This Turbulent Priest

Aug 20th, 2011 12:22 PM

Sidor moved through the Moore House, his divinely changed body smoking and glowing faintly as he walked. His hands were in his pockets, a feather gripped in his palm and a thin gold ring on his finger. He didn't speak as they swept the building. There was very little to say until Flores was found and punished for what he had done.

The Priscus serves the Clan. The Bishop guides his Flock. The Deputy protects the Domain. I wonder when he started believing that all those roles meant he could do what he pleased with no consequences?

Perhaps Flores had always believed that. Perhaps it was only an artifact of his fall towards the Beast. In the end, it didn't matter. It would end tonight, one way or another. If he had to sell himself to preserve the future of his cousins and brothers in the Domain, it would be an acceptable loss. No individual was greater than their service.

The shadows of the house clung at him as he walked onwards, seeking the end of this.

Where are you hiding?

Aug 20th, 2011 02:26 PM

Conner walked quietly, stealthly, making no noise, not breathing or blinking, his eyes remaining open and steadfast. They are on the hunt here and it would be a challanging one at that. Anton is a powerful man, that cannot be questioned. What is questionable is his sanity. And that made him all the more dangerous. Conner could not help but wonder what help the Reeve would be in this.

Conner had not faught along side this Reeve before and was interested to see what the Reeve is capable of.

**Max Heinz** · Aug 20th, 2011 07:53 PM

*Max brings up the rear, seemingly distracted as they slowly clear the House. While the others are focused ahead, Max's head is constantly scanning to the side and the rear; apparently more interested in where they had come from then where they were going. His arms remain folded behind his back, as if taking a leisurely stroll through a park instead of hunting a killer through the halls of his den.

But he moves as softly and silently as Greyson and Grigoriev, and his wandering eyes are clear and alert as they scan the rooms.*

**West** · Aug 20th, 2011 09:13 PM

Anton's naked Beast tickles at the edge of their senses, moving, staying the same distance...

...as the trio moved through a small hall into the room where vestments were kept, red smears on the wall confront them.

J U D A S

Aug 20th, 2011 09:23 PM

Conner looks to the letters on the wall and makes no move to say anything or speak any words about the obvious messages that came from the simple word. Conner moves to take the lead and continues to follow the feeling of the Beast that danced at the tips of there senses. Conner hightens his hearing trying to see if he can get any more then just the feeling of beast.

4suxx to stealth

Aug 21st, 2011 01:11 PM

Sidor hung back a little to allow Conner to take the lead, his gaze moving over the smeared letters. How melodramatic. He wondered if there was some rule that descending into madness required this much overexcitement, and resolved that if he ever found himself behaving like that, he would self-immolate before he could do anything particularly undignified. He kept moving, the ritual components firmly in his hands as he schooled himself for the battle to come, and strained his ordinary senses for a hint of anything that might lead them to their goal.

1 success

**Max Heinz** · Aug 22nd, 2011 09:49 AM

*Max notes the letters, but does not remark on them. How odd that a religious leader that professed to follow the man that killed Jesus would take offense to the man that betrayed Jesus. Not that Flores could appreciate the irony, But Max filed it away as another amusing happenstance of the universe. He quickly returns his attention back to the rooms around him, waiting for the inevitable fight that was to come.*

**West** · Aug 22nd, 2011 10:20 AM

The distant press of Anton's Beast stops shifting, the dull spike is fixed in the direction of the room that serves as a small nave for the Moore House.

Treat this room (the nave) as having a main door and a side door and being the size of a large living room with an altar and a dozen chairs facing it.

Aug 22nd, 2011 12:59 PM

Conner looks to Sidor and Max giving them both nods. This was the time and the Priscus of Mekhet prepared to shadow himself. Conner could not focus for a moment and his power faltered. Greyson knew what the problem was as he focused on the stakes in his hands and tried again to shadow himself.

rolls

Spending 1 vitae to active Resilience.

**Max Heinz** · Aug 22nd, 2011 02:22 PM

*Max returns the knowing nod, drawing the metal nightstick and readying himself for what would come next. Stolen blood courses through his veins; strengthening his body before he too disappears from view.*

Max spends 2 blood to activate Fortitude and Vigor.

2 Suxx

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2011-08-20 21:25:28		Conner rolls 8 to Dex+Stlth (10 Again)		10, 6, 6, 8, 2, 2, 7, 10, 1, 9		4 successes

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2011-08-21 13:11:11		Sidor Rurikovitch Grigoriev rolls 7 to Wits + Composure (10 Again)		7, 4, 4, 5, 7, 1, 9		1 success

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2011-08-22 12:36:17		Conner Greyson rolls 9 to Intelligence3 + Stealth4 + Obfuscate3-1 (10 Again)		3, 1, 4, 4, 2, 6, 5, 2, 6		failure

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2011-08-22 12:43:19		Conner Greyson rolls 7 to Intelligence3 + Stealth4 + Obfuscate3-1(observers)-2(retry) (10 Again)		1, 1, 1, 9, 2, 9, 6		2 successes

This Turbulent Priest

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