[ Author’s Note: This is the log for the 8th session. Instead of posting your standard log of everything that happened during the session I will post “Then” and “Now” sections that summarize the story. The players will need to recall the details as to how it unfolded. This means that the players will be responsible for remembering any loose ends that may come back to haunt them in a later Episode. ]
[ Note Regarding The Picture: I found the Boston picture when I was searching for a “female vampire” image on Google. Turns out it is from a book that sells on Amazon. I loved the East Indian feel so I turned to Google again. Of course there are vampires in India! 😉 ]
Willow Gate Estate, New Orleans, USA – June 19th, 2015 – Vanessa throws open the small door the pantry then quickly heads down the tiny concealed stairway. Her thoughts race. Sounds like a large caliber pistol and an M16. Most likely it is the professional team that Barnes described. Vanessa muses that Barnes is the only Vampire of their brood with any long term potential. Barnes is a trained soldier who is used to taking order but is not dumb enough to march into his own demise. As Vanessa reaches the bottom of the stone stairway her nose is assaulted with the fragrant smell of stale blood. At the far side of the chamber a writhing mass of thralls crawl under the crossed legs of Boston forming a makeshift throne of flesh. For a moment Vanessa takes in the beautiful example of her lovers immense power. Realizing the importance of the moment Vanessa speaks out, “My love…the group of hunters that Barnes mentioned is at our very doorstep!” Boston turns and stands atop the thralls, as she walks to the ground they form stairs under her feet, “Prepare to meet our foes Vanessa. I must be given time to complete the ritual. With it my legacy will be complete.” With that Vanessa pulls the silver blade that was given to her as a gift from her lover and opens the steel door leading to the gazebo, “I’ll lead.” As the two race down the narrow stone corridor Vanessa feels a twinge of doubt. Even though she had killed many hunters over the years somehow this time felt different.
Willow Gate Estate, New Orleans, USA – June 25th, 2015 – Jacob Morley always made Sutherland’s skin crawl. The ancient mortician with his gaunt appearance and tall thin frame seemed to only be kept alive by some unseen force. Gathering his tablet Sutherland follows Morley towards the office of the Adeptus Exemptus of his grand Hermetic Order Of The Golden Dawn. After knocking at the door Morley opens the portal and ushers him into the room. Taking a seat at the large oak desk Doctor Sutherland waits to be addressed. As the chair turns the Doctor sits up straight, “Adeptus.” “Doctor Sutherland. We have received word that the group of hunters that you encountered in New Orleans have kicked over a proverbial bees nest of spirits and souls. The amount of arcane and historical knowledge that could potentially be harnessed from the event and the released spirits is immense. You have a colleague within the group of hunters and experience with the history leading up to the event so I want you to lead the mission. Please have a mission statement and resource allocation outline in my inbox within the next 3 hours. Don’t let me down Doctor.” With a nod Jason Sutherland stands and walks back to his office with a smile on his face. This could be his chance for a promotion to the Inner Circle!