In reply to Nefertari Panthea (msg # 28):

17:05, Today: Asha rolled 3 successes using 5d10 with the World of Darkness 3rd ed system with a target of 6 ((5,7,8,2,10)).

In reply to Asha (msg # 31):

As things escalate without warning, The strength of the Anarchs is sufficient to mortally wound Luna and incapacitate Chris. This drives Sasha into a fury frenzy, causing her to lunge for Asha first.

As Nefertiti moves herself out of the area of this madness, her eyes gazed to the Reverend and smile as a thought ran across her mind.
And you wish to be civil with the Sabbat. Try your talking now.

The Prince lunging at the wild woman was expect, shocked it took so long. Then Nefertiti looked at the mutt, for later experiments once it’s master was gone.

In reply to Sasha Dolzaev (msg # 33):

Richard joined up with Nefertari and called his driver over, they would need all the help they could get.

19:31, Today: Asha rolled 5 successes using 6d10 with the World of Darkness 3rd ed system with a target of 6 ((7,8,10,3,10,9)).

Critical success XD with 7 successes and 2 10's somehow. i wwill leave ST to describe as not entirely sure how she is attacking me. If possible asha would move to restrain rather than kill the prince if able to take advantage of her rage and the critical?
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Asha managed to successfully restrain Sasha, while poor Chris and Luna were both reduced to ash by the Anarch elders. As for Sasha, they decided to leave her fate in Asha's hands.

Baxter moved to attack but stopped as Asha barked a short command before crouching low in front of Asha and the prince in order toguard her from the other Kindred. Asha drew her pistol and held it to the base of the Prince's neck. Asha's fangs were bared as she growled "Lets all try to keep a calm head shall we? I don't want a war with you if the Sabbat are here but i can't say my trigger finger isnt itchy after being attacked like that.So what happens next? Are you willing to follow a prince who disagrees with her sherrif and incites war with Anarchs to soothe her pride?" Asha looked to the Anarch Elders monetarily though kept her eyes mostly on the other kindred present.

"Was this the plan? Bring me to poke the bear so you had a reason to defang the Camarilla? If so I don't appreciate being made a pawn. and as for you Sasha, what would you stand to gain from starting a war with us when Sabbat are nearby? Am i the only one here who thinks this whole situation stinks like rotten blood?"

   Rook had watched the scene without moving much, just enough to step out of the way of one attack.  Which left Sasha with her back exposed to him, as she charged Asha.  A slight smirk creased his lips briefly, as the fight was over as quick as it had begun.  "It seems the Sabbat are unnecessary.". He thinks to himself.
   With the Anarch elders amidst the Camerilla, and Sasha restrained by Asha, Rook casually moves to position himself away from the cluster, in a neutral stance.  Which left him with the groups Infront of him, and Ashas' back within his sight.  He did not take sides in Sect wars, there was more risk than profit there.  Though, Asha was part of the Gangrel, so it was unlikely that he would let her get ashed for defending herself.
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Asha looked around and made a decision, if no one was willing to speak up or act the  she would do what she alwasy did, survive. She addressed the Camarilla members present. "Move to the otherside of the room. i didn't want this. Well fuck. I always hoped to stake a prince one day but not like this, wanted to follow Theo's footsteps and actually make a difference. This is just.....fuck!"

The beast was clearly rising in Asha as she became more confuised and nervous whilst carefully making her way to the door whilst trying not to expose her back to the camarilla. Had the elders not been their she would have already been dead and she wa snot stupid enough to beleive the Camarilla would let her live after tonight even if she released the foolish prince back to her subjects care. There was a good chance the Anarchs present would not let the Prince live regardless. The power vacuum created to much opportunasty and Asha found herself wandering again if this had beena  variation of thier plan all along. or whether Asha had just stumbled into well laid plans with her big fucking mouth. She reaosned that whatever the cause it could only end one way and it seeemd painfully clear that the only way to survive would be to stick with the anrachs 100% and serve as she did before.

The beast inside railed agaisnt the decision. Service was a fancy word for being chained and heeding commands like pet. She looked to Baxter and spoke softly in growls and barks. "In the end their is no difference between us. Get ready to run if you can escape then leave me. you were the only innocent creature in this place." He barked angrily asnd Asha smiled despite herself. Baxter rarely never disobeyed her requests before and it was a small comfort that if she were to finally meet her death it would not be alone.

Asha addressed the elders "Lets go, it looks like we have a war to prepare for now. I would ask you spare the others here so long as they do not try to stop us leaving, i ould say you owe me that courtesy at least." Asha chuckled bitterly through gritted teeth and spoke to the room in general. "Kullu Nafsin Zaa'iqatul Maut.(Every soul will taste death). Long live the Prince.". With cold eyes she pulled the trigger.
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Rook stood there as she backed up.  Watching her, and the room.  He was no servant to the white tower, it was a matter of courtesy that he adhered to more than one of their traditions.  And he understood her flight, though he did not participate in it.  When she was at the door, and pulled the trigger, he saw the flash of fire, and the head engulfed in flame as she ran.  "That is one way to increase business.". He thought to himself.  He was unmoved by her flight into the night, though secretly, he hoped she'd make it.
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Nefertiti looked to Richard as the wild woman pulled the trigger and a bullet pierced the back of Prince's neck.  It was a serious result and seeing the Prince fall down only made her mind race as to what should she do.  Surely the guards in the Manor would be here quickly by the sound of the bullet.

She made sure to watch the Anarchs make haste out of the Manor and be on their way as she did.  But in time they will be captured and brought to trial.

Once all was settle she moved to the Prince to make sure she didn't reach her Final Death, cause she would be dealing with a trail herself of her own actions within a Elysium.

"That wasn't what I expected from this meeting. she said as her fingers ran over the wound in the back of the neck.  Hoping to see if she is able to dislodge it.

"One does not go to an Elysium expecting to be attacked for speaking.  It negates the whole point of Elysium.". Rook states matter-of-factly, his tone neutral.  Though the point remains, there is little point in the Camerilla, if they cannot adhere to their own rules.

"True Rook, and one doesn't meet a Prince in a foul attitude. she replied as she stood over the body of the Prince making sure that there is no other harm befallen upon her.

Turning to look at Rook "Even you came with respects of their station. she gave him a smirk knowing all too well about his own secrets.

She waited for the guards to come and take the Prince away to a secure area.

"I came expecting Elysium to hold.". He replies to her, his tone neutral and business-like.  Though it does leave open the question of why a Prince would be so rash, when there are far easier and Elysium abiding ways for a Prince to enforce their authority.  Such as banishment.

Confiteor Deo Omnipotenti, beatae Mariae semper Virgini, sanctis apostolis omnibus sanctis

The Reverend had reverted to a near catatonic state as the chaos, seemingly out of nowhere, exploded around him. It was just like Winthrop all over again, but this time it was Saved against Saved. The battle only lasted a few seconds but in those moments Throckett was sure of one things: why God had placed him here. While he knew precious little about the Sabbat, the preening and posturing of the rest of the Saved indicated that they too, were simple moments away from pure degeneracy. He could not do anything as ash, however, so he watched with eyes streaming bloody tears of sorrow as the Kindred fell before him.

Mia Culpla, kyrie eleison

For a brief, pitiable moment, hope shined in his eyes as Asha restrained the frenzied Prince. But that hope too was ashed as the homeless gangrel began her speech. He could see the Devil welling up inside her taking control. He could hear that the fire in her voice, no moments ago had been replaced by a familiar icy coldness. The same coldness that befell his sire just a decade ago.

Mia maxima culpa

He reached out to Asha. For what? Even if you had asked him in that moment, he could not tell you. The cacophonic chorus that sang in his head drowned out all his thoughts. The Demon within him slowed his movements but torturously did not cloud his vision as he saw the woman raise her gun. He welled up as much energy as he could but by the will of God alone he could only muster a pathetic whisper, a pale caricature of the sermons and speeches he was so prone to giving.

Quia peccavi nimis

"Stop." He eked out pathetically, "Have mer-"

Diabolus est fortis

The shot cut his words off, his outstretched arm hung in the air for a moment before limply falling to his side. The choir was silent. God had left him. He had failed. While in time, God may forgive him, he was not sure if he could forgive himself.

OOC:
17:09, Today: Asha rolled 4 successes using 7d10 with the World of Darkness 3rd ed system with a target of 6 ((1,7,7,9,4,8,3))

Changed successes to 4 as diceroller auto subtracted for the roll of 1

Nefertiti pulls out her phone then sends a message
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Of course, with the fall of Shadowhold's three biggest power-players, decisions would need to be made as to who would be replacing them.

Nefertiti looked at Rook and Richard "I'm leaving this place before more happens. It seems that even the here in the Elysium.  Your not safe. she said as she was prepared to leave.  Allowing those of higher station to clean this up.

"You have my number if you need to contact me. she then proceeds to pull out a fancy looking card with her number on it.  She hands it to the Reverend.

Then she leaves the Manor before one quick glance over as if it would be a perfect place for her to claim.  A smile crossed her face as she exited the place.

Walking out she gets into her car, if anyone doesn't stop and she is gone.

Richard nodded along with Nefertari before turning to the Reverend. "In case you want my number too." He gave him a sleek black card with a crimson pine tree on it that said 'Red Pine Corporation' on it along with a phone number. Richard quickly left with his driver after he gave the man his number.

   Rook turns, with a nod to Nefertari, and walks out the door, stepping over the corpse of the former Prince.  Once through the door, and past the manor, he disappears into the streets and alleys.

The Reverend took the cards with a polite, distracted smile. "Thank you." He said quietly, his eyes never quite leaving the ashen piles on the floor. Shaking his head, he wiped the tears from his eyes and seemed perturbed to see blood on his sleeve before focusing on Richard and Nefaertari. "I don't have- you can find me at the Second Chance Church, if you need anything of me, ask for Reverend Throckett." He tucked the cards into his pocket and nodded to the the two as they left before pulling out his worn, dog eared, bible.

He could hear the other kindred discussing topics in hushed tones and while he couldn't quite hear what they were saying, he was certain that he wouldn't be welcome for very long. He was tempted to flip through his holy book but thought it better to save those theatrics for those that would care. He closed his eyes and let the familiar grief wash over him. It was not nearly as strong as when his Sire was taken, but the loss of another weighed on him nonetheless. He suspected that there would not be a third chance for these undead, and that they would not be chosen when He arrived. Perhaps it was His will. Perhaps not.

"Eternal rest grant unto them, O Lord." He spoke quietly to not disturb the schemes of the kindred.

Et lux perpetua luceat eis.

He prayed for their souls. He forgave their trespasses against him. And he prayed that they would be given the opportunity to forgive his trespasses against them. With that, he made sure that his cassock was in order and made his way back to the church. It was getting early after all and if he lingered too long it would be daylight before he knew it.