Similar to Nefertari the Ventrue arrived in an expensive car, specifically a black sedan. Richard was seated in the back and his driver George was behind the wheel. Richard entered the estate wearing a sleek black suit which was clearly made of high quality, as were the leather dress shoes. He gave each Kindred present a respectful nod.

"Good evening everyone!"

Asha jogged up to the mansion along the drive with a large german shepherd loping alongside easily. Asha barked and growled quitely to her famulus as they drew close. "Best behaviour Baxter if its a trap its a trap and you feel free to go for the face or the throat. Biting anywhere else won't even distract them. If we get killed I want to leave them something to remember us by. Feel free to take a shit inside as we are leaving. Might make a nice change from the smell of hypocrisy, lies and ambition." Baxter barked aceptance and whimpered a little as he cocked his head towards his master. Asha slowed to a walk and scritched Baxter behind the ear before responding. "We are about to find out"

Asha would have had to put in effort to look more out of place in the Prince's mansion, her head was partially hidden in a hoodie that was several sizes to big and her jeans were torn and scratched in multiple places. She wore a pair of boots that were clearly not a matching pair as one was black and the other brown, both leaving clods of dirt as she walked across the floor. Her clothing was covered in old and new stains from dirt and grass, perhaps some of the darker ones might have even been blood. Overll she appeared as though she had been living wild in woods for several months before tumbling in through the front door. She sniffed at the air and wrinkled her nose,her teeth bared in disgust for a few moments. She barely glanced at the prince before moving to stand closer to the anarchs with Baxter in tow and to make her loyalties perfectly clear. Baxter sat politeley and almost unatturally still for a dog though he managed to look significantly better groomed and well presented than Asha herself. Asha herself was not a particular impressive figure, lithe and standing at five feet tall flat though she never shared from eye contact and indeed preferred to lock gazes where possible.

Ash gave a nod in Rooks directions and spoke aloud to the others gathered nearby. "So why have you dragged our asses all the way out to this gaudy place for? Nothing good i should think." Her voice had a very slight accent from her home country that she had never managed to quite shake off. She looked at the Anarch elders questioningly but did not comment further.
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I believe in God, the Father Almighty, Creator of Heaven and earth.

Throckett flattened the sides of his cassock nervously as he bid a last minute confessor a good evening. The weight of their sins never changed, even after his rebirth, but now that he could drink them in, he felt that they left more satisfied. Maybe they felt, for even a brief moment, the glory of the lord shine upon them, as it did he. Finally alone, he made sure that he was ready. Something big was going to happen; it had been some time since he felt the guiding hand and Throckett was sure that God was testing his patience.

He descended into Hell; the third day He rose again from the dead.

He checked his reflection; the face of a young, kindly preacher looked back at him with warm, cunning, mocha eyes. His cassock, freshly dry-cleaned cloaked the young kindred in black, only broken by his clerical collar and his worn white rosary necklace. He had prepared this way every night since his introduction to this "Camarilla", certain that he still had a part to play in His grand plan.

From thence He shall come to judge the living and the dead.

Throckett thanked God for inspiring him to put some of the donations towards community bike racks. They made travel around Shadowhold so much faster and easier than traveling by foot and he certainly didn't want to rely on Him to guide him everywhere. When the security guards came into view, the Reverend got off and left the bike standing in the sidewalk. It had the church's address on it if it ever got stolen, though perhaps Throckett would take a moment to pray for the soul who would need to do such a thing...


the forgiveness of sins, and the resurrection of the body and life everlasting.

The mansion was as he remembered it; a den of opulence and power. However there were significantly more of the saved here. He couldn't help but smile warmly at everyone there. He quietly reveled in his vindication; his faith bearing fruit. He smiled and nodded warmly at all the strangers but saved Dolzaev for last; kneeling in respect and crossing himself to give her a quick prayer before standing and backing away towards what seemed an appropriate place to stand. He dared not speak yet; for he was filled with such excitement that he feared he may never stop, instead choosing to listen and learn.

Sasha simply wrinkled her nose at Asha as if she were something Baxter did on the floor, not even deigning to respond, but gave the young Reverend a respectful nod. Luna reached behind her back, presumably about to draw a weapon, but Sasha ordered, "Nyet! (No!) Uberi svoyu malen'kuyu igrushku! (Put away your little toy!)" The much shorter blonde folded her arms. "You're just going to take it li-"

"Ya koroleva(I am the Queen). You will do as I order, madwoman." the elder replied in an accent that left no room for debate about her nationality. She then turned her gaze on her "guests". "I am sure you have each heard of the 'animal attacks' on the news, da? While our more loathsome cousins are indeed little more than animals, it is... paramount?" The man with the Charlie Chaplin-looking mustache gave an affirmative nod. "Da, it is paramount that these mad dogs be put down before our... friends, from the government decide to drop the bomb, nyet?"

Asha smiled and blew a silent kiss at Luna. It brought her pleasure to see servants humbles yet there was also a lingering annoyance and bitterness. Not to long ago she had been one of them as well. What was worse was that Asha could not be certain she would not still be serving had her sire left the Camarilla. The clans blood flowed strongly in her and loyalty to her sire had always been strong despite never being blood bonded by him as was common in her fledgling days.

The smile dropped at the Prince's inference and her voice was a mixture of loathing and anticipation. "Sabbat!" Asha made to spit on the floor but instead spat into her hand and brushed it on her stained jeans with a nod to Sasha. No one could possibly say she lacked any manners.

Baxter emitted a low growl, responding to Asha's combative change in mood. She took a mental breath and tugged on the leash that kept her beast in check. Memories unbidden flashed behind her eyes and were gone. she barked softly to Baxter and stroked his head affectionately to calm him. "Calm yourself little one. There is no battle here it seems."

She addressed the Prince and the Anarch Elders directly. "Are we likely dealing with a rogue pack? I am curious as to why it was requested I attend, I cannot say the Camarilla has made a habit of involving us in their plans, at least not until the enemy is pounding on the ivory towers door." Asha looked to the Anarch elders for a response to the last part, it was strange indeed and the situation potentially more dire than what the Prince was suggesting.
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Nefertiti looked at Asha with concern as if one would dare come to meet the Prince of the city looking so unkempt.  Her eyes gazed at the mutt next to her and then she smiled at it as if to enjoy experimenting on it.

She stayed quiet but gave a nod to those that followed in after her, she even gave the slightest nod to Asha.

When Sasha spoke of madwoman, her eyebrow slightly arched as she didn't think her to be of the Malkavian Clan, but then again most think that she was Ventrue by the way she carries herself. Or was the Prince speaking to the Sheriff.

Only to find out that she is one of the Rare members of Clan Tremere to be a member of the High Clan.  That could be one of the reasons she gets along so well with some of the Ventrue of the city.

The order to put down only brought a smirk to her beautiful face for that gave them the rights to preform a Final Death upon the Sabbat.  Not that there was any lost love between them and the Tremere.  Some even believe that it was the Sabbat that cause the Second Inquisition to bomb in Vienna.

"As you wish my Prince. she replied. She then looked to Richard and wondered if he had anything to say.
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(( Roll Awareness + Intelligence, number of success = how much you know about the attacks, based on what was on the news. ))

In reply to Storyteller (msg # 11):


20:53, Today: Rook rolled 26 using 5d10 with rolls of 4,8,7,1,6.  Awareness + Intelligence.

Looks like 3 successes.

In reply to Rook (msg # 12):

In reply to Nefertari Panthea (msg # 10):

The preacher's brows furrowed in confusion at the Prince's words. Clearly the slang had gone over his head. "Mad... dogs?" he mumbled to himself as his left hand instinctively reached for his rosary. It was only after the homeless kindred that brought the dog mentioned the Sabbat that his eyes slowly shifted from confusion to horror as it became clear what it was he was tasked to do. He vaguely remembered his 'Sire' mentioning that peculiar, militant, and radical denomination.

...pray for us sinners...

His fingers worried over one of the beads and he closed his eyes as the wheels in his head churned. He had prayed for a test such as this, but never had he thought that one so difficult would come so suddenly! The urge to kneel came to him, and he relented, dropping to one knee when an idea came to him.

"I think there is an alternative, Prince Dolzaev." The Reverend's tone was measured, but years of practice allowed his smooth southern drawl to take full advantage of the acoustics. "If we hunt them down, we may only cause tensions to flare. Instead, I suggest that we at least attempt to talk to the group, and if they are indeed guilty we bring them back for trial and punishment."

The Reverend paused for a moment to let his words carry themselves before continuing. "The benefits are threefold, Prince. We would appear merciful but strong. If the Anarchs participate in the trial it would show unity. And lastly, a public punishment would be an opportunity to show all of Shadowhold what exactly happens when they dare cross you; nipping potential upstarts in the bud."

With that he bowed his head and closed his eyes in prayer as he waited for the answer.



21:14, Today: Reverend Throckett rolled 13 using 4d10 ((6,3,3,1))
1 Success, sorry I forgot to check the "record each die" box.

Rook remains silent.  Observing the others reactions, and what the Anarch "leaders" do.  His mind, however, is very active.  Going over what he knows, and drawing what connections he can.
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08:54, Today: Asha failed (1 failure) using 3d10 with the World of Darkness 3rd ed system with a target of 6 with rolls of 6,1,1.  Int + awareness .

Can't recall if 1's count as a botch and detract from successes. So either auto failure or 1 success

In reply to Reverend Throckett (msg # 15):



Luna simply laughed at Reverend Throckett. "Such childlike naivete. The only things to expect from any Sabbat dealings are death, enslavement, or being turned into furniture." Christopher placed a hand on Luna's shoulder. "Now now, Luna dear. You haven't spoken with as many of the Keeper or Stoker elders as I have. Some are... more amiable than others. Perhaps the elders may have words, and harsh punishments, for their misguided youth." Luna then scoffed at her sire. "And what are you suggesting? That we let these weeds overtake the garden?"
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In reply to Asha (msg # 17):

Richard also remind silent, it was clear that for a split second he considered speaking up but he didn't bother. He allowed the Anarch to vent her frustration if that is what the Prince saw fit to allow.

OOC: Richard Navarro failed (no successes) using 3d10 with the World of Darkness 3rd ed system with a target of 6 ((3,5,4)).

I got nothing!

In reply to Reverend Throckett (msg # 15):

The Prince seemed willing to entertain the notion at least. "Perhaps there are indeed benefits to ruling with less of an... iron fist. Ochen' khoroshiy,(Very well) You may try diplomacy and interrogation first, failing that, we will deal with them how we see fit."

"You can't be serious!"

"Bloodshed is not always the answer podzhigatel' voyny. (warmonger) "

If anyone was watching they would see that the expression on Nefertiti's face was the same as Luna.  She despised the foul beasts of Sabbat.  It seemed that her enjoyment of giving them a Final Death might be paused but in time they will show their true faces and she will get her desire.

As she looked at all that was assembled she wondered who all might of heard about these killings.  Surely Richard might of and Rook is connected into many things.  But there was no doubt that the wildwoman would know nothing, seeing that she looked to be coming out of the wilderness for the first time in years.  Even the stench coming from her was unbearable.

Nefertiti didn't know much about this Reverend and his soothing words only put the Prince in a forgiving mood.  Letting out a soft sigh she then looked over at Luna.

Asha had heard some grumbling about animal attacks from mortals at the range but otherwise paid little attention to them, in fact animal scares was always good for business. Everyone wanted bigger guns and higher caliber ammo when trouble started brewing. It gave Asha no small pleasure to know that half the time her customers might shoot themselves or other mortals by mistake.

It irked her to support a camarilla, and especially one in such a  prestigious position but she could not bite her tongue any longer.

"I don't enjoy agreeing with Luna but she has the right of it. Better off walking into the sun and hoping you won't burn, at least then the worst that will happen is you simply die. Those Sabbat elders are the same ones that urged them forward and sent the blood hunters after us not so long ago. Tried to destroy the masquerade and very nearly succeeded. You may have forgotten that from your lofty throne but I fought them in the streets with bullets, blood and fire. Where do you suppose those understanding Sabbat elders were when they were tearing apart your lackeys and our brother and sisters? Busy making more degenerates to throw at us so they could drain us dry!"

Asha practically spat out her words and each one dripped with venom. She turned to the Anarch elders, disbelief in her eyes. "They talk of requests and begging favours from Sabbat at the behest of some priest with his embrace marks practically fresh on his neck and you say nothing?! We are not the Camarilla and i demand an answer from you on behalf of all those who would not live under the heel of an ivory boot. Do you too serve this Prince now? And you!"

Asha took several steps towards the priest and pointed a dirt caked nail as baxter crouched low and also stared at Throckett. "Have you ever been face to face with a Sabbat as they tried to tear out your throat? Seen the glee and fantical joy in their eyes with every piece of flesh and blood they carve from your body. Cackling like devils as they descend upon a fallen comrade and devour them like a swarm of carrion?" She pulled back the hood revealing the deep scarring on the left side of her face and stepping up to Throckett almost nose to nose. Though she was looking up at him due to her short stature she seemed anything but cowed by the difference in height.

"Mercy to them is like fresh virgin blood to a fledgling on their first night after the embrace. The only language Sabbat speak is fire and death. The only lesson they will understand is pain and merciless savagery." Asha stepped back from Throckett and turned addressing all present "I would question the sanity of any here present that have faced the Sabbat and believe they can be reasoned or bartered with! In fact i would say the only sane suggestions I have heard tonight came from your Malkavian Sherrif! Perhaps you should consider that for some interesting introspection"
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The Reverend would have accepted any verdict from the Prince, but he would be lying if he said that he had not felt a wave of relief when the Prince gave her verdict. He was keenly aware that his proposition was an unpopular one but as it was a test from the Lord, he had already steeled himself to face many a hardship. Without another word, he stood back up and returned to his place, but his prayer of thanks was interrupted by the angry homeless kindred.

He listened intently, with an almost infuriating calm as the Gangrel raged, giving her his undivided attention. As she approached him, he could feel the stirrings of the Devil within him and clenched his fists tightly against his rosary as he pushed those evil urges down. Instead he looked with eyes unclouded by hate or fear. This woman had every right to speak her mind; it was his duty to meet her with compassion and empathy. Even when she finished speaking he waited a few moments to give her room to continue if needed, but it seemed that she was done for now.

Only when he was absolutely certain that she was done did he ponder over his reply. The Devil wanted to lash out at her, to defend himself, but Throckett would not be distracted by such petty temptations. Not today.

"Faith." He said, seemingly addressing Asha as he turned and looked at her as he spoke. The drawl was still there, but the cadence that he had spoke with was much more subdued. "Everything that we are today, we owe to Faith. Every moment of every night, the only thing that keeps us from living lonesome solitary lives is our Faith."

He lifted a hand and gestured towards the Prince. "Faith in the Masquerade."

He shifted it towards the Anarch leaders. "Faith in each other."

Finally he let his hands drop to his sides. "Faith in ourselves."

"You are right. I am new to this world, and am ignorant of much of it. I am unused to the violence and horror that it brings. But I have Faith. That we can end this cycle of violence. That they are not all the creatures that hurt you in the past. That they can be reasoned with, and, if not, that they can be stopped." He turned, now addressing the coterie, "I wouldn't ask that you place your Faith in me. If you wish, use me as bait; ambush them as they busy themselves with my body. I only ask that you allow me to give them the chance. To do no more than what is absolutely necessary."

Turning back to address everyone he finished, "Violence begets violence. If other Sabbat hear of our actions come seeking retribution, what then? How much violence can the Masquerade withstand before it breaks? More importantly, what do you have to lose? A sireless newblood? Many a kingdom has paid a far greater price for peace."

In reply to Asha (msg # 23):

Sasha would not stand for being spoken to in such a manner, and gave Luna a gesture meaning that now she was aloud to deal with Asha however she saw fit. It was here and now that the Anarch elders spoke up. "You cammies have always been gutless cowards. Perfectly content with throwing away your prized ass-kissers the second they outlive their usefulness just to avoid dirtying your own hands. If our 'Sheriff' has more spine than our 'Prince', then maybe she's better off throwin' in her lot with us."

"Nakazyvayte etikh gryaznykh sviney, kak schitayete nuzhnym. (Punish these filthy pigs as you see fit) I see now that second chances are a waste." Luna looks to her sire, almost giddy, and says, "Chris, bring me the tongs. We're about to have a little entertainment." Of course, the elders aren't about to submit to whatever the blood-lusting Malkavian has in mind, so some go after Luna, while the others go after Christopher Michaels.

OOC: Asha and the Anarch elders gain the flaw Suspect (Camarilla) until reparations are made, in addition to what Luna's about to do.

Nefertiti watched all this in sheer enjoyment for the Prince has lost her temper and as a rule, there is no fighting allowed in Elysium and punishable by Final Death for all involved parties.

Taking a step out of the area so that she wasn't involved in no way but watching the whole ordeal take place.

Was Shadowhold about to have a new Prince.  Seeing that she herself started this by giving Luna a gesture and not liked being talked to from the wildwoman so boldly.
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OOC: If you care to do so, roll Wits + Awareness or Wits + Insight to pick on any underlying tensions between Prince and Sheriff.

10:09, Today: Nefertari Panthea rolled 38 using 6d10 ((3,8,4,7,8,8)).

In reply to Rook (msg # 16):