Return home

It seems that time has no sense of originality. The grand requiem meanders through its cycle and our city is none to differ. I expected to return home to a night of relaxation before court; instead Sir Finch, Sister Vaughn, and myself continued the proverbial grind of maintaining the city. The city is like a giant beast at times, one that conspires and spawns aggressors against kindred-kind. Grooming her is no different from any other city. I was expecting cultists given recent events, but was instead surprised when a trio of ghouls decided to attack us. I attempted to hold back whatever primal excitement still lingers within me at the thought of drawing a blade against a noble enemy. Instead we "drew blades" against ghouls.

Court itself was prefaced by a small reconnoitering of the various covenants. A majority of the Invictus were pulled aside by Master Montoya regarding a few personal issues he needed to express. I respect the man for his ambitions, though I now wonder whether or not his desire is one of honor or one of personal greed. Furthermore he showed some degree of impatience to receive mentor-ship. I was not offended. No. It was rather disappointing to see such a lack of patience, given my absence. It begs the question; is the cadence to which newer kindred pace their requiem that much different from the rest of us? I can foresee that Master Montoya will quickly become a rising star within the Unconquered once he completes his manumission, but it becomes questionable when will he grow up and be worthy of that first major step?
During the discussion itself, Master Montoya asked seemingly out of context, why I had not laid claim to representing the Daeva clan. It sparked events that were later to come, as it was tasked then and there to the other representatives of the clan to begin considering whom would be the best example to serve as their Priscus.

Court itself was somewhat interesting:. A new kindred by the name of Mr. Derrick Finnegan introduced himself as a member of the first estate, the crone expressed the need for occultists to help interpret an augury of sorts, Miss Narcissa Walker was greeted with open applause for her exodus from house Arilvs, and Mr. Maxwell gave a rather detailed report on behalf of the dragons regarding their current discussion on the Strix.
The cogs of the courtly machine began to turn once again, as the sheriff began the motions of bringing together a war coterie to address the issues our city has been facing regarding a strange beverage which involves ingredients derived from kindred. This was all interrupted when a woman stepped forward bearing no beast, as well as a heartbeat. She served as a messenger to a prince in the Dakotas, expressing the desire to convey a message. Prince Maladante took a telephonic conversation via his cell phone... I was not immediately made privy to the details, but was rather embarrassed to see him frenzy as a result of whatever was said. Thank the fates that Prince Eric was available to correct his loss of control through his gifts. Prince Maladante expressed loudly that he "just saved Ariana's life." At this point the court order dissipated, as individuals began to once again talk among themselves. It was then that said woman's message was revealed to me: The master of this retainer was asking for Miss Foster's final death for some great insult to her person. The woman left amidst the commotion, but was shadowed by Mr. Finnigan at the request of Sir Finch. Once her location had been established, Prince Maladante, Master Montoya and Myself were approached with unanswered questions. I knew something was wrong when the purported prince of the Dakotas was not one Prince Dainard, an individual I know well. We took the information gathered from Mister Finnigan and located the hotel of the woman. We met with her at her domicile and coerced a few further tidbits of information. The woman she was reporting to had a telephone number belonging to our city, though when Master Montoya attempted to reach said telephone, no one answered the call. I am left to wonder what blunder Miss Foster committed that warranted such a complex backlash.

Upon returning to where court was held, I decided to socialize some. The Prince went off to tend to his praxis, and I was left to my own devices. I spoke to Lucia of the crone about her vision. She explained that the arrow and flowing droplets of blood were not an omen but rather a bout of clairvoyant vision. The arrow was representative of a large notable arrow statue that exists within the city, and the rivlets of flowing blood were representative of the tail lights of passing vehicles on the freeway. This information meant little to me, but was more instrumental in the plans of the sheriff, who was already at the location investigating. My conversation with Miss Lucia was very fascinating. I find the parallels of symbology between our covenants to be truely amazing.
Shortly thereafter the representatives of clan Mekhet: Father Cade, and Ventrue: Prince Eric pulled me aside to discuss matters of the Prisci. The city had been lacking in a reliable source of fluctuation of status, and thus the newly chosen Prisci and myself decided to throw in another variable and make a selection for the Prisci harpy. Miss Foster immediately came to mind, but both her absence and propensity toward lack of discipline put her consideration on the proverbial back-burner. Father Cade suggested we speak to other potentials and make the decision at a later date. Miss Lucia, fresh on many of our minds, was approached, but she seemed highly reluctant to take such a position as it could interfere with her spiritual obligations to the crone. The Gangrel and Nosferatu were deemed to not have anyone present that could fulfill the qualifications of a Priscus, and such all their respective members at least in passing, agreed to be represented by Father Cade and Prince Eric.
The evening concluded with a meeting of the clans. The Daeva came together to represent a majority of the city. I was proud to announce that the Daeva had maintained eminence for well over a years time now. We brainstormed and made the decision to host a gala of sorts to celebrate our Daeva natures, and to make our presence known. I look forward to see what our clan-mates pull together in making it a success.