After returning from the primogen, the Regent gathers all his clan to him. He seems animated, alive, if you could use the word. He has changed into a darkened cloak, with what appears to be some sort of older leather underneath. The most notable addition is an ancient sword that is strapped to his waist.

A phone will ring, there will be a voice on the other line naming a time and place.

"Where knowledge and wisdom are gained from tomes of olde, as gold and silver transpose one another we shall meet.

The Massasa Wars must end."

And the line will go dead.

I calmly hang up the cell phone. Dropping it upon the floor, I crush it beneath an iron shod boot. Surely this could not have come at a better time. "Jiles, I will be taking out the Mercedes, ready the driver and assemble everyone in two hours. I have business to attend to and when I return I do not intend to be kept waiting."
I change quickly into a more discreet black and burgundy suit and meet the awaiting car out back. Looking at our security guards,"We are on high alert, kill any intruders on sight" as the door slams shut."Take me to this address downtown, and be very careful, the town is under siege and everyone has become a target." The Mercedes slowly picks up speed and is quickly on its way. For good or ill ...  

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Jiles comes to my room and tells me the news of assault, “I guess it time to pull out the war gear, Jiles and I’m sorry about the mess it will make.” I walk to my secret closet and I open the lock. The seal of vegetation sweep over the halls, as I stand in front of my wardrobes, a gift from house Ab Flaidd. The robe dresser is alive with a multitude of plants weaving in and out to create such beauty. I strip to wearied robes as the great leader has called a war, but  I must transform to become one with the earth. I hope the Sabbat is ready to feel the wrath of the Great Tree which will protect my brethren and our battle. I walk to the war room to await our great Regent's order. Dirt is being track every where in the house as I enter the war room and wait.”

After noticing the trash and mud and dirt tracked through the house  I follow the trail of debris. I enter into the room and see Sebastion sitting there and take my seat. "what the heck is going on, and why do you look as you do?"

Jiles finds me studying and I move quickly to the war room seeing Flint and Sebastion already there.  I do not prepare, I have very little to prepare.  Combat is not the area I excel in.  I am present however and will have a place in whatever is coming.  That much I know.  

I see the dirt on the floors and realize that Sebastion is already preparing I nod to him and Flint before sitting and continuing through the tome I was studying.

 After about an hour the Regent returns in quite a mood. He walks in with a scour on his face,"Randolf has seemingly destroyed my allegiance with the willworkers in one fell swoop, his idiocy is staggering." He turns to those assembled,"We are at the highest alert, There is to be no one that leaves the Chantry without another of his clansmen or ghouls accompanying.I believe there are Sabbat informants in Sanfield, and they will target our clan. We have a strong chantry so I doubt they will attempt a frontal assault, they will try and destroy us individually. You are all capable in such a situation, but if it is a pack you will be hard pressed. Reginald and I shall be instructing on some rituals that would be useful. Make certain you cast these before you leave, it will do no good if you do not utilize it." He has a militaristic stance and dictum, he almost seems to enjoy this.

 "You are required to read my book concerning the war with the fiends, you never know when something might be useful. If the city has fallen, then we shall conduct a last stand upon these grounds. I have survived worse than these vagabonds can muster, We are Tremere and the righteous inheritors of the blood. We shall place our backs against the pyramid and it shall hold us and fortify our will. Stand Tall amongst our kind for we have become a force to be reckoned with, we were once a low clan, now elevated to the high, what shall the nights bring in our future. Your actions shall decide our mettle."

 "Long live Tremere, his house and his blood and may the will never leave our spirit. Alea iacta est (The Die is Cast) Fata viam invenient (The Fates will find a way)," he stands before his war machine and is proud, they will not fail him.