June 20th, 2019
"Yes, Regent. I am on my way." Sascha responded the only way they could. With obedience, despite their enjoyment of New York. They were summoned to Mexico City to convene the Consistory and to address the new threat, seeming invisible in the face of war. Montreal, once a shining beacon, a stronghold of the Sabbat, was in chaos.
Sascha spoke quietly to a black clad figure at their elbow, "Contact your Lady and tell her that her childe's pack must be accelerated along her chosen course for them. This is no matter for a rag tag pack that always seems to be in the right place at the right time. They will come through the fire and emerge refined. They must be brought into line before they reach Mexico City."
"Yes, your Grace," The young Cainite bowed briefly and was on his way.
May 8th, 2019
While Candace is recovering from her illness, the Thaumaturges and their Dark Master are still at large. You killed one, but at least two still remain. You don't know how many there may be. Before you leave Atlanta, you must find and destroy them - for Candace's sake.
But while you are hunting them, are they hunting you? Are they seeking vengeance for their fallen packmate?
May 1st, 2019
Constantin smiled when his Szlachta returned with news of the last pack's demise. "All stake for sun!" the happy monster declared. The Master rewarded his slave with a taste of his blood.
"There is no one to stop us now except..."
"What about the Cardinals, your Excellency?" Ricardo asked.
"When they learn who I am, they, too will fall in line," Constantin said, "In the meantime, I need to call my pocket Priscus." He laughed viciously.
Kate Langdon called in to her team, "All I see here is a total blood bath. Send in a cleaning crew. I want tissue samples, blood samples, fabric samples, hell, sample everything. I need to try to reconstruct what happened here. And when I'm done, I Hunt."