I visited the armoury. There were pikes, swords and clubs of various descriptions. Useful for the militia but of no…
The Mycroft Journals Entry 008: The right weapon for the right hunt
I woke next evening in the cell Prince Emrick had provided us. Pangs of hunger gnawed at me however, shortly…
The Mycroft Journals Entry 007: Wings of Black Feather
Ettori swung at the Priest, a powerful if inaccurate strike. Retaliating, the Priest brandished his cross at us in defiance…
The Mycroft Journals Entry 006: The Errand
We were led into one of the Prince’s sanctums. We were joined by Dandrain, the bald man with the staff…
The Mycroft Journals Entry 005: The Brujah Dialogues
I didn’t see the dog in or near my territory again. I have recently learned, and perhaps should already have…