Ultimate New York By Night

Welcome to New York City
First Session Notes

Game time: 6:30pm

-At the Apollo Theater in Harlem, the main Elysium in NYC, Corinth Rutledge, a wealthy playboy Ventrue known around town as the emissary of his powerful sire George, Sr., met and made fast friends with Eddie Dixby, a Tremere hacker and recent graduate of the Foustian Syndicate. While the Ventrue and Tremere clan are the pillars of power within the Camarilla sect, it is odd that Corinth and Eddie, two very different people from two very different walks of life, were able to become friends so quickly and with so little information about each other.

-In an alley outside the Apollo theater, Eddie and Corinth encounter a confused Kindred named Professor Diego Tori. Tori explains that he’s not sure why he’s there, and shows them a cellphone he claims to have found. The phone only contains one event marked on the calendar (today), along with the address of the Apollo theater. While he is explaining this to Eddie and Corey, the phone rings, and when Tori answers it, it triggers the explosion of 4 limousines in front of the Apollo. Sheriff Oswald, the Elder of the Bronx (a Brujah named Lawrence Parker) and the Elder of Manhattan (a Ventrue named Rios Espanada) were all killed in the attack, along with an as-yet-unknown number of other Vampires, Ghouls, and humans.

-Corinth, along with Eddie’s masters at the Syndicate, immediately conclude that if any New York Kindred was involved with bombings, it would be Deacon, an infamous Gangrel environmental extremist. Although Tori needs to be Accounted by the Prince, after a little cajoling by George Sr and the Syndicate elders, the characters agree to seek out Deacon. Deacon, who makes his home near the Brooklyn Zoo, is highly distrusted by the elders of New York, but still relatively tolerated in the city, thanks to his effective roles in the 1990’s Camarilla-Sabbat war.

-Eddie, Corinth and Tori get in a black sedan and have the driver (this expensive service is taken care of by Corey’s sire) take them to Deacon’s haven. There they find a hive of Anarchists, Punks, and all manner of environmental and anti-globalization extremists. Eddie uses the Discipline of Dominate on one of the Anarchists, and orders him to take the Coterie to see Deacon. In an underground lair beneath the building’s basement, the coterie finds Deacon and his top advisers discussing the bombing of the Apollo. After a brief discussion establishing that Deacon was not responsible for the attack, Deacon suggests that his protege, Orion, join the Coterie, in order to help them find out who really was behind the attack. Orion is also a Gangrel, and weirdly resembles the college student Leon O’Ryan who was brutally murdered in the parking lot of the Brooklyn Zoo 5 years, in what was widely seen as a political murder in order to convince the Zoo owners to sell it to Pentex, a massive worldwide conglomerate with its hands in all major businesses and commodities.

Game time: 8:00pm

-The coterie (Eddie, Corey, Tori, and Orion) decide they need to get Tori Accounted for, and through George Sr, Corey’s Sire, they arrange to meet with Prince Goldman at the Park Slope Armory, where he has convened his war council due to the attack on the Apollo. The coterie heads to the Armory, again courtesy of Corey’s Sire and his generous car service. After moving easily through the Mayor’s police security, the coterie stops in the foyer. Corey explains to Eddie that he has had a nagging suspicion about Tori’s cellphone. He remembers Tori getting a call, answering it, and then BOOM! Eddie, skilled with most any electronic device imaginable, diagnoses that the phone is, in fact, not a phone, but an elaborate detonator. This would seem to confirm their theory that the cellphone triggered the attack. After an uncomfortable exchange, the nervous and confused Tori confesses that he took the phone from a guy who “attacked him” at this apartment.

-Inside the Armory, the characters find Prince Goldman, the Elders of Brooklyn (a Toreador named Trula Marley) and Staten Island (a Brujah named Tony Bordski) along with virtually every Camarilla foot soldier, head breaker, and wet worker in the tri-state area. As the coterie moves through the crowd toward the Prince, they overhear a number of theories of who was behind the bombing, ranging from the reasonable (Deacon, Al-Qa’eda, Sabbat, etc) to the outlandish (aliens, Werewolves, the Spanish Inquisition, etc). After a tense exchange, Tori is established to be an Assamite, one who’s sire, a quite powerful one, has “supposedly” abandoned him. The coterie then explains that Tori was carrying the detonator to the bombs that blew up the Apollo. While normally it would be unimaginably outrageous to bring a strange Assamite who happens to be carrying evidence in a terrorist attack and a known cohort of the terrorist Deacon into the Prince’s lair, and on top of that ask for his blessing on the Assamite’s entrance into the Camarilla, but what can I say? These are strange times. The Prince, having bigger things to worry about than micro-managing, explains the Traditions to Tori, and orders the coterie to mentor Tori in the ways of Camarilla Kindred. In return, however, the coterie must assist in the investigation of the Apollo attacks…and stay out of trouble.

-Eddie decides that he can better help the investigation by “surfing the feeds,” scouring the internet for any information available. After returning to the Foustian Syndicate headquarters overlooking Washington Square Park, Eddie discovers that a group called Jundallah, what the US Government calls an “Al-Qa’eda affiliate,” has taken credit for the attack on the Apollo, forcing the Department of Homeland Security to close all US airports (and ruining Eddie’s flight to Beijing! Crap!). However, using his contacts in the hacking and cyber-warfare underworld, Eddie learns that Jundallah is actually a pro-democracy group funded by the CIA, and thus the reports of their involvement in attack on their paymasters are false. This is good news. It is not an Al-Qa’eda attack, which means that the airports will be open again soon. However, given the detonator and the location of the attack, the evidence points to it being a Kindred political act, and that can mean NO GOOD whatsoever for the Masquerade. Vampires have enough trouble hiding the simple act of feeding, much less an international terrorist incident.

Game time: 9:00pm

-Having no better leads, the rest of the coterie (Corey, Tori, and Orion) decides to figure out who attacked Tori in his apartment, since that’s who had the phone and presumably would be the one behind the attacks on the Apollo. They head to Tori’s apartment in Queens where they find the Professor’s Teaching Assistant cleaning up the apartment. After kicking her out, the coterie proceeds to search the apartment from top to bottom. In the bedroom closet, hidden away beneath piles of junk, Orion locates a black duffel bag filled with all manner of extremely sophisticated weaponry, including assault rifles, detonators, night vision goggles, and what appears to be a shotgun that shoots wooden stakes and shiny metal rods. They also discover what appears to be a shrink-wrapped kilo of cocaine or heroin, although Orion insists it isn’t a drug he’s ever smelled before. Tori, as confused as ever, tells them he has no idea how the bag got there.

-In the Kitchen, Orion befriends and talks with a pair of mice who live under the sink. They tell him that they remember another person in the apartment, a monkey with black flesh, who smelled of beans, outside air, and always made the room completely silent. Orion informs the rest of the coterie, still digging through the bedroom, and Tori explains that he has the same ability as the other person, that of making the room completely silent. Corey, jumping to conclusions, demands answers from the befuddled Assamite. He had the detonator, he has the bag of weapons, and the mice seem to think he’s been using his disciplines, so what gives? The Professor finally breaks down and confesses to what happened to him that awful night last week…

“The pain woke me up. I sat straight up in my bed, grabbing my neck like this. I was bleeding. Everywhere. I’m pretty sure my throat had been cut. I looked up, and he was right there on the edge of the bed. Not doing anything, just looking at me. Watching me bleed to death, the prick. I was angry! And…thirsty? Or hungry? Something…. So, then he just starts jabbering, jumps right into this speech, like he had it planned all out how he was going to fucking murder me in my own bed. He’s all “we’re Vampires, we can’t go in the sun, blah blah blah.” I didn’t know what the hell he was talking about. Vampires? What the hell? So I went for him. I tackled him to the ground right there and I guess…I mean…I drank all his blood. All of it. As soon as I was done, he just vaporized. Poof! Turned to ashes, which I inhaled a mouthful of. That’s what made me puke up all that blood on the floor there. And…that was last week, man. For the last 7 days I’ve been holed up in my office in the city trying to figure this all out. And that’s after, by the way, I nearly killed myself by walking outside at 7 in the morning since no one bothered to mention to me that I was a Vampire too. Anyway, he dropped the cellphone, and it had the address of the Apollo, and I only went because I wanted some answers. Really, that’s all I know about it. I wasn’t trying to lie to you guys I just didn’t know…are you going to kill me? I still don’t even know what I’ve done."

-Satisfied with the story, Corey sends George, Sr. a simple text on his BlackBerry reading “assamite 8 his sire.” The coterie searches the apartment one last time, and this time discovers an airline ticket in the Professor’s stack of papers. It’s a ticket dated 8 weeks ago from Mecca, Saudi Arabia to La Guardia Airport. The name on it is Mohammed Abdullah, though that doesn’t ring any bells with anyone. Strangely, when Tori hands the ticket to Corey, the ticket appears to be for Diego Tori. When he hands the ticket to Orion, the ticket appears to be for Corinth Rutledge. The ticket is apparently magical, being for whoever last touched it. However, Tori is immune to effects of magic (2pt Merit – Magic Resistant) and continues to see the item for its original holder, Mohammed Abdullah. The coterie also finds that Tori’s papers have been rummaged through, and they surmise that this “Mohammed Abdullah” has likely been following, and researching, Professor Tori for quite some time, at least a few months. The coterie then decides to take the kilo of “drugs” to a few of Orion’s Allies to see if they can provide some answers. However, when the coterie exits Tori’s apartment, they discover that the car service by George, Sr has abruptly and unexpectedly been terminated.

Game time: 10:45

-The coterie hops in Tori’s jeep and heads to see Cassandra, Orion’s ex-girlfriend and current employee of Developmental Neogenetics Amalgamated (DNA) a genetic engineering company. Upon meeting Cassandra, Tori and Corey notice that Cassandra calls Orion “Leon,” confirming their suspicion that Orion is, in fact, Leon O’Ryan, the college student murdered by Pentex thugs a few years ago. Unfortunately, Cassandra has no information on the kilo, so the coterie heads to Orion’s other friend, Francis Stoutemayer, a loyal college buddy and fellow warrior in the Earth Liberation Front, an environmental terrorist organization. Francis confirms to the group that the kilo is actually Semtex, powerful military explosives. Upon exiting, Corey notices that one of punks at Francis’ party is in the corner, whispering into his cellphone and acting suspicious. Orion, however, recognizes the kid as someone who hangs out there often, and thus advises they don’t make a big deal out of it. Cautiously, the coterie leaves the house in the jeep and immediately start looking for trouble.

-And they surely find it. Not a block from Francis’ house the party discovers they’re being followed by a couple of environmental punks, but not the ones Orion has ever seen at Francis’ place. The coterie decides to lead them to Orion’s haven, the Brooklyn Zoo, and into an ambush. When they reach the zoo, the party fans out and sets their trap. The punks, six of them now lightly armed, walk right into it. Corey, from the office, shouts into the loudspeakers “drop your weapons!” Some of the punks unwisely push forward, weapons out. Within moments, the punks are obliterated. The foolish ones who attempted to fight are left dead or grievously wounded, while the smart ones who tried to run are swiftly captured. Unfortunately, Corey discovers that in the heat of battle, the Assamite had shot and killed an endangered White Tiger, though he decides to keep this to himself for now.

-The coterie gathers up the punks, or what’s left of some of them, and brings them to the Alligator pens.

Game time: 12:00am Midnight

Cleaning Up Everyone's Mess
The Coterie Uncovers A New Haven

[Brooklyn Zoo]
The party had just finished wasting a few hippies cum violent ELF members who decided it was in their best interest to steal a bag full of military grade explosives from shadowy characters they had followed to the Brooklyn Zoo. Three of these fine young men had already been killed through various means and three more lay writhing in pain hog tied, all lying in wait to become a hungry den of alligators midnight snack. Its not easy to shake loose the lunch of the undead but seeing 6 humans fed to a den of ravenous alligators comes close. That mess was taken care of but there was still much to do at the scene of NYC’s as yet to be latest missing persons report. The group had been on park CCTV the entire time, the concrete was still had massive puddles of slowly coagulating blood, and a group of tigers was, for the first time in history perhaps, one inner-city poaching closer to extinction. The group decided that Eddie‘s help would be required to deal with the server room whose connected cameras were still silently recording. Corey decided that the best way to deal with the blood stains would be to spray everything down with cleaner, like he saw in the movies time and time again, however,O’Ryan suggested that she knew a couple of hungry wild animals that would make short work of the stains. By the time the park hyenas had finished lapping their tasty treat off the ground the Eddie had done enough hacking to keep the zoos experts busy for weeks. The only issue still on the groups mind was the dead tiger. O’Ryan was comforted by the fallen tigers mate only to be warned that the zoo must be respected and next time the animals would not be so eager to help O’Ryan and her friends.

[Kurt Teaches the Group How to Chop Cars]
The group wiped their hands clean, locked down the zoo and patted themselves on the back for a job well done. As the group grabbed their black duffel bag full of clues and guns they headed to their car only to realize that there was still another car in the parking lot that shouldn’t be there. To finish cleaning up their mess at the zoo the group quickly realized that they would also have to get rid of a car. A chance run in Corey had with a Brujah a long time ago was the groups only lead. Corey contacted Kurt and let him know that they would be bringing a Bronco direct for disposal. Kurt was a beast of among beasts but was quickly able to have the car stripped down to bare scrap within a few calls and the group quickly welcomed him. Its unsure who is helping who, Kurt certainly has the muscle firepower of a small army with contacts and allies who will aid the group well but Kurt also is a kindred on the run from the law for past indiscretions. Either way, saddled down with extra burden an entirely new dimension was added to the group with their inclusion of Kurt. As the party broke for rest and feeding Corey received a call from his employer and sire, George, Sr. informed Corey that his services as his social surrogate would no longer be needed and ended the call with an abrupt click.

[Corey Wakes up a New Man]
Evening night broke the suns spell and text messages from the night before were finally viewed they read, “Meet up at Pony Express”. Corey moved through his evening rituals as before but suddenly a new sense overwhelmed. First a headache that brought his mind to a screeching halt, flashes of light, and suddenly as is two decks of cards, each containing another persons thoughts his own and a past life not quite his were shuffled together in his mind with a crack Corey was someone different entirely. All of his senses seemed to suddenly gather more information, O’ Ryan’s keen sense of smell suddenly picked up something different, and most important most pressing of all was Corey’s new agenda. Corey suddenly felt as if a shop in Queens he had been to a hundred times a day for many years but couldn’t remember was calling him. It was an overpowering sensation and something that could only be sated through further investigation. As he and O’Ryan rode to the location in his mind Corey texted the other members about their change of plans. When the group finally arrived Corey was outside the shop staring in transfixed on its front windows which had long been frosted over with grime and dust. It was an unholy place of bad feelings and worse vibes.

[Little Shop of Horrors]
The group walked in and meandered through its clothed easels and small pedestals which had all abandoned their baubles to someone unknown to the group. The only clue was the silent thunder and unlit lightening stemming from ominous thunderheads billowing throughout the store. The largest plume seemed to be coming from the back of the shop particularly from an ancient barbarian perched on a bookcase. This was Xurdu, Slayer of Gods, a monster of a mortal who wore a rams skull as a war helmet and claimed to be looking for his trinkets. Eddie noticed a trapdoor that lead to the store house for the shop bellow its wooden floors, he and Corey stepped into the darkness to see what they could find of Xurdu’s baubles. At the bottom of the doors steps was a shotgun down to a small office where a light could be seen. As the groups eyes adjusted to darkness they saw an amazingly beautiful young woman splayed against the wall with a stake running through he body pinning here there against the wall in front a horrific kindred, a Nosferatu named Trapheim. This vampire was particularly hideous his face burned and twisted through evil, his skin was black and thick like tar with only bones breaking their way through his skin breaking the outline of his body. He was the most innocent child’s worst nightmare made a reality. The group quickly jumped into high adrenaline mood and had the meat of the group grab his most powerful firearm his pump action shotgun, O’Ryan popped her claws, Tori pulled squatted just below the lights edge and readied his legendary whip imbued with the anger of 200 years of slavery, all while Eddie hide a manifested wooden stake in his coat. Corey played the role of diplomat and informed the ghoul in his basement that the shop belonged to him and the Nos would need to find a new haven to haunt. The devil snorted are Corey’s demand and told him that if Corey and his group wanted to make claim to the shop they would would have to take it by force. In an act of sincere demand Corey moved to place his hands on the nearest artifact showing the beast that they meant every word the said. Just as Corey’s finger tips touched the closet closest gem the aberration lunged at Corey claws digging deep into his shoulders knocking Corey to the ground prone on his back. Eddie watched on to stunned to move as the ghoul snarled shooting blood and puss into Corey’s face. Blood and adrenaline poured into Corey’s muscle and in almost vestigial response more than self defense shoved the beast off of his self and slammed him onto his back. Eddie’s wits raced back to him and in a shift single shift maneuver slammed his stake into the center of the vampire’s chest tearing through tar and ivory. The tip of the blade came within inches of the kindred’s heart but fell just short of its intended mark. The rest of the group outside heard the commotion and rushed in to aid Corey and Eddie. Patrick threw his whip into the room directly at the monsters face, the thongs on the whip screamed through the air and dug into the vampire’s face sinking in deep and taking hold before pulling back taking the flesh and sinew with them. Corey seized the opportunity and pounded the stake deeper into the chest of the beast. Ultimately it would be the stake’s creator who forced the weapon deep enough into the monster dropping him to the floor. O’Ryan and Kurt arrived just seconds after the action ended only seconds after it began.

The woman, still pinned to the wall, began to moan and the group moved to help her down. Kurt and Corey trained their sights on the woman as Eddie brought the stake out of her. As she hit the floor she looked up with enchantment bringing Eddie and Tori deep into her gaze then in surprise moment that caught the entire group off guard she closed the distance between her and Tori in a starved frenzy as she bit down on Tori’s neck draining the blood from his undead veins. Corey in one swift movement ripped the blood soaked buttons off of Eddie’s pea coat and tore the woman from Torie throat brings bits of skin and tissue with her. Corey forced the blood into the woman’s mother and soon her frenzy vanished and she became calm. She told the group her name, Eleven, and the story of how her and the Nos were once lovers but he became deranged after the embrace, she told them that Trapheim had stolen her away to this basement and shes been here for years. She also informed the group that a blood hunt had be issued against Trap.

The group brushing off the events and looking to set their mind to something up split up the tasks O’Ryan and Kurt began to move the fainted Trap to Kurt’s car while Tori, Eddie, and Corey began to look through the stacks to find Xurdu’s baubles. In the boxes Corey found a small hand gun with a journal that stated this was Hitler’s executioner. This was the gun that the Furher had carried as a sidearm as he ordered legions of boy soldiers to lead mass minorities to their deaths by boxcar and death march. Holding it was a pleasure for Corey as it seemed to fit every contour of his hand perfectly his every palm line matched to a wood grain. Amongst the other items was a chunk of obsidian with Xurdu’s name engraved on it in ancient Sumerian cuneiform. This is the stone that would bring peace to the troubled spirit above.

The group came out from the basement and returned the stone to Xurdu and carried the body out to Kurt’s Mustang. Corey locked the front doors and everyone piled into the car to drop the body off at Kurt’s strip club.

[On the lamb]
On the way to the gangstas paradise the group encountered even more trouble. In the rear view mirror Kurt spotted a black and white patrol car with its siren going and its lights flashing. Kurt’s car was marked and carrying a dead body as well as enough illegal firearms to put Kurt in the federal system for the rest of his un-life. After some questions and some general rattling the beat cop went back to his car to call in the plates and tags. The group could just barely see the officers head lift up through the cruisers window as another marshal strolled up the black and white. Tori had disguised himself as one of the force and was now in control of the situation. The two talked to each other through the window for a bit and then Tori looked through Kurt’s car and wrote him a warning for some offense or other before the officer motioned Tori to come back to the cruiser. The officer informed Tori that the Feds were circling in closer on Kurt and they didn’t want a couple of NYC’s finest interfering with the case. Tori and the cop both dismissed it as typical politics and the group as a whole decided to leave quickly before the subterfuge wore off.

Back at the Pony Express Eddie and Kurt ran into more problems. The body of the nos had just been left the back of Kurt’s mustang. Kurt flung open the door to his private office only to be greeted by Agent Smith the agent heading up the investigation into Kurt’s sordid business dealings. Agent Smith was intense about as intense as a good FBI agent can be before they are forced to cross the line. Agent Smith was unbridled and gruff and would have walked Kurt out in a pair of shiny new bracelets courtesy Uncle Sam for so much as not having his bar licenses up to date, he wanted to, he was just asking Kurt to give him a reason. Kurt and Eddie were able to handle themselves and Eddie was able to without much explanation convince Smith that there was nothing of value in the bar and he should just be moving along. For reasons the group will never fully understand that’s exactly what Agent Smith did, but not before make two vampires sweat. Eddie and Kurt unloaded the body of Trap onto a backroom sofa and made the proper allowance to peering eyes, no one saw anything.

Corey, Tori, Eleven and O’Ryan were in one of the more affluent suburbs of Manhattan looking for Corey’s sire but made no progress not even once Eddie and Kurt showed up. It seems like he lived here but Corey couldn’t remember exactly where and Google maps had a camera glitch over this neighborhood the trail went cold on Senior.

[The Undead Walk….Again]
The group piled into their cars and headed back to the pony express to grab Trap’s body and the evidence bag, both items that would win them favor with the prince. The bag was were it was supposed to be but the body was gone with only blood stains, torn couch cushions, and bits/pieces of Kurt’s men in its place. The group quickly assumed that the men had decided to un-stake the vampire. Just as quickly the issue was discarded in order to get word the Prince on their discovered evidence as quickly as possible they all assumed they could deal with this mess later. The group was riding over the Bridge(?) with the mustang in the front and the Cherokee tailing when suddenly the trunk cover blew off and a black shadow jumped 50 feet straight into the air landing on the hood of the mustang. The engine ground into the asphalt and the tires folded under the sports car as the blur came into focus. It was Trap. Kurt smiled as he reached into side holsters and brought the full power of his twin .45 Glocks to bear on the kindred’s grotesque face. The bullets blew through the windshield drawing glass shards to their own entry holes as they impacted the ghouls face and exited through the other side. The raw force sent the beast reeling backwards as he clawed at his own wounds. Eddie slammed the door shut and stomped towards the beast, materializing another two stakes to end this Kindred’s life. Corey decided attempted a few pot shots with his Mauser and accidentally the vampire.

Keeping Up With The Prescotts
The Coterie Comes To Grips With The Sabbat Takeover

The Coterie wakes up and decides to meet at the Foustian Syndicate. Eddie receives a call from the Lupines. They are ready to meet tonight. Victor calls and requests to re-join the team.

The Sabbat have corrupted Eddie’s predecessor, Devin Blanke. “Going through a phase where he has forgotten what it means to be a Tremere.” The Syndicate wants the Coterie to hunt him down, and ash him as viciously as possible. He was last seen In Brighton Beach, at a little Russian bar with no name, just a martini-glass logo. Also, the Archons have sent the first name we are supposed to recruit, and the Syndicate are attempting to locate the target. Finally, Kurt Panzermayer shall be free from retribution, as he may still be useful. We are to find him and tell him that the Syndicate will solve his legal problems if he serves as a bodyguard for the rest of the coterie. Should any member die, the deal is off.

Only one person may directly meet with Gran’ma, and Christophe is chosen to be our emissary for his friendly and non-threatening demeanor.

Meanwhile, Eddie and Victor drive out to New Jersey to find Kurt. It isn’t hard to locate a low-class titty bar surrounded by frat boys in various states of inebriation, nor is it difficult to convince him to come back.


After that meeting, the coterie drives to Brighton Beach to find Devin. Kurt, Diego, and Victor enter in the guise of drunken party-goers and their designated driver. They determine that at least one of the people present is a ghoul. The rest enter a little later, and Eddie is mistaken for one of Devin’s new friends. They find out that Devin is at Fort Hamilton. Unfortunately, right as the team is preparing to leave, the ghoul becomes suspicious and attacks. A gunfight erupts, resulting in the deaths of the betting parlor’s staff. Only one is saved from the carnage, a young man named Jackie. The nephew of a mobster, he runs the electronics for the wire room, but is otherwise an innocent bystander.

One of the ghouls, before… expiring… is Dominated into telling us Devin’s role. The Sabbat has noticed the efficacy of Camarilla coteries, and is using their pet Tremere to introduce that same level of organization and tactics into the Sabbat packs. Fort Hamilton (an abandoned Navy base) is most likely a training facility.

Victor convinces Jackie that it would be in his best interests to come stay with him, and promises that the coterie can set the boy up with admission to a university (thanks to Diego), possibly an internship at an I.T. company, and an escape from the life of a mobster. Suitable use of Presence and ghouling, as well as a glimpse of the alternative (the other staff being carried out in a blood-soaked tarp) encourage his acceptance. Still, much effort will be needed to instill loyalty and trust into the boy.

All seems well in the aftermath (we at least cleaned up the evidence and witnesses this time), and the coterie split up. Some will visit the Syndicate to report on their progress, while the rest return to their havens for the night. However, a chance call to Eleven makes Christophe concerned. The coterie quickly reassembles at Corinth’s shop, and bust in to find… a fledgling vampire in a rented prom tuxedo. Eleven has given in to her loneliness once again, and embraced a high-school athlete named Bryan. Christophe is furious with Eleven for her stupidity, but is reluctant to apply the prescribed punishment of death to her. Eddie is all set to at least execute the childe for the sire’s gross breach of the Traditions, but Victor insists that the young vampire might still be useful to them.

After much arguing about the enforcement of the Traditions in a city abandoned by the Camarilla, and considerations of just who has power, Eddie relents out of sheer frustration with his soft-hearted companions. The fledgling will be taken before the Syndicate, and they will decide his fate. Victor spends the car trip attempting to prep the jock for the most important meeting of his life, and increasingly feels that he should have kept his mouth shut. The Syndicate make some snide comments: “Do we really need another Rose?” but allow the childe and his sire to live.

Victor is given responsibility for Brian’s tutelage and Jackie’s care, which prompts discussion in the coterie. Considering the circumstances of Corinth’s murder and the Assamite break-in, perhaps the shop is no longer a wise choice for a safe house. A secret underground lair is not out of the question, but a converted store is cheaper and more simple.


After much soul-searching (no, seriously, we can’t find ours) the Coterie has decided to sell the killbot’s circuit board to Eddie‘s contact in Russia. The influx of semi-treasonous lucre will finance our nautical ambitions, and Victor is already looking for a suitably ridiculous captain’s costume. Christophe, meanwhile, is planning to become a helicopter pilot, which sure beats the traditional method of vampire flight.

It has also been a time of slight celebration for us, since almost all of us have been promoted to the lofty rank of Primogen. Sure, we only got the titles because everyone more qualified than us was ruthlessly hunted down by the Sabbat or fled town with their tails between their legs. And we’ll be put back in our place as soon as we complete our objectives and the elders come home. But hey, unlife sucks, am I right?

With this pleasant thought, we continued our search for Jimmy, but could not get through to Marcus, who might well be dead, or just in hiding. Instead, we paid a visit to Jimmy’s old house, finding that it had been thoroughly looted and stripped of any items of value. Except the basement, which was clearly untouched. Kurt managed to pop that particular cherry, though he bent his crowbar out of shape in the process. We’ll need to carry a stock of those things in our van from now on, or at least buy some sturdier ones.

Ten-Pound’s place was much as we remembered it, and I saw a strange smile on Victor’s face when he looked at the torture rack. I still think that guy is plotting to betray us. Well, whatever. The werewolf teeth and other “sensitive” materials had been removed, but the guns and knives were still there. And thanks to our resident RADAR, Orion, we found an old friend. Ten-Pound kept the rocket launcher.

When It Rains...

The evening after the Grand Elysium, the coterie members awake to the sound of rain. A massive storm is coming in off the Atlantic, and the city will be drenched for the next two days. Orion spends his first few minutes checking in with Cassandra, and makes an appointment for the coterie to visit her laboratory at 2:00AM. He is eager to get her away from her research, and any other ties to Pentex.

Christophe awakes to Jessica’s concerned face. It seems that Eleven slipped out sometime the night before, probably due to the problems that she and Brian had been having. Brian is at first unwilling to seek his sire out, but Christophe shares a few choice words with him, convincing him otherwise. A quick call to Leon ensures that the two Roses now have an experienced tracker, and the trio races off to Brian’s old hometown.

Meanwhile, Diego and Kurt decide to check out Kitty’s Place, the mob hangout they learned of from the men at the laundromat. They determine that it is an especially public place to stage a raid, and that even without witnesses, there would be a lot of armed and experienced mobsters on the premises. Still, they file away their discoveries for later. As they are leaving, Professor Tori has a brief run-in with one of his students, one of the dancers.

Out in the ‘Burbs, Brian, Christophe, and Orion are having little luck finding Eleven, despite visiting all the key locations from her early dates with Brian. It is only at a movie theater that the Gangrel catches a whiff of Eleven’s scent, but the heavy rain makes it impossible to follow beyond the front doors. The two men realize their young charge is not with them, and find Brian, completely enraptured by a showing of Avatar. Christophe recognizes the look in the boy’s eyes, and regrets being a Toreador. It is nearing time for the meeting with Cassandra, so the trio reluctantly heads back towards New York.

Christophe swings by his penthouse to drop off Brian and pick up Diego. The three vampires arrive at Cassandra’s office, fifteen minutes late, and find it locked. The interior of the building is completely dark, yet there are still a fair number of cars in the parking lot. After being unable to reach Cassandra, Leon hurriedly picks the door lock.

All the building’s power seems to be out, so the coterie pulls out cell-phones and flashlights. The security guard is found behind the front desk, his body face-down, his head face-up, a look of mild surprise as his last expression. In panic, Leon shouts a curse and dashes for the stairwell. Racing directly to the fourth floor, he finds mutilated bodies strewn about the hallway, and claw marks in the walls. Blood pools beneath white labcoats, cooling and congealing.

The bodies belong to Cassandra’s friends and co-workers, but she is not among them. A desperate search of the offices turns up nothing, but a call to her phone leads the Gangrel into one of the labs. The Assamite and Toreador slide in beside him. At the far back of the room, Cassandra sits with her back against a cabinet. Her side is torn open, both hands pressed against the wound in a futile attempt to stop the bleeding. Leon drops instantly to her side, checking her pulse and examining the wound. She is dying of blood loss, and has perhaps a minute to live.

It is a terrible choice. Do you let go of the last vestige of life, or do you cling to it beyond death? Are you saving a loved one’s life, or damning their immortal soul? Leon O’Ryan knows that there is only one feasible way to save Cassandra, but from the amount of blood on the floor, he also knows that it might come at a terrible price. To him, though, it is no decision at all.

The Toreador Primogen sees the look in Leon’s eyes, and is moved. He calls the Syndicate, requesting emergency permission to expand the Camarilla, and swears that the new childe is not another Rose. Permission is granted, though Christophe suspects there will be a price to pay, and Leon begins the Embrace.

A long time seems to pass, during which the coterie are completely motionless, standing around the tiny beam of a key-chain LED. Cassandra moves, emitting a cry of pain and hunger, and Leon feels that special mix of shame and relief, that cocktail of emotions that he will never forget. So happy that she is still with him, so sad that she is now like him, so pained that he has brought her to this point. He cuts his arm and lets her feed from him, being careful not to let her gorge. Momentarily satisfied, the researcher regains a little composure, and begins to ask questions. Recognizing that this is a matter for Orion alone, Christophe and Diego start their search for clues.

Cassandra never saw the person, or thing, that attacked her. However, by gazing backwards in time, Christophe witnesses the event. The power had gone off, causing the employees to stumble out into the hallway in search of flashlights. In the dim light from the windows, he can just make out a humanoid shape emerging from the stairwell door, but cannot distinguish anything further. Cassandra is on her feet now, and Christophe insists that they get her down to the Syndicate immediately, in order to get her accounted for. Diego stays behind to continue the search, and calls Panzermayer to come assist him.

After the Brujah’s arrival, the building is searched floor by floor. On each level, more bodies are found, as well as smashed computers, broken optical media, and waste-bins full of burned paper. There are no other survivors, but the searchers discover two important treasures. In one bin, a lone dossier had not been incinerated, only singed. It seems to contain the project overview for some sort of scanning device, and Diego notices a slot that is perfectly shaped for an ampoule of Culture Shock. Then, in the purse of an intern, a netbook is found. It seems Tiffany took her work home with her from time to time, though the password on her “Work” folder will require someone with hacking expertise.

Cassandra is brought before the Syndicate, who give their approval of this capable new Kindred. When informed of the attack on D.N.A., they promise to send a cleanup crew, and to use their resources to determine who might have struck at the research firm. Upon leaving, Christophe calls up “Grunge Girl,” as the coterie has two main suspects: Deacon, or the Werewolves. However, their furry friend does not pick up, and the Toreador is forced to leave a message. Not sure of who to trust, Leon takes Cassandra to stay with Victor, hoping that the Brujah can help explain unlife to her better than he could.

Kurt heads to his new apartment, pausing to drop Diego off. The professor checks his mail, and becomes instantly alert when he finds a blank envelope, sealed with a dab of wax. Taking it inside and briefly searching the room, he pops the seal and draws forth an ornate letter. It is from Hasim long-string-of-names-that-end-in-Haqim, a fellow Assamite who wishes to educate Diego about his true heritage, and offer the friendship of Alamut. The letter specifies a meeting place, at 10:00 on the next night.

Back at the penthouse, Christophe checks in on Brian, finding him writing a poem for Eleven. He has a heart-to-heart chat with the young man, encouraging him to try to work things out with Eleven, to find what made them fall in love in the first place. An odd bit of advice from a hitman, but Brian seems invigorated. Jessica is waiting outside Brian’s door with a message. A Mr. Abdel-Rahman had called earlier, saying that he would like to meet with Christophe and his “friends” at midnight tomorrow night. As if that news wasn’t bad enough, another call comes in, this time from Eleven. When told that Brian still loves her and wants to work things out, she is elated, but becomes distraught when told of his fear of being replaced. Christophe feels a sinking feeling, but manages to control himself enough to learn her location, at a Hilton in Saratoga Springs. He packs his shotgun, grabs his car, and roars off across the rain-slick streets.

...It Pours

At nearly 4:00 in the morning, Christophe arrives at the Hilton in Saratoga Springs. Eleven comes down to meet him. She is smiling weakly, and says that she is ready to leave. Christophe asks about the new vamp, and Eleven becomes evasive, saying that it isn’t a problem. Christophe presses her, and she makes him promise not to kill the new girl. The girl’s name is Milan Foster-Whittig, part of the wealthy and influential Foster-Whittig family of New York City. Christophe is displeased with the young heiress, but realizes immediately that killing her would be a bad idea. To his dismay, she will need to stay with them for the time being.

Back in New York, Cassandra is still adjusting at Victor’s apartment. Leon has been staying close to her, filling her in on the denizens of the night, the dangers of unlife, and his adventures since his embrace. The once-vibrant researcher is frail and quiet, a reminder of what Leon did to her. Cassandra admits that while she understands why her ex did this, she can’t help but resent him for her new state.

The next evening, Cassandra is getting back to her normal self, and manages to chow down on two rabbits. Christophe brings Eleven and Milan home, where Brian is a bit confused by the new girl, but otherwise is happy to have his girlfriend back. Victor brings Cassandra to the penthouse, while Orion checks out the Zoo. Deacon has been out in Albany for three nights so far, but that isn’t the air-tight alibi that Orion was hoping for. Once all the new vampires are assembled at the penthouse, Christophe lays down the law for the fledglings, and punctuates it with the DVD of Corinth’s diablerie. They won’t forget anytime soon.

During this time, Diego has gone to meet with the Assamite who contacted him. Hasim is calm and gracious, promising to educate Diego on the truth of his situation. The Camarilla, he says, sees Diego only as a valuable novelty. They want their Assamite Sheriff, and intentionally keep him ignorant of his alternatives. Alamut (Assamite HQ), however, recognizes that he is one of them. There is no anger over Mohammed Abdullah’s diablerie; if Diego was capable of it, then clearly Abdullah was not a worthy vessel for that blood. Diego remains aloof, despite Hasim’s blandishments, but does ask what it is that the Assamites want. Hasim informs him that they would want to use him as a mole in the Camarilla, at least for a short time, before they take him back to Alamut for proper induction into the clan. As a sign of friendship, Hasim hands over a small bottle of elder blood. Diego suggests that they share a drink, but when Hasim is all too eager, the canny professor withdraws the offer, satisfied that the blood is not tainted.

At the same time, Kurt Panzermayer is checking up on Ten-Pound Jimmy’s old neighborhood in general, and the abandoned house in particular. He finds the lock busted open, and a bunch of homeless people camping out inside. One of them, when questioned about the symbols marked throughout the building, says that someone told him they were signs of protection, like from a gang. Kurt immediately orders the impoverished squatters to leave, directing them into the torrential rains outside. As he is orchestrating this massive act of bastardry, a mysterious assailant slams him into a wall. Despite Panzermayer’s impressive strength, this foe still is able to pin him, and hisses in the Brujah’s ear. “These people are mine! Leave them alone.” The voice is harsh and graveley, and the speaker disappears as quickly as he came. Confused, Kurt allows the squatters to stay until the rain stops, then returns to his car, wary of another attack.

Shortly before midnight, the coterie assembles at Christophe’s penthouse before driving down to City Hall. Jafar has appropriated a sinecure, the Mayor’s Advisor for the Arts and Humanities, that allows him to maintain an office on the premises. The woman at the front desk, the same one from “Goldman’s” tenure, recognizes the coterie and gives them directions. The office door is flanked by two of the Setite bodyguards, who enter the room just behind the guests. Jafar sits behind his desk, flipping through sheets of paper, jotting down notes, and generally appearing busy.

Seven seats have been prepared, leaving two empty. When Jafar finally looks up from his work, he notes the absences. “Ah, yes, Mr. Dixby is away on Syndicate business.” The chair is removed by one of the Setites. “And Mr. Rutledge… Is no longer with us.” The chair remains, causing Kurt, Orion, and Victor to bristle at the reminder.

Jafar wastes little time after that. He informs the assembled members of the Camarilla that unlike Prescott, he has no personal grudges against them. He is entirely focused on maintaining the prosperity and stability of New York. If they do nothing that might harm the city or the Sabbat, then he will not take any action against them. If they should accept Prescott’s offer to join the Sabbat (an offer, he is quick to mention, that is still on the table), then they would be welcomed into his inner circle. This suggestion is quickly shot down by Panzermayer in a typically rude manner, but Jafar seems unfazed. Instead, he offers up another possibility. Clearly, the coterie had their hands full cleaning up “Goldman’s” messes, which they did quite well. Although the Regent is nowhere near as incompetent as the Prince, an experienced group of problem solvers could still earn some gratitude. Christophe asks if that gratitude might take the form of an end to a blood hunt, and Jafar smiles. That would indeed be possible, though it would take a considerable amount of gratitude.

Although he is evasive on the matter, it seems that Jafar would like to use the coterie to “resolve” internal rivalries in the Sabbat, particularly in Miami. That way, as he explains it, they are able to serve both him and the Camarilla, without feeling there is a conflict of interest. No one quite believes him.

The Usual Suspects

After all the wait, Eddie has finally returned from Europe, and he has brought the new yacht with him. The Corinthian Memorial is everything the coterie hoped it would be, and more besides. It boasts state rooms for each of them, with plenty of smaller rooms for their herds, retainers, and miscellaneous hangers-on. The crew is only on temporary loan from the Camarilla, but there is time to find a new set.

The coterie’s first glimpse of it is when Eddie calls them down to a set of private docks, and ferries them out to the yacht using the ship’s runabout. The vessel is quickly declared the new base of operations, and Panzermayer starts transferring all their excess weapons and equipment over. Plans are also drawn up for modifying the boat’s interior to provide more space for future operations.

Despite their satisfaction with the Corinth, it was necessary to turn their attention to other matters. After the attack on D.N.A., the two most likely culprits were the werewolves and the Gangrel. Tina, also known as Grunge Girl, has finally returned Christophe’s call, and arranges a meeting halfway between Albany and NYC. One of her packmates is with her, though he is well out of sight, and she assures the vampires that he is only there for her protection. Putting that aside, Christophe gets straight to the point, asking her what she knows about the attack. Tina doesn’t know much, and can neither confirm nor deny that her people were involved, though she admits that it is a possibility. Orion believes she is sincere, but they are no closer to finding those responsible. Before leaving, Tina says she will try to find out more, but she would like the coterie to consider helping out again in Miami, where Pentex may have a second facility.

On their way back to the city, Eddie makes a call to Hanz’ number, and arranges a “consultation” with the arms dealer, claiming to be a Russian gangster. The meeting is set for tomorrow night.

The last stop for the night will be underground with the Nosferatu. The coterie have come prepared this time, wearing disposable plastic shoe covers and ponchos for their journey through the sewers. Upon reaching the warrens, they find what appear to be fortifications and weapon emplacements, as though the Nos are preparing for an invasion.

Twat won’t answer any questions without some information in trade, so Christophe brings up the story of Corinth’s “birth.” Twat is stunned, and hurriedly fires off an email, likely to inform his superiors. In return for this revelation, he answers their questions about Miami’s politics, revealing that the Sabbat of the city are split between those who are content with the status quo, and those who want to resume the crusade against the Camarilla. In all likelihood, Jafar’s little errand involves tipping this balance towards the crusader faction. Orion then asks what Twat knows about the attack that took Cassandra’s life. In fact, Twat hadn’t even heard about the attack on D.N.A., and is thrilled to have pierced one of the Syndicate’s secrets. Of course, he assures the coterie that he’ll make certain the leak isn’t traced back to them. He also promises to look into the matter.

Buchanan's Journal #1
Meetings with the "leadership".

I finally met our local “betters” tonight and I must say I’m not impressed. A loudmouth oik called Eddie Dixby and a learing maroon called Victor Cadiz. The first would be flipping burgers or shining my shoes if he wasn’t Embraced and the second I recognized from a totally humdrum daytime TV soap I saw on my last holiday in Ibiza. Apparently, Dixby is the Speaker in this city – good grief but that’s depressing. He’s an utter chump with no respect for the Traditions – in London he‘d be exposed as an Anarch in two jiffies. Telling us we haven’t been properly Accounted yet but then asking who is boss and telling us all kinds of stuff that basically assumes we’ve passed Accounting. Then he answers my Domain door without even asking leave and actually threatens me with a Blood Hunt when I bring him up gently on his appalling lack of manners. The nerve of the man! Let’s hope he knows no-one in London or my Dignitas will take a huge step backward. I’ll need to account with him one day, somehow.

Still, they gave us a cellphone to contact the Syndicate, which is what passes for Praxis in this benighted city, and told us to go see the Nos. So like good little neonates off we went – although Victoria headed off on her own to see what she could dig up about the Big Bads from her European contacts. Nice lass, very well put together mentally. If she wasn’t so arty she could be a Ventrue.

Any old how, we picked up the merc at the office and I got time to finalise matters with Edgar.

(N.B. Shell company for Albrecht will be Rosy Cross Medical Research Ltd. Incorporated in the British Virgin Islands, office address to be P.O. number in Rosslyn, Scotland (Near the cloned sheep place). Edgar has $100k as initial funds for website, stationary and to establish proper cut-outs and records. Al, Edgar and I as directors – I’m CEO, Edgar is CFO and Al as Chief Researcher. All kinds of useful as conduit and might even turn an actual profit if Al knows his stuff.

P.S. Edgar‘s getting awfully nosy. Remember to ask Sire about ghouling him.)

Once out in Brooklyn by way of Al‘s haven (interesting place), the Nos lair turned out to be beneath an old fire station which is now a museum. Paranoid buggers – the place is a fortress of the Maginot Line kind. I’m very glad Al was along, otherwise I think they’d have eaten me. Disgusting, but doubtless usefully well informed and actually quite nice in the same way some of the working hands on the estate could be quite nice in their own uncultured and obscene ways. Couldn’t let them see my worry, of course. Stiff Upper Lip and all that guff.

Al and I met some senior Nos, called Twit and Kumquat or some such self-parodying guff, and got an inside line on what they want. A real Cam leader and an Elysium Event. (N.B. Carnegie Center?) Well, despite my doubts there’s such a leader in the pack of Anarch rejects I suspect the current leadership comprises, we agreed and managed to extract a promise the Nos would turn out en masse to defend any such Elysium led by a “real leader”. That’s a start.

Next steps: we’ve an appointment to see the Ventrue Primogen, Vinnie – who definitely isn’t the leader either – and another to be properly Accounted at last. Plus I really must pay a visit to Eveline tomorrow eve and get the car upholstery cleaned after the grunge from the Nos Pit got all over it.

(N.B. Down to 2 suits – call tailor and have him UPS another from London, get Edgar to pick up 2 more pairs of footwear – one usual and one utility boots)

Meeting the Nos and Learning of Terrors.
A Selection from "Albrecht's Reflections"

Rutgar ::Bam Bam:: its me again – let me in. Quickly.

Master ::quickly glancing over the dirtied and distressed form before him before casting his eyes downward:: what happened tonight?

It is on little matter Rutgar, just quiet for a moment and close that door quickly. I will be going below – let no one enter, be it Buchanan or the Praxis or Cain himself. We will talk of this on our next rising.

::Albrecht quickly opens the inner sanctum and rushes below – the solid steel doors closing slowing after his receding form::

All those Nos – terrified. I am in deep shit, I thought those stories were just another of my sires cruel jokes. I am not safe alone – I’m not safe anywhere. My kin felt danger despite all their defenses and knowledge.

I have acted most poorly this night – I thought myself safe at last from Jethro and my kind. Only to learn I have come among greater terrors with only the friendship of one silver tongued Ventrue. Buchanan can’t keep me safe from these things – th the Syndicate can help. Gods I’ve spurned them this night – I need them if I am to be safe. What in the hells can I do – can I hide from them? ::In his panic Al is pulling the dying hair from his mask in clumps, not seeing them fall to the floor::

Would I be safer with the Nos? If I go among them they will kill me – they with tamper with my work and mock my art. I need more ghouls – stronger doors and stronger weapons. How can this be real – I’m the predator now I CAN’T BE HUNTED!

::A muffled knock comes from above and an indistinguishable voice::

Gods it trailed me back here! Rutgar is dead… ::Al finally notices the flashing light of the coms systems::

Who who is it?!

Master, its just me sir – I’m worried and scared. Can I come below tonight?

::Al quickly glances at the security screens, it all looks clear but what unknown powers might these things have?"::

Rutgar, are you alone up there?

Yes, Master. Why are you so scared?

A vampire fears nothing – the first mask we got together, do you remember it?

Yes sir, we took the face from one of your sires kine. A pretty girl with bright eyes, you never wear women’s faces though – quite a waste.

::A low rumble echoes off the subterranean lair as the doors slide open – and just as quickly slide back::

Master! Your face! What happened?!

::Albreacht hand darts to a small mirror kept on him at all times – and he stares into the reflection::

Gods, I’ve destroyed it. Rutgar I must tell you about something, but I will need to be calm. Could you fetch the Facade, it always brings me an air of peace.

Yes Master – but after please tell me.

::The two talk till sunrise about the terrors that sup upon sewer rats – and of what must be done to secure the research, to make sure it can go on.::

A Conversation With London
Buchanan makes his report to Sir Edward Stafford

:: The strains of Elgar‘s “Pomp and Circumstance” come from Buchanan’s Sat-Phone. Recognising the pre-programmed ring-tone, he answers and waits for the hiss of an encrypted connection to cease::

Buchanan: Sire, your servant Buchanan here.

Sir Edward Stafford: Buchanan, dear boy. Report.

Buchanan: Sire, I am now Accounted by the Praxis and have made contact with the Primogen here. He is a shame to our Clan, to be honest – utterly indifferent to anything but his business dealings with the kine and his own pleasures. However, his lieutenant is most able and very helpful. I’ve been able to include the Primogen, through his good offices, in a new company I’ve set up and he has funded it with $1 million, sufficient for the present. I’ll have Edgar send you the details, in case you wish to acquire a stake yourself.

Sir Edward: That was well done, boy, and I’ll mention it to others. Getting Viennatti enmeshed in a Clan-controlled venture may well come in handy in the future. And it’s good to hear confirmation of my intelligence that McManus is the real controlling hand. The boy could go further than his Primogen, I believe, if he’d just return fully to the fold. But what of the Praxis. Is it as bad as I’ve heard?

Buchanan: Worse, my Lord. The Praxis seemed to me not entirely focused on the here and now, veering off at tangents of its own devising. The Nosferatu had asked us – my companion Albert Rosenkreuz and myself – to stage an Elysium Event to prove the Camarilla was no spent force in the City and had shaken on an agreement to turn out in force. It certainly seemed a good rallying point and we convinced McManus, who got Viennatti to fund the thing. We’d tentatively earmarked Carnegie Hall as a venue but when I asked the Praxis about the idea it became almost apoplectic, thundering that no such event was to ever be authorized. Yet, more worrying still, Priscis Dixby told us afterwards to keep planning the Elysium, and that he’d make sure the Prince went along in time. It’s almost as if the Prince isn’t…

Sir Edward: …Now, boy. Enough. Didn’t I tell you that the situation across the pond was highly confused and you’d have to tread carefully? That tendency of yours to attempt running before you can walk will be the end of you if you’re not careful. Take your time, develop your knowledge of all the players, then act. Festina Lente, young man, Festina Lente.

Buchanan: ::Chastised:: I hear and obey, my Lord.

Sir Edward: And enough of that pouty-lipped nonsense too! You’ll have explored the stance of the other Clans too, I expect? I’ve only heard about Ventrue and Nosferatu so far.

Buchanan: Well, Sire, there I’ve hit a bit of a stone wall. The Toreador Primogen has heartily backed the event but the Brujah will only turn out if the Gangrel do – and the Gangrel are nowhere to be found.

Sir Edward: Come now. The Toreador are gossips – use them to hurt the Sabbat that way boy. Use the weapons you have. If you pull off the Elysium you’ll have use for them then too. Make some of them Harpies and let them loose. But what did I tell you about the Gangrel? They’ll hide in plain sight but in the last place anyone would expect. Like Zulus in the veldt, the buggers will pop up when you least expect it. Just be careful you don’t end up singing “Men of Harlech” when they do. Get some muscle, boy, and stand alongside it!

Buchanan: In that respect I have some good news, Sire. The Brujah gave us one of their own for our little Coterie, an individual named SpYttE.

Sir Edward: Good-oh. What do you deduce from this, boy? Come on, use your brain.

Buchanan: That the Brujah already support the idea of an Elysium, Sire, and getting the Gangrel involved is more in the way of a test…

Sir Edward: …Spot on! But it’s one you still have to ace, young chap, because…?

Buchanan: Sire, because the point of the Elysium is to show a unity that hasn’t been there before and thus strengthen our apparent bargaining position even if we’ve little behind it.

Sir Edward: ::chuckles:: Well done. You can win a rubber with no trumps at all if you have the brass for it, son. Remember that. Now, tell me about the Nosferatu.

Buchanan: They’re strong, Sire, far stronger than I imagined. I’ve been in their lair and there’s dozens and dozens, all behind some fearsome fortifications – they’re deathly afraid of something, Albert says.

Sir Edward: Yes they are. And don’t you go meddling or looking for that particular bit o’ trouble, ye hear?

Buchanan: And I’m afraid I lost my temper a bit, Sire. The Nosferatu liason, name of Twat would you believe, froze Albert and SpYttE out of our last meeting. Albert being one of them took it badly and when I emerged from their lair I found him torturing some poor stray dog. I reacted quite angrily.

Sir Edward: How’d this Albert take it?

Buchanan: He seemed quite chastened, Sire. He’s a good fellow really.

Sir Edward: That’s m’boy. Show them you’re the leader and they’ll follow. But never, ever abuse it. We’ve seen too much of that sort of thing and it’s ended where you are now. So what are your plans?

Buchanan: well, Sire, we’ve been told by three separate sources to look up one woman, a Cassandra Finch. Apparently she’s a scientist and our route into the Gangrel. But we’ve only a vague idea where to find her.

Sir Edward: Use the Nosferatu and the Roses, m’boy. Between them they’ll know where she is. They also know about some treaty or other with the Sabbat. Find out about that.

Buchanan: Yes, my Lord. I need to speak to the Toreador Primogen, Cristophe, about other matters too. I still need to get some notion of the Sabbat’s stomping grounds and he’s our liason while the rest of the power players in the local Camarilla are out of town on some hush-hush mission. But I don’t think the Nos will tell me anything – last time, they wanted to trade a Toreador for information, as part of some old feud. I wouldn’t do it, of course.

Sir Edward: Pish-posh, lad. Another test! You’re going to have to get up before the sun goes down if you want to catch the early worm. Now mark my words, you hear me? No rushing things or you’ll feel the flat of my hand.



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