[Sodium_noir] Listen to the Night

[Spikey]

Titus, Mercia, a bunch of others
Lasombra, Tzimisce, differing clans
Pack haven

Titus looked out on the city, his city.

Well, a city he shared.

' And ambition, how does ambition tie into this path?  It was never 
something I had untill recently, and now I have i, I do enjoy it.'

"Ambition, just as with everything else, can be your enemy if it grows out of step with your duties to the Sect. But If you walk with honour and do not allow your ambition to rule you there is no fault. It has been said by some Knights that the path is not there to tell you what to do, only how you ought to do it."

Mercia appeared to be looking out on the city too. taking his cue from the Templer.

"The ambitious man might find it difficult to ackowldge others as his equal however. I would warn againsy that perhaps if it were my place to do so. Which it isn't. As a driving force it will be difficult to master, and difficult to find satisfaction in. Machiavelli, of whom the Ventrue and thier lap dogs are so enamoured, once said that 'Ambition is so powerful a passion in the human breast, that however high we reach we are never satisfied.' I am sure he would have said the same of the Vampire's breast if he had but known, we share that at least with the creatures we once were."

He shrugs, looking down at his gloved hands.

"On the other hand, I doubt that is true of ambition born of something pure or worthy. If your ambition is not vaingloriuos in its scope then achieving what you desire should bring you closer to satisfaction. If someone such as you, whom others look up to and adulate, were to say... rise to the highest rung and to become a leader of the Sect, I do not feel he would be lost to his own despotic flaws. If he sought power or accolade in order to further the cause, to steer his brothers and sisters on the path Caine set for us, his ambitions could well become his strength."

Mercia turned fromt he sprawl of the city, looking at the gathered Sabbat on the rooftop as they went about thier exercises and training. Cold steely eyes watched them as they sparred and battled each other, testing each other to prove they were better while sharing in the quest for betterment. 

"The Packs respect those who are worthy of the power they take Titus. The practice of Monomancy exists because it is the will of the Sabbat. It is the clearest and most certain assuarbce thatthose who lead us are the ones capable of doing so. If you have what it takes to see your ambitions through to the end, you will only have the support of the packs. To the victor the spoils as they say. The Braves are crying out for a hero! A man of action to lead them against the tools of the Antedeluvians while there is still time to wrest this blood blaoted world from thier insidious grasp."

Without turning his body, Mercia's eyes came to rest on Titus. Looking him in the eye with a questioning expression.

"Does your ambition stretch that far Khan?"

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