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Dear M,
It is with great regret that I must inform you of the passing of the Cappadocian, Alexander. His behavior had grown increasingly erratic of late, demanding to be allowed to see his sword so he could speak with it, and claiming to have visions of death and destruction at the hands of the Ravnos named Plunkett. As time wore on, his babbling became less and less coherent and he was refusing to leave my haven, despite having a very nicely furnished condo in Ann Arbor where he could pace and rant and rave in peace.
I allowed him to come in and speak with his mentor (apparently, he believes his sword to be posessed by the spirit of his long-dead sire) and he seemed mollified by his discussions with his mentor. He said that he was ordered by his mentor to go to the city of Brighton to seek out Infernalists. I decided to follow him because, as far as I was aware, there was no real Kindred presence in that town.
Alexander managed to lose me at some point, but I did find that a small Camarilla presence was set up in the area. They seemed to be constantly at odds with mortal Hunters and Lupines, however. Certainly not a safe way to conduct one's existence. Alexander came to introduce himself to the Prince and one of the advisors, perhaps a Primogen, became very agitated by Alexander's presence. Hiding myself where they would be unable to see me, I heard her tell the Prince that Alexander's aura bore the tell-tale marks of Diablerie!
It seems that the Prince's favorite consort, a Kindred of some beauty, had disappeared recently and was feared slain. Incensed, and perhaps slightly insane as it were, the Prince ordered a Blood Hunt on Alexander. Unfortunately, he did not survive the night.
Do you think anyone at the Chantry has any use for one posessed sword and one formerly posessed sword which may be a conduit for demonic magics?
Oh, and I finished that write-up on the ethics of Blood Magic Rituals at Birthday Parties you requested.
Oh, and Apprentice Kiera needs new robes. Whatever she was wandering around in was far too flammable.
Oh, and that silly neonate you told me to play with has yet to find me. I think you need to give him a leash or something.
Cordially,
L.
It is with great regret that I must inform you of the passing of the Cappadocian, Alexander. His behavior had grown increasingly erratic of late, demanding to be allowed to see his sword so he could speak with it, and claiming to have visions of death and destruction at the hands of the Ravnos named Plunkett. As time wore on, his babbling became less and less coherent and he was refusing to leave my haven, despite having a very nicely furnished condo in Ann Arbor where he could pace and rant and rave in peace.
I allowed him to come in and speak with his mentor (apparently, he believes his sword to be posessed by the spirit of his long-dead sire) and he seemed mollified by his discussions with his mentor. He said that he was ordered by his mentor to go to the city of Brighton to seek out Infernalists. I decided to follow him because, as far as I was aware, there was no real Kindred presence in that town.
Alexander managed to lose me at some point, but I did find that a small Camarilla presence was set up in the area. They seemed to be constantly at odds with mortal Hunters and Lupines, however. Certainly not a safe way to conduct one's existence. Alexander came to introduce himself to the Prince and one of the advisors, perhaps a Primogen, became very agitated by Alexander's presence. Hiding myself where they would be unable to see me, I heard her tell the Prince that Alexander's aura bore the tell-tale marks of Diablerie!
It seems that the Prince's favorite consort, a Kindred of some beauty, had disappeared recently and was feared slain. Incensed, and perhaps slightly insane as it were, the Prince ordered a Blood Hunt on Alexander. Unfortunately, he did not survive the night.
Do you think anyone at the Chantry has any use for one posessed sword and one formerly posessed sword which may be a conduit for demonic magics?
Oh, and I finished that write-up on the ethics of Blood Magic Rituals at Birthday Parties you requested.
Oh, and Apprentice Kiera needs new robes. Whatever she was wandering around in was far too flammable.
Oh, and that silly neonate you told me to play with has yet to find me. I think you need to give him a leash or something.
Cordially,
L.
