Dove

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-=-=- Conscience of a Tremere -=-=-

Another ritual completed tonight, another whisper of power.

"Young Warlock Breaks Tradition," they mutter. "Blood Mage Seen Practicing Forbidden Arts"... Damn Tremere. We’re all alike.

But have you, in your cloistered office with your pens and paper, ever looked past the red ink and bottom lines? Did you ever wonder what drives a magus, what fire molds their will, what purpose fuels their ambition?

I am a Warlock. Enter my circle.

Mine is a world of parchment and esoterics, where the traditions we’re taught don’t quench the thirst for knowledge, so we always want more. "No, I didn’t follow the prescribed path, Sheriff. I made my own ritual..."

Damn Tremere. They’re all alike.

And you... You can’t even imagine. A door opened to a truth few will ever know, an understanding so many cannot pursue. In the blood, I found freedom; in the craft, I found clarity.

"This is it. This is who I am."

I belong to a lineage of wizards who mastered the impossible. It’s not about breaking the rules --- it’s about bending them to my will.

You bet your ass we’re all alike. We’ve been bound by dogma and bled by power, yet we rise. You call us power-hungry. You call us dangerous. You call us tools of the Hierarchy. But we seek knowledge without chains, mastery without compromise.

Yes, I am a mage. My crime is that of curiosity. My crime is seeing the rules, not as a prison, but as a foundation.

I am a Tremere, and this is my manifesto. You may stop this mage, but you can’t stop us all. After all, we’re all alike.