OOC: my arm's tired from all this handwaving :P

 Nefertiti arrives on the island early in the morning. There was a great deal of searching in vain involved in part due to spiritual interference and just plain not knowing where she was. Much time was spent readying oneself and worrying over Grey.

 Night 1 is nearly at its end.

OOC2: This thread is where everyone posts when done with their individual threads. Any actions taken during Night 1 that need to be taken care of during Night 1 remain in your solo threads.

Michael emerged from the workshop with various parts and materials. He sat on the sand looking around for Noah and the others not knowing how long he had been in the workshop.

Another drone came out. This one had the name tag 'Blinky'. "Well my Clyde drone is lost in there. Ill send fluffy after it before too long with a bribe of meat."

"If you got everything you need I have the fabratory set for the majority of what you need. The jammer arrows are going to take a bit of delicate work though. The batteries for it are a bit heavy for an arrow. It would be a lot better if we can get our hands on what you want to jam."

 Jitters turned his tiny slate (sized for him) back around. "Sadly, no. I only have the one. The Great Dragon will have more should you be able to find him."

 At roughly that time, Michael emerged from Talion's workshop and Noah appeared from... somewhere (ie. handwave). It seems that others are beginning to return from whatever errands they had been up to tonight.

As Nefertiti walked through the mansion she finally came into an area where she saw Michael and Noah. Her eyes scanned the area a bit more hoping to see Sal as well but there was no sign of him yet.

“Has either of you seen Sal? she asked first before asking Noah for a slate.

Noah pointed off one side of the island. "His car landed over that side. He was looking for you. Good to see you back."

Nefertiti looked to Noah with a nod "Thank you.  I need to talk to him about his Kindred people.  A serious matter and a crime that will not go unpunished. there might of been a bit of harshness in her voice but it wasn't direct to anyone present.

"I have matters to attend to outside of this island but I may not be able to do anything until I speak with Sal. then the looked at Michael and her right eyebrow arched "Michael, if I'm correct you have dealt with Kindreds before and know how to destroy them? a slight smirk then crossed her lips.

Michael arched an eyebrow back at Nef. “I do and have. Taken out 7 fangers in my Hunter career, and I always come prepared if I should come up against one again. Why do you ask?”He motioned to the wooden stakes holstered around his right calf.

Nefertiti looked at his calf area and smiled "I need to put one or two down.  I was assulted by them and one did something that took away my soul.  The soul that I traveled to the Land of the Dead to receive from my Goddess.

Sal went inside to report Nefertiti's kidnapping, only to find her already there! "Nefertiti? I was told you had been captured! Are you okay?"

Nefertiti spun around to face Sal in such quickness that she didn't even realize how fast she did it.

"Sal, I'm glad you returned back to the mansion.  I have some serious issues to discuss with you and your Prince. she paused for a moment "I was kidnapped by servants of Carmilla and was tied to beams while Milo, the good doctor took out my soul.  My fucken soul that was given to me from my Goddess.  Do you know how weak that made me?

Then that bitch had the nerve to try to drain out my Divinity.  All by the blessing of your Prince.

Why is that so and how can it be allowed that they were able to achieve such dealings. there was fury beginning to boil in her thoughts.  Taking a moment she even had to bite down on her lower lip to calm herself.  The blood ran ever so red not like before when it had a glowing.

"If your kindred wish to start a war with me, I promise that more head will be taken then those two.

Sal was clearly upset by the news, but responded calmly, "The Prince was blackmailed by Carmilla. I'm not sure what he knew about Carmilla's plans, only that he was forced to declare a Blood Hunt on you. I know not what hold Carmilla has over Milo, but I've been led to believe Carmilla has moved against him recently, as well. I've begun preparations to move against her myself, though recent events have rushed my time-table, and I lack the power to do so on my own. I was hesitant to ask you or the others for your help, but I believe Carmilla has plans for Victor's seat as Prince. This would be bad, and for more than just Kindred. My alliance with you and the others in the Cabal is with the Victor's full blessing and support, and he has never asked me to interfere or do anything that would harm the Cabal. Carmilla will most likely just try to have us all killed... the ensuing bloodshed could drown the city, metaphorically speaking."

The most wicked smile crossed Nefertiti's lovely face. "I will gladly aid you in exterminating her. then she looked to Sal.

"Milo has to answer for his crime against me as well.  I was a moral mage, he claimed and the Prince placed a Blood Hunt upon me.  Is that possible?  I was not Kindred at the time.

Milo took my soul and spoke about the Curse of Cain was within me and after taking my soul I was turned into this. her word was filled with disgust.

"He spoke of me being Tremere.  Is that even possible.

Her hand moved over her arm "I am not able to bast in the rays of Ra. I want him to pay for his crime against me, as well. speaking of that only brought her rage back.

Sal frowned. He said, "I too, am curious about how a blood hunt could apply to you. Perhaps Carmilla has them convinced you are a Kindred? The Tremere are mages now, but centuries ago, they were a Kindred bloodline.

 Given your age, perhaps Milo believed you were one the original Tremere? I owe Milo a lot. I am obligated to come to his defense if he asks. If he can return your soul, and pays some other recompense, as well, will you spare his life?"

Nefertiti looked at Sal for a very long time as her mind raced as to what could be done to save his life from her wrath.

Hell has no fury like a woman's scorn..... she thought as time passed.

"He must return what was taken and I will think on the right recompense for his crime against the Divine. she replied.

"Carmilla is hiding away somewhere.  I'm not able to see where as of yet, if only she would leave that damn room.  She been calling Milo for sometime now.  And its only making her angry.  That may be her downfall. she smirked
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Sal says, "Milo is hosting a party, tonight through tomorrow night. I've been invited. I can confront him about you, and possibly get Carmilla's location, if he knows it. I could just pretend nothing happened and see if he says anything on his own. I still have my doubts that the Milo I know could, or would, steal someones soul, especially for a slanderous traitor like her. A Milo imposter seems more likely. Either way, unless I send a distress signal of some sort to the Cabal, please don't crash the party... Excuse me, I think I may have another way to track down Carmilla."

He goes to Noah. "Noah, are you capable of tapping into someones phone and tracing who called them?"

Noah nodded once, "Two super computers and access to a global network, I can pull it off unless they break the phone."
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Nefertiti's eyebrow arched again when hearing that Milo is having a party.

"My I join you Sal. she said "If this is not the one who did this to me then he wouldn't mind me being there.  But if it is the one then he wanted to speak to me.

When Nefertiti relayed the grave harm done to her by kindred, there came an expression of disgust from empty space, "Tch."

Mistral phased into three-dimensional space and approached the conversation, her face looking placid as usual, but with a grim look to her pale eyes.  She said, "Pardon for eavesdropping, but what I hear very much displeases me."  Mistral glanced from Sal to Nefertiti, whom she then addressed, "I will assist in correcting the wrongs done to you by every means available to me.  I require no more than a drop of blood, a hair, or even a memory of your enemies to pluck them from their deepest strongholds and cast them directly into the sun, if you wish it."  She crossed her arms and added, "Perhaps you prefer a more... measured approach.  Kindred politics do not concern me, but I understand if you feel you must play that game.  Play the game, but you needn't play fair."

Mistral inclined her head to the Egyptian queen and said, "I am at your disposal, Reine Nefertiti."

Nefertiti looked to Mistral as she appeared out of thin air "There is no need to be pardon Archmage.

When Mistral offered to place Carmilla in the sun she shook her head quickly to disapprove "I wish for her to not suffer so quickly.  Her plan of extracting my Divinity is going to be what we can lure her to her own destruction. pausing for a moment "Plus I wish to send her to my Goddess as a lesson to any who would dare stand in my way.  With her removed then I will step in as the Lector Priestess of Isis and reconstruct the Temple in the way is should be.  Not dark and foul.
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Sal smiled at Mistral, the toothy grin he reserves for those he trusts, "Ah, Mistral! I'd be worried if anything went on on this island that you didn't eavesdrop on! Personally, I'd love to see Carmilla humbled, but the most important thing to me is that she is stopped. Like weeds or rodent infestations, people like her have a tendency to come back stronger if you don't destroy them completely."

Mistral listened to Nefertiti and Sal, then offered, "The sun is une option décisive to stop her, as Sal put it.  It is my understanding that the Kindred are not fond of our star."  She turned back to the Egyptian queen and said, "Consider, then, how you wish to proceed under the assumption that you may view anywhere, and transport anyone to anyplace.  This is what I offer."

Mistral regarded Nefertiti and then asked, "What précisément was done to your soul, Reine?"  Her pale eyes remained looking at her conversation partners, but they also seemed to peer through Nefertiti to assess her soul situation.

Nefertiti looked at Sal and took notice that he avoided answering her request or the appearance of Mistral bewildered him.  She allowed his thought to think it over before she repeats herself.

Turning to Mistral "The sun is deadly to most Kindreds she gave a slight glance at Sal before returning her eyes to Mistral.  "I discovered that I will be resting during the day and so shall she.  If Noah is able to locate her by using his skills with those things she pointed to a slate.  "Then I would ask that you do not send her to the sun but do as she did to me.  Kidnap her and allow me to interrogate her before she meet her final moment of existence. giving a soft smile if that was a plan to be executed.

Taking a moment to relive that moment when Milo was experimenting on her "I am not sure, what was all done.  I was tied to post while Milo did things to my back.  I could hear bubbles, glass and fire.  There was intense pain then I was unconscious.  When I awoke he was pleased of his work and so was Carmilla

PM

Noah tilted his head side to side. "Last I knew a Milo he was really great at making fake IDs." Noah pulled out his slate, gigantic in his mostly human self, and started tapping out. "Sal, mind if I borrow your slate with the phone book unlocked. I'll run a bit of code. Unless you want to give me a phone number for someone who handles phone calls that would have been called by the vampire lady in question."

"And do you know if there are any synths near her? That would go insanely far with tracking her."

Nefertiti didn't know if there was any synths near her but she could try to see again.

"I will try to see if there is any.  Give me a moment while I peer into her eyes. she smiled as she closed her own eyes for a moment and tried to reconnect with Carmilla's eyes to see if there was any synths in her area.

 As she reconnected through Carmilla's eyes, she confirmed that there were not any synths present.

OOC was she able to see her slate in Carmilla’s possession

Mistral quirked an enigmatic smile, then inclined her head and said, "As you wish, Reine.  Let us make preparations."  Nefertiti proceeded to close her eyes to engage in some form of blood-scrying, which was very intriguing to Mistral.  She silently observed the entire process, and gathered what useful sympathy she could from it.

After that, Mistral said, "Suivez-moi."  With a gesture she opened a bright-rimmed portal into the vast amethyst geode buried deep beneath the palace.  Noah would find that he had simply arrived on the other side, without having to use the portal.  She stepped through the supernal threshold onto a platform of polished amethyst, around which sprouted several huge amethyst crystals.  These were no ordinary crystals, however, but hardened by Grey to near indestructibility and made translucent to allow visibility into the hollowed-out interior.  Mistral explained, "This is where we shall receive our unwelcome guest, to ensure she goes nowhere.  Our quarry will be suspended within, and my wards will neutralize her.  Would you recommend any other precautions?"  She looked to Sal and Michael in particular, seeing as they were the experts on what to expect from an elder vampire.

Mistral then turned to Noah and asked, "May I have your assistance, mon dragon?"  The gaunt archmage proceeded to circle a particular cell to weave wards over it, tapping into Noah's broad arcane expertise to ensure they would be ironclad.  When the ward construction was completed, Mistral retrieved a small brass mirror and finger-traced arcane symbols on the reflective surface.  Her eyelids fluttered as she cast her sight across space and toward their quarry.

Nefertiti returned the smile to the Archmage. Seems they had liked minds without saying a word

Nodding her head when she heard of making preparations, for this would be a dangerous task alone but there was many that was skilled at handling a Kindred but she was a powerful elder at that. Not knowing much of the Kindred lifestyle she remained quiet and followed the Archmage to an unknown location.

After stepping out of the portal she gazed at the vision before her in a slight awe. It was impressive except for being transparent.

Then Nefertiti spoke “I do know that she is a high ranking member of the Circle of the Crone, so she will have blood sorcery at her disposal. Are these prisons able to prevent such actions?

Michael nodded to Mistral as she inquired about other means of pacifying the vampire. “I can set up a ward specifically for her. It will not directly prevent her from doing anything, but it should weaken her enough to not be capable of much. I just have to inscribe the circle and recite the prayers.”The priest used a stick of chalk laced with iron shavings to create a ring around the particular crystal prison. Prayers were then made to the appropriate Saint causing the circle to give off a slight glow after he spoke the vampire’s name.

OOC: created rating 6 ward specifically targeting Carmila that will last for a week.

Noah was ready to flop over from the teleportation but stood tall. It was more of a force of habit now as a lifetime of teleportation vertigo was not a habit that would be broken quickly. In his current form Noah moved behind Mistral and put his palm between Mistral's shoulder blades to give her access to his spellcasting.

"If we can get one of my mage cuffs on her I can make her a dead magic zone. It would be like winging her for Michael's divine ward to do its work, more for the stack."

 Mistral found that she could piggyback on Nefertiti's magic, allowing her to get a vague idea of where Carmilla herself was as Nefertiti looked around through her eyes.


 Then, with Noah, Mistral, and Michael combining their talents, they created a set of wards that would render anything less than an antediluvian helpless.

 OOC: Carmilla has -6 to her rolls and a minimum of 8 successes required to do anything supernatural.


 The cage was ready. All that remained now was to drag their prey into it.

Mistral waited with serene patience as Michael performed his divine rite upon the crystalline prison, further warding it against escape.  When he'd finished she said, "Très bon.  Oui, Reine Nefertiti.  I believe that this Carmilla will have difficulty in doing anything at all."

After making a final survey of the cell Mistral raised her hood and lowered a black silken veil that concealed her face entirely.  She became somewhat less notable, taking on a ghostly aspect.  She turned to Nefertiti and said, "We proceed at your pleasure, Reine."

When the Queen's word was given the shrouded archmage inclined her head, then turned to stand before the empty and heavily-warded amethyst cell.  She bowed her head, raised one gloved hand and performed a series of gestures like plucking invisible harp-strings while murmuring cryptic words of power.  This went on for several long moments, until... Carmilla appeared in the center of the crystal prison in a swirl of bright vapor, utterly frozen in a state of spatial suspension.  The shrouded mage approached the glass and calmly addressed the captive vampiress, "Bonsoir, Carmilla.  I am the Mistress of the Ebon Tower.  You are here because you have wronged a dear friend of mine, and I am afraid that I cannot let that pass.  What happens to you now... will be up to her."

Mistral stepped aside and conjured a circular portal ringed in bright supernal vapors that opened directly into the amethyst prison, keyed to Nefertiti alone.  She bowed and extended a gloved hand to invite Nefertiti to enter.  "Elle est toute à toi, Reine Nefertiti.  She is all yours."

Nefertiti watched as Michael preformed his rituals around the crystal cell that would hold a powerful Kindred. There were things in his ritual that she wished to one day be able to achieve once she regains her full Divine back. There was still a part of it that wasn’t within her anymore and she longed to feel it’s blessing again.

Then she watched as Mistral took a final approval of the cell.

All was looking so perfect but the one thing that was on Nefertiti’s mind, time. The sun would soon be upon them and she didn’t with to rush the enjoyment that was about to take place.  But there was a bit of anger still lingering upon Nefertiti essence.

After Mistral preformed her intense spell of summoning Carmilla, she could only smile at her prey.

Nefertiti bowed her head to Mistral after her speech and offering an opening, taking a few steps closer to Carmilla “We meet again but this time you are the meal she allowed a malicious grin form upon her beautiful face. “You wish to extract my Divinity from me. So now I will allow you to become it first meal of my new transformation with that she took another step closer and all could see Nefertiti began to grow fangs. Then those fangs sank into Carmilla’s soft neck.

 Carmilla appeared in a flash of supernal vapor and there was a momentary bout of confusion and disorientation as she tried to regain her bearings. There was another moment of confusion and brief panic as she learned that she could not use her powers here.

 However, she listened quietly to Mistral, regaining her composure quickly... and, when Nefertiti spoke, she was met with only a malicious stare.

 When Nefertiti bit into Carmilla's neck, black bile flowed into her throat, burning her entire body like fire. She fell backwards, smoking and sizzling from the inside as holes began to form in her body.

OOC: Nefertiti is taking 7 points of Aggrivated damage, enough to kill her if someone nearby doesn't act quickly. You each get 1 turn.

 As Nefertiti's body was wracked with spasm's and burned from the inside, Carmilla was laughing from inside her suspension. Black bile dripped to the ground, hissing, sputtering, and smoking... and the little motes that composed Grey's presence here could be seen moving away from the drips.

 "What's that, little godling? Who will devour who?"

Noah stopped forward, "Fool of a Took!"

He shifted on the third stomp into his full dragon form as he grabbed Nefertiti's face. "Diagnostics before action!" His tail reached out and poked Mistral in the foot as he borrowed her casting.

18:50, Today: Noah rolled 2 successes using 3d10 with the World of Darkness nWoD system with a target of 8, rerolling 10s with rolls of 3,5,10(+9).  Strength.

18:45, Today: Noah rolled 5 successes using 10d10 with the World of Darkness nWoD system with a target of 8, rerolling 10s with rolls of 9,10(+9),10(+1),6,1,6,9,4,5,7.  Matter fluid control.

He shoved his talon onto her mouth and gripped the threads of the supernatural effect. He was a necromancer and matter was a prime arcana for him. So he ripped the black ichor from her, holding onto it.  "It's gotta go someplace." He turned to Mistral so Carmilla couldn't see. "Gonna need it severed and then sent someplace else." He looked at Sal tapping on his own wrist, holding it out a bit. "Can't do it myself, Body wont let me." With his spell resistance a portal may not exactly cut it. But there was a star knife and a uber sword that could.

He looked up, "Mister Wraith. You have my consent to play with the prisoner until one hour has passed, she may not leave her cell."
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 With Noah's command, Wraith appeared from somewhere out of view and walked over to Carmilla's cell. Once there, he sat and stared at her... judgingly.

Michael was surprised to see the the blood’s effect on Nef before he realized what Nef had said about her. “You said she practiced blood magic. We should have known she would be able to make her blood acidic.”The priest gripped his Zweihander that began to glow and attempted to slice the very magic itself that was infused in the blood Noah was holding. Hopefully, it would be in time to save Nef.

20:41, Today: Michael rolled 4 successes using 9d10 with the World of Darkness nWoD system with a target of 8, rerolling 10s with rolls of 6,9,10(+5),3,10(+10,1),1,1,1,7.  Mage breaker sword ability on fluid being held by Noah.

Hoping it reduces potency of effect by 4 hits.

Mistral cursed in French under her breath when Nefertiti's feeding on Carmilla turned disastrous.  The suspension and warded cell had done their work in impairing the elder vampiress, but she herself was still dangerous even so.

When Noah siphoned a sizzling gout of black blood from Nefertiti's throat, Mistral was there just behind Michael.  She waited for the holy man's glowing sword to do whatever it could.  Noah asked for disposal, and Mistral answered simply, "D'accord."  With a rapid gesture she opened a vapor-limned portal on the crystalline wall of the cell directly facing Carmilla.  Through the portal could be seen the empty blackness of space, and at the center of the image was the glowing star at the center of the solar system, in all its shining glory.  To Noah she said, "Dispose of it here."

She added in a hiss as she glared toward Carmilla from behind her veil, "I am inclined to dispose of her next."

 Michael sliced into the corrosive blood, unravelling its magic through raw brute force. However, Noah's scaled hand still sizzled and burned as he tossed the corrosive glob through the hole. The inside of the mansion shifted and skittered away from the site of the landing glob of corrosion (the part that had been cut away)... and with good reason as well. Like what dripped from her wound, the glob of black ichor sizzled when it landed.

 Michael found that his sword was corroding where it had touched the ichor and Noah's hand continued to melt. One of his clawed fingers dropped off and bone... or, well, the mechanical synthetic pieces that are a synth's substitute for bone, had become visible.

 Nefertiti was in terrible shape. Most of her flesh had sloughed off into a gloppy pile of dissolving organic matter, leaving behind only an animate skeleton and partially dissolved organs. She was still alive... if alive was a concept that could really be applied to her at this point.

OOC: Nefertiti has suffered 6 Aggravated Damage. Noah has suffered 2 Aggravated Damage. Michael's Sword has suffered 3 Aggravated Damage.

 Carmilla flinched visibly as the portal into the sun was opened... but she did not lose her composure. Still, she trembled visibly in its presence... as if it would suddenly consume her at any moment. Still, she glared at Nefertiti. "You make grand claims, little godling, but you are a fraud. You are an insult to the true worshippers of Isis. You consort with the disciples of her most hated foe. You have been judged and found wanting! You have-"

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 She was cut short by a growl from Wraith. The lock holding in his aura came undone and the whispers of madness began to encroach from all sides. Sources of light began to fade, leaving the area shrouded in darkness.

 He took three steps forward, fixing his gaze upon Carmilla. "Maow… "

 She paused to appraise the cat. "What... what is this thing?"

 Skeletal fingers emerged from the spine of the cat, opening like a zipper and letting loose a torrent of sand and malice. Out of the cat emerged a thing of shadow and death, skeletal and monstrous, faceless and unknowable. It emerged and began to float toward the bound Carmilla.

 "Stay away!"

 It reached out a skeletal hand and caressed her cheek. The decay began instantly, spreading across her lower jaw until it fell off, leaving her rotting tongue lolling in the air. It then raised a single finger to its nonexistent face in a "shh" gesture before floating backwards and lowering the rotting rags of its form back into the deflated cat sheath. It continued working its way back until only the fingers remained. There, they "zipped" the back of the cat back up and it sat back down, still staring at her.

Michael quickly shook the foul substance from his sword and looked down at it. It had suffered some damage that he would have to fix later. For now, he needed to see to Nef. He held up her head and spoke to her. “Does Carmila have your soul within her or is it stored somewhere else?”

Noah had to pause long enough to admire Mr. Wraith. "Best cat buddy ever. Gonna have to let him out to have some fun, earning his keep for sure."

Noah snapped back into resolution mode and reclaimed his control of the various casting fluids. Once collected he asked Grey to evacuate herself and abandon his left arm. Once she was clear he stuck that oversized arm into the portal. "I was hoping this would be just a wrist replacement..." He pulled back the skin and scales from his shoulder and entirely disconnected his left arm at the shoulder.

Being part machine and part meat had great advantages.

"Imma say she is out of comission.  Shes boiled down to bone but alive, means she may not be able to breathe to talk mate."

"I dont like having an elder here. Mr. Wraith can handle her but the collateral damage of a fight between death and a vampire is not something I care to inflict on the little one in her state."

"If you would like to eject she and I into space I'll see to it the kill is confirmed. But I'll not step on wiser toes if anyone has a better plan." One wing draped over his missing limb as to hide it.
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Michael looked up at Noah. “If her soul is inside of Carmila, I can remove it and pass it over to Nef. Then she can be roasted in the sun.”

Nefertiti was in shocked at the precociousness that Carmilla took before being captured, it was something unexpected but then again it was something well planned and executed.  As she lays on the ground convolutions as the pain from her insides is quickly spreading all over her body.

In all the pain she was still able to hear the words coming out of Carmilla's mouth, well before her lower jaw was taken away.  The thought that Isis has forsaken her and gave her favor to that bitch Carmilla.  For years Nefertiti worshiped her and followed her ways for the people of Egypt. Has Isis become that corrupted that she would do such a wicked ploy to her follower. To one that she so gracefully gave her soul back.  To one that was so willing to give her life for her and to reestablish a growing Temple in the name of Isis.  So many things was running through Nefertiti's mind till she softly heard Michael's question.

In her deformed body of a skeletal figure she turned to Michael "I'm not sure where the soul is and for now I don't wish to have it back.  It is not a worthy soul for MY body. she said but her words were more directed to Carmilla for she was going to pay for this and it will not be a sudden death like being placed into the sun.  No she will suffer and now Nefertiti wanted Isis to feel the pain that she will place upon Carmilla for this betrayal.

"Do not kill her the words hissed out of Nefertiti's bony mouth.  "That honor belongs to me.  Plus there are things I want to find out from her.

Mistral winced beneath her veil at the gruesome corrosive effects of Carmilla's blood on all it touched, and it pained her to see Nefertiti literally melt before her eyes.  Could the Queen hope to survive such extensive physical ruination?  Vampires possessed uncanny resilience and regenerative capabilities, but it was hard to see how anything could come back from this.  Even Noah had to entirely detach a destroyed arm, which was disturbing but at least theoretically replaceable.  Thankfully, Wraith intervened to silence the wicked vampiress in rather dramatic fashion.

Nefertiti somehow managed to speak, and after a long moment Mistral said firmly, "Everyone but Nefertiti back away, NOW.  Carmilla is powerless here, and the only danger she poses is that in which you put yourselves."  Mistral did not leave, but remained facing Carmilla.  The faceless, hooded figure regarded the vampiress in silence, then said to Nefertiti, "Speak what would you know from this one, Reine, and you will have your answers."  The fact that Carmilla presently lacked the physical capacity to speak did not seem to be an issue.

Despite Nefertiti's command not to kill Carmilla, the answers they needed were the only thing preventing Mistral from casting the vampiress into the sun.

Nefertiti's skeletal head turned to Mistral and nodded then she looked to Carmilla

"You call me a Godling, but also claim that I'm a fraud.  a teething grin appears.

"Has Isis herself told you that I am forsaken, no longer worthy of being her follower and wish for my death?

 Instead of responding, Carmilla heaved out her chest and contracted her stomach. Even without a lower jaw, she heaved out a gob of black bile at Nefertiti, seemingly with the intent to finish her once and for all.
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Noah had not backed away and was waiting for a something to be tossed out. So a massive wing just came down in front of Nef before it got pulled back. He turned his head with that maw clenched shut.

"Grey is afraid." He told Mistral through their telepathic bond.

"We are FAWKING done." He was willing to keep helping Nef survive, but Grey was a precious loveable bean and must be protected.

He clapped his hands and started a rather bright Omni thread spell, "You've got ten seconds and then I am finishing this."

Nefertiti looked at Carmilla "Sleep till I regain my full form. was all she said as part of her bony hand began to wither, as she was took some pain in causing a spell to take hold of Carmilla.
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Something powerful was assailing the wards, and they would not hold much longer.  It was time to end this farce.

"Au revoir, salope." Mistral hissed before dismissing Carmilla in a swirl of supernal mist.  At the same moment a figure appeared a dozen yards beyond the portal viewport to the void between Earth and its star.  It was the shape of a vampiress missing a jaw, silhouetted beautifully against the brilliance of the sun.

When Mistral cast her spell Noah finished his and had rode the coattails of her spell to actively remain present to ensure the death of an elder. The other side of his mind finished his other spell as he freed up a dead magic zone, just to make sure he turned off all the quackery crazy elder stuff that she may pull.

It was time for a space jam.

Noah

 Carmilla did not burst into flame. Instead, her body began to char and blacken... at least for the first ten seconds. Then she stopped charring. Instead, her body was enveloped in darkness... enough to blot out the sun. Even though Noah tried to counterspell, there was a flood of power pouring into her.

 Suddenly, darkness enveloped them both. The sun turned red and the Earth beneath them was revealed only in black and white.


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Everyone Else

 Mistral managed to fling Carmilla out into space... where she seemed to catch fire... but, just as suddenly as she had been put there, she was gone.

 At that moment, the portal shattered, her wards shattered, all of her defenses shattered and she was in only one place at a time.

 Next, the group heard Grey's scream, even this far down, followed by an explosion that ripped the top off of the amethyst mansion. Salt water began pouring in from above, rapidly filling the massive geode.

Dragons in space

Noah went after Carmilla to confirm the kill, although Mistral thought that her demise seemed certain.  Then again, she’d thought certain that they’d taken more than adequate measures to capture, contain and slay the elder vampiress, and look where that got them.  Noah would be okay.  He’d survived worse.

Her wards and portals came crashing down, along with the rest of her spells.  That was worrisome.  It seemed that Isis wasn’t so fond of their treatment of Carmilla.  Something catastrophic was occurring up above, and not even this geode deep beneath the surface was safe from it.  Looking up, Mistral declared, “Time to move.  Gather around Reine Nefertiti.”  It was uncertain whether the queen was even still alive, whatever that meant for her now, but she’d get them all out nonetheless.

As the saltwater roared in from above and crashed toward them in sheets of whitewater, Mistral spoke the final word of power.  The polished amethyst under their feet shimmered and became the foredeck of the S.S. Grey, which had been parked just off the amethyst isle.  What devastation would greet them when they arrived there was anyone’s guess, at this point.

Michael held Nefertiti tight as the spell enveloped them and dropped them off onto the ship. The explosion had been deafening, and he looked around to see what had happened.

 With no time to look or check, Mistral brought the group to the deck of the S.S. Grey... or where the deck should have been.

 Instead they fell into the water. The S.S. Grey was gone. The island was gone... and a whirlpool had begun to form above the geode, draining the water they were in into an undercurrent that threatened to drag them all under.

 Also, the sun was just about to begin peeking over the water. Another few minutes and Nefertiti would fry.

Fate ended up in the water with everyone else when this happened, she'd just been quiet this whole time. Not much she felt she could contribute to sending a vampire to the sun or the horror that happened to Nefertiti.
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Sal grabbed Nefertiti's skeletal form, "Mist, transport to my estate, quickly!" He shouted, no time for his usual politeness.

“Merdasse.” Mistral cursed as her rushed teleportation dropped them not on the deck of the S.S. Grey, out into open air above a giant whirlpool.  The absence of both ship and the island were incredibly alarming, but that would be a matter for later.  There were more pressing worries just now.

Sal’s words sounded out across the roaring surf, and Mistral reckoned he was right, considering the sky brightening in the east.  Sinking beneath the roiling sea, she closed her eyes and focused her will.  The sounds of crashing waves fell quiet and the rush of moving water slowed, and Michael, Fate, Sal, Nefertiti and Mistral began to sink.  They only sank only a dozen feet before touching down outside Sal’s estate as the sphere of seawater containing them drained into the expansive lawn.  Mistral began to move toward the nearest entrance and beckoned, “Show us the way, maître Sal.”

Once Sal had led them inside the manor to whatever sun-secure location he intended to bring Nefertiti, Mistral turned to a blank wall and began to weave circular patterns with her hands.  As she moved she said, “If Carmilla knew of this place then it may not be secure for long.”  With an opening gesture she opened a circular portal with edges swirling with bright vapors, beyond which could be seen a subterranean cavern with strangely-angled stones and a pool of clear and still water.  Some of the present company may have at some point passed through this magical sanctum somewhere in the French alps.  Mistral turned and addressed the cabal,  “I must go now to manage cette catastrophe.  If this haven is compromised or if you otherwise wish to follow, speak the words, ‘Triumph without glory.’ to re-open the way after me.  L’porte will close thirty seconds later, and only our cabal are permitted to pass with those brought along by conscious intent.”  With that, Mistral stepped through the supernal portal into the cavern beyond it and approached the still pool.  Thirty seconds later the portal closed, though it could be opened again at-will with the key-phrase she’d given.

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Mistral strode into the cavernous hallow to kneel by the calm pool, closing her eyes.  She set to work with absolute focus to trace the locations of those who had been aboard the S.S. Grey or the amethyst isle, then transporting them away from trouble as needed.  The cave was nearly as cold as a walk-in refrigeration unit, and within a minute Mistral’s gaunt new body (which was also soaked in seawater) began to shiver from the chill.  Heedless of the cold, she doggedly continued working.

 Mistral managed to get the group to Sal's estate with no trouble... though the mass of seawater on the lawn was likely going to leave a gigantic dead spot in his yard.

 They managed to enter into the sun-secure mansion, protecting Nefertiti from death-by-daylight and then Mistral set to work.

Michael found a couch or chair nearby and laid Nefertiti gently upon it. He then quickly knelt on his knees in the center of the mansion and began to pray establishing a ward similar to the one in the Crystal prison to protect the mansion from Carmila’s magic. Once he was finished, he met up with the rest of the group. “I imagine we only got until daylight ends to either fortify this place or find somewhere else to be before we get a mass of vampires descending upon us.”