2026-03-26 9:45 - 9:45 PST
Written by Calimastia’s player
A man hangs up from a call with Ally Barnes. It hadn’t been anything important. Security, and such. Very nice, but he had wards for a reason.
The magician lounged in his chair, flicking an enchanted gold coin up and down. War was getting real hot. Maybe it would finally get Jacobi to leave the chantry. The explosive device in his prized car had been sitting there for half a decade now. Had he disarmed it? Probably not. Dorian had died at the worst time.
He scowled at no one, and opened the tome he’d been studying, about Koldunism. He’d been trying to master the Path of Spirit for some time. Maybe one of these days, he’d finally get it to work. That might help. He needed the edge, if he was going to help whomever became Baron undermine the Tremere. New magic. New skills.
He turns over, and nearly jumps, for a woman is standing in his office, with a stake in hand. His auspex hadn’t-
He’s torpid before he can finish the thought.