The night was dark and stormy. Wind and rain whipped against the high rise in downtown Manhattan New York. The Grand Prince of New York stood and looked out over his domain as he sipped some expensive red wine. He had brought all of the Princes of New York and was extending his influence over the East coast, to make him the most powerful Prince in time.<br/><br/>He was an old Ventrue, older then anyone knew.  He was talk dark and handsome.  He had an air of power around him that made other just want to bow to him. He had planned this take over for centuries. He had made many enemies, though most were dead.  The living one though were very powerful and required him to have body guards that were his children and his ghouls. He always had at least four of them outside his office.<br/><br/>He had engineered a take over of Atlanta by one of his allies, another Ventrue.  But the take over had left the city vulnerable to attack by the Lupines. They had arranged a treaty with the mages and the Changlings seem to be staying quite. Something though was stirring the wolfs outside the side up.  The Princes forces could not withstand an attack as the wolves had stayed out of the war.<br/><br/>The Prince had summoned one of his most trusted henchmen to his office to discuss with him about going down to Atlanta with some help to help settle the matter. It would have to be subtle, sending an army would not look good and it could only stay so long. Plus more Anarchs were showing up daily according to his spies. He would have to get his man down there as quick as possible.<br/>