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Anadja, the current DelRoh, earned it by being the sole vampire capable of approaching the Basalt Throne since the rediscovery of Enoch in the lands of the dead. Her lack of need for rest, and evident immunity to the negative effects of the Underworld upon other Kindred, are attributed to mystical properties granted by the Throne. In the Modern Nights, membership in the Eastern Hand denotes focus upon scholarly pursuits. Elioud: alias: Shadow Crusade Hand members tasked to investigate, track and exterminate Asakku.
Named for the grandchildren of the Nephilim in Abrahamic lore. Enoch: alias: The First City a city purportedly built by Caine, the progenitor of all vampires. Thought destroyed, its dark reflection was discovered in the Underworld and subsequently requisitioned as the capitol of the TalMaheRa. One unpopular theory posits that the citys current purpose is to act as a prison for the Aralu, placing them as far away from the mortal world as possible.
Their practices center on the teachings of the Weeping Master and his pupil Anosh. Ghemalish: the original tongue spoken in Enoch and etymological root of the Indo-Dravidian, Egyptian, Sumerian, and Mixe-Zoque languages. Ghemalish is named for the tower of Ghemal in Enoch, where inscriptions of the language were first discovered.
The Rubrics is the most complete collection of vampiric history in existence. Idran: proto- Tibetan: sower of dust the founding cult of the TalMaheRa. These Himalayan necromancers broke off from the Chakravanti predecessors of the Euthanatos, and include Itarajana magi, Nagarajavampires, and others who study the Path of the Bones. Itarajana: pre- Sanskrit: the others. Sanskrit: ordinary man mortal magi, specifically heirs of the Idran sorcerers.
Formed and led by dominions, kamuts are impermanent and vary in size. Dominions assemble partnerships of two to strike teams consisting of a dozen agents, based on mission parameters. After achieving their objectives, the kamut disbands.
Columns are kamuts whose missions require ongoing or indefinite investment. Kaymakli: Armenian: Monastery of the All-Savior. Old Form: Enegup an underground city carved into the mountains of Anatolia. For centuries, Kaymakli was a prison to the Cappadocians entombed within. Once freed, the Harbingers of Skulls offered the city between worlds, gateway to the Deadlands, as a gift to the TalMaheRa upon joining the Sect.
Marijava: A revenant family that has served the TalMaheRa as spies and assassins.
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Some believe that a cadet family of the Marijava also serve the Ravnos and Setites. Molochim: descendants of the Baali Methuselah Moloch called Adramelech by his flock , Molochim are among the most effective infernalist hunters in the Black Hand. Nergali: alias: infernalists Nergali are Baali offspring of the Methuselah Nergal and other vampires in allegiance with demonic entities.
When capitalized, the Qadi refers to the entire group as a whole. When capitalized, the Rawi refers to the entire group as a whole. Named for the highest division of Christian angels, they oversee entire continents, enemy Sects, and regions of particular interest to the True Black Hand.
Tabula Adversa: Latin: slate of the adverse an index of vampires marked for destruction by the TalMaheRa. Now, the TalMaheRa is a global organization of interconnected factions unified by common purpose: reverence for the Antediluvians, the ushering in of Gehenna, the elimination of Asakku and infernalists, and the stewardship of humankind and vampires alike. Tyndarids: an epithet for the founders of the True Brujah, named for the Greek twins Castor and Pollux.
Both are said to be hermaphrodites and sun worshipers who allow pinholes of light to etch scarification patterns upon their bodies as they rest during the day. Underworld: aliases: Shadowlands, Deadlands the spirit plane of the dead on the edge of nothingness, composed of ghostly echoes from the material world. The wuzara determine the Sects direction and monitor the development of its long-term goals. When capitalized, the Wazir refers to the entire group as a whole.
The Western Hand fosters members whose specialization revolves around worldly pursuits. Yamasattva: Sanskrit compound of death and purity an immortal magus whose soul is bound to their animated dead body through powerful magic. Three yamasattva from the Idran serve on the Wazir, devoted guardians of Enoch who predate the foundation of the Sect. Younger vampires sometimes refer to these sorcerers as liches.
I called excitedly, waving my hand in the air. He waved back, the crowds parting as he walked toward me. Blake, he said, his words almost warm. I am sorry I am late. I was picking up my friend at the airport so shed be here in time for her set.
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I hope Ophelia wont be too cross with me. Youve seen the dance before, and shell do it again, I said, playing with the stem of my wineglass. Ophelias set consisted mostly of her slowly undressing while submerged in a large aquarium full of water, flower petals swirling around her as she shed her clothes and danced like a mermaid might. It was very popular, especially among those who didnt know she didnt need to breathe.
I often played Hamlet to her Ophelia, dressed in black and dancing with her before she was submerged in the rather expensive set piece. Someone always stood close by with an axe, to give the illusion it could go wrong at any moment. It never did. I shrugged at Pim. Shed rather have you here and late than not at all. I peeked over his shoulder to see who he was speaking of, and the smile from my face dropped. Anahita, the woman from the museum. I still remembered her and our strange conversation.
How Pallas began speaking on Enoch and Nergal shortly thereafter and we published it under a fake name. Anahita walked over to us, wearing the long black robes the performers wore.
Blake, she said, her dark eyes falling on me. I didnt think you were the one Pim spoke of.
Surely there are more Blakes in the world than you. You know each other? Pim asked, pouring himself a glass. I met her years ago, at the museum, I said. I was staring but Anahita didnt seem to mind. I was so enamored by this one who had no idea who I was. I thought it was charming. We spoke of monsters under the bed, she laughed. So young, Pim said with a sigh, pouring our guest a glass as well. And yet Blake thinks she needs to leave the nest.
And why are you here? Pim asked, setting into the lush booth. I thought for sure youd be backstage, getting out of your costume.
Its not a need, Pim, I said. Its something to do. And a favor to a friend. Im watching my friend Pallas. Pallas played Hamlet today, I said with a smile. Weve been trading back and forth. Ive heard people say Malkavians dont have friends. They only have distractions.
Anahita shrugged her shoulders, the dark fabric slipping over her skin as she did. But Im sure your friend is different. And who will play Hamlet to our drowned starlet when you are both gone? Pim asked. So, you heard about our trip? I said. That was fast. Ophelia learned how to use a computer, finally, so Ive learned all kinds of things, Pim replied. You and Pallas. A trip on Malkavs whim. I thought you were smarter than that.
Its important to Pallas, and there are some people Ophelia wants me to meet on our trip, I said, picking up my glass. Blood, thick and room temperature, and what I need right now, sloshed around the inside of the glass as I swirled it carefully, sticking to the glass. I sucked in a mouthful and held it against my tongue and the insides of my cheeks. Be careful, young Blake.
There are monsters in the Old World the likes of which you never dreamed of in your yesteryears, Pim said. He turned in his chair and looked towards the door before looking back at me. And here comes one of them. Pallas is a good ally. I trust her. And we are looking into her latest Who knows, maybe well find the monster lurking within every Malkavians head. I love the young, Anahita said, taking the small, golden goblet in her fingers.
They bring a new way of looking at things.
The old would be wise to put their paranoia aside and have congress with those whose eyes can see the present with clarity and understand it, see the patterns. What the young really lack is self-control. They think they know what want is. A few years of hunger pangs and they seem to think they know the scope of need, of longing. They havent been through enough to know what true abstaining and measure is.
She took a sip of her blood and licked her lips, looking right at me. Find me a young Sabbat who knows restraint and Ill show you one chosen for greater things. Self-control isnt innate, its cultivated, I said, sitting back in the booth. Anahita drained her small goblet and tilted her head to the side, looking at me. Did you find out if your namesake or his wife was part of the Black Hand?
Pim gasped, an old habit. I looked her in the eye. I didnt, I said. I thought you were more persistent than that, Blake, Anahita said, pouring another glass for me. She leaned over when she did and I smelled her saffron and myrrh perfume again. If you told her no more often, I wouldnt have to, Pim said. He leaned over and kissed her on the cheek, a chaste gesture.
They were friends, as much as two of our kind could be, and my sires. Ophelia may have provided the necessary fangs in my story, but Pim had the more direct influence as a would-be sire should. I am sorry I missed your set. Youve seen it before and Ill do it again, Ophelia said. But we have a guest today, so we should be polite and watch her performance. Ophelia winked at me before turning in her chair.
True, Anahita said, standing up. I think its my turn soon.
Ill go backstage. If Ophelia comes out, please tell her I want to catch up with her after the show. Pallas came barreling across the floor and she plopped in next to me, wrapping her arms around my neck. I poured her a drink and she managed to unwrap herself from around me enough to take the cup we shared as the lights dimmed. The MC came up, a Nosferatu many thought was just a man in makeup.
He introduced the next performance: Lilith and her Children. Of course, I said. She nodded in farewell and headed towards the door that led backstage, past the other attendees who tried desperately not to watch her go. Pim shook his head at me What? You did a good job, Pallas, I murmured, watching the stage as Anahita floated onto it. I think youre a much better Hamlet than I am. Maybe you should do it from now on. I wish you wouldnt leave with Pallas, Pim said.
Its not safe. You know I cant do that, Pallas said, chugging her drink. I cant. Im not good every day. But when Im having a bad day, youre there, arent you? Till I get to the end of the bad days? Hes not here, not now, and neither is his wife. When you say Old World, you sound very old, I hope you know that, I said. I dont care how it sounds, Blake. Youre going out with a Malkavian on a wild goose chase. In the hopes that youll what?
Find out who is speaking to Pallas? He leaned in closer to me, as if someone could possibly be listening to our conversation. You know who they say it might be, and if you do find them, it will be your last night on this earth, if you are lucky. If anyone even lets you get that close to them. Pim, this they you are speaking of, theyre not even real. Even if they are not, there are those who believe they are, he whispered.
And if they think you are getting close to where they are, to uncovering something, they will try to stop you. We are a very paranoid people, Blake. You know this. Maybe you should cultivate a bit more fear. What are we talking about? Ophelia sat down next to Pim, placing her hand on his knee. Are you admonishing Blake? Youve only just got here and youre already telling her no. Always, I said, squeezing her hand. Her skinny hands felt like bird bones in my grip, though I knew her hold was strong.
The music began to play, louder, the lights starting to shine and spin as Anahita danced. Did she come with the other four dancers? I asked Pim. I didnt recognize them from the venue. Pim just shrugged and I watched Anahita dance in the center, the other four dancing around her. As the children danced, I felt Pallas hand wrap around mine. The longer it went, the tighter her grip became. The five dancers spun and danced. Fire sparked and flared at their feet and they didnt flinch. Pallas, youre hurting me, I whispered.
Pallas looked up, her eyes wide and red. Oh, Blake, Im sorry. I didnt mean to. I just She shrugged, as she often did, and settled in next to me, leaning her head against my shoulder. Its fine, Pallas. I know you didnt. I watched as one by one the dancers left the stage, gesturing farewell with their dance before they left. The last one held onto Anahitas hand, lingering longer than the rest until eventually they let go and danced off, leaving Anahita alone, the stage all to herself. The music slowed, mournful in tempo and tone as she keened on stage, her pantomimed grief filling the room.
The music seemed to drift towards a somber end, and Anahita stood in the middle of the stage. With a thump I could feel in my whole body, the music shouted up, the tempo fast and lively as Anahaita danced, filling the whole stage with her moves before she stood triumphantly in the middle, alone.
When she stomped her foot, fire rose. The music drove faster and faster, louder. Pallas put her hands over her ears. I watched, mesmerized, until the final crashing note which seemed to shake the whole venue. Anahita stood center stage, proud, triumphant, and alone. The crowd rose to its feet and applauded her, enthusiastically. I clapped from where I sat, not wanting to disturb Pallas.
Ophelia said something to Pim, but even I couldnt make it out over the thunderous applause. I watched as Anahita took her bows, curtsying once to the audience before she turned and left the stage.
Im going out with Pallas, I said, standing up. Ophelia nodded and waved us off, moving out of the way so we could go. I pulled Pallas up and nudged her towards the door. We pushed past the other patrons, bumping people as we went. You alright? I asked Pallas. Outside it was cold and wet, a mist falling from the purple, clouded sky. You seemed kind of Yeah, Im fine, Blake, Pallas said. Arms crossed over her chest, head down, feet shuffling back and forth.
The Black Hand: The Bloody Rise and Redemption of "Boxer" Enriquez, a Mexican Mob Killer
Not fine. It was just really crowded in there, I could hear a lot, and that dance with the Lilitu, I just dont really know what to make of it. I mean, why would she come here, to walk in front of us, I mean, its just us, Blake. Were not worthy Pallas, stop, I said. Slow down. Do you want me to get my notepad? I can write this down, in case you dont remember this later.
You told me about her, Pallas said. You told me, at the museum. And the sarcophagus. You told me. Right, I said. An old friend. An acquaintance, really, the older woman said, with a sly smile.
Dont you worry, pretty Pallas. She stepped closer to Pallas, past me, and I could feel something like warmth come off of her. It was inviting. Why hadnt I noticed it before? I hear you are going on a trip, little Pallas. Maybe I will run into you. Do you not live in New York? I asked, knowing the answer before she gave it.
I am, as Pim would say, of the Old World. Join now to view geocache location details. It's free!
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I just stepped outside from the bus and you smell the pines, the redwoods, the forest They fell victim to a spiritual nuclear weapon. Contacting Allies Scene Khunufseh - Egyptian mage who established a chantry in Paris and actively recruits other mages into the Black Hand. We provide apocryphal texts, alternate fictions, and a variety of philosophical approaches to the Dark Mother.
Always, I said, squeezing her hand.