Smogg: This is the first season (Spring). I will also try to guide a bit on how we structure the seasons in the log here. I suggest we keep italics for the GM. So mainly Johan will be using that format. In general try focus descriptions on what your characters do and say. Let Johan use italics when he wish to elaborate on something specific. The journal is not meant to consume a lot of time for players who don’t have it, so don’t expect more out of it than what you write yourself. I will make sure to generate the season pages, and I will also help generate and structure journal entries based on actual gaming sessions (which may span more sessions depending on the GM)
Smogg: Here we can get a bit of RP going for those who are up for it. Keep in mind that some players may have more time than others. It’s not mandatory to come up with stuff here, but it will add to the fun
Morrkul Tiranul passed between the two towers in Durenmar. The old covenant was all that he expected, but it had been a long journey from Transylvania. He hoped to find likeminded young magi interested in establishing a solid covenant and with proper backing and contacts like himself. Confident in his mission, he starts to get to know the magi present and search for some fireplace where he can chat a bit while warming himself with some ale, and some bread and cheese.
When Praenuntius arrived the servant was ready to meet him, “Greetings Harbinger, we have expected you.” he said. Praenuntius could never remember his name and didn’t really care. “Bring my things to my usual room” Praenuntius commanded. As the servant scurried to obey Praenuntius made way to the great library. His donation of tractati would grant him several seasons of access to study. If he was going to track down his quarry he needed to expand his capabilities.
“Citus” he called out, the large eagle swooped down and landed nearby. “Find out who the other newcomers are, we need to know if they can be of use to us” Citus flew off as Praenuntius headed towards the library.
“It seems we are being watched” Natália hissed. Borbak‘s hand reflectively moved to the shaft of his large axe. Morkull dismissed their caution with a slight wave of his hand. “The long journey has made you both paranoid. Join me for a game instead” He moved a pawn and awaited her move. ".. and don’t be so surprised there is interest in our arrival. That is what we count on after all"
As Lucian packed his bags with all his belongings in Roznov he was humming to himself as his plans were layed out before him. Sure that Gerhard was already in place where commanded, Lucian set out towards the one place he knew he could find more help, Durenmar. The book he got as a reward for completing his Gauntlet in a most satisfactory manor was first on his list to read, so it could be traded for more insight and access to the wealth of information that is the library of Durenmar. Upon arrival Lucian wastes no time finding out who has the best gossip to better aid his plans. With his head singing with plans and tidbits of information he sits, watches people pass by and sips the excellent beer.
“Good greetings traveler!”, Morrkul joining Lucian with a large mug of beer. “You should try some of this cheese. It is just not something you find to the East”, handing Lucian a sample. “But then after a long travel almost anything is a treat, eh? Well. I am Morrkul Tiranul of House Tremere, I have just arrived from Transylvania, have you heard the rumors of the lost covenants?”. Morrkul is also quick to share the gossip around the Owl and the magus who bought access to the Library already.
Praenuntius arrived at the common room in the guesthouse late that evening. His studies had been quite fruitful and now he needed to rest his head with som wine and cheese.
He quickly spotted the group Citus had talked about. Apparently Citus had been chased off by the pretty lady and was now roaming the forest in search of prey. “How was I to know she didn’t dress like a scamp on purpose?” he had remarked. Somehow Citus always ended up insulting people unkowingly.
Preanuntius headed towards the table. “Morkul and Lucian I presume?” he signalled for his usual order of german wine and some hard cheese. “Mind if I join you?” he asked, seating himself before they had a chance to respond. “I hear you have been asked to found a new covenant, I know because I got the same invite. I just heard Murion intends to send a formal invite to a meating one of these days. We have much to discuss.”
The arrival of the wine and cheese marked the beginning of a lengthy talk that lasted all through the night.
“By all means, do join us. You are expected”. Morrkul reply gesturing towards where Preanuntius is already sitting. “Yes, it is true, I have ventured here with the purpose of setting up a covenant. Your own agenda is most auspicious as it aligns well with mine. I hear there are several potential locations to found a new home.” Morrkul enjoyed the quality cheese and was playing casually with some kind of boardgame where marbles are moved around.
Meanwhile in the forest, Natália was stalking around for pray, whispering to herself “… if I could only get my hands on that bird…” as she readied for another shot.
Ulrike had enjoyed their company greatly these last couple of weeks. The Tremere always seemed so serious compared to the two others, and his morbid remarks were sometimes quit inappropriate. The others were more fun, both were charming and joyous types, although the Flambeau´s complete lack of any sense of humour and total temperence made him for dull company in the long run. If only the Tytalus had had the Tremeres good looks then perhaps…
She finished her eggs and sausage and began to rise. “Leaving already?” Lucian asked.
I am off to Fengheld, apparently I am to retreive some documents from the Mercere house there and bring them to some young magi here at Durenmar. It wouldn´t happen to be you would it?, she answered. “Tell me more of these documents” Morrkul answered immediately. “I have no idea what they are. You will have to wait and find out. See you in a couple of weeks.” Ulrike waved goodbye and left the guesthouse.
Smogg: Characters who wish to perform activities in a given season should log it here. If logged before end of season (last day of September), they may be updated on your character page after the season is over (so during October).