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He is already preparing the house for an assault in which weapons are going to be compromised, but we WILL need the council chamber set up to allow you and I to be hooked up to IV vitae systems. Or, better yet... the Shrine. As you have yoru coffin, that is MY place of power. With Xeno's on the entrance, we will be secure. Go, ask Jan to make the prepartions. I wil... consolidate... our power structure here.

*she nodded to him, then puased, biting her lip*

Dagoth does not deserve to remain here alone.... Nor does he deserve not to have us bear witness to his triumphs... Daegonna will remain here unless needed, yes? With Javos as support once he returns. These ingrated little ustarts who cannto bear to be alive, OR undead, will NOT change my stance with my people. Dagoth is our champion this night, as he will be for weeks to come. We WILL venerate him, no matter WHO dares threaten our doors.

*She stood up, taking a large chalice from Seraphim as he returned, setting it on teh table as she also took his knife, rolling it in her hand*

Corbin. We will give no quater.. not this time. The orders we shall give will get men killed. For you, I know that is not a concern. Make our war machine ready. I will NOT be long in joining you.

*Seraphim's pack dropped to one knee each, gazing up at her as she held the knife over her own wrist*

Im not Sabbat anymore, but...

Blood to blood, life to life. Drink of my offering and be at peace. The pack is one. Brother to brother, sister to sister, I swear I shall protect you until my entrails decorate the floor and crumble to ash, cursing and screaming. And I will skin alive any of you who do not do the same.

*She slashed across her wrist, using a very much NON-traditional blessing before handing the knife off to Seraphim, who amusedly repeated the oath, and so on around the circle. The oath was... fitting... a the very least. When it was done, Roan was first to drink, again passing the blodo around, her eyes closing as she felt that old familiar thrill, one she had not allowed herself for many many years.*

Anyone'd think we offended him with this last time he visited OUR side of the reality divide...
What we have just done is like incest to us Camarilla types. Its dirty and foul and dangerous.
Yet you still did it.
Of course. And you know why.
Yeah, you're a real b***h.
Mother...
It's ok Mongrel. You'll have toys to play with soon enough. All of you will. Make no mistake gentlemen, things may have changed but the Vaulderie was your WORST move if you were hoping to find weakness. My blood is stronger than all of yours and you WILL obey me...
Yes, mistress.

*The last was said by all of them before they rose and dispersed, heading to the mansion for further orders on the exact time and placement of the first offensive.
Roan sighed and leaned her head back, foreign bloodstrains flickeirng about her system, the eyes of the Prophet flashing epileptically over the inherant memories of each strain of DNA*

Magra? You there?

*She purred the words out, high on the taste of mixed blood, but content. SHe;d have to speak to Dae before she headed back to the mansion, so she may as well discuss do's and ont's with the Blood God she had held onto before she did anything else*

Now now, no need to be rude, wretch...

*she sought and lit a cigarette, leaning back and resting one leg on top of another*

War is coming. Its what we do best. I can TASTE your displeasure. There's going to be a LOT of blood, fiend, and Im willing to share... Im just not willing to give you back to your old master yet. Or were you HIS master? You tell me.

Prehaps its time you and I came to an agreement. I cant afford to have you distracting me during this conflict, and you cant afford to piss me off to the point where you get NO fun at all. So lets talk terms, shall we? Ive been waiting a LONG time to get you away from my son. Better mak ethe best of a bad job, eh?

*She was smirking deeply as she let out a smoke ring, watching it ascend to the ceiling*

Solitude and peace says he, equal and compatriot of my own dear son... hah! Corbin worked you like a dog and you know it. You just happen to ENJOY your work.

What I want form you, Magra, is very simple. You respect Corbin.. thats a damn good start. I know how long relationsips between us mere beings of flesh and blood and the gods can take. Také is living proof. If truth be told, I insult you becaus eI fear you and I deal with fear by getting angry. Until VERY recently, I was in effect one of the MANY mindless slaves you COULD have takem if you were free. ALL cainites are yours. I feared that, especially with you living under my roof. Even now, as a God in my own right, albeit a mortal made more, I am not stupid enough to think Im better than you.

I remember being seperated from Také. I hated it. You desire your 'perfect' host back, and Im sure he wishes I had returned you to him as well. Lets make ends meet so we can do that.

*Another smoke ring*

To you I will promise more blood than you know what to with, enough to free yourself and do whatever you so please, in exchange for one simple task. Very soon now, several strains of blood will be flowing through my system. All I wish YOU to do is to marry them into my own natural DNA. An easy task for a Blood God. Once done, I'll give you back to Corbin and bring a war to our doors large enough to keep you engorged until the end of days.

If there is something you wish instea,d name it. My only goal here is to get what I desire.

Its not the Vaulderie blood I want bound, and you will find you will not HAVE to bind the genetics of what I DO wish with Corbin. You will NOT, however, mention any of what it is I wish you to do to Corbin before OR after you have fulfilled my request, This is between us Magra and I was NOT kidding when I said I could sate your hunger. You think I dont know what such hunger is for you?
I know full well where the Beast in each of us comes from, why it constantly tugs and mewls and pulls at its leash. The Beast in each of us comes from yu. Our primal brains are linked ot you and prehaps even part fo what we consume goes to you yourself. You thirst constantly and it must be a pain in your gut every waking moment to pass fresh, living bodies and smell what you desire but be unableto take it.

Work WITH me, beast of blood, and you will get more blood than any other has offered you before. If you do not believe me, then how about a little guarentee for you? If I fail to deliver, or you feel what I am offering is not coming to you fast enough... my body as vessel. With EVERY power I have. Special dispensation for you to take over and do as you please after my work is done to fulfill your own desires and goals, until the world ends. No strings attached... the word of one god to another.

*She tapped ahs from her smoke and rolled her neck, a contented kitten despite Magra's words*

What I ask is so very little. What I offer should more than cover it.

.: Daegonna. Come on over here, and I will explain to you now the crowd has gone. Things are going to start moving fast and I need you filled in before I leave you here to go aid the effort at home. :.

*So Roan WASNT planning on leaving Dagoth here alone. But Dae DID need to knwo what was going on*

Some years ago now, before you even met back up with yoru brother, we had a bit of a to do in Durem.
It started innocuously enough, a few destroyed buildings, rumours of Sabbat. When we GOT there... it turned to out and out carnage.
Some mad Major and his cohorts had sent a team in to take out MY home territory. Reasons? Still slightly unknown, though the Major in question has an all out lust for war that rivals our own. His reson d'étre is the same as ours - we live to fight.
The leaders of this assault were one Engel and his brother Schneider, both ex-nazis as I understand it and war veterans. We took them down. Sending them, even with their augmented men, against us was suicide. Their commander must have knownj this and sent them to the slaughter anyway.

With their rebellion crushed and a cover story - you would have heard it, the 'pipe' exdplosions under the reclamation facility - in place, everything went quiet. We could not find this MAjor, no trace of him was on our files and Engel and Schneider knew only enough to HATE their commanders for what they did and realise how lucky they were to even still be ALIVE, let alone spared, which was my fault.

*Roan paused to light another smoke, waiting for Magra to finish debating her offer and speak to her as she talked to Dae of wars gone past with a shine in her eye*

I have to say... it WAS a glorious battle. I remember my anger... my fury. And now, the Major has shown himself and we will fight again. This time... we will fight in earnest, one veteran to another, one unnatural being against another, both of us too stupid to die, both of us too inhuman to live. Just like the rest of the clan, and the rest of his men...

They are Abominations, Daegonna - an evil mix of Garou taken by Kindred and Embraced. The most HATED being alive, the most devious and sly, the most unloved of all foul creatures that live beyond their time. One of them at least has the skills to shut down any and all mechanics and machina, meaning our war will be as of old. I will bloody my swords and talons once again, against unknown and untold numbers until either I, or my foe, lies screaming and dying on the ground, cursing, spitting... and praying to impotent god.
The system within the clan means many of us are not suited to goign toe to toe with the enemy. The Blazeheart clan will take the front line. General DeSeer and I require yoru own talents as a spellflinger to back us up. Corbin and I fight form the back lines, through our totems and our parasites. It shall be glorious.

*she spoke as if she was going to see a favourite show at the theatre, a level of life coming to her cold dead body that even a FEAST of Vitae coudl not normally bring to her. War! The old b***h lived for it, and it did wonders for her, in terrible and horrifying ways. Like this, it was easy to see how she coudl kill and maim the young men she called family, WHY she did it, and how she could manage to send them out night after night to fight. To her, the risk of death wasnt a factor. It was a PRIVALEDGE*

No matter WHAT they fling at us, Daegonna, I intend to be here for EVERY fight Dagoth has. I will NOT miss one. And until the fun starts, I would like you to remain here.

*she exhaled another smoke ring, clear sign she was in a good mood*

Battlemagic mostly, curses are an added bonus. We MAY require scrying at some point, but we have TWO Yoachi's at different points hwo may be able to do the same. Mostly, we need to be able to hit these guys hard and repeatedly until they get the message and stay dead for good. I look forward to seeing what you cook up. Also... I want this over by Dagoth's final. HE means more to me than ANY war.