(Welcome to Hangtown) In a Strange Domain

[Cayce]

Placerville, California, one of the decaying monuments of the Gold Rush. Once a town named after its fondness for the gallows it now sits as the seat of El Dorado County, a tourist trap dotted with the brick husks of a dead era. Seneschal Perin stands outside of one these brick shells, waiting for the Sacramento convoy to arrive. A large sign hanging over the door boldly proclaims "Welcome to Hangtown". Golden font on the building's door identifies it as a museum of "Illustrious Gold Rush History". It seems this is the place where the Sacramento envoys will meet what remains of the Placerville Domain. Fitting, perhaps.

Feel welcome to post your entrances and state all items of importance on your persons

[Cayce]

"That is correct, good Doctor. There was an unusual bit of traffic on the road, but I'm sure your companions will be arriving shortly," Perin offered, nodding to Drake. He glanced at his wristwatch, his expression remaining carefully neutral.

Cryotic Luna Daniel Cherry Bomb Luke Caldon

[Cryotic]

Not far behind Luke strolled the apparently unhappy figure of Daniel, meeting up with the others, he says "'Evening. Apologies for my tardiness." Finding some of the gear he wanted to grab first was a bit of the pain given the chaotic state of his Haven, but he got everything he had that he deemed necessary. He's dressed rather lightly, in running shirt, jeans, and a slightly worn pair of running shoes. Over his back is a sling style backpack filled with the stuff he had grabbed, part of him knew he was going to be unprepared for something, but that didn't excuse not being as prepared as can be. Of course, some of the stuff he grabbed he wasn't sure if there would be a use for, the box the herald handed out covered most of what he'd need aside from perhaps a weapon, and that was taken care of with the flare gun resting at the top of the pack, secretly he hoped he wouldn't have to use it. Fire is bad.

Stuffins'

1. Equipment box from the Herald.
2. Flare gun, with a box of appropriate flares (6 flares)
3. Daniel's cell.
4. Map of Placerville, and a few pens to mark it with.
5. Binoculars
6. Extra duct tape

[Cayce]

"That is quite alright. A few minutes will not damage our situation overmuch. Please, follow me and I shall introduce you to what remains of my people. I'll send someone to wait for the last member of your party, but I won't wait any longer," Perin declared, nodding to the Sacramento kindred. He unlocked the museum door and strode inside, his steps purposeful. The darkness inside and the pace of their host doesn't allow the Sacramento envoys much chance to examine the artifacts on display but the shapes of stage coaches, mining carts, and a miniature gallows are unmistakable in their silhouettes. The creak of worn floorboards echoes up with their steps as Perin leads them deep into the building and finally to a staircase leading underneath the building. A collection of antique firearms, collecting dust in the gloom, hangs over the kindred as they descend into the bowels of the Hangtown museum.

They take a few more turns down dimly lit brick hallways and finally arrive at the Court of Augusto Reyes, the Prince of Placerville. The room is lushly carpeted and lit by a gas chandelier. Curtains hang over the brick walls, softening the room and embracing it's inhabitants in the attempt of decadence. Three Kindred sit at the end of the room in hand carved wooden chairs. One sits above the two others, a striking man with pale skin and dark features. His eyes gleam oddly in the lantern light and his lips peel back in a grin. He stands and the Sacramento envoys find their eyes drawn with the gravity of his presence. There is little doubt that this must be the Prince.

"Ah, Dominick, you have come bearing guests! Excellent. To what do we owe this pleasure of fresh...company?" Reyes says, chuckling slightly.

Perin clears his throat. "Your majesty, these are the envoys from Sacramento, coming to lend their..."

"This I know," Reyes suddenly shouts, interrupting the Seneschal. "I thought it would be polite for our guests to answer for themselves! That would be best, don't you think, for us to present a courteous face to those who have come to solve your incompetence...NOW THEN. Who...are you?" The prince demands, looking to the Envoys.

For Cherry

When you arrive, a man will escort you down to the Court. If it is within 24 hours of this post, you can hear the Princes outburst. If not, you will be arriving after it.

[Cayce]

"Sink your teeth into them?" The prince hisses, stepping forward. "I hope you speak metaphorically for I shall not tolerate diablerie in my Domain." His eyes narrow dangerously, but after a tense moment he smiles. "At least your manners are sufficient. I do hope that you solve this matter in due haste for if you do not then our most powerful defense will disappear like mist in the morning sun. I usually do not abide by Dragons. Things with scales are not to be trusted, but I do know that if there is one thing that your ilk is good at, it's keeping secrets." Reyes hisses the last word with surprising vehemence but then, once again, his face falls into a pantomime smile.

"You will protect our most important secret, won't you? You do realize that others besides you Dragons are worthy of secrets, don't you?

OOC

I just read cryotics post about being likely absent. I'll proceed without him for the moment