“Blood! It’s your new rack of lamb, your new champagne, your new fucking heroin!”
-Smiling Jack. VTMB
Every year in OSW, the lambs walk into the slaughterhouse, everyone is a little lamb being led to slaughter and what happens is gruesome. The event causes twenty lambs to fight it out in order to have the right to “survive”.
But these lambs face one thing after that.
The dreaded “Clan” curse, in which no surviving lamb has beaten it to become the new “prince” of the lambs.
When these lambs are being slaughtered, they have to be pinned, they have to tap out, and honestly anything goes.
Including blood and normally, that happens when you’re slaughtering lambs for food.
But in this case it’s not the animal getting slaughtered; it’s humans, it’s kine. It’s the roster that is being slaughtered!
Now, for someone like me, I’m not about to be cannibalistic, but they’re my food and I’m the butcher. For me to keep the beast in check and to keep healthy I must drink their blood; if I don’t, the beast will take over and frenzy; it would end up killing someone and, I need blood to use Thaumaturgy.
Thaumaturgy is the closely guarded form of blood magic practiced by the vampiric clan Tremere. Our blood magic has many different paths and rituals, it makes the other clans fear us.
These lambs won’t see it coming, most abilities are quiet and deadly.
I’m a scholar.
Now as much as I don’t really enjoy feeding, the powers at be have rewarded me with a feast! I can sample all the lambs’ blood and figure out which I like the best.
Right now, I do feel a tad bit of hunger, a bit of blood lust but oh it’ll be fed soon.
You guys can run and try and hide but you won’t be able to; the Assassin becomes a butcher in this match and I won’t stop till I’m fed.
I won’t stop till I taste the blood that is the best.
Each and every single one of you will feel my blade cut into you; you’ll scream and struggle and understand that I am the wolf in sheep’s clothing.
I heard from a Kindred that, blood is our rack of lamb and that is true. It tastes so good, that it’s addicting like drugs. But, I know when to stop and I know not to drain anyone dry either.
I go into the ring and I will slaughter and butcher every single one of you; your screams will fill my ears like music and the scent of blood will filled noses of everyone around. If I have to use my thaumaturgy to get the job done, I will.
This isn’t a game, this is a job and I will complete it.
Every year in OSW, the lambs walk into the slaughterhouse, everyone is a little lamb being led to slaughter and what happens is gruesome.
“House Tremere always wins.”