PellePellePlayer: Olav Gloppestad AbrahamsenTeaser: Pelle has quite the reputation in Stavanger. Everyone knows where his allegiance lies. His strong belief in the Anarch cause tends to get him into trouble with more established vampires, but that does (...) has quite the reputation in Stavanger. Everyone knows where his allegiance lies. His strong belief in the Anarch cause tends to get him into trouble with more established vampires, but that does not seem to disuade him. If you met Pelle in a back alley, you would turn around and run. He is dressed as a typical punk, and he angers easily.

As unpleasant as Pelle can be to the more refined creatures of the night, he is a very useful ally to retain when you need raw power. His strength is only surpassed by a few others, and they are not known to readily use their muscles to solve problems.

Walter is the retainer of the host at Utstein Kloster. He is ready to cater to the needs of the guests, as well as facilitating the exchange of boons between vampires and their entourages.

Little is known about his past as he has no social media profile. Nor does he seem to have much in the sense of family or friends. If anything, he is known for his dedication to the job and the management of the daytime activities of the vampires of the Lodge.

Veronica WeißenVeronica WeißenPlayer: Ellen WhiteTeaser: Veronica Weißen is a focused and determined Tremere, known for her sharp intellect and significant work in blood sorcery. Her direct approach and low tolerance for mistakes have earned her respect but (...) is a focused and determined Tremere, known for her sharp intellect and significant work in blood sorcery. Her direct approach and low tolerance for mistakes have earned her respect but not many friends among other vampires. Even with her busy schedule and dedication to her research, she remains an influential figure, willing to do whatever it takes to reach her goals. Her presence at the upcoming meeting is likely to stand out, as she handles vampire politics with her usual mix of intelligence and confidence.

Seen through the eyes of the other vampires at the gathering, Josefine is a stark reminder of the fragility of those who live at the mercy of their masters. There’s something unsettling about her presence—her gaunt, pale face showing signs of rapid deterioration, her once-youthful beauty marred by deep lines, and her eyes, which carry a frantic, desperate glint that makes it hard to look away.

Whispers pass between the vampires as she shuffles through the room, her steps unsure, her posture hunched as though the weight of her collapsing world is physically bearing down on her. Some of the older ones recognize her, or at least they remember Jonny Grevstad Antonsen, the Brujah vampire she served for decades. His absence is palpable in the way she constantly scans the crowd, like a lost dog searching for its master.

To those in the know, the rumors of Jonny’s disappearance, perhaps even his death, hang like a dark cloud over her. They know what happens to ghouls when they lose their masters—how their bodies begin to wither, and how their minds often follow. She’s in the early stages of decay, still holding onto some semblance of function, but it’s clear she’s nearing the edge.

Lektor Sigge er fra Oslo. 

Part of the Freemason Lodge vampires, Gard MeisnerGard MeisnerPlayer: Bjørn Are StølenTeaser: Part of the Freemason Lodge vampires, Gard Meisner is unknown in the wider vampire community in Stavanger. He seems to be calm and collected, but there is a rumor out there that his aura is... disturb (...) is unknown in the wider vampire community in Stavanger. He seems to be calm and collected, but there is a rumor out there that his aura is... disturbed.

The guests at the Stavanger Lodge are a curious mix of intrigue and suspicion. Most are well-acquainted with the elite ranks of vampire society—primarily the Camarilla’s inner circles and those aligned with the Freemason Lodge—but few know much about Knut Arne HanaKnut Arne HanaPlayer: Preben HauganTeaser: The guests at the Stavanger Lodge are a curious mix of intrigue and suspicion. Most are well-acquainted with the elite ranks of vampire society—primarily the Camarilla’s inner circles and those aligne (...).

He moves quietly through the gathering, his presence marked more by a sense of discomfort than authority. Unlike the poised and charismatic Toreador leader, Agathe Christiane SmedvigAgathe Christiane SmedvigPlayer: Kari Heggen BjørloTeaser: Agathe Christiane Smedvig was born into the Smedvig family of Stavanger. She has been a prominent figure in the social scene of Stavanger for decades, and now she is quite the force in vampire society (...), or the sharp and severe Veronica WeißenVeronica WeißenPlayer: Ellen WhiteTeaser: Veronica Weißen is a focused and determined Tremere, known for her sharp intellect and significant work in blood sorcery. Her direct approach and low tolerance for mistakes have earned her respect but (...), Knut appeares unassuming, almost forgettable. Most assume him to be an eccentric recluse, another minor figure in the Lodge who keeps to the shadows.

Martine, once the diligent assistant and dutiful ghoul of Svein Bjerke, is no longer satisfied living in anyone’s shadow. Hailing from a well-to-do family, she once sought refuge from stifling expectations in the thrill of her dark new world. But with her master captured by hunters, Martine finds herself wielding a rare and dangerous freedom—one she’s come to savor.

Celine arrives like a stormfront, her piercing gaze sweeping the room as if she’s measuring each face against the secrets she’s already uncovered. Rumors of her infamous temper precede her—a Brujah whose art is as searing as her convictions. She may have left behind the chaotic life in Bergen’s streets, but not its fire, carrying a reputation for ruthless loyalty to her Ausdauer family and an unyielding drive for freedom in every sense.

But she is not merely the blade for Frøydis and the Ausdauer cause. She’s a creator, one whose art has become the talk of the West Coast vampire community, capturing the shadows of their world in raw, provocative strokes. Tonight, it seems, she’s as much here to seek inspiration as to lend her strength. Yet for those who sense the undercurrent of her presence, it’s clear Celine is more than a fierce enforcer. She is a figure of relentless challenge, not only to any who dare impose tyranny but to anyone who stands still long enough to catch her eye. For Celine, Stavanger’s gathering may be a new battleground—and perhaps a new muse.

There’s something about him that always sets people on edge, a feeling that crawls under the skin and refuses to leave. Tam-Tam strides into the gathering, a quiet smirk playing on his lips, his eyes scanning the room with a predator’s gaze. For all the noise that surrounds him, he barely speaks. He doesn’t need to. The vampires in the room can feel his presence—like a storm cloud, silent but charged with dangerous energy.

The other vampires have learned, over time, to be wary of Tam-Tam. He’s not the most powerful in a fight, nor is he the most politically savvy. But he doesn’t have to be. Tam-Tam thrives on chaos. Wherever he goes, things tend to unravel. Some think he’s just there to observe, to play the part of a disinterested bystander. But they know better. Tam-Tam doesn’t do disinterested. He’s watching, waiting, studying every move they make, as if he’s silently weaving a web to trap them in.

Then there’s the matter of the ghoul he’s brought along—Josefine. Everyone knows her master, Jonny, met a grisly end, but Tam-Tam’s kept her close. Why?

The murmurs in the hall shifted the moment Viktor entered, his presence commanding quiet attention even before his voice could. For someone so eternally young in appearance, his reputation was anything but. A vision of aristocratic refinement, Viktor's fair hair framed his face in soft streaks, his ice-blue eyes betraying centuries of cold calculation hidden behind an innocent smile.

To many gathered, he was a symbol of Bergen's entrenched power—one of the untouchable Adelsstand. It was said that he could charm anyone into a deal and never leave a trail of his true motives behind. He was here, traveling with the Ausdauer family, but his loyalty probably was not.

As the crowd settles into the gathering, Waltari stands out, though perhaps not in the way one might expect from an Ausdauer vampire. A drink in one hand, his easy smile and lighthearted conversation flow freely, charming those nearby without overtly vying for attention. He plays the part of the jester, loosening the tension among the guests with playful remarks and open laughter. But behind those bright eyes and unguarded laughter, he watches, observes—quick to catch the faintest whisper or slip of the tongue.

While some may dismiss him as just another Toreador lost in the frivolities, a few suspect there's more to the carefree act. Those who know his past know that Wali has much to prove tonight, and perhaps more to gain. One moment, he’s the Ausdauer's lively diplomat, the next, a silent observer of every guarded exchange. Unassuming yet ever perceptive, Waltari might just have the upper hand, even if no one’s looking for it.

Among the gathering of vampires, Eirik stands apart—not by choice, but by presence alone. His posture is rigid, military, as if he's still at war, even in the heart of Stavanger. The others can sense something different about him. He doesn't engage in the usual political maneuvering or whispering intrigue. There's a silent tension about him, a simmering violence restrained behind cold, calculating eyes.

In the dim candlelight, the figure of a woman stands apart from the gathering—a silent sentinel, her presence as unnerving as it is alluring. Her eyes, dark as the forests she once called home, follow every movement, observing the room like a predator sizing up its prey. Shadows cling to her form, and the faint rustle of something unnatural stirs the air around her—fleshcrafted wings, hidden beneath the folds of her coat, ready to unfurl at a moment's notice.

No one speaks to her directly, but everyone feels the weight of her gaze, the lingering sensation of ancient rituals and forbidden power. Though her face carries no expression, those who glance too long see flickers of something more, something darker. Her hands, delicate yet precise, hint at the meticulous work they’ve done—sculpting flesh, shaping life into forms only she can imagine.

She moves like a shadow at the edge of the room, her eyes scanning the gathering with a cold intensity. Few know her name, and fewer still dare to speak it. There's a subtle hunger in her gaze, but whether it's for power, blood, or something far darker, no one can say for sure. What is certain is that wherever DésiréeDésiréePlayer: Aina HusveggTeaser: She moves like a shadow at the edge of the room, her eyes scanning the gathering with a cold intensity. Few know her name, and fewer still dare to speak it. There's a subtle hunger in her gaze, but wh (...) goes, chaos is sure to follow. Those who think they understand her motives quickly realize they are playing a game with a woman who writes her own rules.

Her smile is charming, but her loyalty? That’s another matter entirely.

There’s something unsettling about Alice. Her gaze drifts, not in absent-mindedness but as if she’s listening to someone you can’t hear. She speaks in riddles, fragments of sentences that somehow burrow into your mind, lingering longer than they should. Some dismiss her as the ramblings of a broken mind—another Malkavian lost to madness—but others can’t shake the feeling that there’s more to her.

Those who were at Dale whisper that Alice foretold things no one else could have known, predictions that seemed ludicrous at first but later came true. They say she has a direct line to Lillith herself, though no one dares to say it too loudly.

At the gathering, she moves like she’s in on a secret, as though each interaction, each person, is part of a puzzle only she can see. And those haunting eyes... you can't tell if she's looking through you or into something much deeper, something you're afraid to understand.

Whispers ripple through the gathering as Frøydis Gerharda FinneFrøydis Gerharda FinnePlayer: Fru FinneTeaser: Whispers ripple through the gathering as Frøydis Gerharda Finne enters the room. The mere sight of her commands attention—a Brujah of rare refinement, not the brash, muscle-bound stereotype most assoc (...) enters the room. The mere sight of her commands attention—a Brujah of rare refinement, not the brash, muscle-bound stereotype most associate with her clan. Her presence is a quiet storm, elegant but unmistakably dangerous, a reminder that beneath her calm exterior lies a will as unyielding as iron.

Other guests exchange uneasy glances, aware of her reputation. Many have heard tales of her sharp intellect and her long history of political maneuvering, dating back to her early days in Christiania. She’s no stranger to wielding influence, having honed her skills over centuries. And now, with Celine AdlerCeline AdlerPlayer: Karin AspenesTeaser: Celine arrives like a stormfront, her piercing gaze sweeping the room as if she’s measuring each face against the secrets she’s already uncovered. Rumors of her infamous temper precede her—a Brujah wh (...), her formidable enforcer by her side, she represents a real threat to anyone harboring ambitions of seizing power for themselves.

As Frøydis moves through the gathering, her eyes scan the room with practiced calculation. She doesn’t waste time on trivial pleasantries, preferring instead to focus on those with something to offer—or something to lose. It’s clear to all who observe her: Frøydis isn’t here to make friends. She’s here to ensure that the future of Stavanger isn’t dictated by the whims of the Camarilla or any other authoritarian force.

In her wake, the air crackles with tension. Some guests respect her. Others fear her. But no one dares to ignore her. Frøydis is a force that demands attention, and at this gathering, she’s come prepared for battle—both with words and, if necessary, with blood.

With an unassuming presence and kind smile, Elias blends seamlessly into the background at the gathering, as much at ease in quiet company as he is in the shadowed corners of the hall. Others notice his warmth—an unusual trait, given the ruthless world they inhabit—and his willingness to listen without pressing his own agenda. He’s neither too close to any one group nor brazen in his approach. Some mistake him for a mere newcomer, harmless and shy. But for those who watch carefully, there’s a subtle strength in his calm demeanor, as if Elias knows something that no one else can see, a quiet confidence that hints at secrets worth guarding.

Evaldine has been roaming the streets of Sandnes for a while. She tends to keep away from other vampires, but is known to socialize with vampires such as Pelle and others of a more Anarch mindset. She does not make a fuss out of things, but does not seem to have any trouble feeding herself either. It is unknown from which clan she hails, but the Camarilla vampires would be shocked if it is discovered that she is Ventrue or Toreador.

Agathe Christiane SmedvigAgathe Christiane SmedvigPlayer: Kari Heggen BjørloTeaser: Agathe Christiane Smedvig was born into the Smedvig family of Stavanger. She has been a prominent figure in the social scene of Stavanger for decades, and now she is quite the force in vampire society (...) was born into the Smedvig family of Stavanger. She has been a prominent figure in the social scene of Stavanger for decades, and now she is quite the force in vampire society as well. If there was a society, that is. She has put out her feelers to see who is still lurking in the night around the city, and now she wants everyone interested to gather at Utstein Kloster to reignite the community after the disaster at Dale.

Whispers circulate among the gathered vampires as Olga steps into the room, her presence unsettling yet oddly captivating. She moves quietly, almost cautiously, her eyes flicking between the others with a mixture of wariness and curiosity. There’s something feral about her, something untamed. Those who know of her past—stories of violent frenzies and isolation in the wilderness—can’t help but keep their distance. They speak of her as a lost soul, a Gangrel who has struggled for years to control the beast within.

But there’s more to Olga than the rumors suggest. Some of the more observant guests notice the flickers of humanity that still linger in her—an undercurrent of kindness that seems at odds with her reputation. She appears awkward in conversation, as if relearning how to be around others, yet there’s a deep intelligence in her gaze, a sense that she’s here for more than just survival. A few, perhaps, see the loneliness in her and wonder if she’s searching for more than just a place at this gathering.

Still, the stories linger in the air. The tale of her killing a fellow vampire during one of her rages is passed from one guest to the next. Was it an accident? Was it deliberate? And why does she seem so intent on discovering more about him? To some, Olga is a dangerous element, unpredictable and possibly a threat. To others, she’s a curiosity, a mystery waiting to be unraveled. But no one can deny that her presence adds a strange tension to the room.

She is not just another face in the crowd. Olga is here with purpose, and everyone wonders what role she will play in the unfolding power struggles—whether she will be an ally or a wildcard in the battles to come.

With a faraway look and a small, bemused smile, Idun drifts through the gathering, seemingly unaware of the tensions around her. Her laughter bubbles up at unexpected moments, and she speaks as though she’s carrying on conversations with people who aren’t even present. To some, her disconnection from reality is unsettling, but others sense a strange innocence in her, a rare and genuine fascination with everything and everyone she encounters. For those who dare to engage with her, Idun’s world offers a glimpse into an extraordinary mind where even the darkest shadows play.

As the veil thins between clan feuds and new alliances, Andreas returns to Stavanger with more at stake than ever. With Oslo in chaos after the assassination of Prince Nora, he is both strategist and survivor, carving his place among vampires who thrive in Norway's most volatile shadows. But as he pursues alliances on the western coast, old rivals and dangerous secrets from Dale emerge, forcing Andreas to face a truth he's long ignored: in the world of blood and power, even loyalty has its price.

And while he weaves his web, Idun dances on the edges of reality, her games with ghostly echoes and enigmatic Kindred uncovering hidden forces older than he imagined. In a city of whispers and shifting loyalties, Andreas must decide—will he seize the throne in the shadows, or will Stavanger's secrets consume them both?

Isaak carries an otherworldly aura wherever he treads—a presence both comforting and unnerving. His serene gaze seems to pierce beyond the material, hinting at something he sees that others cannot. Most who meet him feel a strange reverence, as though in the company of a prophet or a figure from another time. His quiet words and talk of visions have an air of gentle authority, and though he speaks of God’s will and angelic messengers, there’s a restlessness within him that suggests he walks a razor’s edge between holy mission and unearthly madness. He moves through the gathering with purpose, eyes constantly searching, and those around him can sense he’s not here by choice but by fate.

The voice can guide us all, I think. 

Håvard is the ghost of Sirdal’s mountains, a Nosferatu watching from the edges of the dark. He moves unseen, his life marked by loss, duty, and the bonds of friendship that have left him more protector than predator. To the vampires attending the gathering in Stavanger, Håvard will be nothing more than a flicker in the shadows, unseen but always present.

They see a young woman moving through the room with rigid grace, eyes fixed to the floor yet constantly aware of every movement around her. Her clothes are simple but neat, her hair pulled back tightly, an effort to mask the exhaustion in her pallor. She serves with trembling hands that betray her fear, though she strives to project calm, as if each small step, each controlled breath, is a lifeline in a world of monsters. If one meets her gaze, there’s a flicker of something that surfaces—fear, yes, but also a trace of defiance, a survivor’s spark dimmed but not extinguished. And as she fades back into the room’s shadows, she seems to hover, bound between worlds, aware that her fate depends entirely on how well she dances the line.

As the guests gather in Stavanger, Solveig slips between them, more specter than presence, her mischievous grin as fleeting as her loyalties. She moves with the easy grace of someone who knows she has no roots to pull her back, and no chains to hold her down. To those who notice her, Solveig is a curiosity—a stranger with an air of playful rebellion, her motives as obscure as the shadows she drifts through.

At first glance, Ulrik looks like a creature from another world, an unsettling mix of human and beast that carries the air of something both broken and defiant. His strange, horned appearance and cautious gait make him seem more animal than vampire. Despite his rustic manners and simple words, a sharpness flickers in his gaze, hinting at a calculating mind beneath his rural façade. He watches the others closely, especially those who stand higher in rank, and seems driven by something beyond curiosity—a fervent need for belonging or approval.

Henrik walks in with the air of a man still clinging to fragments of his past life, suit crisply pressed, though his eyes betray sleepless nights and a simmering anxiety. At first glance, he might pass for a businessman caught in the wrong crowd—until you see the way he glances at Tam Tam with a mix of reluctance and barely contained loathing, his fingers twitching slightly as if caught between restraint and rebellion. Among the vampires of Sandnes, he’s an oddity, still trying to play both roles: the respectable man and the hidden addict, the reluctant enforcer and the restrained fury. Henrik’s steps seem to waver, as though he’s not sure where they’ll lead him next, his gaze scanning the gathering for answers he isn’t even certain he wants.

As the evening deepens, a figure emerges from the shadows, a quiet elegance in every movement. Jean enters with an air of timeless composure, his gaze sweeping the room with eyes that seem to see through it all. Draped in the scent of foreign wine and the faint, lingering chill of the unknown, he is both mesmerizing and unsettling—a presence that pulls attention yet feels like it belongs somewhere else, somewhere far beyond the veil.

There is an ethereal weight around him, as if whispers drift just beyond reach. Those sensitive enough might even catch faint glimpses of shadowed forms around him, flickering like half-remembered dreams, tethered to him by some dark, ancient art. As he nods in courteous greeting, his demeanor is refined, though his eyes betray a depth of sorrow and intrigue, haunted yet purposeful. It is clear that Jean Henri is a man with secrets, a collector of lost things—and tonight, he may very well add to that collection.