#midnight roads

My current tabletop vtm character, Benny Sachs. Embraced by a Malkavian into the 14th Generation, they are traveling the US and chronicling the lives and stories of Thinbloods anywhere they can be found.

Recently, they met up with a Thinblood safehouse in Chicago and saved some Thinbloods who had been captured and held by what I suspect to be the circulatory system.

Alongside Micah and Andrata as well as Jeremiah, the former Ghoul of someone Micah identified as a Demon, they're going to make their way, truckstop by truckstop, to ensure Thinblood culture is never forgotten.

Benny is also going to be the voice of the frame narrative for the Thinblood Chronicles. The book will be their chronicles.

Yet another brilliant photograph from my week in St. Louis. Just a fantastic shot, I love how the sky looks this time of day, right before sundown.

But, anyway, welcome back to another trip out with Benny! Today I had a very intriguing dish (but when don't I, amiright?)

Look at that! Doesn't that just look DIVINE?

Now, where can you get a beautiful piece of pie like that? Down by the WATERfront, of course!

The crust here is made out of crumbled MOONpie and the filling? And don't forget those BUTTONS on top made from Oreo.

Just a delicious dessert. Perfect way to end my day!

My recent trip to Chicago was insane. I made some new friends, a couple Malks who have made me fel right at home while we travel along.

My trip focused on a connection with the Chicago dump. Not so glamorous, but run by good people doing hard work and making the world a better, safer place.

I also had a bit of an issue... You see, I have these nightmares. Horrific.

Blood pooled and came together forming an altar with a goblet atop. The vessel itself seemed to beckon me to drink it and when I did, I heard the voices of those from whom the blood came screaming out in agony. I saw an image of them, of people like me, becoming submerged in blood.

Anyway, my dreams come true far too often, and I found these people. Honestly, the whole situation was a horror show, but I saved some of their lives, the best I could. I mean, I say I saved them, but there was so little I could have done without the help of one of my two new friends, especially A.

Anyway, it's a stopover day, so J and I got a motel room to regroup get everyone fed and situated. Thankfully, the library here doesn't require a card to use their computers!

Alright, I'll check in again soo, I promise. Good luck out there in these nights. It seems to get colder and more dangerous every nightfall.

Yours,

@heywizards

Andrata had very little contact with other Kindred and when they did it was either Mother's contacts or Kindred trying to kill them. Andrata has very interesting ideas of all the clans.

All Sabbat are to be killed on sight. Mostly because for Andrata, they were either trying to kill and eat them or later diablerize them. They pity Malkavians on of their coterie mates is a Malk and while Andrata finds some of their viewpoints to be, not great, Andrata believes if pointed in the right direction the Malk could do some good.

Andrata's other Coterie mate is a brujah. They like the overall ideals of brujah but find they tend to be a lot of bark with no bite. However Andrata is impressed with their coterie mates willingness to offer help.

Ventrue they avoid. Andrata ultimately believes they will be lost to Gehenna due to their arrogance. Something that annoys them because ultimately the Ventrue could be one of the easiest to get to mobilize under one ideal, so Andrata believes. The other ultimate problem with Ventrue, is where there is a Ventrue, there is a Tremere sitting it wait.

All Tremere that Andrata has met, either they or Mother has killed. All had been hunting them down. They are the usurpers, the liars, the gaslighting sack of shits who Andrata would kill with a smile.