Victor calls on the blood to help him find Ordonio. His shot connects, but just barely. "After this, I need to get to a firing range."

Sorrin chuckles before calling out, "Quality over quantity I believe. Simply ask the Spartans or Sun Tzu." Then blinking, he activates his heightened senses before slashing at Ordonio's figure.

(Success margin of 2)

Misha 0 margin

Alessandra continues her assault!

(Margin 3 :D)

Sorrin also keeps up the attack on the older vampire, leaving a noticeable gash on his torso.

(Critical success margin of 6)

Alessandra tries striking at him again, but her blade barely connects. He’s now got a mean paper cut!!

(Margin 1:c)

Victor once again calls upon the blood and is only able to barely hit. "Yep, I need to go to a range."

Hanging by a thread, Ordonio begins to reel. Not even remotely vampiric anymore, his form, while shadowy, wavers as the damage he has taken takes it's toll. The immediate darkness clears and his shadowy being begins to retreat.

Noticing that their target was attempting to escape, Sorrin flips the hold on his longsword and then pulls it back like a javelin. Letting it fly at the back of the shadowy figure, it plunges into it's darkness pinning it to the floor. With that done, Sorrin lets out a sigh before retrieving the chalice and looking over to his friends as he walks towards the shadow. "I say that about wraps it up, no?"

"Yes. Completing this mission took all I had, physically and mentally. Let's get out of here and return the chalice so that we can get some rest. And a shower, considering that we've spent the night trudging through just about every bodily fluid a human can make."

Alessandra cleans her dagger with a grimace. "I agree with Victor. A shower is much needed... And a cuddling session."

"That also sounds nice."

Alana nods, frowning slightly at the bruises along her form. "Yeah... I think I'm done for a bit. Yeesh. Damn cultists." As the others gather themselves and begin to leave, Alana approaches Misha off to the side and offers her a smile. "Sorry I wasnt much help during the battle. You did great. I think I may need to invest in some lessons with you, yeah? If you're willing to teach me?" She gives Misha a hopeful smile.

"Nonsense, do not be curilidelous." Misha shoo'ed away the idea, smiling at her. "You are always a help to Misha, even eef you do not theenk so, Alana. Misha hef much respect for you - of course, eet would be pleasure to train you. Won't be first time, Misha can help you. Eet ees honor. I weel do eet." she promised, smiling at you. She was genuinely happy you were ok. "Your wounds weel heel nicely, do not worry, you weel be as beautiful as you always are. And when Misha ees done with you.." she made a face of warning, and smiled, "..even more beautiful."

Alana nodded gratefully and smiled at Misha. "Thank you. I could really just use the strength sparing experience. But feel free to challenge me however you see fit. I'm sure we could all use some rest first though."

Victor thinks for a moment as the Coterie goes towards their next destination. "Should we enjoy ourselves a little before we go home? I know that it hasn't been too long since the last time we took a vacation, but we just ran through a bunch of psychos as well as almost every bodily fluid that a human could produce, so I think we should treat ourselves."

Ordonio's shadowy form dissipates into the ground - back to the Abyss whence he came, leaving one of Sorrin's blades covered in inky fluid. Beside the noise of crackling fires, the entire warehouse went quiet, and the candles were suddenly all extinguished. Misha took out her flashlight and stood guard. Physically, she looked ok, but had an almost vacant look on her face, mentally exhausted. Sorrin took the chalice, and we left, weary, out of the warehouse and back to hand the chalice over to Gerushah and the Ashirra.

We had won many friends that night, even if it was the Islamic vampires of Sevilla and the Taifa Gangrel. Without the Chalice, the satanic ritual of the Angellis Ater was thwarted. We spent the night cleaning and collapsing into our day sleep, tired. The next night back home, Prince Williams was more than pleased with our success and the job was considered complete. Our experience with the Ashirra, Gerushah, and the Chalice awarded us 7xp each. We were happy to be home again.

Recovered from the journey, Misha kept her word and when everyone was back to normal, the Russian love muscle kept her word with Alana and got her into better shape, fulfilling her request to learn how to fight a bit better.

(More to come, super busy today..)

When they returned to the mansion, they were all promptly greeted by Harold who had done away with the Christmas decorations, the mansion now back to its former glory and interior design, with just a few minor tweaks here and there. Among the greetings, he pulls Victor aside and slips a hand into his jacket pocket to pull out an envelope addressed to him, handing it to the other, then signing. "This was delivered a day after you all had gone. I am unsure who the sender is, but it smells of perfume. An admirer perhaps?" 

As to not be nosy, Harold gives Victor a nod and helps Alessandra bring her bags to her room.

Victor was happy to see the mansion again and even happier to see Harold again. He was surprised to see him pull out a letter, especially since Victor didn't have friends outside of the Coterie. "Thank you Harold." He signs. "I'm curious to see who gave it to me now." When Harold departs with Alessandra, he opens the letter and begins to read it. His eyes grow big as he scans the paper. "Oh wow. This was unexpected." Victor heads up to Alessandra's room and knocks on her door. When she opens it, he offers her the letter to read. "Do you remember when I told you about how I haven't had contact with my sire outside of texts? Well she sent this to me the day after I left." 

The letter:

My Dear Victor,

I'm sure that you didn't expect to be reading this letter. After all, we have been content to converse via text for all these years. But I saw how happy you looked and sounded in those last few messages you sent me, you and your friends at Niagara Falls and celebrating the holiday together. It makes me happy to see you around people that bring out the best in you, the man that I knew was there when I chose to Embrace you all those years ago. I would like to meet these friends of yours. I hope that I am allowed to do so and eagerly await your response.

Sincerely, Priscilla Claremont

The letter is written in cursive and the style of penmanship that she used doesn't look like it comes from this era. "I'm showing it to you because I thought that you might be interested. And because this is your house and I wouldn't think about bringing her here without your permission."

Alessandra quietly reads the letter to herself while walking to her vanity, her free hand wrapping her silken robe around her body tighter before sitting down in front of the mirror. She sets aside the letter to begin brushing her hair as she speaks. "I wouldn't be particularly thrilled with you bringing her to our haven without asking me first, so thank you for showing me that respect," She starts. "I suppose we could have her over for a night, see what she truly wants. I doubt all she wants to do is 'meet us', there's something more to it. Whatever it is. Just keep your guard up, my dear." She sets down her brush and looks at Victor via the reflection in the mirror. "Understood?"