A summons from my Sire! A chance to repay him for all he has given me. The travel was exciting. to awake in the evening and be that much farther from Rome. Ever since Vulf Embraced me and took me to Rome to learn. The studying, the sword training, learning of our hated enemy. Learning Latin has already been most helpful in allowing me to converse with the learned Bishop that has also been summoned by his sire. The others in our group confuse me, but I am not to question Vulf or his Allies. He has asked me to complete this task for his benefit and mine. That he feels I am ready for such an undertaking is very hearting. To ask this group to complete such a formidable task is not without its chance of failure. To build a small fortress on such a trade route could be a very difficult task, one that will require much from not only the Kindred it was tasked to, but the Kine we shall recruit. Giving the kine our blood, not only to ensure their loyalty but give them greater strength and endurance, should give us the advantage we need to accomplish our task in god time and good stead.
The Vampires here in Budapest are… Vexing. As are the Kine. Accosted by a knave who would DARE
claim be a servant of the Prince and threaten to discredit our newly arrived group with said Prince would be enough to call a hunt in Rome! This Vampire must either not care for his unlife or this prince must not be as careful with his reputation as the Hated Ventrue of Rome. All over something as small as a slave woman. Little did I know how untrue that was. Once again the path of Chivalry has proven to be the choice of providence. To have such a wealth of knowledge pertaining to my Sire’s task literally run willingly into my arms. She will prove most useful. I shall seek to feed her my blood and ghoul her as my Sire taught me. Keeping her close and loyal will be far easier than trying to keep her by force alone.
Then to be set upon by a herd of what I can only assume are Religious followers of some Fae touched elderly man. He struck me as someone who may have a touch of Malkav’s curse. He claimed to know us and then set his followers to dispatch us. It was lucky for us his followers are not zealots, as the Bishop and I brought forth our steel they lost all interest in their command.
I feel I should describe my newly aquired companions. They are truly diverse.
The Bishop: At first I feared I would be dealing with one of the hated Ventrue, but his demeanor and a talent he displayed have assuaged my fears. I am not certain but I think his clan may be the Lasombra. Not much better than the Ventrue, but I will endeavor to work with him. He seems like a man of Battle. that at least is something I can respect.
Ramsey: He is obviously a sellsword. Money seems to be his driving motivation. He looks capable, but he seems less than reliable. Ready to turn at the mention at more money. We shall see if his Sire can direct him better than we have been able to so far…
Twopaws: One of the Gaels’ wildlings… She most certainly is one of Clan Gangrel. Her outward appearance belays the cunning that helped the Gaels expel the Romans from their Isle. She is near feral in her feeding, but her manner in asking for her Sire’s permission to feed denotes intelligence and some character that makes me think she will be a fine ally on this endeavor.
Malik: A Moor?! A sarrasin? And a woman?! Her unblinking stare was unnerving enough, when she removed her mask to reveal such a corpse-like visage. My blood chilled. I suspect that she is of the Cappadocians. Only the Bishop speaks her strange language. How he learned such a convoluted language I will never know, but I am glad for his cleverness.