Beat Still, My Great American Heart (V5 Quest)

[Rogue Attican]

You meet Gengis's glare with a look of your own. You are seated close enough to the stage that as long as you raise your voice a bit, Gengis can hear your words. "Don't look at me like that. I just talked you down from a near-certain Final Death and reduced your sentence to public humiliation in Elysium. I'm the best lawyer ever."

If Gengis didn't have a ball gag in his mouth, he probably would have started cussing up a storm at you. Since he does, all he can do is chew on his pacifier in impotent rage, desperately trying not to fly into a frenzy and get into even more trouble.

The Kindred court of Chicago eventually tires of laughing at the Anarch's misfortune. As the last of the Camarilla Kindred file out of the theater, Sheriff Damien hauls away Gengis with the help of his Hounds. You decide to approach Gengis to ensure he'll pay you for services rendered. It doesn't take long to find Gengis backstage atop a stool, surrounded by the Sheriff and Hounds. Alexa lifts their chin in acknowledgment at your approach, a look of respect on their face. Wauneka flashes you a brief but toothy grin from beneath his ragged hood, and even the corner of Damien's lip is tugging upward.

Without saying a word, the Sheriff jerks a thumb over his shoulder at Gengis, and you nod as you step past him to see your "client." Gengis looks up as he hears you approach, and you see that his ball gag is gone. "Good evening, Gengis. Is there anything you'd like to say to me?"

Gengis seems ready to refuse until he remembers that behind you are the Sheriff and Hounds. If the three of them were to testify that he not only breaks the Traditions but also refuses to honor his debts, there would be precious little he could do to salvage his image.

"Yes. Thank you, Delacruz. I owe you now. Big time." Every syllable through Gengis's gritted teeth sounds like it physically pains him to speak it. You nod. At this point, there's no need to twist the knife further. Hopefully, the fallout of this incident will teach Gengis not to defy the Traditions in the future - or at least not so indiscreetly. There is no doubt that Gengis will stir up trouble in the future, but with any luck, that won't be for at least a little while.

You have earned two XP for:

• Helping Gengis escape a fatal punishment for breaking the Traditions.
• Repaying the small favor you owe Gengis.

Spoiler: Character Sheet Update

Available Experience: 6 8

Rupert "Gengis" Levine
Worst lawyer EVER.
Some small part of Gengis knows that if it weren't for you speaking to the Primogen on his behalf, he would probably be a pile of ash right now. However, the majority of Gengis seethes at how you handled arguing lenience for breaking the Traditions.

-​

A few nights after Elysium, you figure that by this point, Gengis will have cooled off enough to be able to repay the favor he now owes you. What did you ask of him?

[] Gengis begrudgingly taught me one of the powers of Clan Brujah.
-[] The Celerity Discipline allows Kindred to dodge bullets and perform minor actions without penalty.
-[] The Presence Discipline can fill onlookers with a sense of awe and wonder.
-[] The Presence Discipline can also bestow the user with an aura of supernatural menace.

[] Gengis introduced me to his contacts in the criminal underworld.

[] Gengis has been around long enough to hone some skills. I ended up learning a thing or two from him.
-[] I improved an existing skill.
--[] Playing basketball with Gengis improved my Athletics.
--[] Gengis may talk a lot, but I observed some Leadership material worth learning.
--[] I studied Politics from an Anarch perspective to better understand Kindred society.
-[] I learned TWO new skills.
--[] Gengis showed me how to Drive.
--[] Gengis taught me some less-than-legal Larceny tricks.
--[] I observed how Gengis uses Intimidation tactics to get his way.
--[] I became more Streetwise by learning about the criminal underworld from Gengis

[] Nothing. I chose to forgive the debt. In turn, Gengis forgave me. We even ended up becoming friends of a sort.
Gain Rupert "Gengis" Levine as a two-dot Mawla.

[] Nothing, as I decided to hold onto the boon for later. You never know when you might need an Anarch in your pocket.
Gain a Major Boon from Rupert "Gengis" Levine (Boon 2).

 

[Rogue Attican]

Spoiler: Winning Vote

[] Nothing. I chose to forgive the debt. In turn, Gengis forgave me. We even ended up becoming friends of a sort.

The Mohawk on North Avenue hasn't changed much since you first visited. Within the grimy, graffitied, poster-covered walls of the Mohawk, the jukebox blasts nostalgic rock for the aging punk clientele. However, unlike last time, you're dressed to blend in: a dark beanie hat, a pair of ripped blue jeans, and a white wife beater decorated with a black logo. You even put on your old Army-issue combat boots from Afghanistan.

The lighting is dim enough for you to bend the shadows with Oblivion, and the effect makes up for your general lack of menace. Combined with the supernaturally repulsive aura of your clan, any Mohawk regulars who might pick a fight with a poser dare not say a word against you.

You find Gengis on the second floor, smoking a cigarette as he observes the patrons down below. He scowls as he catches sight of you. "Well, well, if it isn't the ace attorney himself. I suppose you're here to collect the debt I owe you?"

"No, actually," you respond as you position yourself beside him against the railing. "I came here to apologize for what happened in Elysium. While it's true that I managed to convince the Primogen not to destroy you, I don't think I fulfilled the spirit of our agreement."

Gengis snorts as he takes another drag of his cancer stick. "You got that right. Still, I accept your apology. Does your guilty conscience feel better now?"

You take Gengis's sarcastic tone in stride. "I've also spoken with Bret Stryker and the other Harpies and told them that you've repaid the boon you owe me. We're even now."

Gengis scrutinizes you with disbelief for a long moment, as if trying to catch a whiff of bullshit around you. Finally, he seems to believe you. "Well, fuck me. You're fucking serious about us being even, aren't you?"

You nod. "I am."

The two of you stand there for a while. The Mohawk has grown quiet as the jukebox falls silent. Below, you can see a live band setting their instruments up on stage. Gengis notices where your attention has gone and speaks up. "Why don't you stick around for a while? The band onstage plays a mean set."

You shrug as you lean against the railing. "Sure, why not?"

You and Gengis speak more amicably as the night continues. In between songs, Gengis shows you pictures of the work done by his tattoo artist friends among the kine. In turn, you debate with him the potential of the hottest NBA prospects.

By the time the Mohawk closes, you and Gengis are walking side by side down the street. As the two of you reach the parking lot where your cars are, Gengis extends a hand toward you. "Gotta say - you're not so bad, Two-Face."

You can't help but chuckle. While you lucked out compared to other members of Clan Nosferatu in the looks department, many licks still find plenty of opportunities to call you "Sewer Rat" when they think you're out of earshot. It's a refreshing change to have an insulting nickname that acknowledges you as an individual rather than just another Nosferatu. "You too, Gengis. See you around?"

Gengis nods as the two of you shake hands. After tonight, the two of you make a point to greet each other in Elysium, and you even manage to get Annabelle to throw out the pink sippy cup she reserved for Gengis. Unlife in Chicago can be trying at times, but at least you have another Kindred who you might describe as a friend.

Spoiler: Character Sheet Update

Rupert "Gengis" Levine (Mawla 2)
Two-Face is alright once you get to know them.
In recognition of what you've done for him, Gengis has decided to embrace what he calls his "bipartisan sensibilities." His close ties to the aging punk scene in Chicago and the Latin Kings gang, not to mention his status among the Chicago Anarchs, could be helpful should your opinion of Prince Jackson's regime begin to sour.

-​

Unlife in Chicago rarely stays quiet for long, and two matters of some importance come to your attention.

The first issue is that a new vampire is harassing the homeless in Riverdale, including some of Clan Nosferatu's informants. Calhoun and Wauneka are concerned about the possible threat an outsider poses to the fragile peace between the Kindred of Chicago and thus want eyes on the situation in Riverdale. You can't help but be concerned too. Too many veterans wind up homeless after leaving military service, and the thought of good people falling prey to some callous lick sits ill with you.

On the other hand, Rosa Hernandez has publicly offered any Kindred who assists her in studying the hunting tactics of the Chicago werewolves a boon. The inherent risk associated with attempting to examine the Lupines up close is not inconsiderable. However, having a Primogen in your debt is no small matter. Perhaps it would even be worth getting mauled by an angry Lupine or six.

There are threats to be dealt with and opportunities to seize. How will you choose to spend the coming nights?

[] I chose to investigate the disappearance of my clan's informants among the homeless population of Riverdale.
[] I chose to assist the Gangrel Primogen in her study of Lupine hunting tactics.

 

[Rogue Attican]

The Nosferatu warren is accessible through a nondescript alley several blocks away from your haven in River North. As you descend the ladder to the Chicago sewer system, you look up at the grimy ceiling and spot one of the tiny hidden cameras your clanmates use to track visitors, welcome or otherwise. You pause briefly to wave at the camera before continuing your descent into the sewers.

You'll admit that you aren't as familiar with the Chicago sewer system as some of your clanmates, given that you can still go out in public without breaching the Masquerade. However, you can still navigate the underground labyrinth beneath the city well enough to avoid getting lost. Once you get used to the stench of human waste, the extra concealment becomes a more apparent advantage of slogging through the sewers. Before long, you find yourself outside the former utility room where Calhoun has set up his office. You knock on the thick wooden door and wait until you hear a familiar voice from inside. "Enter."

Calhoun's office starkly contrasts the sewer system just outside the door. If you didn't know any better, you never would have guessed it was right next to literal rivers of shit. Wood paneling covers the surrounding stone walls, illuminated by tastefully recessed modern light fixtures. Calhoun and Wauneka stand around a stately wooden desk in the center of the room. Atop the table's polished surface is a map of Chicago covered with scribbled notes.

"Ah, Arturo. I'm pleased to have you here." Calhoun shakes your hand while Wauneka nods his head, acknowledging your presence. He seems content to let his sire dispense the pleasantries. "It's been far too long since we last met, though I wish the circumstances that brought us here were more pleasant."

"Me too, sir." You give the map on the table another glance as you draw closer. "So what's this I hear about a new Kindred in town?"

Wauneka pushes off against the wall he was leaning against to stride over to your side. He places a fingertip on the portion of the map depicting the Riverdale neighborhood. "Over the last few weeks, our informants in Riverdale reported the emergence of a low-level crime boss encroaching on the more established gang territories. His people call him Sir Olaf, the One-Eyed King."

"With a title as grandiose as that, I'm guessing this 'Olaf' is an elder?"

Both of the older Nosferatu nod, and Calhoun is next to speak. "That is what we suspect as well. Kindred prose has a habit of growing more florid with age and distance from humanity."

You hum in thought. What an older vampire might lack in raw power, he'll make up for in cunning and experience developed over centuries of unlife. "Do we know what clan Olaf is?"

"The only thing we know is that he ain't one of us," Wauneka answers. "Our people say he's one ugly motherfucker, but he doesn't have the same kind of repulsiveness we do."

You nod. "Alright then. How can I help?"

Calhoun picks up a dossier on the desk next to the map and hands it to you. As you flip it open and start reading about the fat man in the photograph, your Primogen fills you in on the details. "A Mr. Terry Jenkins runs a small prostitution ring out of a seedy motel in Riverdale called the Top Rung. The local criminals know Mr. Jenkins as 'T-Bone.' We believe him to be part of Sir Olaf's criminal network."

"Your job is to gain T-Bone's trust and leverage that connection to find out what this Olaf is planning. You're one of the few Nosferatu who can still pass as human, so we need you to take point on this op," Wauneka says. "Be careful, though. T-Bone likes to kill those who cross him by beating them to death with spiked brass knuckles. That risk is why we chose you over the other candidates - you know how to handle yourself in a fight."

"Alright, but what about the risk of discovery? I'm something of a public figure now. While most people won't recognize me on sight, if T-Bone is smart enough to do some digging and report back to Olaf about my true identity, things could get messy quickly."

Calhoun nods as he reaches for another dossier. "That is true, but to mitigate that risk as much as possible, we've created a cover identity for you that should withstand scrutiny."

You open the new dossier to find pictures of you in your old Army uniform, taken before your Embrace. Also in the file are documents detailing your fake history. "Arturo Cross. Served four years in Afghanistan as an Army infantryman before dropping out of college and turning to a life of petty crime to make ends meet."

"We deliberately kept the background of 'Arturo Cross' as similar to yours as possible," Calhoun says. "The fewer details you need to keep straight, the lower the risk of giving yourself away by accident. Do you have any other questions?"

[] [Question] Write-in.

 

[Rogue Attican]

"I don't suppose we can just dispense with the cloak and dagger and settle things with Olaf over a vessel?"

Wauneka snorts, but Calhoun takes your question in stride. "If that were possible, I would have already made overtures. However, Sir Olaf appears to be paranoid, even by Kindred standards. Ringing the doorbell is rather difficult when you aren't sure which house on the street belongs to your new unfriendly neighbor."

"If you can get Olaf to come to the bargaining table, great," Wauneka says. "However, your main priority should be fact-finding. We need to know how many men Olaf has at his command, how they make their dirty money, what sort of backup they can call in, and other intel we can use when we start reaching for the knives under the table."

You nod before asking your next question. "Would it be possible to adjust my cover so that Olaf thinks he has leverage over me? Maybe I could pretend to be a defector from one of the rival gangs in Riverdale."

Wauneka shakes his head. "Too convoluted for too little gain. If Olaf or T-Bone presses you for intel about your old associates and you can't answer, that'll be suspicious. In this case, the best solution is the simplest: pretend you're a previously-unaffiliated thug who thinks siding with the One-Eyed King is the way to strike it rich. Simple self-interest ought to be enough reason for Olaf and his goons."

"I understand. So what's Plan B if T-Bone proves uncooperative? Should I extract him somewhere for interrogation?"

Wauneka points to another spot on the map. A note scribbled nearby indicates that it's a temporary haven available to Nosferatu on official clan business. "You'll have access to a basement apartment in Riverdale and some burner phones so we can keep in touch. I'll be your primary point of contact for this op. Anything you find, you report to me."

"Gotcha. Should this stay in-house? Or can I call in members of the other clans for backup?"

"You can bring in outside assistance if you deem it necessary," Calhoun says. "However, anything you promise will be your debt to fulfill, not the clan's."

"Understood. I have no further questions."

"Give me a few nights to get things set up," Wauneka says. "The Prince likes to keep his Sheriff and Hounds busy, you know? In any case, I'll meet you in the warren at the end of the week. You copy?"

"Copy," you reply. "In the meantime, I'll take the opportunity to prepare."

Wauneka gives you a toothy grin. "Yeah. You go do that, soldier."

You have earned two XP.

• You agreed to investigate the Kindred crime boss known as Olaf.
• You learned more about the details of your upcoming infiltration.

Spoiler: Character Sheet Update

Available Experience: 8 10

-​

Perhaps the most obvious choice would be to familiarize yourself with the Riverdale neighborhood and Chicago's seedy underbelly in general. Even after the Ventrue Princes stopped actively shafting it to screw over the Brujah, Riverdale remains impoverished and crime-ridden. Learning how to play the part of a thug could go a long way.

On the other hand, taking this opportunity to learn from your Kindred allies could also pay off. Calhoun and Wauneka can help you master the powers inherent in your Blood, while your new friend Gengis could teach you other Disciplines to expand the supernatural tools at your disposal.

So many options, so little time. How did you prepare?

Artie can take multiple options so long as the XP total remains below 10.

[] I scouted Riverdale by myself, taking note of where to score drugs and sex. (3 XP)
-[] Wauneka proved quite helpful once I promised him a minor boon. (-3 XP)
-[] I went even further and studied the Riverdale gangs: colors, rivalries, graffiti. (6 XP)
--[] Wauneka earned a big favor from me for his crash course on the city's seedy underbelly. (-6 XP)

[] Calhoun instructed me in further applications of the Obfuscate Discipline for a big favor. (9 XP)
-[] Surveillance cameras and other forms of electronic monitoring can no longer record me while Obfuscate is active.
-[] I can now look like any nondescript stranger you might expect to encounter.

[] I agreed to owe Calhoun big time if he tutored me in the Animalism Discipline. (9 XP)
-[] A giant bat with impressive sonar ability would make for an excellent eye in the sky.
-[] A military working dog, even a retired one, is an excellent protector.
-[] A rat familiar may be stereotypical, but there's a reason my clan uses them as spies and messengers.
Animalism 2 (Bond Famulus, Feral Whispers), Debt to Cedrick Calhoun (Debt 2)

[] I focused on furthering my mastery of the Potence Discipline.
-[] It took a while, but I eventually became able to use my Blood to enhance my strength for long periods. (10 XP)
-[] Wauneka agreed to give me some pointers if I promised to do him a small favor later. (7 XP)
-[] I agreed to owe Wauneka big time if he coached me on a more regular basis. (4 XP)

[] Wauneka and I bonded over war stories as we prepped for the upcoming op.
-[] It took time, but eventually, Wauneka opened up to me about his time in Vietnam. (9 XP)
-[] A small favor can go a long way in building a relationship. (6 XP)
-[] A big favor can go even farther. (3 XP)

[] Gengis taught me one of the supernatural arts of Clan Brujah.
-[] His other commitments limited the length and number of our tutoring sessions. (7 XP)
-[] I sweetened the deal by offering him a minor boon for more active mentorship. (4 XP)
-[] The promise of a big favor encouraged him to take teaching me seriously. (1 XP)

[] Write-in.

 

[Rogue Attican]

Spoiler: Winning Vote

[X] Plan: Streets, Spying, and Sierra

You and Wauneka approach the plug sitting on the bench slowly. The drug dealer's attire, a gray hoodie with baggy blue jeans, is stereotypical enough that you can't help but wonder if you and your clanmate are walking into a police sting. However, as far as you can tell, there aren't any cops lying in wait.

The dealer lifts his chin as he notices you and Wauneka. The night is quiet save for the shuffling sounds you and Wauneka make as the two of you sit on the other side of the bench. As far as anyone can see, you and your clanmate are just two homeless bums eager for their next fix. You allow the silence to last for a little longer before speaking up. "So how much for two 8-balls of coke?"

The dealer quotes a somewhat high price for this part of town, but it's still within the acceptable range. You quietly hand the dealer a roll of twenty-dollar bills, and after he finishes counting the money, the dealer gives you two small plastic baggies, each containing 3.5 grams of crack.

You and Wauneka nod to the plug as a silent gesture of thanks before getting up from the bench. Once you two are out of sight of the dealer, you hand the drugs over to Wauneka. His greedy eyes are visible from within his balaclava as he stuffs the cocaine into the folds of his tattered hoodie. "I know a couple of addicts on Lake Shore Drive whose blood will taste delicious once they have some coke in their veins. You ever had a vessel high on drugs before?"

"I'll pass. The last thing I want is to wear an adult diaper in front of the whole court."

Wauneka barks with laughter. "Well, after that last deal, I say you're ready to go undercover. If you want to take more lessons from me, you know where to find me."

Spoiler: Character Sheet Update

Streetwise 1/5 (You know the best places to score drugs and sex in Chicago.)

Subterfuge 2/5 (You can hustle naive marks, old and young, into giving you their things.)

Debt to Wauneka (Debt 1)
In exchange for showing you the seedy underbelly of the Windy City, you owe your clanmate Wauneka a minor boon.

-​

When you're not busy familiarizing yourself with the streets of Chicago and what goes on there at night, you're in Elysium and socializing with the Kindred in attendance. Given your recent experiences, you can't help but note the contrasts between the grimy alleys favored by Chicago's Kindred as hunting grounds and the glittering upper-class haunts that make up most of the artistic and cultural sites the Ivory Tower has designated neutral territory.

However, the Neo-Futurist Theater on North Ashland Avenue stands out among the sites designated as Elysia. Despite being "merely" a community theater, it's hailed as one of the local Toreador's crowning achievements. Having scored two surprisingly affordable tickets to The Infinite Wrench, Chicago's longest-running late-night theater show, you've elected to invite Sierra van Burrace to partake in some of the homegrown entertainment available in the city.

The black-box theater the Neo-Futurist Ensemble calls home is far from the most elaborate performance space: just a flat floor surrounded by dark walls. You and Sierra sit on uncushioned metal chairs with the rest of the audience as you all wait for the first of tonight's thirty plays to begin. The surrounding audience members are deeply engrossed in their conversations, leaving you and Sierra free to discuss Kindred-related matters without fear of being overheard.

"Do you recall the minor boon you promised me some nights ago?" Sierra asks. Tonight, her hair is pulled back into a simple ponytail, and her outfit consists of a dark sweater and matching jeans.

You nod, and Sierra continues. "Over the last few weeks, I've received credible reports that another Cainite of Clan Lasombra is active within the city. However, I've received no communications from my superiors regarding the arrival of more of my clan."

"So there's a rogue Magister in town?"

Sierra shakes her head slightly. "The intelligence I've received indicates that we may be dealing with a fledgling abandoned by their sire."

"I can't help but note the 'we' in that sentence. You want me to repay you by finding this Lasombra fledgling?"

"Precisely."

"I'm willing to help, but the search will have to wait until after I finish the assignment given to me by my Primogen."

"Ah, yes. I almost forgot that your sire also abandoned you shortly after your Embrace."

"That's right. My destiny was to become cannon fodder for the Sabbat. At least, I think that was the plan until the SI showed up. For all I know, the hunters turned my sire into a pile of ash before I could dig my way out of the shallow grave they dumped me in."

You then notice the hints of sadness in Sierra's expression. "Hey, there's no need to feel too bad for me. I turned out okay, especially since Calhoun and the other Nosferatu stepped up to teach me what my sire couldn't."

You decide to change the subject. "So what are things like between you and Talley? He seems like an interesting guy."

"Before he Embraced me, I served Talley as a ghoul. He was impressed by my conviction and negotiating skills, the latter of which the Sabbat sorely lacked and still does. I owe a great deal to him." Sierra pauses for a moment before continuing in a slightly more hesitant voice. "If it weren't for him, some street-fighting fool would have destroyed me for being 'False Sabbat.'"

"And now that you're part of the Camarilla, this is your big chance to outgrow your sire's protection. An opportunity to finally step out of his shadow, if you'll pardon the pun. Even as things stand now, I know I'd rather be on your side than not. If there's anyone who can make the most out of their clan's change in allegiance and become a power in their own right, it's you."

"Why, thank you, Arturo," Sierra says with a genuine smile. You can't help but smile back at her as the performers of the Neo-Futurist Ensemble make their way onstage. For the next hour, you and Sierra sit back and enjoy the barrage of plays, one coming right after the other.

As the two of you make your way out of the theater around midnight, you nudge Sierra's shoulder to point out particular people that were among the Neo-Futurists' audience tonight. "Many of the Roses come here to watch the plays. Would you like me to introduce you to them?"

The smile on Sierra's face is all the answer you need. Thus, the two of you spend the rest of the night getting to know the local Toreador. Many Roses are eager to make Sierra's acquaintance and gawk at your burn scars, but you take the latter in stride for Sierra's sake. When you and Sierra finally have to part ways, you exchange fond farewells, promising to meet again in the future.

Spoiler: Character Sheet Update

Sierra van Burrace (Mawla 2)
A Cainite deserving of respect.
The local Lasombra representative appreciates your continued support of her clan as the newest member of the Camarilla. Further strengthening your affiliation with her and the other Magisters could prove fruitful in the coming nights.

Available Experience: 10 1

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Terry "T-Bone" Jenkins is a heavyset man in his early thirties. A gold chain hangs from his sizable neck in front of the straining black Chicago Bears jersey concealing his torso. Despite the bagginess of his jeans, you can still see the bulges in his pockets: his trademark brass knuckles with spikes. He keeps a careful eye as you approach him in the parking lot of the Top Rung. You glance up at the motel's second floor to see scantily-clad women looking down on you as they lean against the balcony railing. However, the effect of their attire is more depressing than titillating, especially when considering the marks of hard living on their faces. None of T-Bone's girls seem particularly enthused by the thought of having you as a client, but you're not here for sex.

You turn your attention back to T-Bone. "You T-Bone?"

"I am. What's it to you, you ugly-ass motherfucker?"

You take the insult in stride. "The name's Arturo. People say you're the guy to talk to if you want to have a good time or have an audience with Sir Olaf."

At the mention of Olaf, T-Bone preens. He takes a moment to size you up more thoroughly. You've taken care to dress the part of a street tough eager to beat money of people like they were living pinatas. T-Bone seems satisfied by what he sees in you because then he goes, "Yeah, alright. I can get you a meeting with One-I-Kay, but first, you'll have to scratch my back."

You nod. "What's the job?"

"One of my girls ran out on me. I need you to bring her back to me."

"And if she says no?"

T-Bone's response is immediate. "Then whack her."

You can't help but frown. "Murder seems a little extreme for a hooker gone AWOL. God only knows how many girls in this part of town are desperate for cash. Why not just hire one of them to replace the missing girl?"

"It's not just about the money. It's about my rep. If word gets out that T-Bone can't keep his girls in line, I can kiss my street cred goodbye, and you can forget about meeting with the big boss."

Your eyes can't help but wander back to the brass knuckles in T-Bone's pockets. Has he used them on his employees in the past? You seethe at the idea, but your mission is to get to Olaf. If you want to see the boss, you'll need to get past T-Bone, one way or the other. Doing as he asks may be the only way to score an audience with the 'One-Eyed King.'

[] Agree to the job. You have a mission to complete.

[] Lie to T-Bone and say you'll do it. You'll figure out how to deal with things later.

[] Refuse outright. T-Bone can surely come up with something else for me to do.

[] The mission isn't worth taking orders from this asshole. I slug T-Bone with the full might of my Blood.
-[] I'll call upon my blood to enhance the strength of my blow.
-[] I'll spend a point of Willpower to reroll up to three dice.
Strength + Brawl (Difficulty: 3)

 

[Rogue Attican]

Spoiler: Winning Vote

[] Lie to T-Bone and say you'll do it. You'll figure something out.

While getting in contact with Olaf is vital for the safety of Clan Nosferatu's informants in Riverdale, you aren't willing to murder an innocent person for the sake of the mission. On the other hand, dragging someone back into a shitty situation they fled from is perhaps an even less palatable alternative. At least when you kill someone, that's the end of their misery.

Fortunately, your poker face is good enough to conceal the disgust at T-Bone's request, even as you start thinking up ways to avoid doing as he asks. "Alright. What's the girl's name? Can you show me a picture of what she looks like?"

"Yeah, Emma Louis," T-Bone says as he pulls out his phone. He shows you her social media page, filled with selfies of an attractive black woman in her mid-twenties. Almost every pic shows her posing with expensive things, but the handbags and dresses aren't what catches your eye. As T-Bone gleefully shows you the more recent photos, you notice a certain weariness in her expression, even as the makeup becomes more elaborate. "She bad, right?"

"She is," you say, taking note of her social media handles. "Thanks for the info. I think I'll be able to take care of things from here. You got a number I can reach you at?"

"Yeah," T-Bone says. Once you two have finished swapping the numbers for your burner phones, T-Bone jabs a sausage-like finger in your scarred face. "Once you've found Emma, bring her back here, alright? Or show me a photo as proof of her untimely demise."

The two of you part ways, and as you shut the front door of the beat-up Honda lent to you for the mission, you dial Wauneka's number. Fortunately, it doesn't take long for your packmate to pick up the phone. "Artie. You found something?"

"Yeah, I got in touch with T-Bone. He says he's willing to get me a meeting with Olaf if I bring back or kill one of his prostitutes that ran away from him. Can you help me find her? Her name's Emma Louis."

"Emma Louis… Yeah, we should be able to find her. I'll ask my people in Riverdale if they've seen her, and I'll get Gabriella to see if she can track her online. If we find anything, we'll let you know."

"Alright, thanks."

-​

It takes a couple of nights for Clan Nosferatu's information network to find Emma Louis. Unlike Malenkov, Ms. Louis doesn't leave an easily traceable trail of death and destruction in her wake. However, as soon as your clanmates find her, you're immediately alerted by the buzz of your shitty Motorola. You flip open your "work phone" to see a text from Gabriella, a member of your clan appointed by the Sheriff to be one of his Hounds for her technical expertise and hacking skills. From her, you receive an address to a motel on Chicago's North Side and an accompanying room number.

"Aurelio, there's been a change of plans. I need you to drive to this address."

Within the hour, your driver deposits you in the parking lot of the Owl Motel. It's much cleaner than the Top Rung motel where T-Bone makes his base of operations, with white walls and painted teal railings illuminated by lightbulbs hanging from the eaves. As you get out of Aurelio's car, you double-check your clothing. Smoothing the creases in your nice suit won't do much to mitigate the curse of Clan Nosferatu, but when it comes to making a first impression, every little bit counts.

You make your way up to the Owl Motel's second floor. It's early enough in the night that you're sure Ms. Louis is still awake. You firmly knock on the door to Ms. Louis's room before stepping back and assuming parade rest. When you think she's not here or is refusing to answer, the door opens, revealing Emma Louis, dressed in her pajamas. Her expression is guarded and suspicious as she stares at the burn scars on your face. "Who are you?"

You open your mouth, electing to:

[] Claim authority you don't have. "Detective Cross, CPD."
-[] I'll activate Blood Surge to add two dice to my pool.
-[] I'll spend a point of Willpower to reroll up to three regular dice.
Manipulation + Subterfuge - 2 (Difficulty: 5)

[] Appeal to her emotions. "My name is Arturo Delacruz, and I need your help."
-[] I'll activate Blood Surge to add two dice to my pool.
-[] I'll spend a point of Willpower to reroll up to three regular dice.
Manipulation + Persuasion - 2 (Difficulty: 4)

[] Help her understand that I'm the one in charge here by manipulating the shadows with Oblivion.
-[] I'll activate Blood Surge to add two dice to my pool.
-[] I'll spend a point of Willpower to reroll up to three regular dice.
Manipulation + Intimidation + 2 (Difficulty: 4)

[] Convince her not with your silver tongue but with your pockets full of green.
Automatic Win. Lose one dot of Resources until the end of the story arc.

[] I'll write in a different plan that might work.

 

[Rogue Attican]

Spoiler: Winning Vote

[X] Convince her not with your silver tongue but with your pockets full of green.

Instead of answering Emma's question, you respond with, "Who I am is less important than what I can offer you."

You withdraw a roll of hundred-dollar bills from the inside pocket of your suit jacket. Emma's eyes widen as you hold out the money. "This is just for not slamming the door in my face. I can give you even more if you're willing to help me."

Emma's gaze switches between your face and the money, revealing her suspicion of the situation. Who shows up at night, looking for you and offering cash? Finally, Ms. Louis takes the money from your hand and carefully watches your face. "What is it that you want, Mister?"

"My name is Arturo, and I know you used to work for T-Bone."

At the mention of her old pimp, the suspicion returns to Emma's face. However, before she can get a word in edgewise, you continue. "He promised me a meeting with his boss if I could get you to come back."

"Oh really? And why should I come crawling back to T-Bone for you?"

In response to Emma's mocking tone, you lift your jacket just enough to expose the butt of your Glock. "Because the alternative is me bringing you back to T-Bone in a body bag, and I don't want to kill you."

Emma slightly relaxes as you cover up the Glock, but only just. She lets out a shaky breath before finding her voice. "Okay, so what's the plan?"

"First, you deposit that money I just gave you in a new bank account. That way, you'll have funds T-Bone can't just take away from you. If you help me, I promise I'll give you enough cash to skip town and set yourself up elsewhere. All you have to do is to hold out long enough for T-Bone to forget about me and keep him from finding out about the money coming from me. Do you think you can do that?"

The ensuing silence is a long one. Finally, Emma sighs and looks up into your eyes imploringly. "Alright. We'll do things your way."

Spoiler: Character Sheet Update

Art Collection (Resources 3 2)

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A few nights later, you arrive at the parking lot of the Top Rung motel. However, you don't see T-Bone nor his girls. Instead, a large group of men surrounds you on three sides. Some lean against the second-story railing, smoking cigarettes. Others are with you in the parking lot as they lean against their cars. The vehicles here are a curious mix of beat-up lemons and brand-new sportscars - the kind only bought by people with poor financial sense who have recently come into a lot of money.

As you draw closer, the crowd in the parking lot parts. Not because of your ugly mug, but to make way for T-Bone and an incredibly scarred and filthy homeless man who walks doubled over with a lowly shambling gait. The latter's head is bald save for a few stray tufts of once-fine blonde hair, and adorning it is a yellow paper crown marked with the Burger King logo.

Though T-Bone stands closer to you, the seemingly out-of-place hobo flanking him is the one that has your attention. Once-alabaster skin and formerly sharp features are now lumpy and reddened. Black scars line his cheeks, surrounded by scorch and burn marks. His left eye is a terrifying, lidless gouge staring blackly into the night. In contrast, his right eye is a piercing blue, with the bitter and determined gaze of an impoverished patrician determined to reclaim his previous fortune or be destroyed in the process.

You turn your gaze away from the One-Eyed King and back to T-Bone. You've been a vampire long enough to recognize a test set forth by an elder. How you handle T-Bone as Olaf's proxy will set the tone for your interactions.

Still, you can't help but be conscious of the woman behind you. You could try to get T-Bone to treat Emma and her fellow prostitutes better. However, if you screw up the ask in front of this crowd, Emma and her fellow working girls will be the ones to pay for your mistake. Perhaps even worse is the damage you could do to Olaf's impression of you.

With those factors in mind, how will you handle T-Bone?

[] No need to make an already delicate situation more complicated. I hand over Emma, just as promised.
Automatic Win

[] Persuade T-Bone to treat his employees more respectfully, in a way that won't cause him to lose face with the rest of Olaf's gang.
-[] I'll activate Blood Surge to add two dice to my pool.
-[] I'll spend a point of Willpower to reroll up to three regular dice.
Manipulation + Persuasion (Difficulty: 5)

[] Subtly put the fear of God into T-Bone with Oblivion, promising retribution if he ever lays a hand on his employees without permission.
-[] I'll activate Blood Surge to add two dice to my pool.
-[] I'll spend a point of Willpower to reroll up to three regular dice.
Manipulation + Intimidation + 2 (Difficulty: 4)

[] In reality, the Emma behind me is a fellow Nosferatu I asked for a small favor. She'll deal with T-Bone while the real one skips town.
Automatic Win

 

[Rogue Attican]

Spoiler: Winning Vote

[] In reality, the Emma behind me is a fellow Nosferatu that I asked for a small favor. She'll deal with T-Bone while the real one skips town.

"Here's your girl, just as promised," you say as you gesture to the woman beside you. To all appearances, it's the beautiful Emma Louis. In reality, it's a hideous Nosferatu whose mastery of the Obfuscate Discipline is such that she can impersonate specific people.

It had taken some asking around the warren to find someone with the right qualifications. However, you eventually found a master of Obfuscate with the correct build and gender. Her name is Edith Beaubien, proprietress of the Painted Lady, an exclusive tattoo parlor and BDSM dungeon on Ogden Avenue. After an amicable conversation about tattoos and some of the designs you made for fellow soldiers, Edith agreed to spend a couple of nights posing as Emma before dealing with T-Bone in exchange for a small favor.

It took Edith some time to learn enough of Emma's appearance and mannerisms to be convincing, but once she felt comfortable, you called up T-Bone on your burner to let him know you found "Emma." With any luck, the actual Emma Louis is out of state by now.

You carefully watch Olaf's face for any sign that he recognizes Edith for what she truly is. Fortunately, Olaf doesn't seem to have access to the powers of the Auspex Discipline. He remains silent as his girthy subordinate speaks. "Come here, baby girl. I've been missing you."

T-Bone leers at "Emma" as she walks over to his side. You can't help but pity Edith as T-Bone puts his arm around her shoulders and leads her to one of the rooms on the ground floor. At least she'll get a free meal out of the ordeal.

You turn your attention back to Olaf, who finally deigns to speak. "Arturo, was it?"

You nod, and Olaf continues as he extends a bony finger toward you. He then flexes his extremity in a beckoning motion. "You have proven trustworthy, to some extent. Come. We shall discuss matters in private."

You have earned 3 XP.

1. You met Sir Olaf, the One-Eyed Kindred King of Riverdale.
2. You assisted Emma Louis in escaping a life of prostitution.
3. You fulfilled your mission of getting in touch with Olaf.

Spoiler: Character Sheet Update

Debt to Edith Beaubien (Debt 1)
In exchange for helping you make contact with Sir Olaf, you owe your clanmate Edith Beaubien a minor boon.

Available Experience: 1 4

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As far as amenities go, the motel known as the Top Rung is ironically bottom-tier. The only furniture in the room are two beds, a pair of nightstands and old-fashioned lamps, a vintage landline and an old CRT television atop a rickety wooden stand, and an armchair Olaf sits in as though it were a throne.

Olaf stares at you long and hard as you stand before him. More specifically, he stares at the burn scarring on the left side of your face. For your part, it's hard to remain stoic when this lick somehow smells worse than the burn pits back in Afghanistan. The cramped interior doesn't help in that regard. "Who sent you here, Sewer Rat? Khalid? The Prince?"

Olaf spits out that last word as though it were something foul. However, the name "Khalid" is what catches your attention. Khalid al-Rashid was Calhoun's predecessor as Primogen of Clan Nosferatu. Whoever Olaf was, he at least knew something of the political situation in Chicago during the last few decades. "Neither. Khalid's successor, Cedrick Calhoun, told me to approach you and ask that your people stop interfering with the homeless in Riverdale."

Olaf's scarred and mangled lips curl into a sneer. "The new Nosferatu Primogen must not take this matter seriously if he sends a mere fledgling to treat with me - one who does not even know the proper courtesies at that."

Proper courtesies? You walked past a toothless tweaker on the way to the Top Rung. Between her and this fallen elder who accessorizes with Burger King, you're pretty sure the meth head would be more welcome at Elysium. At least the addict might make for a flavorful meal.

Still, you think you can stroke Olaf's ego enough that he'll agree to lay off the Nosferatu's informants among the homeless population. However, it might serve you and your clan better if you demonstrate that you're a Kindred worthy of consideration, despite your relative youth. How will you make an impression on the One-Eyed King?

[] Now's as good a time as any to start bowing and scraping.
-[] I'll activate Blood Surge for an automatic win.
-[] I'll spend a point of Willpower to reroll up to three regular dice.
Manipulation + Persuasion (Difficulty: 4)

[] I stand firm to show that I'm not afraid of the "One-Eyed King," regardless of how he might try to Dominate me.
-[] I'll activate Blood Surge to add two dice to my pool.
-[] I'll spend a point of Willpower to reroll up to three regular dice.
Intelligence + Resolve + 1 (Difficulty: 5)

[] I try my best to recall Annabelle's etiquette lessons and strike a balance between showing proper respect and maintaining my dignity.
-[] I'll activate Blood Surge to add two dice to my pool.
-[] I'll spend a point of Willpower to reroll up to three regular dice.
Manipulation + Etiquette (Difficulty: 4)

[] Make clear to Sir Olaf that I'm not just some fledgling Sewer Rat.
-[] I'll activate Blood Surge to add two dice to my pool.
-[] I'll spend a point of Willpower to reroll up to three regular dice.
Manipulation + Status (Difficulty: 5)

[] I'm already indebted to many Kindred. What's one more small favor?
Automatic Win

 

[Rogue Attican]

Spoiler: Winning Vote

[] Now's as good a time as any to start bowing and scraping.
-[] I'll activate Blood Surge for an automatic win.

Part of you chafes at having to bow and scrape before this sorry-looking lick. Not even the Prince demands this kind of submission unless he feels someone fucked up big time. Things may be different in more established Camarilla courts such as those in Europe, but this is the United States of America - a land born in the fires of revolution.

However, one look into Olaf's sole remaining eye causes you to reconsider defiance. Defying an elder rarely ends well for a neonate like yourself, especially since Olaf's guards guard the door leading outside. Olaf's spindly fingers maintain a steady rhythm as their tips tap against the wooden armrest of his chair. In the end, you decide to capitulate. You take a knee before the One-Eyed King, even as the Beast stirs with discontent against this act of submission.

"My apologies, Your Majesty. While my clan knows many things, we like to exaggerate the breadth and depth of our knowledge to preserve our reputation. We were unaware of the kind of Kindred that had claimed praxis over Riverdale, but I see now that you are an elder worthy of our consideration."

Olaf hums, the sneer on his face softening at the admission of weakness. Seeing it as a good sign, you continue. "If you show mercy to the homeless here in Riverdale and spare our eyes and ears amongst the vagrants, I promise you that Clan Nosferatu will not make such slights against you in the future. Would you allow me the honor of knowing what Blood flows through your veins so that we may demonstrate proper respect in the future?"

Olaf lifts his chin, his one good eye regarding you from a new angle. Finally, he speaks. "I am of the Clan of Kings, neonate. Remember that the next time you step into my domain."

"Of course," you say with a nod. Clan Ventrue? As unlikely as it sounds, you find yourself believing the One-Eyed King. The Blue Bloods may like to pretend otherwise, but not every member of their illustrious bloodline makes the podium. The majority are busy running a neverending rat race, while the losers end up like Olaf: alone and less than nothing in terms of status.

However, Olaf has yet to finish. "So long as I reign, my servitors shall ensure that Riverdale's homeless ilk remains unmolested. Furthermore, I shall reward you with a minor boon in recognition of the service you have performed for me. Let it never be said that the Clan of Kings is ungenerous to the deserving."

"Thank you, sir. You honor me."

Olaf waves a hand dismissively. "Our business here is concluded. Go. Report to your master and tell him that Sir Olaf is a Kindred to be respected."

You have earned three XP.

1. You earned a minor boon from the One-Eyed King.
2. You learned that Sir Olaf is an elder of Clan Ventrue.
3. You succeeded in getting Sir Olaf to lay off the homeless population of Riverdale.

Spoiler: Character Sheet Update

Hunger 2/5

Boon from Sir Olaf (Boon 1)
For assisting one of his pimps in getting back his "product" and showing proper deference to his station, the One-Eyed King of Riverdale has seen fit to bestow on you a small favor.

Available Experience: 4 7

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"So Sir Olaf is an elder of Clan Ventrue?"

You nod. Calhoun hums, tapping his cane against the floor of his office in the Nosferatu warren. "The Prince will want to know about an elder of his clan here in the city. Do you believe Olaf to be a newcomer?"

You shake your head. "I don't think so, sir. He mentioned Khalid during our conversation, so at the very least, he was familiar with the Chicago Camarilla before you became Primogen."

Calhoun hums again. His cane continues to tap a steady rhythm against the polished wooden floor until suddenly, it stops, frozen in midair. The deformities that are a prerequisite of life as a Sewer Rat give your clanmates decent poker faces, but you can recognize when your Primogen's come to a sudden realization. "Do you know Olaf's true identity, sir?"

Calhoun hesitates, opening his toothy maw for a moment before closing it shut. After a moment to gather his thoughts, he speaks. "My apologies, Arturo. I admit that I have some suspicions regarding Olaf's past, but until I can gather more conclusive evidence, I cannot share my thoughts."

"I understand, sir," you reply, recognizing an operational security issue when you see one. If there's anything your days as a soldier has taught you, it's that some matters are none of the grunts' business. Best to kick this matter up the chain of command and let them deal with the fallout. "Was there anything else?"

"Yes," Calhoun says with a nod. "In any case, I commend you for a job well done. In recognition of your service to our clan, I shall inform the Harpies that I now owe you a significant debt. However, any discussion of how best to repay you must wait for now. Know that I shall send for you once I am available."

"Thank you, sir," you say. As soon as Calhoun wordlessly dismisses you, you begin making your way back to the surface. You have a fledgling of Clan Lasombra to find.

Spoiler: Character Sheet Update

Boon from Cedrick Calhoun (Boon 2)
For ensuring the safety of Clan Nosferatu's informants among the homeless in Riverdale, the Primogen of your clan, Cedrick Calhoun, now owes you a big favor.

 

[Rogue Attican]

The night after meeting Sir Olaf and reporting back to Calhoun, you begin searching for the Lasombra fledgling. Night after night, you keep an eye and ear out for any sign of vampiric activity. Eventually, you hear that some of the homeless who live on the southernmost section of Lake Shore Drive have been experiencing nausea and other symptoms of blood loss.

From there, it doesn't take much longer for you to find the culprit - a short, stout Kindred who appears to be in her early twenties. Her pallor is deathly gray, and her long, straight black hair falls to the middle of her back. The fledgling vampire's blouse and skirt are dirty, worn, and torn from rough living on the streets with no access to laundry facilities.

You watch from your hiding place among the shadows as she kneels next to a sleeping man dressed in rags before lowering herself even further to sink her fangs into his throat. The man jerks for a moment before the pleasure of the Kiss overtakes him, and you take the opportunity to ready your smartphone camera as the fledgling begins to feed.

The fledgling's image glitches in and out of view as you record her. Sometimes, she's there. Other times, there are two of her. Occasionally, she disappears completely from view. She's a Magister, alright.

You put away your phone and quietly step forth as she finishes licking the puncture wounds on her meal's neck shut. The fledgling jerks her head up at the sound of you clearing your throat, and she freezes upon seeing you. Before she can awkwardly scramble to her feet and make a run for it, you open your mouth wide and extend your fangs. You allow her to take a good look at your canines before shutting your mouth and pressing a finger to your lips.

The fledgling nods, a little unsure, and you gesture for her to get up and come with you as quietly as she can. Fortunately, she complies, and the two of you walk in the same direction with a few feet of distance between you. Each step you and the fledgling take is slow, measured, and deliberate. Neither of you wants to be the first to start running.

Eventually, the two of you find a park bench, and a quick look around confirms that you are alone. You are the first to take a seat, and you silently gesture for the fledgling to do the same. She carefully positions herself on the other side of the bench as if she's afraid the wooden planks would explode into shrapnel beneath her rear.

Finally, you extend your hand out to the fledgling. "My name is Arturo. What's yours?"

The fledgling stares at your hand as though it might turn into a hungry viper. Then the young woman reaches out and grasps it. "Celia."

"It's nice to meet you, Celia," you say, noting the expression on her face. It's guarded and frightened but also curious and hopeful. Celia is a woman who's desperate for answers. "I'm glad we met tonight. If you have any questions, I'll try to answer them as best I can."

Celia purses her lips, her mind no doubt sorting through dozens of questions. Finally, she settles on one. "Am I… Are we actually, you know, vampires?"

"Yes," you say. "However, we prefer the term Kindred."

"Kindred," Celia repeats, tasting the word on her tongue. "There are more like us here in the city?"

"Yes, dozens. Remember the first rule of Fight Club?"

Celia nods. "We Kindred call it the First Tradition: the Masquerade. No one can ever find out what we truly are. Have you told anyone?"

Celia shakes her head. "I haven't been able to get in touch with anyone since I became this."

"Good. The less your loved ones know, the safer they'll be. Upholding the Masquerade is our number one priority as Kindred. If humanity ever finds out the truth, we're screwed. All it takes is just one YouTube video going viral for the whole house of cards to come crashing down on our heads. Do you understand?"

Celia nods. Your voice shifts to a calmer tone as you continue. "We refer to the change you've recently undergone as the Embrace. Do you know who your sire is? The Kindred who turned you into one of us?"

"No," Celia says, biting her lip. "One night, I was preparing to transfer from the Blue Line, and the next, I-"

Celia takes a deep, shuddering breath, but it isn't enough to stem the flow of vitae from her eyes. First, it's a trickle, then a torrent as she breaks down sobbing. She begins wiping away her tears, only to stop once she realizes it's not water running down her cheeks. "W-What?"

Alright, time to rip the metaphorical Band-Aid off. "There's no easy way to put this, but you're dead. The reason why your skin is so ashen is that you are essentially a walking corpse. The only fluid in your body right now is blood, which is why your tears are the way they are."

Celia sniffles as she finishes wiping away the blood on her face. Her voice is shaky as she speaks. "Is there a way to… go back?"

"To being human?"

Celia nods. "Yeah. Is there?"

You hesitate upon seeing the look in her eyes, but false hope never did any good. "None that I know work. Searches for a cure to our condition have gone on for as long as we've been a thing."

Celia's face falls, and she lowers her head to stare at the dried blood on her hands. After a long silence, her voice comes out again, barely louder than a whisper. "Is there… any upside to all of this? Will things ever get better for me?"

[] [Opinion] "The first few nights are the toughest, but you come to peace with it eventually."
[] [Opinion] "There's a lot you can do when you have eternal youth and immortality."
[] [Opinion] "It's all about the blood. The pleasure of the Kiss alone is enough reason."
[] [Opinion] "Not really, but adaptability is the name of the game here."

Do you wish to say anything else or pose another question to Celia?

[] [Celia] Write-in.