Anton and KirilBasilio greets both of his childer warmly.
"Anton, Kiril, it is a pleasure to see you both once more. I've owed Radu a favor for centuries now, the Prince has finally decided to call on it - both of you are to help in the task he will describe. This will make your future, my children. I have picked out your rewards myself should you succeed in this task, and they are great rewards indeed, fitting for princes." Basilio smiles at this last part, laughing at some joke only he knows of. Perhaps it would be made clear soon?
DanielThe ancient warrior gives Daniel a good once-over - the vampire can feel his eyes running over him as the ancient evaluates his childe.
"Yes. Yes, twenty winters ago I gave you the greatest gift. You have grown into it well."
Arnulf pauses then, before continuing. His words are carefully chosen, slow and deliberate.
"I have another gift to give you now, my childe. It is nearly as great as the last one I gave you. This young Fiend, this Count Radu - he is a very skilled and powerful ally. Do not underestimate him when you meet him on your journey, he may seem affable, overly polite even. A creature of peace and cities, if you would - but in him lies a formidable Beast. You will thank me one day for these gifts I give you Daniel."
SteepleVladivostok does not seem pleased at Steeple's antics - though his face seems to simply be set in a permanent grim frown, so Steeple doesn't take it too personally.
"Terribly sad that man. Keeps himself so grim and angry-looking all the time to scare everyone else, can't ever let himself have some fun. Twists the soul it does. You must let the jester within yourself be free!" comments Prince Maurice.
The Malkavian speaks - "Steeple. A very good choice on your part to come here, perhaps you will prove to be greater than your foolish countenance would suggest. I expect for you to behave during your journey, you represent my interests now, any shame that falls on you will fall on me. You know, of course, how much I value image Steeple."
The message was clear - even to the mad one-armed vampire. Don't Fark up.
HeldricThe forceful Nosferatu lays a friendly hand on his childer's shoulder as he knelt.
"No need for such pleasantries Heldric. Yes, I came myself - I haven't seen you in too long, and I had business here in Transylvania. I trust everything goes well in spreading the Dream? No, don't bother, it doesn't matter. I know you have had... difficulties, but these difficulties will be overcome. You're about to get your chance Heldric, your future will be decided by what happens here today. Listen very closely to the messenger, remember what he says."
Malachite then pauses.
He then leans in, and he begins whispering into Heldric's ear so that no other (childer at least) can hear what is being said.
"You have heard that Pope Innocent has called for a fourth crusade? It bodes ill Heldric, I do not trust what is happening. You will get your reward for helping Radu here, and you will get your chance to spread the Dream, but know that I might have need of you very soon afterwards. If need be, you might even be my representative when talks are had about directing the valiant fools."
LucienThe air seems to almost vibrate around the koldun, as if it wished to take life - or as if the power within him was so great that its presence could be physically felt.
He speaks slowly, enunciating every syllable.
"Lucien. You have served me for years, my faithful childe. When I left some few days ago, I gave you the Vovoidate for a few hours. It was wonderful, wasn't it? To hold thousands under your command, even for such a short time. To reign over a land so great that you could not see its bounds even should you climb atop the highest tower, staring across the land on the clearest day.
If you ever want to know what that was like again, listen to what this messenger has to say. My clanmate Radu has a fantastical proposition for you, and we have all agreed on your rewards."
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As everyone was in the room a man, whom no one had noticed previously, stepped from the shadows beyond the torchlight.
This Cainite may wear civilized clothing, but he is clearly a rustic. His long legs shift restlessly as though he’d rather be moving than sitting, and his dark hair hangs in disarray down his back. At first it appears as though his eyes reflect the flame of the torches; then it becomes clear that his eyes are naturally red-stained. He bears the feral look of a Gangrel, not unlike the currently present Arnulf.
“Please enjoy yourselves. I shall tell you of my request while you dine,” says the host while raising an eyebrow.
The vampire gestures to the three stone sarcophagi. Should they investigate, the coterie find that three young girls, servants by their clothes, wait within the large stone hollow. They seem to be under compulsion to remain calm. He motions for the vampires to help them out of the sarcophagus, then commands the children to kneel before them all.