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Tales Of Eclipse
Pleurotremata.
He should have been on cloud nine. He had managed to turn the city “Camarilla” and free Delilah Harkness in less in months than many of the Waypoint had been alive in years. He was Seneschal, he was going to look good to Clan Ventrue, and he had tied up several Anarchs in Camarilla protocol and structure.
Memories
They had not been this way since it had happened.
They remembered it all too well. Back in 2017, They had followed the animals all the way to the Golden Triangle between Dundee, Edinburgh, and Inverness. They had gasped at the majesty of the Clan of the Beasts. All gathered despite the danger that the Hunters presented. Making shows of physical strength, telling stories, and sitting round a fire that forced them to stay hidden on the
outskirts. There were promises of vengeance, stories of patience, and discussions of how to move forward in the wake of the Eclipse. But there was an overall confidence that the Kindred would move forward. That the Eclipse would not be their end.