Dec 042010

After waking up, the party decides it’s time to leave Zardov’s little keep.  Once the group goes up stairs, they hear the sound of the door slamming, men talking and then a death rattle.  The group approaches the doorway, where they see Zardov’s body quickly decomposing into dust.  Just then they notice a figure, composed, seemingly of pure shadow.  It’s luminescent eyes regard them for a movement as if carefully deciding its next move.  It sinks into the floor and is gone.


The party steals a couple fancy cars and proceeds down the rutted old mountain road toward Germany. Friederick drives on ahead and is stopped by Czech border guards, but successfully uses his disciplines to get the whole party into Germany.


Once back at Maria’s, the group doesn’t make the Seekers particularly happy.  Though they book had been recovered, it was at the at the expense of an international incident, a pissed off prince, and the possible involvement of hunters and werewolves.  Felicie quickly grabbed the book and that’s the last you’ve seen of it.


About two months later, Prince Klara calls a small conclave in which she gives another long and rather boring lecture on the dangers of modern governments, the importance of the Traditions, especially the Masquerade and introduces Wyprect, the new Nosferatu primogen.  She publically, and unexpectedly, chastises the player group for stirring up trouble before dismissing everyone to their own devices.

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  1. Saturday, 28th of October, 1933

    The next evening, everything went to hell. Something killed our host. I did not see it myself, but from what the others said, some shadow with glowing eyes consumed him. It could be a wraith, or perhaps a Lasombra creature. If it is a wraith, that might be bad enough, but if the Lasombra are somehow involved in this, or even just one, it is a very bad sign indeed. The only ways I can think of that would be able to do this require quite a lot of power.

    At least it was not a puddle of blood. That _would_ have been bad. In far too many ways. But I still cannot help but wonder if whoever killed Zardov was after the book. If so, we might well have a problem.

    And whoever was behind that, also killed Zardov’s guards. They were torn apart, though I am fairly certain the Garou did not do that. Surprisingly, Doktor Rabe agreed. At least one other among us seem to favour knowledge over brute strength and their special powers.

    With the soldiers looking for us, and the possibility of being blamed for Zardov’s death, we did not have much choice, so we borrowed two of his cars and drove through the mountains back to Leipzig.

    On the way, I asked Fraulein Loewe to stop by the ruins for a few minutes. As the guards had been torn apart as well, someone who did not know what to look for might think it was the local Garou who were behind the deaths. Or whoever comes to investigate might think we were behind it.

    Still, as they did us no harm, and in fact pointed us in the right direction, I thought I owed them something in return, something more than just telling them what happened. I wrote them a short message, in Russian and German, since I do not know Czechoslovakian. Most likely, they can all read German; this was, after all, a part of the Austrian-Hungarian Empire until 1918. And if their leader is a Silver Fang, he might just appreciate that.

    “Zardov was killed, they might blame you, could look like a Garou kill to those who do not know better.” Not eloquent, and not what I would have written, had I the time to put some work into it, but I was short of time, and writing it in a dark, moving car.

    They looked at me as if I was mad, but Fraulein Loewe did stop as I requested, giving me enough time to exit the car, hold up the message so that anyone watching would see it, and place it on a rock, with a stone on top of it to keep the wind from taking it.

    I have no idea what they will think of it. Or if they will even find it. But I have made an attempt, and that will have to be sufficient.

    We somehow got across the border without trouble. Whatever had prompted the border guards from our border crossing further south to come looking for us, the guards on this road had not heard, obviously.

    Maria von Landenberg was not amused when we reported back to her. Not that I blame her. What I found almost amusing was how some of the others tried to pretend most of the problems had never happened. As if she would not hear of it from others. Far better, then, that she hears it from us first. It might give her time to salvage some of the relationship with Prince Dusan, or at least break the news to Prince Klara von Hippel.

    Though I have a feeling we have not heard the last of that … incident.


    Monday 1st of January, 1934:

    A new year.

    So far, it does not bode well.

    The Prince called a conclave yesterday, and spent most of it pointing out how important it is that we remain hidden. And she referred to what happened in Dubi, though she did not name any names. It seemed that Prince Dusan lodged a formal complaint against us. I do not think there will be any repercussions, at least direct ones, I think we would have heard by now, though. So this was most likely just a warning.

    What worried me more was what she said about the humans, the normal ones, that is. So I had to ask. The signs have been there for a while, and she confirmed that the Thule Society, among others, was the reason for her warnings.

    Though a lot of the members of the Thule Society are more interested in fighting Jews and Communists, it is still worrying. In this age of reason, for the politicians and leaders of this country to take notice of the occult, this is not good, and yes, it is a definite danger to all of us, not just the Kindred, but to the Garou as well, the Mages, any member of the supernatural community, really.

    So why do we not even seem to consider working together?

    This threat is real. If we have a government who believe in magic, who believe in ghosts, werewolves, vampires, things might turn ugly. And the Thule Society is just one of them. The Guido von List Society, the Germanenorden, Edda Society, and others beside.

    As if that was not enough, the mundane world too is becoming dangerous. The new courts, the Sondergerichte, this is not, I think, a good thing. Not at all. It seems to me that we are forgetting who we are. The violence in the streets is bad. The SA is fighting the Communists in the streets, and people are being killed. The SA are attacking others as well, Jews seem to be particularily popular targets, but it seems all it takes is to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.

    And there are rumours. Ugly rumours. I fear things are only going to get worse.

    A new year. How much worse can it get?

  2. Great. Just great. First we lose the bike, then we make friends with the wolves, then we sit around in the basement while the Prince’s childe gets..whatever it was that happened..and after all that we finally return with the stupid book and what do we get for our troubles? A scolding. Like she’s our nanny and we just spilt our milk on the floor. Those morons wouldn’t even have gotten back to Germany if it hadn’t been for me, but no, do I get a thank you? No, I get lumped in with the lot of them, and take their lumps. Why do I even bother?

  3. Turned out it was to an army base and there was just no way we were going to get them back.

    When we woke and prepared to leave, we heard, again, screams. We moved for the doors and came across a shade hovering over the rapidly-disintegrating form of Zardov. His guards were shredded, presumably by a similar force. We helped ourselves to some of his cars and got out of there. I was no longer in the adventuresome mood. For reasons that are beyond me, Viktoria insisted we stop so she could have a word with the werewolves again, but at least she didn’t take long and we moved on. I thought to myself at the time that I really should speak to Marie or Klarie about this association – though as it turned out, the need for allies would trump ancient enmity. We took the mountain…the…the mountain….

    You are stunning…I must say, though it is more forward than I generally like…that the curve of your breasts…you drive me to distraction, with those eyes lit so from the stage lights…. I believe I may be enamoured!

    Mmm…now that I have stolen a kiss, I will continue the Sonata, and the tale…

    We took the mountain road out of the country, and Freddy talked us past the checkpoint with substantially more grace than Alfred had before. We returned to Leipzig, turned the damned book over to Marie, and were scolded for causing an international incident, such as it was. About a month later, Klarie called all of the kindred in the city together for a gathering, scolded us *again* in so many words, and offered up some warnings about the up and coming government – which, as we know, had formally sanctioned efforts involving the supernatural.

    For the rest of the winter and into the spring, things continued. When you’re as old as I am, you start seeing socioeconomic and political patterns that repeat as time goes on. I was concerned at the direction of the regime. Alfred and I operated the club in as lean a manner as we could that winter, and we took the profits and distributed them in different interests across Europe – a box in Switzerland, bonds with the Bank Of England, some spots in Italy and France only Alfred and I know of. If things were gong to go bad, we were going to land on our feet, wherever that may be. But you can only keep your head down for so long bef…


    You are wicked!

  4. Elisabeth was furious. So angry that she sent Merrick away even with the hunger preying on her again. It would have been so easy to feed, and he certainly was willing. But in her rage, last thing Elsi wanted was to do permanent harm to him.

    So she told him to leave and continued pacing restlessly. The mood of city was rapidly changing to fear, and with good reason. People were wary of the changes coming with the new government. Arrests and disappearances were frequent. Now they had taken Raoul, and Elsi’s efforts to find him had failed. The little man was scarcely more than a petty thief, but he had his uses. He had simply vanished into the night.

    That had raised Elsi’s ire. The Prince’s reprimand in front of the entire populace of Elsi’s peers pushed her into a near rampage. The entire trip to Czechoslovakia was a farce in her opinion, regardless of Max’s involvement. The incident at the border was foolish. They were lucky they hadn’t had to kill the soldiers. The run-ins with the wolf-kin could have ended with their own demise. And the Prince and his family oozed danger.

    “How the hell did we get home at all?” Elsi fumed, still pacing. “And all for some little book??”

    At least she had a better idea about which of her enforced companions she could rely upon. Viktoria was largely an enigma, just like Markus, but she obviously knew a great deal. The doktor was intelligent and offered some good advice. Despite her misgivings about the whole group, it made Elsi feel slightly better about their chances of surviving whatever this was that Max and the others were scheming.

    That wasn’t much, though.

    Her angry pacing continued until hunger finally overrode rage and drove her out into streets.

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