Northern Regional Premise 2007

It is often rumoured that during WWII Adolph Hitler commissioned the research and gathering of items of an occult nature. Human pride had overcome him and clearly he felt himself worthy to truck with things he had little to no understanding of. He believed he was to be the one true saviour of Germany, it was his destiny... that level of zealotry can be extremely dangerous. Blind faith is bad, blind faith in yourself is worse.

Rumour is rarely enough to convict, but in Home Front Great Britain any potential threat was to be dealt with, for Queen and country.

Of course, the Government had become aware of the various groups in the British Isles that were affiliated with, the research and documentation of the unknown. These groups, in various stages of organisation were monitored closely, then systematically approached and 'closed down'. Well, as much as you can close down a secret.

Some were scared off, some were paid and those that fought the decisions of the government found themselves imprisoned or in some extremely rare cases... people disappeared entirely.

From the inside

Of course the Secret Organisations hadn't been closed down ... how can you close something internationally ingrained? However, right now, in England it was the wrong time to be seen to be a member, to be rumoured to be a member or to even know someone who was a member. Things ground to a halt, it was a quite enough time as it was, with many members of all sorts of organisations being elsewhere or otherwise preoccupied with their day-jobs.

Only a few groups had fought back, a few smaller, less organised societies had been utterly wiped out and rumoured scuttled around of people "retiring abroad" or having their property repossessed. Now was not the time to be upsetting the Government, not at all.

Back on the Surface

England never properly recovered, on so many levels, the scars left by the War remained festering all over the country for so many years after it ended, rationing didn't even end until 1954.

Slowly and surely over the years the groups started to pick themselves up off the floor, or simply uncover themselves from their hidey-holes. New organisations started to emerge, old groups reformed, even the little drinking clubs started meeting up again down the local to discuss whatever it was that was on their minds. We all entered a much needed healing process.

Dr Nicholas Dominic Venai: He always loathed the thought his birthday was on UN day. He turned 65 this year, Happy Birthday Grandpa… but he'd spent most of it in a cell down his local clink after breaking a man's nose. No-one really knew why the quiet old academic had lashed out at the stranger that had visited him at his office. Venai had brought himself down to the Police station asking for some time to cool off, the man who had received the injury never surfaced even though Venai was sure he'd broken his nose.

He'd had terrible nightmares the night before, they'd shaken him up and set him off kilter straight away. Something was going horribly wrong and in the chilly and frankly uncomfortable cell in Stockport he suddenly realised what, well… at least part of it.

The Game

Dr Nicholas Dominic Venai is going to be holding a meeting … people would be shocked if they realised just how many people he knew, in what walks of life they trod and how he had been monitoring groups of people all over the country for near on seven years now. He didn't work for the government … god no, he loathed the government … he worked for his own sense of right and wrong. He worked for Great Britain although no-one had ever asked him too.

Things have picked up in urgency and to Dr Venai something is becoming increasingly more disturbing. It's time to stop watching and started doing, he supposes. Social niceties and expectations can go hang, differences likewise… anyone who would give a damn is welcome because that's exactly what we all have to start doing. He's not a fool; he understands that there will always be differences and other agendas but right now, that can get stuffed. He's expecting there'll be trouble, not everyone will want to hear it, but he can't not say it.

He'll personally contact every single bloody one of them if he has too… bloody pigheadedness runs strong in the Venai blood… all four of his brothers are the same.

OOC

A well connected academic will be putting the feelers and indeed a call out to any and all groups, gangs, organizations (his contacts will circulate the call among the GSO's as well), influential individuals (regardless of their ethical code) etc The only request for attendance is that you give a damn about the survival of their country – whether for your own malicious agenda, your greater sense of purpose or through guilt. Hell, even the Womens Institute get a shout out – of a kind.

There's scope for characters that fit with those ideals, characters who genuinely care, characters who are curious about what the hell it's all about or simply someone who sees a good opportunity to manipulate a situation. They'd have to be in a situation where they could hear about this meeting in one way or another – but I'm quite happy to deal with every character idea and how it would tie in with the premise.

If you already have an in-play character then you shall be hearing IC quite soon, if you wish to play and have a character in mind please contact me with a premise and sheet at fran.dale@gmail.com – or if you simply want to volunteer to NPC or want a go with a pre-genned character (of which there will be plenty to choose from) just drop me an email and we'll bash it out. It's a late one, bring caffeine.

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