Ashes (The Vampire Oracle)
His authority in the Latin Quarter is absolute, but only tyrannical when he feels that his will has been flouted. All and sundry are welcome in the Latin Quarter, and anything can be bought and sold here- so long as Alfonzo gets his cut. The Queen of Cities occupies a long peninsula between the Golden Horn- a huge creeks that serves as a harbour- and the Sea of Marmora.
She truly was the crossroads of the classical world, and the crusading movement has placed her on the paths of armies once again in the last century. The city itself spreads over a series of hills and features broad avenues and stunning architectural wonders. At the tip of the peninsula is the old city of Byzantium, now home to the greatest wonders of New Rome. The Mese is one of the great boulevards in all Christendom, with arches, squares and monuments to astound even the most seasoned travelers.
The Golden Horn itself features the many ports of the great city, and it is guarded by a great chain strung along the mouth. The port areas are largely the domain of the Venetians and other latin traders and delegates.
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Cainites of the Greek Districts The Trinity Families have not worked together as they were intended to for a long time. Childe of Arikel, e. Childe of Michael, e. Malkavian Childe of Demtius, e. Childe of Petronius, e. Childe of Paul Bathalos, e.
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Childe of Antonius[d], e. Childe of Septima Dominica [d], e.
Childe of Ducas, e. Childe of Antonius [d], e. Childe of Belisarius, e. Childe of Theodora [d], e. Childe of Anna Comnena, e. Childe of Nicepherus, e. Childe of Anastos of Monemvasia, e. Childe of Caius, e. Alexandrite Ravnos, Childe of Icarus the Fool, e.
Childe of the Dracon, e. Childe of Gesu, e. Childe of Symeon, e. Childe of the Keeper of the Faith, e.
John Studius 6th gen. John Studius 7th gen. Childe of Kyprios, e.
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Childe of David, e. Childe of Harabilus, e. Childe of Anastos, e. Childe of Vasilli the Penitent Dog, e. Childe of Malachite, e. Childe of Ectoris [d], e. Childe of Magnus, e. Childe of Nehsi, e. Sarrasine , the favoured son 7th gen. Childe of Sarrasine, e. Childe of Georgios, e. Spends about 3 months each year in the city. Childe of Tribonius [d], e. Childe of Theophilus, e.
Childe of Dorotheus, e. Childe of Procet, e. Childe of Natalya, e.
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Childe of Thomas Feroux, e. Childe of Hectorus [d], e. The tongue stuck in my jaw. It stuck in a barb wire snare. Ich, ich, ich, ich, I could hardly speak. I thought every German was you. And the language obscene. An engine, an engine Chuffing me off like a Jew. A Jew to Dachau, Auschwitz, Belsen. I began to talk like a Jew. I think I may well be a Jew. The snows of the Tyrol, the clear beer of Vienna Are not very pure or true. With my gipsy ancestress and my weird luck And my Taroc pack and my Taroc pack I may be a bit of a Jew.
I have always been scared of you , With your Luftwaffe, your gobbledygoo. And your neat mustache And your Aryan eye, bright blue. Panzer-man, panzer-man, O You—. Not God but a swastika So black no sky could squeak through.
here Every woman adores a Fascist, The boot in the face, the brute Brute heart of a brute like you. You stand at the blackboard, daddy, In the picture I have of you, A cleft in your chin instead of your foot But no less a devil for that, no not Any less the black man who. Bit my pretty red heart in two. I was ten when they buried you. At twenty I tried to die And get back, back, back to you. I thought even the bones would do. But they pulled me out of the sack, And they stuck me together with glue.
And then I knew what to do. I made a model of you, A man in black with a Meinkampf look. And a love of the rack and the screw. And I said I do, I do. So daddy, I'm finally through. The black telephone's off at the root, The voices just can't worm through.