Unfolding Events

End of the Fifth Night

...One policeman lost his life when a gasoline leak from the demolished sedan ignited. Another sustained minor injuries when he lost control over his vehicle while attempting to pursue the suspected perpetrators.

The culprits, who detonated at least three separate grenades and over forty rounds of automatic gunfire, left a wake of damage in the normally quiet suburb of Eldritch Point, including violation of several centennial buildings and sidewalks in the area

Experts believe that the explosions might have triggered an underground effect as well; police at that site later noticed a sulfurous smell. Fearing that the sewers had been rigged with chemical explosives, specialists were called in to investigate. The concluded results suggest that the sulfurous smell was neither man-made nor harmful in itself.

The chemical is often found in pockets underground. While nontoxic in itself, it typically forms in the same area where a lethal gas is produced. Experts believe that the explosions on the streets above may have released a pocket of this gas, possibly from the remains of an old mine below.

A full evacuation has been ordered for Eldritch Point. Neither the sulfurous compound or the lethal gas are flammable, but poisoning may still be a problem. If you would like to volunteer for the evacuation or care for evacuees, phone numbers for contacts will be listed at the end of this broadcast.

In other news, CDA resident Emiel Vhos was arrested for the alleged poisoning of three people this morning. All three were admitted into Spokane hospitals last night, suffering from convulsions and delirium. Vhos is the head of a splinter religion here in the Lake area, a cult based around Mayan visions and occult practices. Vhos claims that no ritual has occurred in the last month, and cannot explain the hospitalization of the three individuals, all members of his congregation. Further actions from the Spokane Metropolitan police have been stalled, on the account of similar reports feeding in from around the Nation.

Animal experts are investigating multiple reports of wolf howls heard in the late hours of last night. After investigating a chance recording of these noises, they have concluded that the noises were not created from true wolves. They suspect perhaps a large group of individuals, possibly intoxicated, making these noises as some form of prank. Once again: the noises heard last night were not genuine wolf howlings.

Cherry Apple, a renown porn star resident in Couer d'Alene, has been missing for forty-eight hours. Friends have found her house and lot empty, with evidense of a break in. If you have any word, or have seen any sign of Mrs. Apple, please notify the police immediately...

The drone of the reporter was lost on Delilah Jackson and she stared into the room. Several of her childer stared back at her blankly, shrugging their shoulders. When their eyes darted over her shoulder, Mrs. Jackson knew she had company.

"My Prince," she whispered softly, stepping aside to give the man room.

"I heard there was a disturbance," Gregory Hammond-Doyle rasped, leaning upon his cane.

The Keeper of the Elysium beckoned with her hand. Her myriad childer parted for the austere Ventrue, like the Red Sea to his stave. On the other shore, they revealed Thomas Cuthbert, his eyes to heaven--despite the chandaliered barrier between him and the stars. The room was silent, except for the Thin-Blooded's voice, and even that seemed to come from a great distance:

"And you will know these last times by the time of Thin Blood

Which will mark vampires that cannot beget

"You will know them by the clanless

Who will come to rule

"You will know them by the Wild Ones

Who will hunt us even in the strongest City

"You will know them by the awakening of some of the eldest

The Crone will awaken and consume all "

Hammond-Doyle listened verse after verse, speaking nothing, concentrating as one would concentrate on a singer's aria. Finally, he turned to Delilah. "It is commendable you taught him these Noddism verses, Miss Jackson." He pursed his thin lips together. "So much of the Book of Nod has been lost to us; it is good to remind our childer of what we still have.

Delilah frowned. "My Prince, that is why I have summoned you. I have not taught him the Book of Nod."

"Mark these signs they are

Mark the shadow which flies

Mark the dragon which rises

Mark the darkness which moves

Mark the shadow of moon

Mark the angel that dies

Mark the maiden who weeps

Mark the children Embraced

Mark the Caitiff who run"

Hammond-Doyle stared at his Keeper for long moments blankly.

"Your lordship," Miss Jackson continued. "You say so much has been lost. Perhaps you should take paper and pen. Some of what he speaks we do not have."

Alexandria opened her eyes. Her movements startled her siblings, who had thought here merely daydreaming. "The star!" Alexandria screamed.

The other girls ducked for cover as the Oneiromancer flew from her chair. With a fury unbecoming of a Tremere, she rended the shades from the window.

Crimson light, the intensity of the noonday sun, surged into the room. Two of the girls flinched, instinctively covering the faces with their hands. Alexandria bore her face to the light, her eyes widening as they filled with the red glow.

"What is it?" screamed Bernice. "What's wrong? What's going on?"

"It shines brighter than the moon," whispered Rebekah, her voice caught in rapture. "Look at it with Sight Beyond."

Bernice took a step forward, concentrating. "It has an aura," she whispered, finally seeing the brillience. She held up her hand, to shade herself from the supernatural light. "Where did it come from?"

"It was born," Alexandria. "Just now."

"Did you create this?" Veronica demanded of her sister.

"No." She pursed her lips. "It has nothing to do with me. Its glow only invaded my dreams. I knew, if I opened the shutters, it would invade this room as well."

"Someone get Master Black," Beatrice yelled. "He needs to see this, he needs to know!"

None budged from where they stood. Five women, mere silhouettes in the dusty red starbeams that shafted in.

"What do you think it means?"

"I don't know," Alexandria whispers. "I stopped seeing the future... weeks ago. I don't think---I don't think I can anymore."

"You say it has nothing to do with you," Veronica mutters, taking a step forward. "Does it have to do with us? The City? Or something far greater?"

"Something far greater," Alexandria whispered. "I don't need my dreams to tell me. Can't you see? It's a sign of---

"---The Apokolyps!" The Sibyl gasped, shielding her eyes.

A piercing shriek from Bobby drew attention away from the serpentine Oracle. Bobby's body arched up, rigid straight, his eyes dilating in the red glow. His scream was so sharp that the van swerved to one side.

"The Time of the Thin-Blood is at hand!" Bobby screamed, his hands clutching at invisible fabrics. "They don't understand. They don't see: It is not their unlives that shall bring it, but the spilling of their blood! Each one you kill is another turn of the hand!"

"What the fuck is going on?" Lucky lurched over the body, grabbing Bobby's shoulders.

"That light!" Rose screams. "He's reacting to it somehow!"

"I don't see any light!" Lullabye yelled back, glancing back out the window.

"Block the window! Block the light!" Rose scream. "He's in pain!"

"He's having a vision," the Sibyl countered. "Don't offend whatever is gifting him with it!"

"I still don't see any light!"

Bobby's head lulled back and forth. "The star stirs her. She will be the first to awaken. The spilled blood---don't you see? It's feeding her---"

"Can't you see it, Lulls?" Rose asks. "It shines so bright it consumes the other stars!"

"No! I just see a little prick of red in the night's sky!"

"I don't see shit either!" Lucky yells hoarsely.

The Sibyl and Rose glance at each other, and then back out the window, perplexed. Both of them have to slit their eyes to shield it from the fiery intensity.

"For some reason, Rose and I--and Bobby, obviously--can see much more," the Sibyl whispers. "It's more than a prick of light to us. It's wreathed with a glow brighter than the moon's. There's--there's something wrong with its glow. It's a harbinger of some kind!"

"Don't!" Bobby warned an unknown assailant. "The weapon shall be used twice-fold! It will shatter both here and there!"

"Look!" Rose points. "Do you see that? The light is bending!"

"I don't--wait--you're right. It's being warped. That whole part of the city! The starlight ripples when it hits it!"

"It's your Caern," Rose whispers. "Your Caern must be warping the light of it!"

"Don't! Can't you hear them? In Final Death, they serve Damballah now! Yet they still remember what must be stopped---"

"There! What part of the city is that?"

Rose straightened, almost bouncing Bobby's seizuring body to the ground, if not for Lucky's grip. "That's where we just came from... That's Eldritch Point!"

Lucky pulled another cigarette out of his case. "Fuck. The front lines. Smack dap deep in blood and shit."

It would be only dawn's rays that scattered the red light of the new star. When night fell upon Couer d'Alene, the star was no brighter than Venus--even to a seer's eyes. Yet all knew that it foretold a dark fate.

It would be a foul sign for the night the Sabbat arrived.


	Blood Genesis End of the Fifth Night ...One policeman lost his life when a gasoline leak from the demolished sedan ignited. Another sustained minor injuries when he lost control over his vehicle while attempting to pursue the suspected perpetrators. The culprits, who detonated at least three separate grenades and over forty rounds of automatic gunfire, left a wake of damage in the normally quiet suburb of Eldritch Point, including violation of several centennial buildings and sidewalks in the area Experts believe that the explosions might have triggered an underground effect as well; police at that site later noticed a sulfurous smell. Fearing that the sewers had been rigged with chemical explosives, specialists were called in to investigate. The concluded results suggest that the sulfurous smell was neither man-made nor harmful in itself. The chemical is often found in pockets underground. While nontoxic in itself, it typically forms in the same area where a lethal gas is produced. Experts believe that the explosions on the streets above may have released a pocket of this gas, possibly from the remains of an old mine below. A full evacuation has been ordered for Eldritch Point. Neither the sulfurous compound or the lethal gas are flammable, but poisoning may still be a problem. If you would like to volunteer for the evacuation or care for evacuees, phone numbers for contacts will be listed at the end of this broadcast. In other news, CDA resident Emiel Vhos was arrested for the alleged poisoning of three people this morning. All three were admitted into Spokane hospitals last night, suffering from convulsions and delirium. Vhos is the head of a splinter religion here in the Lake area, a cult based around Mayan visions and occult practices. Vhos claims that no ritual has occurred in the last month, and cannot explain the hospitalization of the three individuals, all members of his congregation. Further actions from the Spokane Metropolitan police have been stalled, on the account of similar reports feeding in from around the Nation. Animal experts are investigating multiple reports of wolf howls heard in the late hours of last night. After investigating a chance recording of these noises, they have concluded that the noises were not created from true wolves. They suspect perhaps a large group of individuals, possibly intoxicated, making these noises as some form of prank. Once again: the noises heard last night were not genuine wolf howlings. Cherry Apple, a renown porn star resident in Couer d'Alene, has been missing for forty-eight hours. Friends have found her house and lot empty, with evidense of a break in. If you have any word, or have seen any sign of Mrs. Apple, please notify the police immediately... The drone of the reporter was lost on Delilah Jackson and she stared into the room. Several of her childer stared back at her blankly, shrugging their shoulders. When their eyes darted over her shoulder, Mrs. Jackson knew she had company. "My Prince," she whispered softly, stepping aside to give the man room. "I heard there was a disturbance," Gregory Hammond-Doyle rasped, leaning upon his cane. The Keeper of the Elysium beckoned with her hand. Her myriad childer parted for the austere Ventrue, like the Red Sea to his stave. On the other shore, they revealed Thomas Cuthbert, his eyes to heaven--despite the chandaliered barrier between him and the stars. The room was silent, except for the Thin-Blooded's voice, and even that seemed to come from a great distance: "And you will know these last times by the time of Thin Blood Which will mark vampires that cannot beget "You will know them by the clanless Who will come to rule "You will know them by the Wild Ones Who will hunt us even in the strongest City "You will know them by the awakening of some of the eldest The Crone will awaken and consume all " Hammond-Doyle listened verse after verse, speaking nothing, concentrating as one would concentrate on a singer's aria. Finally, he turned to Delilah. "It is commendable you taught him these Noddism verses, Miss Jackson." He pursed his thin lips together. "So much of the Book of Nod has been lost to us; it is good to remind our childer of what we still have. Delilah frowned. "My Prince, that is why I have summoned you. I have not taught him the Book of Nod." "Mark these signs they are Coming! Gehenna Will be on Earth. Mark the shadow which flies Mark the dragon which rises Mark the darkness which moves Mark the shadow of moon Mark the angel that dies Mark the maiden who weeps Mark the children Embraced Mark the Caitiff who run" Hammond-Doyle stared at his Keeper for long moments blankly. "Your lordship," Miss Jackson continued. "You say so much has been lost. Perhaps you should take paper and pen. Some of what he speaks we do not have." Alexandria opened her eyes. Her movements startled her siblings, who had thought here merely daydreaming. "The star!" Alexandria screamed. The other girls ducked for cover as the Oneiromancer flew from her chair. With a fury unbecoming of a Tremere, she rended the shades from the window. Crimson light, the intensity of the noonday sun, surged into the room. Two of the girls flinched, instinctively covering the faces with their hands. Alexandria bore her face to the light, her eyes widening as they filled with the red glow. "What is it?" screamed Bernice. "What's wrong? What's going on?" "It shines brighter than the moon," whispered Rebekah, her voice caught in rapture. "Look at it with Sight Beyond." Bernice took a step forward, concentrating. "It has an aura," she whispered, finally seeing the brillience. She held up her hand, to shade herself from the supernatural light. "Where did it come from?" "It was born," Alexandria. "Just now." "Did you create this?" Veronica demanded of her sister. "No." She pursed her lips. "It has nothing to do with me. Its glow only invaded my dreams. I knew, if I opened the shutters, it would invade this room as well." "Someone get Master Black," Beatrice yelled. "He needs to see this, he needs to know!" None budged from where they stood. Five women, mere silhouettes in the dusty red starbeams that shafted in. "What do you think it means?" "I don't know," Alexandria whispers. "I stopped seeing the future... weeks ago. I don't think---I don't think I can anymore." "You say it has nothing to do with you," Veronica mutters, taking a step forward. "Does it have to do with us? The City? Or something far greater?" "Something far greater," Alexandria whispered. "I don't need my dreams to tell me. Can't you see? It's a sign of--- "---The Apokolyps!" The Sibyl gasped, shielding her eyes. A piercing shriek from Bobby drew attention away from the serpentine Oracle. Bobby's body arched up, rigid straight, his eyes dilating in the red glow. His scream was so sharp that the van swerved to one side. "The Time of the Thin-Blood is at hand!" Bobby screamed, his hands clutching at invisible fabrics. "They don't understand. They don't see: It is not their unlives that shall bring it, but the spilling of their blood! Each one you kill is another turn of the hand!" "What the fuck is going on?" Lucky lurched over the body, grabbing Bobby's shoulders. "That light!" Rose screams. "He's reacting to it somehow!" "I don't see any light!" Lullabye yelled back, glancing back out the window. "Block the window! Block the light!" Rose scream. "He's in pain!" "He's having a vision," the Sibyl countered. "Don't offend whatever is gifting him with it!" "I still don't see any light!" Bobby's head lulled back and forth. "The star stirs her. She will be the first to awaken. The spilled blood---don't you see? It's feeding her---" "Can't you see it, Lulls?" Rose asks. "It shines so bright it consumes the other stars!" "No! I just see a little prick of red in the night's sky!" "I don't see shit either!" Lucky yells hoarsely. The Sibyl and Rose glance at each other, and then back out the window, perplexed. Both of them have to slit their eyes to shield it from the fiery intensity. "For some reason, Rose and I--and Bobby, obviously--can see much more," the Sibyl whispers. "It's more than a prick of light to us. It's wreathed with a glow brighter than the moon's. There's--there's something wrong with its glow. It's a harbinger of some kind!" "Don't!" Bobby warned an unknown assailant. "The weapon shall be used twice-fold! It will shatter both here and there!" "Look!" Rose points. "Do you see that? The light is bending!" "I don't--wait--you're right. It's being warped. That whole part of the city! The starlight ripples when it hits it!" "It's your Caern," Rose whispers. "Your Caern must be warping the light of it!" "Don't! Can't you hear them? In Final Death, they serve Damballah now! Yet they still remember what must be stopped---" "There! What part of the city is that?" Rose straightened, almost bouncing Bobby's seizuring body to the ground, if not for Lucky's grip. "That's where we just came from... That's Eldritch Point!" Lucky pulled another cigarette out of his case. "Fuck. The front lines. Smack dap deep in blood and shit." It would be only dawn's rays that scattered the red light of the new star. When night fell upon Couer d'Alene, the star was no brighter than Venus--even to a seer's eyes. Yet all knew that it foretold a dark fate. It would be a foul sign for the night the Sabbat arrived.