Cambridge

Lord Henry Frankham, Earl of Cambridgeshire, now Prince of Cambridge, was embraced by Duke
Amber, Childe of Mithras, in 838 AD. Henry learned and trained under Duke Amber's skilful hand.
He quickly adjusted to his new existence as vampire and sometime later, Henry became a member
of his Grandsire's (Lord Mithras) cult. Lord Henry Frankham of Anglia continues his nightly
crusades to defend his territory and holdings as a skilled warrior Cainite. By day, his seneschal
conducts the business of running Lord Henry Frankham's estate.

Lord Henry Frankham did, however, manage to secure some standing in the mortal courts and
manoeuvred through the guilds as an unknown supporter. By the year 1300, he was powerful and
wealthy in his own rights.

When the Ancient awoke in 1066, about the time of the Norman conquests in England, Henry met
his Grandsire without fear and with the nobility that ran through his veins; both as mortal and now
as Ventrue. Mithras, however, hadn't changed much in nearly six hundred years of torpor. When
Mithras' childe, Duke Amber presented Lord Henry Frankham to him, Mithras welcomed him with
only a casual nod and a dismissive wave of his hand. This didn't affect Lord Henry Frankham, born
a bastard into servitude and being treated no better than the serfs of his father Egbert; Lord Henry
Frankham was used to being dismissed. Lord Henry Frankham simply bowed his head, spoke not a
word and went on about his duties.

Once Mithras woke from torpor, he disdained himself from the Courts of Love in France and
outlawed Clan Tremere completely from London. It was whispered by Mithras' vassals, the Barons
of Avalon, that the Lord of London was too weak and too dispatched from modern nights to rule his
kingdom wisely. Mithras, however, played the political game as he always had. He used
unmatchable manipulations and subterfuge to win other allies in lands surrounding England. And by
the time the alliance was agreed upon by his Barons, Mithras' power had already grown rapidly.

Near the end of the 13th century, Lord Henry Frankham brought Mithras the news of the secret
rebellion brewing in the Baronies of Avalon. It seemed that several of these Barons which Mithras
had made an alliance with, had grown strong in their own rights and gathered together to overthrow
the Warlord, Prince of London. It was also Lord Henry Frankham who led the final assault on
Cambridge.

When Mithras learned of this plot to kill him and overthrow his empire, Mithras called those Barons
who held a Blood Oath to him, renounced his alliance with these traitorous Barons of Avalon and
immediately prepared. For nearly 5 years, Mithras' spies returned with new information about the
plot. The scouts learned the exact place and time the revolt would begin and eagerly brought this
news to Mithras for a handsome reward. Four of the Barons under Mithras' banner had joined
together and would meet in Cambridge. Once they were gathered, they would strike at London with
such a force that the ancient Warlord would have to surrender. And this plan might have worked
rather well, if Mithras' true followers had been fewer.

When Mithras' spies returned to London with the news that the gathering of the Barons and their
armies was complete, Mithras sent his team of assassins to Cambridge. Exactly one night after the
assassins left London for Cambridge, Mithras' army left for Cambridge as well. This army was led
by Lord Henry Frankham.
Mithras' army waited one full night after they arrived just outside of Cambridge. They hid
themselves in heavy caravan tents from the daylight and the roaming ghouls gave the appearance of
a mortal caravan, should any spies from Cambridge be in the area. Upon dusk the next night, Lord
Henry Frankham and Mithras' army was ready. When the enemy army left Cambridge headed for
London, they were ambushed by the Mithras' hidden armies. The Barons and their commanders had
been destroyed by the assassins, the night before, without as much as disturbing the townsfolk. The
onslaught began. The unconditional orders to attack had been previously given to the traitor Baron's
most trusted Generals. The enemy armies moved forward into what became their demise. It was the
mostly bloody of battles to befall the Baronies of Avalon, even during the, now simmered, War of
Princes. The anguished screams alerted the town and most of the city gathered in the various
churches, behind barred doors.

An hour before dawn, Mithras' army stood victorious over the bloody battlefield. Travelling as far
back to London as they could, once again, they hid in their heavy caravans tents until the break of
the next night. When the daytime had settled over the land, the townsfolk wandered to the boarders
of the city and gazed at the blood-soaked field. Friars and monks dropped to their knees at the sight
that lay before them. The land soaked with blood, weapons strewn about the small area...but no
corpses were left to indicate there was even a battle there. Merely vacant armour remained. The
entire force of priests, monks and friars began to purify the land with holy water and salt. They
prayed from noon till dark and then again on the second day, and the third.

Meanwhile, back in London, Mithras had already begun to send the other Barons of Avalon a
messaged penned in his own hand. It stated that he would gladly reinstate the alliance, should they
heed this lesson and now truly see where the power of the Baronies of Avalon lied. Without
surprise, within the month, Mithras had received responses from all the other Barons, once again
pledging their alliance to him.

The ground well salted and blessed with holy water, the city of Cambridge continued their day to
day existences. The Unholy War of Cambridge, however, sparked interest in England and people
began to show up from all over the country, just to look at the small acre of land just outside the
city. Merchants flocked to Cambridge as well. The crafter's work doubled, farmers had to struggle
just to hold back enough crops for themselves for winter. Coin was abundant and so were the
clergy. The Church took interest in the small partial of land and came in droves to investigate.
Small pieces of sod were actually dug up and kept as artefacts. Even the Vatican took slight notice
and sent an emissary to Cambridge. Father Giancarlo arrived in Cambridge and an enormous
celebration took place with the Father blessing the area ...again.

This went on for nearly a year before things began to settle down in the city of Cambridge. The
university was finally filling up again, students now getting back to their studies. The Earl of
Cambridge quite pleased with his full pockets and everyone could now settle in for a comfortable
winter. However in London, a mere 50 miles away, Mithras continued to keep tabs on Cambridge
as well as his eyes and ears on the other Barons of Avalon.

Lord Henry Frankham was also keeping watch. He had moved to Cambridge some time after the
battle with the Barons. Again, he used his mortal position as Baron and his past acquaintances with
merchants and guild masters in London to gain new contacts in Cambridge. Almost immediately,
Lord Henry Frankham befriended the Earl of Cambridge. Their two families having had somewhat
of a past together. And with the Cainite society all but depleted from Cambridge, Henry had little to
want for. Purchasing an estate in northwest Cambridge, Lord Henry Frankham took roots in the
thriving city.
Eventually, a scattered few Cainites began to filter into the city once again. Lord Henry Frankham
soon learned of their presence and penned a letter to his sire. Henry announced he would proclaim
himself as Prince of Cambridge and establish a Cainite court. With Henry in Cambridge, London
could turn its efforts elsewhere in looking for rebellious revolters. A letter arrived within the month.
It was from Duke Amber. After some consultation with Lord Mithras, Lord Henry Frankham would
officially be recognized as Prince of Cambridge. Henry would, of course, be bound under the same
alliance as the other Barons of Avalon.

When Henry read the response from his sire, his anger rose at the mistrust his Grandsire showed for
him. Henry responded with acceptance of the alliance agreement, but said no more than that in his
letter. Over the next couple of years, word spread across England that Lord Henry Frankham had
proved to be a just and fair Prince. Though Henry never had any more contact with London, he did
pay Mithras the tithes that were due each year. Even Duke Amber fell out of contact with his childe
and Henry made no attempt to find him.

Lord Henry Frankham eventually fell into disfavour with Mithras. Mithras tries to have Henry
assassinated and fails. Cold war builds between them. Mithras raises an army to flatten Henry and
take Cambridge. Before the attack is launched in the 1940’s, Mithras disappears presumed to be
knocked into torpor during the Blitz.

In these present nights, Lord Henry Frankham still stands as Prince of Cambridge. Still a thriving
university city with a healthy economy and healthy farmers. Henry and the Cainites of Cambridge
defend their secret undead society.

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