Gangrel Gathering

After the call from the Primogen, whispers among the animals reach ALL of the clan. An Elder who has long been within the city has chosen to make himself known. They speak of man who has wings (non-functional) with eyes of a predator and feathers.

Message that’s been sending out as this call to gather is asking that each make there way north of the city to Lake LA being that the usual gathering is over-run with firefighters combating the wildfire.

((This location is very secluded. This is a separate meeting called by the Clan Elder. Mortals live miles from each other. The selected location has no mortals for a minimum of a mile in each location. It is the “Buttes” a mountain range with sparse Joshua trees and desert bushes. Please reply to the post with specified availability within the next few days))

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*When given the opportunity, Dr. Martin steps forward and looks around calmly, his pipe lit before he begins to speak in a calm, even tone.

"Brothers, Sisters, Cousins and esteemed Cohorts:

We come together tonight at the behest of individuals to speak our minds, to come to consensus and to understand the situations that have befallen us. I readily admit that, in many ways, I am part of the old guard. I have been here for some time--I’ve seen the rise and fall of countless movie stars, countless movements and cultural entities--and of countless petty lords and ladies of the night, each clamoring for their share of the political pie. Some time ago a call was given out amongst Clan Gangrel--a call to remove ourselves from the auspices of the Camarilla, to divorce ourselves and leave the Camarilla to its fate.

Those of us who remain have refused to follow that call. By the main portions of our Clan we are considered traitors, back stabbers, insurrectionists, and fools. Instead of fleeing to the distant wilds, avoiding the conflicts that were to come…the Sabbat incursions, the arrival of the Cathayans, the rumors of Methusalahs in various parts of the world…instead of fleeing in the face of these rumors we few, we noble few have held the candle and held our ground.

The ways of the Camarilla have changed little through the years--in the years of my youth, it had strict forms of etiquette, strict forms of conversation…it was held in high contrast with the Anarch movement, a movement that claimed to hold that all Kindred are equal but only amounts to a vast structure of street violence and corrupt leadership in the names of Freedom and expression. The Camarilla held strong, holding to its Traditions and its way of life, a bastion of civilization against the onslaught of the Anarch Movement and the Sabbat--the Camarilla wasn’t only a set of rules, but was a way of life.

My arrival into Los Angelos was a strange one…I was much younger then, a starry eyed optimist…I thought I knew the rights of the world, how things were and what they should be. The streets where filled with long haired individuals decrying war, and preaching acceptance of others. I saw the truth behind these movements--self fullfilment and a push to be accepted themselves, these people walked the streets declaring the power of flowers, of love and of freedom. They were right, you see…there is a power in freedom that most of us who claim the lineage of Gangrel can attest--but there is a downside. With freedom comes self-responsibility, comes the loss of old ways, comes chaos and disorder.

Those of us here, tonight, know that these are more dangerous and harmful to our existence then the wonders of pure “freedom”…some of us even know that “Freedom” is but a lie perpetuated to make others feel better about themselves--a malevolent lie. That lie has weakened us--weither we believe in these ideals or not, it doesn’t not matter; we were each asked to rebel against our Havens and chose to stay with the White Tower of the Camarilla…we can not back out of that deal now.

However, it has been deemed that some of us have forgotten our agreement. There is an old adage about what is important in politics…the truth or perception. The answer is the perceptions of the Powers that Be. Those Powers that Be have been less then pleased. Our Clan has become a true laughing stock among the Ivory Tower, a true laughing stock. The traditions go ignored and broken even with minor infractions. Back in the day we called these “Oops“es…someone accidentally flashes fangs…claws…or speak of what we are in public, using inappropriate terms…it does not /matter/ if it is true or not, all that matters is that the Powers that Be have /stated/ it is true. That is the Way of the Camarilla. We have been accused of ignoring the tenants of status within the court, accused of breaking Elysium by appearing in an inappropriate manner…we have failed to take on the gravity of the Traditions and bylaws of the Camarilla…we can not continue to do this if we are to remain within the Camarilla.

Think me a fool, think me disloyal if you’d like…our survival, at the moment, might just be in these words of wisdom: “think before you act” as well as “We are our own worst enemies.” I expect many of you to dislike and do not to trust me; a fair comment, we are Kindred--as a species our viewpoints will always eventually come back to self preservation...indeed, it is the mark of the youngest among us to think otherwise. However, we are at a crucible…are we members of the Camarilla, willing to put up with the rule, regulations and unwritten bylaws…or are we Anarchs, who feel that all Kindred are created equal?

Now…I’m certain that at least one of you is thinking “but Dr. Martin, you’ve acted like an Anarch the most by not telling your primogen what you were…” I can easily comment on that. To have stated as such in an area where there are security cameras and a large influx of Police and security guards is a breach of the Masquerade. In addition, my name is on the Official Roles of this city as a Gangrel, as I declared well over fifty years ago. By the Laws, Traditions and bylaws of the Camarilla I fulfilled not only my obligation, but have aided the Prince in her endeavors a few times since. To question this, in any capacity, is to Question the comment of the Prince who, herself, is the only one who can Acknowledge anyone as being a member of this society and of being of any Clan.

Have we fallen so low…that when we dislike others of our own clan we /make up/ information to accuse them of? We are already seen as a laughing stock and the Prince is under no compunction to even allow us a seat within the Primogen. I would advise all of you, each and every one of you, to remember that we serve at the behest of the Prince as well as the Traditions. We can not afford to continue to make these gaffes and Faux pas in public…or it will not just be one or two of us facing redicule in public, but it will be one or two of us being feasted upon as part of the Lexitalonis.

"That is exactly what I am here to ask you John. Why do you feel it is nessisary to call one of your own clan a slut to the prince?" Her voice was sharp and blunt. Eyes boring into his.

She was hear for answers not a long drawn out speak that, while flamboyant, said nothing. "And do not toy with me as if I were a fool. You pretend to know what Im like by my outward appearance from a very stressful night. Do not judge me so weak."

As the primogen your reasposiblityes are to know all members of the clan in the city not for them to know you as well we have had much worse intrudctions of other elders in the city by some clan member with little or no action yet so what ever you chouse to do thinck of what you have to do with the whole clan and not jsut one

John seems rather calm really to the questioning, looking at the Primogen nonplussed, "I see...so you accuse me of calling someone a slut...I don't remember not bandying words being one of the Traditions, but you are the Primogen...I shall play along. I am curious as to whom you speak of...Mr. Harrison Blake perhaps? No..I am afraid I've never had the pleasure of meeting the gentleman...and males generally aren't called sluts so...it can't be him. Mr. Nail Stormfoot? Once again Male and not in the area and, again, I have not had the pleasure of meeting him--so that leaves him out as well. Lets see...why that leaves only yourself, Ms. Nanook Synclaer...let me ponder...no, I'm afraid I have no recollection of calling you a slut. Oh...there would be one more, the Elder Mr. miller...no, I can say with absolute certainty thatthat I have never called him a slut. It would seem to me that since this is a meeting of Camarilla Gangrel that we've exhausted every member of the Clan who is an acknowledged member--and as we have been informed by the Tradition itself, without Acknowledgement, you are as nothing.

So that leaves me with only two possibilities here: One...you have some unacknowledged kindred, who I reiterate..is as nothing to the Camarilla...and since we are Camarilla Gangrel here that is all that matters, that you feel is of some matter of importance. If that is the case, as Mr. Blake has mentioned...you seem to be making an act of desperation--after all, a Primogen defending someone who doesn't exist? That would be rather Foolish, would it not? The second possibility...is even more disturbing. A primogen alters words that are probably on record, lies...twists...and tries to use her own power to make someone she feels is a threat or she doens't like disappear...I don't believe this would be the case, though ..it does strike me strange...you show such passion and anger. Have we struck a nerve, my dear Primogen?

Look about you, Primogen Synclaer...the Camarilla only acknowledges the ones I have mentioned. Your position lays in your ability to get us to support you...Already Mr. Blake has stated you are acting foolish...that would leave only Mr. Stormfoot to speak his mind on your leadership skills...but he isn't here. The long and short of it is, Primogen Synclaer...your support isn't acknowledged by the Camarilla and is quickly drying up. Instead of making nice, and listening to others, you've accused those you fear and have made yourself look...remarkably weak.

You have shown disrespect to the Prince, to the Camarilla and to the Offices of the Harpies. You've neglected your duties, broken etiquette on Elysium and pretty much given the Gangrel Clan a bad name...none of this has anything to do with how you appear physically. You've shown a remarkable naivete that goes well along the lines of indicating your youth...and its showing rather blatently. At the moment, you're probably looking at me as an enemy...so be it, I expect as much--I get it rather often, and I get it. I see and say things others don't want to hear...well, to be honest Primogen Synclaer at the moment I am trying to help you, but most important...I'm trying to help our Clan.

In the end, Madame Primogen, the Camarilla is a very "What have you done for me lately...look what bad things you've done before" orginization. You accuse me of calling someone a slut...I call it informing the Prince of a possible Masquerade breech...which she thanked me for doing. Yes. Thanked me...which means this entire meeting is both sham and moot. You attempt tp punish me, and I guarentee there will be reprecussions and they won't be coming from me--ou would be challenging the authority of the Prince and I can guarentee that no Pince worth her stripes would ever allow it. That being the case, sit down, calm down, and actually listen for once or have you become too proud in your youth and inexperience to listen to those older then yourself?

To be honest, this is probably among your last chances, Ms. Synclaer. I, for one, can say with assurance that I don't want to be chased out of the city for your incompitance. I don't want my Cousins who claim Clan Gangrel, to face the wrath of the Prince and her officials because you keep protecting someone who keeps majorly screwing up. Call me a backstabber. Call me a Traitor. Please..go ahead. Get angry, get mad. It will show two things: Your lack of ability to control your beast, and your in ability to look at this situation with rationality. The Court is going to do what the Court is going to do...if they do it for us, we...all of us...will be complete laughing stocks. We have a seat simply because the Prince is being /nice/ to us...and we're blowing it."

He waves the situation off, "I beleive there was an Elder among us that wished to speak...forgive my arrogance, but this situation has de-evolved more then it ever should have. Perhaps this might be a good time for him or her to speak."

Excuse me *Gem steps forwad* I am nto slut. If I knew who you where I would have ask you to come to the meeting I was haven insead of being a light meal. I did nto show off anythign that would have broken and of the laws of the ivory tower. AS for what I have done in the past. You do nto ahve the full story. Clam to be a doctor Clam that you are for our clan. Ya right. I have stuck by my clan in this city since I have found them with in the city. Maybe if you where aroudn when Ifirst entered this city and could have taught me. You say you have been in this city for a logn time. How come this is the first any of us have seen you??

*her eyes narrow at John* ANd for give in to the beast. Do you see any animal flaws ?? I wonder what you where like when you where first embraced. Did you not give into your anger, You emoctions??

Why don't slink back in the little hole you came from. Maybe change clans I hear the Venture would probly love someone like you.

And I can nto waite to hear what you have to say about what I said. Might be inlighteming. *rolls her eyes* Not!

*he smirks, "When your acknowledged I'll be glad to listen to you...until then..you aren't a member of any Clan..you don't exist. Such is the Laws..such is the /Traditions/. You know, those things we all vow we'll follow when we get /acknowledged/ and apparentl are ignoring now?"

he chuckles, "As for other clans...the Clan you know that felt that way..went independant...go join them if you'd like"

((Quick note as stated above I wanted times for a scene. Not for this to be on the forum. But we’ll continue this way. It works. ))

*At this point a rustle is heard in the bushes. A large fully maned lion pads out softly into the center. The regal beast sits among those gathered and its intense green eyes take in all those gathered. Cracking is heard as bones and muscle and tissue begin resuming their original form. The forest seems to hold its breath. (( http://www.imdb.com/media/rm2403571456/nm0776580 ))
As Trajan reaches his full height of 5’11, ((fame 3 grel or cam lore of 2 please fpm for IC knowledge)), his gray wolf like eyes seem to sheen red. His gaze weighs heavily on those it settles on. Trajan is not a tall man but his bearing makes an impressive stance. His face rugged and scarred, the moonlight doesn’t quite seem to reach him, as if his presence sucks in the light. The air seems to crackle around him. The leather of his long coat creaks as he sheds it and stretches the small feather wings that sprout from his back. Peeking from the collar of the black t-shirt he wears are more feathers. If one looks closely at his mouth it seems to protrude slightly, as if from an over bite. Looking intently at Gemini he removes his leather gloves one finger at a time. Walking towards the young Gangrel he runs a hand over his hairless scalp. His voice is crisp and clear but as he speaks there is a rumble in his chest*

You speak when spoken to. I have watched all of you. Elders do not always choose to make themselves known, allowing the younger to learn *he rolls his neck slightly taking the mall in with his eyes* I was informed that this pup *points at Gemini* did not wish any Gangrel to teach her. She and her brother feared all Gangrel. This is the information that I understand was spread. So I left it in the capable hands of the Sheriff. However it seems that her best efforts were spurned, the Brujah were even unable to control her. *He steps closer to Gemini and the grumble in his throat becomes a full primal growl of warning, his lip curling slightly exposing some what bulky canines. Larger then a vampire normally has more like what would be found on an animal* You will mind your tongue to your elders or I’ll rip it from your throat with my bare claws. Your mine now and I will not hesitate and quite possibly will hand you over to Sheriff Campbell and prince Wouters to be left in the sun. Now sit there and keep silent.

*He turns hi back to her now and appraises Nanook with his eyes taking his time looking her over* I am recommending you be stripped of primgeonship until such time you understand your place among your elders, and status among the sect. You also are now mine. *He points at Gemini and Nanook and gestures to the far side of the clearing* You two sit together there and neither will speak until I tell you that you may.

*Now he turns to Harrison, Nail and John* Harrison, Nail. You both had a rocky start but have since redeemed yourselves admirably. John I have seen that once again you have proven yourself to be accredit to the clan. *He looks at Nanook* He keeps abreast of the on goings, that is...or was your job.

The bickering stops NOW. The disrespect stops NOW. You will fall inline and desist blasphemy upon the Gangrel name. . Now *He leans against a tree and folds his arms* If at some point you haven’t lost it to the beast then you are not a Gangrel pup. Would you presume to call me weak? *he know waits for them all to respond*

((Im assuming the admin didn't read the post I originally did in the camarilla ic thread. So here it is. :

Upon learning that there was a Gangrel she hadn't been told was a Gangrel. Nanook called a meeting that was deemed mandatory to all but Nail who was out of town.

After every one arrived at the designated place and was settled in, Nanook took her place before them. She looked at the three grels before her. Her eyes narrowed and not to happy.

"I have called you all her for a few reasons. But the first and fore most Is that I was not told of John Martin being a member of our clan. Something I leave solely on his shoulders. I would firstly like to ask him why this was not stated when I met him before." She didn't stop to let him speak. But would allow him his words as soon as all the points for the meeting were covered.

"Next, I wish to make it perfectly clear to each and every member of this clan, that I expect a certain amount of loyalty to this clan. That includes, but is not limited to: Not speaking or acting disrespectfully about or to any other member of your clan." her eyes rest on John a moment before continuing. "This clan WILL not be a bunch of backstabbers or any such thing. From this moment on it is My word, law, order, request... what ever. This clan will not do these things to its members. And There will be action taken if it happens again." She takes a short breath and moves off to the side, indicating that the floor was now open for others to speak now.

Nail isnt here >.> and nanook called the meeting to stop all the shit between the clan. and when I said the designated place I meant the gangrel territory. Not the sign. Not only is it on fire But its compromised by lo ping.))

Nanook narrows her eyes remaining standing, she does not move as Trajan tells her to. "I am no ones but mine and my sire's, sir. I will not be spoken to in such a manor for trying to straiten things out amongst our tribe. I tired to find these things out. Find out what happend with our tribe. I called a meeting a while ago in order to do just that when the vote for primogen was being taken. Neither one of you chose to show. How is it then, my fault, that I could not get the correct information?" Her eyes narrow sharply as she stares at him.

"How dare you come in here, and try to order me around as such. You did not give any information on the later, you cant walk in and say the same things I just said not ten minutes ago as if You have such a better grip on this tribe. I at least am trying to help out the tribe. Unlike you two who are hiding in the shadows. Im helping the child who for all intentional purposes does not know better, I admit I am young but I seem to be doing more for the tribe right now than the two of you together!"

*she looks at the elder* This is what I have to say. I was left to fend for myself and I did. As for the Sherif Ha cample hands. Never saw her and like normal Ilearned on my own or foudn others that I got informaction about . I now I follow there rules and look what is done to me. I turn to my clan and I get a cold shoulder or nothing but distane from another.

*she looks at John and then back to the elder* My past keeps getting throw in my fae and I am just to shut up an sits down when it has ntohing to do with now and here. The one thing I have come to trust is clan and look at what happens. So this is how loyality is to be with clan?? So the Camerilla is over clan or what I have been calling family now. Loyality thrown out the window. That because I am not acknowledged and only tolerated by the others family clan dose nto reconise me. When I findly put my trust in my clan my family look what happens. *a few bloodey tear fall* So where is my loyaty is to lie now?? With the backstabbers in the cammierlla or my family who seem not to care that or see that I have been trying?? Who seem not to care of one of there own??

*she now gets quiet* Just like a good puppy I will now sit and be quiet and if you deside to rip out my tounge or send me to greet the sun. that is your choice you are a elder *she sits now and listens to the others around her*

*Trajan looks over the two women, his eyes looking upon nanook almost sadly* I had expected so much more from our proud clan. Unfortunately my child you seem to be even confused about what terms define us. I am offering you a chance at redemption. To learn what it is to be a true gangrel. To Learn how important we are to the sect, how to act appropriately with those that have earned their way, I want you to learn this before the savior comes and rises you to the light *he steps forward towards her* I shall be that savior, I shall show you that light. Now your descion is: Do I show you the light of knowledge? Or light of the sun? You will come with me. Now. Or you may leave and stumble on your own. Just know should you remain in the city, and disgrace the name of gangrel I will stake you and leave you for eternity in the ground. *now he turns to Gemini* When you redeem yourself and you stand before the prince after atoning for your sins, then you may make some say in what happens to you. This isn’t Sunday school. I do not forgive and forget. You want things not thrown in your face…try not sinning to begin. One learns from their mistakes. Something you failed to do initially and repeatedly so you have a lot of work to do. And, yes some groveling. Your sins will be thrown in your face indefinitely. Take it with grace. You and I will be having a little talk. And should I see you unfit, should I see no chance of redemption you will leave the city or join your sister in the ground *he takes in the two with his eyes* You will not be given another chance at salvation. So I recommend you both fall in line and take the gift I am offering, or run now cause next I see you two, and who choose to sully our name, I will see that the gardens are properly fertilized by your remains.

Harrison and John would you please see me when you have a chance and we can discuss how to bring us back into the light with her majesty. First I must chasten the fallen. *With that he walks to the edge waiting for Gemini and Nanook to follow*

((Remainder of scene needs to be played ic with Nanook and Gemini. Both characters are scene locked till scene takes place. I need times. And just to clarify yet again the gathering called by the elder is a /separate/ meeting from what Nanook called. Separate place, separate time. I had planned to do it ic or hoped the thread would be responded to as a new Gathering. John and Harrison may do a single post more but other then that this thread is ended and it needs to go ic. Please post availability over next few days))

*John bows slightly to the elder, "Greetings Elder Trajan Miller, I am most pleased to see your presence here this evening. I am most honored by your comments, and am glad that this situation is now well in hand. I trust and rely upon your judgement and exprience to handle the Childer; I hope they have the wisdom to forget what they think they know and learn the truth of our existence..." he stands back up and looks around, "We now must consider our futures, and I would be most pleased to speak with you again, Elder Trajan. I am certain you know how to find me, and I look forward to the conversation."

He turns slightly to look towards Blake, "Mr. Blake, We should set up some form of communication. I hope we can keep in contact. Seeing as this meeting has come more or less to a close,"

He looks back towards the elder, "Do we have your leave to depart?"

If given assent, he departs.

Scene is scheduled for Tuesday Evening July 22nd 2008 at 7pm cst for TPO Nanook and Gemini. Should either be unavailable FPM Midnight threw the forum. Include the next available times you are available for this same week in order to get this scene done by Friday July 25th latest Saturday the 26th. Thank You!