The Dark Gift is Given
14th of March 2007 A.D.
Perhaps you should step in, speak words of caution as Harry had done to you in Arctis Tor, but this is not Loyd Slate, not a monster punished past his due, this is an innocent, killed and probably more than that. This whole mountain reeks of blood and pain and suffering. Be damned the work of the work of the fomorians, let a new thing be born.
Gained 1 Essence (Violence is Worship)
So it is, a spark struck from that which is not light, a shadow's shadow still powerful enough to turn death backwards for a price. The corpse twitches in the woman's arms as if electrocuted, hands clench into claws and behind those staring eyes a bestial hunger stirs as his daughter gets out and shakes the no longer a corpse's shoulders "Papa! Stanimir!
Papa!"
You do not wait to see if his daughter's voice or the sound of his name will wake the man wholly to himself, instead grabbing the woman and pulling her behind you. This at last is enough for her to notice she isn't alone, but your eyes are still on the man. You do not think an entity born of a fresh corpse and three motes of Essence is a threat to you, but graveyards are filled with those who didn't
think something was a threat.
"Professor Danielewski it's me..." You can hear the void where your companion's former name would have been, hear him tense like a man who had just dodged a bullet.
"Valentin... Karolina..."
Slowly, painfully, the risk of sudden violence in every breath, every unnecessary breath the three speak in a language Clippy eventually identifies as Polish, though she is still playing catch up on the translation since that was not a language she was expecting to translate during a trip to Egypt.
You gather that the pair had been part of a research team of geologists sent to take seismic readings near the mountain over the past few weeks. Officially they had been lost to a snow storm though your companion had suspected foul play and rightly so. The professor had been growing ever more dissatisfied with his superiors' reasons for the tests they were asking of him as well as irregularities in the company finances that he had stumbled over seemingly on accident when someone had decided to use Karolina as ad hoc IT support.
"Are you well?" The words are awkward and and not just, your years perk up, for the obvious reasons. It doesn't take ears as sharp as yours nor eyes as keen to tell that is the shuffle of someone who wishes to come close but doesn't know how to.
That's a complication, but not unmanageably so.
Revelation aside the rest of the story is easy enough to guess at: some high noble of the fomori must have decided to get as much use as they could out of father and daughter and then wring them of their last use as sacrifices. Yet often will dark plans turn awry, they had failed to catch both of them. After days of observing the the 'frogmen' she felt brave enough to sneak in after them. That she had managed to find her dying father after only a day's searching and without being found out herself makes you suspect he might have some undiscovered Talent of her own, but now is not the time to delve into that.
"Hungry...
so hungry... what...? What happened?" A twitch goes though him end to end, nothing so natural as a shiver, but almost as if some other
thing stirred beneath his skin.
Your companion opens his mouth to open, but you can read the worry on his face. He might know more of what he did than you did, but his exaltation did not gift him a silver tongue.
Molly's Essence: 11/18
Molly's Willpower 6/9
What do you do?
[] Deflect, you need to get both of them out of here, answers will come later
[] Question Karolina further about the 'frogmen' and what they were doing
[] Write in
OOC: Welp the elderly Polish Geologist is now an entirely novel kind of vampire. At least Molly can claim she was not directly responsibile for this one. Progress? 
