zg_shadows | tales from the crypt (Reply)

outside the windows of the chantry london smouldered, the fires were mostly out, the rats fewer and slinking back as the rain drizzled down soaking a ruined city, and now people prayed on each other and from a window he watched

and to think they called it the dark ages, people seemed more willing to turn on each other now for a handful of paper than ever, but stil he couldnt help but think of his beautiful city in flames and ruin, the house would be fine of course, it had stood as a monument to the tremere ingenuity since well, since forever, home in a fashion endured, and despite having spent many many long years within its halls studying and working away in the shadows of its grand corridors and mystic chambers he could still remember the vibrancy and wonder of vienna,

london wasnt looking too good either but it could and would be fixed,

outside a woman sheltered in a doorway of a building its facade damaged by explosions its windows blown in and partially gutted by flame, from across the road he watched from the window and scowled as a man knife drawn stalked towards her, a quick flick of the eyes showed the cruelty in his intent and the fact he was but a man, mortal and cruel, he would rape the woman and possibly kill her, little better than an animal really but even so couldnt just kill him either,

a glance showed another option with but a moments concentration and invocation of blood a gesture disloged some of the broken buildings masonry bringing it down at just the right moment by his slight movements and loud cries he would live, though perhaps in casts on at least one leg and arm for a while,

a figure steeped up beside him at that point and handed over a note
Camarilla elysium meeting in Camden, access to location via directions on second page, attendance only if safe, shelter for camarilla members whose havens are compromised available

time to go see how we fix this one then