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A spindly little weasel of a man took to the square before the Dark Emporium, bringing with him his own soapbox and a scroll. Stepping up onto the pedestal, he cleared his throat with a harrumph before issuing the decree to whomever cared enough to stay and listen.
The weight of the crown, however, is most heavy. Duties must be fulfilled, and for this, the Crimson King issues a clarion call to all Sanguine in Regalia proper. Submit. Declaring in accord with ascent to his throne, the Crimson King proclaims his authority to extend above and beyond - to all those who bear the blessing of Vampirism. The Sanguine Gift is a sacred boon, yet there are those who flaunt this blessing; those who use it only to further themselves, those we consider unworthy. We thusly advise all who find themselves elevated by merit of Vampirism to throw themselves before Horatio, the Crimson King, to be judged rightly and if deemed worthy brought into the fold of his court. Those who chose defiance over submission shall receive no succour from our king, no, we name them anathema for those who defy his crown shall know no peace 'til the day they are deprived of the Sanguine Gift.
On a closing note, I am asked to address the longstanding rivals of the Crimson King. To the Telikos Beggars, we tell you this; you know what you have done to wrong us and we are not soon to forget the indignity and countless provocations dealt towards the Devout Few. We came to you with open palms and yet a dagger you plunged into our backs. Should you find yourselves impudent enough to ever deign to rear your ugly heads upon these streets of ours, retribution will be delivered in full. And for the Circle, or whatever successor organizations persist, we say this to you. Your delusions will not see you far for the craven are predisposed to failure. Consider yourselves more fortunate than the Beggars for you are spared the Crimson King's wrath, though we advise you tread with care for but the slightest misstep will secure your undoing.
