Berlin by Night

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Mid-October, 1993

The old Volkswagen pickup rattles and teeters as it lumbers down the rugged dirt road; Moonlight beams onto the rusted and cracked exterior and reflects in the round and empty eyes of the headlights that are not presently operating – as if the lack of lights might lend stealth to the creaking groans of the bouncing truck.

Within the cab a large, broad-shouldered man seems intent on the road ahead; his two most striking features would have to be the lack of a left arm and the hellish red glow of his eyes. Perhaps even more frightening would have to be the mass of fur and tusks on the seat beside him – the great boar’s head noses out the window, the wind sweeping over the dirty, razored short furs of snout and upper body that pokes into the chilly night air.

The driver’s crimson gaze shifts to his grunting and snorting passenger, a look of concern and uncertainty crossing his thickly bearded face before his focus returns to the fog-shrouded fields and road that lie ahead of him. It was the type of night that puts one on edge; the fog that always seems to linger over this cold place seemed to seep into the truck and touch him like icy fingers, and the landscape seemed to be changing, decaying, as if he had driven through once-fertile lands straight into some abyssal painting. It felt… Wrong.

“Easy Gage, we’re almost through it,” he comments to his side-kick, though the words do nothing to soothe the agitated boar or the driver himself.

He frowns at the sight to his left – the wall of trees give way to a barren and fallow field stripped of all but weeds and the frame of an old water tower. Thick fog swirls and rolls over the field like some misty midnight tide, slicing through the razor wire that cordons off the plot of land and it hangs like a death shroud over the decayed, limbless and barkless trees that stand like ghostly white sentinels over the barren land.

Within the truck the driver is speaking again, a whisper of words calmly mumbling over his lips as if in rote; the steady flow of Latin verse is repeated once, then again, seeming to occupy the driver and lend some measure of comfort – though the comfort seems an outward affection at best and is belied by the action of his single hand leaving the steering wheel long enough to retrieve an old shotgun and rest it across his lap.

With the firearm within easy reach the truck rolls onward, picking up speed and roaring through the moon-lit fog, causing the banks of misty air to froth and churn in its wake; driven with a determination to get somewhere – or to get out of somewhere – in a hurry. The truck bounds on. The creaking of axles and rusted steel clang through the fog while the grunts of the boar are swallowed by the night. From within the darkened cab the sound of Latin verse grows louder.

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Local Businessman found shot in Car

At 4:15 AM Thursday morning police found the
body of local businessman and philanthropist,
Detlef Boedker, dead behind the wheel of his
auto. The police suspect foul play but no
information was forthcoming.
Mr. Boedker is survided by his ex-wife Marla
and his two sons Wilhelm and Karl. He is
known for his contributions to many local
youth charities and to programs to keep
teens off the streets.
Police spokesman Heinrich Frauch asks that
anybody with information contact the investigators
at Berlin Polizei station, Treptow.

Nov. 29, 1992

Rochus pauses midway between the Egyptian Museum and Charlottenberg Palace and with a sigh he glances down at the number scrolling across his humming pager. He pushes a hand through his curly brown hair, adjusts his glasses then continues walking onward. His walk is as casual and unassuming as always as he continues forward, but he can be heard to mutter to himself, “I’d better see to this.”

Once below Prince wilhelm’s Palace he makes for your conference room and uses the open phone line found within; after dialing and waiting a few moments you can hear as his frustrated voice carries into the hall through the partially closed doors.

“Look, I’ve already told you that I have no sway in the District Attourney’s Office or the city police…”

He pauses as if listening to the speaker on the other end of the line, and when he speaks again his voice has softened considerably.

“Hey, I am truly sorry about your father, but losing loved ones has to be an accepted part of your new existance.”

Again there is a pause with the Ventrue filling in a quick, “Yes I understand.” And “I am aware of that also.”
He concludes the phone call in a tone that suggests that he wants no further part of this topic at any time.

“Berlin is a big, dangerous city and I’m sure that there very well may be a serial killer walking the streets – probably more than one. But the fact that this psycho is targeting the homeless and the destitute leads me to believe that he is not one of us, I think you’re on the wrong path here. Now, please accept this as my final word on the topic. If you want to pursue this avenue then please look elsewhere for assistance. Goodbye Madame.”

With the phone call finished he exits the conference room, using his keys to bolt and lock the door behind him. He then tells any loitering in the hall to get to their rooms as the sun will soon be up. He then walks briskly down the hall to his own apartment.

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Fräulein Faust -vs- Nov 18, 1992

The door chime rang. My sire paused then went back to her teachings. Moments later an underling asked permission to enter the room. She waves him over. He hastenly moves to her side and whispers in her ear. I have to giggle inside how they sometimes forget the monsters with immaculate power we are and such things as whispering is a mortal clutch they preserve. I can forgive their forgetfulness as Tremere are refined and exact creatures one tends to forget they are with immortals. The underling scurries away and my sire continues to finish the lesson at hand. She informs me a car is here to transport me to elders within the city. I notice her pause (very hard to pick up) with watchful observant eyes. At that instant I remember lesson one Tremere bow to no clan. I get ready and ask to be pardoned. As I walk away I think I can feel my sire smiling inside (something she has not done for a very long time) as she notices I do not rush, but move with grace and elegance.

As the car reaches the destination I quickly learn that not only will I be meeting elders, but both Princes. As I enter the room with both Princes being present several observations come to pass. First is the lack of formality of meeting Princes without sires present. Secondly this seems like a cloak and dagger child’s type of game. Both of these observations explain to me why the Camarilla is so up in arms by what the hell is going on in this city. Both Princes match exactly what the stereotypes are saying about them. Which begs an even bigger question what the hell is truly going on in Berlin?

Art?? I get the importance of it, but do you really want peoples first day on the job to be something this important if it means that much to you?? Apparently throwing a hog poge of rookies at it raises more questions to me than if somebody actually stole it. Time will tell.

Fräulein Faust vs Leadership
Dec 7, 1992

Who stole this? I want this returned to me no me no me. The back and forth between the two Princes is priceless. I understand this is most likely a pissing match between both of them, but for being such elegant ancient monsters they almost appear as children fighting over toys. This is my mental note as to why the Ventrue lead and the Tremere have no part of it. Why waste countless centuries over pissing matches when you could be harnessing the power of your true potential instead.

So some art was stolen. Looks like the m8’s that did it were pretty well rehearsed and focused for the job at hand. Did a pretty decent job at not leaving any loose ends, but ends are always left loose during a crime you just need to know where to look to find them. Why did they bring so many for such a physically small heist? Why did they select the specific date and time of their choosing? The list can go on forever the important thing is to get answers to all questions and start building the framework of the crime and then apply the puzzle pieces to it. We should determine shortly the size of the framework for this crime.

Fräulein Faust vs Freedom
Jan 18, 1993

Getting the Princes blessing to stay in the city, now that shows me it looks like I am on the right track. Just keep this minor step from going to my head (ego) and continue moving forward still remains to be my plan. Keep remind myself where I fit into the food chain helps keep me in perspective. I do not see the Princes as such children anymore now I am getting a grasp of their workload and level of responsibility to the city. Stay quiet stay small and be lucky to claim small victories wherever I can. I do not think I should shoot for vast victories until I gain the experience on how to handle the little ones. I think back and I truly believe my parents would be happy for me even though they would not understand much of it if any at all. Knowing I honored them before Prince Gustav I think would have meant a lot to them that I took that chance. Now it is just time to see what I can do with myself.

Fräulein Faust vs Thaumaturgy protocol
Jan 22, 1993

Now that one of the “bad guys” has been apprehended the real work starts for the Tremere clan. The blood research on the victim who decided to fuck with the mighty city of BERLIN. We will drill so far back on this offender we will be able to tell who is great grand-sire is. Not to mention all his blood bound pawns will be mapped out for us. I will admit this guy was extremely elusive and it took a lot of different resources that the group was to assemble and put together. In the end we found a way to get it done and we nailed it as close to perfection as possible. I should be able to have the steatites generation so we know what option we have available to us for questioning and either we have if is a thrall to another kindred. This guy proves to be slippery so we have no idea in kindred terms if he is efficient at this or not.

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Kord's Log
Kord AdventureLog

A limo was sent by to pick me up today. Wish I had some warning, I was going to meet both Princes! I could have slicked my hair back, and got gussied up.
Apparently there is a whole slew of new licks waiting for approval from the Princes. There was one from each clan, except two Brujah, and no Ventrue. The Princes want us to protect some Egyptian bust, from some thieves. There seems to be some possibility they are snake vampires. They gave us a Ventrue advisor(not surprised), and he named Heinrich(Tor.) as our spokesman/leader. We spent the next hour brainstorming, jotting down questions, and equipment requests. Probably mostly for naught, since we haven’t even seen the friggin display yet, but it helped us get to know each other. Perhaps some bonds are even forming. We’ll need it! This crap is going to take teamwork.

Nov. 30, 1992
We were at the Museum for a week and a half, though it seemed longer. Met some important Kindred, and got a small taste of what interaction with them will be like. It went with very few hitches. We are now taking the bust(real or fake) through the subway tunnels into East Berlin, where we will be free from it, and hopefully accepted by the Princes. We must bring it to a succesful conclusion, or die trying. It stinks of politics to me, and I don’t like it.

Dec. 7, 1992
Finally the bust is deliverded to East Berlin. We had to use brawn, as well as subterfuge. Our reward is to be ordered to find stolen artwork(from West), and bring it to the East. No matter our decision, some elders on one side will be pissed. We have stepped in a big pile of politics. On top of all this, our succes with the bust, was lessened by a major rule breakage fighting in the subwasy tunnels.

Dec. 8, 1992
We have caught the security guard responsible for the stolen artwork. He was a pawn. Only time will tell if we can catch the real thiefs. I hope we fail. If not the West elders will be upset with us. I have given my word to bring the artwork to East Berlin(even if we were coerced into doing this), and will stick to it. If we recover it I will do my best to return it to the East.

Dec. 10, 1992
We may have made a mistake making deals the way we did. We are still flailing around trying to recover the Egyptian artwork. Not much success. The last couple of nights my flailng has been some of the most inept yet. We failed at Habibs. We failed with Donnerson. And we failed,( or so it would appear) though not through our own fault, we had some failure with Remy Martin.

Dec 28, 1992
Through sneaking, prying, and a juicy handout of info. we were able to capture Habib. There was a brief fight at the airport. Habib was questioned as well as beat, and had little to tell. We were given permission by Prince Vilhelm to use lethal force if necessary. I gave him 5 minutes to talk or he would die. He called my bluff. I was not bluffing.

Dec. 30, 1993
We took one of Habibs retainers as a source of info. Garrick has fed him twice, so he is very compliant. He has led us to an old war bunker far outside of Berlin. This old abandoned bunker has been the scene of many sacrificail rituals. We have killed the few gaurdians/janitors, as well as finding a very expensive as well as old (sacrificail?) dagger.

Jan. 16, 1993
A little time for some personel matters. The coterie did not get together much. As a side note, the dagger we uncovered in the bunker is thought to be magical. Garrick has tested the dagger on some innocent people. How much better than the original usage is this? Moron.

Feb. 10-13, 1993
Rasputin has asked us to help the Nossies. We captured a pair of combatants in the subway tunnels for him. Apparently they have been screwing with his clan. He is happy and says his clan would be happy to help us in the future.

We met with Timor. The two we captured for Rasputin were Timors men. He is unhappy with us. We must help with Turkish gang activity to attempt to make ammends.

Helping elders seems to get us in trouble. At the very best it seems to be a two edged sword. We are all bleeding badly.

Feb. 14-15, 1993We have followed some high ranking Turk gang members. Or rather attempted. If I was not involved it would be comical. Somehow we stumbled and bumbled our way to save Stefans retainer Baur from an assaination attemp by said gang members. Stefan is happy with us.

Feb. 16, 1993
I need a drink. attempting to do something about the Turk gang and talk Garrick out of his impulsive actions has been very trying. As a coterie our actions affect each other. I used to think Garrick didn’ understand this. I now feel he does not care.

We captured a high ranking gang memeber. It makes me feellike I am being pulled several ways. I gave my word to Timor, and would like to stand by it. But Garrick has told all to Peter Kleist, and this is going on in the West, so to get access to this area he mustbe brought to him. Arty has said several times failure would mean his death by Timor. I can’t have that. I didn’t see a way out until I was told the West only needed blood. Whew! A comprimise! Timor got the bodies, Peter got the blood.

As I write we are now awaiting judgement from Prince Vilhelm and the primgen. I had recieved incorrect information. There was no cxomprimise. Both sides wanted the bodies, and Artys life was not at stake. This is the deepest we have been in it. The West is VERY upset with us. I have been misled often these last few nights, and largely because of it may not survive.

Make it a double.

Feb 20, 1993
Our punishment from the Primogen of the West was fair, and possibly even life saving. Each of us must serve a Primogen member for one year. I was stuck with the Brujah Dieter. This primogen meeting was my first time speaking to him. Not sure what to expect. A fucking Brujah? Hope I don’t get dragged to one of these raves I’ve heard of. Too much potential for violence and frenzies. At least it was not Maxwell.
After meeting with Dieter, it seems as if my responsibilities will fall under servent or security guard. There was a whole list of shit to do. Fuck! At least I’m not serving Maxwell!

November 19, 1993
We were on temporary release from our servitude with our respective elders. This I believe was with a little nudging from Prince Vilhelm. The reason for this mini vaca? To find my sire Lentz, who has disapeared apparently somewhere in Lubars district.

November 21, 1993
After searching, and asking questions, dealing with a fallen priest, fighting some type of demon(?) monster, we have recovered my sire. He is in torpor, but luckily not dead.

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