Post by Casius on May 24, 2018 7:46:55 GMT -8
Whispers about creatures that hunted mankind in the night began circling in local government before the bombs even fell. through investigations and some very convenient anonymous tips, contact was made with a prominent group of supernatural hunters. Over several years, Washington's government brought on their taskforce full time and realized some success in securing a small measure of safety for its citizens they hadn't had previous.
...and then the sirens blared.
Once New Seattle was in use, disappearances didn't go nearly as unnoticed, and they continued. Once more, the taskforce was reformed. Hunters and government agents banded together to form New Seattle's police force to root out the cause of the disappearances. It only took days to begin finding traces of vampiric involvement. Sloppy work, performed by unchecked Neonates was evident to the newly named Sentinels and the very few remaining Cainite elders alike. The hunt was on.
After rooting out several small vampire groups and swiftly putting an end to them, the Sentinels believed they had all but resolved the issue. But retribution would come, and it would be terrible. Dozens upon dozens were slaughtered in the initial attack, the Sentinels were clearly outmatched. But this only brought more hunters to the forefront, and the wave of volunteers from the mortal community escalated dramatically. Nearly a year would pass, one bloody onslaught after another, during which time, the governor announced all they knew concerning their vampiric enemy as well as all those of supernatural origin they had learned from the Sentinels in their employ.
Shadows became far less safe, their weaknesses now public knowledge... the tides had turned. Only then is when the remaining elders who had sat quietly by without interference, presented themselves to the Governor offering a deal. The leaders of the attacks were captured with the elders' information that night, and executed. A call was put out to the Kindred community that the war was over and that they had lost before it had ever began.
No more were Kindred unknown, no more were they bound by blood nor Sect, no more would they work solely outside of mortal civilization. An uneasy peace was made, and Kindred society had taken a drastic turn almost overnight. The old ways were dead, and could no longer serve them. They needed to find a way to fit in, the elders chastising the youth for destroying not only Kindred lives, but what little of humanity remained - their only source of food.
2 centuries later, Kindred have managed to carve out new corners and traditions for themselves, but no one has forgotten the war. Prejudice remains. Kindred are not accepted members of society, but rather a sub-class and a dangerous one at that. The elders who rose up to put an end to the fighting seemed to have disappeared entirely. Possibly slain by the younger, more numerous Kindred... possibly just better at remaining unseen and unheard.
Either way, Kindred have made stakes in certain districts. So long as they keep the districts in working order, and harm no one else... they are supplied the vitae they require. One's lineage is all but irrelevant in Kindred society... so much so that most don't even claim a clan. Their worth measured instead, by the service they can provide to their district.
...and then the sirens blared.
Once New Seattle was in use, disappearances didn't go nearly as unnoticed, and they continued. Once more, the taskforce was reformed. Hunters and government agents banded together to form New Seattle's police force to root out the cause of the disappearances. It only took days to begin finding traces of vampiric involvement. Sloppy work, performed by unchecked Neonates was evident to the newly named Sentinels and the very few remaining Cainite elders alike. The hunt was on.
After rooting out several small vampire groups and swiftly putting an end to them, the Sentinels believed they had all but resolved the issue. But retribution would come, and it would be terrible. Dozens upon dozens were slaughtered in the initial attack, the Sentinels were clearly outmatched. But this only brought more hunters to the forefront, and the wave of volunteers from the mortal community escalated dramatically. Nearly a year would pass, one bloody onslaught after another, during which time, the governor announced all they knew concerning their vampiric enemy as well as all those of supernatural origin they had learned from the Sentinels in their employ.
Shadows became far less safe, their weaknesses now public knowledge... the tides had turned. Only then is when the remaining elders who had sat quietly by without interference, presented themselves to the Governor offering a deal. The leaders of the attacks were captured with the elders' information that night, and executed. A call was put out to the Kindred community that the war was over and that they had lost before it had ever began.
No more were Kindred unknown, no more were they bound by blood nor Sect, no more would they work solely outside of mortal civilization. An uneasy peace was made, and Kindred society had taken a drastic turn almost overnight. The old ways were dead, and could no longer serve them. They needed to find a way to fit in, the elders chastising the youth for destroying not only Kindred lives, but what little of humanity remained - their only source of food.
2 centuries later, Kindred have managed to carve out new corners and traditions for themselves, but no one has forgotten the war. Prejudice remains. Kindred are not accepted members of society, but rather a sub-class and a dangerous one at that. The elders who rose up to put an end to the fighting seemed to have disappeared entirely. Possibly slain by the younger, more numerous Kindred... possibly just better at remaining unseen and unheard.
Either way, Kindred have made stakes in certain districts. So long as they keep the districts in working order, and harm no one else... they are supplied the vitae they require. One's lineage is all but irrelevant in Kindred society... so much so that most don't even claim a clan. Their worth measured instead, by the service they can provide to their district.