Stepping Out 2

Timeline: February 16, 2009

Ann-Marie took some time away from her cult, her studies and her art to go and meet up with some of the others who lived in Eldon Well. Of particular interest on this day was Rose. She had fought by her side and knew of her, but so far they hadn’t gotten to know one another. She decided that could change if she tried.

She knew that Rose spent a lot of time working at the Blood and Brew, so she thought she’d start there. She went in one day when she knew Rose was working, a slow day in particular and sat up at the bar far to one side, sketchbook in hand. This was a bit unusual as she usually took a private booth.
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Questions, Questions

Timeline: February 8th, 2009 late night

Rey smiled down at Hamilton. He was stretched – or rather, practically draped – across her lap, purring contentedly. She’d just finished brushing and otherwise pampering him after spending some time working on the bar’s books. The money situation wasn’t too bad yet, but things couldn’t keep going this way for long.

She gently settled her familiar on the cushion next to her chair and looked at the clock. If Ann-Marie was going to be coming to the bar, now would be about the time she’d show up. Rey gave Hamilton one last scritch, then walked out of the office and into the bar proper.
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Stepping Out

Timeline: February, 2009

Ann-Marie took the time to create an invitation by hand, crafting an elegant design and hand-calligraphing each letter precisly. It wouldn’t do to simply go knocking on the door of someone she only knew in passing. Once completed, she signed it and placed it in an envelope and mailed it across town to Ariya Honeywell. It read, Continue reading “Stepping Out”

Wedding Plans

Timeline: February, 2009

One day shortly after her brother and friends had left for Mythic City, when Jesse had errands to run, Ann-Marie took a break from her studies and called Alice. It was early enough in the evening that she was able to reach Alice at the library, which was open until ten that night. 

“Eldon Well Public Library,” she answered over the phone.



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February 26th, 2008

Things didn’t go so well yesterday. I am beginning to get a feel for this town, slowly but surely. No one is as they seem. Lets start with my own personal issues. First, my lover is a very busy man, though he makes time to see me and pay attention to my needs. That’s okay as I am a Childe of the Morrigan. I have things to do, I don’t need to get completely consumed in my passion for Ironclaw. Though it is fun! I spend my time searching the woodlands and getting to know the valleys and dales that surround the town. I have also been planning to get my coven together, have met with my brother several times, and have been painting and composing. I even broke out my violin once. That being said, I wish i could understand Ironclaw more. He hasn’t really introduced me to his pack, group, tribe? I’m not sure what they call it. Though to his credit, he hasn’t asked too much about things I can’t talk about. That’s good, but I guess I do wish to know more about him, his parents, his group, et al. I suppose in that way I am curious. I find the werewolves, now that I have met them, to be fascinating.

Second also happens to be about Ironclaw. We had an altercation with a spirit or group of spirits that changed him to a man 2/3s of his age. The horny bastard got drunk with Ramiel and Michael and something happened that I really don’t care to know. Though I do. One of the Honeywells, Tara, said she’d take care of it. He innuendo was quite clear. I make it abundantly clear my opinion of her ‘solution’, and she promised me certain guarantees; promises that obviously were not kept, at least in spirit. Now Tara is a powerful being, perhaps as much as Ironclaw himself. I dont’ know what she is or does, but she just annoys me with her seeming arrogance. Then again, I can be that way sometimes too. In any case, something happened and later I learned about it. I didn’t yell, I just began to leave. He turned into a wolf an followed me after I spoke my mind and frustration. He just kept on following. You see, my man can’t apologize in a normal way for something that he did under a magic spell, but I sense he knew I was a bit hurt (I guess the feeling is hurt, perhaps betrayed?) and by following me like he did it was his way of apologizing. I know he knows that sometimes I must sometimes use the promise of romance to hunt prey, but I wont go further than feeding whiel I am with him. In fact, other than him and animals, I have for the most part avoided feeding off humans too much, at least until my, coven is assembled. He didn’t allow me to feed off him for several weeks as he thought I was treating him as prey. I carefully explained that is also had deeper meaning for me, and hopefully he will let me do so soon. All indications are that he will.

Thirdly we had a fight with one of the spirits. I nailed the flying human-thing with my talons. It bled nicely. Perhaps this was a harpy want-to-be. Anyway between all of us we drove it off. It was a group effort, though I did seem to hurt it a lot. I myself was hurt a bit, but what is pain and wounds to my kind?

January 25th, 2008

This has been a really busy two days. Exciting as well. Suffice it to say that this kindred is now the proud mate (if that is the proper term), of a werewolf. The lycanthrope Ironclaw that I had met earlier turns out to be just like me in many ways, the important ways. We are now lovers, and I’m so very proud of being with him. I won’t drag out the whole courtship that we shared over the last two days, but is was a whirlwind of conversation, then pursuit (me with words, him literally), then consummating our night with the taste of his blood and the passion of his lust. To be honest I have never felt anything like this before. It may be just insatiable curiosity and the love of something new, but both of us want to see where it goes. He’s willing to try everything and I’ll test his limits. As far as I know, I am the only kindred ever to do this. In talking to him and making love to him, not only do I satiate our mutual desire for one another but I literally worship the Goddess and achieve pure mindlessness and oneness with my beast all at the same time. It is glorious.

Now, how did I become his ‘mate’? Besides the obvious, he said so. Again, I won’t go into the details, but after a challenge to his authority by my newly re-acquainted friend Lyla (also a werewolf), he fought like a true master of his world. An amazing specimen of pure raw male power. I’m liking him more and more. This can only get better.

I shouldn’t be selfish. There is a lot going on that I do not understand, and my brother was upset with the fight between Lyla and Ironclaw. Lyla, you see, is pregnant. I warned Ironclaw about it and he went out of his way to avoid hitting the baby. Honorable too! What an amazing place this Eldon Well is.

On, and by the way. In front of a whole mess of people who witnessed the fight he stated most insistently that I was his mate. Cool. I can play at that. I might even like it. I don’t think this one will disappoint me for awhile.

January 14, 2008

I had a facinating evening last night. After spending a few days getting all moved in and set up, I thought I’d take a ook around. Johnny has been a real help. I do regret not telling him earlier, as he has been so kind and understanding. The Masquerade is paramount in general, but so far everyone who knows is supernatural in some way or I suspect they are.

In any case, I decided that the signs were right to explore the woods some more. I had done a little scouting when I first arrived, but this time I needed to find a place to do my ritual sacrifice to the Morrigan. I had promised the Honeywells that I’d be mindful of the townsfolk (not that I wouldn’t, I’ve been at this for nearly fifty years), so I went out as a wolf.

It was nearly one a.m. when I encountered him. He was a great gray wolf. A powerful beast which looked upon me with curiousity. After a time of exchanging signals he tipped his hand, indicating that he was a supernatural creature. We played at games for a bit until I decided to tip my hand. I returned to my human form and unsurprisingly he returned to his. A real, live werewolf! In fact, this was a majestic man. Oh, not beautiful or handsome in an artistic sense, but rugged, powerful and confident, like men should be.

We talked a little while, exchanging innuendo and becoming a mystery to each other. As long as I didn’t mess with his territory, or mark it as my own (as if I would!), I could hunt there. I look forward to encountering this one again. Perhaps this werewolf could make a good ally?

January 10, 2008


The sun had recently set and I had emerged from my haven of soil to begin setting up my living room. I had to at least look like I lived here. Before I could really begin, I heard a knock on the door. So, I’m thinking, “Okay, which mortal knows my secret now?” It turned out to be Lyla, Ramiel and some indian guy called Chaska. He was plesent enough, though eerily familiar.

Apparently they needed my help against the very Dark Man my brother had told me about a few nights before. He had taken a teen and Ramiel had been hired to find them. I thought, “they saved my unlife, perhaps this is an opportunity to balance the scales.” So, I agreed and got ready for a fight.

The ride there was long and there was little conversation. Chaska likely didn’t know what I could do, actually none of them knew what I could do, just what I was. He didn’t seem to know that. All of them were confident, but there was a tension in the air. They had confronted this one long ago and nearly died doing it, or so Johnny had told me. I think they might have believed they could fail. I prayed to the Morrigan to watch this battle and honor us in blood.

We found the house outside of town. No sooner had we pulled up and left Lyla and Chaska out to scout the area when three cars came down the road. One blocked us off and the other two sped down toward the barn.

Four people got out of the car, three women and a man. Without hesitation, Ramiel drew his pistol on the woman. They knew each other. He name was Lily, I caught that much. They had all drawn weapons and this Lily, who called herself a goddess, Ishtar herself actually, grew some form of armor from her skin. I looked and she was no kindred, but some cultist mage or some such. There was an exchange of fire and I felt the beesting of a bullet hit. These people has saved my life. It is possible that this Lily and I would have on some level understood one another, but they shot first. And more importantly had attacked my new friends.

I charged in. Out of the corner of my eye, I espyed wolf shapes fighting men and metal near the barn. Oh great, they’ve got hellhounds. But no, it seemed like man-wolf shapes fighting for us. I couldn’t really pay attention to them as I had my own problems to deal with. Ramiel had left the car and dashed to the barn. Lily has shot electricity. Yes, electricity, from her hands at both Ramiel and Michael. Dumb, I thought, shooting electricty at a big metal box, but what do I know about these things. In any case they were fine, mostly. Michael put a few rounds into her before she took off after Ramiel. By this time the humans had began shooting at Michael en mass. All except the woman with the shot gun. I’m sorry to admit, I killed her. I thought they were more dangerous that they looked.

By the time I had rendered the other two wounded, but alive, Michael had taken off for the barn where a big fight was building up. He’s a good shot, that one. Then suddenly the sounds stopped and the fight was over. One by one my friends returned to the SUV, wounded, but alive. Ramiel was highly wounded. I felt for him. He looked at my two prisoners and said, “Drink them dry!” I said, without hesitation, “No. I won’t”. I was really surprised about his fierceness, but it may just have been the moment, he likely isn’t like that normally. I hope at least.

I tended to the fallen cultist’s wounds and sent them on there way with a kindly warning to go back to their families and never do this again. They left.

They had brought back the boy and all seemed well. There was some confused conversation and Chaska was incessingly taunting Ramiel about something. Turns out Ramiel is the father of Lyla’s new baby. In other words, she is pregnant. I hear this is Ramiel’s second child. Hmm. I suppose congratulations are in order. I’d like to meet his eldest child, for I do love children. Innocence, once lost, is never recovered. But in the eyes of a child, one can grasp that again.

A few miles south of town, I got out and said I’d walk the rest of the way. I went and hunted. Tonight I plan to thank the Morrigan for the victory.

January 9, 2008

Oh, I’m pissed. So, now more locals seem to know who I am. From what I hear, this place was founded by druid-types a couple hundred years ago, and the descendants are in charge. They Honeywell family. In any case, they invited me to dinner. I thought it was a standard small-town get-to-know you session. But it was a trap of sorts. They knew who I was and what I am. In any other domain, they would be taken and either killed or mind-controlled, but here they had me under their thumb. Oh, they were pleasent enough and the innuendo was thick as a San Franciso fogbank, but in no uncertain terms they said I was welcome and they would be watching. I was polite while I thought about who it was that broke their word and betrayed me. I’m assuming they had to tell. These people seem to know everything.

I like my secrets and don’t like them shared unless I say so.

January 8, 2008

I have just moved my things to a small apartment in Eldon Well. It is a nice location, more central to my followers than Concorde and a good place to establish myself for a few years and I’ll be close enough to fly to the aid of my friends in Albany or even those struggling in Boston and surrounding domains.

My lady Pricilla warned me about Concorde. Now I understand. A breach of the Masquerade has occured and several locals have turned a kindred and were trying to turn myself into a blood bank for a hyper-addictive vitae-based drug. Sickening. I have also found out about the two kindred. I won’t go into the details of how, but in short they are likely controlled by a Mage. I have informed my lady about this and await instructions. My instinct is to ask my new friends to help track down the mage and free the kindred. I must act on this soon, probably within the month.

Who are these friends? I was found and saved by a group of people including my little brother Johnny. I am appreciative of them and after my brother asked me to move in to his town, I agreed. Hence, I’m here. The risks to the greater Masquerade are minimal as all those who rescued me have deep supernatural secrets as well.

Johnny is a telepath of some kind. I guess we have good genes. Michael is some kind of sorceror, but I’m not sure how. Daniel seems to have been a former ghoul. If this is true, that would be bad and I would be forced to cow him to my power. If not, then I won’t worry. Lyla and Ramiel I had met a few years ago. Lyla more intimately, as I was drawn to the taste of her blood. In any case, my kindness to her has paid off well. I only hope they will understand what I am and respect it. I certainly will respect them.