Post by Samuel Pickens on Sept 28, 2015 6:23:03 GMT
Fellow Gangrel;
I've been thinking after our talk at the last Elysium, and there's a few things I want to speak on. Indulge this old fuck for a while.
Despite all of our differences, there are two common traits that all of our clan share, regardless of personality or temperament. I'm of course talking about our independent streak and our predisposition towards survival. With regards to the former, each and every clan member is free to seek his or her fortunes. We Gangrel do not lord over our childer like most Kindred Sires, nor do we demand respect due to age or political station. Respect is earned, and each of us must be free enough to seek it through feats of strength and courage. When our Kind embraces, the one thing we do for our childer is to provide them with the strength to survive, persevere, and vanquish adversity. Everything beyond that is up to them. If you want power, earn it.
Now, all who read this have my word that I will never use my political authority to force another Gangrel to do something against their will, so long as they remain loyal to Sect and Clan. That being said, I've walked this earth for nearly four and a half centuries. I've been a part of eighteen different courts over my unlife, and I've picked up a thing or two. So, when I offer advice feel free to disregard it, but at the same time ya'll might want to consider that someone who's lived as long as myself probably both knows a few things and could beat you senseless in the time you take to blink. If a decision needs to be made for the good of the clan and talkin stalls, the claws will come out. I expect the same for ya'll if I ever get weak or stupid and need a smack upside the head. We're a pack, and I'm the Alpha by right of my might and experience.
Anyways, I'm rambling. Survival, this is where we circle the wagons. To the outside, we always present a unified front. Most clans see us as mangy bitches only slightly above the Nosferatu, and I know for a fact that if most of the other clans held the Princedom our Primogen seat would be gone faster than five bucks at a discount brothel. The Ruber Dama coterie works daily to see our clan humiliated, and others would no doubt pull out the popcorn if they ever get their way. We never air our dirty laundry in public, nor do we conspire with Kindred outside the clan against our own. Whatever our differences are, we put them aside when threatened by any outside force.
This how our clan continues to survive in the face of a world that sees us all as little more than useful watchdogs.
I've been thinking after our talk at the last Elysium, and there's a few things I want to speak on. Indulge this old fuck for a while.
Despite all of our differences, there are two common traits that all of our clan share, regardless of personality or temperament. I'm of course talking about our independent streak and our predisposition towards survival. With regards to the former, each and every clan member is free to seek his or her fortunes. We Gangrel do not lord over our childer like most Kindred Sires, nor do we demand respect due to age or political station. Respect is earned, and each of us must be free enough to seek it through feats of strength and courage. When our Kind embraces, the one thing we do for our childer is to provide them with the strength to survive, persevere, and vanquish adversity. Everything beyond that is up to them. If you want power, earn it.
Now, all who read this have my word that I will never use my political authority to force another Gangrel to do something against their will, so long as they remain loyal to Sect and Clan. That being said, I've walked this earth for nearly four and a half centuries. I've been a part of eighteen different courts over my unlife, and I've picked up a thing or two. So, when I offer advice feel free to disregard it, but at the same time ya'll might want to consider that someone who's lived as long as myself probably both knows a few things and could beat you senseless in the time you take to blink. If a decision needs to be made for the good of the clan and talkin stalls, the claws will come out. I expect the same for ya'll if I ever get weak or stupid and need a smack upside the head. We're a pack, and I'm the Alpha by right of my might and experience.
Anyways, I'm rambling. Survival, this is where we circle the wagons. To the outside, we always present a unified front. Most clans see us as mangy bitches only slightly above the Nosferatu, and I know for a fact that if most of the other clans held the Princedom our Primogen seat would be gone faster than five bucks at a discount brothel. The Ruber Dama coterie works daily to see our clan humiliated, and others would no doubt pull out the popcorn if they ever get their way. We never air our dirty laundry in public, nor do we conspire with Kindred outside the clan against our own. Whatever our differences are, we put them aside when threatened by any outside force.
This how our clan continues to survive in the face of a world that sees us all as little more than useful watchdogs.
