Red Rain: Ashes to Ashes

The Lord of Boston

Ezekiel

Well, that comes close. Close.

Now it seems this Serpant of Light, the father of horror, is gone, having met his Final Death on his own childe's fangs. His blood stirred a primal thirst in Rain which ended at no less than Diablerie... so who can say if this maniac's sadistic dream is truly gone forever? It may be that it lives on... his legacy...

The Soldier

This Gangrel antitribu was one of the more quiet members of 25:17, more often a casual observer than active participant in the bloodsport and mayhem. Having raced along on what seemed a wild goose chase the day after April Fool's Day, you eventually caught up to him. And had a nice, long chat. He told you things you thought you'd never hear; things about your kith and kin, the Camarilla, the Sabbat. About friends and possible foes. He seemed to turn on you time and again, then show you his loyal colors once more. Which were real? Which were just illusion?

Why did he always act like there was too little time to teach you what you need to know? Was he really giving you answers... or just confusing a complicated issue even further? Or did he know, somehow, about what would happen after you all left Ravenscrag? Could he have forseen -- or, worse yet, been involved with -- what happened to you at Orseau's mansion?

Only one thing is certain: none of you saw him there.

Another enigmatic and somewhat peripheral member of 25:17, Ezekiel used to keep Cairo close -- but not too close. Why did she leave? Click here to find out.

She returned with a vengeance, at the side of Ezekiel, her childe, and 25:17 in the final confrontation at Orseau's "Mother Earth Spring Gala." Too bad you weren't all dressed for a massacre.

Though you didn't see what happened to the Toreador antitribu, Jake's fate was certain and sealed. Using a tried-and-true technique, Matt plunged his claw into his chest and ripped his heart from his body. In seconds, what had once been a trusted friend and bloodmate was nothing more than dust.

The Traitor

Like Sire, like Childe. Jake disappeared for a while, but the next time you saw him he'd... changed. For the worst.

You don't have to worry about him anymore, however, as Matt handily dispatched of the villian the same way he destroyed your arch-nemesis Jericho: by putting his feral claws through his cold, dead heart. Then he watched him turn to ash, just to be on the safe side. You can never be too careful with those Sabbat...

The Vile

One of the most blatantly vicious members of 25:17, this Ravnos antitribu was Caroline's sire. Tortured beyond even what you all considered fitting for his heinous crimes, you hadn't seen him for quite some time.

And then he came, with the others, bloody and burnt and vicious. Desperate and violent, they attacked you in the most unthinkable spot -- the unassailable fortress mansion home of Geneveve Orseau -- and with a healthy dose of Camarilla Kindred in attendance. What were the Sabbat thinking? Or were they thinking at all? Perhaps they are what Cairo tried to convince you you were: creatures of passion beyond reason, who must act on their feral impulses regardless of sanity or safety. Are you doomed to follow in your sires' footsteps?

The good news was that he was destroyed when Matt plunged a claw into his chest and tore out his heart. The haunting echo of a dead man's shriek and the bitter ashes of memory were all that remained...

But now the horrifying truth is revealed: there is life after Final Death. Will there be no end to the evil wrought by Jericho?

 The Witch

Oh, how much she taught you -- and you probably didn't even realize it. What is evil? Is it the axe-man who tortures you and your friends? Or is it the puppeteer who calls the shots from behind the scenes?

When you looked into Jericho's eyes, you found malicious intent; but when, rarely, Yasmin let her hood drop to reveal to you that yellow, unblinking gaze all you saw was a composed and satisfied intelligence. Beyond sadism, beyond cruelty, this is -- or perhaps, was -- evil.

Unfortunately, this handmaiden of Satan may have been one of the only ones who could have taught Sara what she so desperately wants -- and needs -- to know: magic. Because Orseau certainly has it in for the Tremere, and Sara probably won't have many other opportunities to learn now...

Yasmin was not seen with 25:17 the night of the fatal party at Orseau's... where, oh where, could that little witch be...?

The Band

Wyldchylde. Known for their haunting (indecipherable) lyrics and nocturnal romps into various graveyards around the city, they were a mysterious (mad) and forbidden (fatal) bunch, and their shows were quite unforgettable (deadly). If you'd never heard of them, you weren't alone: the only place they regularly played was Angel's Fall in the gutted once-mansion, once-sanitarium, Ravenscrag. Which is probably a good thing.

You saw him that night, as hell began to rain down yet again. You saw him there, as ever just behind and to the right of Ezekiel, his master... his friend. Will it never end? One good thing after another is snatched away from you before it's even in hand... more good blood spilled, and spilled, and spilled, the evil thirst never slaked, so that you find yourself running even from yourselves so you don't have to face the possibility that you are, truly, damned...

You saw him that night, many felt his presence and, worse, felt the burning weight of an antitribu Assamite's wrath. Then you saw Mallory -- what had to be Mallory -- at Caroline's feet, decapitated, with his head held high in her triumphant grasp. (How like the nightmare! The nightmare!) The manic pride in her face was chilling. You just know that Reza saw it. He may not have been the most hands-on sire, but you remember how possessive he was, how carefully he kept Mallory all to himself? Grooming him for a great destiny.

This was not it.

If he survived that night of blood and Wolves, who do you think he'll come looking for to have his revenge?

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