Lukas Riese

While Katherine delivered her message on the stairs, Lukas searched for a source of light in the entrance hall, which he never found. He could've searched the rest of the building, but he figured Katherine's mind reading could foresee any ambush. As such, he had to navigate the field of debris in the hallway blind, taking it slow to avoid tripping. Riese wondered if this part of this building was constructed poorly- and if the rest of it was in danger of collapse as well.

He expected more destruction beyond the strangely intact door. Beyond was a room that had been torn down, but differently. The neatness of it all confirmed that this takedown was done intentionally; the suspect rested in the middle of the room.

The first thing Lukas noticed was the man's dice. They suggested he was prepared to gamble, and the delicate manner in which he held them suggested the pale man was a more careful type. Lukas had been offered to gamble before countless times, and he readied himself to decline again. He held an unofficial vow against the practice. If luck wanted to give him something, it would seek him out.

This invite did not come, the dice having been used as an idle toy and not for money. The Caretaker revealed his bloodlord status freely and openly to the two of them, making Lukas briefly uneasy. He was already in an unfamiliar city, and now he felt he had joined an entire subsociety of cursed people within. He considered it quite a golden opportunity with more thought, being able to see a strange community that hid in the shadows before.

More than being a bloodlord was strange about this man, however. Lukas wondered why he was here of all places. Surely if he was waiting for them, he'd have been in the entrance hall and not all the way up here. More strange was Nicolas's idea that he had been hired by them. If this was a trick, Lukas had no idea what it could be. And he certainly had no memory of employing this man.

Katherine asked this question just after he thought it himself. Feeling obligated to give her a thorough answer, he gave it more thought, considering if he accidentally hired this guy or something. He came up blank. Strangely blank. On the second search, Lukas remembered that he was missing memories. Nicolas could've been hired during this time. He firgured that idea was what Katherine was referring to, and told her of his lack of hiring memories.

Lukas knew that even if they didn't remember, this guy did, and he could just ask for a refresher. This could be crucial information to have; it could lead them to why they turned into bloodlords. But Lukas paused, not sure if to tell him of their memory loss. Clearly he expected their bloodlord transformation- or maybe he was just told they were already bloodlords? Nicolas said he never saw their faces. Figuring caution was best, he decided to just play it safe.

"The place will suffice. More importantly, I'm forgetting- slightly- the exact terms of our agreement, if you care to refresh us." He said, inviting an explanation.

The Blackburned House

The Caretaker Nicolas nodded at Katherine's word, seemingly not the least bit surprised about her telepathy or perhaps being very good at hiding it. "Normally I would apologize for the poor manners of my brethren, but then again...you would know a thing or two about that, wouldn't you?" He smiled at her, his fangs glinting in the moonlight for a brief moment. "As someone believing in the concept of divine humor, I suppose the Dark had its way with you, Mademoiselle de la Haine. Let us hope, it considers your debts now paid..."

He chuckled with good humor and rose up from his chair. Listening politely to Lukas, his fiendishly red eyes remained focused entirely on the young man. His expression was one of jolly amusement, showing no hint of any suspicion, as he stroked his white beard. "Ah...understandable, given the circumstances. It has all been very secretive, after all. Not surprising, given my line of work, of course, but even I prefer to meet my clients face to face when negotiating my services.", he explained.

"I admit, you made me quite curious with all the letters and intermediaries, themselves hired with little to no knowledge of why or how. But coin can shut even the most curious of mouths and coin was what you had to spare."

He sighed and reached into his vast pack. After rummaging around for a while, he pulled out a scroll of parchment, adorned with a broken wax-seal. The seal was foreign to both Katherine and Lukas, depicting a Raven while it was surrounded by a folding pair of hands, as if in prayer. Nicolas unfurled the scroll and fished out a tiny pair of glasses he held in front of his eyes.

"According to the contract, which I dutifully signed, I am obliged to serve you in managing the restoration and administration of your estate. Furthermore, I am to assist you in securing your holdings and establishing of your Cabal, until you have no further need of me.", he read out. He then handed the scroll to Katherine, to show he had told the truth. "I have already received the appropriate payment. Something I appreciate, given the general lack of decorum of many of my usual customers."

Then he clapped his hands together. "Now then...shall we gather everyone, so I may unveil the full extent of my capabilities?"

They had gathered back in the Entrance Hall, with the Caretaker waiting patiently for everyone. His eyes followed each and every one of them, as they came into the Hall, and it was clear he took his measure of them. He refrained from making any comments, though, and if anything seemed perfectly content with what he saw.

"Now then...my lord and ladies. Once again, I introduce myself as the Caretaker. Nicolas, for the less formal occasions.", he said and made a slight bow to all of them.

"My services are yours according to the contract signed. It entails restoring this lovely estate to a state of proper nobility, while expanding it afterwards as to your preferences. I have contacts that can easily rebuilt, repair or design what is needed...provided the apprioprate payment is handed out, of course."

"Additionally, I will assist you in managing your holdings, such as they are, so you won't have to bother with the minute details of running your expanding responsibilities. Allowing you to focus instead on the much more important measures, like driving out opposing forces, hunting down your enemies and restoring order in this increasingly lawless city. As per the intentions you had laid out in the contract, I will assist you in anything you need to gain control of Jesâule and the neighbouring wards, aside from combat itself."

He waited for a moment to let the words sink in, before continuing. "For the start, I have already secured the resources needed to begin the rudimentary restoration of the mansion. As in, clearing out the rubble, repairing the walls and ceiling and cleaning up the place. For anything beyond that, additional funds will have to be secured, however."

Clapping his hand and chuckling into his beard, he looked at them all. "Now then...any questions?"

Priscilla the Grey

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Caretaker Nicolas," Priscilla bowed her head, having exited the chambers she had claimed for her privacy after hearing that they were all to be gathered together. She'd done her best to wipe her face of tears, but her eyes were still red and puffy, which was very obvious against her pallor. She tried to remain composed aside from that, however. "I offer my services as a Conservator to you all without question. Because it is for my own good, for the good of you all, for the good of the people, and for the good of the Cross that I continue. There is no reason why I should resist the call."

She straightened her back, heightening her posture as she looked down her nose at the Caretaker. Her expression was unreadable.

"Though. I do not know this contract. Perhaps it is fluke, though I have to query. For what cause would I have signed this contract to begin with, as a dutiful servant of the Church...? What business had I been in, unless it was the business of another...? Does the contract remain, if its agreers do not recall...?"

She let that hang in the air for a moment before continuing.

"If the contract was made under duress, or in sobriety, the Light of the Moon will reveal. Sciemus. But my statement stands, I shall do as agreed, for our survival. The only question I have is this: is it possible, however fleeting, for me to visit my sisters in the faith...? The ones who I trusted most, so I could say adieu to them? Otherwise, I am ready to be utilised."

Godfrey

"We'll need blood. Now that we're, well..." He frowned, considering Nicolas's words. "Actually, Nicolas, are you aware as to why we became Bloodlords? I don't believe any of us recall signing that contract, nor do I remember being taken and transformed. We merely awoke in this state."

Godfrey reached up to his shoulder, to scratch Chop on the chin. "I suppose we might as well do what good we can for Rousson, given we're stuck here. But it would be nice to know how we got in this mess to begin with."

He'd always wondered why one would become a curseblood. Now the old butcher wondered if any became cursed by choice at all.

Katherine, de la Haine

"I'm not foolish enough to believe the Dark is done with me, no," Katherine said to the Caretaker as she rubbed the scar upon her neck. "If it knows me well enough to use what I hold most dear as bait, then it knows that I don't take well to others trying to control me."

"A grudge for another time, I suppose."

Katherine only half listened as the Caretaker explained things to the others. She's heard it all mere moments ago, after all. What she was most interested in was the others' reactions.

Katherine knows what she had lost. She knows that being a Bloodlord could bring it back. And she knows that she's just distant enough from everyone else in her life that she'd consider becoming a Cursedblood if it would give it back to her. She had already abandoned her family and name, is not abandoning her humanity merely the next step?

That she'd done these things does not surprise Katherine; though she expected most of the others had done the planning in her stead.

It seems the others were not so fortunate.

Edited by drearyArchon on Aug 1st 2023 at 9:46:54 PM

Throughout the whole meeting, Robert's pen scratched away incessantly against some scrap paper he'd found. The equipment strained under the intensity of his notetaking. He was used to fine pens and tough paper he could push his all into! Not this... garbage. But still he dutifully recorded all of Nicolas's words. He couldn't afford to miss anything.

"I believe, then, that our mission is twofold: uncovering our past situation, and securing our present." Robert finally said, scratching out some bullet points. "Looking into the contract. Finding out where we were last seen before we woke up in the church." He raised an eyebrow and tapped his finger on the table, pointing to Priscilla. "The Conservator has the right idea to consult people from our pasts. I had a few assistants at the university." He frowned. "Though those mercenaries may be following us to all our former homes. How did they know to go after us? I believe discovering the truth of our cursing and of how we became targets will be most useful to our survival. Even if there are many other mysteries at work here, I fear we may be overwhelmed if we don't narrow our search. To that end, how much time should we even devote to mystery-solving? It's unlikely to bear fruit as consistently as Godfrey's suggestion of finding a ah, supplier, as it were."

Lukas Riese

Lukas poured over the contract given to them, checking to see it's legitimacy. It looked plausible, but his agreement in it was confusing. He had never planned to stay in Rousson for long, so hiring someone to set up lodging in it was questionable. There would've had to be either some unknown danger in leaving Rousson or some unknown opportunity in staying to drive past Lukas to this. Both possibilities necessitated further exploration of his forgotten past.

Later

"If we need blood, I have some already stockpiled in my crossbow bolts," Lukas announced in response to Robert, holding up one to demonstrate. He then took an unexpected pause to stare at it, realizing just now that he intended to eat the thing.

"We, uh, should have enough to last a bit..." he hastily continued, distracted by the absurdity and horror of this situation. He inspected his bolt, trying to judge it's taste. It certainly wasn't the most appetizing thing he's eaten, but the fact he had any desire for it at all unsettled him. Gazing deeply into the bolt of blood, he hoped to feel this disturbing desire leave. He kept staring for a long few seconds before the bodyguard decided to just move it back with the rest, out of sight.

"A-anyways, Caretaker, you mentioned earlier how our forgotten selves hired you through a maze of intermediaries and letters. Are you able to reach any of them?" Lukas continued, shifting his thoughts to a question he had been meaning to ask. "Even if none of them now the full story, they should still have some clues to our past."

The Blackburned House

The Caretaker did not react nor comment on Priscilla's appearance, be it the few loose strands of hair or the visible cried-out eyes. Instead, he gave her a polite and friendly bow of his head as she introduced herself and listened patiently to what she and the others had to say.

"Hmm...so it seems you are less informed about your circumstances than I was let to believe, initially.", he noted, but then shrugged his shoulders, clearly deciding it wasn't overly important to him. "Still my contract stands and wether or not you remember the reasons as to why you hired me, I will perform my duties as stated in writing.", he reiterated. "My reputation relies on my honor and I have yet to break any of my assigned duties in my two centuries of...well, accursed existence."

He chuckled a bit, a hand stroking his white beard. He waited, as the others discussed what to do and how to move forward. When Lukas finally adressed him again, he titled his head in idle tought for a moment, before he answered. "I am sure, I can direct you to one or two, if you give me enough time. A month or two and I should be able to find out their location, for you to investigate on your own."

"I would leave it in your hands, for the most part. My contract states that my duties do not extend beyond administering your territory and I hope you understand my desire to keep it like that. Secrets are dangerous currency and I have chosen ignorance as my shield. It has served me well so far. As such, while I will not stop you from sharing what you want to share, please respect my desire to remain your servant only and nothing more."

His tone was quite serious on this one, devoid of the usual bemused undertone. It returned quite quickly, however, as he once again clapped his hands together. "Now, before you go out and dig up your past, I would recommend perhaps to first tend to your wounds and find ways to stock up your, frankly, non-existent supplies. A Bloodlord relies on a steady stream of this most delicious substance, that his part of his name, so I would suggest that you learn quickly how to procure it."

"You are in Jesâule Ward, away from prying eyes. Whoever is searching for you, will find little headway here for some time. Take advantage of it. Rest up, heal. Learn, recover, expand, grow." He gestured around himself, directing their gaze over the estate that was now theirs. "Once you've come into your own, you can go and peel back the curtain that hides whatever dreadful secrets this city has, and it has many! Times are changing and you are not the only players on the board."

He gave them all a warm and yet strangely terrifying smile.

"This city is poised to sink into chaos soon enough. The Seventh Anarchy is upon us."

Party gains Estate: Blackburned House.

Unlocked Jesâule Ward. Region is Contested.

Edited by TheNohen on Aug 18th 2023 at 6:24:16 PM

So, to Robert then, the thought process was first that this was a survival situation. Second that survival meant busting your ass and doing the most you possibly could to help. Then he had to go through and figure out what he was good at, mind working a mile a minute. He felt he'd rather conclusively assigned himself a role as the conscience of their little coterie. He was also the least directly powerful, the one who would have to stay behind and use his mind the most.

So once their meeting was over Robert retired to one of those side rooms and started drafting a proposal for the people of the Ward: blood tithes. With his supernatural abilities, what he'd realized was that he could tell exactly how much blood he could take from someone before they'd start to suffer adverse effects. This wouldn't be like hunting: not only would it be moral, it'd be a reoccurring income of blood that carried minimal risk. The risk he'd be assuming would be that they'd have to actually put in the work of protecting the people of the Ward.

So hours later Robert emerged in the foyer with a big stack of paper with a contract for a blood tithe hammered out in all the legalese he knew, copied in triplicate with each contract having space for multiple households—his thought process there was that he could provide passive peer pressure to any households after the first.

"I am going to try to find blood donors that will provide it willingly in return for protection in the Ward. This should help formalize something we might end up running into naturally." He declared, trying to just reach everyone in the house by letting his voice echo to them. "I imagine our consciences won't let us leave some people to their fates during this ah, Interesting Time, anyway, and having a list of people that we can check in on regularly would be nice. Would anyone like to accompany me or shall I handle this alone?"

Katherine

"I can spare a bit of my time, though not much I suspect," Katherine replies to Robert. "This Ward has a bit of a pest problem, and I'd rather not have to live with a bunch of Mutts at my doorstep.''"

Katherine plans to go out into the night on her own to gather information and Renaud and his pack. She's an experienced Cursedblood Hunter, and she's dealt with her fair share of Werewolf Packs before. And the first step to dealing with any pack is to find out where they sleep.

Katherine could still feel that mutt that Robert decided to keep in the back of her mind, her powers allowing her to sense through his senses. He shows no signs of actually going back to the pack, which was a shame since she might've thought to trail him there.

"You wouldn't happen to know where Renaud and his pack are staying, would you Raoul?" Katherine said remembering the name at last. She doubts he'll talk, but it was worth a shot.

Godfrey

So it seemed Nicolas was unaware of their reasons for signing the contract. They'd have to discover it on their own. Though that would take time, and was hardly the most pressing issue at the moment.

After exploring their new home a bit, getting the lay of the land as it were, and tending to the cats (fortunately for the little ones, rats were never in short supply in Rousson), he nodded at Robert's suggestion.

"I'll accompany. If we're going to be offering protection, we should show some strength." Godfrey said. "While I hope your contracts pan out, I should say that I am willing to take blood forcefully from the wicked. So if we happen to be accosted, I won't lose sleep over feeding off ne'er-do-wells."

He ran his hand over his butcher's knives, remembering the taste of the man he'd fed upon back at his shop. He dwelled on that sensation a moment, reminding himself of what he'd become. Nothing do to but keep moving forward, now.

Though he also reminded himself of his cats, the last memory of his humanity, which he would never abandon.

"I will never feed on the innocent, of that I can assure you."

Lukas Riese

The Caretaker's answer proved unsatisfying. At minimum Lukas would be waiting a month for the answers he sought, and that's if the first person they contacted had the whole truth. More likely the first contact would lead to another clue, leading to another, leading to another. The process could take years, and the time it took away was valuable. And even if this thread was unwoven all the way, there was no certainty that the truth would be revealed at the end. Lukas couldn't see how this was anything more than a gamble.

With the Caretaker's assistance they would solve this faster, but he could not fault him for not getting involved. It was the same way Lukas had been surviving for the past fourteen years. In this, Riese gave a certain respect to the man. He knew to be practical and not ambitious in the pusuit of continued life, and his apparent age certainly proved that this way worked.

As his comrades pursued security through sustenance and security through safety, Lukas could not help but feel that they were missing what was always at the back of his mind.

"That is all good, but we are missing the universal security of funds." Lukas broadcasted. Money could reliably fix any pitfall in a way no other resource was able. So long as the seller was avaliable, which they certainly are in a city, money had the potential to turn into nearly anything- any solution to every problem. A lack of money would leave you in the sightline of every trouble the world had to offer. Your only option then is to gamble that they miss, and if you are gambling, then you are failing. Lukas decided to keep the metaphors to himself, however. Even if none of these people knew poverty like he, they still knew enough of the importance of money.

To this target, Lukas aimed his mind at a way to acquire funds, but came up with nothing. He didn't have a job in Rousson, nor did he know enough about the city to know where to find bodyguard work, or really any task he could find. However, he could reason that jobs would be less avaliable with translucent red skin and fangs, which gave him an idea.

After a brief pause to collect his words, he spoke again.

"Lukas is going to attempt to find some work or other money in this city." Lukas spoke, "Given I have only been here for less than a year, it would be appreciated and beneficial if one of you could help."

Lukas rummaged through one of his pockets.

"To this end..." he said, pulling out a crude hairband. He then put back on his Glamour, disguisng as human. "I shall use Lukas as a disguise. From now on, when I wish to be seen as just a human, I shall use this form and the name of Lukas Riese."

Lukas turned off the Glamour, becoming a clear Bloodlord again. He then tied his hair back and inverted his magpie cloak, which looked about the same it did uninverted.

"And in Bloodlord affairs, I shall use this form and am now called... Collette Vergessen," he explained, "With these two identities, someone may know of the bloodlord Collette and may also know of the person Lukas, but will not necessarily know that the person is the bloodlord. This will allow the person to be unsuspected when they need to be."

Priscilla the Grey

"Then I shall gather blood. I will create a route, should I have a map, or I shall make a map in my mind, and I will patrol the area within and around the ward as a Conservator Maiden would; to protect the innocent and slay the unseemly. From a distance, and glamoured, I look similar—reconnaissable—and any other Maidens I see may think of me as human. Then under cover of night, I will gather blood, and take a portion for ma recherche, and a portion for vos estomacs..." Priscilla said after a moment's thought, before lifting her veil over her face to hide it. "Oui. From a distance, I will seem like any Maiden, and only my stature shall betray me. I will not speak to my sisters of my transformation, should I see them... I will appoint a time. Lux benedicat me."

She briefly bowed her head at this, clutching the beads on her wrists in passing prayer, before raising her head again and flicking her eyes between each of the Bloodlords in her presence, regarding them equally and with a hint of indecision.

"May I be accompanied on this venture? I will accept any hand, as grace will fall upon us both..."

Edited by Enirboreh on Oct 4th 2023 at 5:06:07 PM

The Blackburned House

Raoul flinched a bit, as Katherine adressed him. The Mutt had largely kept to himself for now, not even daring to ask for a room for himself until he was given one. Instead he largely had been clearing out rubble and doing whatever the Caretaker told him to do as an almost natural consequence. Right now he was carrying a large, broken piece of furniture through the entrance hall.

Slowly putting it down, he hesitated to give Katherine an answer. It wasn't clear wether it was due to any oustanding loyalty to his pack or simply him being intimidated by the former Huntress.

"Ehm...well, the boss—I mean, Renard wanted to get the Cathedral for us. Thats why we were there, after he got a tip about it. Huge building in the middle of nowhere. Plenty of space, not to mention the tombs underneath. Seemed like a good idea.", he finally said. "Only thing he told us was that we would have to clear out any...trespassers."

He scratched his furry cheek with a single claw and winced. "If he isn't there, he probably is back in our old spot near...near Bellémere." He was referring to Bellémere Ward, which was to the east of Jesâule and only marginally more civilized. It was a densely populated area that once had been under the direct patronship of the Cathedral Knights, but after their exile it had quickly fallen under dubios control of several merchants, whose mercenaries now carved the Ward up between themselves in a local street war.

"Thats all I know, really.", added Raoul quickly, withering under Katherines look. "D-Do you need help finding it? B-Because otherwise I could stay here and help clean up the plac—no, no its okay, I'm following..." With a heavy sigh, he dropped the piece of furniture and trudged after the Bloodlady with a whimper that was equal parts resignation and apprehensive dread.

A few days later...

Lafaré Ward, a few miles away from Jesâule

The corner was quiet, isolated marginally from the hustle of the nearby square and the beating hammers of smitheries and the loud barks and bustle of the carpenters and other artisans. The general noise drowned out the everpresent hum and low-bass chorus of the craftsmen and women, which hung over the area like a nausea-inducing blanket.

It could have been worse, of course. None of them had a trained singer nearby, so no actual hymns. Just more simple worker songs and ditties, whose tunes could at worst make one feel slightly ill.

Lukas found himself stymied so far. Contracts for mercenaries were hard to come by, as someone had bought out every posting in a radius of several miles and anyone who was working alone had quickly found himself pushed out by a familiar company. Visiting a few alehouses, Lukas had picked up on several sellwords complaining bitterly about the Red Sparrows cornering the market and forcing people either to join or get chased out.

It was the reason, he was now in Lafaré Ward. It was the only one of the Wards that he hadn't yet fully scoured for money-making opportunities, aside from Bellémere. There was of course still Bachemelle, but that had its own risks.

For now, he stood there in a quiet corner, readying himself before heading out to look for either money....or blood.

Jesâule Ward, near the Cathedral

The claws scratched over the iced-over cobblestones, leaving grooves that soon vanished underneath a sheet of snow. Hot breath bellowed out of the fanged muzzle, teetering on the edge of bloodtempted lust. The nose twitched, smelling the fear of the prey as it stumbled through the narrow alley.

The boy was bleeding where the claws had struck him. His tunic was drenched red, hanging off his back in scraps. His teeth were grit, trying to battle through the panic and pain, as he hit the wall and skittered around the corner. He didn't see the broken down wall and the rubble that blocked the path forward, until it was too late.

Behind him, the Lycanthrope slowed down and then rose up to his full height. "Hmm...thanks for running, meat.", he growled. His sadistic grin beared his sharp canines, causing his sagging skin to ripple. The beast had the head of a mastiff and his beady eyes glowed with thuggish cruelty. He rolled his shoulders, cracked his neck, before unhooking the hatchet on his belt. "A good run before dinner always gets the blood going~"

The boy slowly turned about, a hand pressed on his gashed shoulder in a pathetic attempt to slow the bleeding. He was little more than skin and bones, with his pale blonde hair wild and unkempt, making him look almost as wild and forlorn as the Mutt, if much less dangerous. "L-Leave me alone...", he managed to say, slowly edging backwards until his feet hit the broken rubble.

The Mutt chuckled. "Nah, won't do. Haven't had a proper bite to eat in a week. Fuck Renard and his ban on hunting during dark-hours. I ain't letting some sweet little thing like you get away, just 'cause he wants to wait until the moon shines!"

With fangs bared and drool dripping from his jowls, the Mutt slowly approached the boy...

Edited by TheNohen on Oct 7th 2023 at 7:05:57 PM

Priscilla the Grey: On Patrol Within Jesâule Ward

"It would be better if you starved, beast. Péris de ta faim, racaille sans valeur," rang out Priscilla's soft voice, with a trembling edge of barely-contained wrath to her tone as she stepped out of the shadows. Her veil in place, and her mace by her side—already bloodied from previous liquidations earlier in her patrol with Katherine—her fearsomely scowling face was barely visible beneath her facial covering. She hadn't hesitated to step out. This was her job, to protect the innocent or vulnerable from assailants such as this. If Katherine had given her any protests against revealing herself so quickly, she would've simply ignored them.

"Fight me instead, and earn your meal. Don't waste your strength on the frail," she said, a part of her hoping to appeal to the beast's ego. Any chance that he'd spare the boy, even for a second, was a chance that she'd take. Plus, Katherine gave both him and Priscilla an edge that the latter wouldn't have had if she was by herself. She could prevent the beast from killing the boy while Priscilla kept its attention, or assist her in fighting it. Having two people on patrol like this was a boon that Priscilla hadn't considered before.

The freshly-collected blood hanging from her belt would be extra incentive for the beast to target Priscilla instead of the injured boy, too. It was like a row of prizes just waiting to be cracked open and their contents lapped up.

Katherine de la Haine

"If we let him feed we can kill him while he’s dis-" Priscilla ignored Katherine’s words, deciding to draw the attention of the Lycanthrope in order to save the child. "That works too, I guess."

While Priscilla attracted the Mutt's attention, Katherine stalked on the rooftops, maintaining a clear line of sight to the other two Cursebloods. Both of them were in range for Katherine to see through their senses. Its a bit blurry since Katherine had lost a bit of blood that first night, but it still let the former huntress evade the Mutt's notice as she lined up her ambush.

"I can’t get close enough to the Mutt to control him without being noticed," Katherine sent to Priscilla. "Keep him distracted so I can close in."

Edited by drearyArchon on Oct 14th 2023 at 7:30:08 PM