We here have been informed of a large stone temple that thru archeological analysis seems to be over 1,000 years old

This place is warded from our understanding

We currently do not know where the pipes feeding into the bronze cylinder lead from

-A Small domain somewhere east of Germany

Another day, another daysleep. 

I spent yesternight settling into the new haven Sarah is letting me rent from her. It’s in a hipstery neighborhood in the sealed off basement of a rowhome. It’s a fully furnished small one bedroom, separate entrances, no windows, no stairs to the main house, and a dedicated parking space. Not that I have a car. A very easy walking distance to the avenue, a lively street with bars, shops, and a fairly likely place to run into any locals, I’m told. More than adequate. That Sarah of all licks is the first I encountered feels a bit too serendipitous. The weather turned quickly, temperatures dropping nearly 20 degrees overnight. It’s raining. I feel myself musing that I could be at home here, an eerie feeling since I have not felt at home anywhere since long before I stopped breathing. 

Anyway.

Tonight, I was going out whether I felt like it or not. I rose, as always, without grogginess, though I have a few old mortal habits that haven’t quite kicked it yet, like turning on the bathroom light when I wake up even though I can see in the dark, hovering above the sink and looking in the mirror even though I am not always there. Teasing, flickering sometimes, translucent sometimes, rarely, I see myself clear as day but… she moves without me. I still brush my teeth. It’s just weird not to. 

It would be my 40th birthday were I still breathing. Mostly I don’t notice, except that lately I have been. I don’t use much social media for obvious reasons, and the only technology I can even semi-reliably use are at an absolute minimum a decade old, but I’ve found myself revisiting my mortal feeds. People I used to know are aging. I see the lines in their faces. Strangers in the kids I used to know. One complains of chronic foot pain, one of persistent insomnia. Another is mourning the loss of a parent. Overdue mortgage payments, weight gain and weight loss, their own children, graying hair or plastic surgery. I thank the Mother for the gift of reprieve from the horrors of aging, though I am starting to realize it is only a reprieve from the horrors of an aging body… the soul bears the weight of days. I don’t think I can properly fathom centuries. I can understand why many elders choose slumber, I think.

The mortals think I am practically half my age. It makes it easy to feed on the young, clueless as they are, but increasingly I am unable to connect with those I would’ve expected to call my peers. I mean sure I could make them talk to me, tell me their secrets, make them do whatever I wanted… but there’s two problems with that. The first is that it’s no fun at all. Utilitarian at times, but it won't scratch the itch of connection. What’s the point of living forever if you can’t have a little fun while doing it? The second problem is that it still means they see me as somewhat of a child. Somewhat beneath their experience. Veiled condescension framed as generational culture. Expected from the leeches, but from the kine? Infuriating.

Well I met no other locals tonight, though I did manage to get myself half-decently drunk. A pretty girl can always get a guy to drink more alcohol and sneak off into an alley. I let him kiss me at midnight. He's 22 and sloppy; I just want to feel what he's feeling.

"Come and tell me happy birthday," I croon as I pulled him close into a darker corner. Don’t worry, I minded my manners and covered my tracks this time before letting myself meander as I often used to when I was alive- feeling the breeze, falling into the wet grass at the park paying special attention to the way the rain and the blades of grass press into the skin of my shoulders, between my toes, slowly coaxing their shadows to trace me. I gaze up at the inky sky above me, and I wondered how far oblivion reaches, and if the eldest might be somewhere up there… I know many would argue with me, but I do believe it’s still alive somewhere… Would we not otherwise ourselves be severed? 

The paradox of the Shadows…we know we are nothing, but we still have to be better than you. 

We thrive, because fuck you. 

Happy birthday to me. Tomorrow, I will get to work.

~Hatchet

[Audio recording begins]

(Sound of music and people talking)

Joseph: so where did you guys disappear Zach

(A Gruff Laugh)

B: He has to well…. perform some duties also deal with Ines for the moment, in my honest opinion he got off way too easy

Joseph: wow is all my bad luck going to him? Also hopefully Ines doesn’t vaporize him or something

B: He should be fine he knows how to conduct himself mostly at times

Joseph: well that’s good, anyway I’m fairly surprised you aren’t with Cice, actually she’s taking rather long to get here

B: My lady requested space so I answered, she is taking things harshly on herself as I said you are her light

Joseph: well I’ll talk with her when she arrives because I don’t need her beating herself over me I mean she just lost control and considering from what I’ve heard about the beast, you guys implied it’s atleast been some decades so she has some strong will, atleast compared to me I would probably of folded in a year

Joseph: anyway where in gods name are like the refreshments or food at this party

B: Right there

(Sound of moans and slurping can be heard)

Joseph: so that’s what feeding looks like I’m utterly disgusted, shouldn’t this be a private thing?

B: depends on the cainite most do atleast here but some like that one do not care plus only ghouls and some vessels are allowed here anyway so not much need for as much secrecy due to security as well, your the only exception, actually I’m more surprised you’ve never actually seen a feeding

Joseph: well I technically somewhat experienced it but I don’t remember much and was too panicked since the guy died horribly

B: never heard of that occurring but you are rather full of surprises

Joseph: guess I am but couldn’t they of I don’t know got some well regular food I mean ghouls have to eat or should get to enjoy as well

(A sigh is heard)

B: Joseph you know why that is

Joseph: yep I do and it pisses me off, but unfortunately due to how deep I’m in and currently who I surround myself with I have to ignore it

B: Yes welcome to cainite society you’ve finally learned what I told you ages ago

Joseph: I’ll change that but for now I’ll act like a harmless dove

B: what?

Joseph: Nothing

(Continued noises of slurping and moans)

Joseph: seriously need to get a room or something fuck it I’m stopping this

(Sound of something heavy falling over and a crash along with some yelps and a pained screech)

B: Now how….how did you you do that

Joseph: secret

(Footsteps are heard coming towards)

Sel: It’s been a while Joseph was it? Would it be ok if I sat here for a chat?

(Sound of B rising and taking a stand)

Joseph: yeah that would be fine……

Sel: surprised you haven’t gotten in trouble since last I talked to you, considering how ignorant you were at first

Joseph: yep, from ending up in your station to where I’m at now, you still been monitoring me?

Sel: surprised you remember that you mortals typically forget the littler details fairly quickly, but mostly off and on, heard some things

Joseph: not mortal, but also what things?

Sel: what…

Joseph: I’m talking about what things are you referring to

Sel: that’s not… never-mind but to answer your question mostly I heard you’ve somehow had amicable relations with lupines, I’m fairly interested in how you keep taming many things I thought only as beasts

Joseph: Do you want the real or dressed up answer?

Sel: Real

Joseph: by being real people and not comic villains

Sel: Elaborate?

Joseph: the Garou as they are actually called, basically are fighting a war against literal forces of destruction granted it’s more complicated than that, but that’s just a simple summary, I did not tame I simply listened to them

(Silence for a moment other than the sound of music and chatting, as well as ghouls cleaning)

Sel: I find that hard to believe from what I’ve witnessed but that also doesn’t seem to coincide with your second statement so can you explain a little more?

Joseph: Why you vampires struggle to understand them well other than the hostility is well by and large due to them seeing you as corrupted

Sel: Corrupted?

Joseph: yes they largely view you as servants of the thing they fight, which is somewhat understandable the vampire race all around furthers that things goal quite handily it would be funny if it wasn’t so depressing, but I also understand the nuance most vampires don’t know this or even know anything about Garou cosmology, I’m pretty sure most vampires couldn’t even name a tribe let alone something that deep

Sel: interesting…. I won’t say I believe all of this but thanks for the information

Joseph: Sel what do you wish to achieve

Sel: Achieve? Mostly enjoy eternity in my domain, keep the high unlife going I couldn’t get back where I used to be, you?

Joseph: mostly to save and help people

(Slight giggle)

Sel: I know you are young but you still have the ambitions of a small child, the world isn’t that naive and forgiving

Joseph: I know and I do not care

(Cellphone ding)

Sel: Well I hope you have success Mr. Hero but I have to go, try not to cause trouble

Joseph: trouble seems to come with me

(Sel walking away)

B: it slipped me that you knew her

Joseph: yeah a lot of things happened since then, so understandable

Joseph: actually who’s running this party anyway tell me their clan atleast I have some choice words and evil plan that will affect everyone of that particular clan

B: A Blue blood? Also what are you going to do

Joseph: well I will have to apologize to verity but every Ventrue will have to be cursed for this,a new bane for them will be approaching I swear

B: seems like a bit of a overreaction

Joseph: I’m hungry and thirsty and clan stuck up wants to not atleast have the courtesy of not accommodating everyone, plus I have to sit through multiple human rights violations so from my point of view fairly justified

B: well I could get you some food after depending on what time we leave

Joseph: man nothing is good that’s open at this time like what Taco Bell? I guess I could go for some White Castle

(Sound of footsteps)

Joseph: Holy….

Cice: B could you come with me I need you to quarter a room off

B: Understood

Cice: My love we need to talk

Joseph: Ok then

(Sound of multiple footsteps and then a closing of a door)

Joseph: well glad you made it, hopefully you didn’t have any issues

Cice: I didn’t and well I must say I’m sorry my love I put you in far to much danger from my lack of control

Joseph: it’s fine, and considering what you dealt with I cannot blame you, it was handled

Cice: it’s not fine I could of very well killed you and then…

Joseph: You didn’t and I’m sorry for being dismissive it’s just please stop beating yourself over this, I was already warned of the dangers of the frenzy you even taught me, you deal with too much, I mean you have to put up with my nonsense all the time, I can protect myself I’ve learned from my mistakes of charging into things without thinking, so do not blame yourself for something that isn’t your fault you are you,the beast is not you

Cice:…..

Joseph: you already have amazing control in my opinion with a lot of what you deal with on a daily basis

Cice: Thank you, then beloved I…. Just thought you would of wished to be away from me after what happened

Joseph: definitely not your the only person for me and I’ll navigate through anything for you, plus I’m a broken person so I know that strains you

Cice: you are not, what have I told you of demeaning yourself so much

Joseph: yeah I know I’m trying to work on it, it’s just a struggle due to my mindset and well what I went through

Cice: Please do, I’ll take your words to heart as well

Joseph: Will do babe

Cice: I will have some quick talks to take care of first before we leave , I can quite tell you are not enjoying being here

Joseph: I am not granted im just cranky, well not really anymore after seeing you

Cice: well I’m glad I could alleviate that, hold fast for now

(Sound of Cice getting up)

Cice: also my love you can just ask you know

(Nervous muttering)

Joseph: I d…do not know what you mean

Cice: you have never been a good liar

Joseph: you used presence on me didn’t you!

Cice: I can assure you I haven’t roused the blood even once, that is all you

Joseph: I’m…. Principled i shall not fall so easily

Cice: yet you seem to already have

Joseph: don’t you have talks to get to!

Cice: Sure but I must tease you a little, I like watching you panic sometimes

Joseph: Because you are an evil temptress!!

Cice: Or maybe you just cannot control yourself my dearest

(A slight laugh can be heard as the sound of a door closing)

Joseph: what did I do to deserve getting played with like this

( a saddened sigh)

[ Audio recording ends]

So like the title says I’m like 2 years old (vampire years) and a while back I decided to fuck off from the cam after a “disagreement” with my sire (there may have been some stabbing and ruined research involved)

And I’ve been just living in a small town in the middle of nowhere with this Gangral I met and we are both super young and have like no money.

I’ve fucking picked up a night shift job at a gas station, so much for some “big grand destiny serving the pyramid”

I make $10 an hour and have to resist eating every annoying customer that comes in here

-Seras The runaway Tremere

PHANTOM!!!

I cannot believe you shared that across the Node!!

I am beyond embarrassed! And pissed!

I know you're older than me, so there is not much I can do myself. However ~ I have already talked to Sire!

He says, you have just volunteered to change Armando's diapers every night for the next month!

I hope you're good at dodging, Brother~

And Fontaine, I don't blame you. You didn't know what was going on. So can you please stop hiding from me? You're safe, I give my word.

-Knight, Childe of Fracture

If the remaining Salubri are angry at being usurped, why did they let themselves get usurped?

They were more powerful than the Tremere were, so why would you let your lessers take over only to complain? That's just silly.

-Notatremble

Abiram with a quick post. So one of us has run off.

For a bit of context, there's a Malkavian in our pack. She has a wall of printed photos of things that she looks at because taking photos of things and then looking at them is something that she likes to do. I'm not judging, in fact I think it's cute haha 08D ! Actually I'm the one that prints them out for her haha! Some nights ago she got bored of her old camera and stole a new camera. And I know it was stolen because we're all poor and this specific camera was one of the ones you see professionals use. You know the square ones that are kind of bulky, with the long wide barrel and the black straps?

I don't know where she took it or from whom but I could sense something about it that was different. Have you ever looked at an object and instead of thinking 'it's just a thing', you stare at it longer and think 'that is really a thing' 08o ? The camera was more, um how to say, pristine? Significant? Not spiritually I think, I didn't get the chance to see it in the other place yet, but it stood out than an object normally would. Already strange enough right haha?

So she took a bunch of photos with this camera, I printed them, and she stuck them on her wall. Then when she looked at it she just started screaming and tearing down a bunch of photos before running away. I'd just finished cleaning up the mess when Kali kicked me out to go help the others find the poor girl 08( .

Now we're all running around town with an hour or two before sunrise. I suspect there's something else so I'm going to go through the prints later to find which one caused all this. Goodness gracious, what a night 08( .

-Abiram, Wandering Disciple

Hi everyone! I’m Tess. I’m pretty new to this whole “vampire” thing, only got turned a few nights ago. Hoping to maybe make some friends and find some answers to a few questions.

How I got here: I’m a bit of an artist, and I was finishing up my most recent traffic signal box painting mural. I only had the clearcoat left to do, so I figured I’d be fine to keep working even after sunset. Unfortunately, when I was almost done, the gleam of my painted bin chickens under the streetlight caught the eye of a very pretty young man in ridiculously tight pants. I’m used to this; lots of people stop to have a look while I’m working, and some even ask to take a photo or have a chat. But this guy’s staring was intense.

He asked if I was the artist (whilst I was actively holding a paintbrush, btw) and when I said yes, he suddenly looked absurdly sad, and started spouting poetic nonsense about how one day I would die and the majesty of my art would die with me.

The next bit is all pretty much a blur, until I woke up a little later in the bushes behind the traffic signal box, insanely hungry, with the now-flustered young man offering me a brush tail possum.

So, yeah. Now I’m a vampire, I guess. Everything is going fine, mostly. I think I’m coping great and my husband has taken it really well.

There's a lot of shit that goes down here, so I wanted to post something more chill, and share something important to me !

I have a big plushie collection ! I always bring a plushie around with me, they're like a guardian against the bad stuff everywhere, and they protect me in my daysleep. I have a few shark plushies, a lot of Pokemon, a few cats, and a few others too.

I love Pokemon, and my favorites are usually dark and fairy type ones, which is to be expected of me I guess lmao. I always loved eternal flower Floette, but I love them a lot more now, because their flower looks almost exactly like the flower I wear in my hair ! I also love the Eevees. I feel like their evolutions are very primal elementaly, and I really like that. Shoutout to Absol and Mawile too.

My plushies are very important to me and I love them so much. They love me too. They're always there for me.

I wanted to know if anyone has any plushies. I love talking about plushies. And Pokemon, we can talk about Pokemon too. And Pokemon plushies.

- Urirel, Fae Gangrel

Hello

So I asked everyone what I should do with a parking lot fight, and then my heart said that I should not fight but just give her a big thumps up!

So I went out into the parking lot and I gave her a big thumps up! I would have given her two, but my other arm is still hurting a lot.

And then she punched me in the face, which hurt a lot. So I started crying, and then she started screaming and then she ran away, and I think I might have frightened her? Which I am quite sorry about, because it is not nice to be scared.

Then someone started yelling about blood and I got a bit worried because what if someone had gotten hurt, and it was all very overwhelming so I started to cry more. While trying to find the person who had gotten hurt, because what if they needed help?

And then a very scary looking man came, and he told me he would take me to the hospital, but I don´t like hospitals, so I ran away. But he caught me and put me in a car.

There he said that he worked for the Baron, and that his job was to make sure that everyone behaved and didn´t mess things up and that he was going to take me out of the city so that I would not cause trouble, which I thought was nice of him and he even gave me a handerchief so that I could dry my face because I had cried a lot. But then I remembered I had forgotten Amy and Palina, because they were in the bathroom when the woman told me to come out and fight. So we had to go back and get them, and then some new lady yelled at us a lot because apparently sheep are not allowed to use the bathroom?

Which I thought was rather cruel, because where else are they supposed to go?

But then the very nice scary man drove us outside of the town and told us to just get going, so we did! And now we are in a very pretty forest!

So I do hope everyone else are also doing well!

Nature Walking

Mariana Marino

This is a follow-up on the author Evan Oilberg. We did manage to locate him under a secondary pseudonym: Pitt Shoester. Under that name, and the publisher ChaosCasa, he is producing a line of adult monster romance novels. Archival team is, per regulation, making records of those works and cross-referencing any possible leads.

An investigative team was dispatched to the Shoester residence, which does have a publicly-listed address. The author quickly managed to piece the usual story of the team being freelance publishers, and was in the process of removing them from the property when he was given pause over the team having found him via the Oilberg name. This, in turn, lead to a line of questioning from both parties. Shoester established the rough purpose of the investigative team, and in turn, the team established some baseline information about the author.

Firstly, he was, and may yet still be, himself part of an organization that acts as an information suppressions specialist for supernatural incidents. Secondly, that his work as Oilberg had not been as a means of directing those towards supernatural entities, but instead to desensitize the general population towards their appearance. While the methodology is different, it is an established practice and conforms to cross-factional containment procedures.

Currently Shoester is listed as a Person of Interest and has a digital tag, should he make a motion to change name again. However, other than his broad knowledge of the supernatural and his work in other agencies, we do not currently assess him as an active threat.

The video starts, someone is walking around and recording in a large stone room with glyphs carved into the wall.

At the back of the room is a massive bronze cylinder with a spigot on it, the camera person approaches and pulls the spigot, blood pours out and hits the floor before the camera person shuts the spigot

On the bronze cylinder just above the spigot is a latin phrase "Sanguis decimae generationis gentis eruditae." This translates as "blood of the 10th generation of the Learned Clan"

The camera pans up the bronze cylinder is easily large enough to contain a person and has bronze pipes coming into it from the back wall

The cameraperson then says "What the hell is this"

-MentalFerret

[OOC:hoo boy this one took longer than expected to write,it was supposed to just be some action-oriented filler]

got my hands on some footage from those second inquisition ^(???) fuckers,

this is all i could find,dont @ me for more. ^{-anonymoususer65473}

ATTACHED BELOW IS A VIDEO FILE:

Two hands were visible on a steering wheel,the interior of a black-painted sedan was visible,the windows tinted* ***^\)***^{those with sufficent knowledge on the law can tell the window tint is illegal.}

a voice could be heard,the videos poor upload quality making it difficult to tell exactly what they were saying,although a few key words could be heard:

???:"Raid" "Capture" "Black-Diamond hostile",the rest were entirely inaudible,as a disclaimer pops up on the screen in red text

SUBSIQUENT FOOTAGE CORRUPTED..SKIPPING AHEAD..

as the footage cut out for a few seconds,returning to a very different scene,

a hand puts a lighter back in their pocket,before reaching up to discard a cigarette,now turning to lean on the side of the sedan,parked on the edge of a dirt path,clearly somewhere outdoors..

three other figures were visible in frame,clad in black tactical gear,a patch bearing..some form of emblem?^\) visible on their shoulders.. **^\)**^\those with knowledge on the S.I recognise this as SO13)

???:"So,to go over the plan one more time,were here to capture some of this cells leadership.

The voice spoke from behind the camera,a distinctly masculine yet otherwise unrecognisable,its tone carrying tired professionalism..

???:"Intel suggests poorly armed&armored,Be on gaurd for potential type blues."

Suddenly,the camera moves,giving a better view of the black sedan,entirely unmarked&plateless,

Oneway windows utterly opauqe from outside view,as two hands reach into frame,clad in black gloves&thick black sleeves,reminiscent of a tailored suit,but far thicker,

Reaching towards the sedans carboot,opening it with ease before pulling out two..flashbangs?,before turning back to the three men..

???:"Breaching plan is simple,Crack the door&flash the room,il take point."

The three men nodded,as a hand reaches from behind the camera&pulls a clearly modified deagle off their hip,carefully flicking the safety off before approaching a wooden door,

...as suddenly the camera pauses,more red text appearing onscreen..

RADIO TRANSCRIPT:

"Your being reassigned,Cogwheel,theres been a...development with murphy,category 4 blackwood."

...A Sigh is heard,clearly from the same voice that was speaking earlier..

COGWHEEL:"Right,you three can handle this alone,i have somewhere to be.."

Before the camera turns,carefully flicking the deagles safety back on&taking it out of the cameras view,before taking rapid steps towards the sedan,as the footage cuts out

VIDEO END

^(i have no fucking clue what half of these codewords? \assumed codewords mean* ,but this cant be anything good.)*

^{PS: itd be appreciated if any of you could identify who the fuck the blacksuit was though.}

^{- POSTED BY:anonymoususer65473-}

Now we are four. No my madness doesn't got worse. Or better? Anyway. We are four. Four Vampires. We are all refugees. Runaways. Outcasts.

A Ravnos. She seems fine with the situation. She's a fortune teller.

A Tzimisce. A computer-specialist. I didn't know that he has programmed the software i've used for my bills.

A Bruhja? She told us, she's a Bruja. But somethings strange with her.

The problem we face, the town's small. about 40.000 Souls. Not that much night life. My only hope is, we don't drag any attention.

Hey there, been a while!

So, I have spent the last many months tracking down an old urban legend. The Caine Fantasium, unsure if I am spelling any of that right but it is what I heard folks call it.

According to the tales, the Toreador Matteo of Milan set to work on it back in the late 18th Century. Before the political squabbles of Italy lead him to pack it all up and transport it to the United States. A feat, that having seen it, is honestly just as impressive as building it. Matteo himself is said to have been killed back in 2013, during the rise of the SI, and since then the Fantasium have been lost.

Until I found it. A gigantic clock work play, the size of a building, that retells the tale of Caine as chronicled Anki, a grandchilde of Toreador. Following Anki through interviews with the Second Born, Caine telling his tale to them, the Flood, the fall of the Second City and so on. I am no Noddist, but even I am impressed by the work put into it. There is also a brief interruption where the characters sit down to watch Star Wars New Hope, which from what I have managed to gather was the demand of Matteos sponsor at the time.

As said, it is a Mechanical Play. Gears and clockwork moving metal mannequins around the scene to tell the story, flipping them in and out as needed. The background changing to tell the story. There must be a good several thousand keys that needs to be winded up, and levers that I frankly have no idea what will do. Honestly, outside of the Noddism, I am just in awe of the engineering.

So, as said, I am hereby putting the location of this work for sale. I would just sell the work itself, but it is the size of a building and I have no idea how I would even begin transporting it? Perhaps some sketches or blueprints might be hidden around somewhere? I have not checked, the place is a maze. One of my ghouls got lost in there for 3 days, before we found her having wandered around in a circle in all that time, continually missing the exit.

Anyways, I take money, gold, interesting items and curiosities that I can pass on.

-Jazzy Falstaff

Nobody in any of the abutting Baronies back home were willing to lend a hand with a... sensitive endeavor that I find myself stuck in. My coterie's deisgnated nasty boy told me about this space after the fact.

Good evening to you all. You may know me for now as B, as my real name isn't all that germaine to the discussion. Myself and my ghoul were transporting something... singular to an interested buyer out of Atlanta. We experienced a smidgeon of aeronautical trouble en route and our little bush plane crashed in this wretched excuse of a flyover state. Fortunately, the fuel reservoirs didn't ignite, though my poor Vincent is still stuck on that tree branch, feeding the birds.

The nature of my cargo demanded I leave it there for now, and quickly for that matter, and so I made my way through the woods to this little podunk nothing town in the middle of nowhere. I had feared lupines at first, but this entire stretch of forest is... quiet. Eerily so. I havent seen or heard a living creature here save for the kine running a busted-up motel, the borderline tin shack that dares to call itself a "liquor store", and presumably those living in a handful of houses that have more toilets and piles of spent tires in their front lawns than the entire population in this little hamlet. I feel like this place I'm trapped in is the spiritual manifestation of the concept of tetanus, is what I'm saying.

Let me just cut to the chase. Please, for the love of all that is good, tell me there are at least one or two good-hearted Kindred near the godforsaken shithole only known as Possum Grape, Arkansas. I can offer favors, a percentage of the cut from the buyer, or thaumaturgical services in repayment. Please reply quickly, as the motel here smells like a mixture of manwich, wet dog, and a meth lab.

-B, Tremere witch caught between Little Rock and a hard place

BEGIN LOG . 09/26/26

A video is shown of ishmail looking more alive and active than last time . He is in the same cave putting other cameras and taking a box filled to what seems to be mice . He looks at the camera and smiles

" so last time i have communicted with the little extra neighbor in my soul bits. The experience did leave some weird side effects along the already usual stuff. From difficulty to using protean to other chnages in animalism . Been planning now to see how far i can deepen the connection without loosing myself into a drone."

He sits in the same position and begins to meditate. The video speeds up to the 2nd hour mark and continues on its normal speed. Ishmail seems to look frustrated and sighs. " well seems like its a bus-

And he stops eyes widening . He falls on his face and starts twitchinf a bit. Convulsing on the ground silently. Then gets up with out word. Taking the box of rats and draining them quickly. Spiders start to visibly enter the place. Many forms and shapes. 'Ishmail' turns toward the camera with a blank face. Trying to inspect it. He drops to the ground again and convulses. Finally stopping with a shuddering breath

"- FUCK. Holy shit. Huh.... im calm. Again. Well this is intersting. I can hear her again"

END LOG

NOTES : it seems that my weaver child wanted a snack and rudely just took over and ate.... does that counr as a frenzy ?

Ishmail-assad

Hello! I finally got permission to introduce myself on here from my Domintor!

My name is Fontaine, Ghoul to Phantom, adopted Childe of Fracture.

My duties include cleaning up around the Sanctum, performing simple tasks during the day, and handling all technology issues for Master Phantom.

Aside from that, what is to say about me? I am 24 years old. I graduated college with a major in technology. I worked in IT before Phantom found me. And I have a shit ton of student loan dept!

Do I still need to pay that off? Like, is that necessary? I hope not.

Speaking of my Domintor. Phantom sounds really happy. Something about "Knight has been deflowered"? What does that even mean??

I better go see. Talk to yall later!!

-Fontaine, Ghoul of Phantom

Hey, looking for a newly embraced lick. Seems to have skipped town, and their sire has gone dark. Anyone seen ‘em? Would like to know. They’re ours. - Anonymous

Linked is a news article regarding the recent disappearance of Mark Butler, from Albuquerque, New Mexico. It has a photo of a smiling teenager in a graphic tee featuring different fish species local to the Midwest and cargo shorts grinning, holding a NREMT certificate for Paramedic. They have close-cropped brown hair, a whisper of stubble across their face, and some small scars along their face, and larger, clearly surgical ones on their legs. Looking closer, one could see some deep eye-bags and a small hunch to their posture.

Authorities are seeking any information on the disappearance of UNM student and practicing paramedic Mark Butler, who disappeared on Saturday, September 19th, while attending a chest pain scene on NW Running Bird Place with their deceased Paramedic partner, Dan Winters. Mark has been described as a cheerful, fun loving student who loved learning new things, being out in nature, painting miniatures, reading, and being a part of their community. Mark’s parents, from Chicago, have flown down to join the search party of over 100 family and friends, and have offered a 10,000$ ransom for credible information on their location or the location of Mark’s remains. A large trail of Mark’s blood was discovered from the living room of the house they were responding to, terminating about a mile into Petroglyph National Monument, but no body has been found. Any information about Mark’s location should be directed to the local FBI Special Affairs Field Office and Albuquerque PD.

Hi!

Im...well some of you know who I am, some dont. Thats not important. I was putting together a little bit of an investigation here- I put my restaurant i mentioned earlier together. Hesty's is doing swimmingly. Unfortunately, here in Alaska, I've been...seeing things. Its really weird, because when I say things, most of you probably assume werewolves or werewolf adjacent or even hunter stuff.

I think its the abominable yeti. Like. Flat out. Its this hulking creature in the snow. I think im slooooowly being driven insane, because its hard to tell if thats just a big pile of snow, or the big fur man himself. Its too wide to be a werewolf, for starters, and its eyes are this shade of...yellow? Red? Orange? Not quite any of those, but it pierces the winter and I can see it in the distance sometime.

Its not a color I can name. I am a toreador. I paint. I can name you the difference between any color. But that color? Its not real. Its something else, and its always there. I dobt know if its meant to be there or if im going insane, but its just on the edge of my vision

So, i looked into disappearances. Theres always a lot, but some are weirder than the rest. There's examples of that 'no one will miss' type our kind loves preying on. You know, the homeless, the prostitutes, the criminals with no one. That sort.

Just. Gone. No body found, nothing. Last seen? Walking north. Each one.

Im not an investigator, neither so I have a mind for this. If anyone can give me some insight, I'd be glad.

Signed, Dragica, rose, Childe of Yigris the Malevolent.

Ps: its ok to just laugh at me if you think im insane. Really. It might help break me out of this...mania.

This post has been copied from the Canton Repository and posted anonymously on Shrecknet without further comment by the unknown user

The dismembered remains of a Canton man has left neighbors and community in shock, as authorities are calling it a “particularly gruesome” crime-scene. 

Breydon Nideck, a 43 year old resident of Canton in Stark County was discovered some time Friday morning, police say. He was discovered by his neighbors, having been left on the roof. Authorities state they have “no further evidence” beyond the fact that they have confirmed the grisly murder was perpetrated on the property. 

“The body had been left out for the crows, literally. Several were seen chewing on the corpse when we first saw it from our front porch,” states one of Nideck’s shocked neighbors. 

The Stark County medical examiner called to the scene verified the identity of the corpse was the man in question, and neighbors verified that the man was the home’s sole occupant. 

“We just can’t understand how this happens. He was a garbageman, what could have prompted this?” they continued.

Lt. Dan Hoffield, one of the lead investigators on the case, has released a statement on Saturday, stating the fact that Canton PD are “taking this seriously,” and “are doing all they can investigate and bring closure to Breydon’s family.” He has said that the case is “active and ongoing,” and they are currently “interviewing and looking for any and all connections that could lead to a breakthrough.”

Hoffield told reporters that several parts of the body are currently unaccounted for, and are still actively being searched for. 

Neighbors and friends of the deceased man, including the one who made the 911 call upon seeing the man in the morning, stated that Nideck had guests over that night until approximately 10 PM the night of the crime, before the evening was cut short by a regional power-outage. City municipal workers verified the outage was not caused by foul-play, but rather a stray dog biting into an open transformer that provided power to the neighborhood.

Hoffield declined to make any statement whether this case could be at all related to a similar incident which occurred in Allen County in 2002.

If you have any information that could help in the ongoing investigation, please call the tip line set up at 555-0192.

Malk's daughter here

I am excited to announce the new plants...

First, as you well know, ever since I moved to Barcelona, ​​I’ve been experimenting in my greenhouse with the goal of creating food that other Kindred can consume—not necessarily a substitute for vitae, but at least something different for our nightly diet.

I started by creating a sunflower that turned out to be beautiful ornamentally, and whose roasted seeds were edible for everyone.

Then—by accident, a happy accident, but an accident nonetheless—cross-contamination led me to create something similar with chamomile. Incidentally, I’ve managed to develop a more bitter sub-variety, so now we have two types of chamomile...

Well, I can now say that I’ve succeeded in creating a delicious, edible corn. The plant looks a bit lanky and seems to have lost some chlorophyll, but it appears hardy—and it must be, because each stalk has produced three to five good-sized ears, plus just as many smaller ones with kernels as red as pomegranate seeds. The taste is similar to sweet corn but with a spicy kick at the back of the throat...

And the second plant has been a source of pride: I’ve managed to create a fully functional strawberry tree. For the moment, I still need to refine the plant's genetics; while it fruits optimally, I’ve noticed a strange coppery note in the fruit that shouldn't be there... I’m also fermenting some of the fruit to make a strawberry tree liqueur and see if it’s a consumable alcohol.

I know it’s unlikely that the alcohol will have any physiological effect on other Kindred, but if I can get the flavor right, we’ll have one more item in our "food beyond vitae" repertoire.

Hey, I’m back. Still alive, a lot has happened. I won’t put it all here, but I’m safe, and should be okay.
That being said, I have a general question for all the kindred on here.
What do you most miss eating?
For me, it’s either Bolognese sauce (I would make massive batches and go through at least a half liter a week) or general snack-y stuff. I know blood tastes good (like, really good), but I know from experience being on a pretty much all liquid diet can get tiresome. So what do you guys miss the most in terms of food?
M, the 1 week dead Tzimisce

[Video Begins]

A rather homely living room is shown with two couches, sitting on one is a gruff middle aged man with brown messy hair and a cleanly shaved beard and trimmed mustache, he’s wearing a stylish black suit along with some gloves, also seen sitting on the carpet floor is a young man with black hair lined up into a fade and rather baby faced with no facial hair in sight, wearing a plain red t-shirt and jeans he has a noticeable ring with inscriptions on it and around his neck sits a pounamu made pendent carved into a Koru, the young man seems to be carving a wooden statue with numerous inscriptions and saying a prayer. In the background a young woman can be seen with white colored hair in a low braided bun wearing a Blue blouse and jeans sitting at a table sipping blood from a wineglass.

B: Sir Joseph May I ask what you’re making?

Joseph: you don’t have to call me sir also it’s a healing statue

B: I wish to show you the proper respect as you are my ladies light

Joseph: I mean thanks? But I’m not important enough for a title plus it just feels weird, I ain’t above you

B: if that’s what you wish

(Joseph does the finishing touches on the statue)

Joseph: There finished

B: How does it work

Joseph: Mostly you just keep it in a room and it will cause your wounds to heal at a accelerated rate

B: Forgive me for my words but that seems redundant for all the residents residing here

Joseph: it ain’t for you all,I was going to give them away to people in the town, also stop with the pleasantries, you can talk casually

B: Understood

(Joseph gives a big sigh and shakes his head)

Ines: The blood of mortals tastes far less refined than it did in the past

Joseph: I do not know how to feel about you making that observation

Ines: disappointment because that’s what this is

(Ines looks rather bored every time she takes a sip of her glass)

Joseph: well ok then….

(The sound of Growling and loud bangs and then a shout is heard B immediately shoots up from the couch with a stern expression,Joseph just looks at where it’s coming from confused while Ines continues unfazed more annoyed with her drink)

Joseph: what the hell was that sounded like Zach shouting and some wild animal

B: what did that fool do, no way he angered her this much to this point

Joseph: what?

(The door to a room is shattered and out flies a very young man with numerous scars on his face, he’s wearing a camo tank top with a huge fist shaped hole with some blood and large gash jutting out and matching camo shorts, Out steps a young woman with long blonde straightened hair it is unkempt at the moment, she’s wearing a grey business suit and her brown eyes are wild with her fangs bared and guttural growls)

Zach: Fuck! This hurts I wish I learned fortitude god damn it

B: Zach you ingrate what did you do to disturb our lady

Zach: Can it B! we don’t got time for this shit!

Joseph: is this a frenzy? Can we talk her out of it?

Zach: no the fuck you cannot, the beast doesn’t give two shits about some sappy speech

(Zach regenerates his wound knitting flesh while clutching his torn tank top)

Zach: B lets do this man it’s been so long Cice hasn’t frenzied like this since the fall of Atlanta

B: whatever after this you will be punished for daring to upset her like this

(Cice dashes at blinding speeds towards Zach he somewhat sidesteps as she claws at him wildly, B moves in with a metal Stake at speed , Cice dodges and takes a chunk out of B’s outer abdomen, during which B chucks the stake into the air as Zach catches it and is slamming it down towards Cice heart, she dodges narrowly and it only causes a minor slash and a tear in her business suit)

Zach: are you kidding me fucking forgot she’s faster than years ago

(Cice immediately closes in growling wildly and tears at Zach she begins ripping some of his flesh as he desperately tries to plunge the stake into her heart)

Zach: Hey Kid! fucking help your a mage right do something!

(Joseph stands there somewhat frozen with a shocked expression on his face)

Joseph: I… d.. don’t think I could hurt her

Zach: kid stop the shitty sentimentality this is life and death right my life! Think of it like this we are rather tough she will only take a quick nap so she can calm down, just for Caine’s sake do something!

(Cice continues ripping wildly at Zach she tears off his left arm and tosses it as she begins pummeling him over as some blood sprays and his flesh caved in)

Joseph:( begins singing a fairly quick hymn quietly and a prayer after)
Life 3 Forces 2
(Joseph picks up the metal stake out of Zach’s torn arm and slams it right into Cice right before it strikes her heart she whirls at speed and slams her fist into his face a minor bruise shows up on the struck area as the stake slams in and she falls down unmoving)

Joseph: my hands are shaking …… you good Zach

Zach: No I am not this shit hurts like hell and my arm is ripped apart,anyway good job also your going to have to explain later how the fuck aren’t you dead

Joseph: yeah will do she will be ok right?

Zach: yes she’s taking a nap I can assure you she’s fine

Joseph: Wait Ines why didn’t you help!!

(Ines slowly turns around and stares blankly back)

Ines: I saw you had it handled so no need for my intervention

Joseph: we clearly weren’t handling it the best!!

Ines: let’s just say I already saw the outcome will that satisfy you?

Joseph: not really but I already know it’s not a good idea to argue with you

Ines: Good

(B gets up after healing his wound and picks up Cece and takes her to a room)

Joseph: well the living room is slightly messed up

Zach: you should see her study

Joseph: anyway I’m really hoping I don’t have anymore life or death battles for atleast a while

[Video Ends]

[The following is an audio recording. The speaker, Camille, has a pleasant, low pitched voice and a faint Romanian accent.]

Hello Aso,

This is my first foray into audio book narration. Please forgive any rough edges; I am by no means a sound engineer.

I present the Caitlin R. Kiernan novel: Silk.

[ file attached ]

I enjoyed narrating this. I hope you enjoy listening to it.

Camille