Dec 14, 2020 4:47 pm
Torston comes out and approach's Henry. "Yes Master Harpy I can relay the message what is the purpose of your meeting?"
1401 CE
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Dec 14, 2020 6:11 pm
"Firstly I would like to catalogue the boons owed so that I may formly announce them to the court for the prince. Secondly, I would like to see Delcamps condition as his primogen."
Dec 15, 2020 12:32 am
Moments later The Prince enters the abbey. She is wearing what appears to be a very well made red leather armour and she has a German Longsword strapped to her back. She casually enters and takes a seat on her throne.
"Master Henry, you requested an audience?"
"Master Henry, you requested an audience?"
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Dec 15, 2020 1:35 am
Gwynne approaches Kristophe and the dagger. "Um, can I take a look, to see if I can get anything else from it, just in case, if that's alright?" She takes the dagger (if offered) and concentrates a moment. "Hm. I can't get anything else. Maybe they didn't have a strong connection with it though, and it was just a dagger." She offers the dagger up to whoever wants it.
Dec 15, 2020 2:53 am
"Ahh, my Prince. All I require is an official recitition of boons owed and to whom for official purposes. And if you have the time after, an update on Delcamp."
Dec 15, 2020 6:12 pm
Enki stands up and turns to his ghoul "Stay here and once a decision is made find and report it to me. I have some other avenues of investigation to look into."
Enki heads to the door with the hound and his bodyguard and the two depart on horseback.
Enki heads to the door with the hound and his bodyguard and the two depart on horseback.
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Leaves SceneDec 16, 2020 3:58 am
Torston steps forward and says in a rather nervous voice "While I do not wish to interrupt anyone I must let everyone know there are a few court matters that need to be tended to. First of all the upcoming election for the position of Warden is approaching and while Gregor of course will be putting himself forward anyone else that wishes to should let the Harpys know.
Furthermore our just Prince has granted the right of progeny to both Enki of Clan Tzimiscie and Finn of Clan Salubri. Once their candidates have received the embrace and had time to adjust along with being taught proper court etiquette they will be brought forth to the Prince. Until then these new Cainites are considered under accounting of their respected sires and extended the rights of our kind in turn, including protection under the traditions."
Furthermore our just Prince has granted the right of progeny to both Enki of Clan Tzimiscie and Finn of Clan Salubri. Once their candidates have received the embrace and had time to adjust along with being taught proper court etiquette they will be brought forth to the Prince. Until then these new Cainites are considered under accounting of their respected sires and extended the rights of our kind in turn, including protection under the traditions."
Dec 16, 2020 6:42 pm
"Thank you Henry, please proceed. Once we we have concluded our business here, you are welcome to visit Delcamp and see his recovery for yourself." The Prince points to one of her servants nearby, "Maya can take you to him."
Dec 16, 2020 7:03 pm
Standing off to the side after the Prince's words, the discussions of the other Cainites begin to fade away into a dull murmur. Gwynne and Kristophe attempting to divine answers from the dagger, Henry and Prince Auzilie doing their polite linguistic dance, all of it melted into a cacophonous soup that filled the hall with its din. Others likewise surely had their own thoughts and discussions and all of it was entirely unimportant. Politics and bureaucracy and the maneuverings so common amongst their kind, and none of them seemed to recognise that there was a time for words, and a time for action. Words had passed.
"No." The single word was spoken in an even tone, but few seemed to hear it. They did not have his attention.
"NO." Louder this time, that he might force them to hear. Still, the impact did not command the hall. No more half measures. No more polite dance.
"NO!" His voice echoes throughout the hall like a peal of thunder, and the look on his face is as dark as the storm that follows. "The very Inquisition, the Hounds of the Church walk freely on your doorstep and all would do is ponder their motives? Let me settle that debate for you. The Church has burned cities and the people in them, good and evil alike, and it would happily do so again just to be named the King of the Ashes. If the Inquisition is here, it is not for relaxation."
The warrior's eyes played over the assembled Kindred, as much for effect as to ensure all would feel the weight of his words.
"They are here to conduct the war for their God. And I will not stand idle while pieces are moved, and lines are drawn."
Seeking out one particular figure in red armour, The Lion of Tunis took long, measured strides towards the throne before stopping abruptly and fixing her with a stare. "Prince Auzilie Birkenfeld, I would...politely demand a moment of your time. A war in shadows is upon the court, and you have few capable of tackling this threat. You need a Boetharch, or in Latin a Strategos." He paused, briefly to allow his words the weight they required.
"I move to elect a Master of War."
"No." The single word was spoken in an even tone, but few seemed to hear it. They did not have his attention.
"NO." Louder this time, that he might force them to hear. Still, the impact did not command the hall. No more half measures. No more polite dance.
"NO!" His voice echoes throughout the hall like a peal of thunder, and the look on his face is as dark as the storm that follows. "The very Inquisition, the Hounds of the Church walk freely on your doorstep and all would do is ponder their motives? Let me settle that debate for you. The Church has burned cities and the people in them, good and evil alike, and it would happily do so again just to be named the King of the Ashes. If the Inquisition is here, it is not for relaxation."
The warrior's eyes played over the assembled Kindred, as much for effect as to ensure all would feel the weight of his words.
"They are here to conduct the war for their God. And I will not stand idle while pieces are moved, and lines are drawn."
Seeking out one particular figure in red armour, The Lion of Tunis took long, measured strides towards the throne before stopping abruptly and fixing her with a stare. "Prince Auzilie Birkenfeld, I would...politely demand a moment of your time. A war in shadows is upon the court, and you have few capable of tackling this threat. You need a Boetharch, or in Latin a Strategos." He paused, briefly to allow his words the weight they required.
"I move to elect a Master of War."
Dec 16, 2020 7:13 pm
Abdul looks up at the familiar sound of Aserymus' booming voice, letting the impact of his statement sink in.
"I agree with you my friend. The Church saw my country men and clan mates slaughtered en mass by their foolish ideals of retaking their ' Holy Land'." Abdul pauses for a moment. "I agree we require someone to lead us to war, someone who has experience in this life of their past one. Any volunteers?"
"I agree with you my friend. The Church saw my country men and clan mates slaughtered en mass by their foolish ideals of retaking their ' Holy Land'." Abdul pauses for a moment. "I agree we require someone to lead us to war, someone who has experience in this life of their past one. Any volunteers?"
Dec 16, 2020 9:51 pm
The Prince raises her hand to pause Henry during their conversation so that she could hear Aserymus's words. Once he is finished she stands from her throne, she lets out a chuckle, "Are you mad? I have 4 formidable warriors in my court and you would have me risk their lives for what? To draw more attention to ourselves so that the Inquisition may then take out the weaker of our kinsmen? Foolishness!"
She begins to pace back and forth looking out towards everyone, "There are others like us in this city. Savage, uncivilized monsters. Specifically those that have tortured Delcamp. Why should we sacrifice our own in a foolish battle when we can give the Inquisitors what they desire?
She begins to pace back and forth looking out towards everyone, "There are others like us in this city. Savage, uncivilized monsters. Specifically those that have tortured Delcamp. Why should we sacrifice our own in a foolish battle when we can give the Inquisitors what they desire?
Dec 16, 2020 10:53 pm
*Henry waits for the Prince to finish*
"Perhaps I may be of assistance? I believe we can both wage a war and also remove the less...tasteful...inhabitants of the city. If we were to strike down one of the inquisitors and use the body to lure the remainder into the woods where the werewolves exist, I'm sure they would wage a lovely battle. We could even arrange to have a celebration in their honor thanking them for their efforts; if they survive of course. This would allow for a proactive approach on the matter while keeping our invovlement to a minimum."
"Perhaps I may be of assistance? I believe we can both wage a war and also remove the less...tasteful...inhabitants of the city. If we were to strike down one of the inquisitors and use the body to lure the remainder into the woods where the werewolves exist, I'm sure they would wage a lovely battle. We could even arrange to have a celebration in their honor thanking them for their efforts; if they survive of course. This would allow for a proactive approach on the matter while keeping our invovlement to a minimum."
Dec 17, 2020 12:13 am
"My Henry, I didn't know you to be a man of strategy, but that's a tremendous idea. The only real question is how do we arrange such an encounter?" Abdul seemed impressed, "I doubt any of us are cable of that level of savagery."
Dec 17, 2020 1:47 pm
Enki who is standing in the doorway shook by Aserymus's bellowing words watches the event unfold before him. As Aserymus speaks he seems to nod in agreement noting his own distaste for the Christian invaders he seems to ponder Aserymus's plan for a moment before The Prince and Henry interject their own opinions on the matter. After the room seems to settle he speaks.
"We are surrounded by enemies on all sides something should be done, to sit idly be and allow our opponents to grow and infect our fair city is something we can no longer afford. Dear Prince how would you have your city be protected?"
"We are surrounded by enemies on all sides something should be done, to sit idly be and allow our opponents to grow and infect our fair city is something we can no longer afford. Dear Prince how would you have your city be protected?"
Dec 17, 2020 1:47 pm
Crawling on hands and knees, the back of his robes tattered and bloody a shaking and coughing Giovanni slithers from the shadowy corner
"CaEser! I beseech you to use me!"Wheezing Giovanni gasps out the words. "There is a price for those not chosen, but it is not great, lord Caesar" groveling in a bloody heap Giovanni waits.
"CaEser! I beseech you to use me!"
[ +- ] Latin
And he said, Go and spy, that I may know and fetch him. And it was told him, saying, Behold, he is Giovanni chosen of Christ. kings 6:12
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Dec 17, 2020 1:51 pm
Enki seems to turn suddenly to look at the new arrival, he studies him for a moment.
"You must be the Nosferatu that I have herd about, Giovanni was it? I am Enki Primogen of Clan Tzimiscie a pleasure to meet you."
Enki holds out his hand
"You must be the Nosferatu that I have herd about, Giovanni was it? I am Enki Primogen of Clan Tzimiscie a pleasure to meet you."
Enki holds out his hand
Dec 17, 2020 5:21 pm
a loud laugh is herd as Gregor emerges from a nearby shadow "How preposterous...war with the inquisition. This is why we should not let Neonates lead us, risking our hides in such a foolish pursuit." Gregor walks by Aserymus seeming to size him up "Electing a master of war would be a foolish endeavor, we had traditions and shall hold by them."
Gregor seems to slink back into the shadows awaiting the Princes desicion.
Gregor seems to slink back into the shadows awaiting the Princes desicion.
Dec 17, 2020 10:37 pm
The iron mask turns slowly towards enki. A rumbling low voice seeps from Giovanni.
"Good enki, I am but..." a wracking cough erupts and subsides "a humble priest. Not a mighty nosforatu like the brave one here. I do not hide from the gifts and light of lord Christ." His voice getting higher and more shrill Giovanni points to Gregor and shrieks "YOURE TRADITIONS HAVE FAILED YOU, HERETIC!"
Turning his back to Gregor Giovanni sits on both knees and awaits the prince. His tattered and bloody back seeping vitea to the floor behind him.
"Good enki, I am but..." a wracking cough erupts and subsides "a humble priest. Not a mighty nosforatu like the brave one here. I do not hide from the gifts and light of lord Christ." His voice getting higher and more shrill Giovanni points to Gregor and shrieks "YOURE TRADITIONS HAVE FAILED YOU, HERETIC!"
[ +- ] Latin
And the Lord appeared unto him this night, and said, I am the Giovanni of God thy father: fear not, for I am with thee, and will bless thee, and multiply my seed for my servant sake.
Turning his back to Gregor Giovanni sits on both knees and awaits the prince. His tattered and bloody back seeping vitea to the floor behind him.
Dec 18, 2020 9:47 pm
Gregors face snarls with the twisted teeth grinding like glass on stone. Gregor turns to the crumpled man on the floor towering above him he speaks his voice horse and twisted bellowing from the man. "YOU ARE A DISGRACE YOU IMPUDENT NEONATE!" the mans voice shrikes for a moment before he regains his composure running his hand across his bald head leaving a sickly shine.
Gregor speaks is a softer tone but his words still like daggers " However you have survived up to this point is beyond me, you disrespect our traditions and your lord god. Whatever vile member of our kind had the gall to embrace you best pray I never meet them!" Gregor snaps around to look at the Harpy "As Primogen of Clan Nosferatu let it be know that Giovanni Bellini has earned himself the status of DISGRACED!" the last word louder then the rest Gregor resumes his position in the shadows of the gathering.
Gregor speaks is a softer tone but his words still like daggers " However you have survived up to this point is beyond me, you disrespect our traditions and your lord god. Whatever vile member of our kind had the gall to embrace you best pray I never meet them!" Gregor snaps around to look at the Harpy "As Primogen of Clan Nosferatu let it be know that Giovanni Bellini has earned himself the status of DISGRACED!" the last word louder then the rest Gregor resumes his position in the shadows of the gathering.
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