Jan. 23rd, 2003 03:33 pm
(IC): Lisa Stall - Beginning of a Mission
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jdotmi_gamingReceived a visit from Mobius tonight. He brought some ghoul/underling with him. Said his name was Klaus. Sensed some magical power in this one. Interesting. Mobius brought some rubbings from some artifact for me to research. Interesting script. Obviously mystical in nature. The Clan would like to have the box these rubbings were made from. Hell, I'd like the box these rubbings were made of. If I could decipher the text on this...
The girl who has the box is in London apparently. She seems to have some magical power as well, judging from what little I could gleam from photographs of her. She could be very useful in my studies.
Regardless. Must make preparations to have a dearly departed family member's body shipped overseas. Must make sure instructions are very very specific. Wouldn't do to have some fool cargo inspector attempt to open the box while I'm sleeping. I don't think he would like the results.
The Following Evening
Well, this evening was certainly entertaining. Got into the "crazy child" garb and headed out. London is such a beautiful city. There was some obvious smoke off in the distance. It appeared to be from the area that the girl was supposed to be at. Of course I had to be certain.
Zombies! Damned infernalist playthings. There was a huge horde of the creatures outside of the seminary where the fire was at. They weren't faring so well, which is unsurprising considering their lack of intellect. I decided to play up the pyromaniac child angle and began dousing the zombies in magical flames. Some Kindred from inside the seminary were certainly disturbed by my display. One fellow was unconcious most of the time I was there. The one carrying him seemed a little evasive as to why...
It certainly appeared that infernalists were to blame for this attack. There was an infernal casting circle inscribed around a withered tree. I attempted to burn away the sigils, but apparently my magics only activated them and someone stepped out from the flames. In an act of sheer stupidy, the ren-faire reject nearly got the girl that has my box killed. Imbecile. He somehow managed to trigger the magic laying dormant within her, however, and she probably would have nearly destroyed the entire area had she not calmed down as quickly as she did.
Daylight was approaching and I was willing to bring everyone back to my haven for the day. Sir-Yells-Alot would have nothing of it and was demanding information about who I was. Stupid Cur. Finally got him at least civil enough (once he realized I was the only one in the area with access to shelter during the day) to get inside and shut up.
Sent an email to my current family protege, Miranda. Scanned in images of the rubbings to see what she and her people could make of them. Didn't come out as well as I would have hoped. She told me what I already knew. Ah well. She will be the first of my family to meet me in over a century. She is becoming a powerful sorceress and it should not be hard to keep her in line.
Father Asks-Too-Many-Damn-Questions gave her the third degree when she arrived with the books from his little ruin. So did Sir Plays-With-His-Sword. The trickster woman gave her a false drink of whiskey. She didn't seem to care. May need to wipe her memory if she cannot adjust to this new knowledge. Will not allow anyone to lay a finger on her otherwise.
Thankfully Miranda had a magical insight and was able to translate the rubbings on the box. There are apparently two others like it and another that they go with. She also muttered something about "Mistridge". I will need to investigate further...
The girl who has the box is in London apparently. She seems to have some magical power as well, judging from what little I could gleam from photographs of her. She could be very useful in my studies.
Regardless. Must make preparations to have a dearly departed family member's body shipped overseas. Must make sure instructions are very very specific. Wouldn't do to have some fool cargo inspector attempt to open the box while I'm sleeping. I don't think he would like the results.
The Following Evening
Well, this evening was certainly entertaining. Got into the "crazy child" garb and headed out. London is such a beautiful city. There was some obvious smoke off in the distance. It appeared to be from the area that the girl was supposed to be at. Of course I had to be certain.
Zombies! Damned infernalist playthings. There was a huge horde of the creatures outside of the seminary where the fire was at. They weren't faring so well, which is unsurprising considering their lack of intellect. I decided to play up the pyromaniac child angle and began dousing the zombies in magical flames. Some Kindred from inside the seminary were certainly disturbed by my display. One fellow was unconcious most of the time I was there. The one carrying him seemed a little evasive as to why...
It certainly appeared that infernalists were to blame for this attack. There was an infernal casting circle inscribed around a withered tree. I attempted to burn away the sigils, but apparently my magics only activated them and someone stepped out from the flames. In an act of sheer stupidy, the ren-faire reject nearly got the girl that has my box killed. Imbecile. He somehow managed to trigger the magic laying dormant within her, however, and she probably would have nearly destroyed the entire area had she not calmed down as quickly as she did.
Daylight was approaching and I was willing to bring everyone back to my haven for the day. Sir-Yells-Alot would have nothing of it and was demanding information about who I was. Stupid Cur. Finally got him at least civil enough (once he realized I was the only one in the area with access to shelter during the day) to get inside and shut up.
Sent an email to my current family protege, Miranda. Scanned in images of the rubbings to see what she and her people could make of them. Didn't come out as well as I would have hoped. She told me what I already knew. Ah well. She will be the first of my family to meet me in over a century. She is becoming a powerful sorceress and it should not be hard to keep her in line.
Father Asks-Too-Many-Damn-Questions gave her the third degree when she arrived with the books from his little ruin. So did Sir Plays-With-His-Sword. The trickster woman gave her a false drink of whiskey. She didn't seem to care. May need to wipe her memory if she cannot adjust to this new knowledge. Will not allow anyone to lay a finger on her otherwise.
Thankfully Miranda had a magical insight and was able to translate the rubbings on the box. There are apparently two others like it and another that they go with. She also muttered something about "Mistridge". I will need to investigate further...
