Dark Ages Vampire - Bloodlines
Game Master Dennis Harry

Lorenzo, feeling energized by the sip, and at Dr. Benne's urging, finishes his glass of "wine". "Anything more unusual than a man crumbling to dust as he dies, no. Something else odd, certainly. The man seemed to be interested in a crate. I took a look into the crate to ease my own curiosity, and found a large amount of religious paraphenalia and a large number of sharpened chair legs."

Dr. Benne looks a bit dismayed for a split second then his face is impassive again.

"So it would seem that there are other witch hunters here besides your acquantaince. The question now becomes who is the mystery figure which Narses' agent met with before his demise? There is a good chance that figure will recruit others. We must find them.

First though I will assign you to your first task. You must convince this Signore Volkov that the death of Hans is due to some natural cause. I will leave it to you to determine how best to do so. I wanr you not to arouse his suspicion as he is likely a very dangerous man. I will return in two nights time to check on your progress. Is there any other question you wish to ask of me before I take my leave?"

The Captain smirks, "Not long now. Come I will go across with you and make introductions. After that we will part ways. I trust that you have found my service and hospitality to your satisfaction and perhaps we can meet again in the future".

With that said he heads towards the black ship and steps onto the gangplank lowered by his crew. What do you do?

You step onto the black ship and are greeted by a small entourage of men. One is a Spaniard like Captain Domingo wearing a flamboyant hat with two cutlasses sheathed on each hip. Three others are dressed in robes the likes of which you would no doubt see in Egypt each holds a hooded lantern giving off just enough light to see by.

The last figure wears a dark cloak and hood. His hands are covered in tattoos, he is dark skinned and about your height.

The Captain addresses him, "Lord Sadir I present to you Signore Michele Querini Councilor of Venice as you requested".

Sadir stares at him then at you then back at the Captain. "He is not as I requested. He is injured Captain Domingo. Do you care to explain why thus is the case?"

The Captain clears his throat, "There was a misunderstanding over a card game. Such things happen on pirate ships my Lord".

"Bring the man that injured Mr. Querini to this ship. Then be on your way. The payment had already been loaded on your vessel".

The Captain opens his mouth to object and one of the men with a lantern turns to him, "You may stay in this man's place if you object".

The Captain shuts his mouth and nods heading back to his ship and calling out in Spanish likely for his crew to produce the easterner.

Sadir turns to you again, "Walk with me Mr. Querini, I am sure you have many questions feel free to ask away". The three hooded figures move with you while the other man heads towards the front of the ship.

He stops at the back of the ship looming over a trap door. Gesturing to one of the hooded figures to open it. As it opens a horrible smell turns your nose, sounds of moaning and despair from people rise out of the hole. "I am to deliver these whores to the city, to a Tavern named Greetings. Obviously slavery is outlawed in your Republic so I will need you to call in all of your favors to see to it that the delivery is not questioned or even glanced at by Venetian authorities. For this I believe your personal presence wad required. Do you understand now?'

Sadir smiles at your last comment, "Would you prefer male or female?"

Make a Humanity check difficulty of 7.

As Dr. Benne begins to leave, "How soon will you teach me the way to bring my Constancia back?" he asks eagerly.

With that said Dr. Benne takes his leave.

"Donnach I knew yad be up fer a late night an a trip tah tha country in tha morrow. I always say God helps em who helps emselves."

Donnach leans into you and whispers in Gaelic, "What are we goin ta this warehouse fer anyway? Can't we just talk about the pipeweed on the morrow when we see the plot?"

Sadir brings you below deck to quite nice quarters. His attendants remain above. He gestures for you to sit as he pours a glass of wine for you both. "To our new partnership". What do you do?

As you drink you realize that you are condoning treating people like chattel you try to push the feeling down but it simply stays on your mind. Lose 1 Humanity.

If you prefer I can see him later on....

I have no preference at all, just an NPC being curious is all :-)

Sadir smiles, "Have a few more glasses my friend, I would be willing to bet that the properties of this will have a most beneficial effect on your injuries".

How many glasses will you drink?

"Sorry I am late, I had a terrible fight with my brother. But I am looking forward to tonight. I am so glad you don't have work tonight.

The restaurant is quaint but certainly not top notch. Then again this man is a guardsman so it is likely that his pay does not rival that of a merchant.

"Yes I am glad as well. It is a rare thing to have time off but my Captain granted me such leave to pursue this opportunity with you. Work must not stand in the way of romance no? Tell me Signora Volkov are you here on a permanent basis?"

He is also quite interested in the current political affairs of the city. You pique his interest when you tell him about the rivalry between the Pope and the Doge it seems he was not aware of the development.

Do you want to toss out any questions before you are done for the evening.

Sadir turns to you as the dawn approaches, "It is time for you to retire to your own quarters my friend. I will see you on the morrow". As Sadir finishes speaking one of hs attendants retrieves you to lay down in your own room.

When you wake in the morning all of your wounds from the knifefight are healed. Add 3 blood points and one dot of Potence to your character sheet.

Michael gazes at Renaldo in anticipation of a response
Is the Grand Council Public knowledge?

Yep Grand Council rules the Republic, very public knowledge.