FRIDAY, JUNE 18 Clan: Ventrue The once and present Prince of Chicago, Maxwell spent a great deal of time in torpor in the aftermath of the fire that scourged the city in 1871. Upon his reawakening, he set about regaining stewardship of his city. It took many years, but he resumed his rightful place as Prince. Since then, he has served as the strong head of a city full of diverse undead and things more dangerous still. He rules through a balance of power, keeping the five major covenants carefully in check under his aegis. Although a member of the Invictus himself, he has built close personal relationships with the Lancea Sanctum (especially in the person of Bishop Solomon Birch, who serves as one of his closest advisors). This alliance has allowed him to check the traditional power of the Carthians, so closely tied to the blue collar heart of the city. Maxwell’s metaphorical crown does not rest easy. Those Kindred who refuse to play the game of covenants (and the neonates who do so only half heartedly) threaten the balance of forces, and he pursues them with uncommon zeal. But the gravest threat to his rule is the probably the simple passing of years. He has already succumbed to torpor once, and he knows that slumber will call to him again, eventually. Others whisper that he exhibits the creeping madness of elders of his clan, pointing to the foolish Embrace of Persephone Moore as evidence that Maxwell is losing his grip on sanity (and power). Next Week: But I Don’t Wanna Die! – Next week we step back from the Danse Macabre a bit and take another look at mortals in the World of Darkness, both as protagonists and antagonists. |
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