Post by Avalon on Mar 21, 2015 14:22:12 GMT -8
Dear denizens of the Emerald Domain, and those in good standing with the Ivory Tower,
It is with a heavy heart that I share with you the betrayal of a member of the Camarilla who was, up until recently, held in high esteem in our Domain. For the greater world of our fellow Kindred, our great city was burned down to it's very foundations in the year 1889, and during that time, most of the Kindred who were residing here had perished with the fire. Members of the Court, all upstanding and well regarded with in the Camarilla, were presumed to have met their final death. Thankfully, our good Bastion Orleans was protecting our Domain from the Lupines while the city burned, as was able to assume control and became Prince of the fledgling city.
From there he offered a large favor for the discovery or evidence of the demise of the previous Prince, Mactowan; a Ventrue of considerable note.
I took up this cause and began my investigation.
Upon finding a former Elysium location, I had found jars of magical liquid, which was used to execute the former Sheriff, and no doubt all of the rest of the court. On these jars was a symbol, the symbol being traced back to an occult and mystical society called the Order of the Black Cross. The Order was an organization that was ran by the Ventrue clan, and was mostly connected with humans from a Teutonic order of knights, but their connection to Seattle had almost all but stopped at the point of the great fire of 1889.
The Order of the Black Cross ceased operations, but a sister mystical order continued, under the name of the Abbey of Thelema. The Abbey of Thelema weren't as aggressive as the Order of the Black Cross, but still endeavored in it's magical rights in our great city.
I followed evidence of the Abbey of Thelema, and found they had a local brick and mortar business. After investigation the place, I found a ghoul who was working there, and after some conversation I found that this ghoul had been taking blood from a man who smelled of sulfur and smoke. In the defense of the domain, I took it upon myself to continue the investigation of this ghoul.
During a time of rest, in the middle of the day, the good Lord Marshall Christiano (who was helping with the investigation) and I were assaulted by this ghoul. She was being possessed via the use of Dominate, and literally spouting fire from her hands, destroying the small temporary haven we had set up. During this attack on two members of the Court of Seattle, the ghoul had threatened us verbally, but not with her own voice. The voice of the betrayer came through clear as a church bell.
The voice of the Tremere Brent Trelawny rang loud and clear, with his pride and ego getting the better of him, announcing the ghouls true puppeteer. Babbling some vain threats against the Lord Marshall and I, Trelawny showed his hand. While we fled through the day light, away from a burning building in the middle of the day, the betrayer attempted to destroy our memories of this aggravated assault, furthering his crimes and his guilt.
Christiano and I survived this horrid encounter, and reported this to our good Prince. Upon hearing about the betrayal of his Herald, his majesty called his council of Primogen, and more evidence came to light.
The Nosferatu Justicar, Petradon who had come to investigate the disappearance of Mactowan had met his final death in the same manner that the previous sheriff. The Nosferatu of the Emerald Domain had over heard Trelawny speaking about how he knew the exact temperature on the fire that would be needed to execute a Kindred of that magnitude.
It has been the conclusion of the Council of Primogen, with the evidence presented that Trelawny should be Bloodhunted. He shall not be the target of Amaranth.
May his death be quick, and his treachery ended.
It is with a heavy heart that I share with you the betrayal of a member of the Camarilla who was, up until recently, held in high esteem in our Domain. For the greater world of our fellow Kindred, our great city was burned down to it's very foundations in the year 1889, and during that time, most of the Kindred who were residing here had perished with the fire. Members of the Court, all upstanding and well regarded with in the Camarilla, were presumed to have met their final death. Thankfully, our good Bastion Orleans was protecting our Domain from the Lupines while the city burned, as was able to assume control and became Prince of the fledgling city.
From there he offered a large favor for the discovery or evidence of the demise of the previous Prince, Mactowan; a Ventrue of considerable note.
I took up this cause and began my investigation.
Upon finding a former Elysium location, I had found jars of magical liquid, which was used to execute the former Sheriff, and no doubt all of the rest of the court. On these jars was a symbol, the symbol being traced back to an occult and mystical society called the Order of the Black Cross. The Order was an organization that was ran by the Ventrue clan, and was mostly connected with humans from a Teutonic order of knights, but their connection to Seattle had almost all but stopped at the point of the great fire of 1889.
The Order of the Black Cross ceased operations, but a sister mystical order continued, under the name of the Abbey of Thelema. The Abbey of Thelema weren't as aggressive as the Order of the Black Cross, but still endeavored in it's magical rights in our great city.
I followed evidence of the Abbey of Thelema, and found they had a local brick and mortar business. After investigation the place, I found a ghoul who was working there, and after some conversation I found that this ghoul had been taking blood from a man who smelled of sulfur and smoke. In the defense of the domain, I took it upon myself to continue the investigation of this ghoul.
During a time of rest, in the middle of the day, the good Lord Marshall Christiano (who was helping with the investigation) and I were assaulted by this ghoul. She was being possessed via the use of Dominate, and literally spouting fire from her hands, destroying the small temporary haven we had set up. During this attack on two members of the Court of Seattle, the ghoul had threatened us verbally, but not with her own voice. The voice of the betrayer came through clear as a church bell.
The voice of the Tremere Brent Trelawny rang loud and clear, with his pride and ego getting the better of him, announcing the ghouls true puppeteer. Babbling some vain threats against the Lord Marshall and I, Trelawny showed his hand. While we fled through the day light, away from a burning building in the middle of the day, the betrayer attempted to destroy our memories of this aggravated assault, furthering his crimes and his guilt.
Christiano and I survived this horrid encounter, and reported this to our good Prince. Upon hearing about the betrayal of his Herald, his majesty called his council of Primogen, and more evidence came to light.
The Nosferatu Justicar, Petradon who had come to investigate the disappearance of Mactowan had met his final death in the same manner that the previous sheriff. The Nosferatu of the Emerald Domain had over heard Trelawny speaking about how he knew the exact temperature on the fire that would be needed to execute a Kindred of that magnitude.
It has been the conclusion of the Council of Primogen, with the evidence presented that Trelawny should be Bloodhunted. He shall not be the target of Amaranth.
May his death be quick, and his treachery ended.