And…Stuff

The morning was full of unexpected moments, but the one that won out was Griselda storming out of Diego’s room wearing nothing but a blanket. She immediately went to Seamus and slapped him. Strangely, it was one of most feminine things they’d ever seen her do. They would have normally expected a punch. Her face was mostly a mask, but she seemed angry and hurt to Seamus and Angeline, both of whom were good at reading such things. She then took off for her barracks. The others muttered about what might have happened while Angeline kept her mouth shut. Seamus, guilt-ridden, waited for just a moment before chasing after her. Diego came out a bit after and also left in the direction of the Wolf barracks. Upon arriving at the barracks, Seamus was stopped by the guard at the door. The man asked what Seamus’ business was and Seamus began to describe, in elaborated detail, the events of the evening. In the meanwhile, Diego took the opportunity of the distraction and walked inside.
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Our heroes had all gathered to meet up for breakfast. It was a typical Eisen spread with sausage being the headliner on the table. The rest was cheese, bread, and some fruit spread. For beverage they provided beer, something that was still relatively strange to most of the group, and wine, something very familiar to most of the group. Grisha was more than happy to eat a fourth of the fare himself. Everyone else ate until Matteo was finally able to join them. He apologized that Vittoria couldn’t make it. She was apparently off with some new set of friends, enjoying the finer things in life. When they asked Matteo what was going on, he seemed willing to provide some new information about Vodacce, but nothing that probably couldn’t be figured out by most people who listened at the docks. The Calligari family had started a war with the Villanova. The non-Vodacce in the room didn’t think much of it, but those from the southern country seemed in shock. What on Theah had gotten into the Calligari?
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As mentioned in an email, I’ve had a very distracting week and I have to admit I’m getting to this later than I would like and without any notes. I know I’m missing stuff so feel free to fill in the gaps.

Our heroes sat faced with only the Cardinal, his monstrous guards fallen in the large room. They approached and immediately began a barrage of questions. Mostly, they wanted to know how he could justify his actions as a man of the cloth. At first, Verdugo responded with a defense of his actions, claiming that he was supported by Theus himself via these angels. The others all declared that they couldn’t be angels given their appearance, that they were certainly monsters. Verdugo claimed that a mortal visage and a heavenly one are not the same thing. They appeared as they needed to appear to perform their task. The heroes weren’t biting. Vergdugo was done explaining. He had been moving his way over to the lamp at his desk and, grabbing it, he declared that “you will not stop us!” and doused himself in oil, fell to his knees, and then lit himself on fire, putting his hands together in prayer.
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Our heroes left the dark dungeon they’d fought in, mostly bruised and battered. Constantina had done what she could, but it was up to her alone as the prison was no place for surgery. In the meanwhile, Angeline had accepted the strange assassin’s help getting Griselda back to their hideout (though it was apparently less hidden than they’d hoped). Angeline did her best to get information out of the assassin, but the darkly dressed, masked woman was difficult to interrogate. She didn’t seem to be trying to carefully lie so much as she was just unwilling to broach certain subjects without more information of some kind. It seemed to involve Corazon. Still, the assassin seemed to be struggling with the orders she’d been given. She seemed to be trying to do what her Heirophant had told her, but knew things she was sent to do were against Vaticine teachings. Angeline didn’t like her, but (if only because she has the Trusting hubris) she found herself believing in what the woman said and trusting that her intentions were not villainous. Now it was just time for the others to catch up so more could be learned.
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As the priest moved forward, Angeline made ready to try to stop him. Or at the least, to delay him until that assassin’s blade could be removed from Griselda. For her part, the young Eisen had her panzerhand on the attacker’s wrist and was pulling the arm back effectively. Angeline didn’t have time to notice. The priest seemed to whirl with his swords and she caught the first incoming attack. She was used to parrying and feeling the full weight of the attack and the recovery time. This priest seemed to continue moving with only the barest sign of having slowed down. The second strike she again attempted to stop, but this one was a trick. His blades slid along hers instead of bouncing off and then, suddenly he was down to one sword. Angeline looked down in shock to see his blade sticking out of her stomach. With a sinister grin he twisted the blade for effect and then ripped it free. Angeline fell to the ground, her swords clanging loudly to either side of her. Corazon had been able to do almost nothing it had all happened so fast. As the priest moved to finish off Angeline, Corazon saw the assassin shoved past the priest as Griselda stepped in the way of the finishing stab. Corazon expected to see another stab wound through the young Eisen, but there wasn’t a mark. Griselda yelled at Corazon to get Angeline out of there. Corazon, in a bit of a daze, did as she was told and picked up Angeline. The entire time she watched as Griselda held the narrow alleyway against both the priest and the assassin. Griselda blocked and parried well, but Corazon saw strike after strike hit her friend and Griselda seemed utterly unmoved by it. Corazon bit her lip in uncertainty, but then lifted Angeline over her shoulder and ran. And she ran and she ran.
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