<@Dreol> [London, January 5th 1261, 10:00 PM] <@Dreol> [Over the last eight years, the war against the Carthaginians has been ramping up at a steady pace. Mithras has put together scouting groups that have gone out in search of where this "New Carthage" is located, as well as strike forces to take out Carthaginians that are discovered across England. The vast majority of his efforts, though, have been put into recruiting others to fight against Carthage and adhere to the rules of this "Masquerade." Thus far, he has gained the allegiance of all of the major Ventrue in Europe and England, of course, and as word has spread across the European world (both of Carthage and of this Masquerade) the clans divided much the way that they did in Mithras' court. As far as the specifics of the war, Carthage has not been found, but several organized groups of Carthaginians have been found in the north of England, and in Scotland. Currently, Rolf, who has been leading up a strike force sent to take out a group of Carthaginians who have been terrorizing a village near Lincoln, is returning back to England to report, and it is the first Elysium of the new year, so all of the London kindred are gathered in Mithras' court, which has been moved each time it is held, to keep the enemy confused. Currently, it is being held in a large underground cavern to the south of London. Several tables have been set up along an underground stream that runs through the cavern. Mithras himself is seated at a large table with a map laid out on it talking with a few other kindred of note. This Elysium is a particularly large one with kindred coming from all over Europe. It is rumored that Mithras is going to make some big announcement regarding Carthage.] <@Dreol> [Don't Begin Yet. You can Begin when I tell you individually.] <@Dreol> [Now you can begin] #06* Eliana is there, certainly! She's all cloaked up and standing with her arms folded while looking around, taking stock of who's present. As usual. #06* Moriel lingers near a wall, as is generally his wont during these sorts of gatherings. He looks rather more alert than he usually does, however; his eyes are clear and calm and thoughtful. He's also wearing a black scarf wrapped around his head, binding his hair away from his face and incidentally covering his forehead. Apparently ribbons aren't doing it for him any more. #06* Rolf isn't there immediately because, after all, he's supposed to be coming in tonight! #06* Eliana is standing near Moriel, as is her tendency, and is actually commenting, "I agree that the scarf is more practical, but it's strange to see you with one instead of your hair tied back." Oh, if only Yzzie were here and/or paying attention. #06* Moriel shrugs and smiles faintly. "You'll get used to it. I did." #06* Eliana smirks, still looking around the room, and then her eyes catch something in the corner and the smirk completely disappears. She stares, enraptured, rather like she just found the first recording of the number zero. #06* Moriel blinks at her for a moment, then follows her gaze and...blanks out completely. It's several minutes before he even manages to re-focus his eyes to look at Eliana. "Merciful heaven. Who *is* that?" #06* Eliana says, faintly, "I... don't know." She blinks, shakes her head, blinks, and then scowls, turning to Moriel. "That was-" She shakes her head again. #06* Moriel murmurs, "Disturbing." He frowns faintly. #01 Yes. #06* Eliana glances around, spots her again, but isn't entranced this time. "Highly." #06* Moriel is almost afraid to look around, but Eliana seems to be functional, so he goes back to watching the room. A little more warily, this time. #06* Rolf comes out of a hunch as he enters the 'common area' of the cave, and stands tall as he walks forward. People know what messing with Rolf means now, after all! He's gotten a little rougher around the edges over the last few years, and added a few new bits of dried animal to his standard outfit. His eyes are also already glowing for the night as well. #06* Cosimo enters the cave cautiously. He is wearing variations of his usual attire, and his hands are deep within his rather large, deep sleeves. His hood is pulled down low over his eyes. He crosses the room with slow and measured steps, taking a spot against the wall, his back to it, with eyes on all entrances and exits... in case he needs to make for one quickly. #06* Eliana spots Cosimo and manages eye contact before she makes a series of subtle gestures to the left of her chin and then down, closer to chest height: #06* Rolf is also trailed by a few other vampires of varying descriptions, but he's definitely the van of their foursome. #06* Cosimo smirks briefly, though his facequickly ices back to its usual stoic ways. he nods slightly in Eliana's direction. #06* Moriel notes the gestures, but can't understand them (yet). <@Dreol> [Behind Rolf enters a female Gangrel. She wears heavy leathers and is short, but clearly well-built. she has a mane running down her back, but rather than hide it, she has an opening built in her leather tunic to let it show. She has tawny-blonde hair and follows closely to Rolf as he moves across the room. Then comes a large, muscular Brujah. The same one that stayed back at the formation of the alliance. And behind HIM is a short, young-looking (of you can tell) Nosferatu. He sticks to the shadows of the wall, but his head is completely bald and two large fangs jut up from his lower jaw over his upper lip.] #06* Rolf is striding with purpose, so he doesn't look around too much, although he does manage to catch a glance of the shadowy Cosimo as he goes straight towards Mithras. <@Dreol> [Mithras looks up as Rolf approaches. "What do you have to report, Rolf?"] #06* Moriel 's gaze sharpens as he turns his attention to Rolf and Mithras. #06* Rolf puts his fist to his heart in short acknowledgement, then says, "There's no more terrorizing for those five. We brought back one for a few 'a them questions." <@Dreol> [Mithras nods. "Very good, Rolf. We'll see to that after the court."] #06* Rolf nods and says, "Right, f'course." He steps back slightly, as if he figures he's dismissed. #06* Rolf backs off and turns to the group with a slight grin before saying, "Good workin' with you all." He looks at all of 'em, for what it's worth, although who knows if it'll take. <@Dreol> [Mithras goes back to looking over the map and talking in whispers to one of the Toreador who is there with him. Meanwhile, the woman that Eliana and Moriel noticed beofre shifts her gaze to the same map.] <@Dreol> [The Nosferatu nods, bows and walks off. The Brujah nods solemnly. "You as well, Rolf." And Victoria (the Gangrel) lets out a pleased growl and smiles, her sharp teeth gleaming. "Anytime..." and she saunters off.] #06* Rolf lets the group disperse before heading over to team 'look at us, we're so cool on the wall' so he can be cool on the wall too. He growls down at them and says, "You havin' a great night?" #06* Moriel actually laughs quietly. "I never enjoy these events. But they can be educational." #06* Eliana rolls her eyes. "There's a ridiculously gorgeous woman here. I'm not sure who she is." She points her out. "Be careful looking; you'll probably lose a few minutes of your life." #06* Rolf looks slightly confused and doesn't look, but he does ask, "I, uh, didn't think you were pointin' that kinda thing out for me, Eliana, but thanks?" #06* Eliana looks at Rolf, deadpan. "Do you *really* think I would waste time looking for girlfriends for you." #06* Rolf scratches the back of his head. "Yeah, not really, but it sounded funny to me." #06* Eliana shakes her head. It's a sad day for science. #06* Moriel snorts into the goblet of blood he's drinking from, but doesn't otherwise comment. <@Dreol> [Session End]