1400 CE

As you enter the Elysium a small and timid man stands behind a podium with a rather large book and quill. He is well dressed wearing an expensive black robe adored with gold trim. As he sees you enter he gives a slight greeting and with a nervous smile he begins to speak quickly and he says.

" Welcome to the Court of Prince Birkenfeld, owner of the Domain of the Northern States of the Holy Roman Empire. I Torston Keeper and Steward of the Prince welcome you new Cainites to Amsterdam and do hope you enjoy your stay." He pauses for a moment smiling at everyone, then right before the awkward silence begins he continues "If everyone could just let me know their name and Clan I can record your presence and then you are free to converse with each other. The Prince and rest of the court should be along shortly."

A man enters the building, he wears a brown and earthen green robe hiding most of his features. Once inside he drops the hood and his face is revealed to be long hairs with a beard full of different kinds of beads as he starts walking towards the keeper, the flesh on his face ripples. Seeming out of nowhere appears light blue Tattoos on his skin, as he approaches they appear to start glowing brighter until they give off a faint glow that frames his face.

He approaches the keeper and gives a slight bow before he begins to speak

"I am Enki, Koldun of clan Tzimiscie."

Torston smiles at everyone and starts to scribble down everyone's names. He speaks in a cheerful tone.

"Issac, Leonarduccio Esposito, Enki, Onora…" he puts his quill back in the ink before he continues

" Excellent so many new faces, now I am wondering if my ears did betray me." He turns to face Issac " Your Clan my good man, the bloodline of Caine you descend from? Surely your sire must have told you."

Torston speaks as he writes "Oh my a Caitiff, this is not good, not good at all." He puts down his quill and walks over to Issac, placing a hand on his shoulder he speaks softly. " What a poor soul you might be, it is good that you found us." he smiles before continuing a sign of concern grows on his face "Let us keep this little fact quiet for a few minutes we wouldn't want the Warden to find out."

A moment's pause as Torston goes and gets a chair he ushers for Issac to sit down.

"Why don’t you have a seat here while I gather the others' names and Clans and then we will attend to you. Perhaps someone here could explain more to our newcomer of what exactly has transpired to him. Or perhaps you could tell us more of the person who turned you and we could bring them here for some…explaining."

Seemingly out of nowhere appears a mountain of a man hunched over, his features seem hard to make out at first as his skin is warped and twisted in such inhuman manner. If he was standing up straight he would tower over the rest of the crowd but the man seems to walk in an almost hunchback like way. His skin is a greyish color, with sporadically appearing patches of hair, his eyes are small and appear bloodshot, what you believe are his fangs are very notable as they seem to form a fence of needles in his mouth.

The cloths adoring the twisted frame of a man are torn and soiled and give off a faint aroma reminiscent of a sewer grate. On his back is latched perhaps the only thing that stands out of place in a broken scabbard. A ornate pearlescent handle is attached with what can only be described as a blade of almost pure darkness, the striking weapon must have been forged by a master smith long ago.

He slicks what little hair he has back, with what appears to be his natural grease.

He scowls before speaking " Newcomers Welcome, I am the Warden of Amsterdam Gregor." he pauses scratching at his chin before continuing "Do not cause any trouble in my city else the rats will find you."

The door opens again and a man enters the room. He is tall and thin, pale skin seeming even paler against the bright red doublet he wears. His long, green travelers cloak flutters behind him as he steps inside.
"I apologize if I am late, though I do enjoy making an entrance I suppose," he chuckles softly to himself. Turning towards Torston, he gives a sweeping bow, removing his hat and letting pale gold hair fall to his shoulders.
"Greetings dear Keeper, and thank you for your hospitality in this fine city. It has been some time since I've come this way. I am Kristophe, sired of clan Cappadocian."
He turns to the sheriff, returning his hat to his head and giving a polite nod of it. "And thank you sheriff for the kind warning, and all you do in your capacity."

"A catiff…" Gregor looks Issac up and down "I will wait for the Prince before deciding what to do with you." Gregor acknowledges the rest of the Cainites present but says nothing as he goes and sits down on an ornate chair near the head of the room.

Enki nods as Godfrey enters the room "Its good to see that you are in good health Godfrey" The Sorcerer looks over at the new faces that have entered and says to himself "So many well taught Cainites all in one place."

He walks over to Issac and does a full circle around him muttering to himself "No visible markings to distinguish you" he sniffs the air around a few times and then continues his examination "nothing out of the ordinary for a Cainite. " he strokes his beard softly and takes one final look at Issac before he speaks.

"I am curious to know, were you abandoned by your sire and clanless or are you one of those that the curse does not get passed down to. Perhaps we could run some tests to help verify your identity? I am sure you are interested in knowing your....history."

Kristophe walks over to the gathering group around Isaac, having now made his formal introduction. "What's this, a lost lamb unknowing of his clan or sire? That is quite the problem. I will admit mine was less than forthcoming about what happened to me," Kristophe shakes his head sadly, looking at the encircled kindred. "However with some helpful tutelage, I was able to become an upstanding member of our kindred society. Perhaps the sin lies with them and not with you, but who is to say at this point."

Kristophe looks the man up and down as if his eyes attempting to take in every detail.

"I've found in my time so far, that very few of us truely ask for this, or at least understand exactly what is being asked if they do. It is good that you have been careful in your feeding, and that you've learned to do so alone is quite the feat." He gives Isaac a large smile, his blue eyes shining in the light. "That you have so far remained a pious man is also no small feat. Many are those that turn to temptation when given gifts and power beyond their peers. You must have no lack of restraint."

Enki listens to Issac and then a slight twist of he lip and frown then he begins to speak "Tsk another devout, well don't worry Issac I am sure we can run a few question and tests by you to hopefully narrow down your lineage." Enki cracks his neck and glances at the Warden a moment before speaking in a joyus tone "I think we can safely rule out Clan Nosferatu. Id hazard a guess of a few others but without proper inquiry I shall keep thous thoughts to myself."

Enki seems lost in thought for a moment and then he snaps back to the conversation "Now Issac have you noticed any physical changes or unique...ability's you suddenly have? Other then the obvious pain that comes with fire and sunlight. Or your sudden desire for blood ?"

Kristophe listens quietly as this theological discussion takes place. "Come now, talks of being damned or not are better to take place within a church or similar. We are here as guests of the Prince in order to meet. This should be more a place of joyous celebration."
He spread his arms wide, gesturing at the collected group. "No one has been condemned just yet after all."

***There is a soft knock on the door. A small, gently aged woman peeks around the open door into the room. Seeing that the room has occupants, a warm smile crosses her lips and her eyes twinkle with joy***

Hello my darlings. Have I found the right room?

***She steps into the room holding what appears to be a plate of warm cookies. The smell of baked goods and clean laundry fills the room.

"You truely are new to this unlife then it seems. A Prince is the one in charge of the kindred within a city, similar to a lord you may have served in life. They are directly served by various others, the sheriff and keeper here being examples." Kristophe motions to the the two other kindred as he mentions them.
"As for rules, the most immediate being that of Elysium I would say. Whilst in this space it is forbidden to do harm to each other or attempt to use your powers against each other. It is to be a safe place of meeting where concerns may be addressed or to celebrate successes. I feel the keeper would be better able to address any other rules, as I've found those can vary on the Prince."

Torston stops writing for a moment and glances up from his book he looks at the door "Enter please" He says softly while smiling.

He glances over to the conversation taking place in chimes in briefly " We refer to the sheriff here as the Warden other than that the prince does not like weapons present in her court, it is becoming a social faux pas in the european courts now." he smiles and then continues writing.

***she smiles kindly at Isaac and places the plate of cookies on a nearby table. She takes Isaac's hands into hers and squeezes them warmly.

Thank you dear. I would love to come visit in a moment. I believe I must announce my presence first.

***She walks over to Thorston and lowers her hood. A third eye appears on her forehand, glancing around as if having a mind of its own. She reaches out her hand to the Keeper***

Finn Volkova of Clan Salubri my dear. My sister shall be along shortly. Would you like a cookie?

The young man takes the cookie and smiles "How fascinating we don't see many Salubri in the courts anymore. I am sure the prince will be pleased to meet you."

***Finn turns to Abdul and lets out a soft laugh. The wrinkles on her face play beautifully around her eyes***

My dear boy, such vigor.

***She places one hand on his shoulder and gives it a light squeeze***

Friends are good dear boy. Rare and beautiful they are.

***She turns her attention back to Isaac. For someone of her age she moves with an unnatural grace. She takes a seat next to Isaac and motions for someone at the door***

Lukas, honey, please bring the tea before it gets cold.

***In rushes a tall slender man carrying a tray with 4 tea cups and a tea pot. He places it before Finn and bows before walking back out of the room. Gently Finn takes the teapot and pours a warm red liquid into 2 of the cups. She sets down the pot and hands one of the cups to Isaac.

Here dear. You can't tell good stories without a warm spot of tea.

***Finn smiles and reaches for a cookie and hands it to Isaac. She motions for everyone else in the room to join them.

Sit sit darlings. This old mother would love to hear some stories. It has been ages since I have been surrounded by such interesting company. You all must have some stories.

***She reaches under her cloak and pulls out a small package. It is a white handkerchief wrapped around a much larger cookie. She carefully unwraps it and takes a bite. She looks at Isaac.

These ones are especially for me. Not many have the stomach for these simple pleasures.

***She points to the other plate of cookies.

Took many years to learn how to make those without making everyone sick. It warms this old woman's heart to see others enjoying the fruits of my labour. What skills do you possess sweet Isaac?

***Finn turns her attention to Abdul and motions for him to sit in a nearby chair. She begins to pour him a cup of tea

Sit sit friend. Where abouts from the East have you travelled from? You must have some good stories.

Kristophe watches the older woman with interest as she introduces herself and begins speaking with the others.

"If it is stories you wish to hear I have many I could share with you. I have traveled much and seen and heard plenty. Perhaps that of the Magi kings, that was always a favorite. Although the resurrected hero is also quite amazing. There's also the ten virgins, but I found that to be quite tiresome myself."

He eyes the cookies that have been offered but makes no love towards them.

***Finn nods at Kristophe.

I have yet to travel that far... I'm sorry dear. I didn't catch your name.

*** leans back in her chair and takes another bite of her cookie.

I am hoping to make a trip that way some day. Please. Tell me of the Magi Kings.

"Of course dear lady, how rude of me. I am Kristophe Windt, traveler of many roads." He makes a sweeping bow, again flourishing his cape put behind him as he does.

"Now, as for the story. I do not wish to take up the entire evening, I'm sure many here have things to do, and of course we await our Prince I believe still as well." He taps his finger to his chin a couple times, lost in thought for a moment, before smiling and turning back. "But a brief snippet perhaps."

"In lands far east of ours live a variety of wonders. One of which is those men and women with abilities that would surprise even us kindred. Of these, the most powerful often come to rule, a thing many of us know well," Kristophe gives a small laugh. "Three of these individuals were great and powerful, able to divine the future and know great things by the positions of the stars in the sky. The oldest of these Kings was Melchior, of the lands of Persia. Next, Caspar the ruler of India. And the youngest, though no less impressive, was Balthesar who ruled over Arabia. These three each were wise and powerful men, aided by their abilities and knowledge of prophecy. So when an odd arrangement of stars appeared in the sky, they knew immediately it's significance. That a fourth king was born, and awaited them. They were wise as well however and knew that others would seek out this new ruler in an attempt to stop his power before it grew, thus they had to act swiftly..."

Kristophe's voice clearly tells the story, it's fairly obvious he knows it well with no pauses or interruptions. He lets the last words hang in the air, an obvious dramatic pause for effect, before loosening his shoulders and returning to a more conversational tone. "I should leave it at that, I would not wish to tell everything at once. It's more fun to leave an audience guessing for some time."

***Finn lets out a laugh.

Ah yes, my dear. I have studied these stories. I would very much love for us to sit some time and have you engage me in your renditions. There is something magical in those words when they are spoken aloud by another.

***Finn motions towards Duccio

Perhaps we can make a night of it here with our friend. I'm sorry my dear, I did not catch your name either.

Thorston Looks at the new arrival before speaking in a inquisitive tone " That would depend on who you are I suppose" he seems to stare confused awaiting a response.

Torston Writes down Gwynne's name along with her glance he gives a sad look and then speaks with his tone turning more cheerful with each word "Worry not, I am certain the fine folks of this city will provide you with a better education. The Prince and Warden may have some questions about your unique heritage at a later date but I will ask them to go easy on you." he chuckles to himself " Some many new and unique faces, hopefully this will ease the cities burdens."

***Fin waves towards Gwynne to join them

Come sister. Sit with us. I believe we are waiting for the Prince to arrive.

***She begins to pour another cup of tea

Sit, sit. ***She motions towards each kindred around her*** This here is Isaac, Kristophe, Leonarduccio and Abdul. I'm afraid I do not know the others. I myself am Finn. ***She pushes the cup of tea in Gwynne's direction***

Come love, we won't bite.

Enki glances over the new arrivals and seems to wander over. He seems to study each for a moment before he speaks in a relaxed tone "This court is much more interesting than most. We have such a variety of Clans that were believed to be struggling in these modern nights."

He takes a cup of tea and dips his finger in it and tastes it before proceeding to take a sip. He smiles briefly before speaking "I pity the usurper that seeks refuge here tonight"

The young man drags over a seat and takes off his earthen cloak setting in on the back of the chair. One his cloak is removed the glowing markings are revealed in greater detail and number, as his sleeveless tunic reveals a variety of Runic and Arcane Sigils carved into his skin giving a faint blue glow.

The Keepers head snaps up for a moment and he gives a brief glare at Enki

"Enki the court would remind you that regardless of the stance between your clans Clan Tremere is to be referred to as such and by their proper name." His face softens and he goes back to writing in the book

Enki bows as the prince enters and after she leaves he turns to Issac and nods in agreement.

" While we are present in the Princes domain it is the hospitable thing to do"

He waits patiently to see how the others respond.

Thorston looks up and focuses for a moment and then says " Um Mr.Damicher was a local map maker I believe...well on his good days anyways. He was a Malkavian neonate, brilliant mind but a little over zealous at times." He starts to write down an address on a piece of paper and holds it out. "This is the location of his office that doubled as his haven, your best off starting there."

He seems to search through the books looking for information, without looking up he says " three nobles so far have gone missing, of them 2 were local. It is odd they have no known ties to Cainites but prominent nobles disappearing here is bad for everyone, brings unwanted attention."

***As Ilza enters Finn sits forward in her seat. Waits for her sister to address herself with Thorston and then beckons her over to the group. Not addressing anyone specifically she motions towards one of the chairs

Dear, could you please pull a chair closer for my dear sister.

***She turns her attention to Isaac,

We are in the Prince's home. We should definitely help her as best we can. It is the least we can do for her while within her Domain.

Enki glances at the new arrival "It is good to see how many of you have survived in these cold nights, it seems we having a missing Cainite and some missing nobles. Myself and Issac are going to go find our missing Cainite....is anyone here a trained tracker or of the inquisitive type that could assist?"

Enki paused for a moment and looks down at himself and seems to sigh. He takes he robe and turns it inside out revealing a alternate tunic less ornate and more practical and draws a bear of glasses and puts them on. Suddenly his face and flesh seems to ripple and contort revealing a more welcoming and well groomed face. His tattoos seem to vanish leaving behind a porcelain skin. he glances back at the crowd appearing as someone almost entirely different.

"There I should blend in with the locals more now" he smiles

Enki grins at Issac and says in a coy tone "Oh dear Issac there is so much more the gifts of Cain allow you to do. This is just the beginning of a world of fantastic opportunity."

I am able to help dear. I am of the inquisitive type.

Also, Thorston, when you have a moment. I would like to request an audience with the Prince when she has time. My sister and I would like to discuss the reason for our presence in her city before we make our way back East.

***Finn stands and straightens her dress.

Geoffroi dear, please bring my cloak.

***Another tall slender man comes through the door carrying Finn's cloak. He appears to be of stronger build than Lukas. He is adorned with an empty sheath. He holds the cloak open so that Finn can slip it on.

I shall retreat to my chambers at the Oude Kerk if anyone should need me.

" I will bring it up with the Prince when she is free and send word Finn." He smiles and goes back to writing

Enki claps his hands together and heads for the door he speaks as he is walking "I suppose we should get started then"

Kristophe watches all this happen, but does not speak. He seems to be considering the Prince's words. "It appears this lovely city is not as quiet as it seems. An interesting mystery is underway, I'm curious if anyone will like what gets found."

He stands and considers for a moment then seems to come to a decision. "Well I am not so we'll versed in tracking. But should those looking find something of interest I will do what I can to help beyond that. In the mean time I shall attempt to take in more of the city." With this he turns with a dramatic flare and takes his leave.

"Late, so late, my word am I in trouble now" Henry mutters to himself as he hobbles towards the entrance.

*Bracing his back against the door so as not to lose his grip on his books he pushes with all his small frame can muster to open it. Quickly turning around once the door opens he's makes his way over to the podium*

"Henry Bisshop reporting for service to the Prince on behalf of Richard of Cambridge!"

*The wisp of a man who so clumsily entered the room barely breaks the 5' mark and would be 100 pounds soaking wet. He wears the clothes of a monk and his bald head shines in the candle light. He has a bushy goatee which covers most of his mouth. The books in his arms are thick and well used and he carries a plain brown sack over his shoulder. He walks with a severe limp but uses no cane.*

The Keeper writes down the info in his large book and the he smiles at the new arrival "No trouble at all Henry, its a fine night to welcome you into the city. The court is a bit empty right now as some....problems in the city are being tended to by the various kindred. I am Torston of Clan Lasombra and Keeper of this court. Welcome to the city of Amsterdam."

Finn arrives just as Gwynne finishes speaking. She is accompanied by her 2 men at arms and Duccio.

"What Gwynne speaks is true. We found evidence of a werewolf within the city. I am not sure, but I would assume if there is one, there is more."

Enki enters through the door and is dressed in a set of full plate armor with a black tabard flanks on his left by a woman dressed in leather and chainmail armor and a dark robe. The Armor Enki wears has a striking resemblance to the armor of the Knights of Malta.

Enki speaks in a calm but stressed tone "Is everyone here? The wolves are not a pleasant group to deal with."

"Perhaps we should send someone to check the homes of the nobles to see if their homes have the same symbols?"

Finn thinks for a moment. She finds some parchment and ink and begins to draw out the symbol,

"Would a werewolf care about politics? I am not familiar with their desires."

She shows the image to those that are in the room with them,

"This was on the building where Willem lived. Gwynne can explain more clearly what it means. If any of the nobles were of interested, perhaps they would be marked also?"

Kristophe enters the room, his step a little faster than previous. He looks around at the registered kindred and his face lights up upon seeing those in attendance.

"Excellent, just who I needed to find. I had heard we may have a wolf problem that coincides with our missing persons. Though Isaac tells me there was markings left at the scene, I'm curious if that was a warning to us or to them. Regardless."

He walks over to Finn, giving a polite bow to the older woman before speaking more softly to her specifically. "My lady, if I may ask your assistance. If we are still uncertain of the missing kindred's whereabouts I may have a way to give some answers though I do need a specific object."

He leans down to whisper directly to her.

*Henry turns his attention away from the keeper now focusing his attention on the growing crowd and softly speaks*

"My word, werewolf's already? I have not even begun to unpack my belongings and already a threat emerges."

*Addressing no one in particular*

"I have been sent by Richard of Cambridge to assist the Prince in any way I am able. Since you all seem to be working on a werewolf problem, where would you have me assist? I am not of the rough and tumble variety but I am excellent in the scholarly pursuits."

"Yes Dear sister, you are a wonder when surrounded by books. Hopefully there is a library worthy of your mind somewhere in this city."

Kristophe speaks quickly with one of Finn's man-at-arms, accepting the small object he ran to retrieve at her behest. Giving a nod and smile to the older woman in thanks he heads outside.

Returning about 5 minutes later, Kristophe gives a shake of his head, muttering silently to himself. He turns to face those gathered. "Well I can now tell you that our missing kindred is still among the... Moving, I guess. He has yet to meet his final departure. It seems the wolves are holding him. Now their reasoning, if I were to guess based on the findings of Isaac here, would be they want information from him. Perhaps the location of this ritual site you mention?"

Enki seems lost in thought for a moment and then snaps back to the task at hand first he looks over to Issac "For a newly dead your adapting quickly, and proving your worth.

He looks over to Kristophe and says in a somber tone "Or they are...extracting information from him on the city and its Cainite population.You don't happen to have a ghost of some sort that could take a look?"

Kristophe gives a slight chuckle, "That's quite the specific question. Though there are two issues with it. I believe the lupines are quite adept at dealing with spirits, any that might be sent would likely be found quite quickly. Also the control and summoning of the spiritual dead is more the providence of my cousins rather than my clan directly, and they rarely share. I know only that he is amongst them and still as alive as us."

*Bowing his head towards Duccio*

"It is a pleasure to meet you Leonarduccio Esposito. I no longer use the titles since joining those who walk at night so Henry will be fine, however I do still try to offer guidance to lost lambs. And I must agree, these are very interesting times."

*Henry shuffles over to a table and sets down his books*

"I understand werewolves in theory, however I have never had the opportunity to explore their kind in full."

*Henry begins flipping through a large tome bound in wood and twine*

"The Romans believed that werewolves could be cured by exhaustion. Personally I believe that is foolish, you can't cure an infection by simply running in circles. I am much more inclined to believe the use of the flower commonly known as Wolfsbane in a medicinal drought would have more effect."

*Flipping quickly to another page*

"There is also the school of thought that lycanthropy is actually an invasive host on an otherwise normal human being. If we were to acquire a live specimen and had someone with the appropriate medical knowledge to perform surgery we could prove or disprove that theory fairly quickly."

*Henry shuts the book suddenly"

"Apologies, I do tend to prattle on when discussing academia. If we lack the strength to assault these werewolves perhaps we should apply the use of fire if we have the strength of character to handle it"

Enki looks over to Duccio and nods "A long time ago, when I was...different." Enki looks over the room sighs and begins to speak " There is the other option that none wants to acknowledge. We just avoid them, of course that leaves the Malkavian to his own devices. Or We fight them without fighting, set some bait to draw them away while another group goes and rescues the poor fellow."

Do the Malkavians not have a way to talk amongst themselves without being present? Is there another in the city that could perhaps answers this for us? If we could contact Willem then perhaps we would have a better idea who or how many we are up against.

If Isaac was willing to follow an old woman into the woods, and we know how many there are, I may be willing to go speak to the werewolves

Enki seems shocked at Finns words but after pulling himself together he says in a less then enthusiastic tone "I see this going poorly but I will not let one of the remaining Salubri die in vain if I can help prevent it. I will come with you too, but in the event of things going sideways we focus on escaping not standing our ground agreed?"

"Excellent choice! Talk is always much more enjoyable than destruction. It is possible we may even learn something from them! I would be much more comfortable among the company of books or nobles however. If anyone would desire company in either of those investigations I would be more than happy to assist."

*Henry gathers up his books again and rests his weight against the table clearly relieved now that the pressure is off of his leg*

I agree Enki. Should it come to it, we shall focus on escaping opposed to standing our ground. I do not know much about werewolves, but perhaps they can be reasoned with.

Does anyone know about the communication abilities between Malkavians? Is this a rumour?

"If they have indeed attacked and kidnapped one of our kind from within the city no less, then it is likely we will have to deal with them eventually. Better sooner than later. While I am no trained swordsman, I can hold my own in some capabilities and would lend aid as such."

Kristophe turns to Finn, a soft smile on his face. "I am unsure of how well connected the clan members are in the way you describe. Though at this point I feel it would be likely he would have attempted such if it were indeed possible. We likely can assume that either he is incapacitated in some way to prevent this, or it is simply not possible."

*Henry rocks back to his feet and begins heading towards the door*

"I believe I will begin my studies into the werewolves as they seem to be the largest issue at hand. As much as I wish to help our fellows, if we are unable to stop the werewolves we will simply be repeating this process in the future. I wish you all luck in your negotiations with the werewolves and bid you all a fair evening"

Elias was late again. This was becoming a common occurrence. Each night greeted him with more burdens. The longer he remained in Amsterdam the more he felt his chains tighten. Every moment passed still drowning in ignorance pushed him further into despair. Now he went to invite more strings to bind him.

He gave the reigns in his hand a gentle pull and softly pat the withers of his horse as it came to halt. For a long while he stared towards the manor ahead. There was still a chance to turn back. Enough time had passed without him making himself known. If he took his practice elsewhere in short enough time who would know the difference? He had no need of community, his assistant Lucio was all the family he needed. Yet something tugged at Elias, a faint siren call in the darkness of his mind, drawing him to this place.

"Dr. Betzner?" A hesitant voice called out to his left. With a jerk of his head Elias looked over at his assistant. It seemed a simple question of concern. However, there was a searching look in his Lucio's dark eyes. He was trying to puzzle out who was currently in his presence.

"My apologies Lucio, I was lost in thought." Elias forced himself to offer the boy a polite smile as he bowed his head. "I am also sorry that you cannot accompany me further." With relative ease he lowered himself to the ground. "The estate wishes to keep their medical needs private and I have an obligation to adhere to those wishes."

The nod of acceptance Elias received was answer enough. It was not unusual for his patients to make such requests. Some of the conditions he treated could be embarrassing and a detriment to the status of many clients. Discretion was something he prided himself on as a professional. Gathering his bag he bid his servant farewell as he continued up the path on foot.

As he walked the lonely path he listened to the wind as it swept through the trees. Every rustle of the leaves was a conspiratorial whisper. The wood passed its judgement as he passed through. He could almost hear the word. Coward. They knew it just as well as himself. How much courage could he hope to wield when the thought of standing before more Kindred filled him with dread?

"This poison will be easier to stomach the more you taste it." As he approached the doors to the Abbey he could not help but laugh at the words which had come from his lips. The laughter took him over for a moment, forcing him to stop with one hand on the heavy frame. His other was now firmly cupped over his mouth as he tried to force his amusement down. When he did finally enter through the doorway his body was still convulsing, as he stifled the chuckles trying to bubble forth.

He smoothed down his light brown hair and tried his best to look composed. Although not entirely poor, Elias paid little attention to certain aspects of style. Most of the clothing he wore was wrinkled as if he had slept in them and neglected to change. His overcoat was ruddy and stained. Even his boots were worn down and caked in dried mud. At the behest of the Keeper in attendance he stepped forward to make a formal introduction.

"Good evening, you may call me Elias Delcamp, yet many will know me as Ivan Betzner. They have told me I am of the Malkavian clan and I have come to find others that may confirm this." A look of disgusts contorted his face for but a moment as he thought back on the things said about his supposed bloodline. If all of it was true, what he was suffering would make some form of sense. This feeling that treachery was waiting around every corner, behind every gesture, it was exhausting. And the voices! They taunted him nightly, teasing him along this trail that supposedly led to the one who made him this way.

Finn watches Henry exit as Elias enters and announce himself,

"Speak the devils name and he shall appear, or is it, speak your wish and God shall provide? Either way,"

She stands and walks over to Elias, holding out her hand waiting for him to shake it,

"Sorry to bother you dear, but perhaps you could answer a question for me."

Enki gives a slight shrug "Well I have some things to attend to before we attempt this plan I will meet you all on the edge of town and then we can try diplomacy with the wolves, who knows maybe they will listen to reason."

Kristophe claps his hands together, watching the others leave and this newcomer arrive. "I will have to echo the sentiments of Duccio, it seems you have arrived at a busy moment. I will have to go and make some preparations and then see what aid I can possibly grant. I feel this will involve less discussion however than some are hoping for."

With that, Kristophe leaves, giving a nod to the remaining kindred as he passes.

Elias tenses as he feels the eyes of the gathered Kindred on him, features nearly contorting into a snarl. He regains his composure in the next moment but his eyes dart wildly between all before him. To those moving on to other business he offers a respectful nod in both greeting and farewell. As they depart his head tilts to the side, a thoughtful look crossing his face.

"Enough!" He hisses softly to himself, as he turns his body to the woman advancing towards him. His eyes lock on her outstretched hand as if it were a weapon. Yet he takes the limb in a weak grip and gives it a tender shake. He is quick to pull his hand away once this is done. "Learning from an empty book is a great undertaking" He makes a sweeping gesture with palms open in a humble display. "You may be disappointed with my answers."

*Henry enters the room much more composed this time, shaking the hood off his head revealing his shiny bald head. He looks around the room, slightly disappointed that there are less people here now.*

"I have returned, unfortunately with no new knowledge. Has everyone who was going to speak to the werewolves left already?"

Finn turns to Henry,

"Other have left to gather their things and ready for war should it ensue. We are meeting at the edge of the forest"

She then turns to Elias,

"I have heard rumors that the Malkavians are able to speak to each other when not in the physical presence of one another. I ask because one of your brethren has been kidnapped, and has either been killed already, or is currently being tortured to death. Before I risk the lives of everyone accompanying me on this diplomatic mission, I would feel better knowing that Willem is still alive and this is a rescue mission, and I am not merely sending the sheep out to slaughter."

Elias snaps his head towards Henry as the newcomer enters. He wrinkles his nose at the mention of Lupines. A distracted look comes over his face and he tucks his chin into his shoulder. "Raging at the inevitable."

He looks up slowly to Finn, chuckling softly. "What you have heard is possible." He pauses, waggling his finger. "But only for some and with great difficulty." Pausing he chews on his lip thoughtfully and steeples his fingers in front of his face. "I have an interest in finding others of this scattered clan, therefore I must help you." His eyes widen a bit and he slowly lowers his hands to his sides as if embarrassed.

"How have you connected Willem to the werewolves?" He asks, raising an eyebrow. "If you have anything tangible that is relevant to the matter at hand in any way I will need it" With a soft sigh he looks back and forth between Finn and Henry. In a factual tone he says, "The unknowable all is revealed through the ineffable identity." He peers at both of them a moment then nods his affirmatively, as if deeming that an adequate explanation.

*Henry tilts his head thinking for a moment looking at Finn*

"From what I recall, about twice as fast as a human though you need to be careful since they can pick up speed in short bursts. Very fast creatures werewolves, excellent hunters. Good luck in the negotiations!"

Thank you Sir, duly noted.

Elias takes the map and nods his acceptance. With a wistful sigh he holds the vellum close to his chest. "I will join you after I have attended to one small matter." He looks bemused for a moment then clicks his tongue and says, "A hasty spirit exalteth folly." Moving towards the door he begins to chuckle softly to himself. Just as they close he lets go and releases a burst of raucous laughter.

*Henry turns to Torsten*

"Keeper Torsten, would you be so kind as to let anyone know who is looking for me that I am in my chapel on the outskirts? Saint Roch's is the name of it. I would like to ensure that any visitors have had time to consult with me"

The Keeper who has remained silent and seemingly unaffected but the conversations in court turns to Henry. "It shall not be a problem, I will refer any who are looking for you to there."

"Excellent, thank you keeper"

Kristophe enters through the doors, in a slight rush. He pulls behind him the unconscious, though still unliving, body of Wilhelm, the missing Malkavian. Turning towards the keeper he speaks.

"If someone could get the attention of the Prince, there have been developments, though they remain time sensitive I am afraid. It somehow seems that diplomacy may in fact work."

Kristophe gives a short bow, urgency being slightly more concerning. "We tracked the wolves back to an old ritual site, where they held Wilhelm here. Madame Finn went forward to speak with them, and they seemed amenable to a truce of sorts. We garuntee that none bother them in their woods, and in return they will not enter the city. Finn offered to remain behind in exchange, so we could return Wilhelm as a show of peace, though they await a reply from your majesty."

Kristophe turns to the keeper after watching the Prince walk away. "Slightly unexpected, I will admit. I will leave Wilhelm in the care here, I believe Ilza should be along shortly as well. She helped to stabilize him but will need to rest. I'll save talk of reward for later, I must now return to the wolves."

After the Prince leaves Torston straightens himself and clears his throat then begins to speak "On behalf of the Prince let it be know that a minor boon is given to Kristophe from the Prince herself for the return of Wilhelm. Furthermore those who assisted in this case are extended trivial boons from the office of the Keeper. The names of thous given are as follows Finn, Ilza, Issac,Enki, Gwynne, Karim, Abdul, Duccio and Henry."

Torston smiles and says in a gleeful tone " It is nice to see such helpful Cainites entering our court."

Torston looks over to Issac and speaks while reading from his book " The names are here. I believe it was Gijsbert Beuningh, Ineke Gort and Lodewijk Hulzebos who went missing. Most of the details of the investigation have been kept secret but I imagine if you poke the right beehive the nobles will notice you." He smiles

A man comes out of a back room and hands a piece of paper to Torston, the Lasombra thanks him and starts to read it. After a few moment he clears his throat and then makes an announcement.

"It seems we have an update from the Prince. On The matters of Domain let it be know that Henceforth the Old Navel Barracks and its connected dock is Domain of Clan Banu Haqim. Secondly the Domain of Muiden Castle and its surrounding lands are Domain of Clan Tremere. Thank You and that is all."

Enki enters the room and glances around looking the faces, he seems to scowl at the keepers words but makes to further mention as to why.

He walks towards Gwynne and speakings in a welcoming tone "Gwynne, so nice to see you again I was wondering if I could ask you a few questions pertaining to your unique gifts."

*Henry enters and politely greets the keeper before locating a chair to sit in and relax. He closes his eyes and the look of relief washes over his face.*

Enki smiles and lets Gwynne regain her composure before speaking "There is very few of your bloodline around, what do you know of your clans history?"

Enki Smiles before speaking "My clan has a long and convoluted history to say the least. Our historians have kept very detailed records unfortunately they have trouble agreeing on the truth of what happened. The prevailing theory is that the Eldest our founder was created when Enoch tired to remove the beast from himself and spat out all the monstrous quality's of our kind and it formed Tzimiscie which we all descend from.They also believe this is were out unique gift comes from"

Enki chuckles " There are some glaring holes with that legend primarily that most of the Elders of my Clan Lack the ability to use Vicissitude and look at those of us that can with fear."

"Worry not there is nothing to fear of Vicissitude." Enki gives a low sigh "Unfortunately some members of my Clan have become very set in their ways. Myself and those of us that possess this unique gift are just a new bloodline of our clan, bloodlines of Cainites seem to change for some unknown reason at times. It is odd that it seems to happen so apparently randomly."

*Henry pulls out a rather impressive stola from inside his robes and drapes it over his shoulders. He gives a slight sigh as he rises to his feet, bidding the rest of the room farewell, he leaves*

Enki listens to Gwynne words before speaking in a low tone "Members of our kind that seem to subscribe to this Christian faith and forsake the old ways tend to view this as a curse as it goes against their belief system. They believe we are damned to hell and lack a soul which is preposterous. Why would the spirits of the land make deals with us if we were nothing but soulless husks, why would the infernalists seek to corrupt us if we were already damned. We are nothing other then a new species I argue, gift or curse call it what you want but this is what we are now and we should embrace it."

Enki ponders Gwynnes question for a moment "There are examples...I mean mages talk about how the embrace seems to destroy their ability to use mortal magic and they need to relearn the principles before they can practice any form again. Ghouling seems to leave the ability intact so it must be related to the embrace itself rather than the presence of Vitae." Enki pulls out a small notebook from his cloak pocket and seems to make a few notes.

"Issacs case is...unique at the very least. I have heard the embrace can have some mental side effects in some cases but never full on memory loss, not that it is out of the realm of possibilities. I have offered to assist Issac in answering some of these questions by performing a series of tests." Enki pauses for a moment before speaking to Gwynne "Is there something you have lost?"

Enki listens to Gwynnes words in great detail and then he speaks "Perhaps then you have lost something...What things don't make sense? If your willing I could possibly provide some answers and context. I am researching the nature of our kind and how the blood effects us all. I could offer the same as I have offered Issac to help unlock the mystery of our existence."

Enki looks puzzled for a moment then returns to speaking " Well the offer is always there." Enki stretches for a moment before sitting back in his chair "The city seems to quiet recently, that is a good change of pace with the wolves and everything."