Cronache della Sindone:

She Wakes Hungry

Notes by Xamot

Sunday, December 19th, 1994, shortly after midnight

When we finally arrived at the ritual site, Tala (who had gone off ahead) had already alerted the cultists of our presence and allowed Ruth to escape.

In the center of the clearing was what appeared to be a sentient, talking charred skull. It spoke in a language I recognize not, potentially the spoken form of the language inscribed upon the temple. I made the skull my personal priority, but after I’d grabbed it, some previously unseen Malkavian harlot wrenched it from my hands. I was forced to make chase.