I will be dead soon. I write this on my way to die at the hands of the Office Of The Justicar. I have no real regrets, save that I will never see my beloved Imogen again. I hope she can forgive me for what I am doing. What I have done in the name of freedom. I am doing it for her, for my friends and for us all. I hope my sacrifice will hold meaning. I hope it will buy my compatriots their lives. I hope she will live on and love again as I have loved her.
For many years we had lived alone, scattered in the countryside of Hampshire. Some of us in the towns and cities. I was one, I lived alone here working, or trying to work in my studio, living off old profits. Then we recieved a message from a Prince John Hawks of the Gangrel. It all seemed so cordial and friendly so we went along and signed up to this 'Camarilla' wishing to learn more. This Camarilla is nothing but a waste of time. So much potential, wasted. Such old fashioned thought. Princes? We are supposed to be the secret leaders and masters of mankind. They''ve worked out democracy and relative fairness, why can't we? Hawks was as much a dictator as any, ruling with a small cadre of cronies. We were the underdogs, a few paltry positions were handed our way but it soon became apparent that there was no trust and that we were resented. Then the attempts on the lives of my coterie began. Then the betrayals and the backstabbings. We were nothing but tools for their political games.
Joram was emascualted by the Tremere and chose death at the hands of his lifelong friend Payne over life in ignomy. We were accused and betrayed and scolded like children. No more. We rose in revolt. None were killed, I was clear, I was scrupulous. We had our tools. Yes I used the Sabbat, but we turned upon them. They sought to use us. We used them. We learned their secret of Vaulderie and broke our bonds of punishment. We turned upon Hawks and his retinue and staked them out, releasing them soon after with a warning not to return.
We tried to explain, we tried to form a fair body. Anyone could vote on anything. We were peaceful for a month. Then the word came. Despite Hawks' villany and our own peaceful ways we were to die. I offered myself in exchange for my friends lives. I hope they can live free in nearby Andover. I hope this deal will be stuck to. I doubt it, but I can hope.
My friends, Anarchs and other fighters for freedom. Violence is not the way. They kill and execute unjustly, we must not or we are no better than them. They rule when no rule is needed. Seek your own way. To die for a cause can be good, but to die for your friends leaves a far better taste in the mouth. Please, fight by all means, but don't become that you wish to destroy.
The Anarch movement throws up some very passionate kindred who have vision and courage and are worth looking up to far more than most Vampires of 'respectable' sects. They cry out for freedom and for change it what is a static and unyielding society. Seen as a scourge by the Camarilla, a resource by the Sabbat and nothing to bother about by the others. Unlike the Autarkis who take a more logical view, the Anarchs try to change that which will not change.
Truth is, with times as they are, Gehenna fast approaching, chaos reigning everywhere, freedom fighters are not what is needed. Freedom to live is the most important freedom and without strong sects to fight the ancients we will be denied that freedom. There will be time for democracy and reform when the ancients and the elders are gone. Then the Anarchs will be the architects of our new society.
I sympathise, I understand where they are coming from. My sire was an Anarch and his coterie. They sacrificed all for their cause but it has faded with their passing. Now only two of their coterie remain, all ideas of greatness and reform have faded. They just count the nights.
In the short term freedom must be sacrificed, or there will be no future to be free in.
I was forced to turn Anarch by the actions of Markov, that foul disgusting pile of putresence they allow to be a Justicar. But, despite being forced I see more clearly their point of view. Divine was right on many counts, peace is the way. You cannot rule those who do not want it. Something the Cam is yet to learn. But I will not make the same mistakes as him. I am glad I was forced into this position. I now have greater freedom and a wider cause to fight for. I have grown to better understand my sire and have made more and greater friends than even my own clan could provide. What the Brujah have forgotten the Anarchs remember.