This idea’s been bouncing around my skull for a while now and I wanted to get some input from you guys : has anyone tried to add the Fate and Stephen Alzis to their UA campaign?
Aside from the whole DG/UA Tynes connection, I’ve always thought that Alzis and his sorcerous cronies would make perfect additions to the New York occult scene. Kind of a more subtle and old school TNI, far less interested in shaking things up the way Alex Abel’s crew are.
And that’s probably what’s scariest about them. Here’s the world’s most badass sorcerer (or whatever the hell he is), with a stranglehold on not only the local occult underground (what, you really believed the Sleepers were behind it?) but also the major NY crime families, and what does he do?
No one’s got a freakin’ clue.
Now that’s got to have every clued-in duke on the eastern seaboard more than a little scared.
Some ideas I had while I was at work today:
Stephen Alziz is a Sleeper agent
The mysterious past, the domination of the Fate, the ungodly influence… Amazing what some carefully applied cliomancy can do, no? Think about it, the guy is in the perfect position to keep the New York OU under wraps, not to mention keep his Sleeper allies clued-in on what’s going down in his neck of the woods.
Hell, the Fate’s early attemps to take over the NY crime families might be what made the Sleepers drop the hammer in the first place. Alzis is just there to keep them and everyone else in line.
Stephen Alzis is a demon
Let’s face it, people have been dying for a really long time now, so there are probably some VERY old demons hanging out on either side of the veil (those Loa guys, for instance), many of which might very well have been sorcerors during life. Alzis would have to be freakin’ ancient considering how powerful he’s supposed to be. Plus it explains how he keeps dying and coming back : possession and plastic surgery do wonders.
Stephen Alzis doesn’t exist
Or at least he didn’t until recently. See the Fate were having problems with their whole “let’s take over organised crime” plan long before the Sleepers hit town (for obvious reasons). So they created a figurehead, a Keiser Soze style boogeyman to strike fear into the hearts of their enemies.
Everything was going great until one day they walked into their offices and found their fabrication calmly sitting behing a desk filling his nails. Whatever happened to the ones who told him to buzz off, it was enough to scare the others into his service.
What is he? Does it really matter? He is Stephen Alzis. He rules New York.
You do NOT fuck with him.
Although I’d suggest that’s among the many things you’d hear of Mr. Alzis. I’m liking that third one the best; Stephen Alzis doesn’t exist. Or rather, he does. Sorta.
You can never have too many whacko freakshow circus troops parading the Occult Underground.
And a little tightly-knit conspiracy involving a group of independant film-makers, an entropomancer, and a vidiot – would be a wonderful instrument to put something to life that never was. (They probably met an AA meeting.)
Which, along some curvy lines, leads us back to some crazy-ass dude in a wrinkled business suit and a long hippiesque hair-do sitting at that desk and filing his nails, and half-digesting those words that seemed to resemble “Fack off”. Half-digesting only, because he already had begun to formulate his blood-curdling retort, and plan through strategies of how to display the wonderful other uses for a nail file (one of them being an adaptation into an improvised instrument of stabbing.)
And if that isn’t more dark than savvy to make your skin crawl, right now – for some odd reason – I’m picturing Stephen Alzis to be the spittin’ image of Iggy Pop, or Janis Joplin – depends on the nutcase telling you about it.
Just don’t ask me why.
Well, actually, to spell out some more nitty-gritty things: What the Sleepers did back when was to snuff out the Big mojo out of the Big Apple. They prevented something, or someone, or both – from ever having existed. And they sure as hell never saw it coming when Mr. Alzis’ non-existence took a new turn and would wind up again as a cosmic boot-print on their asses.
Or so, the voices in my head do tell me.
The moral of the story is to not mess around with the Big Apple. If life can find a way, so can mojo, and so can things that go bump in the night. Mr. Alzis is back, he’s not himself anymore, rather some sketch of what he was believed to be, and Stevie is now really pissed. And I actually heard this unsettling song from a bird that it’s not “Stephen” anymore but rather “Stephanie“. Which would make me have to double-back and make that “Ms.” Alzis.
Hell hath no fury.
You sir, Mr. Wratts, do indeed rock.
Doesn’t matter how tough you are, you can’t take a few cliomantic major charges without at least something screwed up happening to you.
Of course now I really want to get the Sleeper book.
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