet. In this world, thousands of young men and women
have discovered they can transform into inhuman creatures of
great power. Most live in hiding, their existence denied by the
authorities and the "mainstream press," although not by the tabloids
— in the 21st century, some of the tabloid headlines sharing
space with UFO and Bigfoot sightings contain more than a
grain of truth.

Excerpts from DARK DAY AFTERNOON,
by Greame Rogers
. . . . Some say the riots were the worst part. Suddenly overtaxed
by having to deal with both daytime and nighttime energy
needs, electrical power systems without sufficient resources
failed in several cities, causing brownouts and blackouts
through the U.S. To make matters worse, most power outages
occurred in the poorest sections of cities; people already deprived
of hope were plunged into terrifying darkness. It's not
surprising that so many people decided to take action against
the system, the government, the laws of Nature, and even against
themselves — all of which had forsaken or failed them once too
often.



The people whose power did not fail had the privilege of seeing
night occur simultaneously around the world, from New
York to Los Angeles, from Paris to Tokyo ... Newscasters in a
hundred cities babbled incoherently about chaos and anarchy.
. . . . In New Berlin, Connecticut, fully one-third of the population
committed suicide or murdered each other over the
twenty-four hour period of darkness. The subsequent investigation
(hampered by the fact that the chief of police shot himself
after murdering his entire family) revealed that in most cases the
victims watched the news of the blackout and then calmly
switched their TV sets off and took their own lives, or slaughtered
their friends and family. Similar incidents occurred in quiet
suburban communities in the U.S., Canada, Europe....
. . . . Then there were the monster sightings, the most widespread
wave of reports of supernatural activity in recorded history.
The overwhelmed (and themselves panicky) police
departments and 911 dispatchers recorded thousands of calls
claiming that inhuman creatures were prowling the streets.
Seven videotapes (all later proved to be forgeries) depicted
freakish creatures running, climbing walls and (in two very
graphic tapes) attacking and tearing apart screaming people.
Dark Day precipitated the largest case of mass hysteria ever
known; even respected members of the scientific, military and
government community "saw" these occurrences. Noted pop
psychologist Dr. Rachel put it best: "Plunged into darkness,
thousands of people reverted to their early childhood, when they
needed the closet light left on so the 'bogey man' wouldn't get
them. Deluded by fear, they started seeing bogey men everywhere.
Things weren't helped by the twisted pranksters who put
on rubber costumes to help fan the flames."
. . . . The scientific community remains divided about the
causes. Three top astronomers committed suicide over the following
month. One resigned his tenure and became a pig farmer,
saying "All I knew turned out to be a lie. At least pigs don't do
anything you wouldn't expect them to." More sedate scientists
tried to come up with an explanation. The most popular theory
claimed the blackout had been caused by the release of some
sort of opaque gas into the atmosphere, perhaps the handiwork
of terrorists. The theory has raised as many questions as it answered,
and nobody has been able to explain the satellite photos
showing the entire planet had been covered ("shrouded," if you
will) by a sphere of total darkness for the entire twenty-four period.
Dark Day occurred on March 6, 2000, at 6:02 a.m. Eastern
Standard Time. The planet was enveloped in unnatural darkness
for twenty-four hours, without warning or explanation. The
darkness wasn't night, either, because neither the moon nor the
stars were visible for the entire period. Panic broke out throughout
the world, leading to the deaths of over 600,000 people. In
the U.S. alone, an excess of 20,000 people died in riots, fires, car
accidents and suicides. Millions of others suffered from both
physical and mental trauma. TV newscasters babbled incoherently
for several hours, until all radio and television stations
were seized by the government and made to broadcast messages
instructing people to remain in their homes and stay calm. A curfew
was established in all major cities, but enforcing it became
impossible. In many places, the police, National Guard and military
were just as panicked as everyone else and complete terror
and anarchy reigned.
By noon, six hours after the freak "eclipse" had started, most
U.S. cities had suffered major fires and rioting. Many believed it
was Judgement Day. It wasn't until the late afternoon that some
measure of control had been reestablished. Even after the riots
had been suppressed, reports of demons and monsters terrorizing
the streets continued to pour in to the police departments. The
government was quick to claim that all such "sightings" and "alleged
incidents" involving monsters were either the product of
mass hysteria or the actions of malicious pranksters or looters
wearing costumes. It was later pointed out that many god-fearing
people believed it was the end of the world, and therefore, it was
natural for them to see demons and avenging angels, especially
in a state of panic and hysteria. Yet many who claim to have witnessed
carnage inflicted by monsters insist otherwise, and cry
"cover-up" and "conspiracy." However, the majority of people
cling to the theories of hoax and hysteria, preferring not to believe
that such creatures could really exist. They and countless
others, take solace in the fact that not one monster, living or
dead, was ever found, making the claims by governments around
the world more believable.
The next hours were spent in quiet, fearful vigil around the
world, as people waited for the darkness to end — or to continue.
Would the sun ever rise again? Was this the end of the
world? Many suicides and other acts of desperation occurred
during this period, as the hours slowly ticked by and the unnatural
darkness lingered for what seemed to be an eternity rather
than a mere 24 hours. Then, at 6:02 a.m. Eastern Standard Time,
the sun (or moon and stars depending on one's geographic location)
shone again. People cheered and cried with relief everywhere.
Spontaneous parties and prayer broke out to celebrate the
fact that the world had not come to an end. The crisis, they
thought, was over.
They were wrong.

fears, many remained terrified of the night. Some would not
even venture out of their homes after sunset. Furthermore, monster
sightings increased in frequency, particularly at night. Psychologists
and government officials explained that the fear of
darkness and "seeing monsters" that weren't really there, was an
after-shock of the intense fear and violence that occurred on the
Dark Day. That many people were still suffering from a mild
form of post-traumatic syndrome, paranoia, phobias and numerous
other maladies resulting from shock and mental trauma.
They insisted that these fears would subside and that the monsters
were not real. They were wrong, at least about the monsters.
Starting at Dark Day, hundreds, perhaps thousands of people
had become monsters. Most of them were young, ranging in age
from thirteen to twenty. All of them were orphans, raised in institutions,
foster homes, or adopted by normal families. They
had led normal lives until their true forms manifested themselves.
Each of these "monsters" had a unique form, always inhuman.
Many were killed by terrified people, or killed
themselves due to horror or panic. The rest were able to run
away, hide, and later discovered that they could return to their
normal human form. However, they would also learn that during
times of stress, fear or desire, the change could reoccur spontaneously.
They also sensed that they were not alone. That during
the Dark Day, other "monsters," like them, appeared on Earth.
Even in human form, these "gifted" youths could sense the presence
of others of their kind whenever they were nearby. They
came to call themselves the "Nightbane" because it was at night
that they were transformed — reborn.
Some of these inhuman survivors were able to forsake and
contain the monster within, hide their nature from others, and
lead a normal life. Yet somehow, even they were discovered and
destroyed by either the police or other monsters that were systematically
tracking down all are Nightbane. Running seemed to
be the only way to survive, so the young Nightbane left their
homes and fled into the cities, where they could hide better
among the teeming millions.
The atmosphere of fear and chaos brought about major political
reform in America (and around the world). A new political
group, the Preserver Party, took advantage of the situation. The
party's platform was, "the preservation of American society at
all costs." It claimed that the current government had failed to
protect the American public. Before Dark Day, Preserver candidates
for the Presidency, Congress, and State positions had been
running way behind in the polls. None had ever captured more
than a 12% share of the voting public. After Dark Day, this
changed dramatically. The Preservers' numbers swelled as fearful
people, including many who hadn't bothered to vote before,
joined the party. The majority were inspired by the Preservers
charismatic leader, Presidential hopeful Douglas Carson. Meanwhile,
the officers and candidates of other political parties
seemed to be plagued by scandal, including the suspicious suicide
of a major presidential candidate.
When November, 2000 rolled by, Douglas Carson had been
elected president with 39% of the popular vote and carrying 31
states. Candidates from the Preserver Party managed to gain
roughly one-third of Congress and became dominant in several
states in the South, Midwest and Northwest. For the first time in
the history of the U.S., a three-party system was firmly entrenched
and a president from that "dark horse" group stood as
the leader of the country.
Political analysts predicted that the government would become
frozen by "gridlock" as the three parties all pulled in different
directions. However, shortly after the new government got underway,
many Republican and Democratic members of Congress
and the Senate fell into line with uncharacteristic
meekness, voting the way President Carson wanted them to vote,
time after time. Rumors of blackmail, bribery and corruption
soon swept the Capital. Reporters who tried to investigate the
matter were frustrated by a lack of any evidence to support any
such claims of impropriety. However, the situation became increasingly
troubling when a number of investigative reporters
met with accidents, madness or simply disappeared; more
strange coincidences in a long string of unlikely happenstance.
Meanwhile, the new Congress started passing a number of
laws designed to "reestablish order." The new laws greatly reduced
individual rights and included expanding police discretion
to conduct searches without a warrant, a national ID card, gun
registration and ownership restrictions. The new Congress also
restructured the Secret Service, disbanded the NSA, and created
a new security agency, the National Security Bureau (NSB),
with extremely broad powers and expansive jurisdiction. Less
than a year later, the NSB "discovered" a massive plot by the
FBI, CIA, and DBA to overthrow the U.S. government. The National
Security Bureau's probing investigations indicated that
Dark Day and the growing crime-rate around the country was
also part of the same plot. They also uncovered acts of alleged
insurrection by, or corruption within, other government agencies.
The public, long-accustomed to stories of government
abuse and desperate to find somebody to blame for the Dark
Day, believed the story. The NSB purged those agencies of
"conspirators," with scores of (innocent) government agents
convicted of terrible crimes and executed as traitors or imprisoned.
Others resigned and many vanished — fleeing justice and
evidence of their guilt, according to the NSB. Some really did
"vanish," whereabouts unknown even to old allies and loved
ones (presumed dead or imprisoned somewhere), but several
hundred went underground, to be later featured on America's
Most Wanted as "Enemies of Society."
In the year 2004, President Carson was re-elected with an
amazing 76% majority of the popular vote. A number of newspapers
and news agencies claimed that the elections had been
rigged. Civil liberties continued to be restricted. Gangs of Preserver
Activists (later known as "Preeverts") started acting as
unofficial terror squads, bullying and sometimes attacking people
who made too much noise against the government. The National
Rifle Association was one of the organizations to fall. The
NSB continued making arrests left and right.
By 2006, President Carson announced he'd be seeking a third
term in office, claiming that the current situation needed stable
leadership, and drawing comparisons between him and
Roosevelt in the 1930s and 40s. Reports continued pouring in about strange goings on in the White House and the Capital, despite
increased repression and news control.
And monsters continued to walk the streets after dark.
 
The NightBane

"Let me tell you what I think we are," Paulus, the oldest
Nightbane in the group, said. "We are dreams made flesh, nightmares
come to life. We are the walking embodiments of Humankind's
lusts and fears. They call us inhuman, but in some ways
we are more human than they are, for we wear our true nature
on the outside."
"I respectfully disagree," said Katya, absent-mindedly flapping
her gossamer wings. "We are the bastard children of the
Nightlands, and our power is to give shape to our souls. Our
Morphus is a pure soul, in all its beauty and horror, released
into the world to do God's work."
"Bull. I'll tell you what we are, kid," said Creepshow. He
flexed his hands and six-inch razor blades sprung from his leathery
fingers. "We're badasses."
Only a few facts are known about the Nightbane. They are
shape-changers, with a human form known as the Facade, and a monstrous form called the Morphus. No two Nightbane have the
same Morphus; in fact, a few are beautiful in an inhuman way.
All Nightbane are adopted children or orphans. Who their parents
are, and where they come from, remains unknown to them.
They are" supematurally strong and resistant to damage, have
several different supernatural powers, and have life spans measured
in centuries. They are able to travel freely into the Nightlands,
either by walking through mirrors or through magical
gates. They can also sense the presence of others of their kind,
which is good because the Nightlords' minions mercilessly hunt
down the Nightbane, neither giving nor asking for any mercy.
There are many theories and rumors about the Nightbane, especially
among their own kind. Some say they are beings of pure
energy that take human form in an instinctive effort to blend in.
When a Nightbane is killed in Morphus form, his body dissolves
into a pool of black light which dissipates in a manner of seconds,
lending credence to that theory. When he dies in his human
form, the Facade decomposes like a normal human body.
Other occultists think the Nightbane have the power to manifest
their soul or their personality in the Morphus. Their proof is the
fact that the Morphus' shape is typically related to the fears,
likes or dislikes of the Nightbane. Nobody knows whether either
theory is right; a few think that maybe both are right and wrong
at the same time.
Nightbane have existed for centuries before Dark Day. Some
students of the occult believe that they were the result of accidental
cross-overs. They were foundlings, children who were
sometimes adopted by human families or even animals. Most
Nightbane lived out their lives without suspecting their inhuman
origins; they lived and died as normal humans, and their Facades
decomposed with the passage of time. The few who had their
identities revealed gave rise to the legends of demons, werewolves,
changelings, and faerie children. These Nightbane discovered
they aged very slowly and learned to use their
supernatural powers and monstrous visage to their benefit; some
for good, others for evil. In the dawn of history, some of these
beings were worshipped as gods on Earth, and founded entire
empires. Some of the animal-headed gods of Egypt and the
mythical god-kings of Mesopotamia are believed to be Nightbane
whose powers manifested themselves.
Eventually, awe gave way to fear. By the Middle Ages, the
Nightbane were considered to be demons and hunted down everywhere.
The ones who survived persecution lived in hiding,
often traveling the world never staying in one place for long, especially
as the passage of years did not tarnish their physical appearance.
Some Nightbane formed secret societies and
established a system of mutual assistance. The rules for these organizations
were usually simple: Hide your Morphus from humans,
do not harm humans unless absolutely necessary, and help
any Nightbane you encounter. Safe houses, usually in the countryside,
away from towns, were built by these refugees. Any new
member of their race was approached quickly, usually as soon as
his/her powers manifested and offered shelter and protection.
Those who were Nightbane but whose nature had not been
awakened were watched but left alone, since chances were they
might never transform, especially if the change hadn't occurred Dark Day changed all of this. Before that time, there were
only a few hundred manifested Nightbane worldwide. But the
coming of the Dark and the mystical energies unleashed during
the process caused every potential Nightbane in the world to be
revealed through transformation. Thus, the number of Nightbane
has increased a hundredfold. However, their awakenings did not
all occur simultaneously. Throughout the Dark Day, approximately
half of all the Nightbane in the world had manifested,
while the rest remained unaltered. These late bloomers would
"awaken" over the next year or so. Furthermore, since Nightbane
abilities appear only after puberty, there are still thousands
of unsuspecting children who will become inhuman beings over
the next several years.
From the beginning, the minions of the Nightlords have tried
to destroy the Nightbane. Even those Nightbane who made contact
and offered their services to the Ba'al are usually eliminated!
Many consider this policy to be insane, since such
aggression leaves the Nightbane no option but to oppose the
Nightlords and their hellish minions. Perhaps the Ba'al fear the
Nightbane so much that they dare not allow them to live even as
slaves or loyal soldiers at their side. This has led some to believe
that Earth's salvation may lie in the hands of these unwanted
children of the night."

in small groups, hiding from the authorities and giving little
thought to anything other than their survival. Some of these independents
are still out there, but they are the most vulnerable
and short-lived, falling easy prey to the Nightlords and their
minions. Eventually, however, the "newbies" or "nightbabies,"
as they are sometimes known, run into one of the larger groups
of Nightbane . These groups, commonly called "the Factions,"
are loose organizations that operate on a regional, national, or
even world-wide scale. The Factions vary widely in power,
numbers, and goals. Some of them include humans, sorcerers
and even vampires and other supernatural beings in addition to
Nightbane.
 
More information to come on Nightbane as a race, once I see interest and start things up.

Basics.

What are they: A persona forming morphic race of beings.

What does that mean?: Their true form, is that of which whom they are. If one is charming, and atractive. Their true form may be either a really attractive creature, or a ugly one. If that same person loves to cook, and use knives. They have sharp bladed claws. If that person is a medic, they heal people with healing powers. So on, so forth. From turning into machine creatures. To bestial forms. They have limitless potential of what they can turn out to be.

So, what exactly is the science behind what I can do? What types of Nightbane are there?:

Will answer that, in due time. ^_^ When we do character sheets, it will be shown for your consideration, and options. With limits to how much your allowed to have. This is due to the exact forwardness to the transformation. That is based on the soul, and psychi of the Nightbane.
 
Now, I know it is a LOT to read. But, I guarantee a fun rp can come of this.
 
I think this story has great potential, now an OOC thred and one where people can post their characters
 
http://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=40782&pid=1079848#pid1079848

Character creation. ^^^^^

http://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=40782&pid=1079848#pid1079848

Ooc chat ^^^^^^^^^^^^
 
Hooooohohoooly crap, this is interesting. Havent been this excited about a new rp in quite some time. I'm going to taken a look at the OOC and character pages.
 
Wow, glad you have interest. I been worried I failed my dream idea. :p

Go ahead and make your character if you want. Remember there are no limits to what you can be. Even a robot is exceptable! My character has metal grafted armor on his chest. And knife claws. He is also a bestial wolf.
 
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