The new chantry and a triumf
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We arrived at the old chantry early in the night to find it compromised by at least two forces. Claw marks and clan symbols littered the rooms. That felt bad. But the worst happened when we found out that someone had hallowed a couple of rooms. When entering these rooms it did hurt like hell. Couldn´t stand it.

This was just too much. How should we cope with this?

But I had a surprise. I invited my friends down the sewers to a room where I had told Theresa to stay. The question was now what to do with her. I gave her as a “present” to Abertorius who I told could pass it up the chain to Tremere. In the end we took the decision to send our member who wish to be unknown with her to Tremere. A long journey. Our member who wish to be unknown (and have shown no way of handle his new gargoyle) was chosen because he was the only one capable of doing the journey. He would also take all the credits for capturing Theresa. I could also tell all that Achmet the salubri now was dead. Theresa have probably taken his soul.

Back in the chantry we talked about finding a new chantry and to hold it secret to all but the inner cirkle. But where to find one? During next days William used his connections and so did I. I didn´t found anything working. William came up with one place after another just to find them pure scams or not even worth thinking of. Rubbish. Then Bael started searching. Even though his last battles haven´t worked out that great he can sometime have good ideas. After some hard work he found a place that would work. In a secluded area, lots of rooms and possible to defend. We have made our first room there ok now. But it will take a great effort to make it a palace.

Catacombs under Constantinople

The passage between the chantries

I started to find ways to connect the old and the new chantries underground. There is now a fast lane connecting them. Fast for the ones who know them that is. There will be one of Baels gargoyles stationed in the old chantry and two in the new one. The old will still be our official meeting hall at random times. The place for meeting those we are not sure about. The hallowed rooms must be unconsecrated and tydied, and one more hole in the roof must be mended. But it´ll work. Eventually.

To be a night that started so bad it ended well. I´m happy.

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