The Caldarium was fading.

The calming warm waters that filled the pools of the room were growing cold and green with algae and slime.An attempt to turn on the filtration system only caused noxious dark green clouds to bubble to the surface and pollute the water further.

Nearly all the candles there had died, burning down to the their wicks and leaving some wax to start running down the surfaces like small rivers against the stonework. A few still continued to burn in defiance, casting thick shadows that writhed and danced around the guttering flames before they too would inevitably burn out.

Without Alice and her rail thin ghoul to assist her, this very room was falling apart. Turning into a sad,sick reflection of the undying creatures that stalked the catacombs of the Underground Kingdom. There was still the question as to where she had gone. Cynthia Weiss had little knowledge of where the Doll had vanished to. The others like Cross or Gilroy were absent as well,thought its possible occupied with matters outside these winding catacombs. She could not say.

None the less, this rooms decline gave the artist something she had been looking for. Rare was it to see something that embodied the embrace in an abstract way. The decay of beauty and serenity to the subtle fear and revulsion her Clan created with their very presence.

She had found it. Inspiration.

The goth had sequestered herself in her Haven deep in the catacombs of the Necropolis. Paints of slate grey ,green and yellow were ordered. A fresh canvas was retrieved and put on the easel. Pictures of the room were saved to her smartphone. She was ready to finally begin her work at last.

  3 successes
Date Action Roll Result
2018-01-15 03:12:34 Cynthia Weiss rolls 7 to Create Art (Intelligence 3 + Crafts 4 + Spec (Painting) + Sepulcher 2 - Exceptional Quality 3) (10 Again) 2, 5, 2, 8, 10, 6, 8, 3 3 successes


Brushes traced patterns with ease.Shapes and shadows took form. Hours flew past but she barely noticed.Some rush to create something first the first time since she had gotten here had taken hold and before morning came she had finished.It was an excellent rendition of the crumbling Nosferatu baths. The shadows on the walls were emphasised and twisted, looking like something was there. Stalking the viewer, just out of sight. Ready to reach out and take you away somewhere to be never seen again.

Cynthia smiled as she studied her work.It was no masterpiece that would change hearts and minds, but it was exceptional work from someone who had not committed paint to canvas for so many months. Her first work since coming to this city. That accomplishment alone helped chase away how empty the underground was outside this Sepulcher.