Atlanta, Georgia: May 4, 2013
On the purpose for our gathering:
It is no secret that tensions ran high as we gathered in the
basement of Sub Rosa. The
time had finally come to sign the treaty that would put the turbulent past
behind us. The space was packed,
which only showed the eagerness of
the city to move forward into a brighter future. The past cannot be forgotten but it can be forgiven, and we
all gathered together to show our willingness to unite for the strength of the
Camarilla and the strength of Atlanta.
I doubt that every fence found itself mended by the end of
the night but an important first step has been made.
On the treaty and its
ghostly implications:
With the signing of the treaty well under way, it seemed
that the whole affair would come to a successful and uneventful
conclusion.
If only we should
be so lucky.
Surprisingly (or not), when the Anarch approached to sign
her name the document responded in a most peculiar
way.
Words appeared that had not been there before, words that threatened
the city and Prince Nicola!
It seemed a dangerous prank to pull even for an Anarch, but her name would soon be cleared.
The errant writing appeared to a handful more, and it seemed
the only thing that they did have in
common was a connection to the spirit world.
Ghostly threats from beyond the grave? This is the first time I’ve ever known a praxis to be
threatened by spirits, at least in a city that boasts no Necromancers.
And it would not be our only dealing with the restless dead
that night!
On the biker gang:
Of all the nights for a leather-clad group of Brujah
ruffians to ride into town, this was not
the most choice of evenings.
I’m not usually one to harp on stereotypes, but they were a biker gang!
Their arrival in the city could hardly go unnoticed, as one of their first actions was to trespass
on territory overseen by the Sherriff!
Not only was this group of hooligans feeding where they didn’t belong
but they were also found embracing
childer!
Further investigation revealed two startling facts.
The first: They had
been given permission to feed in the city by
the Tremere, whose territory neighbored the aforementioned.
Perhaps the
Tremere need to learn the boundaries of their land a little better?
The second: The Vipers claimed to have permission to embrace
within Atlanta as well! By whom, you ask? The Mad Prince!
It would appear that our city is not only being plagued by
ghostly threats, but by actual
ghosts. Of course, the more likely
(and true) scenario is that there was an imposter running about claiming to
either be the late prince or speak for him.
I suppose if there were a silver lining to this whole ado it
would be in the fact that the biker gang was very apologetic for the confusion. They took to the news of the Mad Prince’s demise quite well
and even offered to sign the
treaty!
Let’s hope their eagerness to put the whole mess to bed was
in earnest, though it certainly was
the night for new beginnings.
On the consequences
of the Tremere:
What bit of trouble didn’t
lead back to the Tremere?
It’s true they were
innocent of the Treaty Debacle, but it did seem that every other incident had
their fingerprints all over them.
They let the biker
gang into their territory.
They brought a
potentially dangerous (and magical) painting onto Elysium.
Oh! I haven’t
yet regaled you with the story?
It seems that Oliver Mayne approached clan Nosforatu in
hopes that they had one among their number with artistic gifts. That they did not seek a member of the
Rose certainly raises questions as to
their intent. It was Luna deCoeur
who answered their inquiry as she is known both to dance and sing. She was asked if she would like to see
a painting.
A request, in my opinion, made all the more suspicious in its simplicity.
Upon seeing the painting the strangest effect overtook Ms.
Fattoria. One witness said she
seemed captured by it, in the way a Toreador becomes absorbed at the sight of a
masterful work of art.
Another said it tried to eat
her soul!
Whatever the true effect—it seemed the Tremere weren’t entirely sure what it would do—it seems hardly the sort of
thing to be brought onto Elysium!
And I’m sure their
little powwow with the Gangrel was nothing more than catching up between old friends.
If Mr. Mayne hadn’t already been named Cowardly for his
abandonment of the city at its most desperate time of need, I might be tempted
to call him imprudent for his show of
poor judgment.
I will give him the benefit of the doubt and hope that this
was only a temporary lapse.
Final Notes:
Mr. Hawthorn has made the wise decision to return to the
Ivory Tower and Prince Nicola has granted him acknowledgement.
Anyone who was not
in attendance has 30 days to sign the treaty. Please contact Thomas for arrangements.
Finally, those who wish to speak with the Prince privately
should schedule a meeting time with Seneschal Adalina Durante.
The evening had its ups and downs, but we succeeded in our
purpose. The treaty has been
signed, and the future laid out before us. Atlanta is a great city and it will only grow greater.
Bisou, Bisou
Desi
