Mekhet
To the Ghouls of Clan Mekhet.
As I said publicly, there are no restrictions placed upon your advancement.
Earn your place, and it will be recognised.
Marcus Devereaux
Prince of Savannah
Grandfather of Clan Mekhet
Ventrue
To those who drink from our cups.
I have reviewed the Prince’s ruling. Autonomy, it seems, is the flavour of the night.
Let us be clear: autonomy is not entitlement. And ambition, untempered by obedience, is nothing more than hunger without direction.
As Mother and Primogen of Clan Ventrue, I am exercising my full authority to declare the following: all ghouls within the Blue Blood line are henceforth stripped of any Clan Status previously granted. This is not punishment. It is perspective. A reminder of your place, not beneath us, but because of us.
You may speak of loyalty. Of service. Of sacrifice. But understand this—you are not ours by blood. You are ours by choice. Mine, by choice. And if I do not know where your feet stand, I will see to it you remember how to crawl.
If you wish to rise, you will do so with your eyes lowered and your mouth shut. Prove yourselves again. From the beginning. As all proper heirs must.
I will watch. I will remember. And I never forget the taste of disobedience.
Eleanor Langston
Primogen of Clan Ventrue
Baroness of the Invictus
Mother of the Hive
Nosferatu
To the Ghouls of Clan Nosferatu,
I have reviewed the Prince’s recent decree. While his generosity is noted, the shadowed path we walk does not widen easily.
Henceforth, ghouls in our Clan may be acknowledged with the same recognition afforded a newly Embraced neonate. No more. No less.
This is not a punishment, nor is it disinterest. It is structure. The descent into darkness is not a game of titles—it is a proving ground, and status must follow understanding. The Beast does not yield to borrowed blood, and neither shall our standards.
Should you one night shed your pulse, and endure, and learn what it means to hunger in silence—then we will speak again of what may be earned.
Until then, walk carefully. Watch everything. And remember that those who are unseen endure longest.
Silas Moore
Primogen of Clan Nosferatu
Daeva
To those who wear the mask of mortality, and to those who grant it—
The Prince has made his ruling. Ghouls are no longer shackled to the floor simply because they breathe.
Within my purview, that freedom shall be honoured. Effective immediately, Ghouls may attain up to Aunt/Uncle within my domain. If they earn it. If they deserve it. And many do. More than some of you are willing to admit.
I have seen the ones who run the errands, clean the blood, keep the secrets. Who nod and smile and wait. Wait for a scrap of recognition. For a title. For someone to say, you matter. And when they look to us and ask for more—what do we give them? Silence. Dismissal. A polished smile and the same tired script.
I am done pretending that longevity is the same as excellence. Some of you have clung to titles you no longer deserve, wearing your centuries like a crown while the ones who keep your Requiem from crumbling go unrewarded.
Let them rise. Let them outshine you, if they can.
And if that makes you uncomfortable, then perhaps it’s you who should be looking in the mirror. Ask yourself what you’re offering this Court—besides nostalgia.
I will not be last season. I will not be forgotten.
Olivia Moreau
Primogen of Clan Daeva
Gangrel
To the Ghouls of Clan Gangrel,
Since we don’t have a Grandparent in place right now, I’m stepping in as the current highest-ranking member of the Clan to make this temporary statement regarding your standing within the Clan. This ruling is made to honor MeeMaw’s way of leadership and what she would’ve said if she were here tonight.
Ghouls may rise to Uncle or Aunt within the Family so long as you earn it through loyalty, strength, and a clear commitment to the Clan’s safety and stability.
Once a new Grandparent takes their seat, they’ll confirm or adjust this ruling however they see fit.
—Father Ryan Sheehan