@BlackPanther It had been silent for days, vampire activity in London had dropped to next to nothing. The usual strange corpses seemed to dry up, few strange persons on rooftops, fewer of the old regulars to feeding grounds that had been a steady reminder of the personages that stalked London’s streets looking for their next meal. The sudden eruption of street warfare had gone as soon as it had come leaving the streets silent.
For three days the old haunts sprung up again as the old proprietors returned with a vengeance. The bodies in the streets returned; the red eyes in the shadows and the patter of feet across the roof top. A passing group, two maybe three. Moving with purpose with a clear directions towards the London’s famous clock tower.
@AtomicNut Lord Ventrue had been eerily silent and sober for the last few days. Almost as though he knew that inevitably the hammer would come down from on high. Blood brother or not he was not immune to Vlad’s wrath and it was all too clear that the vampire community as a whole had evoked that from their Dark Lord. After days of silence the missive finally came. Ventrue left in a gloomy stupor.
Hours later the Lord returned to the docks in a flurry of activity that had been lacking in his departure. The clan had been summoned and the news was broken to the family as a whole. Assassins from another land had made an attempt on Vlad’s life. The details were hazy at best from the head of the clan but it was clear that the Elders had beat back the attack.
While this was heralded by cheers the rest of the news had come as a shock. The countess had been poisoned by an as up until now unknown venom capable of stopping a vampire's heart. The count had flown into a rage and it had taken the combined might of the Elder’s to sedate him with a triple dose of a strange brew Ravnos had for such an occasion. Even now the Elder’s would be needed to maintain the city. In the meantime Volunteers were being request for a team to join the other clans to go to the east and find the identity of the Assassins and a cure for the Countess.
@Stern Algorithm @lucloversGangrel had left in a rage for the summons from Vlad leaving the members of his clan to sit and “Think about what they had done” as he put it. It had a sarcastic slant to it and it was clear that Gangrel blamed Malkavian and Ravnos for the whole affair. Regardless he left the Wraith and went alone to the meeting that Vlad called him to.
When he returned the Elder was in a gleeful mood. Apparently a group of Assassin’s had made an attempt on Vlad’s life. It was an opportunity to capitalize and perhaps take the upper hand in the race for Vlad’s throne. The Countess had been poisoned and Gangrel was looking for volunteers to advance themselves and to go with the other clans to find a cure for the countess. With the clear instructions that they were to take credit if at all possible.
@Jangel13 Malkavian finally returned, he’d gone to see Vlad about the events three days ago and things had not gone well. That is until the countess had been poisoned be Assassins from the east. Vampires with strange powers and an even stranger agenda. They had been gunning for the lord of the Underworld himself but he had proved too formidable an opponent and had proved even almost too formidable for the Elders who had to subdue him before he tore the estate down.
Now an opportunity had presented itself for the clan to get back into Vlad’s good graces. And Malkavian was looking for volunteers.
@FrettzoThomas had left the upper floor window open and told Sengchou to call the estate home. He had needed to attend to elder Ravnos soon after their reunion and had been gone for the past two days. With his return came the news that the Countess had been poisoned and that the clans were assembling a team to head to somewhere in the middle east to track down the assassins who had poisoned her and perhaps recover an antidote.
Ravnos had provided Thomas with leads and he had selected a promising one which involved a buried city that was supposedly home to another clan of Vampires. At Least up until the death of the Christ. Ravnos was convinced that if any place had the cure for a vampire poison it would be the ruins of the city.
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