The Resurrectionists Urn Garden

**Quinn Durant** · Oct 4th, 2021 08:59 AM

Quinn could see what Connor and Co could not. In the darkness was more soldiers, and he looked ready to use them on Maeve. Quinn removed her cloak and simply appeared next to Maeve. Her hand extending to her cousin. Her blood. She would help Maeve to her feet and step directly in between her and the invisible haunts. Her gaze was all for the Haunt who appeared to be in charge of the group. Quinn gave a meaningful look to the soldiers standing by and then the lead Haunt. Letting him know she could see them. She understood the stakes here.

"I see your offense, and I will answer it. As Priscus of the Mehket, I will offer a minor boon, to you for my cousin's poor manners and the others bringing attention to your haven. That gunshot, will be investigated. We need to disperse now. The Masquerade must be maintained."
Quinn offered facts. Fuck flowery words. Haunts rarely had use for that shit. Words were just words. A boon was something tangible to grasp, promised by a Priscus of the court.

"Mr. O'Brien, Mr. Northbridge, Ms. O'Ryan, proceed immediately back into the main part of the Cemetery. Now. Please use some stealth in case the patrol is already almost upon us. Seneschal Jack is waiting for me to escort this group to the rendezvous point immediately. Let's not keep him waiting shall we?"

Quinn kept it succinct. There was not time for dicking around anymore. This detour was costing them already. How much, remained to be seen.

Wanting to make a roll Manipulation + Persuation +2 for Bribe and adding her Domain status to the roll? Holding roll until I have Seryna's ruling on the dice.

**Quinn Durant** · Oct 4th, 2021 01:05 PM

Book keeping

**Maeve** · Oct 4th, 2021 08:56 PM

Maeve takes Quinn's hand and stands up, a little shakier than she thought she would be. Maybe it's just the adrenaline keeping her from feeling the full extent of her wounds, but she just feels wrong. "Thanks," She just barely whispers and she cringes a little as she can taste her own blood. Trying to talk even hurts, but she knows it will pass given a little bit of time. Super healing is nice, except when you really want it to work faster, it always feels slower.

Feeling Quinn defend her like this is different. For a moment, it feels like the old days. She feels dizzy, but she feels safe at the same time. Well, safe-ish. Quinn is right though, they do need to disperse. Fuck, I'm such an idiot. She stands ready to move as best she can when they get the chance.

**Connor OBrien** · Oct 5th, 2021 01:17 PM

The Haunt listens as Milton speaks to the now pacified haunts. Then to Quinn. He looks to the man who is appearing to be the leader of the Arkwright Nosferatu. "If you will allow me, I will return soon to speak with you and the other Arkwright Haunts, you are still members of the Domain of Sacramento, and are afforded the same rights. I will return to talk once our business is done."

He then moves to head toward the rendezvous point that is Laurel Hill.

**Seryna** · Oct 5th, 2021 03:20 PM

"Get outta here! It's ours! We don't want you!”
"Stay offa this ground, you understand? Get off it, stay off it.”
The two Nosferatu who are standing beside their leader advocate this immediately. Even as Milton finishes his words.
“Whip O'Brien would be happy to overlook this!” The tall blonde in a torn, ash grey hoodie sweatshirt crows.
As Quinn finishes speaking, the shorter one with jet black hair and grungy faded black T - shirt grunts incredulously and turns to the leader, gesturing to Quinn and Maeve.
“You hearin’ them, Jackson? They come in here and put a hole in my hand, and the snake tongue one says they’ll overlook breaking into our house! She tells us what they’re gonna do on our land! Barkin’ orders like we aren’t here!”

“Peace, Shane.” The man called Jackson, the leader, replies calmly. His eyes move to Connor, to Milton, to Maeve standing up and rest on Quinn. Shane is disgruntled, turning to face you. The gunshot wound is evident in his wounded left hand, which he shows to the other Nosferatu standing beside him. Both glare at Maeve and Quinn, specifically. Jackson looks at Quinn. His eyes slightly turn in the direction of the other two, the unseen two, but he doesn’t move his head to reveal their direction to the others. He simply lifts an eyebrow at Quinn. So, there were someone waiting in the wings for this conflict to resolve.
“And?” He says to Quinn. “This is our home. Where we can make ourselves comfortable.”
He responds to her silent look.

“What’s that the pretty one’s got? Our Whip,” The third asks, his eyes on Connor’s sword. “-looks like they came looking for a fight. He just said he’d make us meet the sun.”
Jackson just looks at the one who speaks, so far unnamed. The two Kindred fall silent, their glares now focused on you. Maeve and Quinn become aware of the closest Haunt, who is focused on Maeve. He's down on all fours, his head going back and forth like a gorilla's. His teeth are like needles, his hiss low like the sound of an annoyed serpent. You can smell the sweet trace of stale blood on the air he forces out of his lungs. He and the other Nosferatu on all fours– this one behind your group- do not move closer. They hold about six feet from your group.
Now you have had time to get a sense of these Nosferatu. The two on the ground on all fours seem a pair - a general aura of distinctly carnivore scent, like cloying decay, rises from them. The one called Shane looks to have a completely disfigured jaw, exposing his jawbone and needle like teeth. His tongue, forked, flicks through the teeth like a snake.
The yet to be named Nosferatu has a face that is hard to keep your composure to look at. It looks like it’s been hit with a shovel. Over and over again. Snaggle teeth. Cleft lip. Eyes too big for his head. Nose crushed against his skull.
The man Jackson himself, he seems to have an aura of dread about him.

“I haven’t said I would defend you.” Jackson says to Milton. “You see how this looks.” Jackson is calm. Patient. He leans back off the headstone with his hands on it, giving the look of a biker on a hog.
“We don’t come into your house, put holes in your people. That one there, whom I can’t vouch for, just said he’d make us meet the sun. You declare what you’re going to do here, Priscus of the Mekhet. You say you’re going to the main part of our cemetery. Us? We want you out of our cemetery.
Offering a boon when you’re just gonna take what you want and never come down here again doesn’t do shit for me.
We don’t like that you are going off in the cemetery, prodding on our home. The cows here, thems ours, too.
I got someone who can hold off the security for a min. While you explain yourself.
Seneschal, that make eight of you walking on whats ours. And we already played with some cows all painted up on their neck. Thems got shovels, picks. You with ‘em? You here to take something?”

As the leader waits for a response, another voice cuts through the inky black.

Quote:

She kept their connection going while he chattered on the radio, and when he handed it back she had her orders. She clipped the radio back to her belt to make sure she had it with her if Jack needed her once Jack got to Vincenzo.

" We have heard from others that there's someone else here.”
The words sound from Quinn’s belt.
“Maxwell, who drove Mr. Wells this evening, is currently watching some sort of disaster unfolding. The kind who live here seem without culture.
There's a cluster of homeless living in the area besides the Urn Garden. Campfires going.”
There are Holden and someone in millionaires row of the cemetery."

failure

4 successes

5 successes

**Quinn Durant** · Oct 6th, 2021 12:03 PM

"You have openly admitted that you only claim a small portion of this cemetery as your haven. Can't have it both ways. That we encroached on the entrance, not inside your haven. We violate nothing by being here, no matter how you try to trump it up." She stated simply shaking her head.

Roll to Persuade 1 Suxx

"You tell me my word and offer of a boon means 'nothing?' That's rich coming from a squatter who flouts Prince Antinori's law of attending mandatory court, yet crowing about what's yours? I guess someone's word would mean little when yours is suspect itself." Quinn gave as good as she got.

"We are under orders from our Seneschal, and that's who's word matters here for all of us. Now stand aside.." Whatever she was about to say was interrupted by the chirp on the radio.

Quinn made a motion. "And if your thinking of enforcing your will through arms, we have mortals all around us, and the Masquerade is everything. Or do you not follow the Traditions either?"

**Milton** · Oct 6th, 2021 09:31 PM

Ugh, Quinn... As much as Milton respects the Priscus of shadows, she seemingly lacks even a modicum of tact. It's all bluster, thinly veiled threats, insults.

She's going to get us killed... But this is the tack she's taken. What can Milton do except play along?

And then Jackson, their nominal leader, addresses him and Milton feels a surge of annoyance. He locks eyes with the Haunt and can't help himself. He again reaches out with his Blood and his Will.

"Listen to Priscus Durant and let us continue on our way. She makes perfect sense. You have everything to gain by allowing us to complete our business here tonight. The alternative will be scrutiny from Prince Antinori and her Court. That will only disturb your...situation further. Now, tell your fellows to stand down and leave us be."

Dominate 2, 4 successes

He may be ash here, tonight. But Milton will not be disobeyed by this scum.

**Maeve** · Oct 8th, 2021 07:04 AM

Maeve almost feels angry. They're mad she put a hole in them? They are mad that she put a hole in them after they were in the midst of attacking her. What was she supposed to do? Just let it happen? Possibly die? No. She's got shit to live for now. Or unlive for. Whatever.

The shadow actually feels kind of comforted by having Quinn there. She is her priscus And it's her job to make sure she gets out alive or at least mostly. She won't abandon her. This is what familial support looks like. Maybe she has been too harsh.

"Look, I'm sorry I fired. I was being attacked and anyone in the midst of being attacked would defend themselves." Her voice is hoarse as she stands there, dried blood likely stronger than that of the other haunt. After all, they did far worse damage than she did.

"And, I mean, fuck, dude, listen to them. Hasn't there been enough damage back to repay it? Let us finish this so we can get on our way. Then you can go about your business." There, she did her addition to the argument. Now can they go? She feels like complete and utter shit. She knows she'll heal in time, but that's time.

**Connor OBrien** · Oct 8th, 2021 02:02 PM

The haunt stops in his tracks as the Arkwright Haunts speak. He turns on his heel and marches his way back, undoing the buttons on his suitcoat along the way. When he arrives next to his team, he holds the coat out to Maeve, and if she doesn't take he, he just drops it on the ground. "You seem to be mistaken about who exactly you are fucking with. You can disrespect the three of us who are not among the Priscii, I could care less about that. However, the minute a Priscus addresses you, you WILL show respect." He begins rolling up his sleeves, revealing that tattoos on his forearms. "I am certain that none of you truly understand the duties of a clan Whip. So please, allow me to explain them to you."

He steps forward once more, passed Quinn, Maeve, and Milton. "Duty number one, ensure all of the clan remain informed on the state of the Domain. Duty number two, ensure all clan members attend mandatory court." His last sentence comes out nearly as a snarl. "Duty number Three, keep clanmates in line through whatever means necessary. You are not standing in line, well, one of you is, somewhat. So tell me.." He opens his arms wide, holding them up and out in a 'come get me' posture. "Who among you believes themselves to be the strongest? Who is willing to challenge the authority of the Whip of Haunts? Hmm? Is it you, Shane?" He looks at Shane directly, a bestial rage overtaking his eyes. He smiles wide, his fangs on full display. "SO COME ON THEN! What do you say, Shaney Boy? Me and you, one on one, WINNER TAKES ALL! Unless you're too chicken shit to do anything. COME ON NOW! FIGHT ME! LET ME SHOW YOU WHAT IT MEANS TO BE A HAUNT!"

**Seryna** · Oct 8th, 2021 07:59 PM

“Without culture. What that mean, Jackson? He sayin’ we stupid?” The unnamed man demands.
“Brothers, he is clearly talking sense. We should listen to them.” Shane proposed to Jackson and the others. Jackson gave Shane an incredulous look. “Shane, get Theodore and Tobias into the Haven before they fuck up.”
"Priscus Durant is clearly right, Jackson."

Jackson looked to the unnamed Haunt.
“Don’t worry about that right now. Keep your head straight.”

Jackson looked with irritation at Shane. Jackson directed his attention to Quinn. In a look, the raw, primal Kindred on all fours appear to be Theodore and Tobias as Jackson indicates them to Shane in a look.
“You don’t tell us where our Haven is.” Jackson says to Quinn. “Your lot here are trespassers into our Haven and threaten us with meeting the sun! You should remember, you are not in your pretty town right now.
Guy who did me, he never took me to Court. He likely what you call, poacher? Yet me, I make sure we don’t make waves. These guys were made by my Sire and his bud, got the same deal. I taught ‘em what I could. We’re not as good as you lot, but we have some pride in keeping our home, Priscus.
I make sure they don’t do nobody else.
I’ll bring all these guys up to Court tomorrow, if you need to see your rules set. Yet tonight, I want you out of this stretch of Graveyard. You don’t go into the Mausoleums here, or feed from our cows. You can go look over in Sherah and Laurel Hill.
You move out of Urn Garden. We’ll let those folks out of Millionaires Row finish up and get out.”
You agree, I make sure none of these guys touch any of you again.” Jackson has set the grounds for a negotiation. He is looking at Quinn with respect, and occasionally includes Milton in this look. His face becomes dark as Connor threatens.

The unnamed one blusters and scoops up an iron spike from where he had dropped it, advancing on Connor. His eyes flash angrily.
“No.” Jackson intercedes, stepping between Connor and the Arkwright Haunt.
“I’m trying to do something here, Curtis. Help Shane get our hungry brothers inside for dinner.”

Jackson’s posture looks annoyed with Connor, yet Jackson keeps his eyes on Curtis. Jackson remains positioned between Curtis and the Kindred from Sacramento proper.
Yet Curtis is not swayed by his Leader. He checks Jackson, knocking him back. He moves on Connor, an iron spike in his hand. Even as Curtis answered Connor's challenge, something else happens. Not everyone is aware of the unseen power of the Blood.
There are more subtle ways to frighten and some of the most isolated Kindred have time to hone that craft. Dreaded gloom, disquiet and uncertainty can creep into one, making them frightened and paranoid. Unknown to the Kindred of Sacramento, one or more of the Nosferatu are unveiling the powers of their Blood.

Connor

Milton and Connor, give me a Resolve + Composure + Blood Potency
Connor has lost the contested roll. He is under these effects. Those who lose the contested roll suffer a -2 penalty on all actions out of an inexplicable rising panic. Nor can they spend Willpower to gain three extra dice on any rolls, or +2 to any Resistance traits. (Willpower can be spent to activate capabilities or powers that require it, however.)

Rolls

resisting Quinn

failure

2 successes

3 successes

resistance to Milton Dominate and Intimidation

1 success

4 successes

3 successes

1 success

Date	Action	Roll	Result
2021-10-05 14:36:28	Storyteller rolls 8 to Nosferatu persuasion to fellow Nosferatu (10 Again)	6, 1, 6, 2, 6, 4, 1, 6	failure

Date	Action	Roll	Result
2021-10-04 20:25:10	Storyteller rolls 14 to Nosferatu Leader (10 Again)	3, 10, 6, 7, 4, 9, 2, 2, 8, 7, 6, 1, 10, 1, 3, 7	4 successes

Date	Action	Roll	Result
2021-10-04 20:26:25	Storyteller rolls 13 to Nosferatu Beta resistance	5, 8, 8, 3, 10, 3, 6, 4, 4, 4, 10, 4, 8	5 successes

Date	Action	Roll	Result
2021-10-06 11:46:11	Quinn Durant rolls 6 to Manipulation + Persuasion + Domain Status (10 Again)	7, 5, 8, 6, 1, 1	1 success

Date	Action	Roll	Result
2021-10-06 21:25:05	Milton rolls 9 to Intelligence + Expression + Dominate (10 Again)	3, 9, 7, 3, 1, 8, 5, 1, 10, 8	4 successes

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