This adventure was part of the character creation process and is the first group adventure that Alandria Vulpé has had with Jack D. Belmont III and Ian Branneal. As such, there is a lot of fine detail that was not played and is missing from the adventure that I purposefully left bare.Alandria Vulpe had never before met a man as handsome as the gentleman standing before her. He had dark brown hair that was close cropped, but had enough length to show off the wavy nature of it. It was kissed by golden highlights and gave him very much a surfer boy look. When he smiled, his golden brown eyes lit up with warmth and a dimple appeared at the corner of his sensual lips. Alandria could imagine the feel of those lips beneath her own; soft, pliant, earnest. His shirt was tight enough to show a hint of firm muscles and she liked that. Personally, she thought he would look better with the shirt off. “Alandria? Lana? Are you paying attention?”
Alandria snapped out of her mental mauling of the man with a somewhat embarrassed smile. “I’m sorry Roane. You said you lost your jacket?”
“Coat. My Skin,” he corrected, then continued gently. “I’m a Selk, Lana. I’m your father, and you’re the only one I can think of to help me,” he repeated.
Alandria’s jaw hit the floor. Did she question the validity of his claim to being a mythical creature of Faerie, of the Never Never, known for seducing young mortals? Nope. Did she question his implied age, when he looked no older than she? Not at all. “Oh I think I’m going to need at least 20 gallons of brain bleach.” She just felt a little ill.
Roane looked a little bemused, but not apologetic, as a smile flickered at the corners of his mouth. “I know I haven’t been there for you, and It’s presumptuous of me to come to you for help.. But, the headmistress at LaRoache Academy has it. She’s a White Court Vampire, Lana, and she’s with child. She’s got quite an appetite right now. If you can help me get it back, sooner would be better than later, girl.” His voice held gentle urgency and he met her gaze briefly. Alandria would help him, he was sure of it. If she didn’t, if he didn’t get his seal skin back, he wouldn’t be able to return to his seal form and would be cursed to stay here in human form until he did. Genevieve LaRoache would probably have killed him before that could happen. Still, he hesitated before adding “Of course, I’ll pay you a favor in return.”
Alandria knew she would need help on this one. As good as she was, she couldn’t handle this the usual way. From what she was able to tell, LaRoache Academy was full of vampires and mortals alike. Fire just wasn’t an option. Checking in with the Para Net, she found that a wizard by the name of Ian Branneal had arrived in town earlier that week and that he might prove helpful.
Getting in touch with Ian and securing his help was the easy part. He seemed all too happy to help once knowing that it was vampires they would be going up against. As it turns out, he was more than helpful in handling this issue. Not only could he open a path through the Never Never for them to gain access to the school, but he knew some muscle to bring along. A guy by the name of Jack Belmont. He was younger than he looked, she was sure, but she couldn’t put her finger on just how old. He was strong enough to fit the role of Meat Shield, though, so she was happy to have him along.
The trio wound up getting inside by using a pathway through the Never Never that the wizard opened up for them. Opening a gateway was simpler than Alandria might have imagined and when they reached their exit destination, she persuaded the Wizard to let her try it on her own, with success. They stepped through the portal back into reality, finding themselves in the office of Genevieve LaRoache. Tacked up on the wall like a hunting trophy, was the seal’s skin.
Of course, things couldn’t go this well. That just wouldn’t be acceptable. They heard a gasp of outrage behind them and they collectively turned to find LaRoache naked on her desk with a strapping guy on either side. Her belly had just the slightest hint of a baby bump, still slender and radiant.
“What are you doing trespassing in my office!?” She had a rather strong bellow for such a dainty looking woman. Her hand came down to fumble under her desk, and the men sprung into action a moment later. The shit hit the fan as the vampires attacked and the light from a silent alarm begun to flash.
Alandria let the men handle the vampires while she tore the skin down from the wall, hoping she hadn’t damaged it too much. “We need a way out of here!” she screamed at her companions as she nimbly dodged the reaching grasp of one of the first guards to respond. She stuffed the seal skin in a large bag that bumped against one hip, freeing up her hands.
“Prendere fuoco!” She cried, extending a small fist at the vampire, sending flame coursing along his body in washes of blue and yellow flame. The vampire screamed, stumbling back into one of its fellows, limbs flailing. She heard Ian’s voice directing them to retreat, to flee. She followed Ian’s orders as they moved together, seeking an exit.
When all was said and done, there were a handful of burnt vampires and more than a couple of them were dead. It was safe to say that the headmistress would be looking for payback.
When Alandria met with Roane along the shore of Lake Pontchartrain to return his coat, she hesitated, gripping the pelt thoughtfully. “I went through a lot to get this for you. I risked a lot to get this for you..” Roane nodded at her gravely. “I could just use it to make you stay. To get to know you better. If I give it to you, you’re just going to go away again aren’t you?”
Roane gave her a small, knowing smile. “You don’t need me. You have had mortals looking out for you.. But yes, I would go. I have important things to attend to. “
She gave him a pained look. “I never had anyone care about me or look out for me.”
“Did your families harm you?”
“Well, no.. Not physically.. But getting passed off on someone else so many times really hurts. I wish I had a real family.”
“Do you think that I could give you that?”
Alandria looked at him sadly, sighing. “No. I suppose not. You and I are too different.”
Roane reached out and laid a hand on the pelt, his fingers forming a tight grip on it as he gently removed it from her grasp. “You could join me.”
She shook her head immediately, her face setting in a stubborn look. “No. I’ve been told that I will have no free will left if I Choose to give up my mortality. That I will lose my soul.”
Roane laughed softly at that, grinning and slipping the pelt around his shoulders and taking a step back towards the water. “That sounds like something your mortal preachers say about those who choose a faith other than their own. Things are not always as they seem, Lana. I have done my part to care for you, and I will continue to do so in the best way that I am. I am not one of the greater Fey. I do not wield insurmountable quantities of power. I do what I can, where I can. I do care to see you live.” His form shimmered slightly and the handsome man was gone, replaced with the sleek body of a seal. His wide eyes peered up at hers for a moment before he turned and dove into the waters, heading east. New Orleans Psychiatric Hospital lay to the east.. Or at least what remained of it.. There was a woman he still needed to find.