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Since the Vampire Insurrection, I have paid dutiful oblations to Nehret, whom I address as My Lady of Peace, for She is the one who granted me new opportunities. Whether that is saving me from the (now-defunct) Desprince of the Dais from beheading me, or granting me powers for due penance I must serve, I have always been faithful in following Her Highest Wills.
In my steadfast path of following 'no-kill' orders from My Lady of Peace, as many of my kindred would have it in recent times, it has since bred to a nigh magnanimous, ignorant following of Cahal who only defend themselves— that is to say: they have become literal punching bags, the subject of death threats and foul butchering without doing anything about it. Whilst I am, and was, in the midst of writing this, I only need to look over my shoulder to see a kin of mine returned utterly ravaged. It is a grim reminder of ignorance that I have bred.
As such, I ask myself this:
How can wounds of olde heal if maggots write so richly in its festering gape?
It has been a major dereliction of mine to let both the disease of the Sanguine & the boundless greed of mercenaries (chasing gold and faux honour of capturing my kindred), to grow further and twisted, the latter whom I will address later.
Thusly, I call upon my kindred on the highest and fullest moon <<18th Friday>> for a cleansing most needed. A culling of the vampires, with utterances of sympathy or support for their kind only being regarded as being one among their ranks. As for the mercenaries, what small slivers of my magnanimity remains— my eyes, oh-so many of them, will be on you (lest you are that impudent Url whose horns I must rip off).
Drulailmon.
Warden of the Pri'oris Cloister.
O' sanguinous, o' blooded teeth,
for now the age of the Gold Chaser dawns upon us all.
for now the age of the Gold Chaser dawns upon us all.
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