The Garrison 1403

A middle aged man covered in battle scars wearing a mish mash of scavenged armor enters. After a moment he is gone and there stands Isaac.
"Hello Finn. Congratulations on your new position! As I am already Scourge I haven't come to join up as a deputy but I have come to discuss an important threat to the city."

Izra'll strides through the doors, a pair of swords hanging from his hip, one of his homeland and the other a more European design. He wears very layered set of armor, a buckler on his left arm and a quiver with what looks like a Welsh long bow across his back.
"Warden, I have come to lend my sword arm as well as any knowledge I can pass onto other members of the court, especially those who have the will to fight but not the means." He cast a glance around the room, giving a fang fulled smile to Cybele and Isaac, "how wonderful to see others have answered teh call to war."

"Through research and connecting ancient tales I have determined that Amsterdam once had an earthbound here that the populace made sacrifices to. It's entirely possible the being still resides here and is the source of many of our troubles. For any who do not know an earthbound is a true demon. Not merely a creature of hell but a fallen angel that exists in our world by being bound to a relic. They have varying levels of power up to the 6 strongest who were Lucifer's lieutenants in the great war. Since the rise of Christianity has starved them of the worship they require most have fallen into slumber but some few are likely still awake. I don't know for sure if the one that made this its domain in ancient times is still here but I believe it likely that it is tied to the fomori and others in the tunnels. It's even possible their goal is to wake it up. The Prince has advised me not to follow my original plan to trust to my stealth and infiltrate alone to find out what is happening down there. I propose instead we prepare an expedition in force to rout out this corruption from our city if possible and if not then to at least thin their numbers and gain information on their capabilities and goals."

"The Prince seems wise Master Scourge. Infiltration will only get you so far, and is risky. Reconnaissance by Force does seem like the best option." Izra'll crossed his arms, turning his attention to Cybele, "If they are just people then they should die just as easily. Have you faced these creatures in battle yet? And if so do they have any weakness that we can easily exploit. I'd like to read anything that has been compiled, if anything has. As my Mentor said, if it bleeds we can kill it."

"If it bleeds we can kill it may apply to the fomori but not the earthbound itself as it will be bound to some kind of reliquary. Demonic possession of a living being is a different matter entirely. Our best hope for the demon is that it's still sleeping and we can keep it that way or if it's awake we remove its cult and starve it until it slumbers again. "
Isaac directs his attention to Tiresian.
"Skill in finding hidden things and secrets may very well be key to the success of any such endeavor. Don't sell yourself short just because you lack strength of arms. I myself am no warrior but I do whatever I can to help my friends. We will need the help of everyone we can get. I don't believe we have been introduced. My name is Isaac."

Isaac immediately signs the paper.
"I agree trying to reason is always a good first step. I am a firm believer that everyone would be better off if we all tried talking things out more instead of killing each other. I don't know how much use that will be with the tunnel dwellers though. The price Cybele mentioned that the fomori wanted for us to pass when we went to rescue you was abominable. They wanted us to go bring them an equal number of victims. We should try talking if we have the chance even if only to find out more of what they are trying to do but we should all be prepared for a very nasty fight. Demons and their ilk have great power to manipulate and destroy. Everyone be mindful of any attempt to influence you. "

Izra'll gave the new comer an amused look, "You are ether a Toreador with a wonderful sense of irony or something else entirely.." He looked the Lion over, circling him like a sculptor would circle a finished work, "regardless you have innovated on a rather classic design, I am impressed. The metal work is magnificent, I must assume you forged it yourself?" The Child of Haqim was enamored for longer then he would like to admit. "My apologies sir, Izra'll of the Banu Haqim, I do not believe we have met but I do assume that was your message pinned the the Abbey's walls. And I cannot wait to spill blood along side a potential Son of Carthage."

The Tunisian remains still while his appraiser finishes his circuit, and then inclines his head slightly to answer. "I forged this armour myself, yes. And rest assured, more than sweat and time went into its creation."

Eyeing the lighter garb and versatile selection of armaments on the man, Aserymus continues. "I see you are no stranger to battle yourself. A scout or a skirmisher, if my guess is correct?" He bows ever so slightly, showing respect but never taking his eyes off the other in the room. "Aserymus, called the Lion of Tunis. I look forward to seeing your talents put to use, Izra'il."

A moment later, at the sound of familiar laughter and an even more familiar face, the Lion breaks into a smile for the first time since entering the building. As Finn sets an aged hand on his shoulder, his expression changes to one of warmth. "Revered mother. It is good to see you again as well. As to my whereabouts...perhaps we can discuss that at another time, as I long to hear how you have fared as well."

As she sets herself in a chair and motions for him to do the same, Aserymus removes his helmet and rests it in the crook of his arm, listening intently while she finishes explaining the situation. Her proposal is direct as an arrow, and lacks the subterfuge and machinations that had so sickened him in his previous time in the city. Truly, it was good to be back amongst friends, though the circumstances were less than relaxed.

"The Fates rarely afford one the leisure to go where they may, in their own time. Rather they tend to set your course where you are destined to be, and it is up to you to make the most of the opportunity." A dangerous light enters his eyes, but his smile is one of mirth. "Alright. The Spear I will lead then, but on two conditions. First, I do so to see to the protection of the people of this city, Cainite and mortal alike. I do not care for the political aspirations of the would-be elite, so they had better help or stay out of the field."

After a moment's pause, the Brujah carefully surveys the others in attendance. "The second is that I will need you all to agree, of your own volition, to see this through to the end. There will be moves and counter moves, like pieces on a chess board. But there will also be violence, and orders that may be unpleasant to carry out. If you question what you are capable of, you should leave this undertaking to those ready to commit themselves fully. I will accept no half-measures."

Returning his gaze to the wise face of Finn, the warmth is gone, replaced only with cold resignation. "Is this acceptable to you, old friend?"