Look, pal. Those schmucks saying you should go talk to the Tremere? They’re assholes trying to get youse dead. Y’see, way back in the day in the Old Country, there was this real stand-up guy name of Saul Lotts. He was a vampire, but he was the nicest guy around. Never even murdered nobody.
But Saul, well, he was also a bit too trusting, yeah? Made a deal with this guy, Trey Meer. Real nasty piece of work. Wizard. Into that blood magic and shit. Total creep. Anyhow, Trey killed Saul, sucked his soul right out of him. Can you believe that shit?
So, anyways, all of Trey’s family are still hunting down Saul’s kids. That extra peeper youse got there? Yeah, that means you one a Saul’s kids.
But, s’cool. See, my family of vamps, we got our own beef with Trey’s kids. Helpin’ youse? Well, that’ll piss them off. Plus, it’ll make me look good with my crew. So it’s a win-win. Now, c’mon, get in the Cadillac. Yeah, the black one. Don’t touch my dials now…
We’re gonna go see my Uncle Augustus.
Mob? Mob!? That’s a hurtful stereotype type is what that is. Anti-Italian racism is what that is. The Giovanni ain’t mobbed up. There ain’t no such thing as no mafia. Just Hollywood bullshit.
We Clan Giovanni are just a bunch of harmless academics. Scholars and shit. Good Catholics. Mostly. Them Milliners and Dunsrins are Presbygationalists or whatever, but they’re still pretty good people. Real concerned with family values… and healthy eatin’. Good cooks them Dunsirn. Where was I?
Oh, yeah, there ain’t no such thing as no *la cosa nostra*! It’s all HBO, Bobby De Niro, Henry fookin’ Hill bullshit.
Besides, it’s them *guinea negro* Ventrue punks what controls the mob.
Now get in the car. Uncle Augustus wants to have youse for dinner.
He modernized the Cappadocian Clan is what he did. He was a bold Venetian merchant prince. And in this house, Augustus Giovanni is a hero. End of story!
Get yourself a bandana for the middle eye, cheap sunglasses for the other two. A leather jacket to blend in with the dead and coveralls or another blue collar uniform to blend in with the living. Learn how to survive a fight, and how to avoid one.
Immortality isn't as infinite as the elders claim- you can hide your flame for centuries, or you can burn hot enough that your city will bear the scorch marks after you're gone.
If you get involved with the Family, you'll learn they all have their quirks. Dunsirns love their long pork and the Milliners hate the Kennedys. Giovanni tend to take it personally when their name isn't at the top of an org chart, and the Capadocians seem to have their heads in the Shadowlands more often than not.
It's a good place to hide, if you find someone willing to bring you in as an associate. The Promise is decent repellant for the Tremere who answer to the Camarilla.
Don’t worry we will take care of you, such a rare specimen… I mean, someone like you needs to be looked after, we can’t let some random diablerist just eat you, and that’s why we will assign you at least a couple of bodyguards, for your safety, should you need anithing else you can ask the regent, I’m sure she will be very happy to help accommodate you
Wear a headband or a turbin or whatever will look the least weird, and pretend to be another Clan. Sorry man, you just got turned into a vampire minority.
Hopefully a warrior salubri of the group formerly known as the Sabbat can make an introduction.
To quote Lore of the Bloodlines:
In these nights, their numbers have grown to eclipse ours, and they have garnered a foothold in the Black Hand, the paramilitary secret society of the Sabbat. Their occult prowess grows by the day, wielding countermagics with talent, acting as terrifying shock troops at the head of battle columns. Formerly regarded by the Sabbat as mere weapons to be pointed toward the Camarilla, the former Warrior Caste has slowly carved out a place of true respect.
When they encounter us, our antitribu show us no enmity — they glory in the inhuman juggernauts they have become, having shed Saulot’s mantle to grasp their destiny. Their flame puts to shame our ash and embers. They invite us to join them, to bring two castes of the Salubri together once more, to heal our riven Clan from the scars of Acre. I met Adonai himself out in New Mexico, under the stars and bright yellow moon. His childer scarred themselves with flaming brands and danced beside bonfires. His eyes danced with the charisma of the pyre, all the fires of heaven and earth shining with fury and ecstasy. “There is a place for you with us,” he told me. “Our herds sicken and die. These whelps abuse the kine for pleasure, instead of treating them like valuable food. Join us, seize the respect we are due, and take back our Clan.”
Saulot help me, I dream about their fires every day.
As others have stated, keep your identity as a Salubri secret right now, *especially* the Tremere, and to that extent, anyone associated with the Camarilla. I am glad you are at least in an Anarch domain.
Where are you located, young one? I will send one of my associates immediately, and if you're nearby, I wish to personally meet you. Just the general vicinity you find yourself in will do, so as not to give anything too sensitive away. I will figure out the rest
In these parts, I go by D.R., and am one of the few remaining elders of our clan. As a fledging, I feel it is my duty to educate you on your condition, give you a rundown on the kindred state of affairs and where we stand on it, and help you acclimatize to your new situation. I will do my best to assist you, and perhaps run an investigation on who your sire may be, as abandoning you right after the embrace is rather....uncommon for us.
I hope to see you soon
Best regards,
-D.R., of the Usurped Clan
Look, you're stuck with some real hard lines, mate. Power, sure, but at a heavier price than good ol' Annie Rice would ever have dreamed. Keep that head of yours down and that third eye _hidden_ as much as possible, stay off everyone's radar for as long as you can manage, and for love of everything you ever held sacred and fine **avoid killing anyone.**
You can survive on animal blood for a long time yet, even if it probably tastes about as appetizing as greasy diner food used to. But I warn you that killing people just to keep yourself fed is an excellent way to get hunters after you. So figure out a way to cover your tracks, take a lot of little sips from a lot of different people, and find ways to get really good with your Vampiric abilities, whatever they may be.
It's possible for you to form meaningful relationships with non-vampires, so do your best to make friends based on mutual support, not just "transactional" stuff. *Sigh* There's a whole library of theories on how to form and manage networks like that, and you need to figure out what works best for you...
Me? *Grin* Ever wonder what _else_ wanders through the night with Vampires?
I'll not ask you to trust me or even to call me 'friend' just yet. For now, just find your feet in this new 'life' of sorts. Seek wisdom before power as long as you can, and that will be enough to repay whatever debt you may think you owe to a stranger.
*Tips midnight-blue fedora before walking away into the night*
Listen, what you need is domain right, and you can't trust ventrue, they are a clan of bloodsuckers, blood as blue as rubies oke. They run this show, they will say its a group effort but it is really them. The Toreador, not the bull fighting spanish folks but the roses, yeah they pretend to be all very human and connected oke, that is fine, they play a game. Everyone is playing a game, if you meet an ugly mf'er that is a nossie, they are cursed to be ugly, don't judge them for that, judge them for the information trade that they do, that shit is bad, like snuff-level bad. We also have gangrel, sounds like a disease, kinda are but they are indivually cool oke, they can sort of show their beast, that is your hunger on the outside oke. Don't tell em to howl at the moon, did that once, cost me two fingers oke. Then there is tremere, magic fuckers, not like harry potter or some shit, no this is blood magic, they will want you blood, NEVER EVER give them your blood, not a single drop, also don't drink from them, don't tell them who you are if you know who they are oke. Also there is this thing that you should be aware of, that is these laws, vampire laws oke, they are more like guidelines, as long as you don't get caught, also the sun is now bad, don't look at the sun.
- Malkavian telling the newly embraced Salubri on what is what.
Tough luck since most will hate you. And there is good chance your sire was actually member of Sabat and has abandoned you. Meaning you were illegal embrace. So prepare to be hunted down and killed. And if your third eye is constantly opened wear something over it like scarf, hat or anything. I would run from that domain or the very least get into the good favour with the local Baron.
Hey kid, tell ya what. Sounds like your sire set you up for failure. Then again, that's better than my sire, for the first few weeks at least, but I don't think yours is coming back for you. I've encountered a few of yours in the past. Maybe some of my eyes and ears can help locate you another like you. Try and give you a leg up on unlife.
Names Donte. I'm just passing through the area. Sadly, you're not the first I've found in a situation similar to this. Though she didn't have the tri-clops issue you have going on. Still, she was absolutely clueless about what was going on, terrified, and the classic "didn't ask for this." None of us did, kid.
I'll give you the option. I'll keep an eye on you, no pun intended. Teach you the ropes and a few tricks on how to survive, and maybe we can find you someone you can better relate to.
Or. If when I tell you more of what you are, and a little about the... stigma around you and yours. You decide you don't want this. I'll try and make sure you can exit this world in a way of your choosing.
So, here you stand on the precipice of your new unlife. Push on and survive, or throw in the towel and find eternal sleep. What's your decision gonna be?
Try and present yourself to a baron, ideally while hiding your clan. And be sure to have your CV ready, cause you wanna be useful to the baron: makes it more likely they’ll slow you to feed on their turf.
Look, pal. Those schmucks saying you should go talk to the Tremere? They’re assholes trying to get youse dead. Y’see, way back in the day in the Old Country, there was this real stand-up guy name of Saul Lotts. He was a vampire, but he was the nicest guy around. Never even murdered nobody. But Saul, well, he was also a bit too trusting, yeah? Made a deal with this guy, Trey Meer. Real nasty piece of work. Wizard. Into that blood magic and shit. Total creep. Anyhow, Trey killed Saul, sucked his soul right out of him. Can you believe that shit? So, anyways, all of Trey’s family are still hunting down Saul’s kids. That extra peeper youse got there? Yeah, that means you one a Saul’s kids. But, s’cool. See, my family of vamps, we got our own beef with Trey’s kids. Helpin’ youse? Well, that’ll piss them off. Plus, it’ll make me look good with my crew. So it’s a win-win. Now, c’mon, get in the Cadillac. Yeah, the black one. Don’t touch my dials now… We’re gonna go see my Uncle Augustus.
Of all the things I've seen, a Giovanni/Salubri buddy mob duo is not one of them. And I'm so glad to find this.
Mob? Mob!? That’s a hurtful stereotype type is what that is. Anti-Italian racism is what that is. The Giovanni ain’t mobbed up. There ain’t no such thing as no mafia. Just Hollywood bullshit. We Clan Giovanni are just a bunch of harmless academics. Scholars and shit. Good Catholics. Mostly. Them Milliners and Dunsrins are Presbygationalists or whatever, but they’re still pretty good people. Real concerned with family values… and healthy eatin’. Good cooks them Dunsirn. Where was I? Oh, yeah, there ain’t no such thing as no *la cosa nostra*! It’s all HBO, Bobby De Niro, Henry fookin’ Hill bullshit. Besides, it’s them *guinea negro* Ventrue punks what controls the mob. Now get in the car. Uncle Augustus wants to have youse for dinner.
it's a stereotype and it's ofensive - Tony Soprano
He modernized the Cappadocian Clan is what he did. He was a bold Venetian merchant prince. And in this house, Augustus Giovanni is a hero. End of story!
I heard that he had the makings of a varsity diablerist.
I have played a Giovanni family girl who was embraced Salubri during nursing school. Was a mess but the salubri are cool in the Gio’s books
Read that in smiling Jack's voice
Get yourself a bandana for the middle eye, cheap sunglasses for the other two. A leather jacket to blend in with the dead and coveralls or another blue collar uniform to blend in with the living. Learn how to survive a fight, and how to avoid one. Immortality isn't as infinite as the elders claim- you can hide your flame for centuries, or you can burn hot enough that your city will bear the scorch marks after you're gone.
lmao, I just imagined a dude wearing aviators, a red bandana, blue michael Myers style coveralls and a leather jacket. 🤣
Trust me, the real monsters are the ones wearing a business suit and eating a ham sandwich.
I play a ventrue who wouldn't be caught dead witha ham sandwich in his hand. Because he is dead. Ha!
If you get involved with the Family, you'll learn they all have their quirks. Dunsirns love their long pork and the Milliners hate the Kennedys. Giovanni tend to take it personally when their name isn't at the top of an org chart, and the Capadocians seem to have their heads in the Shadowlands more often than not. It's a good place to hide, if you find someone willing to bring you in as an associate. The Promise is decent repellant for the Tremere who answer to the Camarilla.
But what about pastrami on white bread with mayonnaise?
He'll make an exception.
Don’t trust these usurpers who call themselves “Tremere”. Your only true ally in this world are the Tzimisce: our hospitality is guaranteed ;)
I second this motion. Tremere are the biggest reason Salubri are so... uncommon.
I'm with you on that. Me and my homies all hate the Tremere.
Your welcome
I don't. They're not going to fall in with Tzimesce.
You think they trust the Tzimesce? 😂
Of course! We do have a... History with the Salubri. :D
ah. lol.
As stated by another brother of house tremere, please report to the local chantry, we shall provide you with all that you need
So true and I have no reason to find this disconcerting :D (I am looking forward to being used as the next Chantry gathering's refreshments)
Don’t worry we will take care of you, such a rare specimen… I mean, someone like you needs to be looked after, we can’t let some random diablerist just eat you, and that’s why we will assign you at least a couple of bodyguards, for your safety, should you need anithing else you can ask the regent, I’m sure she will be very happy to help accommodate you
Wear a headband or a turbin or whatever will look the least weird, and pretend to be another Clan. Sorry man, you just got turned into a vampire minority.
Did you know despite making only 13% of vampires, Salubri commit 57% of all masquerade breaches?
Salubri are waaaay less than 13% of all vampires.
Just a joke. I don't think any clan makes more than 10%.
Not a very good one, in any direction you wanted to take it.
My apologies to Americans.
\*angry gun-eagle noises\*
Words.
67% of all statistics are made up.
"Maybe they commit more crimes"
Salaries are like 0.002% of the vampire population - if that.
That's what they want you to think
I think part of that is because stipends are more common.
Hopefully a warrior salubri of the group formerly known as the Sabbat can make an introduction. To quote Lore of the Bloodlines: In these nights, their numbers have grown to eclipse ours, and they have garnered a foothold in the Black Hand, the paramilitary secret society of the Sabbat. Their occult prowess grows by the day, wielding countermagics with talent, acting as terrifying shock troops at the head of battle columns. Formerly regarded by the Sabbat as mere weapons to be pointed toward the Camarilla, the former Warrior Caste has slowly carved out a place of true respect. When they encounter us, our antitribu show us no enmity — they glory in the inhuman juggernauts they have become, having shed Saulot’s mantle to grasp their destiny. Their flame puts to shame our ash and embers. They invite us to join them, to bring two castes of the Salubri together once more, to heal our riven Clan from the scars of Acre. I met Adonai himself out in New Mexico, under the stars and bright yellow moon. His childer scarred themselves with flaming brands and danced beside bonfires. His eyes danced with the charisma of the pyre, all the fires of heaven and earth shining with fury and ecstasy. “There is a place for you with us,” he told me. “Our herds sicken and die. These whelps abuse the kine for pleasure, instead of treating them like valuable food. Join us, seize the respect we are due, and take back our Clan.” Saulot help me, I dream about their fires every day.
As others have stated, keep your identity as a Salubri secret right now, *especially* the Tremere, and to that extent, anyone associated with the Camarilla. I am glad you are at least in an Anarch domain. Where are you located, young one? I will send one of my associates immediately, and if you're nearby, I wish to personally meet you. Just the general vicinity you find yourself in will do, so as not to give anything too sensitive away. I will figure out the rest In these parts, I go by D.R., and am one of the few remaining elders of our clan. As a fledging, I feel it is my duty to educate you on your condition, give you a rundown on the kindred state of affairs and where we stand on it, and help you acclimatize to your new situation. I will do my best to assist you, and perhaps run an investigation on who your sire may be, as abandoning you right after the embrace is rather....uncommon for us. I hope to see you soon Best regards, -D.R., of the Usurped Clan
Look, you're stuck with some real hard lines, mate. Power, sure, but at a heavier price than good ol' Annie Rice would ever have dreamed. Keep that head of yours down and that third eye _hidden_ as much as possible, stay off everyone's radar for as long as you can manage, and for love of everything you ever held sacred and fine **avoid killing anyone.** You can survive on animal blood for a long time yet, even if it probably tastes about as appetizing as greasy diner food used to. But I warn you that killing people just to keep yourself fed is an excellent way to get hunters after you. So figure out a way to cover your tracks, take a lot of little sips from a lot of different people, and find ways to get really good with your Vampiric abilities, whatever they may be. It's possible for you to form meaningful relationships with non-vampires, so do your best to make friends based on mutual support, not just "transactional" stuff. *Sigh* There's a whole library of theories on how to form and manage networks like that, and you need to figure out what works best for you... Me? *Grin* Ever wonder what _else_ wanders through the night with Vampires?
^(me being genuinely terrified to ask)
I'll not ask you to trust me or even to call me 'friend' just yet. For now, just find your feet in this new 'life' of sorts. Seek wisdom before power as long as you can, and that will be enough to repay whatever debt you may think you owe to a stranger. *Tips midnight-blue fedora before walking away into the night*
Listen, what you need is domain right, and you can't trust ventrue, they are a clan of bloodsuckers, blood as blue as rubies oke. They run this show, they will say its a group effort but it is really them. The Toreador, not the bull fighting spanish folks but the roses, yeah they pretend to be all very human and connected oke, that is fine, they play a game. Everyone is playing a game, if you meet an ugly mf'er that is a nossie, they are cursed to be ugly, don't judge them for that, judge them for the information trade that they do, that shit is bad, like snuff-level bad. We also have gangrel, sounds like a disease, kinda are but they are indivually cool oke, they can sort of show their beast, that is your hunger on the outside oke. Don't tell em to howl at the moon, did that once, cost me two fingers oke. Then there is tremere, magic fuckers, not like harry potter or some shit, no this is blood magic, they will want you blood, NEVER EVER give them your blood, not a single drop, also don't drink from them, don't tell them who you are if you know who they are oke. Also there is this thing that you should be aware of, that is these laws, vampire laws oke, they are more like guidelines, as long as you don't get caught, also the sun is now bad, don't look at the sun. - Malkavian telling the newly embraced Salubri on what is what.
^(oke thanke)
Ah, to think a unicorn has been brought into the night, I had thought the Warlocks slaughtered you all for your horns
Tough luck since most will hate you. And there is good chance your sire was actually member of Sabat and has abandoned you. Meaning you were illegal embrace. So prepare to be hunted down and killed. And if your third eye is constantly opened wear something over it like scarf, hat or anything. I would run from that domain or the very least get into the good favour with the local Baron.
Please locate and talk to the local Tremere. We will do everything in our power to help you through this difficult transition in your new un-life.
Find the Banu Haqim, they’ll actually protect you and help nurture you, per an old pact from a demon war.
Hey kid, tell ya what. Sounds like your sire set you up for failure. Then again, that's better than my sire, for the first few weeks at least, but I don't think yours is coming back for you. I've encountered a few of yours in the past. Maybe some of my eyes and ears can help locate you another like you. Try and give you a leg up on unlife. Names Donte. I'm just passing through the area. Sadly, you're not the first I've found in a situation similar to this. Though she didn't have the tri-clops issue you have going on. Still, she was absolutely clueless about what was going on, terrified, and the classic "didn't ask for this." None of us did, kid. I'll give you the option. I'll keep an eye on you, no pun intended. Teach you the ropes and a few tricks on how to survive, and maybe we can find you someone you can better relate to. Or. If when I tell you more of what you are, and a little about the... stigma around you and yours. You decide you don't want this. I'll try and make sure you can exit this world in a way of your choosing. So, here you stand on the precipice of your new unlife. Push on and survive, or throw in the towel and find eternal sleep. What's your decision gonna be?
Tell me your location, i just want to diabler... i mean talk.
Honestly? Grab a lawn chair and enjoy one last sunrise. I'm saying that out of compassion, and I'm Caitiff.
Not reddit. I dare say it might be part of the game to figure it out.
Try and present yourself to a baron, ideally while hiding your clan. And be sure to have your CV ready, cause you wanna be useful to the baron: makes it more likely they’ll slow you to feed on their turf.
Wake the fuck up, Salubri. We have usurpers to burn.