World of Darkness: Portland
World of Darkness: Portland
World of Darkness: Portland
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Artan Calhoun was done feeding for the night. The<br />
blood <strong>of</strong> a young rave-crazed boy coursed through him, alive with<br />
alcohol. Still, Artan felt peckish. A walk along the riverbank<br />
tonight; perhaps he would run into a new flavored kine wandering<br />
alone.<br />
Well this is interesting. The mortals were home in bed<br />
like tucked-in children; but there was something to see on the<br />
bank. Artan watched the confrontation between wolf-man and witch.<br />
Every Kindred had heard <strong>of</strong> both, <strong>of</strong> course, but Artan was still<br />
surprised to see them. Never before had they engaged in open<br />
conflict such as this. As a vampire, Artan was outraged; this was<br />
a Kindred city, these otherwordlies had no place in it. But the<br />
Sherrif in him was intruiged. Who is this kine the witches are<br />
protecting? Artan wanted to wait until everyone was gone, and<br />
then taste the blood <strong>of</strong> wizard and werewolf that had been left.<br />
But the mortal was compelling; and if something was going down,<br />
he wanted to know about it.<br />
Artan nearly laughed when the redheaded witch slapped<br />
the kine; only years <strong>of</strong> hiding in unnatural shadow had trained<br />
him to give nothing away. But then the witches did something that<br />
killed his mood and whitened his<br />
knuckles. He watched as they<br />
marched the mortal into<br />
the haven <strong>of</strong> Lowell<br />
Miroslav. What manner <strong>of</strong><br />
conspiracy could they be<br />
concocting with that madman?<br />
Prince Gareth must<br />
be told <strong>of</strong> this. No warlock bitch<br />
would make treaties with vampires in his city.