Establishing the City

The hotel.  Built yet still under renovation.  Upon first introducing himself to the city, the Prince was positive that security was not where he would like it.  The Camarilla sent him to this forsaken wasteland that claimed itself to be the "heart of the nation," "gem city."  There was only reason the Camarilla would have wanted him there: Sabbat.  They own Columbus to the North and Cincinnati to the South.  Dayton would be the Cam's.

In just a few sweet hours of his introduction, the Prince had the distressing duty to express to the new city members that the former Sheriff, a Brujah, had been slain.  None yet knew the culprit and out of the two cameras currently present in the city, neither one, with their granular imaging, gave much information to the investigating kindred.

The Gangrel Prince sat back and watched as two kindred took charge of the investigation.  One, another Gangrel, appeared to him to be rough around the edges.  He couldn't have been old, yet he already showed remarkable signs of the Beast in his appearance.  He would need to learn discipline, otherwise he would never survive.  The other, a Malkavian. . .perhaps.  She indeed came across as insane, though through her actions, her religious ties, her lack of reflection, her complexion which was pale beyond the norm--all of these screamed another clan.  He would have to watch her, observe.  Prove to himself that she was either what she claimed or what he believed.

Their deduction, while crude and not nearly efficient with time, finally brought them to the assassinator--a human.  Their means, essentially going door to door, only further proved to the Prince that they were both young.  If the Sabbat were indeed looming to their North and their West, they would need to be prepared--and soon.

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updated 16 december 2002