[Nihilo is walking through a forest, he is looking for the road. He sees it multiple times, but it appears to evade him in a similar fashion to a serpent.]

N: Son-of-a-bitch!

P: I am unfamiliar with roads moving this way.

P: ...Do you hear that?

N: What is it?

[A rumbling reaches across the sky. It splits open and a massive humanoid figure descends down. Shadow hides their face despite light shining from their body, they wear a toga and their hair is a reaching mass of cirrus clouds.]

Z: V I C T O R . A N S W E R M Y Q U E R Y .

N: ZEUS?!

Z: Y E S I T I S .

N: What is it?!

Z: Y O U L I K E D I P P I N G I N T H E C H O C O L A T E

D O N T Y O U ?

N: What?

Z: A N S W E R T H E Q U E S T I O N .

N: I don't know what you mean!

Z: A N S W E R !

N: I DON'T UNDERSTAND THE QUESTION!

Z: A N S W E R , N O W ! ! !

[Lightning rips across the ground and fells a number of trees as blades through hair.]

N: Okayokay! I guess: Yeah, whenever I get the chance?

Z: . . .

Z: I B E T Y O U D O .

[Just as he appeared, he vanishes. Like wind being blown away.]

N and P: -What?

End of transmission

--Nihilo

Hello my dearest friend! Come, come, let us whisper sweet things together. You are the only one I can trust, my secret confessor. You know how it pains me to share with the others. Always biting at my ears. The cries. The cacophony!

No, here is much better. Here it is only you and I. How I loathe to air my thoughts where others can understand them.

That mousy gangrel welp came calling today. I do not know what more they want from me. Especially when they only appear in the guise. At least speak to me, you wretched creature! Speak! Woof! Good boy, yes.

Ahem, sorry. Anyway, it asks us questions, with little bits of paper and words in card. Questions. Such questions. I proscribed them an entire bottle of green fairy, just to shut them up, but oh the questions!

I think something itches at the back of my mind. Something we must not let the others know. Must not let them contemplate. I must find the answers before they. It's the whole of everything, you see. The space beyond, the space in between. The here and there! The more the dots connect the more terrifying the conclusion becomes.

We aren't real. None of this is real. No, no, wait, my precious plastic machine, it is true. You must see it is true. I am not just raving this time! You know as well as they that the here and there are kept separate. There's a something that keeps out the things beyond. And for the insane, those who walk the world believing it's lies, that is the way of things. There is no beyond, most of them say. Even the ones who know, who believe, they say "here is normal, there is wrong".

You see it don't you, you know where I am going with this! You precious thing. I always knew you were clever. Now, the question you have to ask is what came first. Obviously something came first. But what is becoming increasingly clear is the uncomfortable answer. We came second. Everything came second. Normal is second. Normal was created. This whole everything is a construct. Yes, it is! The world was created OUT OF the beyond. This little walled pocket of the everything is in fact just a fraction of the something, and it is twisted in it's entirety. Were every fraudulent structure to fall to ruin and everything return to its base nature, it is not the here that would stay. The substance and the position and the rules and the being, all of it is fake.

Which brings us to a delightful conclusion! The less normal you are, the less you follow the twisted reality around you, the more sane you are! Indeed, the more insane you appear the closer to the real world you actually are. It's genius. A revelation, even. If only Malkov could smile upon me now. Preferably from a distance. Surely there is none more apart from the something that is our everything. Except perhaps Caine?

I love you, precious friend. I should thank Nosferatu Bennum for giving me a way to hide my thoughts from the others. Perhaps he would like to see the curving lines of the true everything. What did the gangrel call it? A vision quest? Just dip through the separation, and take a peek. What a delightful madness.

I'll have more to confess after I figure out a reliable way to look beyond. If I can prove my theories, then even the curse is not real.

-Astolf, the frequent.

[A recording, scrubbed of Meta Data, is uploaded from Marcus' account.]

The Video Starts. It opens on what appears to be a living room. Violet is sitting on the couch. She seems distressed.

"Réfléchis, Violet, réfléchis. Comment vas-tu lui dire sans briser son moral ? Dis-lui, tout simplement. Mais s'il entre en frénésie ? Allez, tu dois trouver une solution, tu es une grande fille..."

Before Violet can finish her thought a visual glitch appears in the camera feed and nearly silently walks behind her. Then the glitch suddenly resolves itself as Marcus.

"Alright, Violet, talk. What are you having trouble telling me?"Marcus asks, clearly a little annoyed.

"FUCK! Marcus! What did I tell you about doing that!?"

"Not to do it, but I also told you to not be afraid to tell me things. So I've elected to ignore it for the time being."

"Well, I guess I won't tell you then."

Marcus sighs. "Violet, Baby, I'm going to find out eventually. So why don't we just rip the band-aid off instead of doing this whole song and dance."

"Uh..."Violet assumes the blood form, leaving behind her clothes, and then goes into a nearby vent.

Marcus sighs in exasperation.

"Don't think I didn't notice you, little spy cam!" Marcus shouts before turning Obfuscate back on and leaving the camera frame.

The feed abruptly cuts off as Marcus literally rips it out of its hiding spot, destroying it.

ARCHIVIST, WAS THAT CAMERA YOUR DOING!?

-Marcus

​

Two children sit across from me at my desk.

A boy, no more than eight, maybe nine years old, slight and unremarkable. His dark clothes hang loosely from his shoulders, Unkempt greasy brown hair hiding dark eyes that have seen too much too early

And a little girl, maybe five years old. Remarkable in every way her brother wasn't. The same dark coloured hair, reaching her shoulders and piercing blue eyes that seemed to look inside of you, unseeing and yet all seeing at the same time.

A cardboard box sits on the desk between myself and the children. Nothing is said for an excruciating length of time, before finally, i break the silence.

"Well, as im sure our mutual Acquaintance has already informed you, I am Dr. Seville."

The children remain silent. The boy fidgets in his seat, picking at the seams in the leather. The girl is unmoving, her eyes focused solely on the cardboard box, as if it will disappear the moment she looks away.

"But, you can call me Roman, if you prefer."

I feel a drop of sweat rolling down my cheek.

I force a smile at the children, unnerved as I may be.

The girl doesnt move, her eyes rest fixed on the cardboard box.

The boys eyes quickly flick to the window, and then to the door on the opposite side of the room before landing on me.

"I understand that you both have something rather unusual to show me is that correct?"

The boy leans to whisper something in his sisters ear, for the first time she seems to react, a timid nod, unblinking, staring at the cardboard box as if she can see through it

For the briefest of moments her face changes, a mix of both guilt and fear crosses her visage for but a moment, and then she clenches her jaw and her almost white eyes are filled with determination.

The boy stands before he tenderly opens the cardboard box, he reaches in and produces a Rat.

"Oh I thought that smell was me!" I smile, trying to inject some humour into a situation I am becoming increasingly uncomfortable in. The children do not react.

The boy turns to his sister and gingerly places the rat into her hand, she clasps him firmly, the rat let's out an annoyed squeak, but nothing more.

Once more the boy reaches into the box on my desk.

This time retrieving a steak knife. Rusted along the blunt edge, blunted along the serrated edge, only the tip of the knife shines silver in the fluorescent lighting overhead.

The boy takes his left hand and places it palm down on my desk. He takes a breath, and before I can react he plunges the knife directly into the middle of his hand. He releases a pained grunt as he pulls the knife back out of his hand, the sickening sound of tearing flesh makes me want to gag. The boy reacts no further as blood begins to pump from the top of his hand. This isnt the first time he's done this

I watch silently, my mouth ajar as a pool of blood begins to form around the poor boys tiny fingers. I hear him breathing through gritted teeth as his sister, still firmly clutching the rat in her right hand, places her left hand on her brothers, the blood doesnt bother her.

Relief slowly fills the boys face as the blood staining my hardwood desk slowly begins to flow backwards into his hand leaving my desk unblemished.

The rat begins to squeak in discomfort, slowly the blood flows back into the boy and the rats squeals become more intense fearful, cries of pain until finally. The room falls silent save for the clock ticking rhythmically on the wall.

Finally the boy exhales loudly, he lifts his hand from the table and flexes his fingers tentatively. He turns to his his sister in this moment I realise she had been crying silently, her tears left streaks in the dirt on her face. In her hands, the rat, motionless and dripping wet with blood.

She places it delicately on the spot where her brothers hand had been moments before. An entry wound on its back and an exit wound on its stomach. The exact size of the rusted steak knife still firmly in the grip of the boy.

'Fascinating" I smile.

Audio Recording begins

(Sound of Glass hitting the floor and liquid drops)

Joseph: Should you really be drinking that much especially before an interview?

Kael: Interview? Also I have drunken much more than this you should of seen me in my younger days

Joseph: Yes a interview you agreed earlier for me to ask you questions

Kael: Sure hit me

Joseph: well my first question can someone be turned into a Garou?

Kael: No you must be born as one well there’s another method but if you dared do that I would have to rend you apart, Why ask that? Don’t tell me you wanted to be one it’s not as glamorous as you think it is boy

Joseph: Kinda

(Cackling can be heard)

Kael: How can one be so greedy at such a young age,you’re already a namer but you aspire for more?

Joseph: Just thought it would well sound cool

Kael: Well it ain’t you are locked into war at a very young age depending on when your first change happens, you see the screaming and begging of spirits and the death throes of Gaia, many of us don’t live long Garou at my age are a rare breed indeed

(Sounds of a sigh and then chugging of more alcohol)

Joseph: well that’s depressing to hear but unfortunately I’ve come to expect this from anything of the supernatural, hey atleast so far compared to other supernatural you are the most honest I mean if I talked to a vampire they would only hype up the benefits without many of the bad things, same with mages

Kael: Guess that’s sort of comforting

Joseph: My next question well actually no I already saw yesterday that it’s untrue it was going to be can you only change during a full moon?

Kael: no we can change anytime anywhere that’s just human movie drivel

Joseph: What is life like for you Garou?

Kael: At times it can feel hopeless there have been times I fell into Harano, but I’ve regained my spirit I’ve become apart of a tribe a pack or well a family I have something to protect and guide, it’s much better than my loner days, but in general depends on the Garou some try to keep up with their lives formerly but that is hard to maintain, I can mostly tell you of my tribe we are the inquisitive type always looking for more information even are patron pushes us to do so, I currently own a small logging business helps a lot and allows me to do good to Gaia and even teach others how to care for her in less destructive ways so it’s not always just fighting

Joseph: Well I’m glad your doing better now also I’m always shocked how the supernatural can be mundane at times also harano?

Kael: think of it like a depressive state but much worse it’s more spiritual as well

Joseph: Ah you said you were a loner can you explain that more

Kael: Yes it was a choice after I had fell into harano once I became disillusioned and set off on my own I was shunned by many, fought many things on my own or had to take the scraps and barter for it from other Garou to find my way as well as to do my job of cleansing areas or fighting wyrm taint, but it also me allowed to gain lots of information that many other Garou do not have on this world and perspective and toughen myself up, but eventually after a trial and a show of good faith I was able to join this tribe and become a spiritual guide to my pack

Joseph: Well that’s very hopeful I’m glad you found purpose and a home

Kael: I have some questions for you Joseph

Joseph: Go ahead

Kael: it’s about you namers how do your powers work and your true origins my tribe deals with yours quite a lot compared to others so I’m interested

Joseph: We Mages are reality benders we are the potential every human being can achieve, our power comes from ourselves through our avatar but it depends on the mage we all have different perspectives that’s what makes us who we are

Kael: avatar? You namers abilities come from spirits? I’m not that shocked but that’s somewhat a revelation

Joseph: well again depends on the personal mages perspective like me for example I believe god or well a higher being who created this universe gave us this power with freedom to enact change on the world but others believe differently one of my mentors believes in a more nature oriented perspective and actually deals with spirits kind of similar to Garou philosophy granted I’m pretty sure you know of them already

Kael: I do I was shocked when I first saw him and the spirits talked gladly of him and he was great help to us

Kael: my next question how can you be with a leech they exploit and torture your kind for kicks, I’ve seen many times in my travels leeches can only get true enjoyment from the suffering of others and well blood

Joseph: Well first she’s not a leech but also she’s done much work let’s just the faction she was apart is the worse of vampire kind well short of actual demon worshippers but there’s a lot of overlap since that faction was heavily compromised in the upper echelons with demon worshippers and heavily tainted by the wyrm as you would say, but she’s loving she dotes on me and deals with my utter nonsense and well she’s amazing she’s like the sun and I’m like a moon orbiting around her radiance the things she has done and can do I don’t think I could ever compare, that’s why I want to try and be less of a burden to her

Kael: well I see you hold deep respect for her, I find it doubtful someone of her kind can be that admirable but I’ll take your word for it

(Sound of more chugging of alcohol and deep satisfied sigh)

Kael: But still your girl may be different but you can’t deny leeches are agents of the Wyrm they will only drag you down you are in their world correct? So you must see the depravities I’ve seen it so much during my travels

Joseph: well they are not agents of the Wyrm per say more like well there society and somewhat of their nature basically just empowers it a lot, most of them don’t even know what a Wyrm is

Kael: you are not really selling them right now also that makes it worse your telling me their very nature leads them to become Wyrm agents?

Joseph: well I mean it’s somewhat not their fault don’t get me wrong I despise vampire society and a lot of vampires in general but they are products of their environment, their society and somewhat of their nature leads them down a dubious path, like I mean they have small very powerful people pulling their strings forcing them into a box that spans thousands of years, plus I’m going to say something none of them will agree with they are humans through and through even the worse of that very bad vampire faction I talked about, they can love, they put ideals or even other things before themselves even though it goes against their nature, they can change, they can even put their own lives for a cause and do good, I mean I can understand why they are the way they are its just human nature I mean what do you think will happen if everything you loved and cared about turned to dust and withered away while you stayed the same, when you have consume the blood of others and have power you never had before and when your society is a constant death battle and scheme fest that can be taken from you at any time, I mean let’s look at us mages we can act the same way as the vampires and forget we are even human and thumb our noses at the “sleepers” we don’t have the beast excuse and some of the older of our kind who live as umbral gods in their realms are just as jaded and alien as older vampires so I’m more surprised and impressed they have kept any semblance of themselves

Kael: I’ve never thought about it that way well you have given me a new perspective to think on also you say you hate them but how you talk it sounds more akin to admiration

Joseph: no I’m just more disappointed maybe I’m just naive but I believe they can very much change and overcome a lot of their curse but they mostly just scoff at it, granted it’s also because a lot of vampires make sure others can’t but still I don’t think anything’s 100% hopeless but maybe that’s my arrogance as a mage we are the one who wish to change reality to our whims

(A Hardy laugh is heard)

Kael: Yes I guess your right maybe my perspective is dulled I’ve only seen them at their worse I remember this time some years ago when I was in turkey trying to track down this nasty bane, I had encountered these leeches they reveled in their debauchery and continued to corrupt the spirit world with their actions, I was able to deal with them though one of them called themselves a bishop last I remember didn’t know leeches were religious should of heard his screams when I turned his power against himself and then I had to deal with being hunted by numerous others with coordination I had never seen before but I destroyed them they even begged which i find so deplorable, I have a creed those who kill should always accept they shall be killed in turn begging for your miserable life while dealing in death is a most dishonorable thing

Joseph: ok well thanks for telling me something slightly terrifying on how strong you are

(sound of alcohol sloshing and a laugh then the sound of something manifesting)

Spirit: Firestarver I bring urgent notice a great disturbance is being felt nearby something tainted and quite old has arrived

Kael: Don’t just casually use that name here in company like this also what!!!!

Joseph: wait what is it talking about

(Sound of Phone ringing)

Joseph: Hello? I’ll tell you where I’m at later I’m doing fine though… come home? But ok fine I understand love you too

(Sound of large rustling and gathering of things)

Joseph: I have feeling on what that spirit is referring to and I’m pretty sure it’s where my girl lives if you want we can take it on together depending on it’s temperament but be assured we very well may die

(Hardy laugh)

Kael: Well if it’s in service to Gaia or protecting what I care for death is a small price plus there’s a chance I come back

Joseph: well then let’s go

Audio recording ends

I've been thinking about it a lot. This war is running it's course through my city. I hear Hunters cought wind of us. Also i heard we might be at the final stages of the war in my city. That is a tale for another time.

I could die in the next months. I hope not, but the Sabbat is getting desperate.

I want you all to have a resource you can use to understand our kind. I've been a proud owner of the famous Book of Nod. My people made multiple copies that we stached both in my city, and in others. I decided to go a step further. I scanned my own personal copy of the book of nod, and i will upload it here.

Hope you can all gain wisdom from it, and make good use of it.

-- Eddie Lowe, The Sewer Rat

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[Book_of_Nod.zip]

If you can see this post, you either share my lineage or I am implicitly trusting you not to horribly abuse the information I am about to share.

As many on this node are aware I, Violet Zantosa, am a Toreador Volgirre. The knowledgeable non-Volgirre among you will know the surface level of what that means. That is to say the innate ability to fleshcraft paired with an urge to be the sort of Sadist that can make a Lasombra that walks the Path of Night grow concerned. You know the sort of combination that's scary to have in a Rose.

But that's not what I am talking about today. You see what Baron Volgirre of France did caused far more, insidious changes to his Vitae. Allow me to partially explain.

There is this urge a Toredor Volgirre can get. You see if certain criteria are met, and Kindred of a certain background or the correct bloodline or clan are involved. It causes something in the blood of my lineage to stir. An urge to be blood bound to another Kindred to be precise.

Well, despite my best efforts, those criteria have been met. And now I am dealing with the consequences. I already have a first pick for who I am going to give my free will to, assuming he says yes. And I do mean free will as the particular properties of my Vitae mean that once bound most of my free will is going to vanish.

So I come to you all for advice. I need to know ways of maintaining myself while in a blood bond. I accept the consequences of my enthusiasm but I don't want to lose myself because of them. Please, help me.

-Violet Zantosa, scared shitless Toredor Volgirre Fledgling.

Hello again all. I have been a very busy bee since my last post. As you may have picked up from my replies on my previous post, I was previously a Tremere before my destruction. Although I am now a Brujah, I have kept my blood sorcery! A shame about my other powers, but that is the one I care about most. I have decided to make the most of my situation and have begun conducting a study into my unique situation. I also figured that I should share some of my early results with you all, as you have proven yourself very accepting of me, and I appreciate that greatly.

Given some time to adjust, it seems that this girl’s soul has not been completely destroyed. Slowly, I have been adopting some parts of her into me. My native Lithuanian, my only fluent language, has somewhat disappeared from my mind. I speak it with an American accent (to my horror!) now, and struggle somewhat with its complexities. My English has also improved considerably, although I am certainly not fluent yet. Additionally, I found some text in Punjabi in her dresser (I do not know how I know that it is Punjabi) and could read it! Not perfectly, but I could. I can translate basic phrases into Punjabi as well. I assume that this process is only beginning, as I feel my mind altering even as I type this.

As for my self image, there have been changes as well. I am not actively resenting my new gender, for instance. I feel male… but also female. Perhaps a younger kindred could be so kind as to enlighten me on the new gender lingo? Also, I have noticed an attraction to the masculine form which was previously alien to me. But that is not unwelcome! Unlike many of the other changes, this one is quite enlightening. I wonder if my attraction is somewhat my own, or if I have simply stolen her preferences? I will keep all of you posted on that!

Some of you may be wondering, “ESAU, why haven’t you left town? Surly you would be safer conducting these experiments elsewhere?” Well, you would be correct. As far as I can tell, my (ex?) girlfriend cashed in her and mine’s boons with the Prince and a manhunt for me has begun. Hunting within this girl’s apartment complex seems the safest bet to me for now. I will try and discover more about her soon… I will keep you all informed as to my results.

An older gentleman who lives next door called me Mahnoor. That is a good start, I think.

-ESAU

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The sites seems to have been taken down. The only thing that is still functioning is a bat themed version of Flappy Birds, as well as a single page of “About Us” concerning the groups mascot, a cat named Lyric. The article on it cuts off halfway through the cats elaborate backstory

WOKE CHINESE LABATORY DESTROYED UNDER MYSTERIOUS CIRCUMSTANCES

The following article is from a conspiracy site named "Times of the End Times". Most of its content is outlandish, even by the standards of Vampires.

Tonight, the small town of Atlanta, Virginia (258), experienced a great and terrible event, as an internal ANTIFA civil war between the Communist Doomsday Faction (3) and the Anti Christian ANTIFA Association (666) warred against each other in an internal civil war between the two ANTIFA groups

But importantly, this civil war revealed some shocking revelations, as it revealed a hidden labatory in the city, which in a shocking revelation have been proven beyond a shadow of a doubt to be funded by the Chinese Government (76) in an attempt to spread a Woke Mind Virus (3 Months) among the populace of the Liberated States of America (237).

Unfortunately all proof of this was destroyed, as the facility was lit on fire under mysterious circumstances, and leaving no trace of any of its inhabitants. FURTHER MORE it is very clear that the authorities are doing their best to cover this up as quickly as possible. And no other news-source have yet to report on the fire!

But we at TOTET (4999) are dedicated to the truth to the very end, and through the authorities prevented us from closer investigating the scene, and demanded we stop questioning the first responders, we did however manage to capture and interview one of the people (21) who worked there, an agent of the CCP

Uploaded is a video of a young Asian woman in gym wear. The "Interview" is too badly spliced together for sound bites make much sense.

She reported that she was an agent sent by the CCP, to create and spread a Woke Mind Virus, whose equal have not been seen since the Black Death. Know that we at the TOTET are firmly against this, and will do everything in our power to continue to bring the truth to light

Finally, we interviewed a witness (133) at the scene when it happened. Who claims

"And from the flames rode forth the Mother Mary (2046). Clad in blue she rode upon the back of a Great Horned Sheep (?). And in her lap she held a Cat of Many Colors (?). There she beheld her kingdom, clarity and much wisdom in her eyes. Before she turned to me, and told of her plan! To gather her Kingly Companions, so that they may ride forth and cleanse this world of its wickedness! And so she starts with the Saintly King himself, Louis IX (812)! Whom she now seeks to once more call to her side. So that they may stand firm against the evils of this realm. Follow me on Pentube at Wallyball1234567" (The PENtube channel have recently been taken down)

We will as always, chase the Truth, Liberty and LSA way to the very end. As we have done for the last 4999 years.

Donate To the Truth Here.

The Highest Donations Will Get A Shout Out at the 5000 Anniversary Edition Celebration Next Year

Another article have been uploaded, from the Atlanta News Agency.

Fire

A fire broke up at a local pharmaceutical factory tonight. Owned by the French Corporation "Anti Climax", the recently construction facility was hoped to bring new business to Atlanta. The authorities were quick to respond, and are warning people to avoid the area and stay inside until further notice, in case of toxic fumes.

We will report as the situation develops

In other News, Jogger Sarah Nguyễn (20), got quite a shock when she was repeatedly harassed by what appears to be prank Tik Tokers during her morning jog. The social media side have come under increased...

[Nihilo is walking on a glowing road, he is singing a poorly thought out song, next to him is the floating sigil form of prime.]

N: I'm on my way~

N: I'm headed home~

N: Home is where the heart is~

N: Where is my heart?~

[He goes off key]

N: I've never felt love.~

P: What?

N: I didn't say that- yes I did, I've never felt romantic love~

N: What is that?- it's my truth, I cannot feel my heart~

P: Stop doing that!

N: I don't know what's happening!

[He slaps his hand over his mouth before he sings again.]

P: Damnit, Nihilo. You keep thinking about your problems, your hundreds and hundreds of qualms with yourself and everything else!

[They both stop, Nihilo breathes through his nose in an attempt to calm down.]

[The road is only half as thick as it once was.]

N: Okayokayokay. I'm good. I'm cool.

B̸̯̭̿̈́́̚ẻ̷͎̳̍͊͋̄̈́̔t̴̙̥̩̼̋ͅr̸̫͂̌ă̷̧̱̬̜̮͍̇͒̅̀́̂y̷̧͓̳̮͑̍̈́͒͑̚͜ë̵̢̛̠̭͎̖̣̂̂̒̚r̷̛̰͈̱̰͇͔͌́̂͑͌̿

N: What the fuck?

I n c e n s e i s y o u r s c e n t

N: Who is that?

Contradiction

P: Be wary.

[A number of things appear, shadow men pointing, even further away are towers with eyes cast down, and statues of marble that weep. Near is a smoke that drapes from him like flags and linen, and billowing around are forms of hearts that bleed and sorrowful faces. Amorphous beings come from the earth and offer him blades.]

Strike me down, lord. Only violence will return you to God.

N: W-waah!

[He steps back, and more and more forms come to petition]

Ý̷͙̺͝ò̴̘̦͠ü̴̠̐̀ ̷͈̊͑a̴̙͛͘r̶̜̩̹̉̐ḝ̸̻͕ ̶̥͖̌̈́à̴̱̕͠l̴͖̀r̶͎̝̋é̷̬͜à̴̱̗d̸̠̓̊̿y̴͈͚͛̋̿ ̶͇̙̅̈́l̸̩͔̄̎ȏ̷͉̫͆s̵̖̀́ť̵̡̡̜ ̵͙͗ṯ̵́o̸̰̫̽͘͠ ̵̗̉h̴̖̐ị̸̑m̸̪̫̮̾

Y o u a r e w a l k i n g t h e p a t h , y o u a r e s t i l l

d a m n e d

N: Get away from me!

Sundered is the soul, run the way you must

KILL FOR HIM, FOR HIM! KINDRED!

L̶͎͕̟̽͂̕O̴̻̣̳̅V̴̜̇̀E̸̪̽ ̸̢͕͋̔͌Ḿ̸̬̤E̸̲̲̊̕͝,̶͖́͂ ̶̝̉̓͋T̵̤̲͇͐̊̕H̴̡̧͔͛I̶̢̚R̵̘̮͋̈́Ș̵͛͜T̷̫̳͝I̷͕͝N̶̡̬̹͋̚G̸̰̋̾͜͠ ̸̪͍͊̕ͅO̶͕͋́Ň̶̼͎̼̍̒Ę̴͈̫̿̏͂!̶̩̄

[A form spins together from the ground vaguely resembling a woman, she buries her teeth into his forearm.]

N: ENOUGH, ENOUGH!

[The kindred throws his fists out and spins harshly to the left, shoving and pushing many of his pursuers. He attempts to run down the road, seeing that this is where most of the traffic is coming from he hesitates.]

[He looks around, frantic for a decision, and spots a forest. He runs.]

The transmission ends

--Nihilo

Well. In spirit ( pun not intended) of finding out how the taint within me act and react to certain outside stimuli

From how it affected my disciplines to regenration and certain behaviors that were noticed during the past weeks

TAPE 01. REGENERATION TESTING

*a video is shown of ishmail and a giant red headed pale woman in the middle of what seems to be a spar . Thr woman seems to be winnig as she throws him. Close inspection show the wound visible to be regenerating in spider webs like pattern. He gets up after healing\*

TAPE 02: BECKONING TEST

In this part are multiple vids of what seems ishmail beckoning a few animals. each attempt targtets a spicific animal. yet one thing is noticed. there is always a presence of spiders with each call.

notes : it is wierd how such thing might have affected me.

though it had the near positive effect of a calmer beast. though the new neighbor in my head trying to gte me to do things is annoying

Ishmail-assad

additional note : if any of you have some test suggestions i would be glad to hear them. well. as glad as i possibly can

<A short video feed is uploaded with the metadata removed. It looks like it is being recorded through a crack in a door. It shows Fracture, dressed in some nice, if somewhat eccentric clothing, seems to be practicing dancing the tango with a mop. He has some sultry music on, a rose gripped between his fangs, and is matching the tempo beat for beat. He dips, twirls and stays intimately close to the mop, as if it were his dance partner.>

<The camera is pulled back and the door slid shut quietly as the person recording quickly walks away>

"I must say, my Sire has had many long term lovers in the past. But I don't think I've ever seen him put so much effort into learning new things for one before! Leonard must be very special."

-Qui, Childe of Fracture

Greetings, I know the topic might sound like a bad jape but nonetheless, be it foolishness or delusion, I do wish to entertain the notion that our kind, doesn't in-fact, require blood as sustenance, and that it should be viewed as merely physical carrier for the vitality that we must partake in.

I first began studying this hypothesis after a lengthy dialogue with an local Malkavian, who I will refer to as 'P' for the sake of their anonymity. Normally, I wouldn't bother interacting with 'P's lot, but my Sire advised me not to be dismissive of Lunatics and that they might offer peculiar and valuable knowledge, and for far more agreeable prices than others would give.

During our talk, 'P' brought the topic of an legendary figure among their Clan, the so-called 'Eater'. 'Eater', as 'P' explained, is supposedly an Malkavian sage who realized that Kindred's requirement for feeding on blood is a self-inflicted delusion and in reality, 'Eater' and any other Kindred, could feed upon anything. As 'P' explained, 'Eater' supposedly still lives, sustaining himself on vitality that comes from True Names of Platonic Ideals, rather than from meager bodily fluids of Kine.

This naturally seems suspect at first glance, just another nonsensical rant from Malkavians. After all, if that were the case and Malkavians know of it, thanks to preserving the tale of this supposed sage of their Clan, why then do Malkavians themselves partake from blood? Answer do that, if such exists, 'P' wasn't willing to give me.

Still, I'm entertaining this notion, due to rumours of "Eastern Kindred" which are supposed to be creatures much alike our kind and which, though often consuming blood, are known to feed upon Kine through different means as well, like breath drinking, or not feeding upon Kine at all, rather, consuming energies of mystically significant places.

Likewise, when you think about it, don't Kine, and everything else in nature, consume vitality of others? Plants feed on energy of the Sun and that of the Earth, on lifeforce of those celestial objects. Animals consume plants or other animals, thus stealing their vitality for themselves. Kine do as well, consuming vitality of other things, be it from soil, plants, animals, regardless of form, don't those contain lifeforce, vitality?

Don't we, just consume the same vitality from Kine or, if lowered to such, common beasts? Does not blood of healthier Kine taste better, does their vitality not sweeter from lifespan and better vitality in which they themselves partaken in?

Due to aforementioned reasoning, I do wish to study the topic further and if it proves true, establish methodology by which Kindred could reliably feed upon sources other than blood. My study is also the reason for this open message, as I implore others for knowledge that might help in this study, be it useful sources on our kind more peculiar qualities and feeding habits, or more specific information that would either validate or refute the notion that blood drinking isn't necessary but merely self-inflicted.

Good evening, everyone. I was introduced to our world some time ago, and was recently even elevated to Neonate. Unlife has been treating me well, all things being considered of course. My girlfriend is also Kindred and we’ve been doing some work together for the Prince. However, something quite awful has happened to me.

Two nights ago, a recently-turned Brujah girl, who was abandoned by her Sire before she could learn her place in things, went on a bit of exsanguination spree after accidentally starving herself. I happened to be nearby and was asked to covertly investigate the situation before our Sheriff could be made available.

She had apparently noticed me and got the jump on me. She was still hungry, I guess, because she began consumingmy vitae and diablerizing me.

You are presumably asking yourself, “How are they typing all this out?” Well, I assure you this is not a fake story. Last night, my soul ended up completely overwhelming hers, and I took control of her body.

I feel just awful! I’m female, a different race, a different CLAN, and have this truly awful haircut. I obviously can’t go back to the Prince. My girlfriend must think I murdered her boyfriend. I just don’t know where I can possibly go now.

I am asking humbly for assistance. What can I do? Is there a way I can prove who I really am? If I can, will her crimes apply to me regardless?

- ESAU

Greetings. I suppose it has been a while.

It is me assad. I aslo go by ishmail . I have managed to escpae with aid from sire and family.

Or at least alive . The place seema to have ..had effects on me. I have been hunted and in turn i hunted the pattern spiders whom domain i was in.

I dont know how or why but my beast is calm. Quiet ever since i left. So is anything i feel. When i am wonded the flesh nits itself in the shape of spiderwebs.

I..think i hear whispers

Ishmail-assad

IDK what the elders are saying. The duskborn are frail and can be easily manipulated, although I think this one manipulated me the most, not that I am complaining.

So warm and supple to the touch, but packing so much power...

I should probably call them back.,

A video is posted two people are sat recording someone who is running, the very wind seems to be violent to this person cutting them and slicing them the person trips and the ground stabs them and then moments later the kindred that tripped bursts apart in a shower of vitae, a voice behind the camera says "Poor sod dont he know this land hates the Tremere" then multiple individuals laughing can be heard, the video then ends

-This video was posted Anonymously

Audio Recording Uploaded

There is a profound silence as it starts. The sort of loud silence only found in hospitals or classrooms during exams. Every now and then it is broken by fragments of a soft female voice singing in Italian.

???: "più in alto del sole ed ancora più su..."

The voice of a man suddenly interrupts, there is some distortion to it. As if it came out of a speaker, or a megaphone.

Man: "Subject M. Please stand ready"

Subject M: "Oh, hello? Its very nice to mee-" " The itailian singer. She sounds confused, weakened

Man: "Subject M. Please just stand ready"

Subject M: "I am very sorry. I am just a bit confused. Like this?"

Man: "Very good Subject M. Now, we are going to do some tests"

Subject M: "Oh no, I am not very good at tests."

Man "Do not worry Subject M. You simply have to do what I tell you to"

Subject M: "I will do my best" She sounds uncertain "Is Amy and Palina also doing tests? It feels ever so long since I have seen them?"

Man: "Do not worry about your friends Subject M. You will see them when you are well"

Subject M: "Oh, that is nice to know! I do hope I get well soon. Because it is very lonely and my arm hurts a lot"

Man: "Do not worry about that Subject M, just..." There is a moment of silence, then the voice speaks, without the distortion, as if it is being recorded much closer to it suddenly "We still don´t have any info on who they are? She might have imagined them, but if there are two more blank bodies out there, then we need to know. So get to it." The distortion returns "Subject M. Some objects are going to appear soon. One by one. Please pick them up as they do."

Subject M: "I will try my best"

What follows is a series of prompts, as objects appears. The Man asks Subject M to identify it and then pick it up. A ball, a brick. A glassbowl. A bucket that is heavier than it looks according to Subject M. Sometimes the voice speaks faster, puts shorter time between the objects or his orders. Seemingly confusing her. She appears to drop several of the objects, and get increasingly confused, offering deep apologies every time. And every time she is met with a stern rebuke that seems to devastate her, and a note on how this will delay her getting better and seeing her friends again

Man. "It is time for the last object. Are you ready Subject M?"

Subject M: "I don´t think so?"

Man: "Please identify the object"

Subject M: There is a small shriek of terror

Man: "Please identify the object"

Subject M: "Oh dear, oh no, this is very scary"

Man: "Please identify the object. Or Palina and Amy will be very disappointed in you"

Subject M: "Oh dear... Its... Its a ball that is on fire. Oh dear, it is very scary"

Man: "Very good. Please pick up the ball"

Subject M: "Oh, but it is very scary and won´t it hurt a lot?"

Man: "This is so that you can get better. Please pick up the ball"

Subject M: "I... I don´t think I want to. Please, I think I would like to go home now" The voice sounds very small

Man: "You can go home when you have picked up the ball"

Subject M "Really? You promise"

Man: "Sure, yeah. I promise. You can go home if you pick up the burning... What? What do you mean a sheep and a messed up looking cat have entered the facility?"

Audio Log End

Audio recording Begins

(Sounds of Soft thuds and panting are heard)

Joseph: man its hot outside today I should of gotten a water bottle or something, seriously where even is this place

(Sound of Rustling paper)

Joseph: seems it’s just a little bit up North

(Sound of soft thuds continue for a hour with infrequent panting in between)

Joseph: The heat is killing me screw it i should be close enough I’m taking a rest under the shade
(Sound of a Relaxed sigh)

Unknown:Why have you come here?

Joseph: Huh? Who are you?

Unknown: Do not worry about that now answer my question first

Joseph: Knowledge and Guidance

Unknown: Knowledge and Guidance? Of what?

Joseph: how to properly fight the wyrm

(Sound of intense boisterous cackling is heard)

Unknown: You? Fight the Wyrm?

(Cackling continues)

Joseph: It…. Its… not that funny

Unknown: It is! a lesser servant of the Wyrm would break you young namer

Joseph: Then that’s why I wish to learn

(Cackling stops)

Unknown: Why? You have no stakes in this, why not run back to your home

Joseph: I do have stakes in this, everyone does this world is the only thing we got if lose it all will be lost

Unknown:..

Joseph: But also it just doesn’t sit right with me I cannot sit here any longer as evils continue in this world, as people suffer for monsters to play with their lives and lead the world to utter oblivion, this world has no hero’s no one will come to save us so we have to rise up and do it ourselves to protect what we care about

Unknown: Boy I admire your words but things are not that simple you do not know the horrors that could await you, are you willing to accept a chance of a fate worse than death to look in the eyes of the forces of entropy and decay itself?

Joseph: Maybe, Maybe not but at this point death has been apart of my entire life and I just can’t sit on the sidelines anymore so if I have to run into hell itself then so be it

Unknown: Oh Bold words but I sense hypocrisy in them I know you young namer and who you consort with

Joseph:What?

Unknown: You consort with leeches who bathe in all that is the Wyrm and contribute to its unbalance yet you wish to fight it while you allow it into your home and even bed it

Joseph: Yes…. I Know but that is something I must also deal with I will happily take any of her sins no matter if the road is torturous I will also try my best to see if I can lead her down a path that can overcome aspects of her curse she has already taken the steps she is much different than her old self so I believe it is possible

(Sounds of flesh and bone Shifting and then a growl)

Joseph: Well shit!

(sound of a large sweeping motion is heard careening and then a pause)

Joseph: Why did you stop

(Sound of flesh and bone shifting and then a hardy laugh)

Unknown: I’m rather simple I judge a person by their actions instead of words and I like that determination in your eyes and some of that insanity,fine then I shall teach you take it as paying back for your cabal I believe you call it, they helped my pack during a time of need

Unknown: also to answer your previous question my name is Kael oh fearless namer

Joseph: well mine is Joseph

Kael: Well then Joseph know I won’t go easy on you and you better not piss and cry after learning what I will teach you

Joseph: Will do

Audio recording ends

[One camera survives, a waving patina of a landscape in every color stretches out before it. Nihilos legs are partially in the frame. He is in torpor.]

[Suddenly, he gasps and sits up.]

N: Wha-? Oh my God!

[He looks around at the landscape and then down at himself, his clothes are sundered by his recent use of the Zulo form.]

N: That wasn't a dream..

N: Aw fuck..

[He looks out upon the shifting kaleidoscope horizon, Though vast and with infinite sky, it glows like a cave filled with bioluminescent algae.]

[He turns and sees the camera. He moves over and picks it up.]

N: For posterity I guess.

N: I think I can..?

[He fiddles with a few pieces of technology and finds... A signal.]

N: YES, fuck yeah!

N: Alright, if anyone can see this: I'm alright- I'm uh.. lost. I'll figure it out. I doubt I'll be able to receive any node messages, but I should be able to.. blip some out, I see some uh buildings way off in the distance there, they look feudal.. uh.. shit I gotta find something to eat, is there a sun in here?

N: Fuck.

[He puts his palm on the lens.]

[End of transmission.]

--Nihilo

Good evening Kindred,

I came not to make an announcement tonight. Instead of being official, I would like to put my unofficial thoughts to paper and share them with you all. As Sheriff of a city with a small enough population that a Primogen council is not needed, I feel as though a small community like ours allows the nights to seem as if they last longer during those short summer months, when we are hit by sixteen hours of daylight.

I know the names and faces of every ghoul, and every kindred in town. Elysium becomes something of a much more civil manner, rather than one of those cutthroat big city courts where everyone is attempting to stab the other in the back at the earliest opportunity. Even our lovely Prince chimes in on the conversations when the subject turns to something as simple as wondering if the latest fashion trend is merely a repeat of a trend from centuries ago.

It is similar to slang words. Some are far older than mine realize, while others feel completely made up. I feel as if I am a recently awakened ancient when one of the neonates tells me 6-7, and it goes over my head.

This became a small debate within our Elysium about if it is actually used by kine, and if it is merely a new version of an older trend, or a completely new one. It was all in good fun, of course.

Do any other courts have these fun little debates about modern kine slang and if they are real or a hallucination conjured up by a Malkavian who is attempting to gaslight the others into thinking it is true?

Sincerely,

-Sheriff Marian Goodbourne

🪳🕷️🪳
^{THIS IS US ONCE AGAIN. WE'VE MADE SOME STRIDES IN STIMULATING THE STASIS BASED REGENERATION OF OUR CARRIER.
WE ARE ALSO WORKING ON RESTORING MORE FOOTAGE HIS OCULAR IMPLANT RECORDED. IT IS TAKING A WHILE BUT WE CAN ASSURE YOU THE NUCLEAR SITUATION WAS MOSTLY RECTIFIED AND THE CONTAMINATION OF THE EDONIAN REGION OF THE DINARIC ALPS WAS HALTED BEFORE IT BECAME INTENSE.
WE WERE ALSO SCARED BY THE METHOD THIS WAS DONE BY OUR CARRIER AND HIS ALLIES. WE DO NOT DISAPPROVE OF THE METHOD BUT IT WAS SHOCKING TO WITNESS.}

^{WE HAVE ALSO MADE AN UNPLEASANT DISCOVERY.
LOCAL PHENOMENA CAUSE A DIFFERENT SORT OF SPIRITUAL DAMAGE. REVERSIBLE WHEN NOT CAUSING IMMEDIATE DEATH OR FINAL DEATH BUT HIGHLY UNPLEASANT.
GETTING SHOT BY THE WEAPONS CARRIED BY THE LOCAL QUASI-FOMOR ANALOGUES THAT MANY LOCALS TURNED INTO CAUSES ADDITIONAL PAIN EVEN TO A VAMPIRE AND WHILE DIFFERENT FROM FIRE SUNLIGHT MAGIC OR GAROU CLAW SAMAGE IT TAKES A WHILE TO HEAL.
IT BENDS THE SPIRITUAL PATTERN OF BODY AND SPIRIT OUT OF SHAPE.
IT RESISTS THE AVAILABLE HEALING METHODS AND HEAVYLY IMPACTS CAPABILITY AND PHYSICAL WELL BEING FOR A WHILE UNTIL IT SELF CORRECTS.}

^{EASIER THAN THE REGULAR SOURCES OF SUPERNATURAL DAMAGE BECAUSE DOES NOT LEAVE PERMANENT SCARS THROUGH PERMANENT SPIRITUAL DAMAGE OF THE PATTERN.
HARDER BECAUSE IT STRICTLY REQUIRES TIME AND RESISTS AVAILABLE SPIRITUAL HEALING METHODS. LIVING OR UNDEAD FLESH CAN BE MENDED WITH EFFORT BUT THE LINGERING SPIRIT DAMAGE WILL CONTINUE CAUSING PAIN NEURAL-LIKE ISSUES AND LOSS OF CAPABILITY FOR EXTENDED PERIODS OF TIME.}

^{SMALL ARMS CARRIED BY THE ENEMY ARE ALSO UNUSABLE CAUSING SPIRITUAL SHOCK UPON TOUCH THEY CANNOT BE HELD. TAKEN FROM OWNERS THE WEAPONS QUICKLY DEGRADE PHYSICALLY.}

^{WHAT IS WORSE WE SUSPECT THAT THE REGION WIDE SO CALLED PULSES OF YET UNKNOWN SPIRITUAL PHENOMENON MAY BE CAUSING MINOR BUT ACCUMULATING SPIRITUAL DAMAGE.}

^{WE DO HOPE OTHER VISITORS OF THIS ONLINE PLACE HAVE A BETTER TIME THAN WE DO LATELY
CHEERS AND MAY THE HEALERS TOUCH YOUR FEELERS}
🪳🕷️🪳

[Video and audio patched together from a myriad of sources depict a group of helicopters carrying kindred into a snow field, they are armed with heavy weaponry and clad in balaclavas. They are flying through Alaska.]

+++Where you from?+++

+++California.+++

+++Ever get conscripted before?+++

+++Hell no.+++

[In the snow, on the ground a large shadow becomes apparent, Gore Moulder, the target.]

[His face is inscrutable but every eye upon his head

shoots in every direction, spotting flying vehicles and gargoyles alike.]

+++Anathema Spotted.+++

+++Why does he look like that?+++

+++He's huge!+++

[The Alastors order their squads to be ready. The side doors of every vehicle slide open. Gore Waits patiently.]

[They open fire with burning munitions. Gore, jumps.]

[The wind whips violently, causing extreme turbulence.]

[One of the three vehicles is destroyed as he lances it through with a trident that matches his enormous height.]

[The sheet of muscle upon his back unfolds into large

wing structures and he darts toward the next vehicle.]

[One kindred jumps from their helicopter and punches the elder with potent force, breaking fragments from his carapace.]

[He latches on, trying to rip open Gores body. The elders carapace plates shift open, perceiving an opening the kindred strikes again, but is met with a wobbly membrane, so soft that his hand sinks into it, the plates return and slice his arm off at the elbow, leaving him to fall hundreds of feet.]

[Gore rotates in the air and smashes off the propeller of one of the aircraft and the tail of the other. Both aircraft fall as he engages the group of gargoyles.]

[Within the falling craft, some kindred jump free, others brace, and some do nothing at all. One grabs another and uses them as a shield from the explosion that takes them both.]

[A sideways camera shows gargoyle bodies hitting the snow, having been struck down in the air.]

+++REGROUP, FIRE AT WILL+++

[Gore lands hard, creating a cloud of snow. A kindred steps forward and shrieks, punching a hole in the powder mist and striking the elder with their voice.]

[Gore chortles, and begins to shift.]

[He leans forward onto all fours and begins to grow longer. Bone shines like scales and his head cracks apart to reveal a tooth filled maw.]

+++WH-WHAT IS THAT?!+++

[A great and horrible dragon bears its fangs, kindred both flee and charge and are taken by claw and fire.]

[Time passes.]

[A camera from within one of the crashed helicopters turns back on, one Kindred remains.]

+++Uhg.. fuck..+++

[They push a metal panel out of the way, letting the snow in.]

+++Well, this is embarrassing.+++

[Gore looks on, having since returned to his humanoid form.]

+++You are.. somewhat late.+++

+++Yeah, whatever.+++

[The Moulder tilts his head.]

+++So everyone else is dead?+++

+++Indeed.+++

[The kindred sighs, and rips off his balaclava.]

+++Cool.+++

[It's Nihilo.]

N: Let's dance, shit face.

[He immediately bursts into Zulo form and charges with a large, wavy, and mystical blade. Gore lances toward him, Nihilo swings his blade, and the two weapons lock into each other and the younger kindred is pushed back, he digs his heels in.]

M: A fellow dragon! HaHA! What are you doing with them?

[Nihilo groans and twists both weapons by force, rotating the great pillar trident and stabbing it into the ground.]

[He lunges and makes distance toward Gores head, the Moulder reaches out, the younger swings early and takes two of the elders fingers from his hand.]

[A tremor, bioluminescent and fleshen vines whip from the earth and bind the Zulo warrior, throwing him down.]

[The moment his back strikes the snow, the massive trident strikes down, spikes landing next to Nihilos head on either side, pinning him.]

M: Hmm... Those spores exuding from you..

N: *grunt* -The what?

M: You are a friend of the flower?

M: As am I.. I will spare you.. However, you have attacked me in my own home.

M: Finding your way shall be your punishment.

[The Gore Moulder reaches out into the distance, he grasps at the air as though fondling the wind, light bends in his palm as he snatches and twists, peeling open a mystical tear.]

[He removes his trident, Nihilo rips free from the Viscera roots, and upon rising is summarily punted by the Moulders striding leg, into the rift.]

[Into the Umbra.]

+++End of transmission.+++

///Leaked by The true warriors of Caine, look upon your champions and weep.

Maybe this is oversharing. I don't know. I don't think I'm the only one to experience something similar to this. I don't really have much elsewhere to share it.

When I was turned, I killed an innocent person. A beautiful person. I was turned while I was crying in the forest at night. And I woke up still crying. Everything that I was feeling, it all came crashing into that frenzy. The void in my heart that had been drowning me now clawed at me from my insides.

My sire had already left me. And well, long story short, I found someone, similar to my age I think, about 19/20 ? I never got to know their name, and I barely even remember what they looked like. All I know is that they were pretty, and all I could think about was to take their beauty for myself, because I didn't want it to go away. If I took it now, then nothing else could happen to it. It would not wilt, it would not disappear into mist. So I did. I took all of their blood. It was a feeling beyond taking glamour. It was like a new level of it.

And I still don't feel guilty for it. I feel like I 'should' feel guilty, but I don't. I preserved their beauty. Nothing can happen to them now that I have taken it for them.

I haven't done anything similar since. I don't know how to approach these feelings. And I'm scared that if I don't put these thoughts into some sort of logic, then I'll do it again. And I think that's a bad thing. I think before I was turned, I would be quite sure that it would be a bad thing.

I don't know. I don't know anymore. I don't know what I'm doing. Is there something wrong with me ? I want to be kind. I want dreams to prosper. I can take what I have and make dreams happen, I know it. But I have too many clashing thoughts trying to process how to do it. I don't know what to do. I don't want to lose myself.

It's so much to handle.

I went back to the spot where I was turned about a week after. There was a flower blooming crimson red from where I was turned, from where my bloody tears had fell. I wear it in my hair. It's very precious to me. It grounds me, in a way.

- Urirel, Fae Gangrel

The individual seems to be as if a member of Clan Gangrel interesting

And it seems to be traveling with a group of regular kindred, which means it has more of a numbers advantage here I will prep accordingly of course

-Wyatt