after some dectective work he had found who he was looking for, an elven female named Hilde. Hilde was a little older than himself, she was the shortest of her year standing at about 5'7(kind of like a litter of the year.., if you dont understand ask me) and had blonde hair and blue eyes, an oddity in his city. She spent all her days in the library reading about the outter society, mostly on the myths of Sorcery and Mages. a silly topic to study in his society.

"she must have ran away cowardly before the garou attack" he said to himself out side of a tall building a few miles south of where the twin towers used to be. Most roads were still closed and it took his a while to make it through to the building.

Supposedly a group of vampires called the "Tzimise"" had taken Hilde as a Ghoul. Rofellos plans to rescue her from the clutches of the tzimisce tyrany. He knew the tzimisce were the figure head of the Sabbat, but he had no fear.

His connection with a Nossferatu underneath the city had led him to a way to enter the building undetected. A cloak the made him invisible to the unaided eye. Rofellos entered the building and proceeded to the elivator. he reahed the floor he needed to get off at, floor 69. :grin: This was the apparent Ghoul floor.

the doors opened and he steped out. He heard a loud noise and soon found himself on the floor. he awoke inside a small room.in the center was a table on the wal oposite the door was a mirror, there was a camera on the corener of the cieling.

A strange looking man entered the room, he was wearing a suit, his face a pale white but seemed more like that of a birds than a human. he took a seat and talked to rofellos for a while. he demonstrated some sort of compassion, yet it seemed to demand respect. Rofellos told him why he was there and that he came alone. but the man only laughed at him. he continued to tell him that that ghoul had rejected the kiss. Rofellos was troubled and yet still somewhat relieved. Rofellos asked the man what was to become of him, the man replied simply and calmly , "prision..."
Rofellos asked for how long and man replied "How ever long it takes for you to get out." Rofellos noded

The man led Rofellos out of the room and down a strange corridor lined with statues of men and women alike. But the only one that caught his eye was the one of a demon, with wings extended and fangs showing. "beutiful craftsmenship" Rofellos thought as he was led down the corridor. he had expected he would be destroied if he was to be caught, not jailed, and yet he woundered just what he meant by "however long" he shook it off and followed the man down the hall.

they reached a room filled with large vats of liquid. a pair of ghouls came over to him removed his clothing and jewlery and chained him up to a board. It hit him then that the statues were the prision.:rofellos sighed. he may never see he love again. he was raised off the ground and diped into the vats. a few moments later he was taken out and quickly unchained the ghouls positioned his body in a fitting position,one hand up to the sky open and holding a bloodred ruby. the other down towards the ground as if carressing a fern, face staring forward as if demaning attention.

The ghoul that had taken the rings lifts it up and places it on his finger, it was a bit large but fit over his thumb.

((GASP! what's to become of Rof???