Saturday, 1 November 1800 12:10 a.m.
North cliffs; Swiss Alps
The Assamite cut an impressive figure. She stood with her arms crossed, scimitar at her waist, looking down over the clearing and the house. All while silhouetted against the moon. A Toreador photographer would have sold his right hand for a chance at the shot.
Not that the subject of said shot really gave a damn. She just stood, motionless as a statue, looking down over her new home. It was no Alamut, that much was for sure.
Though it was not for her to question the elders, the Assamite- Sharma, as she was called- could not help but wonder at the objective of this mission. Naturally, she would complete her task here to her utmost ability, as a matter of honor. Her elders had sent her, and she lived to serve them, of course.
But really. 'For the defense of all Kindred'? Since when were the Assamites concerned with the safety of any clan but their own? Theoretically, though, an alliance with other clans would make the Assamites safer from outside threat.
Still, it was unheard of for the Assamites to stoop to an alliance with the kafir! You might as well be saying that the clan was incapable of defending itself. Sharma gritted her teeth. It was not for her to question. She did not know because she did not need to know. When she needed to know, she would. That was the Assamite way. It was almost traitorous for her to harbor these doubts. She would trust the wisdom of the elders. And she would fight forever for the glory of Haqim, following whatever path the Eldest lay before her. Just as she had always done.
A small bit of movement caught her attention and she looked to the right. A wolflike figure scrambling down the face of a nearby cliff.
Not a lupine, though it somewhat resembled one. Gangrel. Of course.
Seeing one of the other members of this group brought the reality of Sharma's situation back to her. She was going to have to co-exist and even work with an odd collection of kafir. And not kill them. She sighed heavily, turning to face the moon. She could wait here a little longer before going down....
North cliffs; Swiss Alps
The Assamite cut an impressive figure. She stood with her arms crossed, scimitar at her waist, looking down over the clearing and the house. All while silhouetted against the moon. A Toreador photographer would have sold his right hand for a chance at the shot.
Not that the subject of said shot really gave a damn. She just stood, motionless as a statue, looking down over her new home. It was no Alamut, that much was for sure.
Though it was not for her to question the elders, the Assamite- Sharma, as she was called- could not help but wonder at the objective of this mission. Naturally, she would complete her task here to her utmost ability, as a matter of honor. Her elders had sent her, and she lived to serve them, of course.
But really. 'For the defense of all Kindred'? Since when were the Assamites concerned with the safety of any clan but their own? Theoretically, though, an alliance with other clans would make the Assamites safer from outside threat.
Still, it was unheard of for the Assamites to stoop to an alliance with the kafir! You might as well be saying that the clan was incapable of defending itself. Sharma gritted her teeth. It was not for her to question. She did not know because she did not need to know. When she needed to know, she would. That was the Assamite way. It was almost traitorous for her to harbor these doubts. She would trust the wisdom of the elders. And she would fight forever for the glory of Haqim, following whatever path the Eldest lay before her. Just as she had always done.
A small bit of movement caught her attention and she looked to the right. A wolflike figure scrambling down the face of a nearby cliff.
Not a lupine, though it somewhat resembled one. Gangrel. Of course.
Seeing one of the other members of this group brought the reality of Sharma's situation back to her. She was going to have to co-exist and even work with an odd collection of kafir. And not kill them. She sighed heavily, turning to face the moon. She could wait here a little longer before going down....