Far from home

After a very long detour to the absolute middle of nowhere, I once again was able to act on some good information on the search for my childe.

While still following my darling's trail, I introduced myself to the local power structure, got permission to conduct the search, invited to stay, et cetera. Proper courtesy was both offered and received. This is how we're supposed to act! With at least a modicum of manners. I expect too much of others, I think.

I was slinking around the downtown area, and was then accosted by a group of ruffians: two kindred, and a few ghouls. A man that resembled a rotting corpse I assumed was Nosferatu, but the woman wasn't as clearly cursed. They halted my path forward, and most appeared to be armed. I was no exactly alone myself, but my own retainers have a less threatening look until there is work to be done.

I patiently explained that I was a guest, and was told in no uncertain terms that they didn't care, and I should leave. That I should abandon my quest. I gave a very polite though curt warning, the Nosferatu came at me, and the situation deteriorated into a blur of crunching bones and gunfire. In the ruckus I took an unfortunate wound to the face. A shotgun discharge to the head is unpleasant, but laughably survivable.

While I broke the Nosferatu, the other kindred jumped on my back, and tore at me with impressive claws, but little technique. The embodiment of youth! I flung her away, and she fled with most of the surviving ghouls.

I left the twisted body of the Nosferatu and turned on a little slip of a a girl that wasn't smart enough to run. She shot me, and I managed to ward off Frenzy and took a bite. I had thought her a ghoul, but instead I had a Thinblood in my hands. Rather peculiar tasting, but I can't say it was disgusting.

I pushed her to the wall, holding her just off the ground by the throat, and when I started to ask about my beloved childe, she literally spat in my face. Spat. In the face of an elder and better. She said she wasn't afraid of me, but oh, oh she was terrified by the time I was done. I was sure to take plenty of time and show her just what there is left to fear after death.

It took everything I had not to turn her into paste, as she is still much more useful while still able to communicate and move. Both abilities will be restored shortly.

I will grant the little Thinblood her vocal cords again in three night's time. Until then, she is making herself useful by holding up some of my research notes. I hope she will be more amenable to discussing what she knows soon.

I had my ghouls drag the Nosferatu back to the local Elysium, and my search continues. I did not grant him Final Death, which might be foolish, but I do not wish to make the fledgling’s sire angrier with me than they likely already are.

I have modified my form to better prepare myself for ambushes and general combat, just in case.

I do not doubt in the slightest that some of you put these miscreants up to this. Shame on you for trying to stop me.

--Scalpel