grotsnik
Arcane
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@LAcLOnguaN - wHY tHE AbaNDONmeNt Of mAlK iRReGULar CaPiTALisAtIoN? FucK, NOw I sEe WhY, It'S A fUCkinG PaiN. Ah WeLl.
@ironyuri - You did indeed miss out on valuable information by not heading to the meeting on time. Though there's plenty of hilariously unsubtle foreshadowing in that in every chapter and especially the prologue
And since Erebus asked, here's a Codex entry.
The Centurion
"Ha! You fools! You do not realise that I have a force greater than any of you at my beck and call! Centurion, come forth! Morituri de salutant! Centurion! ...Centurion?"
The Ventrue Roger Partlow, shortly before his death at the hands of Sabbat thugs.
Nobody is certain of the provenance of the Centurion - even amongst the oldest vampires in London, who have only ever known this strange, chaotic, Latin-speaking creature as an unknown terror - a terrifying, Kindred-slaying ghost in the night. Some report that the clanking Roman armour it has been seen in is nothing more than a costume shop prop. Others claim to have spotted it in a mechanic's uniform, or even an old, dusty tux.
What is clear is that this decaying, shambling creature has no loyalties, and no mission...or, at least, none that any Kindred have been able to understand. It appears to revel in pure chaos, strolling into Sabbat warehouses, Camarilla hangouts, or Anarch dens, massacring at will with peculiar spells and a rusted gladius. Sometimes it will take sides, choosing apparently at random to protect one group against another. At other times it will simply slaughter all present...or even pass by with nothing more than a cheerful greeting of 'Ave' and perhaps a macabre gift. It moves quickly, seeming to appear and disappear, and no Kine authority or media outlet has ever seemed to pick up on its existence.
Many have attempted to bring down the Centurion (certainly, it strikes with a carelessness that is forever in danger of breaking the Masquerade)...and many more have attempted to win it over to their side. Both efforts habitually end in failure - sometimes mortal. With surprising frequency, idiotic Sabbat members will claim that the Centurion is actually on their side, only to have it immediately murder its way through one of their hideouts. Even a few elder Kindred who really ought to have known better lost their lives after conversing with the creature in Latin, convincing themselves that they'd successfully manipulated it into working for them, then led an assault on their enemies...only to find that the Centurion had vanished, often butchering some of its 'allies' beforehand. These last points have led many vampires to speculate that - whatever the true nature of the Centurion - it possesses a grand sense of humour.
@ironyuri - You did indeed miss out on valuable information by not heading to the meeting on time. Though there's plenty of hilariously unsubtle foreshadowing in that in every chapter and especially the prologue
And since Erebus asked, here's a Codex entry.
The Centurion
"Ha! You fools! You do not realise that I have a force greater than any of you at my beck and call! Centurion, come forth! Morituri de salutant! Centurion! ...Centurion?"
The Ventrue Roger Partlow, shortly before his death at the hands of Sabbat thugs.
Nobody is certain of the provenance of the Centurion - even amongst the oldest vampires in London, who have only ever known this strange, chaotic, Latin-speaking creature as an unknown terror - a terrifying, Kindred-slaying ghost in the night. Some report that the clanking Roman armour it has been seen in is nothing more than a costume shop prop. Others claim to have spotted it in a mechanic's uniform, or even an old, dusty tux.
What is clear is that this decaying, shambling creature has no loyalties, and no mission...or, at least, none that any Kindred have been able to understand. It appears to revel in pure chaos, strolling into Sabbat warehouses, Camarilla hangouts, or Anarch dens, massacring at will with peculiar spells and a rusted gladius. Sometimes it will take sides, choosing apparently at random to protect one group against another. At other times it will simply slaughter all present...or even pass by with nothing more than a cheerful greeting of 'Ave' and perhaps a macabre gift. It moves quickly, seeming to appear and disappear, and no Kine authority or media outlet has ever seemed to pick up on its existence.
Many have attempted to bring down the Centurion (certainly, it strikes with a carelessness that is forever in danger of breaking the Masquerade)...and many more have attempted to win it over to their side. Both efforts habitually end in failure - sometimes mortal. With surprising frequency, idiotic Sabbat members will claim that the Centurion is actually on their side, only to have it immediately murder its way through one of their hideouts. Even a few elder Kindred who really ought to have known better lost their lives after conversing with the creature in Latin, convincing themselves that they'd successfully manipulated it into working for them, then led an assault on their enemies...only to find that the Centurion had vanished, often butchering some of its 'allies' beforehand. These last points have led many vampires to speculate that - whatever the true nature of the Centurion - it possesses a grand sense of humour.