Hello. I am Alice. Most don’t know me, and I like it that way. I am telegraphing my existence not out of comfort, but out of necessity. Events set in motion eons ago are coming to a head, and the currents of history have taken me with them. A year ago, I had a vision. It went something like this:
The Six adventurers were all teleported from their seats in front of bright monitors in dark rooms to a plain white room. It didn’t have any padding, or furniture. No windows or doors, for that matter either. No visible light source, and no shadows, and due to the perfect white, the size of the room was impossible to determine.
A tall man, bald save for two tufts of white at his temples, and one cowlick up top, appeared before them. He seemed to be dressed like you would imagine a bard or gypsy to be dressed. Gaudy colors, seemingly from the 17th or 18th century, Europe. He was wearing golden jewelry; rings, necklaces, even his buttons, shoe buckles, and belt buckles were gold. His expression was one of grandfatherly affection, looking into each of their eyes, in turn.
He said, in a weak old-fart voice, “Hello, my friends, my name is SIR Thaddeus Quincy, or as you may call me, SIR, Thadd, or the Q-Dogg! You don’t know me, but I certainly know you! I have been watching you for some time, and have decided you worthy to help save the world. Each of you has qualities that I admire, and I am sure that they will prove useful in our plight. Tonight, we begin, and from this moment onward, you will retain no knowledge of your previous existences. This is how it must be. You might run into me while out there, gallivanting, but it isn’t me as I am, it is me as I was. What I know now is not what I knew, and certainly not what I will know a year from now. I may try to help you, or hurt you, I am not sure; that all depends on how I see you and how you see me. ”
“Now, Enough about ME!!! Of course, there is no such thing, so it’s just a figure of speech. Do you have any questions for me before you are thrown into the shadows?”
Not a one had a question of any import, other than a confused “What are we doing here,” and “What do you want from us.” They weren’t truly answered. The old man continued;
“Well, Off you go. No more shall you be referred to as Panda, Gary, Machinegun, Zenvis, T.kuhn or KillerVP. You shall be known by your new names, which refer to the bodies currently having a very vivid dream. One you will share… NOW!!!!”
I had a vision of events both long past, and to come. Like they had already occurred, but were waiting to have decisions made in the future. Through contemplation and study, I found what must be done. I planned accordingly for the following twelve months, and it came to the day. I knew there was going to be a stone in the river of history. Those in the stream would soon be thrown to one side or the other, and I needed to help them get onto the correct side. I snuck in to the rooms of the adventurers, and induced the other part of the vision I had had…
The White Room brightened, their vision faded to white. It all disappeared, and The Six were all disoriented, save two. They could hear well enough. They heard a regal voice, booming around a cavernous space. “So, you have made it far. You uncovered the Palace’s existence, and now think that I will reward you with what you seek? Insolent, blind little insects! I am the Queen Mother of those that Thirst. From me you fell, and to me you shall return. I shall make gelatin from your dust, and I shall dance to the music of your screams! Now, give me some entertainment before you DIE!” A giant wooden spike flew from the ceiling through Edwarda Culli, impaling her, rending her from head to navel. The ceiling was at least 100 feet high, supported by massive pillars, 20 feet in diameter; glass covered silver encased the bulk of them, with red marble at the foot and the cap supporting the ceiling. There was one door, the way they came. No furniture, a blood-stained red carpet, leading to the marble dais with a red velvet-upholstered throne; the hall was lit from seemingly nowhere and everywhere at once. The queen opened the wall behind her, and disappeared through it, shutting it imperceptibly behind her.
The group was faced by sixteen Hybrids flanking the throne. They were clad in black leather, with stained glass face plates. They descend; and were routinely trounced by the six. When it was almost over, hidden steel slabs in the walls opened outward to the full sunlight. No shadows were available, anywhere in the room. Labored breathing came out of the leathered hybrids, they moved more slowly but no other noticeable detriments; steam started rising from their suits after thirty seconds and smoke after a minute. They burst into flames after five minutes.
Edwarda’s Ghoul, unable to reason through the frenzy caused by Edwarda’s death, became a pile of cinder. The Beast fought on, and the remaining four hid under the carpet. One of the hybrids caught fire, setting the red velvet at his feet aflame. The door at the rear burst open, and hybrids without number poured in. They shouted “вперед!” and fell in. The vision drifted into blackness.
Each of them woke up in their rooms in Hartford Heights. They found a card in their hands, a business card. When they looked at it, they heard “If you want to know more, come see me.”
It was the evening before a wedding, and all of them were there for the ceremony. The daughter of Silas’ 2nd cousin was getting married. Sounds of commotion outside, confused shouts, and crackling caught their attention.
All lived in a Dormitory and Reggie was staying there as well today with Willie and his Entorage. It is an ornate building, built from marble, worked mahogany, wrought iron; and the rooms leave little to be desired, with warm, live blood on tap. They left their rooms, and saw each other across the balconies to the three wings. In the center are disoriented vampires. The doors to the outside are open, a bloodied vampire is laying in the doorway, shouts are outside; they heard the flames.
They cautiously made their way outside, with Niko studying the corpse in the doorway. Outside, they found confusion, a few buildings are on fire, none important except for Silas’ Mansion. The Guard was surrounding the Mansion, and captain of the guard can be seen through the doors in the grand entrance talking to a soldier. Penny lead the charge to the Mansion.
The Bride, in her white, bleeding from her eyes, nose, mouth, ears, fingernails, and everywhere else, wandered the mansion. She mumbled, sometimes screaming, “He’s dead. He’s dead. My love, he’s…… gone. He’s dead…. He’s Dead… They came out of nowhere. They just killed him, we were talking to Silas, and they killed my…. AH! It hurts so bad! AH The Pain!”
Given entrance by the guards, the group entered. And there I was, in a black and red satin robe, one of my flowy ones. I had on assorted jewelry, beads, even tied in my long black hair. The Captain was questioning me in regards to Silas’ disappearance. Most of them investigated Silas’ study while Rin and Silence decided they needed to exert force on me. It did not end the way they expected, though, most of their attacks falling short.
They all held me in distrust, though I completely understand that. I had nothing to do with Silas’ disappearance, Silas was already gone by the time I came in, but they didn’t feel safe with me there. I bid them adieu and left. Through the cards, I monitored them. I watched as they followed the trail of the kidnappers, and were met with a dead end. I set up a tracking spell, to use with the patch that the Raven had found.
Penny contacted me, and then Niko, and requested I help them. I came at their request, and after a few precursory questions, I told them that I was there to help. I created the Traveler’s Ring, which allows the users access to Alice’s sanctuary,if held by all of them. It is large enough for 6 normal-sized hands to fit comfortably. It is inscribed with runes, and I asked for a drop of blood each, which they dripped of their own free will, though it made them uncomfortable. It can only be used if all six are touching the ring, and if not engaged in active combat. I took them to my alchemy shop, a hidden island, almost as impossible to find as Silas’ Hartford Heightes.
Rooster scared them, though he quickly returned to his human form, and we all entered. Inside, in the Foyer, we took a seat. Finally, the adventure can begin.