(Ok, im going to do my best to try and re-cap what happened in the live event last night. Just so nobodiy is left in the dark about major points, and to speed things along a bit. if you were present and feel i missed something or want to add your perspective on things, please add to it. )

When prince Carter finally called the court to order it was to ask Pheonix, the gangrel who has been scouting sabbat forces in the mountains for a scouting report.

Pheonix conveyed the dire news that there are at least five hardened and experienced packs keeping our city in a chokehold.

Prince Carter revealed that the Toreador Primogen met his final death by one of these Sabbat packs while trying to leave the city...

Prince Carter introduced a new Scourge, a large man named Zaine with an obvious distate for the Tremere Regent. The Prince asked Pheonix and the newcomer Zaine to work together to keep the border of our city secure from sabbat incursions...

The two kindred squared off and sized eachother up, but agreed to work together...

The Princes second weapon was something thats only been a vauge rumor until tonight. He brought out what appeared to be a young girl. She was deathly pale had dark hair and terrified eyes.

He called her an Oracle and he revealed her to be a thinblood with the ability to forsee the future.

The Tremere were intruiged, Pheonix was blatantly skeptical.

The Prince slashed his wrist and fed the ravenous little thinblood before casting her to the floor where she stayed, on her knees, twitching and beginning to convulse.

She didnt climb the walls, her head didnt spin around, she didnt even speak... she just vomited. A mass of red vitae all over the tiles in the cathedral.. she wretched and coughed before looking up and with jerky movements locking faces with each kindred present.

As she stared at each kindred her fingers flew through the blood like a child fingerpaining, writing names. Mortal names, secret names, pet names from old lovers, childhood bully names, everything.

She wrote a litany of names for each kindred present one by one...

This apparently convinced the skeptical Pheonix of the truth behind the princes claims and the girls power. So he again swore his allegiance and the Tremere began discussing plans...

The first move was decided as such: All kindred of Sanfield are commanded to work to manipulate and control the willworkers, the withches and the magicians.

The oracle has forseen all of our deaths and the prince has given our first course of action.

Court would end shortly afterwards and everyone would be free to go about the buisness...

*She watches this meeting clearly intrested. Her eyes wideen slightly as her name is mentioned. This girl is good thankfull she only mentioned names. She doesn't want to get staked this early in the game. After everyone has had their fill of the Prince she walks up and curtsis* Hello. I am Collio Smiles new to your city  

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'You chose quite a time to join us here Miss Smiles..' Prince Carter tells her. 'I hope you can find some comfort here as leaving would be a very foolish move...'

Words of warning for what he sees as simply a new neonate...

' Where do you hail from?..' He asks. Finally returning to his seat at the murals feet.

*She grins a little. he was a pansy compared to the leaders she was use to. But she doesn't let this feeling come to the surface that would be suicidal. * I have traveled all over exploring the land.

Carter comes off as quite the pansy when hes polite. If she could only catch him on a -bad- night she might hcnage her mind...

'Well, Nomad... Welcome to my city, i trust you will respect the traditions and the domains of our elders while you are here. '

He pauses.. as if waiting for a response...

Yes of course I intend to. I Do not like to stir waters in the city I live in. *She doesn't like to she LOVES to, but thats entirely beside the point*

Carter nods to her response..'Good to hear. I hope you can find some peace or at least diversion while we work to free up our borders for travel again...'

He doesnt expect a nomad to get too involved, nor will he ask her to.

groovy *A smirk* I take it there are problems with the city? *yes this was bold to assume. But hey he left that part WIIIIIDDDDE open for questions*

*Kara straightens up and smiles gently to the Prince.* I have been well my Prince *she replies, then delicatly nods her head.* I do hope that our Prince has been well, hmm?

*Her accent is clearly Italian, yet it is not very strong; for one not familiar with Italian accents they may not notice that it is purly Roman.

She stands near the Prince and casts a look over atthe man offering the plant...how pretty...she eyes it gently, with a light tilt of her head, admiering its beauty, before looking back to the Prince.*

Looking around and Elysium, I notices the woman observing my blood lotus. I excuse myself from the matching suits of the Tremere and stroll over to her. You see a 6 foot 5 inch man easily 250 to 280 pounds, but it's all muscle coming over to you. I say to her, “It good to see that some of us can still appreciate the beauty of life.” A big smile speads across my face as he extends his hand to greet you. “My name is Sebastion Mcdonald I’m the ground keeper and ancillae of clan Tremere.” There is no reasons to try hide my clan, the matching suit is a dead give away. “This flower proves even through the chaos of war that the world will always find a way to look at the brighter side of life.” You hear a thick Irish accent as I speak. “I think even in these troubled times that everything will work it self out for the better. I have two questions if you don’t mind first, I must know such beautiful women's name and second the more important of the two do you have a favorite flower?”[/couleur][couleur=#009b63]

*She notices Sebastian heading her way, flower in hand, and speak to her. As introductions are in order, Kara extends her hand as well, her grip firm yet not overly so.*

I am Kara...*she begins then offers him a nod as she slips her hand out of his.* Kara Miya *the way she utters her name it sounds as though it is one name, not two. Anyone into Opera will have, most likely, heard of her.* the blood that runs through my veins is similar to the Princes *she says, not saying she is Malkavian, though clearly implying it. She never did like saying she was Malkavain, people might think she's a loopy, bunny-slipper wearing weirdo, sadly most people did not realize that not all Malkavians were silly..or wore bunny slippers. There was more depth in their clan, a knowledge and passion the other clans could not understand...they were not insane...they were... eccentric. She pauses, and hopes Sebastian will not think just because she is a Malkavian, she is a silly goose...so she waits for his comment, if any, and then...only...will she relax some. Sometimes she wonders if being of this clan was a blessing or a curse.*

I do hope you are right, Sebastian...*she replies, then adds without skipping a beat.* Marigolds....they are one of my favourite flowers. *her hand flutters up, as if to touch the flower he is holding, but something makes her stop and she lets it fall back to her side.*

Once all the fuss and furor is over with, Rose mingles a bit more with the others.  Finding herself near Collio as said person chats with another.  With her lazy smile, she studies the others...noting easily the signs of drugs.  Easy enough for one who nearly grew up in the free and easy drug usage society of Haight Ashbury.

“Kara, it is truly an honor to meet someone with such exquisites taste” I softly caress her hand so I can guide it upward to allow me to gentle kiss. “I hope in the near future our paths shall cross and this may make it a little more likely.” I shuffle around my suit pocket and pull out a card. “If you ever need a hand or would like some company just give me a call. It has been a delight and I look forward when next we meet” I do a slight bow and stroll back to the matching suits, glancing back slightly whilst smiling.  

*a kiss on her hand, how gentelmanly, for that she offers Sebastian a small, almost butterfly-frail smile. With pallid, delicate fingers Kara takes hold of the card and with a slight curl of her wrist, and a drop of her eyes she looks over the card, then back up at the man.* A pleasure, Sebastian...

The card is slipped into the pocket of her purple coat, where it rests between smooth material.* Perhaps our paths will cross again...*she nods as they part, then adds.* ...soon.

*Kara's eyes flutter around the room, at the others, even though she doesn't know most of them, she feels at ease. Her head feels light, the heroin continues to weave though her, granting her the rare commodity of pure calmnes.*

I am seated with the rest of the tremre. I sit towards the back of our group this is my first visit to court so i hold my tongue and just observe and answer politely to anyone who asks me a question mostly just small talk nothing big.