<div align="center"><strong>Dr Kain Vance</strong><br/></div><br/>Then abruptly the screaming, all sounds stopped. Strange how one could adapt to the sounds of screaming, but all becoming silent at once ? Something was wrong. No moans, not sighs. Even with heightened senses nothing. Full moons agitated them, what effected them always seemed to make them louder. Some in the asylyum never were silent, cooing constantly, yelling constantly. Then without warning the door to the officer Kain resided in opened. Silently, The door was locked from the inside and also had creekly hinges, a double layer of prevention of being surprised by unwelcome visitors.<br/><br/><div align="center"><strong>Zahira Naqvi <br/></strong></div><br/>The ritual was one familiar to Zahira and success soon presented itself, another vision, finally one free of that same one that could drive saints mad.<br/><br/><div align="center">(http://media3.washingtonpost.com/wp-srv/photo/gallery/100601/GAL-10Jun01-4740/media/PHO-10Jun01-228578.jpg)</div><br/>This time however speech accompanied it, speech ? more like a poem.<br/><br/><strong>"Some waters be deeper than others,<br/>deeper one's last longer for covers<br/>of something dieing to birth<br/>what can remove most smiles and mirth.<br/>A lake in isles of chalk-ground-and monolith hedge<br/>Falsely named wasteful with intention pledged<br/>To be known to your kindred belate<br/>Go there now before its too late"<br/></strong><br/><br/><div align="center"><strong>Stráž - Gargoyle<br/></strong></div><br/>Indeed one had summoned the Gargoyle, actually it was a group of them. The gargoyle knew several methods<br/>existed but only managed to care for ones that had a decent chance of working. Many partial methods existed.<br/>And while one of them was beginning to work the gargoyle mind began to see more of the place that was calling him as if a ghost overlay on everything else<br/><br/>In the new "place" three terrified girls in nightwear were staring with wide eyes at him directly.<br/>Some wailing some frozen in fear. Looking about in this "other place" confirm a few things.<br/>A mirror showed an outline of the Gargoyle to the girls as if they themselves had summoned a ghost.<br/>And the outline was pretty scary. Any ghost outline would be but this one wasn't like what they had read. A stone ouija board had been their method. You were surprised it worked at all, but if so it was more due to the quality and kind of stone that gave potency, certainly not from the trinkets they had placed about the thing.<br/><br/>Still it shouldn't have worked even in this partial state. Something was different. Then the gargoyle felt it, his eyes drawn to a vial that was set beside the board. An ornate vial of pure silver, it hand an aura unlike anything the creature had seen before.<br/><br/><div align="center"><strong>Rose<br/></strong></div><br/>The moment Rose donned her attire a voice appeared. Clear crisp .. and completely disembodied.<br/><strong><br/>"Wild rose hear this then found you I have,<br/>I be witch but with vision freedom I crave.<br/>My trapplings have fathomed things so little<br/>but what they have unwinds a past riddle.<br/>In the past others aided your feral plight<br/>Even if to helping themselves they might.<br/>Your kin's prey was their kind<br/>and times doing so will darkly shine<br/>But deepest lake on isles of crop circles misunderstood<br/>Is aligned again to be used for by the kin-hood<br/>Like them or not humanity is in worse peril.<br/>Power is Pure and pure is feral" <br/></strong><br/><div align="center"><strong>Emily<br/></strong></div><br/>And down a dark street another kindred did strangely appear. Alone. Normally each had an air of pride<br/>or aloofness about them. Especially the older ones, and Emily had briefly met a few. All had acted<br/>far too pompous to be worth talking to in Emilies opinion, well at least the one she had met.<br/><br/>She remembered him, what was his name ? Ranley ? Runlar ? Try as she might Emily couldn't quiet place it.<br/>Last time she saw him he hand about a dozen women in toe, fascinated by his charm and wit. Not now.<br/>Now he looked like...<br/><br/><strong>"Death?"</strong>the man grasped.<strong>"Oh Emily... " </strong>then man stooped then braced himself against a wall.. it seemed his limbs were failing him.<strong>"The older generation ... the strongest of us, I can't find any of them. Something has happened, whatever it is ancient. Scrying for it was something it was aware of and when I did, something lanced in me and a pain in my stomach appeared. At first it was nothing but it became worse... so much worse."</strong><br/><br/>He then held it tightly... before his eyes closed.<br/><strong><br/>"Perhaps your young, you may be immune but something we have done in the past has come back to haunt us,<br/>I hoped another old one would know more, I was too busy womanising to care for so much and now its too late,<br/>for me at least."</strong>The man coughed up something thick black and reeked like rotting flesh.<br/><br/><strong>"I was on my way to see Dutchess Hophera.. So close but so far ... she wasn't like us she wasn't... "</strong><br/><br/>