Antiquus Tumultus 18: Tradition!
Feb 18, 2014 20:31:23 GMT -8
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Post by Shah-Khohr of Ventrue on Feb 18, 2014 20:31:23 GMT -8
The Second Tradition: Domain
Thy Domain is thine own concern. All others owe thee respect while in it. None may challenge thy word while in thy domain.
The Camarilla is full of cunts.
Don't believe me? Take a look at the order of operation they apply to their fucked up 'traditions'. They start off with the Masquerade. This is ok because it's the one that makes the most sense, and was the public reason for the founding of the Camarilla (the actual reason, of course, being a response to an increasingly globalizing world that was getting smaller and smaller with each generation. As their peasants moved about, so did the vampires, and they needed their standing universal. Very Ventrue). I have no real beef with the Masquerade. Sure, it chaps your ass from time to time, but once you get out of the first century, the need to impress humans drops off dramatically.
I digress. Their sixth and last tradition is about killing folk. Their second tradition (which would, at least in private, be the most important one) is Domain. Let me tell you why 'Domain' is a cocksucker of a tradition.
See, first off, thy domain being thy own concern is the entire basis for the Camarilla. It's an old boys club of Princes designed to protect Princes. That's it. That's all. Everything else about the fuckin' thing is 100% designed to keep the power of the prince sovereign above all others. That's why they have embrace rights and death rights and sanctioned trainings and blah blah blah. Thy domain is thy own concern.
That means, to put it bluntly, that a powerful Prince can tell even the justicars to fuck off. Case and point: Sigfried. They can roll in with their Archons and what-not and try to tell the Prince what's what, but unless it relates to gross violation of the Masquerade, they have to hold their dicks cus of law number two. Second example of this, naturally, being that stupid ass rule Seattle put in place about lending status into their precious city. The Cam's all pissed. Are they issuing edicts to Seattle? Fuck no; thy domain is thy own concern. Are they applying political pressure? Best believe it, but they can't actually do anything.
Now, aside from proving that the Cam is bullshit, why am I so pissy over Domain? Well, lemme tell ya why. See, there was this little thing called the Treaty of Thorns. It ended the war way back in the day. I was there at the signing. Only Tremere on this side, be-tea-dubs, and rest assured the rest of the Pyramid ain't forgotten that. It basically said that the Anarchs could be Anarchs, but the fighting had to stop. The Cam wouldn't grind us into the dust, and we would honor the first tradition. Fine, whatever, at least it stopped the slaughter.
Come a few centuries later, and what do you get? This piece of shit called the Edict of Barbs. The Edict is, to put it gently, fucking brilliant and a cocksucker move to put a hoover vac to shame. This one basically says that the second tradition was universal and all vampires were members of the Camarilla because of it. Sucks, huh? On the surface it seems fine: now we have domain, yay! But anyone with any wordsmith, legal, or camarilla savvy knows this sucks. Now a baron is a prince as far as the Cam is concerned. Now the baron has to be stable. Now the anarchs have to play by the laws of domain. If we are expecting ours to be honored, we have to honor theirs. Before, we could just roll in and out of town at our pleasure. Wasn't always the wisest ideas, but we could. Now? Now...
Thy domain is thy own concern.
I play more politics than most cammies. And why is that? suddenly I got domain. Suddenly, that domain matters. Suddenly, there are rules to taking that domain away. Rules I gotta play by. Ain't that a bitch? They conned us into playing their reindeer games by giving us actual authority over pieces of land they didn't give a shit about to begin with. Fuckin' brilliant.
I hate that second tradition. I hate it more than golden sunlight on my shlong. And I cuddle that bitch each and every time I hear that handsome devil of a ventrue phoning me up. It's a pisser bein' out maneuvered. Sad fact is, half the Movement doesn't even realize how badly they been conned.
Thy own concern my right ass cheek.
Thy Domain is thine own concern. All others owe thee respect while in it. None may challenge thy word while in thy domain.
The Camarilla is full of cunts.
Don't believe me? Take a look at the order of operation they apply to their fucked up 'traditions'. They start off with the Masquerade. This is ok because it's the one that makes the most sense, and was the public reason for the founding of the Camarilla (the actual reason, of course, being a response to an increasingly globalizing world that was getting smaller and smaller with each generation. As their peasants moved about, so did the vampires, and they needed their standing universal. Very Ventrue). I have no real beef with the Masquerade. Sure, it chaps your ass from time to time, but once you get out of the first century, the need to impress humans drops off dramatically.
I digress. Their sixth and last tradition is about killing folk. Their second tradition (which would, at least in private, be the most important one) is Domain. Let me tell you why 'Domain' is a cocksucker of a tradition.
See, first off, thy domain being thy own concern is the entire basis for the Camarilla. It's an old boys club of Princes designed to protect Princes. That's it. That's all. Everything else about the fuckin' thing is 100% designed to keep the power of the prince sovereign above all others. That's why they have embrace rights and death rights and sanctioned trainings and blah blah blah. Thy domain is thy own concern.
That means, to put it bluntly, that a powerful Prince can tell even the justicars to fuck off. Case and point: Sigfried. They can roll in with their Archons and what-not and try to tell the Prince what's what, but unless it relates to gross violation of the Masquerade, they have to hold their dicks cus of law number two. Second example of this, naturally, being that stupid ass rule Seattle put in place about lending status into their precious city. The Cam's all pissed. Are they issuing edicts to Seattle? Fuck no; thy domain is thy own concern. Are they applying political pressure? Best believe it, but they can't actually do anything.
Now, aside from proving that the Cam is bullshit, why am I so pissy over Domain? Well, lemme tell ya why. See, there was this little thing called the Treaty of Thorns. It ended the war way back in the day. I was there at the signing. Only Tremere on this side, be-tea-dubs, and rest assured the rest of the Pyramid ain't forgotten that. It basically said that the Anarchs could be Anarchs, but the fighting had to stop. The Cam wouldn't grind us into the dust, and we would honor the first tradition. Fine, whatever, at least it stopped the slaughter.
Come a few centuries later, and what do you get? This piece of shit called the Edict of Barbs. The Edict is, to put it gently, fucking brilliant and a cocksucker move to put a hoover vac to shame. This one basically says that the second tradition was universal and all vampires were members of the Camarilla because of it. Sucks, huh? On the surface it seems fine: now we have domain, yay! But anyone with any wordsmith, legal, or camarilla savvy knows this sucks. Now a baron is a prince as far as the Cam is concerned. Now the baron has to be stable. Now the anarchs have to play by the laws of domain. If we are expecting ours to be honored, we have to honor theirs. Before, we could just roll in and out of town at our pleasure. Wasn't always the wisest ideas, but we could. Now? Now...
Thy domain is thy own concern.
I play more politics than most cammies. And why is that? suddenly I got domain. Suddenly, that domain matters. Suddenly, there are rules to taking that domain away. Rules I gotta play by. Ain't that a bitch? They conned us into playing their reindeer games by giving us actual authority over pieces of land they didn't give a shit about to begin with. Fuckin' brilliant.
I hate that second tradition. I hate it more than golden sunlight on my shlong. And I cuddle that bitch each and every time I hear that handsome devil of a ventrue phoning me up. It's a pisser bein' out maneuvered. Sad fact is, half the Movement doesn't even realize how badly they been conned.
Thy own concern my right ass cheek.
