Atlanta, Georgia: May 4, 2013

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