2026-03-06 13:07 - X PST
Calimastia was informed by Archmage Jacobi what he was looking for and how she could use the equipment there to find suitable artifacts. They spoke to her in whispers, and she dug where the sound was loudest.
Then, a woman approached.
The woman who approaches Calimastia is visibly monstrous, with two smooth ebony horns growing from her temples. Her claws are as long and as sharp as knives. She stands almost 7 feet tall and has black lips, black eyes, and black hair down to her mid back. She looks furious. “You have ten seconds to explain yourself before I pull your heart out.” ~ Marouth
This did not go well for Marouth. Calimastia managed to force her into a blood rage and chase her out of the park. Then when she lost sight of her, she used her magic to track down her mark to a ramen shop where Irene had once taken her on a… well, could you call it a date? Either way, she entered the building, and saw Marouth. This was not Marouth, the elder Tzimisce warlord, with a dreadful domain, and legion of followers, but a poser.
Calimastia then offered Marouth a choice:
She draws out her daggers. “It’s over. Enter torpor, and you’ll live.”
“What are you going to do?” There’s some fear in her tone.
She grins, visible even under her hood. “Take my blood price. Then turn you loose in the proper company. You either trust me to do that. Or, I drag you before the Prince. And he decides.”
Marouth chose poorly, attacked, and was knocked into torpor. Then Calimastia called up a Ventrue goon who’d owed her a minor boon to chauffeur her around. First back to the park to pick up the relics she’d left, then to see Archmage Jacobi to turn in the relics in exchange for a tome with instruction for one Principal Focus of Vitae Infusion, which she’d return in no more than three nights.
As for Marouth…