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Izra'll seems to step out of the shadows surrounded the Abbey, "Huh, a new threat?" He asks more to himself then Enki and Hildr, taking a look at the note and it's elaborate delivery. "Or more friends of yours that I have yet to meet?"

Duccio makes his way into the Abby giving the javelin stuck in the door a sidelong look before entering and stopping tiling his head quizzically at Torston's perch and the noticeable ant problem. Duccio then casts his gaze of to Enki as the former stops speaking, "Well it is always difficult to deal and cure an ailment of the soul. It seems this is a type of Demonic possession and we have yet to see the true form of the Fomori, or at least that was the limited information I was able to gleam from my captive.

On a good note those were all of the Mongrels that we dealt with and the remaining of the more mortal Kine with them are of little to no threat to us, the bad side to that one is in our caution and zealousness the ones with a better knowledge of the Fomori are no more. Although the dangers in trying to take one of the Lupine alive to question would have outweigh the benefits."

As the night sky slowly but inexorably begins to give way before the earliest hints of dawn, the armoured figure of The Lion slowly but steadily tromps into the main hall of the Abbey. His armour is scratched and covered in blood and viscera, and the clean white plumes of his helmet's crest have been stained crimson, as has much of the rest of him.

Over his shoulder is the broken and pierced form of a massive figure, easily 8 freet tall when standing upright, with a strange, thick outer carapace and knotted muscles underneath. Stopping in the hall, Aserymus heaves the figure over his shoulder and unceremoniously drops it onto the floor.

"A gift for the Prince. A foe defeated in the tunnels below, and a sign of many more foes yet to be defeated. The Spear will seek them out, and finish the task."

With a quick turn on his heel, the Tunisian then exits the way he came, to rest before the first rays of morning light graced the world with their presence once more.

Noone seems to remember when Isaac entered but there he is sitting on a chair in a corner. His forearms and part of his face are covered in smooth burned flesh but other than that he seems fine. He does however wince slightly when he smiles in greeting towards the newcomer as it stretches the burned skin.
"Hello newcomer. My name is Isaac and I am scourge of Amsterdam. I'm very glad you came here. I do regret to inform you that Abdul has passed from this world. He was part of a group of us that were hunting a pack of lupines in our city that had already destroyed one of our number. We were successful in our hunt but in the fight Abdul was killed. I'm sorry I didn't get your name? Were you close with Abdul?"

Izra'll seemed to just emerge from a shadow, eyeing the new comer.Izra'll voice was calm and steady, and very non-standoffish. But his arms remained crossed across his chest, eye's fixated on the arrival.

"I welcome another of the Caliphs men, this City is in need of Warriors, and well they have proven themselves in combat," Izra'll paused for a moment,, "I doubt the Sheriff will turn down another sword arm." He outstretched a hand to Assan, "My Sympathies, I know the pain of lossing the one who granted you Caine's gifts."

"Well it appears I am needed elsewhere. Have good evening all!"

Duccio shakes his head as the monstrous body is removed from the court muttering, "Subtle as always hopefully he did not drag that thing through the open city." Duccio then turns and looks over the new arrival before turning his attention towards Tiresian as the Tremere gives a shot summery of what happened in the sewers. "It is good to see that the hunting was at least a little fruitful although seems to be a delaying tactic as that was merely the host body. I would like to read this missive, might prove useful into finding a way to permanently deal with these creatures."

"The Children of Carthage are rarely subtle Duccio. But he has more sense then most of his Lineage." Izra'll looked down at the corpse, "the hunt wasn't unsuccessful but we will need more bodies when we go for another purge."

Gwynne enters quietly, the scent of fresh thyme following her like always, and finds an unoccupied space to observe the room from.

Isaac enters from a side hallway and smiles at the newcomer, the burnt flesh around his face somewhat marring the effect.
"Hello! I'm Isaac. Its nice to meet you and your friends. I am well aware that wolves are not pets but if it wouldn't be an insult to their dignity would....it be ok if I pet them?"

"Your Forest has been infected by Lupines Elder." Izra'll bowed his head in respect, "As well as deeper rooted cancer of Demonic incursion. We are currently working on it." He paused looking her over for a moment, "Izra'll, Banu Haqim at your service."

"The Catholics are meddlesome Elder, if you wish one, perhaps we should speak in private. I'm sure we can come to an agreement." Izra'll keeps his head bowed and voice steady, "Is there somewhere we could speak of the specifics, I'm sure we need not bother the rest of Court with the boring details."

" I can provide information on some of the inquisitors and hunters who stalk our kind in this city as well as where they make their home. I warn you both they are not to be taken lightly though. One of the hunters is extremely dangerous and knowledgeable. Siegfried. The wolves in the wood knew of him already. One of the inquisitors is a man of faith so strong it gives him power. I could feel it when I was in his presence. He is the one who claimed the rock that fell from the sky."

"Of course Elder, I look forward to Worm's direction." Izra'll seemed almost excited, "Isaac, anything you could tell me would be wonderful. If you have anything of importance written down my ghoul can come collect them. "

A very dumb look of surprise comes over Isaac's face. He rushes to the door to enfold Kristophe in a (weak armed) hug.
"Kristophe my friend! You are alive!How is this possible!?"

Isaac looks somewhat sheepish as he releases the embrace(heh).

" It has been quite busy. I have been looking into whoever has been performing mischief upon the prince in case its an unacknowledged cainite. Where did you find all those shoes"

Duccio drums on the handle of his cane while studying the new overdramatic arrival interested at this unusual individual with his interest only deepening at the name of her clan. "The Christians have arrived? They have been in this city for a few centuries now so be wary of the nest of hornets you wish to prod, I have a feeling you know all too well what can come from that. I also have a source that states that the leader of the Leopold society here is likely a mortal mage, dangerous yes but a different breed of dangerous then those chosen holy warriors. As for the lack of animals it is likely caused by the spreading corruption of these Fomori, I believe the spreads so far as to include that tribe to Lupines from some of the reports I have heard."

Duccio's attention trails off as the new arrival dumps the sack of shoes upon the floor his hand reflexively turning the handle of his cane to free the locking mechanism of the blade. Suspicion and disbelief plain on his face Duccio's grip in his cane grows firmer, "Either tales of you demise were grandly over stated or you are not who you appear to be, I think some answers are in order."

"It wouldn't be the first time I've tangled with the Zealots, nor I doubt it will be the last, good Duccio, I've gotten pretty good at it over the decades," Izra'll turned to Kristophe, "Well that's something I can honestly say I've never seen. A Shoe delivering Vampire."

Without taking his eyes off Kristophe or the shoes Isaac speaks to Izra'll "it's odd that the inquisition would have a mage since in theory witchcraft is against the rules. As to the inquisiton and hunters in general my recent investigations turned up they don't seem to know for sure we are here. We should keep it that way."

Gwynne approaches Isaac and Kristophe. "Um... sorry to interrupt. I think um... Maybe not unacknowledged kindred so much as, well, that is... it's probably more likely to be fae... There are tiny traces of fae magic everywhere in here."

"This might not be your first time tangling with the inquisition in general but their numbers here are not small combined with the force of three members of the society that means if you take them lightly this whole court will face the consequences."

Duccio then turns to Isaac,

"What is 'against the rules' has always been a flexible standard in regards to any of the fanatical and the Society knows very well the threats supernatural beings possess and know the tools to combat them are limited. It is what makes them very dangerous, the inquisition at large is only vaguely aware that things move in the shadows of the world while that sect knows full well and prepares. "

Duccio turns back to Kristophe his grip loosening on his cane handle but never leaving it, "I can tell you are one of our own, and I hope you have properly gotten ride of the body you recently created, I was worried that the trickster was one of our own kind... But this is just great, do these Fae have attachment to those Kinfolk or is this due to some other issue I am yet to be made aware of? Also I would like a word with you about the events of that night and see if specific actions were malicious or incompetence."

Seeming a bit distracted, Gwynne turns away from Isaac and Kristophe, and towards Rionach. She approaches the stranger. "Wait... So... you're, um, saying... that it, er... hasn't been the wolves overhunting the animals in the East forest?"

Gwynne seems a bit taken aback by the imposing tone of Rionach, and takes a moment to gather herself, squaring her shoulders and holding her arm up like a falconer. She narrows her eyes for a second and furrows her brow. Tendrils of a thick fog quickly gather above her arm and swirl into the form of a raven, solidifying and becoming corporeal, perched on her outstretched arm.

She looks at the raven, clearly happy that this worked. "Hello! Do you mind telling us what's been killing all the animals lately? Did it kill you too? We want to help." She says, rather quickly.

"That statement Elder Ríonach puts me at *so* much ease, I also fear that those wolves in the wood have fallen to corruption so they may not be the 'balance' lovers you are familiar with. Kristophe my comment of the body has to due with your recent feeding and the body that would have produced, I will much prefer not making enemies out of the Fae if we can help it. I do regret the swiftness of action taken with much of the information I learned after the fact, but at the time with the information available it was the needed action."

Gwynne looks at Rionach. "That... is troubling." She pauses. "So... um... I've never really done that before, and, uh... I think I just got lucky this time, but maybe... if you want... we could go out to the woods and try again? Maybe Kristophe could come in handy too, now that he's back... if something's taking the animals away and they don't realize they're dying. Unless they're not actually dying. Hm..." She trails off awkwardly.

"My first thought was that they were entering the shadowlands or something... But err... I'm not sure if that makes sense. Anyways, we'll talk later when you're less busy." She pauses. "And Kristophe? It's good to have you back." Gwynne smiles.

Duccio rotates the handle of his cane slightly locking it back into place as he makes his way to follow Krsitophe out of the room staying a few steps behind and to the left of the other man only stopping briefly to look over the new arrivals.

"Well met Capitan Darkwater and his associates I am Leonarduccio Esposito Primogen of Clan Lasombra, Hound of the Prince, Champion and Harpy of this city. If your business is with our Prince I shall inform her of your arrival, additionally I will ask that you hand all weaponry to the attendants of this abbey which shall be returned to you upon departure of this establishment. Now if you shall excuse me there is a prior matter that I must attend to." Duccio gives a polite bow before resuming his way behind Kristophe.

"Well... No sense wasting time here," Gwynne says a bit too cheerfully, nodding at Rionach with a polite, nervous smile, and waiting to follow her lead.