I'm back in New Orleans. It has been a year since I arrived to the city for the first time. I would have never imagine that what I though at first to be a simple mission to consolidate the Tremere influence in the city would become a frantic search around the world, following the shadow of a long forgotten myth. the Midnight Circus. We almost lost our existence, our very essence, almost becoming slaves for all the eternity. I still have daymares about the horrors and terrors that I witnessed, suffered and lived.
The idea of spending the eternity as a slave of the circus makes the prospect of having a sunbath at noon to be tempting and pleasurable.
I consider that my mission was accomplished: The Tremeres have improved their image at the Prince's eyes (which does not means that he trust us... nothing farther than the truth), we established several powerful "allies" that may prove to be be useful in the future, and the Vienna Chantry will send two Tremeres to help Alexandra strengthen the local Chantry.
Anyway, I long for the day I leave this city. There are very few kindreds, there is a very tense relationship with the faes, the Baron Samedi completely controls the (???), the Sabatts are always coming and going, waiting to perform a new strike, and so are the Garou. It's a disaster in the making.
I cannot perceive an interest in the other clans to strengthen their presence in the city, and that is understandable: the whole city smells decay. Old. As if the Time itself has trouble to go forward.
In short. the kindreds of this city are on their own, and the future is gloomy.
The idea of spending the eternity as a slave of the circus makes the prospect of having a sunbath at noon to be tempting and pleasurable.
I consider that my mission was accomplished: The Tremeres have improved their image at the Prince's eyes (which does not means that he trust us... nothing farther than the truth), we established several powerful "allies" that may prove to be be useful in the future, and the Vienna Chantry will send two Tremeres to help Alexandra strengthen the local Chantry.
Anyway, I long for the day I leave this city. There are very few kindreds, there is a very tense relationship with the faes, the Baron Samedi completely controls the (???), the Sabatts are always coming and going, waiting to perform a new strike, and so are the Garou. It's a disaster in the making.
I cannot perceive an interest in the other clans to strengthen their presence in the city, and that is understandable: the whole city smells decay. Old. As if the Time itself has trouble to go forward.
In short. the kindreds of this city are on their own, and the future is gloomy.