Session 1

“Do you think either him or that patch of land he argued from the Prince will survive the year?” Cassius’ deep voice rumbled in greeting to the fellow Brujah who joined him watching the kindred of court mingle in the vaulted halls of Elysium. “At the moment friend, no… I doubt it.” They both watched the Caitiff and nodded as Doyle wrangled him into sitting at a table with the others they had chosen. “In a way it is my fault, I should have argued with the decision to have that thug embrace De Luca and instead taken him as my childe…” “He could have been an asset to the clan, he fights tooth and nail for what he believes in…” The Brujah broke in “Yes, which is currently a mix of himself and what he sees as monsters in the shadows,” “And men like him want to shine light of those who hide in shadows, you are the same.” A sound of agreement came with smoke from a fresh cigar, “Shouldn’t we all be?”

They watched the new neonate group question Doyle, who looked like he was becoming mildly annoyed by them. “Interesting way of punishing him, he really isn’t happy with his new role.” Both men stood to seat the Lady who joined them, “I agreed with you Alice that he is a good man, albeit an academic who forgets the danger of others when you discuss academia with non-academics. Therefore it was decided on a more philosophical punishment, especially as none believe he had anything to do with the actual embrace or ritual.” The childlike kindred smiled, “Indeed, the cup is Tzimze in origin, it was moulded from a diabolised member of their clan, it is a foul object.” Her features drawn back in disgust, managing to make her look younger than her physical body, “The magics used make it difficult for me get the names of those who traded with Sabbat for the item.” “Names? More than one?” “Sadly yes, Meyer wishes to speak to the Prince in private.” Alice looked at the pair judging their response, “Oh that will be a joy Alice, We are sure he will be delighted.”

The Tremere exchanged a wry smirk with Cassius then spoke, “Your childe seems to be doing well, I note she is dipping her toes into the politics.” “And yours is charming his way through the crowd.” “He is enjoying being home but yours is wondering about the big wide world she sees for the first time.” “Alice…” A warning sigh, “Please don’t look into her future of grey, let her and I decide our paths.” “Phillia, of course… but you, as I, have had time to grow used to the customs of our world. But more I wish to hear about why our beloved Prince has brought these neonates together.” A sly smile, echoed by the fourth at the table, “Yes, although Maria would be disgusted at her blood being wasted.” The shared smile grows slightly stale before it’s owner’s French rich voice answers, “Manners, Cunny, manners. She wouldn’t be happy I said she was French either…” He rises to fill the glasses at the table with elegance, “But she does live within his new domain so prudence as the Ventrue say, is worth it.” “Speaking of which,” Cassius broke in, “Anyone care to wager at whether Templeton will bolster May’s or Driscoll’s side?” The childlike Tremere smiled broadly as she spoke, “Now Gentlemen, before the wagers shall we agree to the usual rules?”

Session 1

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