[CamRI] RI Game of the Month Teaser's

[dimmak at cox.net]

Hello North East Region,

As you might have heard, Rhode Island will be holding its GOTM the third weekend of October. This will be a weekend long event where we will have two games of Requiem and Awakenning. Common to both venues is the foul weather that has been harrasing Rhode Island, specifically in the Newport area, the state is in political turmoil as unlikely canidates win their party nominations, and murders ar let off on community service.

With out further ado I present the trailers for the Providence games:
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AWAKENING

	The air was heavy with ozone, and the distant peal of thunder could be heard. Her sun dress rustled as she finished sipping the tea, “Looks like we have another storm brewing, Margarete. They do seem to be getting more frequent.”  Placing her cup down she flashed a smile to her companion across the porch table.
	Eyes lit from beneath the brim of her hat Margarete spoke, “Well, Thrysus, you know how we can resolve this.” A wicked smile as she reached for the tea.
	With a sigh as if the world might end the Thrysus exasperated, “Yes, yes. But you know her beau would never let that happen. I thought the poodle skirt was out of style. Look who is coming up the way now.” Quickly the two covered their faces with a warm and welcoming expression. Margarete delayed just long enough to say that perhaps the Thrysus' evaluation might be incorrect.
	“Why look here! Mrs. Cleaver so nice of you to join us,” exalted Margarete.
	“Indeed, do tell us how your 'little girls' are getting along, you know that equal rights movement and all that,” waved the Thrysus.
	The woman coming up the walk was dressed in her 50's clothes. She appeared to be a bookish girl with her hair pulled up tight. Hugging her texts smiled sheepishly back, “You know my name isn't that. Why must you insist on calling me such names? I thought we were friends and as for my so-called little girls; they are young women! Sleepers that we just need to enlighten... urk....” Her words were cut short as with trembling hands she slowly lets the texts fall. Soundlessly her eyes searched around, befuddled.
	She looked over her shoulder and the recognition of betrayal waved over her face. With horror  and confusion she slumped back into his arms. He stood behind her his ebony eyes gazed down on her almost with pity before they coldly looked up at the other women, he withdrew the knife stained red with her blood. 
	Jumping to her feet the Thrysus exclaimed, “Victor! I would never had thought you would go through with it.” 
	Dismissing her, Margarete moved quickly to the slumping woman, “Really Thrysus, help me get her inside and on the table before she is worthless to us.”  Gently Victor released her into the grasps of the the women.

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REQUIEM

	“Well what have you brought me today, my pet?” said Marcus Sidonius Melus, Prince of Newport, consort to the Goddess Artemis, as he took the parchment. Niswi Amik held down her contempt but could not prevent her eyes from lingering angrily upon the casket that he so meticulously cared for.
	Niswi Amik spoke eloquently and enchantingly, “A letter, Great Heirophant. An invitation if you will; one not meant for you.” His eyes widened as he unrolled the parchment. It read:

“Dear Esteemed Members of Our Society,

You are cordially invited to attend the one year anniversary of the Praxis of Don Sabatino Buonnano,   Prince of Providence. Please come and celebrate the stability he has brought this past good year.

On October the 20th the celebrations shall begin and proceed until evening on the 21st. A special ceremony will be performed that Saturday evening to honor Don Sabatino Buonnano's excellent leadership.

Thank you,
Tschitquihilleu Elauwit
Herald by appointment of Don Sabatino Buonnano”

	The onion colored paper crumpled under the firm grasp of Marcus, “So my old friend, you still do not see the errors of your faith.” The young Narragansett gazed longingly at the coffin, “I will make them remember what these white monsters brought here; what they have done to you my goddess.” His eyes hawk-like fixed upon Niswi Amik actually make her baulk under the gaze.
	“Niswi, we will send a proclamation on the 21st and see how these white men respond. Let this Don know that he exists only at my whim. This young chief has no power in my land and my borders now extend to all things east of capitol. I split now the Plantation of Providence and allow this Don to govern the west.” As Niswi Amik bowed a smile unseen by Marcus crept across her face.
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I hope to see you all there!

James A Rugiero
US2002023492
DST RI 001 D