Cronache della Sindone:

Moving Day

Notes by Xamot

Tuesday, December 20th, 1994

Later in the evening, I was finally able to fit in some time to practice the Art further. I conducted a small training exercise for myself, taking several cadavers and animating them to destroy one another. I learned much about how the living dead function, and I believe from now on I am proficient enough to use this power in a practical sense - a great boon, likely, for what lies ahead. The further secrets of necromancy were not all I learned of, however. While Ezekiel was sequestered in his bedroom he’d thought he had privacy (what sort of imbecile assumes privacy while in the clutches of another Clan?), and he’d made a grave error that allowed me to discover his true nature. Unbeknownst to the rest of us, sans Zachariah apparently, Asa is a Salubri. This is not a mistake - he had a third eye in the center of his forehead, and my spirits purport that he spoke of healing someone magically while on Roosevelt Island. For now I will keep this secret to myself… a piece of blackmail like this would allow me to control Asa to any end I could possibly dream of.  After increasing my potential power over the neonates, we travelled to my apartment in Adams Morgan.

Early in the evening, I conducted a ritual to discern the whereabouts of my missing younger brother, Giuseppe. He seems to have been embraced by some member of the cult we’d feuded with the other night, and he is being kept with others (as I write this) in Burke Lake Park, in a shed near the far northeast finger of Burke Lake. I believe the Methuselah we’d witnessed is feeding upon their prisoners. Elizabeth perished.

I spent most of the night in my study, planning my next actions. I was given a fetter by Tala, who’d gone to an antique store with the fledgelings and figured I may have been interested in some old trinkets. The trinkets were largely worthless, but the fake roses they came with happened to hold the psychic impression of a pathetic man who’d given them to a woman who cared little for him. 

I learned that one called Prentiss, a former S’eth Adar “cleaner” and the childe of Cedric, has likely become a wraith. If I can learn her true name, she is likely to be a very useful asset. Unfortunately, there are more pressing matters to attend to, and Cedric happens to be comatose, and even once he wakes it will take some convincing before he hands over his childe’s immortal soul. I will obtain it, though. One way or another.