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Tyche
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New Orleans, Louisiana
The French Quarter
Vieux Carre Historic District
Vieux Carre Historic District
MONDAY
Thunderstorms Early
High/Low
85°/74°
Precipitation
100%
Wind
SE 6 mph
Humidity
91%
High/Low
85°/74°
Precipitation
100%
Wind
SE 6 mph
Humidity
91%
TUESDAY
Scattered Thunderstorms
High/Low
84°/76°
Precipitation
40%
Wind
ESE 8 mph
Humidity
80%
High/Low
84°/76°
Precipitation
40%
Wind
ESE 8 mph
Humidity
80%
WEDNESDAY
Scattered Thunderstorms
High/Low
86°/76°
Precipitation
50%
Wind
SE 7 mph
Humidity
76%
High/Low
86°/76°
Precipitation
50%
Wind
SE 7 mph
Humidity
76%
THURSDAY
PM Thunderstorms
High/Low
86°/76°
Precipitation
60%
Wind
SW 7 mph
Humidity
76%
High/Low
86°/76°
Precipitation
60%
Wind
SW 7 mph
Humidity
76%
FRIDAY
PM Thunderstorms
High/Low
86°/76°
Precipitation
60%
Wind
WSW 7 mph
Humidity
74%
High/Low
86°/76°
Precipitation
60%
Wind
WSW 7 mph
Humidity
74%
SATURDAY
Partly Cloudy
High/Low
88°/77°
Precipitation
20%
Wind
ESE 9 mph
Humidity
71%
High/Low
88°/77°
Precipitation
20%
Wind
ESE 9 mph
Humidity
71%
SUNDAY
Partly Cloudy
High/Low
87°/77°
Precipitation
20%
Wind
E 13 mph
Humidity
75%
High/Low
87°/77°
Precipitation
20%
Wind
E 13 mph
Humidity
75%
New Orleans, Louisiana The French Quarter
All that come to New Orleans are looking for a thrill, whether it's Mardi Gras or the Voodoo Music & Arts Experience, with bags packed, wallets half-full, and stomachs half-empty. With grand festivals and even grander feasts, New Orleans, Louisiana is the place to be for the young-at-heart who wish to explore the world and find true happiness that pairs with independence. Under sunlight, many tourists pass through the streets with a cheerful guide that seems to know every little tidbit about the city. They tell you about Hurricane Katrina and how the parts of the city developed before the late 19th century the French Quarter remained substantially dry. That guide, who just so happens to own a little herbal shoppe at the end of the city, will tell you all about how World War II brought thousands of servicemen and war workers to New Orleans. The war produced a larger, more permanent presence of exotic risqué, and often raucous entertainment on the most famous strip: Bourbon Street. In the sun, Bourbon Street was all glamour and decadence, but at night, well, that was when the fun really began.
Those that have been engraved within New Orleans (their parents were born there and their grandparents were born there), know that the secrets run deep under the streets. Werewolves pass through every now and then, straying from their pack for a cold beer in the Half Moon Bar & Restaurant. Vampires come and go, usually looking for a few unsuspecting victims to help them with a side project or two. The Witches are the ones that run The French Quarter. They watch over the humans who are looking for a cheap thrill and make sure they don't run into a hungry vampire or a naughty wolf. Their power runs deep beneath the soil and every now and then they are faced with a dilemma that could rip apart New Orleans.
As of late, more and more Vampires have come through the area. The Witches believe it has something to do with a certain Original that has taken refuge in an old manor in the middle of the city. She hasn't bothered anyone just yet, but the streets have become uneasy as Vampires lurk within the shadows. No human has been harmed since her arrival, but who could truly trust an Original with a thousand year old hunger that follows her and her siblings wherever they go. The Witches have been meeting more and more often, watching, waiting, and hoping that something happens soon before they all lose their minds. It's not everyday that vampires, werewolves, and witches all come to the same city to do their dirty work. Conspiring can happen all across the world, so why was everyone coming to New Orleans, Louisiana? It certainly wasn't for the food or the mimes that walked down every fake flight of stairs that appeared in their vicinity. Though, those are some pluses when coming to the French Quarter. However, if even the Witches can't understand what the appeal is for every species then what is driving everyone to hop on a bus, a train, or a plane and come here. Something is tilted the Balance of Nature and the Witches are biting their nails at this point. Not even the Ancestors can give them insight on what is in store for the French Quarter.
It's Monday night, thunderclouds roll through, but no rain has paved the streets. It's about the time where the bands begin to pack their bags and the one-street-wonders stay out, rattling their hats for cash in exchange for a tune or two. Any tourists have congregated into the bar or they have decided to stay out at one of the many nightclubs that hide between establishments, with only a small neon sign to alert people of their presence. Not many people are out on the streets, not with a storm rolling through, but those that do either have a purpose or are ready to conspire. In the middle of the city, the old manor sits, locks upon it's gates and no lights indicating that the eldest Original inhabits it's walls at this time of night.
There are whispers of war. There are mentions of deceit. If one Original comes then won't they all?
Those that have been engraved within New Orleans (their parents were born there and their grandparents were born there), know that the secrets run deep under the streets. Werewolves pass through every now and then, straying from their pack for a cold beer in the Half Moon Bar & Restaurant. Vampires come and go, usually looking for a few unsuspecting victims to help them with a side project or two. The Witches are the ones that run The French Quarter. They watch over the humans who are looking for a cheap thrill and make sure they don't run into a hungry vampire or a naughty wolf. Their power runs deep beneath the soil and every now and then they are faced with a dilemma that could rip apart New Orleans.
As of late, more and more Vampires have come through the area. The Witches believe it has something to do with a certain Original that has taken refuge in an old manor in the middle of the city. She hasn't bothered anyone just yet, but the streets have become uneasy as Vampires lurk within the shadows. No human has been harmed since her arrival, but who could truly trust an Original with a thousand year old hunger that follows her and her siblings wherever they go. The Witches have been meeting more and more often, watching, waiting, and hoping that something happens soon before they all lose their minds. It's not everyday that vampires, werewolves, and witches all come to the same city to do their dirty work. Conspiring can happen all across the world, so why was everyone coming to New Orleans, Louisiana? It certainly wasn't for the food or the mimes that walked down every fake flight of stairs that appeared in their vicinity. Though, those are some pluses when coming to the French Quarter. However, if even the Witches can't understand what the appeal is for every species then what is driving everyone to hop on a bus, a train, or a plane and come here. Something is tilted the Balance of Nature and the Witches are biting their nails at this point. Not even the Ancestors can give them insight on what is in store for the French Quarter.
It's Monday night, thunderclouds roll through, but no rain has paved the streets. It's about the time where the bands begin to pack their bags and the one-street-wonders stay out, rattling their hats for cash in exchange for a tune or two. Any tourists have congregated into the bar or they have decided to stay out at one of the many nightclubs that hide between establishments, with only a small neon sign to alert people of their presence. Not many people are out on the streets, not with a storm rolling through, but those that do either have a purpose or are ready to conspire. In the middle of the city, the old manor sits, locks upon it's gates and no lights indicating that the eldest Original inhabits it's walls at this time of night.
There are whispers of war. There are mentions of deceit. If one Original comes then won't they all?
All that come to New Orleans are looking for a thrill, whether it's Mardi Gras or the Voodoo Music & Arts Experience, with bags packed, wallets half-full, and stomachs half-empty. With grand festivals and even grander feasts, New Orleans, Louisiana is the place to be for the young-at-heart who wish to explore the world and find true happiness that pairs with independence. Under sunlight, many tourists pass through the streets with a cheerful guide that seems to know every little tidbit about the city. They tell you about Hurricane Katrina and how the parts of the city developed before the late 19th century the French Quarter remained substantially dry. That guide, who just so happens to own a little herbal shoppe at the end of the city, will tell you all about how World War II brought thousands of servicemen and war workers to New Orleans. The war produced a larger, more permanent presence of exotic risqué, and often raucous entertainment on the most famous strip: Bourbon Street. In the sun, Bourbon Street was all glamour and decadence, but at night, well, that was when the fun really began.
Those that have been engraved within New Orleans (their parents were born there and their grandparents were born there), know that the secrets run deep under the streets. Werewolves pass through every now and then, straying from their pack for a cold beer in the Half Moon Bar & Restaurant. Vampires come and go, usually looking for a few unsuspecting victims to help them with a side project or two. The Witches are the ones that run The French Quarter. They watch over the humans who are looking for a cheap thrill and make sure they don't run into a hungry vampire or a naughty wolf. Their power runs deep beneath the soil and every now and then they are faced with a dilemma that could rip apart New Orleans.
As of late, more and more Vampires have come through the area. The Witches believe it has something to do with a certain Original that has taken refuge in an old manor in the middle of the city. She hasn't bothered anyone just yet, but the streets have become uneasy as Vampires lurk within the shadows. No human has been harmed since her arrival, but who could truly trust an Original with a thousand year old hunger that follows her and her siblings wherever they go. The Witches have been meeting more and more often, watching, waiting, and hoping that something happens soon before they all lose their minds. It's not everyday that vampires, werewolves, and witches all come to the same city to do their dirty work. Conspiring can happen all across the world, so why was everyone coming to New Orleans, Louisiana? It certainly wasn't for the food or the mimes that walked down every fake flight of stairs that appeared in their vicinity. Though, those are some pluses when coming to the French Quarter. However, if even the Witches can't understand what the appeal is for every species then what is driving everyone to hop on a bus, a train, or a plane and come here. Something is tilted the Balance of Nature and the Witches are biting their nails at this point. Not even the Ancestors can give them insight on what is in store for the French Quarter.
It's Monday night, thunderclouds roll through, but no rain has paved the streets. It's about the time where the bands begin to pack their bags and the one-street-wonders stay out, rattling their hats for cash in exchange for a tune or two. Any tourists have congregated into the bar or they have decided to stay out at one of the many nightclubs that hide between establishments, with only a small neon sign to alert people of their presence. Not many people are out on the streets, not with a storm rolling through, but those that do either have a purpose or are ready to conspire. In the middle of the city, the old manor sits, locks upon it's gates and no lights indicating that the eldest Original inhabits it's walls at this time of night.
There are whispers of war. There are mentions of deceit. If one Original comes then won't they all?
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