|pacing (two hours later)
||[Aug. 31st, 2008|07:33 pm]
|||||awaiting the coming of a battl||]|
Sasha paced back and forth waiting for the Primogen to return with information gathered from their preparations for attack. She had been able to add four more Brujah for her contribution, all dults, but they would provide much needed strength.
Oh Blight, if only you were here to see me through this tonight.
Everette entered the room and began speaking without waiting for acknowledgment.
"It seems I have much information, though I question whether it will be of much use for the upcoming battle. This skin was enchanted by a cowardly Assamite dog, to obvious ends. As to the motive, who can say exactly? It may be he simply seeks vengeance against the Tremere, or even the Camarilla entirely for the curse that was laid upon his well-deserving kind. Perhaps he has reverted to the old ways of policing the kindred, and feels the New York Camarilla has committed some great wrong. Whatever his motivations, he must be made an example. The remaining Assamites must see what becomes of those who declare war upon the Camarilla."
"I don't know the history of the Assamites as well as you. Do you think that the Assamite acted alone or that this is an Assamite clan move? Was there any indication in the spell?"
Basically, are we expecting a lot of kindred or a lone idiot who is ordering a bunch of lowly dogs around?
He gripped her shoulders slightly.
"All will come in time."
Sasha's shoulders jump a bit at Janus' touch. The old man is damn lucky I knew he was there or we'd have one injured Prince about now.
Sasha felt a snarl rising in her with her annoyance at the slowness of the others. Then, knowing she must keep cool for now, she took a long breath in and out.
Mumbling under her breath, "Where are the Toreador? I need Izaak's report before we can rally the troops and get this fight moving."
Izaak brushed into the room. He was covered head to foot in dust, a most shocking state to find him in - but it was a result of lying prone on the floor, and indeed was the reason he was wearing these clothes in the first place. Since their mission had taken so long to complete, he had no time to change his clothes before rejoining them. As he had stalked in through the building, everyone had parted out of his way, eyeing him and wondering what portent his news would bring.
"My apologies," he said cursorily. "The mission took longer than expected.
"There are two magical doors barring the way into the Garou hideout," he started immediately, launching right into his report, "one leading in from the office building above, one leading to the sewers. I used an astral projection to ascertain what lay behind those doors, and I was able to sense a considerable force hiding behind. I sensed about 30 Garou, and also 20 kindred. At least two of those kindred are very powerful, powerful enough to make me uncomfortable. The only other thing I was able to sense was a third door leading deeper into their compound, beyond which I could sense nothing."
Izaak did not even pause long enough to take a seat. Instead he just stood their, in disarray, and pleaded. "Surely you do not think it is wise to proceed with your plan. Without reinforcements, the plan is suicide."
"We will do what has been decided. The Garou are of no consequence once the binding spell is done. Besides, we have 12 of my kin, 12 of blue blood plus their retainers, and a handful of each of the other clans." Sasha put her hand on Izaak's beautiful though dust covered shoulder. "Don't worry, sweet Izaak, we will come out on top from this. They cannot take our world from us."