"I am the bread of life. Whosoever eateth my flesh and drinketh my blood hath eternal life, and I will raise him up at the last day!
Who here is hungry? let him come to me, and he will never hunger again. He that believeth in me shall never thirst.
Brothers and Sisters in Christ, have you truly drank of the Living Waters? Have you tasted his flesh and drank his blood?
Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Whosoever drinketh of the water that I shall give him shall never thirst; but the water that I shall give him shall be in him a well of water springing up into everlasting life. I called thee in righteousness, and will hold thine hand, and will keep thee. Let me open thine eyes, and free you from the darkness of the prisons of your former lives. Behold, the former things are come to pass, and new things do I declare. Come and be reborn in the blood of our Christ."
Father Gerald performs a communion service and invites sinners down to repent and/or convert. He makes note of the 10 who come forth. The rest of the Christians don't seem to comprehend the message, but are glad of the sinners who come to be saved.
To ensure everything goes smoothly from here, Father Gerald uses entrancement on the converts. Then he leads them to a private prayer room where the other disciples are waiting.
Then, 4 vampires (myself and the 3 Malkavian disciples) will each create blood bonds for 2 to 3 humans each to ensure more permanent loyalty... THEN the vampires will feed on the humans to refill those blood pools.
If all goes well, maybe some of the converts will be drifters or homeless types that no one would notice if they go missing.
If anything goes wrong - if any of the humans reject the blood bond or can't be convinced to let us feed on them, have the Malkavians blitz their brains.
We'll also take down the contact details of the rest so we can start our very own congregation.
Father Gerald converts 10 followers who are happy to take communion with him. They also serve well as a food source as once bound they will not resist. The blood bond is only at one point, however. Once communion is complete, some of the church has begun to grow in suspicion, these views are pretty extremist. One of your converts is a homeless man, the other a working bachelor with no family to speak of.
"You may want to use your Auspex... Thingy, here, Ash."
Flashlight on, basement adventure!
"Yeah, that would probably help."
Ready my greatsword, spend a blood point to Auspex 1 my vision. Go on basement adventure!
The wooden stairs creak as they descend, the years showing as they bow under the insubstantial weight of the two women. Ash has succeeded in heightening her sight, and now sees the catacombs reaching into the distance. A black residue sits over everything, and the air is still, as though it hasn’t moved in years. The scraping, banging sound emanating from one of the rooms down the corridor continues, the only noise to be heard in the otherwise eerie quiet. As the door loses behind the two, the pitch darkness engulfs the area but for the light from the torch, which though bright feels feeble. The sound of their own breath is audible as the two look around. Even Auspex would allow for little sight without the flashlight.
The powder that coats the walls, floor and every other object in the basement easily rubs off upon touch. Coal dust. It stands to reason coal is still stored down here, abandoned after the shut down of the exchange. This is confirmed when as they walk past the first few rooms they see stacked barrels, some with open tops, and all filled with coal. The scuffling appears to be further down the corridor, where something is trapped in a locked room. Tracks in the coal dust confirm that something has been through here, but it seems that whatever it is was dragged in. It did not walk quietly.
"G-GAH! WHO ARE YOU?!" Cesar momentarily snaps out of his panic attack to look around frantically. "H-how do you know my name? Never mind that.. One of these people is talking shit about me!" Cesar looks intently at the tea cup. Kill them for their insolence, Cesar. That's a mere porcelain peasant, destroy them for sullying your name as a Knight of the Dinner Table! Cesar growls in fury at something Nikolai isn't quite aware of. "Help me with this little teacup shit, Russia man!" Madness in his eyes, Cesar sought retribution on all the teacups in the room.
Pull out Bulldog .44, shoot teacup for speaking badly about me! That should intimidate these porcelain peasants, OBEY THE KNIGHTS!
"I know your name because I overheard Mirella speaking to you. May I ask, however, what that teacup did to deserve the bullet you just put into it?"
"Help? Well.. I guess. Help me find the other teacups so I can teach them what happens when you try to rebel against the Count and his Knights!" After saying this, Cesar began to overturn everything in sight once more, gathering all the teacups and plates that he could. Anything ceramic was a peasant, everything metal was a noble.
Nikolai, for lack of anything better to do, helps Caesar with his lunacy knightly conquest.
Cesar and Nikolai take out all the porcelain cups and plates, placing them on the table in divisions of cups, plates, saucers, and others.
The cups all begin to speaking to Cesar instead of each other.
‘Why did you kill him? He didn’t do anything to you’
‘We never insulted you’
‘No one ever comes in here, why wouldn’t we be talking about you? You’re the first people we’ve seen in months.’
‘Monster! Killer! Smasher!’
‘I never even said anything about him’
Meanwhile, the silver dishes in one display cabinet are chattering to each other.
‘What’s happening to the teaset?’
‘They’re being taken out’
‘What’s going on?’
‘Well, I don’t know’
‘But they’ve been our neighbours for fifty years!’
‘Maybe they’re using them.’
‘They never used them for anything before’
‘Maybe they’re cleaning them then.’
The chatter from the cutlery is too indistinct to make out, there being so many of them in close proximity.
Smith shakes his head at the folly of the higher ups. Hmm, well the princes word is law I suppose, but any advice for how survive and win a vampire war?
‘I hope you don’t have to, little guy. But they may make you.’ Serge looks pained at the fledgling. ‘Tell you what. I’m skipping out, no one comes here past three in the morning anyway. Let’s go teach you a thing or two.’ Serge removes his apron, hangs it up, and steps out of behind the counter. His large frame straightens and he puts a hand on Smith’s shoulder. ‘But no one hears I helped you.’ His face is dead serious.
Trump, angered at Mirella's disloyalty and unprovoked aggression, returns her clumsy attack with some slaps of his own!
Of course, he's shouting slurs and insults constantly during this.
Trump swings, but Mirella manages to dodge out of the way, scrambling to her feet. She then lunges once more at him but again does not reach his throat as she so aims to do. Mirella snarls in rage, baring her fangs.
The door swings open. Three vampires in dark purple robes step through, each with the white symbol of an eye on their chest. They stand around the two, apparently watching. Expressionless, they wait.
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