Shadow-gate Short session June 04,2011
I have been making a to do list and here is what I have so far.
Things to possibly do:
- Investigate the opportunities of acquiring a servant .(Cassie the singer in the band)
- Investigate the Bishop.
- Turning Elizabeth from Paulo to Logan (Ok just kidding about that, I like Logan better than that) I know I am probably crazy writing down jokes that only I will read but well there it is.
- Finish decorating the special room.
All I have so far, though I am sure the list will grow and shrink, but sometimes I do review these notes and it’s good to have a reminder, just in case I let something slip that I shouldn’t forget but do. The old forgetting to drain the swamp because my ass keeps getting bit by alligators syndrome.
Warren contacted Cassie and booked Metric, the band she is in, for the grand opening in two weeks. We should be open for business in about a week. We are paying the band 1,000 a night for Thursday, Friday, and Saturday, which for this area is top wage, probably double what the band would normally make for a gig.
We went back to the bus terminal to which Elizabeth’s key had led us. The Zombies were no longer there but Warren found that they had been bound here using some sort of voodoo magic. We went to the only other magic user know outside of Shadow-gate, Talia Silveroak. She said it wasn’t her kind of magic but she did manage to give us a name on a card. Then she said, “In the DM there is a place near a casino called the meadows you will find this person there most nights of the week. Present this card and they will at least speak with you.” Then we bought something to give our business an edge, a relaxed good feeling-nothing overt but just enough to bump people over the edge and make them want to come back.
The female victims, that weren’t night walkers , were descendents of shifters. So now we have to ask ourselves were the kindred that were chosen feeding on shifters or the descendants thereof, or were they taken for their own blood or powers, or were they just in the wrong place at the right time.
We have been checking various leads but so far nothing new. A week later, Cassie and the band showed up for their free drink and to see what the layout was like. They seemed to like what they saw and I showed them the green room and told them that there would be pop and water and some finger type food. They would be granted access to the side door to load and unload equipment.
Another week passed and we still don’t seem to be making any progress on the case but in other parts of our lives time seemed to grind on and it was time for the grand opening. My patron who likes to be called The Duke recruited more private security that I shall call the hounds to help secure this area. The place was packed and the band seemed to hit its stride. About 11 The Duke showed up and we noticed two of our wards, Fang and Odin on the floor. The Duke had his Majordomo the one he calls His keeper of Elysium assign someone named Arcasia, to help us recognize those kindred spirits of The Duke and treat them with the respect they have earned. The Metric seemed to really draw and on a business front live was good.
I talked to Warren about offering a permanent position on our staff to Cassie the lead singer, originally I had thought to do it but his gift of charismatic majesty and ability to awe a crowd might be useful if he could teach it to her.