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[Marcus Draven]

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*I was sitting in my office within the Castle. Looking over various parchments, when the Man in White returned from New Haven. He quickly bowed his head and set a bag upon the desk. Being slightly annoyed at the intrusion, I quickly gave him his payment and dismissed him. After he left, I pulled the curtains closed and opened the bag. Within were several bags along with a mystic rune.*

*Pulling out the first parchment, I quickly read it over.*

At last, those we have revealed themselves now have a name to which I may call them.

*Knowing some about them, thanks to the works of the Brotherhood, I set the parchment to the side and pick up the next.*

*As I read the second parchment, I am slightly surprised by the fine Elvin script. After reading I make a quick look at my schedule and make a note to travel to Britain to leave word to this Coven.*

*Picking up the third parchment, I read over and can not help but smile.*

A Coven not to unlike my own it would appear, yet they request is off putting.

*Taking note of the coordinates, I decide I may need to meet with this Coven soon. So terms may be discussed, yet I could not risk showing myself to a mere proxy. I shall soon figure the best course of action.

*I then pull the last letter from the bag. After reading, I found myself staring at the parchment a few moments. What she revealed, I did not think possible. Yet here in the letter she claimed it to be true. After noting the location revealed, I began to feel anticipation to meeting one such as her.

*Looking down at the letters, I could not help but feel a sense of accomplishment. The lands in which I hail from once attempted such a thing but revealed itself less than successful. One can only wonder how this shall play itself out. But it things go according to my design, our Coven shall soon begin its next phase. And unleash a plague upon Sosaria...*

[Marcus Draven]

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*Sitting in the dark underbelly of the world, Gabriel slips from the Gloom and approaches.* My Lord, invitations for the Gathering have been delivered as you commanded.

*My cold blue eyes turn their gaze towards him, to find his head lowered. I turn my back to him and to the coffin in front of me.* Very well Gabriel, see to the preparations.

*Without a word he rises and leaves. Alathea, whom was standing near the far wall, watched Gabriel. After he left, she turned to me.* My Lord, what do you think we shall find at this meeting? I wonder if there are any worthy of sitting upon the Shadow Council.

*Keeping my eyes on the coffin.* There is only one way to make certain, is there not? Soon enough we shall reveal ourselves to our Kin. And should we find them worthy, perhaps in time the Shadow Council shall rise again... however... if they are found unworthy, we shall be most busy plotting their demise...

*Her mouth opens slightly at my last comment, yet she knew to expect no less. Quickly regaining her composure she responds.* Of course Sire.

[Marcus Draven]

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*Sitting in my office, I look over the old book. Going over several of the passages again in my mind, thinking back to the days the Clans would gather.*

...It shall happen again... *I mutter softly.*

*The meeting went rather well. Several Covens were in attendence while only one was not, and later learned they did indeed with to meet with me. It was agreed, the Shadow Council will be formed with little hesitation.*

Soon, the Kindred will be one again... *I speak slowly as I close the book.*

*Tonight I meet with the Clan who refer to themselves as the Vampiric Order. The last of the Covens to agree to my purposal. I believe the terms shall be sent out immediatly so they can be agreed upon and begun this new era for our kind.*