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- "It's an awful truth that suffering can deepen us, give a greater lustre to our colours,
a richer resonance to our words."
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The Camarilla: " A blood-wind harbinges the coming hurricane; perhaps it's time to leave the shack before it crashes down around us."
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The Sabbat:"We stay and go, spare and kill as we choose, O Black Hand."
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The Independents: "They are none of my concern."
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The Brujah: "So much fury for so little gain"
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The Gangrel: "My Kin be they friend or foe."
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The Malkavians: "Either they know the greatest secrets, or they've played us all for fools. Whichever, I keep my distance."
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The Nosferatu: "Wise observers and useful allies. Still, I wouldn't choose to lair in a pest-hole."
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The Toreador: "Pointless waste."
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The Tremere: "They are not vampires, try though they might. The reckoning has merely been postponed."
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The Ventrue: "Their foolish power,games keep the others preoccupied, and so we tolerate them for now."
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The Caitiff: " We bear the blame for many of these wretches. Ultimately, though, they must make of unlife what they can."
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The Giovanni: "Who cares? What do they have to do with us?"
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The Followers of Set: "They stink of disease worse than most of us do. Then again, we're all corpses."
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| From the frozen northlands, the thick forests and icy mountains, the lands of vicious beasts and monsters come the Gangrel. By turns animalistic and insightful, they embody the most fearsome predators among vampires. From their kind come the tales of such horrors as Grendel and the Norse berserkers. The undisputed masters of the wild ways, the Gangrel are feared and respected for their unmatched prowess in survival. Some, it is whispered, even hunt or deal with the dread Lycanthropes; certainly, their Clan's shape-shifting powers and animal features bring to mind legends of dire wolves.
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