Nov 202010
 

After waking up on the evening of 24 October 1933, the group discovers that the Czech army has rolled into Dubi.  They have already impounded the three vehicles the group came in on and were preparing for a more elaborate search of Dubi.  Dusan, the Prince of Dubi, while remaining outwardly calm, asks that the party leave as soon as possible.

 

The group heads out on foot and after going about 2 miles up the road, the discover the courier’s car.  The men apparently left it without a struggle.  Another group of footprints (which smelled of werewolf) lead the couriers down the road. From there the party heads up to an ancient ruin and are met by a man and a young lady.  They are clearly werewolves and, once Viktoria explains what they are doing, seem rather amused.  Other werewolves circle the group.  Then they are told they can go talk to Theobald Zardov, one of Dusan’s childer.

 

When the party gets to Zardov’s odd keep, they are welcomed and the book is turned over in short order.  Zardov admits that the men’s deaths were his fault, but doesn’t really explain what that means, nor does he really explain the relationship he has with the werewolves or with his Sire, Dusan.  He simply, and quickly, finds a place for the players to rest for the day and leaves.

  3 Responses to “Session Notes, Session 3, Nov 20”

  1. It�s Brahms.

    Honestly, I�m not entirely sure, I�ve just…always known it….

    Sonata Number 3

    Mmmm…you�re a vision, leaning over the sounding board like that…. What? Dubi?

    Yes, Dubi. Well, the next evening we found a contingent of Czech army regulars poking around and our vehicles confiscated. Apparently our border crossing didn�t go unremarked. Dusan most certainly didn�t want us around, and told us to check in with his childer Zardov in his small castle outside of town.

    We headed up the road and checked out the car – there didn�t seem to be any sign of struggle. Markus got the scent of werewolves, and it would seem that our two guys just got up and walked away, escorted by the mutts towards an old broken-down mansion a short way down the road.

    We girded ourselves (and the silver slugs in the hand-cannon) and went up the road to the mansion. We were approached by an older man and a young woman (and surrounded by the rest of their pack), who seemed amused at our inquiry and pointed us in the direction of Zardov�s castle. Viktoria seemed pretty well-versed in woofie, and did the talking.

    We hiked over to Zardov�s place and they let us in. Zardov was obviously full of shit, but when we pressed him, he produced the notebook we were after. He said the courier and his driver were dead, and that may be his fault, and made some vague reference to negotiating with the puppies. Frankly, I didn�t give enough of a damn about the whole affair to ask any more questions. We had the notebook. It seemed legitimate.

    Before we retired for the day I sent Alfred out to do his thing and get a glimpse of where our vehicles were taken.

  2. This damn book better be something special. I know I shouldn’t question the Mistress, but really, our lives, such as they are, must not be worth some scraps of paper. Why else would she send us into territory covered with fleabags, soldiers, HUNTERS and even what now seems to be an unfriendly local prince with something to hide.

    Speaking of him, he better not try anything. This little hick burg might have a decent hotel but Maria will have it wiped off the map, army or no army, if he messes with us. And after all the complaining I did get it, I better get that damn bike back, or I’ll be next.

    Maybe our resident butler will be able to come up with something useful while we’re stuck indoors. I don’t trust him either.

    You know who else I don’t trust? That bossy one, the witch who seems to know an awful lot about talking to wolves. Maybe she’s one of their agents, and that’s why we’re not having any luck.

    At least the crazy one isn’t screwing anything up yet.

  3. As I walked through the town the next evening, I saw several soldiers around the square where we had left the vehicles. And the vehicles were gone. Most likely impounded. So, it seems our little escapade at the border did attract some attention.

    It was obvious that Prince Dusan wanted us gone. Not that I blame him. He allowed us to come here, and we repay him by bringing trouble down on him. This is a small enough place that someone will have noticed where we went last night. And someone will most likely tell the soldiers. Which will bring them to his door with questions and possibly worse.

    So we left. Not fast enough for my taste; we were lucky that the soldiers had not yet decided to check out the hotel. No doubt they would, though. The town was small enough that this would be the logical place to look for us.

    As for the Prince, I suspect if he thought he could have gotten away with it, he would have killed us, or handed us over to the soldiers. He will, after all, have to live here in the future as well, and it is in his interest to stay on good terms with the soldiers and the authorities. But that would probably result in a fight he would just as soon avoid.

    Interesting, really, that I am assuming they would fight the soldiers, should they get too close. Perhaps I am being unfair. It may be that grandfather’s words have coloured my view. Still, so far, what I have seen just supports what he said. Considering the Kindred’s tendency to Embrace those who are like themselves, I can only assume that this is what people become, when given eternal life and too much power.

    The Prince told us we might find shelter with his Childer, who lives just north of Dubi. In my opinion, the main problem with that, aside from the possibility of a trap, would be if the soldiers decided to ask questions at the keep as well as in town.

    Since it was still early, we headed for where the car had been last seen first. On the way, we passed some ruins, rather interesting ones. Very much so, in fact, I would not be surprised if it was a caern.

    The car was not hard to find, but it was, of course, empty. Tracks indicated they had come from the ruins, and the Gangrel confirmed my suspicions. There were Garou involved here, and they could be found among the ruins.

    I have to admit I would have felt far safer had I been alone. I was half expecting one of them to say something stupid. Incredibly enough, not even the musician did, though. And I think _they_ found it all rather amusing. As for their leader, he seemed to believe that Prince Dusan had sent us to him because he wanted to see us dead.

    In the end, he told us where to find the book. Asking for just one thing in return, and that only after being prompted, to hear how it turned out. I have to admit I was rather surprised that the others managed to stay quiet and let me do the talking.

    It seemed that Prince Dusan’s Childe had somehow gotten his hands on the book. No point even asking how they knew, of course. They had been down on the road, by the car. They probably had a hand in the man’s disappearance. Still, they did no harm to us.

    And in a way, I trust them more than this Zardov. It was just too easy. He admitted he had the book, and handed it over without hesitation. I am fairly certain it is the right one; though it was difficult, I could piece together enough of it to read parts of it, at least.

    The strange thing was that Zardov also admitted that he was, in a way, responsible for the death of Maria’s servant. He also made it clear that he has some sort of understanding with the Garou in the area. And I am not sure that his and their understanding of the agreement is the same. They did, after all, send us to Zardov. Either they know each other very well indeed, or they are playing some game of their own. Or perhaps they just found the whole thing amusing.

    It is all rather confusing, I must admit. Had he been a Ragabash, it might have made sense. But that is not likely. I would guess Philodox, and a noble one. A Silver Fang, perhaps, or a Shadow Lord.

    Zardov gave us sanctuary, for now. I am not sure I trust him, but it will have to do. We are in someone else’s territory, after all, and the protection of someone who belong here is not to be scorned.

    When I returned later that night, to keep my promise to them, they seemed rather surprised. Perhaps it was because I returned alone, or perhaps it was because I returned at all. I do think he was a bit disappointed that it all had been so void of action of any kind. Still, they were courteous enough.

    And another thing. While we had been at the keep, the Garou had clearly been in a fight. And what those wound told me… Had I thought they would have accepted my aid, I would have offered it. But I am a stranger here, so I asked no questions about it, and they volunteered no information. Still, they were more welcoming than most others I have met of late.

    Sad, that I have searched so long, and find what I am looking for here, when I soon have to leave again.

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