Look the Devil in the Eye 5: Proclamation
Jan 18, 2016 21:03:09 GMT -8
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Post by Shah-Khohr of Ventrue on Jan 18, 2016 21:03:09 GMT -8
Ask any dusty elder about the Jyhad, and you're in for a lecture. None of them will agree on the why of the thing, but they'll all tell you how it's started and how it's done. None of it matters, of course. The why or how isn't relevant, just that it's on. Always. Forever.
I can feel the tugs in my mind. The urge to hunt. To go north and bring the holy fire to the profane. It's difficult to focus on anything else, but this task could be related to the hunt and quiets the urge. There is only the slightest tremble to his hand when he picks up the pen (pens were better than computers, but Owen would translate it in a few minutes).
Kindred of Seattle;
By decree of Prince Orisha and his Primogen Council, my first official act as Sheriff is to call for aid.
As you are aware, Vancouver has fallen to Sabbat forces. They are current attempting to pacify the city. There are remnant Camarilla forces (though our reports are sparse on that), but the bulk of the resistance to Sabbat incursions are battling the lupines. There are a few pockets of resistance that we have pin-pointed.
The enemy of our enemy is our friend. Or at least a much needed distraction.
The Sabbat cannot centralize their forces and bring them to bear against Seattle until they have fully pacified Vancouver. They can't pacify the city until the lupines have been quieted. Therefore, the Prince in his wisdom, has decreed that all able Kindred are to lend their Influence to attempt to bolster Vancouver's lupine forces. This is easily done as they are operating under cover of the First Nation resistance. Send them money. Send them weapons. Send them support. Offer political sanctions. Pull police heat off their riots.
If you are able to do this, please find me at the next gathering.
In service;
Shah Khohr, Sheriff of Seattle.
Empowered by His Grace Cristiano Orisha.
After a single proof-read I hand the paper to the human behind me.
"Owen, proof this and make a few copies. Put these in the hands of kindred you know or their servants only. It's a sensitive topic, yes?" he takes the paper and leaves. I sigh quietly and run my thumb along the length of the pen. The war would come. But it would need to be done slowly. Properly. Otherwise it was certainly suicide.
