The full moon shone with an eerie orange shade that colored the soft blanket of snow that hugged the forested hills of the town. The roads had been salted, and were free of the wet powder, but they were still mostly clear of traffic. The winter months were hazardous to business in this small town, and without major industry, there was little to do aside from enjoy the inside of your house. It was a breezy 17 degrees, though the forecast called for a nice 65 by mid afternoon, with a promise to end the snow unless they get one more desperate storm in from the north before the month was up.
There is an underlining feeling of restlessness in the forest, like a fog rolling over the hills. As if something large and ominous sleeps, but stirs in anticipation. Is that feeling a foreshadowing of what you have come to do here? Or of something to be done to you?
Camdenton was not a good place to cause mischief in the winter, with most of the town empty, and the few that remain reluctant to leave their homes. It was hard to see why someone like Jack would be here, and it wasn't a likely a place for supernaturals to of any kind to stick around since rumors have a tendency to fly in a small time. There were a could out of the way hotels, and one main stream one by Walmart, all of which had vacancies. As you pull up to the main square due to a stop light, you notice a large barn shaped trinket shop, and are surrounded by small lines of small shops. On of which catches your eye. It looked like a doorway between two other shops, through the dusty windows in the door, you can see stairs that lead down. A lighted sign above the door says "Ever Hallows Eve... year round Halloween shop. Open 24 hours"
This small town was barren, and as you drive through it, it is clear as to why. To the north was the lake where the majority of hotels were. In every other direction was miles and miles of forested land. Your reservations were held, and you make it to your room with no problems. It is kind of country-ish, but quiet. One side of the room had a beautiful view of the hills, while the other had a stunning view of a Walmart parking lot.
From your books and notes on your families hunts, you know of two supernaturals that are said to live in this area. A man named Spirit Walker, the offspring of native American shaman and gypsy. Rumored to tell fortunes, make charms, and curse others for a price. The other is something dark. Something very old and sinister. Assumed to be an unseelie Fey elder.
Moon glittered prettily over the still waters of the lake. The night was crisp and new, though oddly not very inviting. There was an article in the paper about more people in the area between Laurie and Stover to the south going up for sale. So many people jumping ship and heading south or west. An email waited for you on your computer, a voice mail on your phone, and a package at your door. The package was hard and heavy when picked up, and when you open it, you would find a cooler of donated blood packs, enough to sustain you for at least a couple days without the need to hunt. Blood packs to a vampire were like dry rations to a human, not the best tasting, but enough to keep you alive in a pinch. The phone call came from the hospital to the north in Osage Beach. A man calling himself Jason Skyler, thanked you for your generous donation (which you didn't send) and advised you that if you ever needed more food, to swing by or give him a ring. He left his number at the end. The email was from the Lord of central America.
Dear Anton Vladmir,
Conscience has caused our paths to cross, potentially to our mutual benefit. It has been brought to my attention that you seek land in the seclusion of Missouri hills, and I seek the same for a project of my own. So here is my proposal. (Which from a lord means things are already under way) I will pay for any land you desire, provide you with brethren to help maintain both our projects, and recognize you as prince of Camdenton, you find me a place dig enough to house my project out of the way of mortal eyes and keep it protected. I await your response.
The air was crisp in the forest this night, and though there was a creepy feeling on the wind, the area was generally peaceful. The Ha Ha Tonka state park was particularly alive with energy. The lake was calm and cool as can be seen from the cliffs next to the castle ruins. One thing to be said about Missouri, the took pride in their parks. Many rumors of supernaturals came from Missouri, but this area only held the more outlandish and likely fake tales of ghost and evil spirits. In the short time you have been here, you haven't met any others, though there is a year round Halloween shop on the square full of old junk and Halloween gags that kind of gives you the creeps. It seems safe enough for humans, at least, as the shop gets frequent visits from the local goths.