Joshua of Saulot walked through the greenery near the Church of the Visitation out in Moskubiya, perhaps a dozen or so miles from Jerusalem. While the forests here looked nothing like the coniferous lands close to Vienna, they still held the same children of the moon which Joshua sought. This coterie from the newly formed Camarilla held a bit of fascination for him: perhaps he would need to seek out the remnants of the Iconnu among them. Perhaps Joshua’s friend was still among them.
No matter, now that the Followers of Set had decided not to resist his leaving, Joshua knew he needed to help the Coterie defeat Mariah the Black before she called forth one of the Fallen from the pits of Hell. Though he could not directly intervene and stop Mariah himself without violating his suspire, he could help them in other ways.
“You walk in our wilderlands again, blessed one,” he heard a voice growl from the treeline.
Joshua smiled. “I do, garou,” he rhymed. “Not without reason, I assure you. I have five companions who need a quick route to Kolkatta in west Bangal.”
“That is over three thousand miles, and deep within hengoyaki territory.”
“You ask us to take five wyrm-tainted creatures into the Umbra and walk the silver-paths set aside for our own kind?”
A low growl emanated from the forest. “Unacceptable, blessed one.”
“Those among them who are not at least nascent of myself will be suspended in Torpid slumber for the duration.”
The growling ceased and the air was pregnant with thought. Then, “Fine. Bring them tomorrow night, on full moon.”