Venice by Night – Monday March 24, 1309
"I shall wait then."
All characters make a Perception+Alertness roll DC 9 for Xing it is DC 7.
Make a Perception+Occult roll DC 7 to figure out what just happened. DC 5 if Auspex is a Clan Discipline for your character.
Venice by Night – Monday March 24, 1309
Narses Court
As the spectre seemingly rises from the Tzimisce Table, Ranerius Bernerius's eyes widen in surprise. It would seem the abilities of the undead were indeed versitile.
The words, however, were disturbing on multiple levels.
If that's the Tzimisce school of thought, then they are indeed alien to me. Humans maybe weaker, but they are not fangless sheep. Treat any beast harshly too long, and it rises up, and humans have the numbers. Also, we should guide humanity and inspire it, so we can draw inspiration from it. What's the point of keeping humanity in fetid huts if it means you yourself will be occupied with nothing but tyranny? Where is the progress? Where is the improvement? I hope this Voivide does not speak for all his kind. A whole clan in such a mindset would be a loss.
The young Toreador shakes his head softly and says softly, "A shepherd who slaughters his own flock may find himself short on wool when the winter comes."
Bassanio smiles affably, "It seems that someone is eager to get a head start on these proceedings", he states as he points at the Brujah Childe approaching the sole member of Clan Gangrel at his Table, another young Lick.
"Yes. I think I rather admire his spirit," He admits, before looking back to Bassanio, "Whatever happens, however the votes go. I wish you well, sir, as one 'newblood' to another." he offers his hand.
There is, after all, no need for bad blood between those others in the same predicaments he is.
Venice by Night – Monday March 24, 1309
Salubri Table
Venice by Night – Monday March 24, 1309
Salubri Table
Narses Court
Assamite Table
"You have mentioned being on the run, being outcast, several times. May I ask what led you into exile?"
Gio was distracted when the door flew open, though, and his attention was fixed on the disfigured newcomer and its childe.
Venice by Night – Monday March 24, 1309
Narses Court
All characters make a Perception+Alertness roll DC 9 for Xing it is DC 7.
Lorenzo rises from his seat at the Cappadocian table and makes his way over toward Santo. "Good evening, Michael. With any luck this inquest will go smoothly."
"I am sure this is just a formality." the former doctor says with a comforting smile.
Venice by Night – Monday March 24, 1309
Narses Court
Malkavian Table
Vitaliano watched with interest as the clans bickered and brought about their arguments to a close for the evening. It would indeed be an interesting evening as the court dispersed and the individual clans were left to their own devices.
The specter was a curious moment, one that brought a bit of glee to his face. He had heard of these before and was most curious about the condition and how they came to be. He was quite upset though that he didn't get a chance to dissect the condition as the specter disappeared as abruptly as it appeared.
Bargard just stared in the emptiness as many events unfold
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Venice by Night – Monday March 24, 1309
Gangrel Table/Dunstar & Cantor
Dunstan approaches one of the low tables, the gangrel a man he already crossed words with.
This is one headache if you ask me, I hope you don't have as much trouble as the others, but I don't see the difference between tables as others, perhaps because I'm... new, but I would like to offer my hand in friendship to you, and hope we can work together and through this" extending an arm, and speaking with sincerity.
Cantor offers his hand to you in return, "Agreed, we got of on the wrong foot, a misunderstanding and a minor one only. My Sire has asked me to speak with the Clans who still have vacant seats. I am happy to see that you have come to me first."
"Looking on these,. . . fellow Kindred, I wonder if any of them really understand." he says, almost absent-mindedly.
"But, enough of that. As yourself said, I'm new. From what I can see, the Kindred" motioning with a hand to indicate nearly all gathered, "are most like roosters. They take names and titles as their crown and waffle, thinking that it means something. It does, just not much when it comes down to it."
"I think, I think we could make an interesting pair, you and I. You call me "low Clan". But I wonder. I wonder just what that is supposed to mean?"
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Venice by Night – Monday March 24, 1309
Gangrel Table/Dunstar & Cantor
"This could be, interesting. It seems that the Tzimisce, as a Clan are divided. I wonder, would they go to war? If so, where would the other Clans fall? Can a Clan split in two? Would those here join Vykos to destroy all of their Clan that did not join?"
Venice by Night – Monday March 24, 1309
Salubri Table
Perception + alertness
Venice by Night – Monday March 24, 1309
Gangrel Table/Dunstan & Cantor
"Well as a former crusader, I would rather sit with my soldiers than nobles, all they do is squabble for their own aggrandizement, which is what I see with this Low and High clans" shrugging his shoulders "One cannot be without the other, and if we are to come together, I rather be friends"
Looking at the Tzimice and other tables "They will go to war, but not openly, it will be a war of pawns and secrets, I hate that and it's a reason why being a soldier is better, your enemy is in front and you don't have to second guess who it is, and were it's coming from. I would expect a unified front, even if it's just a charade, but some won't take their defeats very well. I'm in support of my Sire Lady Meridie for obvious reasons, after all she protects me and it's natural, but I have heard the others, and it will not go well if Criatas takes charge, but it might just be as bad if he loses also, but he will have no elected power, but it will turn into a internal war for us, that is why I seek friends, not so much to fight but as deterrents that ensure peace among also the other Clans that are divided" looking at Cantor straight to his eyes "What do you think, will you help me?"
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"While I never actually made it to crusade, it wasn't for lack of trying. But, I do know of what you speak."
"I don't believe we have truly been fully introduced", extending a slightly clawed hand to shake.
"I am Yanos St. Germaine of the Low Clan Gangrel, Childe of Milov Petrankov. My Sire bade me speak with you, but also the children of the Clans Toreador and Ventrue. I imagine your Sire did likewise. Truth be told, from what I know of those two Clans, I had little interest in speaking with any other, but feel required."
"I am Sir Dunstan Füller of the High Clan Brujah, childe of Lady Meridie de Chancie" taking his clawed hand as if it were a perfectly normal one "Must be a culture thing to let his nails grow in his clan" smiling and nodding "Do not worry, I am sure there will be a fair amount of battles later on as far as thing are going right now. Yet I believe it is easier to deal with the Ventrue and Toreador if we put a good front between the two of us, then by ourselves, since we have been 'advised' to speak to them, more me than you since I must help my Sire take the reins of our Clan and not Criatas, he will bring war and death to quickly."
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"Must be a culture thing to let his nails grow in his clan"
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Venice by Night – Monday March 24, 1309
Gangrel Table/Dunstan & Cantor
Listening, but not truly understanding what it means yet, I wonder what his Sire told him of the Ventrue and Toreador, if anything. But, then again, my own Sire could have been wrong, or lying. . . And would war be a bad thing. It might clear out some of the older and weaker "Kindred", leaving room for more worthy ones. But he doesn't know nearly enough to make a choice yet, just weighing the different sides the best he can.
"We should go speak with them. I suggest the Toreador first, 'less you have a different plan. It doesn't matter too much to me." then leaning in to whisper to the knight alone, "But, I warn you, I'm going to pretend ta be even more ze witless brute zey expect me ta be. Just don' want you ta be surprised."
Venice by Night – Monday March 24, 1309
Narses Court
Michele K'haytall nods, "Good things come to those with patience. Ah here comes your Sire now..." You turn and see Sadir approaching. When you turn back K'haytall is gone! Sadir looks to you, "He has escaped has he? I shall have words with him, his presence here is a danger to both of us".
Bassanio takes your hand in return, "A rivalry between us should develop because of our actions not our relations. Besides, the Doge may be powerful in Venice but the Council wields a power of its own no? Power is never held in only one hand".
As Bassanio speaks his Sire steps away from the Table and towards the lone Salubri.
Your Sire remains behind watching the room intently.
The Cainite Toreador named Rafael de Corazon approaches you, "I appreciate your forwardness Childe. I think we may well see eye to eye on many things. No doubt I coud be a powerful ally to you and yours on this Inner Circle...
Venice by Night – Monday March 24, 1309
Narses Court
Vandras grimacs, "I Embraced an Infidel. Very much like your Sire did with you. I assume that he has had permission to do so with you. I did not, I thought that the Clan would see the utility in having Westerners in the Clan. They disagreed and have been hunting me ever since. Well hunting is perhaps too strong a word, no one specifically sought me out. Those who I knew, such as you Sire, warned me from returning East and so did I wander here in the West for many centuries".
Your Sire turns to you, "Better that you did not suggest any solution for Durg Syn eh? Tell me Childe, know you any of these other Fledglings?"
Venice by Night – Monday March 24, 1309
Narses Court
As you sit staring into space materializing before your eyes is an absolutely enchanting looking woman. She appears to be a predator in the flesh of a human but alluring all the same.
"What is your name mortal? I should like to taste the Blood of one of Narses kin..."
Venice by Night – Monday March 24, 1309
Onfroi the Bastard of Burgandy - the Dark Streets of Venice
She's are running late, you were supposed to meet Viletta at La Serenata Notturna an hour ago. Francois, your Master, had asked you to wait at the front door for her report and run it ti Court once she arrived. She has yet to arrive and you are getting quite nervous about the whole ordeal.
As the armed contingents roam to and fro the sense of danger within the city grows. You wonder if the Cainites see the powder keg that this city has become. Certainly you have seen it before humans that act i such a manner need very little to set them off to incite an escalation of violence. You only hope that you are not here to see it when it happens.
A figure walking down the street near to you is cursing and muttering to himself. A drunk or a madman you assume. He passes you and then sniffs the air. Turning back his eyes light up as he grin at you. "To who do you belong?" he asks pointedly.
Onfroi peers into the darkness back and forth his hand clutching nervously at his sword hilt when the stranger passes and then for a moment stuns him; he then recovers himself saying plainly and with respect
"I am with the Rose of Paris Lord"
Onfroi considers introducing himself but gives a small smile realizing he is to them only who he belongs to.
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Venice by Night – Monday March 24, 1309
Gangrel Table/Dunstan & Cantor
"I see one of them has gone to speak with the Salubri. They seem to be the other Clan my Sire has some respect for, and I'm interested to see how that goes. From what I've heard, the Salubri have little use for the Toreador's fancies."
Venice by Night – Monday March 24, 1309
Assamite Table
Vandras grimacs, "I Embraced an Infidel. Very much like your Sire did with you. I assume that he has had permission to do so with you. I did not, I thought that the Clan would see the utility in having Westerners in the Clan. They disagreed and have been hunting me ever since. Well hunting is perhaps too strong a word, no one specifically sought me out. Those who I knew, such as you Sire, warned me from returning East and so did I wander here in the West for many centuries".
Gio nodded, looking sympathetic. In his very limited experience, the Assamites did not seem particularly forgiving of such transgressions. "And your childe? Where is he now?"
Venice by Night – Monday March 24, 1309
Onfroi the Bastard of Burgandy - the Dark Streets of Venice
The man positively grins, "Ah the artiste Francois Villon is your Master? Oh most excellent, most excellent indeed. You and he get along well enough then?"
Venice by Night – Monday March 24, 1309
Assamite Table
Vandras shakes his head in dismay, "He met the final death some time ago. It was that very incident that led to Radek's alienation from his own Clan in the years just before the event that mortals refer to as the First Crusade. Radek retaliated against a Tremere that had slain my Childe, he did not destroy the Cainite but he destroyed a few of his pet Gargoyles".
As he finishes his sentence the grotesque Cainite of Clan Nosferatu who just announced himself approaches your Table, "As-salamu alaykum wa rahmatullahi wa barakaatuhu. I would be remiss if I did not reach out to those with whom I share a homeland if not common ancestry in mortal and Cainite blood. I am Simon of Clan Nosferatu, this my Childe Cristiano the Wonder. You look familiar have we met?" he asks Vandras.
Vandras shakes his head no.
Onfroi looks closer at the fellow starting to get a bit more concerned taking a step back for more distance, Onfroi says perhaps underestimating himself "I am but a minor vassel in a great lord's estates. May I have the honor of your name good lord?"
Venice by Night – Monday March 24, 1309
Onfroi the Bastard of Burgandy - the Dark Streets of Venice
Before he can answer Violetta appears from nowhere in the shadows of the building.
"Who are you to accost one of my Sires retinue?" she asks sternly.
The man turns to her with no fear in his eyes, "I am Petradon if you do not know that name Violetta then it is your own folly to challenge me. I would have this one for my own. A strengthening of the bonds between your kin and mine own. It is your Sire who I would see sit beside me, I believe we are of like mind on many things..."
Violetta bows respectfully to the entity before you, "My apologies. I did not recognize you in your... guise. I fear that before I can relinquish this one to you I must speak with Francois, Onfroi is not a mere chattle but a valued member of our retinue certainly you understand?"
He snorts, "Speak with him then and quickly. I shall be back later this evening to claim this one as mine. I can smell the age on him, he is wasted as a vassal".
With that he turns ad stalks back out into the night.
Violetta turns back to you, "What just happened Onfroi?"
Xing listens in and continues to take in all that is going on around her. Politics... she hates the game. She shift uncomfortably in her chair and looks to the member of her clan who she hear whisper.
After the hidden faced one leaves Onfroi takes a deep breath and exhales it not realizing he had been holding it saying, "Lady, I have no idea but he seemed excited to find me and know I belonged to our lord, I felt both a disdain and a desire. Please escort me to the meeting with our Lord Lady or I fear I may not make it, but also know it would allow you to present yourself to relate your own news rather then from my lips
Venice by Night – Monday March 24, 1309
Lasombra Table
Such blood retards the process creating a hybrid of the intended Clan and something less but more. A mixture of Fey and Cainite.
I have studied this one as it sought me out. It seeks the Shadows and so I have brought it into my favor. No doubt I shall find some way to make this one serve me and the interests of the Clan. My dear, would you like to learn more of this? I can involve you if you wish it".
Venice by Night – Monday March 24, 1309
Onfroi the Bastard of Burgandy - the Dark Streets of Venice
Violetta cocks her head considering your words, "Long have you been a loyal servant to the Clan of the Rose. When my mortal Grandfather was a babe you were drawing breath. Such loyalty begats loyalty back Onfroi. Do you wish to explore this idea further? I did not think such a thing would interest you".
Fey? Are there other creatures in the world that she has only heard stories of as a child? So much to take in...
Xing nods to her Grandsire. "That would be much appreciated Grandsire. The more I know of others the better I can serve our clan."
Venice by Night – Monday March 24, 1309
Narses Court
As Bassanio speaks his Sire steps away from the Table and towards the lone Salubri.
Your Sire remains behind watching the room intently. ** spoiler omitted **
The Cainite Toreador named Rafael de Corazon approaches you, "I appreciate your forwardness Childe. I think we may well see eye to eye on many things. No doubt I coud be a powerful ally to you and yours on this Inner Circle...
Andrew rises and shakes hands with the man....
"Mayhap we can speak at length once tha meeting adjourns."
Venice by Night – Monday March 24, 1309
Lasombra Table
Venice by Night – Monday March 24, 1309
Narses Court
Rafael bows, "I would be delighted to. Tell me will you be attending this Blood Feast that the Prince has requested our presence for?"
Venice by Night – Monday March 24, 1309
Vitaliano scratched his chin a bit and looked over the others about. "Hmm...I can't say that I particularly know them, but I did meet a few. I believe I caught their names." he said before pointing to Andrew, Xing, and Brian and offering their names.
He looked around the room "It would probably be best for me to engage the childe of the various Sires present with influence yes? Try to influence them towards choosing you. Though I hardly think you need the help with such a delusional competitor." he offered.
Venice by Night – Monday March 24, 1309
Narses Court
Your Sire shakes his head and whispers heatedly, "You would think not but remember, the best way for our enemies to get to me is by helping that fool! You start with them, I'll start with the Tzimisce then we will regroup". Before you can answer he heads off towards Vykos his best fake winning smile spreading across his face.
Venice by Night – Monday March 24, 1309
Narses Court
Vitaliano nods to his sire before getting up and giving a polite bow to the ladies of his table and heading off to meet with Andrew for now as it seems that Xing is quite surrounded and is the center of attention at her table at present.
He carefully waits for the right moment to approach to speak, doing his best to remember his manners so as not to interrupt anyone. "I see that the evening has brought us together again, I'm quite glad to see a few familiar faces instead of being in a room with only strangers for such an event. I hope that the evening's activities have been to your liking?" he started in by making nice before broaching the subject at hand.
Venice by Night – Monday March 24, 1309
Narses Court
Bassanio takes your hand in return, "A rivalry between us should develop because of our actions not our relations. Besides, the Doge may be powerful in Venice but the Council wields a power of its own no? Power is never held in only one hand".
"Wise words, sir, wise words," Here is hoping that no matter how it falls for the Toreador, we can each inspire civilization and beauty as it grows. "Pardon, I should mingle with others not of my clan if I'm to have any understanding of them. One cannot learn everything from observation and there is much to learn indeed."
With that, he smooths his clothing, inclines his head, and moves towards the the Cappadocian Lorenzo.
Assuming it isn't a rude time to do so, the Venice native of Clan Toreador introduces himself, true, he's already voiced his name before all, but that was before the prince and it seems rude not to state them to a peer, "Ranerius Bernerius of Clan Toreador, greetings to you, Signore."
Venice by Night – Monday March 24, 1309
Narses Court
Hearing another voice speak to him, Lorenzo removes his attention from Michael Santo for the moment.
"Greetings to you as well, Ranerius." Extending his hand, he continues in introduction, "Dr. Lorenzo Cappelli. To what do I owe the pleasure of your company this evening?"
Onfroi thinks for long moments as he begins to walk and then says an oath spoken yesterday is the same to me as an oath spoken two hundred years ago. I am a knight and vassal servant of our lord, and if he sees fit to reward me with any gift I am grateful. Every mortal man and woman I ever knew is long gone, I love and live life each day knowing the warriors promise that it would be my last, and yet I plan and build for myself to enjoy what years I have. Let our lord decide my fate and what is best for him and the clan, if I am to be traded it is not the first time, and it will be a grand new venture either way I think!
Venice by Night – Monday March 24, 1309
Narses Court
Hearing another voice speak to him, Lorenzo removes his attention from Michael Santo for the moment.
"Greetings to you as well, Ranerius." Extending his hand, he continues in introduction, "Dr. Lorenzo Cappelli. To what do I owe the pleasure of your company this evening?"
Ranerius clasps the hand firmly but without challenge or some silly attempt at dominance in the gesture, "Since I find honesty, albeit polite honesty, to be for the best, I seek you out due to a mixed medley of genuine curiosity about other Clans and people, social expectations at a gathering, and diplomacy for the voting at hand. While I do hope to gather support from your clan on my sire's behalf, even if I fail at this I hope to at least learn about it. I find little is truly a waste if one can at least come out of it less ignorant than he was before."
Lasombra Table
Xing nods to her grandsire.
"Much appreciated."
She goes back to listening in on whatever conversations and going abouts that she can looking toward the Salubri table from time to time.
Venice by Night – Monday March 24, 1309
Assamite Table
Gio waits politely for an opportunity to introduce himself to the elder Nosferatu. He nods amiably at the younger Cainite but doesn't speak while Simon is speaking.
Venice by Night – Monday March 24, 1309
Narses Court
"Ahh...honesty, something sorely lacking these nights. I am more than happy to have a conversation with you on any number of subjects, including why you believe, beyond the ties of blood, why Francois Villon deserves to have the seat on the Inner Circle more than Helene la Jouste or Rafael de Corazon."
"That being said, my friend, my time is not entirely my own. Once the inquest into Signore Santo and his sire begins, my attention will have to be dedicated to that endeavor."