1199, February 13th, 12:30 PM,
Timisoara,
Domain of Vovoide Marcel Ruthven, of the Ruthven Line
Daniel sits at the dining room table again. He woke cleanly from his rest and was soon visited by a servant instructing him to visit the dining room.
Since then Daniel was joined by Marcel Ruthven, who, in between sips of blood from provided goblets, has been regaling him with tales of the the dangers the local Tremere have posed him in the past few years.
"The Warlocks! Usurpers, what have you, the proud fools constantly attack me, defy me, raid me. They kill my men, they burn my houses, they steal my gold; soon they might even come for you, the demons have developed a taste for Gangrel blood. I had a guard, five years ago, and their spies took his very soul, the foul creatures.
But now, now they have wronged me further than they ever could have in the past. A young love of mine, a divine being whose beauty rivals that of the sun's, and who blinds me with it all the same, has been taken by their flying beasts, their amalgamations of vampiric flesh and blood, formed by your people and mine; the Gargoyles."
The vovoide pauses to take another sip of his goblet.
"They will suffer greatly for their errors, indeed, I have found them. A small, renegade chantry lies hidden in the nearby hills, I lie not when I say my lupine servants have picked up the scent of my love from there.
I dread what the monsters might do to her, they have no debasement they are unwilling to lower themselves with, they are all damned for the sins of their founder, who took the life and soul of Saulot.
Saulot the Virtuous, Saulot the Dragon, Saulot the Warlord.
The kindest of Caine's childer, do you remember his stories? The great lord who founded the clan of healers, who are bound by compassion and love for life, the terrible warrior who would create the warrior Salubri, among those most feared of Caine's warriors.
He who saved the world from the Baali and their demonic masters, he whose childe Samiel struck down the Baali fortress of Chorazhin. He who sought Golconda - bliss, purity of being, peace. He who perhaps alone among the gods, asked for forgiveness for his sins.
The monster Tremere, they found his lone crypt where he slept his ancient sleep, and they sang their greedy fangs into his neck. As gentle as he was, as tired of war as he was, he did not fight back, and so Saulot died. Now they try to slander his clan's name; they make to kill all his childer, his great grandchilder and their childer and then theirs. They wish to hide their shame."
Ruthven downs his goblet and stands.
"Come with me, I have to show you something."