2026-03-25 11:30 - 11:30
Written by Calimastia’s player
The nights go on.
A battle atop a rooftop. A woman with a sparkling medallion cuts down four individuals who share her blood in blind fury, seeking insight that never comes. The three survivors of the Angels of Caine flee into the night, their remaining targets a woman with silver hair, a scavenger dog, and an old friend of the autumn. The woman with the medallion lets them go, savoring in the ashes of the remaining four. She sets her sights, next, on a sequestered magician who can deliver her what she seeks, on the path of conquest.
Old whispers spread through the young of Sacramento, of an ancient man fueled by his inner voice, so much so that he refuses to die. A puppet master whom destroys everyone who gets in his path. To whom humans are merely tools. The young who are told this half truth rally in darkness, halfway blind to the truth. A mourning pair of faux parents perform sacrilege to see their daughter again, as a hag given youth watches with crowing laughter. Meanwhile, the dark word spreads, at their behest. With rumors that the greatest foe of the monster Sterner shall rise again.
An alchemist toils under the promise of liberation, as a fourth young practitioner enters the underground laboratory to begin work on the magnum opus. A large vat of boiling liquid rests in the center, observed by a master of a thousand arts. Meanwhile, his allies from the Dreaming return to his side, cooing tales of valor, woe, and entwining fates. Unsatisfied, he sends them to the four winds, in search of what he truly seeks. Meanwhile, more of those he shared the chalice with more unseen, as they realize their priest is not quite as mad as he would seem.
Bonds of the chalice finally snap, and a distant encampment, north of the city of sin, begins to mobilize. The Ductus speaks, and the wild ones answer, for her childe is dead,, and this means she has won. The gauntlet ripples in the wake of the Inquisitor and her fellows, who start their march like a storm in motion, ever closer to Sacramento.
A woman falls ill with a disease none can cure. But they said ghouls could not get sick?