nd the song remains the same. I have allowed Lucas a bit of space to govern as he wishes. He still wants me dead, I presume, and for all I care; he'll get his wish sooner or later. However, until the time is right, I shall be occupied with other businesses that would require my attendance.

Until such a time as my attacks resume, I assure all that my ideas are not mine alone, and many lives will be wasted before more stand up on the correct side. Adieu, and farewell, until I retrn. May your nights be numbered and well addressed as such.
To all Camarilla bastards, and Sabbat drones, I lend my pity, before my wrath.

-Dmitri Alexander

Perhaps not a true coterie in its own right, their collective influence remains constant. The individual's agendas continue to weave between one another, and the mutual feeding off of resources has set up a good basis to counteract the failing and shameful display of power that the Royal Coterie waves around like an arrogant banner. Power requires honor and dignity. These don't exist in the way of man, much less in the way of Kindred.

Silver Ice Lasombra

Dmitri Alexandre Caitiff

Vandala Ventrue

Blade Brujah

"...May you build the walls strong...They'll need it, pretty-boy."