The Gathering

Godfrey's carriage pulls up. The driver gets off and opens the door. Godfrey walks out and crosses his arms behind his back. He makes his way to the doors. He nods to the caretaker taking coats and awaits to be seated.

Gwynne lingers in the general area outside, anxiously counting off those who have arrived and those yet to show.

There are no carriages or attendants announcing Isaac's arrival. There is no fanfare at all. To most observers he is simply not there one moment and the next he is handing a patched cloak to the surprised servants. He leans in close to the servants.He enters smiling at the assembled guests and waving to all his FRIENDS. As it would be rude to start anything before the host arrives Isaac contents himself to sit quietly in a corner and bury himself in his own musings.

A smallish man with Turkish features wearing well made but simplistic clothing was first in the door. He glanced around for a moment before unfurling a scroll and clearing his throat.
"And now announcing Abdul Wasi, of the Bannu Haquim, Emissary of The Mountain, Servant to both Allah and His Glorious Sultan Bayezid First of his name." The crier stepped aside as the door opened, Abdul wearing finer clothing then usual, flanked by two more servants, one carrying a small scroll on a velvet pillow. The were followed by the sight of twelve men, each wearing what could only be described as ceremonial uniforms of golds and greens, their turbans white as snow with a jewel in the middle of their forehead and their ornate scabbards noticeably empty. they moved as units of three, continuously instep despite the large chests that were balanced on the palanquins they carried.
Abdul bowed to The keeper, "Gifts for her Excellency, as is tradition." There was a slight smile, "Gold, Frankincense, and Myrrh. Gifts that can be traced back in both of our Religions as a symbol of cooperation and respect." As he rose and straightened his finery Abdul took the sealed scroll from the pillow, "And a message for the Prince's eyes only, I trust you will see it delivered seal unbroken most Honorable Keeper."

Duccio's carriage arrives at the "abbey" and slowly makes his way out of it and up the walkway adjusting his fine robes and satchel while leaning heavily on a new looking cane with an ornate silver handle and tip. Upon reaching the the entryway Duccio kindly rejects the offer to take his bag before approaching the the Keeper, "Sorry I am running a little on the late side but Champion Leonarduccio has arrived."

Godfrey sits next to enki and crosses in legs and fold his hands over his lap. A warm smile always upon his face.

There is no loud announcement when Aserymus strides through the doors of the Prince's Gathering. No boisterous music, nor personal seneschal pronouncing a litany of titles to the other Cainites. No, his appearance and alone would suffice tonight.

Gone was the golden breastplate and crested helmet, though the bracers and greaves remained. On his torso is a tunic fine Damascus Silk, black and deepest purple, with gold filigree woven into the fabric. Across his broad shoulders is the cloak of a leonine predator, the soft fur dotted with darker spots in contrast to its golden hue.

Both ears are pierced with golden jewellery, as is his nose with a ring of solid gold. His fingers, too, are adorned with more of the sun-coloured metal, the wealth an obvious display of opulence to those in attendance. And now somewhat more visible without his armour, his arms of corded muscle are covered in foreign tattoos, with easily over half the skin proudly displaying symbols and ink of one meaning or another.

Pausing inside the doors for but a moment, the Lion of Tunis moves to take his place among the other guests.

*A man in a dark coat and his entourage come though the door. The party remove their cloaks and reveal aristocratic finery.*

*The leader is a tallish man, equipped with a stylish cane and wearing a masquerade mask that covers the upper half of his face, revealing a well groomed beard below it.*

Callum, *The Regent instructs the man dressed like a butler next to him* Go inform the keeper that clan Tremere have arrived, and ask how you can be of assistance.

*The Regent, the Large man wearing a Bavarian dress uniform, and the huge obvious Bodyguard, go take a seat as they wait for the event to begin*

In the wake of Abdul's panache and fanfare, Karim sulks into the room. Dressed in his general attire of dark coloured rags, he looks almost as out of place as the street-rat feels. He makes a tokenistic gesture to any who bothered to notice his enterance, before slipping away to one of the walls, trying to avoid any unnecessary attention.