A Plague For the Angels
Let me put in perspective for you: the Camarilla claims every Kindred's part of the organization, regardless. You do something they don't like, well, you're Camarilla, so you get punished under their laws, like it or not.
Leaving the Last Round, Amara rolled the words of the one called Damsel in her mind. Besides her anger, they ringed true: the Camarilla would act to protect its interests, and individual vampires (kindred, even if they had in common only the appetite for blood) would be trampled in name of the collective.
Of course, one of the Elders could use the rules to further his own goals: it was only a matter of not getting caught. The prize of the game was power then, power to hide one's mistakes, or power to have others ignore them.
Unbidden, the voice echoed like the rolling of thunder inside her mind. Weak legs, shuddering body, she clung to a stop sign.
THE TRADITIONS:
The First Tradition: The Masquerade - Thou shall not reveal thy true nature to those not of the Blood. Doing such shall renounce thy claims of Blood.
The Second Tradition: The Domain - Thy domain is thine own concern. All others owe thee respect while in it. None may challenge thy word while in thy domain.
The Third Tradition: The Progeny - Thou shall only Sire another with the permission of thine elder. If thou createst another without thine Elder's leave, both thou and thy Progeny shall be slain.
The Fourth Tradition: The Accounting - Those thou create are thine own children. Until thy Progeny shall be Released, thou shall command them in all things. Their sins are thine to endure.
The Fifth Tradition: Hospitality - Honor one another's domain. When thou comest to a foreign city, thou shall present thyself to the one who ruleth there. Without the word of acceptance, thou art nothing.
The Sixth Tradition: Destruction - Thou art forbidden to destroy another of thy kind. The right of destruction belongeth only to thine Elder. Only the Eldest among thee shall call the Blood Hunt.
Nauseated. A feeling like someone was drilling behind her eyes. Insanity would be much easier without all the crazy stuff; she let out a maniacal laugh, and straightened up, resuming her walk down the street.
A plaguebearer's a fool that doesn't care who they feed from. Yeah, I know what you're thinking, we can't get sick - but the kine can, and Kindred that feed on them start spreading disease. Enough get sick, it's an epidemic, CDC's in town as we speak. If someone puts together two and two as to the real cause of an outbreak of bloodborne diseases, guess what happens? So the plaguebearer's gotta be found and put down. If the Camarilla really gives a damn, they'll help us out.
After letting Damsel distill her hatred for the Camarilla, the woman became more civil, and more interested. At least, interested in sending The Fledgling to do the job.
Like all others.
One our boys' ghouls, name's Paul, lives nearby in the Skyeline apartments. Been a stranger lately. Looked like death last time he was here. Said he didn't get bit but... maybe you can get more info out of him.
Maybe, yes. Maybe.
Leaving the Last Round, Amara rolled the words of the one called Damsel in her mind. Besides her anger, they ringed true: the Camarilla would act to protect its interests, and individual vampires (kindred, even if they had in common only the appetite for blood) would be trampled in name of the collective.
Of course, one of the Elders could use the rules to further his own goals: it was only a matter of not getting caught. The prize of the game was power then, power to hide one's mistakes, or power to have others ignore them.
Unbidden, the voice echoed like the rolling of thunder inside her mind. Weak legs, shuddering body, she clung to a stop sign.
THE TRADITIONS:
The First Tradition: The Masquerade - Thou shall not reveal thy true nature to those not of the Blood. Doing such shall renounce thy claims of Blood.
The Second Tradition: The Domain - Thy domain is thine own concern. All others owe thee respect while in it. None may challenge thy word while in thy domain.
The Third Tradition: The Progeny - Thou shall only Sire another with the permission of thine elder. If thou createst another without thine Elder's leave, both thou and thy Progeny shall be slain.
The Fourth Tradition: The Accounting - Those thou create are thine own children. Until thy Progeny shall be Released, thou shall command them in all things. Their sins are thine to endure.
The Fifth Tradition: Hospitality - Honor one another's domain. When thou comest to a foreign city, thou shall present thyself to the one who ruleth there. Without the word of acceptance, thou art nothing.
The Sixth Tradition: Destruction - Thou art forbidden to destroy another of thy kind. The right of destruction belongeth only to thine Elder. Only the Eldest among thee shall call the Blood Hunt.
Nauseated. A feeling like someone was drilling behind her eyes. Insanity would be much easier without all the crazy stuff; she let out a maniacal laugh, and straightened up, resuming her walk down the street.
A plaguebearer's a fool that doesn't care who they feed from. Yeah, I know what you're thinking, we can't get sick - but the kine can, and Kindred that feed on them start spreading disease. Enough get sick, it's an epidemic, CDC's in town as we speak. If someone puts together two and two as to the real cause of an outbreak of bloodborne diseases, guess what happens? So the plaguebearer's gotta be found and put down. If the Camarilla really gives a damn, they'll help us out.
After letting Damsel distill her hatred for the Camarilla, the woman became more civil, and more interested. At least, interested in sending The Fledgling to do the job.
Like all others.
One our boys' ghouls, name's Paul, lives nearby in the Skyeline apartments. Been a stranger lately. Looked like death last time he was here. Said he didn't get bit but... maybe you can get more info out of him.
Maybe, yes. Maybe.