Lextalionis! Never played there, not very well-versed in WoD either, but had so! much! fun! High points:
Carpool from Janestarz. Thank you so much!
Exploring the old, rundown derelict farm with medieval parts which lay next to the castle.
Exploring the old, rundown derelict 'other' half of the castle (and outbuildings).
Stick out like a sore thumb dressed all in white amongst all the Vampire characters during the pre-IC brief. Have the SL's declare during the brief that I have, for all intents and purposes, a carte blanche regarding powers.
It took toggling a switch to get into the Prophet char. The first parts (at the 'stakehouse') where we freed the younglings from torpor I was still somewhat unsure, and kept to the background. Vera, my bodyguard (played by Janestarz) took the lead and kept the momentum going. Then I had to introduce myself, and became Prophet. After a bit of stumbling over my words I was fine for the rest of the event.
"I am Prophet. I speak as the voice of God. Know that these are the end days, and that the final judgment will come soon".
Getting to know the characters. Joining in their victories over the Elders. Being asked to bless their missions.
Negotiating an exchange of prisoners over IM. Prophet had until then been a voice on a video and a name under some Hunternet posts, so this was my first direct contact with my adversaries. "Spiegel, Oriana, and a supply of blood in exchange for Sigurd. The exchange will take place in the courtyard, one minute from now."
Slapping down the Tremere suggestion that they Diablerize a volunteer to gather enough power to break the ward. Even better, the bemused reaction from the Kindred at his complete lack of opposition to the plan of a modified Valderie ritual.
The breaking of Project Nimrod (a brainwashed Malkavian supersoldier) to free the soul beneath. Prophet didn't do much, honestly. Carl Bakker did the actual work, but him asking Prophet to see what the state of Nimrod's soul was made it seem possible. He succeeded and freed a soul which had been suppressed in that body since WW2.
The entrance of Prophet and his closest trustees to the final battle, commanding the fighting Kindred onto their knees. Getting staked, puling out the stake, dropping it, and repeating the command. Presence 5.
Judgement. Prophet walks down the corridor first before the Kindred, toward the light, praying to the Lord to forgive him. His steps falter. He has been found lacking "Please Lord. Help ... me". He dies, and is destroyed.
The Nosferatu gang. Heartwarming until the very end, always looking out for each other. At the end of the event, they went together, clinging together like a group of rats crossing a river, stepping around the bodies of the Kindred who had been found lacking. Four of the six were saved. Prophet's spirit would have been proud, if it hadn't been too busy burning in eternal agony in pools of fire and brimstone.
A lot of the players, or at least of the 'Younger' group did not seem to realize that Prophet was not Kindred, and even more surprised that he was a Hunter. The reactions when they found out OC were priceless :D
One big downside of the weekend: the food. The location required it to be catered by their staff, and the food was...blah. Blah upon blah piled high with blah. Boring broth for the first dinner (served 18:00 sharp, don't be late or you don't get fed), followed by rice, cooked chicken breast and 1980's style 'curry' sauce straight from the packet. Oh, and slices of canned pineapple. Also, they hadn't cooked enough and ran out.
Breakfast on day 2 (served 12:00 sharp, don't be late or you don't get fed. Incidentally, many didn't get to sleep until 07:00 that morning): mildly overcooked spaghetti with crime-against-food tomato and mincemeat sauce. No vegetarian option. Forensics revealed traces of onion in the sauce, but no other herbs or spices appeared to have been added.
Dinner on day 3 (served 18:00 sharp, don't be late or you don't get fed): fries with rancid-tasting mayo, letuce, and meatballs (still shaped like the plastic packaging they has been extruded into) warmed up in sauce. And a cup of ice cream for dessert. The ice cream was decent, mind you, as was the lettuce.
Breakfast on the last day was better, but the theme of 'cheap and made with minimal effort' continued.