While the rest of the red lodge was out investigating hte sabbat, Rosabella had a visit from a clanmate Antonio Cipriani and togeher they plotted the retreaval of Marcello and the possible retrival of Dr fountaindyke.
When the rest of the Sabbat hunting leauge returned to the Poppy Adelpho was heard bragging to MIlena.
"We knew it was a trap, but we were ready for em. Franz unloaded his gattling gun into the bigun, while i grappled with the snake. The shadowy bastard went for Kitty but she stared it down. It was nothing the rest of this lot on go there in time to watch us finsih them off".
Milena smirks raising an eyebrow "got em all yourself with your bare hands did you?"
Adelpho attemps to look honest and innocent. "Well I had a bit of help and the at least one of them got away. Anyway after the fight we found the Dr and returned with our prisoners to the prince. He was so pleased he mite even let us keep the ship. The prince and the donctor dont seem to like each other much, that was pretty funny awtching them two pretend to be civilised. We took the Dr back to Rosa's after that".
Franz and a cople of the others leave for the chantry, and the rest of the Hunting leauge begnis to disperse from the poppy. Once its alost empty Adelphos voice drops to whisper as he leans across the bar to his wife. "I saw something about you with the sight today. You have the bolld of the Phuri Dae".
(Translated from original Italian letter)
Dear Great Aunt Lavinia
I must send my greatest apologies to the family and clan Giovanni. I have failed in my task assigned and am greatly ashamed. Maybe it will help to explain the events that happened, maybe not. I did my best, but it was not enough.
We met the incredibly talented Doctor Fountaindyke and his assistant, the dwarf Janos Hanoval, at the Elysium. He unveiled his marvellous creation Marcello - surely the doctor is a genius of the age. I and a couple of members of my new coterie (the Red Lodge) - the esteemed and talented Kitty Butler, and the useful Oliver North - agreed to escort the good doctor and his retinue to Manchester, so that more people could be privileged enough to also view this marvel.
We all met up in the early hours, and boarded the train to Manchester. I checked in with the esteemed Doctor to make sure he was comfortable and secure, before we all retired to our individual cabins to prepare and accommodate our quarters against the coming of the sun.
As i slowly awoke the next night i realised the train was slowing down, and suddenly everything went strangely quiet, my anxiety already rising, I heard a terrifying scream, and thumps on the wall coming from the brilliant doctors cabin. I rushed into the corridor and into the doctors cabin, fearing the worst, to find the doctor and his dwarf assistant missing and the room in a great disarray. Obviously some nefarious individuals had taken him to my great dismay. It was obvious that the door to his carriage had been smashed in from the outside.
I rushed to the door, looked out and down the tracks to see two looming figures rapidly taking the Doctor and his assistant away from the train. Concerned for his astounding creation, I raced down the train to check if these villains had also taken Marcello. I found him, fortunately, still in his crate. Knowing I lacked the strength to retrieve the doctor on my own, I persuaded Marcello to help me retrieve his master (I told him I would help him get free of his predicament, a promise I may come to later regret......). Marcello, displaying his unnatural strength, smashed out of the box, and chased after those that took his creator. We chased after the ruffians, however much to my horror it appeared they had a carriage waiting, which was too fast for even Marcello to pursue.
It was at that point that things got even worse. We heard what appeared to be the sounds of wolves. Knowing there are no wolves in Britain, and from my own occult knowledge, I believe they might be a creature called a lupine/werewolf, but I've never actually encountered one of their kind before. In fear for our lives, we were forced to run back to the train, chased by these devilish creatures.
I gather that at this point Kitty was in the train cab, assisting the train driver and engineer by rapidly adding coal to the firebox to try to get the train moving to get us away from these dreadful creatures.
As Marcello, Oliver and I managed to get back onto the train, the werewolves caught up with us, and we were forced to fight to try and keep them off the train whist kitty helped the driver to get it going again. Unfortunately I was clawed by one of them in the shoulder - they are very powerful and fearsome creatures. We succeeded in keeping them off the train long enough until we fortunately managed to get moving and left the three werewolves behind.
Oliver proceeded to then circulate throughout the train to calm the shrieking crowd of humans, who were horrified by that point, using his various talents (I also gathered later that at one point Kitty had used her wonderful singing to distract the annoying humans from what was happening). Once Oliver had succeeded in calming the mortals, he proceeded down to the front of the train to question the driver as to why we had suddenly stopped, so these rogues could break in. He found out that the driver had been dominated to stop the train, and in using his superior skill in dominate found out that one of the men was called Moraeu, and that they used the words 'Shakar' and 'Kamut'. A very useful individual is Mr North.
We eventually got to our destination, Manchester. However i was still horrified by our encounter, and the fact that i had been unable to protect the Doctor - our entire purpose. Send those in our clan my greatest apologies.
We took Marcello to see the Prince of Manchester - Baron Charles Shawland - as was originally planned, and to inform him of what had transpired. He was very accommodating, and explained to our group that the terms 'shakar' and 'kamut' are terms used by the Sabbat, specifically an elite group called the Black Hand. It appears they are skilled soldiers - 'shakar' is the official Assamite term used for Assassin. I am deeply worried about the great Doctor Fountaindyke.
We sent an urgent telegram to the rest of our coterie in London, to inform them of the terrible events that befell us and the great doctor, and to tell them of the information the prince kindly gave us. I will pursue all leads until i at least know who took the doctor, and if possible rescue him, or if not avenge him for our family.
I will keep you updated on the events that befall us, but for now i will sign off as the sun is due soon, and again my greatest apologies.
My love and sincere respect
(Out of character - this is mostly just copied and pasted from krons notes that she sent, I put all my energy into the letter above! But as it's relevant i wanted to include it in the update)