This is the story of how I died.

This is the story of how I died.

I am Sister Maria Olivia, of the Sisters of the Holy Family. I am the servant of Henriette Deville, and Bride of Christ.

I was born and raised in New Orleans. I can see the future in visions given to me by God. I knew my death was coming, and that it was my only path of redemption for the terrible things I have done. I have always tried to help others, and have often not cared for their consent in the doing.

You should know before Christ, there was another man in my life. We had a child, who lives in the Orphanage The child was kidnapped, and I called in debts from those I trust the most to save her. She's mine, and she belongs to God.

I called upon the strength of Roxy, the teenager wolf I mentor. I called upon Cleopatra the Vampire, who brings wealth and connections. I called upon the mind of Rashid, who is aware of more than most mortals. Finally, I knew I would need the magic of Caiman the Fey.

Each would be necessary for this to succeed. For my child to be rescued, and to ensure my own redemption.

Between Roxy's nose and Cleopatra's limo, we were able to make a bee line for the one who had kidnapped my child. This took us far outside our city, but I knew we had to find her.

We were ambushed. A machine gun nest, death cultists wielding obsidian arrows, and seers who had sought my protection earlier just a month prior. It was the seers who had taken my child.

The limo was ruined by gunfire, doubly so when Roxy tossed it at the machine gunners. I was attacked by some very upset death cultists, who would not listen to reason and, instead, Caiman had to use his magic to send them to a better place. After knocking a few out, Rashid disappeared in the middle of the carnage, and Caiman opened a portal to his Swamp Court.

Cleopatra managed to grab the Seer who kidnapped my child, and expressed that she grew hungry for blood. The Fey of the Swamp Court brought us to a large tree, where I began my interrogation. Roxy stayed to finish the fight, and Rashid investigated further.

The dying seer was forthcoming, though in the end I had to pull more information from their mind than they wished to give. As she died, I saw with her eyes. She could see the terrible things I had done, and they echoed around my habit making me look a demon.

Cleopatra tried to devour her blood as she died, but missed the mark. Cleopatra was in bad shape.

Roxy called in a favor from the Duke of Lightning to join us in the Fey court. We compared notes, and agreed. I hope Roxy learned her information with kinder methods than we did. I do worry about her. She kindly brought back two of the seers who attacked once, one a bit the worse for wear.

After we rested a bit -- and Cleopatra grew hungrier -- the Fey returned us as close to New Orleans as the swamp would allow. We took a bus back.

With Roxy, I finally admitted that Monseigneur Villanova is not what he seems. That he was blackmailing me, making me act as bait for a trap, and that I was doing so to protect Roxy from a similar fate. She did not accept this, as I knew she would not.

We heard from Rashid. He had gathered similar information to our own, and was recruiting magicians to assist.

On the bus, Cleopatra's hunger began to overwhelm her. She needed to feed, and asked the seers if they would give her their blood. They asked me if it was safe. Is it safe they asked. To have a vampire drink your blood.

I knew they would believe me if I lied: I am the great and powerful Oracle. I see all. And I knew lying would place the last nail, and I would be forever damned. I saw clearer than the possible futures that lay ahead of me, and choose the path of redemption.

I allowed Cleopatra to consume what she needed. In so doing, this predator ignored the needs of her prey and drank her full. She learned my deepest secret: that the father of my child is Monseigneur Villanova.

As I passed into the loving embrace of my Lord Jesus, I saw the future laid out in all it's glory. I saw Christ upon a throne ruling the heavens and the earth. And before that blessed time, I saw my own child coming to unite New Orleans under her. I saw every knee bow and every tongue confess that she was the Lord.

Even now, without me, my friends go to confront the one who kidnapped my child. I wish them godspeed.

[ OMG, you guys. The vampire totally ate my Oracle and it was amazing. I adore End Moves. This group is amazing. Consistently, I think I am the least creative and least skilled player at the table. ]