The Night The Inquisition Began Anew

Nicholas Dante Wolfwood's Notes
I started off the night normally enough by heading to the chantry to speak with my fellow Tremere. I have unearthed information that will prove invaluable to the prince of her captors. After speaking to my colleagues, Sheriff Nicamardio and Trevor, I commenced to perform my nightly rituals and proceeded to walk to my car. My ritual activated and The Baron and a certain woman he had in tow attempted to use their powers of social aptitude to summon me but the effect was reflected. I found them one block from the chantry. I spoke with them and the Baron told me the true circumstances under which Ms. Hintch died. In fact she was still alive and was in fact sitting next to the Baron. I seemed to hear the voice of God in my mind in a manner I hadn't since my days as an Inquisitor. I then went to meet with the Followers of Set in the Art Museum to discuss business. I went to the primogen meeting in which nothing of note, in my mind happened but that same rage kept pounding in my head. After that, I met up with my fellow clan members and I joined the Baron and Ms. Hintch back one block from the chantry. Then a blinding rage overtook me and I fell unconscious.

Father Janos Innocenzio III High Inquisitor of Barcelona's Notes
After I became conscious and regained control of my mortal form, I proceeded to let the swine from my vehicle. I allowed them to disembark and I surrounded them with both Clan Tremere and the Follwers Of Set. I then proceeded to read off the lists of crimes they had committed against the Holy Mother Church. The Baron attempted to shield the former Prince from my wrath but I drew my pistols and let him feel the cleansing flame of the Hand Of God. Mr. Luchesio attempted to use my crucifix as a blunt instrument as I had instructed him but he was turned back by the majesty of the pair. I had no compunctions as their own majesty was turned against them by my potent blood sorcery. The Baron also gave mr. Luchesio the gaze of the damned and he ran from battle. After a few shots from Mr. Spire had softened him up, I smote him with a great and furious vengeance and he went back to the bosom of Satan as he should have long ago. Dr. Hintch attempted to use her majesty upon me and I smote her with gunfire along with Mr. Spire and she seemed wounded but still alive, I couldn't have that so I put my pistols away and retrieved my cross from where it lay. I hefted it and, with all my might I struck Dr. Hintch right in the head with it, rendering her into torpor. We brought the body to the Art Museum where we were met by Cat Orrano and I called the prince on a "cell phone" I believe it is called. She was busy so we waited a while and Sheriff Nicamardio drained some of the vitae of Dr. Hintch to heal his wounds. I also noticed that Dr. Hintch left a stain on my cross from the impact to her head but I decided it only made my cross a trophy that way. Since we all became bored waiting for the Prince, and Cat Orrano seemed rather enraged at Dr. Hintch, I shot her in the throat and took the head from her body and went to the Elysium meeting. I began having an enormous pain in my head as the meeting went on but I was proud of myself for having dispatched two heretics in the eyes of the Holy Mother Church from our planet.

Nicholas Dante Wolfwood's Notes
I regained consciousness in the Elysium meeting and knew not how I got there. My head ached as if I had been hit with a cudgel but I knew the Kindred condition would shield me from such harm. I conversed with BOB and realized I had a large gap in my memory of the night. He probed my mind and found that I had "multiple personalities". To me it felt as if I was possessed but I let him explain such to the Sheriff. The Prince, asked me if I would be Scourge or Seneschal. I did not trust myself to refrain from harming her during my possession so I chose the possession of Scourge. I then left for the night to think and was me by Clan Malkavian. They offered to help me and I gladly accepted. They loaded me into a van and locked me down with shackles. Then they revealed that they were wearing the most garish outfits I had ever seen. I hadn't seen anything as disturning as this since the time of the Romans. I fell unconscious again and when I awoke, they informed me that I was cured but I am still uncovering my memory.

“One slow red river runs through us all and I aim to control its ebb and flow for all time”
-Nicholas Dante Wolfwood
Scourge of Melbourne
*Acknowledged* *Feared*