A normal night in a city of kindred would normally include the normal
clan meetings, the normal Primogen meetings, and, of coarse, the
normal general meeting. This night seemed different in all three
terms. First, it started very eerily with the news that a hurricane
was about to make landfall and that it would be unsafe to go outside.
Mr. Wilson of Clan Ventrue had generously donated his home for the
cities meeting. I was new in town and had never experienced a
hurricane before. I had heard legends about the sheer force that
these storms created that could rip the skin off of the bones of a
man or send him flying to the other ends of the earth. As you could
understand, I was very concerned. I visited several websites before I
left that night to be prepared. I boarded up my windows and filled my
bathtub with water and stocked up on can foods. I did not understand
why, considering the fact that I could not eat them, but I was
prepared none the less. I was very interested in meeting my new Clanmates in this city and I headed over to the meeting.

When I first arrived, the city's kindred seemed rather "pissed off"
by the storm that had fallen upon them. I tried my best to mingle
with these individuals and introduce myself as the new member of the
city. I met several individuals including the Sheriff of the City, a
Setite by the name of Mr. Spire. I also met the speaker for the
independence, a Mr. Luchesio, who was also a Setite. I then met Sgt. Maj. Vitel, who evidently is a former Nos that joined the Setites.
From the very start I knew that this city was going to be very
different from any other that I had been to.

I met several other gentlemen, including most of the clan primogens,
when the meeting started. It seemed that I had arrived just in time
for the change of season for this city. This was presented over to
everyone by the Archon Bishop: a Brujah of most interesting
character. He made reference to the city and all that had been taking
place, including a lack of respect for Status in the city. This
seemed to have presented such a problem that an outsider had been
sent to deal with the situation. A Lasombra Antitribu who was to make sure that the respect for status was upheld. I realized once again that this city was going to be very different.

Also at the meeting, it was revealed that a Ghoul had been discovered who knew most of the information about the Camarilla, or at least more than a ghoul should know. She was detained and told that she would be introduced to each clan and given the chance to decide what she would like to do. This was an astounding decision to allow a ghoul to choose what clan it could join. Very different indeed.

We moved on to clan meeting in which nothing great was discussed. As this was only my first night in this city, it was very unlikely that
I would be given a chance to be elected clan primogen, even with this
change of season. It seemed that I was the only other member of Clan Toreador other than the Primogen and the Prince. Fate seems to deal that I may turn into the third wheel of this clan, but I do hope not. I was made clan Whip by Wesley, but that would seem obvious
considering the situation. After the clan meetings, we were divided
up in to two groups, primogen council and non-primogen council. The
Archon Bishop was to lecture to the council while Mr. Alservado, the
Lasombra Antitribu, would lecture the rest of the city. The
discussion went rather well and we had heard all we needed to hear
and had asked all the questions we needed to ask in less than an
hour. The Primogen meeting went on much longer. So we were forced to wonder around this house for quite some time. It seemed that this night would go very uneventfully. I was wrong.

I was speaking with the Setites when we heard a loud crash coming
from one of the rooms in this mansion. We rushed to the scene to find that there was a Buick crashed through the wall of this house. Then the car slipped out of the hole and the room became subject to a wind vacuum. I was very surprised, but than the legends of this hurricane came back to me. The sheer power of such a storm put me in a state of shock. But I was able to conquer that fear and realized that several member of clan Brujah were in danger. I pulled out my sword and jammed it into the floor, making myself an anchor to this chain of kindred. I grabbed the Sheriff who had been knocked to the floor and was about to be thrown into the storm. Then, myself and one of the Brujah began retrieving the fallen kindred one by one until everyone was safe. A Tremere also leaned a hand to help provide aid for the kindred of this city. When I look back on it, I seem to remember this feeling of solidarity that was in that room. Kindred of almost five clans came together to aid one another. That showed something else that was different about this city.

The next few minutes of the night have been formed into some sort of
blur in my mind. I do not remember it fully and am unsure exactly
what happened. I remember realizing that the Vetrue Primogen, Mr.
Wilson, needed to be informed of this property destruction. I
remember heading over to the other side of the mansion. BLAM!! I
needed to tell him something. BLAM!! I woke up in the middle of a
room with the Setities and a Giovanni around. I had no idea what had
happened. I'm still not sure exactly what happened. From what I
gathered from talk around me, I had barged into the Primogen Meeting and had been shot twice in the head by Archon Bishop. This seemed to be what had happened. I have no real memory of it, but that is what everyone says. I was in a state of almost suspended thought. I thought it best if I left the area and gathered my thoughts together. And so ended my first night in this city of Melbourne. I had a strange feeling that when my friend told me this city was a little
different, he was being very generous.

I was right. This city is going to be very different indeed.

Frederick Warburg
Whip Clan Toreador