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 Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2023 3:57 pm
 The Baron sat in his parlor, on a large wing backed sofa chair, in a thoughtful pose, eyes gazing at the shuttered windows. Only a hint of light from the moon outside leaked in, and he was clearly not at all interested in that. He was deep in thought, his expression pensive and even, maybe just a little, displeased. Not even the carved bones, the gris-gris, or any of the other collected objects he used for his skills and powers seemed to catch his eye at this time.
His clan was weak, and the decay was not helping. The other clans had more strength, more power, and more Childer. He was not one to go around Embracing willy-nilly, but he was not best pleased with the world he had Woken up to ever so recently. What was keeping his clan so weak?
He frowned, at that thought, and considered the recent... Changes in power, as regards to their God. He had yet to speak to their new God, and was not sure what to think... He had been asleep for so long he did not know what had happened to Caine, but he wondered, oh did he wonder. Lilith was around, and the son, the new god... Grendel... But was this how it should be? Was this part of what was weakening his clan?
Or would this (compared even to The Baron himself) newcomer be the new blood they needed, a drop of fresh new strength to help bring the clan back up to what it should be?
The Baron needed more information, and he waited to see if the God would come to him, because the last thing Samedi wanted was to show weakness at this time by being made to come to another.
It just would not do.
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Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2023 8:25 pm
The God had waited patiently for the Disciples to either come to him or invite him to their homes to speak. After a time, he knew he could no longer wait. The world was constantly changing, and in a time when those changes could be detrimental to all kindred, waiting was no longer a luxury he could afford. Now was a time of action to find out which of his father's former Disciples were on board with his rule and willing to join with him or if they would ultimately need instead to be replaced. He always hoped for the former. It was so much less work for him if they all just agreed. The incident with Malkav had been messy, and now he had to figure out who to place in the man's stead. But that was a problem for another night. This night he had other matters to attend to, other Disciples to seek. Tonight was The Baron's night to receive him. A brief darkening of the room and a coalescing of shadows was all the warning the ancient vampire would get before the young God stood before him in his parlour. Red eyes glowed dimly as he stood before the figure in his chair, giving him what was at first only a silent regard. "Hello, Baron." Came the eventual deep rumble of his voice.
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Posted: Sat Jan 14, 2023 10:35 pm
The darkening was noted, and so was the shadows. The Baron did not let himself do anything to indict surprise, if he felt any. He was not going to give such things away, not at this time. There was too much power at play and he needed to keep the little he had so far.
He was no Ventrue, to be all consumed with power, but when a clan was as close to the brink as his seemed to be, power still mattered.
The greeting drew his gaze up, red eyes meeting red eyes and there was a moment of silent contemplation. Then a slow smile, and a gesture to indicate he was inviting his guest to sit. "Welcome, Grendel. I am most honored that you have chose to come to visit me this somewhat lugubrious evening."
It was not a lie, that much was certain.
"What brings you to my parlor? Is there something you wished to discuss with an antique like myself?" The words were a little double edged, both mocking of himself and yet also a gentle reminder, said with a quirked smile to the lips of that painted... Or tattoo'd, hard to say really... Face.
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Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2023 10:42 am
"I suspect you already know what brings me here." The God's eyes flashed with something. Irritation? Impatience? It was there and gone in an instant, perhaps too quickly for the Disciple to even have caught it. He looked for a place to sit and did so, and though he did not feel he needed to explain anything, he only sat in silence for a couple of beats before saying what was on his mind. "If you have not noticed that your tether with Caine has been mostly severed, then you have not been very observant. I have taken over his domain, and most of his former Disciples are now mine...with a few exceptions." Such as it was, many were either languishing away in Torpor, dead or one specific case, permanently demoted. But he would not speak of that rabid dog, Malkav, here. Grendel did not want to govern with fear. He wanted the Disciples to choose him because it was both the sensible thing to do and what they wanted. "So, I offer you the same as I offered to them. You become one of mine, and you will receive all the power that you lost and perhaps even more...and if there is anything else you want to be thrown into the deal, you have but to ask."
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Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2023 7:39 pm
A slight lifting of Samedi's brows was the only sign that he noted whatever the flash in those eyes were. He listened to the God's words, considering everything, his fingers steepled. There was a moment where he simply tapped those fingers together in a slow pattern after Grendel stopped, perhaps making sure there was nothing more, perhaps to give himself a moment to consider how he wished to reply to the God.
"Not one for games with words, hmmm? More fond of directness and being to the point?" He asked, calmly. "My apologies, I am more used to fencing with words when beings of any level of power come together. I did not mean to bother you, or offend."
Best to get that out of the way, just in case. He did not wish to risk any more damage to his Clan by angering their new Lord.
Another moment of consideration, and then he lifted his arms, letting the bandages on them fall into the low light of the room, gazing at them with an almost abstract expression. "Can you tame the Rot?" Direct, honest, and important. "Our tendency to... decompose... Is often a detractor to those who might consort with us, talk with us, engage with us. Possibly even those who might otherwise consider joining us. Death might fascinate them, but that does not mean they wish to decay."
His eyes rose to meet Grendel's again. "If you can tame the Rot, make it so that it no longer affects us... That would be a boon that would earn my..." He paused, and could not resist a chuckle at the terrible but also honest pun he was about to make. "Undying loyalty."
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2023 11:42 am
Grendel let out a snort and shook his head. "Why waste time with games when enough time has already been wasted?" He asked. It was clear that he was finished with waiting. Any Disciple who had not sought him out by now needed to be given the opportunity to either join him or be replaced. It was that simple. He knew that they had all felt when their connection to Caine had weakened to almost nothing at all. He knew that, in turn, they had felt their powers dwindle. But he felt that he was being gracious. He had given them all time. By now they should have an idea where their loyalties lay, whether with Caine, with Grendel, or somewhere beyond either. His hope for the very latter was that he could still bring them to his side. And if not, well, there was no shortage of ancient vampires that would gladly take the place of an old Disciple, he was sure. There was only a brief pause while Grendel considered the question. "I can. I can halt it so that it does not spread further, for you and your entire clan. The rot will end. What damage is done to you and yours is already done, but the newly embraced will not have to deal with it."
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2023 9:32 pm
Samedi lifted his brows for a moment, then nodded slowly. Time seemed more urgent, he felt, to someone younger. But perhaps there was something that had his God's attention as very important that he had not yet learned about, or considered. "Fair enough, then. Is there a great deal of urgency to something that we all need be concerned about?"
He leaned forwards, his eyes glittering as they caught moonlight through the window. "If there is, I ask only that I can begin to properly prepare my lot, small though it currently is, and perhaps see about expansion with a bit more urgency."
And then he grinned, adding "And that halting of the rot is all we need. New children without worry about flesh falling off, and us old ones to stay as we are? You have myself, and all that follow me, if they are at all wise about anything."
He was not sure what would be appropriate here. Should he offer his hand to the God, to shake on it? Or should he let the God decide? He chose the latter, not wishing to seem presumptuous.
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