The Crimson Gutter

About the adventure

It’s been a while since my own Embrace, but I still remember those first nights. The horror of it, realizing I could no longer see my family in the light of the sun. Becoming conscious of the pulse under the delicate skin of their necks. I could have made so many mistakes, thrown away my inheritance on one bad choice fueled by the Hunger. But I didn’t. Why? I was Embraced to the Camarilla. My sire gave me this chance and guided me through the process step by step, teaching the Traditions and forcing me to step away from my mortal relations until I knew how to deal with them. I’ve worked hard for the Camarilla. The business concerns my family built over the decades are mine now, growing and developing thanks to the support of my Kindred. Tonight, I can say that whatever the Camarilla in this city does, it’s on my dime. I’m proud of that. What do you get when you’re Embraced into the Anarchs or by one of the autarkis? You enter the night in ignorance, driven by your fear and Hunger, killing because you know nothing else. Your mortal existence disappears as you destroy the mask that you were born with, for no other reason than an ignorant lack of self-control. We always think of this as a tragedy, the fledgling screaming their terror and loneliness. Yet, some of them enjoy it from the start. They imagine themselves as the kings and queens of the crimson gutter, dangerous predators lording over the dark city as they suck the meager lifeblood of hapless vagrants. That is no way to exist. Serve your betters. Look good while you’re doing it. Bide your time. You will be richly rewarded just as I was and will be. — CLEO DRUMMOND AN ASPIRING CAMARILLA MEMBER