Shavings of wood and lead fell to the floor as the pencil was sharpened to a fine point. It had been a long time since she had done this. Last time she could recall was in a van somewhere in the midwest on a piece of scrap she managed to find in the back. Hard to get straight lines done on the seemingly abandoned roads they went down. She shook her head as that piece of nostalgia invaded her mind and was driven off. Other memories had taken precedence and were needed now. She tossed the sharpener on the table and took a seat.

The lighting of the sepulchre was improved a little. An old lamp giving her a clear view of the paper before her and there was a stack of spare papers and an eraser if she screwed up. Her minds eye focused on the first face she saw clearly that night. The man with the sword. Pictured clearly she began her work for the night.

  1 success
Date Action Roll Result
2018-02-27 22:35:07 Cynthia Weiss rolls 8 to Sketching Hunter one (Int+Craft+Sepulchre-1 (10 Again) 7, 7, 2, 10, 4, 5, 3, 5, 6 1 success
  2 successes
Date Action Roll Result
2018-02-27 22:36:28 Cynthia Weiss rolls 8 to Sketching Hunter one (Int+Craft+Sepulchre-1 (10 Again) 4, 1, 4, 2, 5, 7, 10, 5, 10, 3 2 successes



The outline took longer than she had originally estimated. A poor foundation for what she was doing would make this one look completely different. The perfectionist within wanted it to match clearly what she had remembered. The details came in a lot swifter when the adjustments were made thankfully. Soon she had the face of the man that brought the blade down before her. The goth set it aside and began on the second one. This one of the father those daughter was killed right in front of him. She clearly remembered his face as he bent over the girl in her last moments. And she started once more.

  3 successes
Date Action Roll Result
2018-02-27 22:38:11 Cynthia Weiss rolls 8 to Sketching Hunter Two (Int+Craft+Sepulchre-1) (10 Again) 8, 4, 10, 1, 7, 5, 6, 7, 8 3 successes


This one was done faster. Cynthia had gotten comfortable with the pencil and soon the lines were put down in the shape of the second hunters face. His countenance showing a hint of the sorrow she had seen. She smiled to herself. "Alessandra is gonna like this." That line made her stop for a second. Why was she so eager to please the new prince? When it came to those that claimed membership of the upper echelons of kindred society, she wanted nothing to do with them. If something as bad as hunters and the brood was happening in a domain she would have no qualms about just leaving and finding setting up shop elsewhere. The goth was frozen in her seat as she tried to comprehend what she was doing exactly.

...Nothing. It's probably nothing. This place is just a lot better than the others is all. She tried to justify to herself. Envelopes were found and her works were sealed within. All that was needed now was to hand them over.