The Sabbat are on the move. They now control most of the area around here and seem to be making a move against our court. Unfortunately this means that London wish to revoke Luke's claim to Prince of Radlett and Oldham as it is supposedly part of Welyn Garden although I think it is more out of fear than for our protection.

Luke is not too phased by this but Daryl and I were not too keen. And now our court has declared that within the next week a direct assault on the Sabbat could be undertaken by our own deranged Prince. If he goes he will take most of the court with him. Death shall reign supreme! Even Andrew felt it was sheer suicide.

Daryl and I decided against this. Unfortunately Ferdi suggested a new plan. Accidently we blew up the Elysium!

Actually we failed. We must have calcualted the angle incorrectly for instead of hitting the Elysium, we destroyed the student bar instead. Oh the clamity! The rising screams, the scent of blood and smoke! It was heaven!

Sadly the rest of the court were slightly more distressed. I feel the time to move on is fast approaching. If anyone were to find out my part, my life would not be worth unliving. But at least we went out with a bang as I fear that I shall not be partaking in next weeks excursion into the killing fields for I have at least one sighting of my sire in a place called Rochester. If I can find him, he can protect me. And we can run as we used to...