Ended on: Thursday 28th of March 2002
Part as the price of their rescue in York, part as a ruse to get them out of the way, the Coterie of York gets sent to the Isle of Lindisfarne on the east coast of Northumbria. Some kind of inner family Giovanni thing is being held there, one that not even the Dunsirn know about.
Part 1.0
Date in World of Darkness: Sunday 24th of March 2002
Played at: Arjan
Dear diary,
Elisabeth Mallroye has sent us to Newcastle. Something is going on there, which might have something to do with Lindisfarne. We are supposed to find out what is happening, that is, Fitz is supposed to find out what is happening. Oh my. After some phonecalls we are directed to the Royal Castle in Newcastle, that is according to Fitz superb directions. We don't know who is calling Fitz, Fitz probably does not even knows himself. How very surprising. Might as well be tiny voices inside his head. Make a mental note: the three vampyres from Venice who visited the prince also went to Newcastle. We decide to reside in the Abbott Hotel.
We cannot find the prince. Went out hunting. Really sucked. Not feeling hungry today. Turns out that it was not the Royal Castle but the Royal Theatre. Check out the big brain on Fitz. Tonight's show: Orpheo and Euridice, featuring Montgomery, the late prince of Newcastle. Montgomery is dead. Inside the theatre people are being gathered like cattle and slaughtered like pigs. The Sabbat has taken over and killed Montgomery, probably with the Camarilla's blessing. John questions a vampyre called Benito d'Angelo. In the middle of the theatre there is a cainite hanging from a chandelier, cutting up more people. They slice them up by cutting a cross across their chests, bleeding them to death. What a terrible waste. Though I must admit that I am quite fascinated.
Turning on Auspex was a really bad idea. Do not know what happened. Do not want to know. Cannot remember. Must have gone out of my mind. I really, really regret what I have done. If I should ever come to choose to remember it. Right now, I am sweating blood. I feel terrible. Though it WAS a fascinating experience. Fitz has finally gone ape as well. John had to drag him out of the theatre. Fitz now looks like a tampon. He tries to pull himself together again. I never would have expected that he would actually enter the theatre. He must have felt very manly.
The Sabbat's leading figure, someone they call the Bishop, has told us that groups of kindred are heading to Lindisfarne. There should be a group of kindred called the Conspiracy of Isaac in the Quality Hotel. Bishop wants us to join in the festivities. Better yet, join the Sabbat. No thanks. I already flooded my veins today. Mental note: do not like Sabbat priest called Ruald. Makes me sick. The sky is falling and I want my mummy.
Fitz has returned to his natural state of mind again. He led the talks with the Giovanni mouths in the Quality Hotel. Claudius Giovanni told us that Japeth, childe of Cappadocius, bloodsucking fiend from hell, wants to become a god. How very modest. In the proces he seems to have become utterly insane, though if you should ask me, I would say that he has become enlightened. Claudius wants us to arrange a meeting with Japeth for him, so to speak to 'save dear Japeth's immortal soul'. Gothfather Augustus Giovanni will than take Japeth's place, but only if deemed necessary. The Giovanni's are truly masters of convenience. Should Japeth succeed in becoming a god, he would end up between two worlds, the divine and the mundane. Strangely enough Cappadocius does not seem to have the same aspirations as Japeth. Fitz agrees to make a deal with Claudius. As a reward for our efforts we will al receive blood from all the members of the Conspriracy of Isaac. All we have to do is to make sure that Claudius gets to talk with Japeth.
25 March 2002
On to Lindisfarne. We decided to take a boattrip to the island. Unfortunately, we got shot. Somebody shooting at us with crossbows loaded with divine bolts. Really hurts. Fitz made good use of his laptop, using it as a high-tech shield. We all made it to the boat, and pretended to be the three colorful vampyres from Venice. Plus one addition.
