“I think you’ll find my report most enlightening Cardinal Dyssari.” The voice on the other end of the cell phone spoke with a distinct tone of pride.

“And this is everything you could find?” The pale italian man asked.

“There was very little information to work with in the prehistoric eras. It was a difficult task formulating even this much of a history. If I may ask, why does this Toreador interest you so much my lord?”

“You may not ask, you may only serve.” And without another word he closed his phone and sat back in his chair. He stared for a long moment at the laptop screen in front of him before he began to read.

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The subject, the ancient Toreador known as Esher RavenFire, seems to appear in both mortal and kindred records going back to 800 BC. Accounts from this time period, even fron the Kindred standpoint are vague and seem to have an almost mythical quality to them. I have attempted, here, to disseminate the fact from fiction but it is a difficult process to accomplish.

The earliest record of this man, dates back to approximately 800AD in prehistoric France. During  this era a new culture emerged in the area, known as the Urnfield Culture, via the river Rhine and the river Moselle. Stories from the region seem to indicate a pale skinned, black haired man, the locals called The Raven. This is of course a rough translation from the ancient dialects used at the time, and maybe inaccurate.

As the legends and myths go, this man served as a sort of protector against supernatural forces. When ill fate befell the people of his domain, which we still have been unable to determine the exact area of, they would pay him with a blood sacrifice. Once the sacrifice was recieved, he would then awaken at night, and destroy whatever threatened these people. It is unclear if he held any direct ownership over these people like his Lasombra and Ventrue brethren in nearby areas. Most indications however, would support that he indeed never actually claimed dominion over the mortals of these areas, but instead acted only to protect them.

Over the decades, the accounts of this preternatural protector seem to slowly spread out from the original areas of appearance for the Urnfield Culture for nearly 500 kilometers. Then around 742BC they simply stop. There is no mention of his leaving the area, or for that matter any indication that he ever actually exsisted. This in itself is most perlexing given the oral traditions of the region. One would think the stories would outlive the man, even for creatures such as us. After this time, he seems to disappear into history without a trace for centauries. Of course the simplest explanation for this happening would be a time of torpor for him. Perhaps growing bored with protecting the people, and accomplishing nothing for himself, he slept.

The Romans arrived in the Rhone valley in the second century BC and encountered a Gaul that was mostly Celtic-speaking. Rome needed land communications with its Iberian provinces and fought a major battle with the Saluvii at Entremont in 124-123 BC. In this battle there are tiny fractions of records, recounting that a dark lord in shinning black armor, who fought only under the cover of night that rode with the Saluvii. The descriptions fit our Mr RavenFire to perfection, and indeed in this instance he was once again fighting on the side of the residents of this area. It is said that he slew hundreds of Roman soldiers and could not be struck down in battle. Eventually the Gauls were defeated, and our legendary black armored rider disappears back into nothingness. There were brief reports that he was captured by the Romans, but nothing was ever substantiated.

However, the next appearance of Mr RavenFire lends credence to that possibility. During the Roman conquering of Egypt in 30 BC, there is a story among Kindred that the Queen Cleopatra did not in fact die when she attempted to commit sucide after her defeat at the hands of the Roman Empire. Instead it is said that though she made the attempt, a man with pale skin and hair black as midnight came to her side and with his blood kept her alive. Whether she was made a ghoul or embraced is not known. In my research I managed to speak with a Setite Antitribu about their knowledge of this history. He indeed confirms this story, and claims that the man who saved her was a priest of Isis, belonging to a small temple in the middle of the desert. According to their accounts, the priest was visited by his Goddess and told that Cleopatra would be defeated and that it was his duty to save her and make her disappear. As you are no doubt aware to this day Esher RavenFire is well known in Camarilla circles as worshipping the goddess Isis and indeed still practices the religious rites of a high priest. Another version of this story I have found claims that this priest had a daughter who can only be described as a Gargoyle. The name for her I have found is Neferteri, though she seems to be even more vaguely referred to then our primary subject. What became of this supposed daughter and the Queen Cleopatra after her supposed ressurection at Lord RavenFire’s hands, I have been unable to determine. In fact this High Priest persona of Lord RavenFire vanishes once again from exsistance right after this story.

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The Sabbat Cardinal leaned back in his seat for a moment, rubbing his eyes after reading the first part of the report. He shook his head slightly looking down at his lap, then back up to the screen in front of him.

“Well Mr RavenFire, it seems there is much more to you then I had anticipated. This should be very interesting. Very interesting indeed.” He smirked slightly to himself and saved the document before closing his laptop. “However, the rest will have to wait till sunset.”