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Alchemy is both a form of witch craft, and healing. The people who have practiced Alchemy for many years, are now at a loss for words. The ruler of the land, William Taft. Has made the practice of Alchemy banned. Yet the public don't know is that, despite his banning, he has a team of Alchemist working for him round the clock, to make a formula that grant eternal life in New York. Other Alchemist hearing about this, have joined in with the research.There were many of them, all gathered for one purpose. To create never ending life. There were some who thought it to be beyond foolish, and the others who thought it was to poke fun at their religion. Then their were the ones who gathered at the Advena Avis. A ship, to better their security.The Alchemist weren't allowed to leave once they entered, so none of the progress could be reported to outsiders.
The Mobs caught on to this and sent in their own Alchemist. So maybe they could get a ear to the ground. It worked, they got a few people in, others were caught and killed. The few Mobs that got in were Martillo, Mafia and Gandor.
On the forty-second day of voyage the person who gathered them all on that giant ship - [ The Organizer ] pulled them all into the great hall, were there where symbols drawn every where, and they were told to stand in a cycle to begin the ritual. The Alchemists didn't know what was going on, but in fear for their own lives and their families, they did as they were told. They were told to chant four lines over and over again. The ruler of this all said it would finish their goal. So the Alchemist did as they were told with much pleasure. They were going to summon a demon. Many people had tried to call forth this demon, this bodiless entity, but they had failed. Those who succeeded and survived were declared mentally touched in the head. They would mumble to them selves about how horrible it was. The ones who made it had all killed them selves. How ever this time it was different. No one knows why, but the demon appeared and filled twenty-two empty whine bottles, with a liquid that would make a person immortal. Maybe the demon wished that he might stir up a bit more commotion, be he gave [ The Organizer ] the formula to make more.Yet there was a final bit that the demon left the people with before silencing; they had one more gift. If one of them were to place their right hand upon the head of anyone else who had drank the potion - they'd be able to lose some of their knowledge and impart it upon that person. . .or they could devour that person and steal all their memories and knowledge.
The seed of a poison's flower only began to grow from this point. It's roots wrapped around any one near. The people entangled with it, lead the destiny of sorrow, pain, and death.
How ever to fully see the scorn of the events, the demon took the form of a girl.
The main person blamed for the incident was of course [the Organizer]. Upon the revelation of the formula for immortality - he refused to share it. He claimed it was too dangerous and terrible a concoction to be known. Some better hearted people on board agreed with him while some, angry bitter and greedy individuals, scorned the idea as a hoarder's folly. Yet despite what he said, [the Organizer] lied. He did tell one person. Later that evening he went to his brother's room and by grasping his head, imparted half the knowledge of how to make the potion. This was supposed to make it so that if someone were to eat [the Organizer] they'd not get the whole potion. How ever their was one who over heard this conversation [ The Know-it-all ]- the lead figure against the [the Organizer]'s selfishness.
It had only been six hours since the ritual was complete when everything went to hell.
[The know-it-all] devoured four people before anyone even knew what was going on. Had [the Child] not discovered a pile of clothing on deck - they might have all been eaten. At first they had no way of knowing who was attacking them - at least until [the know-it-all] made a mistake. [The Fiance], future wife of [The Organizer]'s brother, had not drank the potion yet, she was saving it in a vial out of fear. That was all that protected her when the Beast placed his hand upon her head and attempted to eat her. Her screams drew the [Organizer], [Criminal], and [Laughing Man] to her, and after a brief confrontation [the Laughing Man] tackled [the know-it-all] over board where both of them vanished into the sea. The sailors were safe. . .but they soon discovered something terrible. [The Organizer]'s brother had been eaten by [The know-it-all]. They could not die - not even by drowning. [The know-it-all], who now had half the formula, would surely hunt the rest of them down. Yet it was not only that - what of the others?
None of the remaining fifteen alchemists could trust each other and so they all went their separate ways in Portugal.
1931
It has been three hundred years since events on board the Advena Avis. The world has changed in many great ways - it is still changing. Yet there were still the Immortals - those who had not changed in the slightest. These men and women had existed through hundreds of years of changing history through plagues, wars, and change in governments. For a time some of the immortals kept in touch but that has long since ceased - where once they were twenty two strong, now they are only nine. Some were locked in terrible cycles they could not escape from but for the most part they were devoured by [the know-it-all]. The fear of [the know-it-all] has put the rest on watch - fearful that they too will be devoured and their knowledge stolen.
Yet the gravity of a situation will never relinquish those involved in it. Once more the alchemists are gathering around [the Organizer] - the man who got them involved with all this mess in the first place. This time however it seems mostly coincidental and unintentional. It seems fated that they would come together here in New York, 1931, during the hay days of the mafia families and civil disobedience of the city. The immortals exist in all walks of life among those regular, mortal humans, and so weave their way in and out of history. Now it would seem is the time for them to come together and decide how to best end this farce they've been perpetuating far too long.
It's about time that a stupid commotion should start up in New York City.
