Avatar by my fiancee. If you want to see more of his arts he has a deviant art account by the name of "Lianthdudrago"Name
: Prince Hugo Humbert Yesachael de Mont y Siont, Prince of
: close friends and his pack (these groups are exactly the same) call him Yesa, a nickname which still sticks from way back in his living . In Europe he is mostly known under his aliases Daniel Demont or Jesaja (Isaiah) Hohenstein. But he tends to change names ever so often.Age
: 504Aesthetic Age
: Born August 1505 and died July 123 he was nearly 18 years of age by his death. Depending on his behaviour and clothing style he appears to be somewhere between 15 and 20Sexual Preference
: straight, straighter, Yesa - the mere thought of love between two men simply disgusts himSpecies
: Magister (Lasombra)Sect:
Sword of Caine, Paladin of the Cardinal of Southfrance, Spain and PortugalDerangement(s)
: Paranoia, mild claustrophobia, hyperactivity, night terrors (or day terrors in his case), severe phobia of dogs (but not of garou as long one doesn't point out that it is canis lupus garou he simply forgets to acknowlegde that wolves are a subspecies of the canis, the dogs)Power
: Obtenebration ******, Potence ***, Dominate **, Dark Steel (Obtenebration 3 & Potence 3)Misc
- Path of Enlightment: Path of Masks (being the sole follower as he invented the path... )
(10) letting anyone see your true self
9 revealing your true personality to your pack
8failing to take part on the rituals of the Sword whenever possible (when not blowing your cover)
7 failing the fire dance, i.e. letting yourself be overcome by your fears
6 revealing your true personality to those not close to you
5 refusing to learn
4 revealing your true personality to strangers
3 failing to ride the waves of frenzy - and failing to enjoy it big time
2 killing without reason
1 refusing to alter your personality when it is to your own good
- although being a member of the Sword of Caine he has a moderate view of humans. Of course they are mere cattle, but they possess something the Cainites have not - the spark of inspiration and although they are cattle one has to be cautious. More than one farmer who hadn't been cautious ended on the horns of their bulls and to be honest. What good does it bring to kill your cattle just for fun?
-Being from the old world where spade heads hadn't become an usual view (except for the tzimisce) until WWII, he has moderate views on other things as well. Why flogging a dead horse and fight humans (oh please fighting cattle does this really make you proud?) or the Camarilla when the real enemies are the antedeluvians who must be destroyed. So it doesn't come as a surprise that he looks upon the ways of the modern Sabbat with a great deal of disgust. "Die Klinge ist eingerostet" Which may be translated as the sword got rusty is one of his sayings.
- Music. Music was even in his living days the essence which could mend his soul and mind and which could comfort the soul. This hasn't changed in his 500 years of "living". With the opportunities of the modern days he always has some portable music with him and tends to listen to it - LOUD, whereas the genres of music is varying. From classical to renaissance tunes to modern power metal he takes the music which best fits his mood at a time.
- the boy limps. His kneecap was shattered by an hunting accident shortly before he was taken under the shadow - actually he was dying of gangrene (thats what my dictionary says for an archaic word for bloodpoisoning) and it didn't heal during the embrace.
- Yesa has a great talent when it comes to languages. By now he speaks 14 languages fluently. Some of them are extinct languages such as latin or Rotwelsch but most of them are still in use. On a native-speaker level he speaks Okzitan and French (which is quite normal as these ARE his mothertongues), German, English, Spanish and Italian.Appearance
On the first view:
Standing at nearly 6'' even though not full-grown when death found him, Yesa is very tall for the era he lived, even given that he was born and raised in the ranks of high nobility. Still his figure is lanky and haggard, he doesn't weigh more then 110 pounds. This is due to several things. First of all naturally the severe illness he was dying from when taken under the shadow and secondly because of a genetic disposition - hypofunction of the thyroid. His face had not lost all of its childishness and so he normally seems to be nearer to 15 or 16 than being just a month short of his eighteenth birthday. On the one hand this is a great advantage, as people tend to underestimate him, on the other hand in modern times like this he always has to carry his ID - a fake one of course, who would believe he was born in 1505 - with him, to prove he is actually 18 years of age and hereby an adult.
Face in particular:
Even though he has the typical pallor of the Cainites, the skin of Yesa has a dark tone, typical for the south of France. His eyes are still childlike big - some say they look as if an Tzimisce made them - and of such a dark brown, so that the intersection between iris and pupil is not clearly visible.
His hair is of a color one can't easily describe somewhere between brown and blonde and falls tied at the back down to his waist.
The whole body of the boy is covered in scars, some of them of his abusive childhood, others of ritualistic nature. His right earlap went missing when he was still a child in Tolosa but this flaw is always hidden under his hair and seldomly he is inattentive enough to let this or his scars show.Fashion Sense/style
: This can't be answered lightly. Yesa is a person who seems to change his personality like a chamelon its color. And as each alter ego has its own personality so it has its own style.
So it really depends on what he is impersonating at the moment what he is wearing. But mostly it goes down to a black bandshirt and black jeans or something like that, as he tends to pretend being just another youngster who is member of the metal- or gothscene.
Being on a journey as a Paladin he still can be found in this things, but also in made-to-measure suits and tie, the ties often representing the colors of his homeland - red and golden - and on that occasion he more often than not wears an amulet in shape of the coat of arms of his family, which its emblem embedded.
Being casual, while tending to his studies or the rare recreation times he allows himself, he often can be found in the simple clothing of the peasents of the medieval and renaissance ages. Simple suedetrousers and jerkin of natural color. Personality
His outer personality:
One should come to the conclusion, that this boy simply has no personality of his own, as quick as he changes from one mask to the other. His personality changes as quickly and as often as a chameleon changes its color. Just depending on what kind of person he is impersonating at the moment, very much alike as his style of clothing changes ever so often. So he can appear to be everyone he wants, from a freshly embraced, foulmouthed flegdeling to the diligent student who spends nights over nights in his library - to the extend that some people started to ask if he really was a Magister and not a Kyasid.
It really depends on the person he talks to and his mood which character traits he seems to have, although one thing always stays the same. However he is able to cope with the red fear there is ever so often a cigarette burning between his lips.
his inner personality
Nobody would assume, that the real personality of Yesa was as withdrawn and introverted as it is. Given the option he still would abandon other beings just like he did in his living days. But this option doesn't really exist, as his thirst for knowledge - wicked pundits rather call it curiosity - is truely quenchless.
This inquisitiveness doesn't restrict itself on a certain topic, although his major studies and researches apply to the History of the Cainites, the Cainites (and other beings) as a whole, the Abyss and the occult - he still has a broad knowlegde in medicine, chemistry, the fine arts - after all he is Lasombra and as such bound to take interest in culture, linguistics and the human history. He even goes to the extend that if he is in an humorous mood, that he calls himself a Cainite anthropologist studying the ways of the other races, as the children of Seth and the children of Abel. One can say that he is a true child of the Renaissance, believing there is no knowlegde he can not make use of on some day and always determined to learn more - as long as he has not to overcome his prejudices by learning this is.
In spite of his juvenile appearence he engages himself quite a lot in a sarcastic and cynic way making more than one flinch by his snipe remarks.
Normally more than unbecoming for his clan, he is a nature-boy, enjoying nature as much if not even more than most gangrel. He can be found ever so often in a treetop and spends almost all of his time outside be it on the streets or in the nature.
Another trait of his personality is his disdainfullness for beings, who aren't willing to learn. That is apart from a big problem with autorities - he only accepts someone as a autority who has proven himself worthy of this and therefore is completely happy with the timocratic structures of the sword of Caine - the main reason why he just can't stand the Camarilla. Leave alone that they don't consider the big threat the antedeluvians are they are just unwilling to learn new things and are completely stuck in their old ways with the Elders having all the power and sticking to it as if their unlife would depent of the power. But you can learn so much from the youngsters and without learning you simply stagnate and stagnation is the first step to demise - at least that is what he thinks. And he is blissfully ignorant to the fact that he is beginning to stagnate as well, which is of course totally normal for a Cainite of his age.
He is a devout student of the abyss, which has fascinated him all his life. Being raised in a family of Magister - although he was ignorant to the fact that there are vampires until his death he DID notice that there was something wrong with his family even apart from the fact that his father was abusive. He has devoted his life to the study of the Abyss and the occult which has brought him so much knowlegde in this areas by now that even a Kyasid with the power riddle phantastic has a hard time trying to get rid of him or even just have a little time for himself. He just answers the questions in some minutes and is blissfully ignorant that he hadn't been able to do anything else. He tends to use the Abyss a lot, having acknowlegde that this dark side of his soul simply belongs to him, and is not afraid of getting lost in the Abyss - which does happen now and then - so he would come down with a new mental derangment and so what? That was a price he was willing to pay for the powers he gained from the use.
His great and only love is music. Though he had come to puberty in a quite early age for his time and his voice had changed to his dark baritone at the age of 14 already, grown more than normal teenagers do and all when it came to the sexual component of puberty he was clearly a late bloomer. He did have his first sexual arousals now and then but death took him before he ever really fell in love. So there was only music and knowlegde to love and those two things he loved dearly. Although he doesn't do it as often as he used to when he was still alive or not so long under the shadow it does still happen that you can hear his dark and dulcet voice floating through the shadow of night.
Another important thing to mention is his strong and unbreakable will. Another big advantage when it comes to scout a town. His willpower is clearly higher than most of the others, coming a lot of his childhood. Without his strong will he wouldn't have come out of his childhood alive and he knows that. Out of this trauma comes his other big advantage - that is at least how he calls it. He is burning inside with a rage as cold as ice, and this rage is the drive for his willpower and stubbornness. He is still alive, although everybody seems to try to get him down and he will still be alive one day when everyone else has died. That is what he always swears to himself. He will come out alive and kicking, nobody ever again shall be able to break him, before he will let that happen, he will kill everything around him.
This cold wrath is a reason why he has no great problem with riding his frenzy, he always keeps his cold and analytic mind even when frenzying, that is why those seldom moments when he frenzies are feared by those who knows him.History
: still to be translated
"Everything has been Jerome's idea Cardinale" the ductus of the pack, which was assembled caught and bound befor Monsignor de Mont y Siont shrieked, pointing at a boy, who appeared to be in his teens. For the Sabbat he was even more of a youngster, not yet a true Sabbat. At least that's what they thought.
The Magister, reigning over Portugal, Spain and of course his homeland, the South of France mused and set his eyes gravely on the boy with the shoulderlength hair and the moody expression. "Well, let me put it in a nutshell"
his bass boomed through the hall in Toulouse. "You want me to believe you were all seduced to the infernalists by this boy?"
The packmates turned their backs to Jerome and nodded enthusiastically. Again Fricor mused and then a grin broke out of his before grim face. That was how one was used to the Cardinale. Always goodnatured and jovial. Relief came to the priest of the pack, a Baali posing as Brujah and the real seducer. Fricor began to speak again. "Well, if it is like that. what do you have to say Jerome?"
Nothing, nada, zilch. Nobody was able to tell why the Lasombras grin widened, but he stood up and went to the boy, loosening his restraints and asked "Are you listening to music again Yesa?"
The eyes of the boy turned ever so slowly to meet his gaze, then just a slight nod and the Cardinal turned again. This was all evidence he needed. It had been a good idea to send his best - ehm well - boy to spy on the potential infernalist pack."Oh, I guess you five will meet the sun tomorrow..."
Still there was this joviality in his tone, as if he had promised them a reward. "But first I want you to get to know the person who you own your final death to: my son Yesachael"
. The face of the boy grew even moddier than before while he was trying to get rid of the restraints. "Don't you think boring someone to death would be to cruel, even for a Baali?"
'Jerome' raised his voice, a dark baritone cool but with a hint of amusement, for the first time. Finally getting free he regarded his Sire again "And if you insist on being a bore, your Emminence... why don't you tell them YOUR lifestory?"Plan, yours is more interesting by far lo meuh fraire. "
Shaking his head the boy fell silent and took a seat to the right side of his Cardinales chair, his hurt right leg outstretched as always"Sit down, sit down"
ordered the Cardinale and the prisoners were forced to sit down. "Well then I can finally begin..."On the 25th of august anno 1505 the youngest son of the Duke of Aquitania was born and he was immediately emergency baptized as his mother had already died by giving birth to him and it was not clear if the little boy would survive his first hours. The boy was named Hugo Humbert Yesachael the Mont y Siont, his last name hinting to the hope that god would rescue him, as Yesachael is a variation of the name Isaiah which means "salvation"."Well this is the minute, but not what happened in reality, pas vertat?""The truth is less sappy by far. Actually, the duc, Guilhèm de Mont y Siont, had been a Magister for two years now and thus wasn't able to father a child. So his wife had been clearly unfaithful. Unwilling to accept this flaw in loyality and even more unwilling to raise a little bastard apart from 5 other children, Guilhèm poisoned his wife Heloise when she was about to give birth to her child. Well she survived long enough to get Yesa to the light of night (as she had been in labor in the darkest hours of the day) and it was only sheer luck that the boy survived. The duc intended to kill the bastard as soon as he was out of his mothers womb, should he survive but was hindered by his Sire, his own father, Renaud de Mont y Siont, who had his own reasons why this child should survive. What his schemes were, well to the current date nobody knows that.
Anyways, to the family de Mont y Siont also belonged his older brother Guilhèm, whom everybody called Fricor, that's me by the way, to keep him apart of his father. ""You stop right now!"
The voice of Yesa shrilled. "If you really must tell this tale, would you please explain our family ties a little better? I don't want to look like the result of incest, you know?!?!"
It was obvious... Yesa could be a convincing obnoxios teenager - he had been able to train that for 500 years by now. "Maybe you're right Yesa. So where was I? Alright, let's describe the undescribable, our famile. The first de Mont y Siont left his estate near Carcassonne in the first century of the last millenium to fight in the first crusade, leaving behind a wife and his son Guilhèm. Yes my father. 20 years later he came back with more land, more fangs, a new title and as a templar knight. Of course his son didn't really know him anymore as he hadn't seen him more than three times since he was 10 years old. Renaud on the other hand didn't find Guilhèm worty to become a Magister, but wanted to preserve his bloodline nonetheless. So he ghouled him. Now let's skip some centuries or you'll greet the sun without hearing this wonderful and inspiring story...""Odio te
the boy mumbled barely perceivable in latin.
Fricor seemed blissfully unaware of the sullen state of his childe and continued recounting their family history. "T'aima lo meuh fraire,
was the only acknowlegdement he heard the muttering of the boy before the Cardinal continued "Well, when the time changed the de Mont y Siont, which were Renaud and my father, changed as well, rising up to a high nobility. In half of this millenium Renaud never found one descendant of Guilhèm, left alone his son himself, to be worthy to be taken under the shadow. The old world was just at the the brink of a new and big discovery as Columbus was going to find a new way to India which would lead him to the new world and would make historians change the eras from Middle ages to the Renaissance. Two years before the New World arrived, in 1490, a baby boy was born to Guilhèm. Well, as a matter of fact this boy is right now standing in front of you. Some other children followed while Renaud rejoiced as he was sure to have finally found someone worthy to be a magister. As a reward for that, he granted Guilhèm his greatest wish and in 1503 took him under the shadows, while he educated the first born himself. Guilhèm poisoned the mother of his children and took his young mistress Heloise as his wife. Well... in the winter of 1504 my grandfather had a superb idea leading up to the conceiving of this boy you know under the name of Jerome...
Said Jerome was busy cleaning his fingertips with one of his throwing knifes and just gave a little glance and a smirk to the prisoners. "So you just got to know a little secret of history - I myself am the father of my stepmothers child. Who was only 8 years older than me... I will never know why Renaud wanted me to father her but... well there you see the result.... but that will be enough of an excursus let's get back to the more interesting things... any questions by now?
It is needless to say that none of the prisoners had any questions or if they had were stupid enough to pose them."Excellent. Anyways in the fall of 1505 there was this little boy, struggling for his life. Renaud did make my father let him live but there was not much more he could do to ensure his safety. And Guilhèm was outraged of this little bastard, letting all his hatred out on this little boy, who could not even speak at this age."You are sure you want to take this tale any further?"
the voice of the paladin raised itself again. As Fricor turned he saw his son holding one of his knifes in a position, that he could throw it easily. The Cardinal arched an eyebrow, he know how versed the boy was with this weapon "Now stop being childish and let me continue"
he turned his back towards Yesa again, knowing that he would not kill him or wound him. Not now at least."Where was I?
Fricor began to talk again as if he had not been interrupted earlier. "Well as I said... the man who was officially his father was not very pleased to have him around but could not or better said didn't want to let the world know that his wife had been cheating on him. So the little boy was raised as his youngest son, though he had to see from a young age that he shouldn't come in his father reach. Well, that proved not to be so easy as it sounded but Yesa showed that he was a quickwitted boy learning to read at the age of two years...
The Cardinal arched an eyebrow as the prisoners seemed to not be able to suppress their disbelief anymore but this time it was the paladin who spoke "So what do you think? We are speaking of the Renaissance...
his voice now obviously amused "There had been no concept of something like a childhood. You started your education when you were of high birth as soon as you were out of the crib. If you were of lower stand you started to help in the household at the same age... One wasn't so spoiled as you modern time children were...
A short laughter escaped the throat of the boy sometimes it was nearly unbelieving how uninformed the younger ranks of the Sabbat were."Anyways, even at this young age the boy showed excellence in his studies and Renaud was more than contented. It had all turned out as he thought - the bad material Guilhèm was could still produce good offspring and that generation seemed to produce even better descendants. Maybe he did know after all, what his son was doing, but hold the opinion that the hardship of the upbringing, might shape Yesa's personality even better. Remember, this was in a time the Sword of Caine was still young and neither our sire nor our grandsire belonged to it.... Whatever his scheming were - he was not able to rejoice in them for too long as in 1508 Guilhèm diablerized Renaud. Now, that did leave the boy with just one ally - his real father, although of course I never told him that I wasn't just his mere brother. The abuse of Guilhèm not only continued but grew more intense. Just believe me when I say, that you don't want to see his body. In addition to lay his hands on him himself, he even agitated his other children leaving his youngest as a... well how should I put it?"A punchingball?"
Yesa helped out, in a total emotionless voice - obviously he had given up the hope that he could stop the Cardinale in telling this story so he could as well help him telling it... he at least would finish it quicker that way."Yes, a punchingball describes it quite well... Yesa show them your ear will you?"
The paladin obeyed - maybe a little bit to quick - and put his hair behind his left ear - showing a perfectly shaped... ear. "The other side..."
now Fricor started to sound a little bit impatient. That boy could haven driven Jesus almighty insane.... "Well actually you asked to show them my ear... so I did think you refer to the one I still have..."
was the sassy answer but than the right side of his head was revealed, showing ... a big scar where the ear lap should be. "That happened when Yesa had just turned 10 years now. I myself was married at that time..."
loosing himself in memories, the Cardinale looked down at his clothes which were - like all of his clothes - completely black, as he still wore grief after all this years. "And my wife Viola was pregnant. We would move as soon as the baby was born, which would be around the date that I came off age with 25 years. I planned to take my other son with me as well, my wife didn't object, she liked her little brother-in-law who was just so serious or as she put it the total opposite of me. Yesa knew and I don't think I have to say that he was looking forward to it. But life as always had other plans. Maybe his mother would have died of fever after the birth even if Guilhèm hadn't poisoned her, as did Viola and my son Fricor. Loosing myself in depressions I nearly forgot my other child, which he should nearly pay with his life. One day when he was 12 years old he came to see me.... just to tell me he was going to go away - of course I laughed"
A soft chuckle came from the chair behind Cardinale de Mont y Siont "Wrong, first you stared at me as if you had seen a ghost and you wanted to faint, then you laughed a bit but started to motherhen me in the next second were I wanted to go and so on""Did it ever occur to you... that I might be worried for you?
The Cardinal smirked as he turned to look at his firstborn again "I was still feeling then - even if you were the same coldblooded bastard as you are now..."
The insult didn't so much as reach the paladin who simply shrugged "I am quite capable to look after myself... even at that age "Yeah - we saw that... who was the one who got himself killed the first second there was a chance to do so?"
With a jump, Yesa was standing and simply said "I am going to change...
stepped to the next shadow and was gone.
Shaking his head the other Magister regarded his unwilling audience again Well, truth to be told, of course I wasn't overly excited with him going away. Regardless of his past he was so much of a scholar, had not worked on a day of his life... how should he be able to survive. I talked for hours that day but he is stubborn and I must say I envy him of his will - he did not change his mind and went off - to get himself killed I guessed...
. The clapping of hands could be heard from the far end of the hall, were Yesa had reappeared now wearing a simple jerkin and suedetrousers, fumbling with a black cape. His hair had grown back to its usual length. Melodramatic as always lo meuh fraire... but if I had stayed he would have killed me - you see to go was the only chance as I wanted to live - by all means necessary...
Unwilling to let himself distracted Fricor just ignored these words, the only acknowlegment he did even hear it was a quiet swear which we don't want to repeat. "It was obvious, that I couldn't hold him and so he went off the next day. What he didn't know was that I sent a spy, I knew I could trust totally, after him. So it may not be firsthand knowlegde what I got, but at least I knew where he was - at least that was my idea, not knowing what wayfarer he could be. The next time I heard from him was some 4 years later that he had settled in a town in the land we nowadays call germany - Aachen. He had spent the last years as an impostor and gleeman before taking a home with a local lord there. You can believe me I was surprised not only that he did survive but also that he seemed to survive just fine. I had been a Magister since my thirtieth birthday and undertook the journey regardless of its length to see how he was doing. I wanted to take him under the shadow as soon as he did come of age seven years later and wanted to see if he still possesed the traits the old lasombra sought in their descendants. Still remember I was not part of the Sword by then but was raised in the old ways. So I just had to see if his personality traits were the same. Nobility couldn't have changed, he was born to nobility and I never really believed he had lost his ambition to stay alive and his excellence in getting informations whether he should or should not possess them...
Well, what I found in the end, was by all means not what I had searched. Nearly half a year after I heard of his whereabouts I finally arrived in the german lands, just to find my son on his deathbed. An stray arrow had hit him - he had always been so prone to accidents - and gangrene found him. Of course it was a matter of life and dead, a whole week he had been fighting the fever already. So there was neither time nor any use in prosing the question if he was willing to be taken under the shadow. He hadn't been in his right mind for several days by now due to the delirium and wouldn't be able to answer anyways, so I took him under the shadow rightaways. While he was quenching his first thirst I went to talk to the man who had raised him as his own child for the last year - Allesandro von Hohenstein, a descendant of portuguese muslims and a widower himself.Yeah and you two had a very interesting idea of working through the mourning process hadn't you?You know Yesa? Sometimes I really regret taking you under the shadow. No offense taken, duke. I swore I will make you live to rue it....
Certainly nobody who heard the two talk, would have gotten the idea that they had a deep respect for each other, not only out of the vaulderie but also of the fact that no matter what, blood was thicker than water. Actually they did love each other dearly - at least as far as Cainites were capable of loving.Anyways... I asked him if he was satisfied with being taken under the shadow and he did answer in the affirmative. We stayed for nearly another year in Aachen but for different reasons. Will you shut up now boy? Or do you want to tell the story? ... Good, an important Cainite in Aachen was probably Anders Artick - a Kiasyd or one of the 'andersartigen' as they are called in german. It was not as if the Kiasyd did have great affection to Yesa - but vice versa that was very trueActually my affection was more on his library....
Yesa chipped in.By then we made our first contacts with the Sword of Caine and both joined their ranks. In 1524 we went back to Tolosa and met their with an old friend of Renaud's, and if I say old I do mean it. You probably heard of him and if you haven't you will meet him when you meet your faith. Greatinquisitor Constantinius... by the way Yesa you did tell him you had an Baali for him?
The boy merely shrugged He won't answer his phone, actually I fear it is smashed already again, but I left his right hand a note... Good to hear, so he will surely join the fun soon. Anyways the holy man - yes he was actually named holy by the catholic church, two other cainites, now long dead and gone and we two here formed our first pack. It was quite a funny thing in retrospective as Yesa and Constantinius constantly were fighting each other - literally.
A jovial grin spread across the face of Cardinale de Mont y Siont as he remembered. It took them nearly an century that they wouldn't start shouting just the moment they saw each other - but when in need it was just like they were one person, astoundishing but I guess they just complemented each other in fights.
In 1525 Yesa and me agreed on getting rid of Guilhèm. He was just a pain in the ass and so [/color] You wanted his throne and I wanted him dead Exactly - as it seems you finally have stopped sulking... Well did I mention how adept this boy is with his throwing knifes? It maybe wasn't the most honorable way to get rid of Guilhèm by lieing in an ambush and shooting him blind first but... he was not guarded enough so it was his one fault he died. I left the essence of his grandfather to my boy - completely voluntarily of course Oh nowadays it is called 'voluntary' if you have a stake pointing at your heart? Good to know that....
Fricor simply rolled his eyes and continued talking. After that done, our ways parted for some time. I had a land to reign over and Yesa simply couldn't resist his urge to travel again. I never knew how much information he could gather in such a short time. Of course I wasn't happy with his choice to travel - not only that he could get himself killed again, now he also had this hindering disability, and although he had learned in the past 3 years to walk without the need of a crutch he still limped - and by far limped more than you have noticed in the past weeks
The surprised looks did speak more than a thousand words... it seemed as if the former 'packmates' hadn't noticed a limp at all.Well it were like 20 or 30 years later that I saw my firstborn again. Said Constantinius brought him back dragging him by the collar - quite literally. He told me he had found him in Jerusalem during one of his own pilgrimages, which offended him quite a bit being a templar and all that - don't ask me that is one thing about the crusader I'll never understand Actually I was on my way to Delhi but a holy sword raised by a holy Cainite is quite a convincing argument when hitting you on the head - the wound I still had a week later...
the good humored comment of the boy was. Well on that night I finally realized how important the boy could be for the Sword. Not only had he traveled like all of Europe in this time - telling me some quite funny stories about times he had spent with the dragons and the former in Romania and even more hilarious stories about some malkavians in Russia. He also had taken the time to learn on this 'trip' working especially on his abilitys with the shadows. He had outdistanced me by far at that time regarding the abyss and I just don't want to know how many new languages he had learnt. He always was good with those but it still was a little bit eerie what he had acomplished in this few years, he even got the invitation to join the ranks of the amici noctis although I am not sure if he ever accepted that. This has to be mentioned especially regarding to the flaw of the nonformal ways of his embrace.
Well centuries came, centuries went. While I was still holding an eye upon my homeland I came more involved with the Sword and at the beginning of the eighteenth century I was made archbishop of Toulouse and the surrounding Sabbat held towns. I appointed Yesa as my first paladin, as he had always my best advisor - particular because of his vast knowlegde about other Cainites. He sometimes even bet the Nosferatu in that. Meanwhile the boy had spent most of his time travelling, always just paying tiny visits to his homeland and coming back with even greater knowlegde. Around that time he also began to be invited to the all 50 years occuring meetings of the Kiasyd. He had by then entered the path of Caine for about a century and indulged himself in studies whenever possible. Being a paladin had another good sideeffect for him as he now stood higher on the ranks of the Sword - something he never had searched for but he could not get into trouble as soon as he did before as he oftentimes was known for his disrespect, believing only those who had showed their worthyness for respect were to be given this.
One other occasion I was more than happy to have him around was the french revolution, as he had heard the rumors on the streets whereas I still dabbled a little bit in the cattle's politics. We withdrew every contact to the french nobility and well it just looks like we haven't lost our heads like many kindreds of the Camarilla did. After all, this was a real win situation for the Sword of Caine, wasn't it?
Unlife went on for another nearly hundredand fifty years in the same routine as it did the first 200 years. I was appointed Cardinale of South France, Spain and Portugal and Yesa indulged in his studies and his travels although by now he had learned that it would be better not to travel too far to the east because of the Kue-jin. It's useless to mention that he knew of the existence of this eastern vampires or whatever they are earlier that I did. He would still scream, whimper and kick all day long as the terrors - which they are I won't mention - tortured him, I guess you noticed his unresting sleep but otherwise everything was just mere everyday life.
Then came the 20th century and things got more dangerous. As the first World War dawned I did ask him to stay a little here in France and to the surprise of everyone who knew him he obeyed probably for the first time in his whole lifetime. This war was one shocking experience as it was so unusual to the ones humankind and Cainites had experienced before. Planes for example, bombs, battle of material - in the prior wars it was human against human but know the Cainites were in grave danger as well. One couldn't stay away from the battlefields as the battlefields just came to your habitacion. Well many Cainites found their dead then, although not as many as in the fires of the war which followed 21 years after the first big one ended. And even the time during these two big wars was dangerous. Flu, depression, all things which affected the cattle and so it affected us as well. The only good thing was, that the seths did loose their faith if you compare it to the faith of the cattle in the Renaissance. But other threads came to measure up for that. I held my paladin close until 1945, I just didn't want to loose someone so valueable. You hold me as a prisoner in my own rooms you wanted to say, didn't you?
clearly it hadn't been something Yesa liked very much. Regardless the differences we had, we were sure of one thing - as was the whole of the Sword. Gehenna finally drew near when such atrocities happened. So the Sword had to be on his guard, staying strong and sharp against all enemies, inner or outer - and this is what Yesa has been doing the last 60 something years. Hunting down inner enemies of the Sword, infernalists like you, traitors and so on. It is of course an advantage that he does look so young. Many do fall for the looks of teenage years, just as you did...
The Cardinal interupted himself as heavy footsteps were heard just outside the hall a heavyset man with long white hair entered. Bonser Constantine
Yesa greeted the inquisitor I thought I bring you some gift... I have a baali and his pack for you
The man scowled at the prisoners and they were led out.