The fall of Gerald signaled a new chronicle in Philadelphia’s history. He thought that he could hold it together with the strength of his vision, with the sincerity in his purpose, and with his political craft. After all, he was an accomplished Invictus, had walked the world for hundreds of years, and if that wasn’t enough he had many many secret cards. He had Latokrates, and with the Mekhet lay almost a thousand years of wisdom. He had loyalty – Sophe’s commitment from the other side of the Carthian fence, Ignatio’s unparalleled knowledge of the other supernaturals, Lindra’s soft-heart for her sire, William Blake’s expertise in the secrets of Philadelphia. Even when Marcus, his trusted childe, showed the signs of betrayal, Gerald worked around him with his already established network…his secret roundtable.
Of course few knew that Gerald had such a fully-formed vision for kindred to embrace their humanity in some semblance of balance, democracy, and unity. Few knew that he would have seen their solitary lives comforted and enlightened by a shared community: his Camelot.
But it was doomed from the start it seems. European Invictus harbored skepticism for his soft model of inclusion and tolerance. They planted Meir, though a devout Lancea Sanctum member, was also an agent for Europe’s central Invictus. Commissioner Welles and Baron Ambroise worked to form an Inner Circle to quietly subvert Gerald’s network. In the hearts of Crone kindred sat and festered dark fascinations: The Twilight of the Gods, which worked to see the end of Gods and the birth of an age of alien gods. And three ancient kindred, the Methuselahs of House Machten, converged on Philadelphia like carrion birds. The Brood violently pushed on Atlantic City first, and then on through Camden, more organized than they have ever been on North America. It seemed clear the heavens conspired to undo all of Gerald’s work. And in the final nights of winter, under record-breaking snows, it seemed like everything did indeed fall apart…
Innocent and still hopeful kindred died or disappeared like Annabelle, like Therese, Joshua Stark, like Gerald. And with his fall, the thin thread that held it all together snapped. Carthians bared their fangs at Sophe and Lindra who seemed to support the current monarchy. And Invictus pointed to the descending devils, the Brood, as evidence of the dangers of catering to the Circle and the Carthians. The Philadelphia Crone entirely fell apart, with most its members dead, in torpor, and Mother Farka missing. The Lancea Sanctum found that Meir was suddenly missing in the bloody aftermath of Brood attacks and split in two for lack of leadership. And so Camelot shattered into a million little pieces.