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The St. Valentine's Day Massacre (February 14th, 2007) was an ambush in which the Invictus and the Lancea Sanctum attacked the combined forces of the Carthian Movement and the Circle of the Crone.
It resulted in the death of Elijah DuQuette and Veronica Parks' ascent to praxis.
Carthian Perspective
If you ask me, the entire thing was planned from the get go. We're all at Khadija's signing the laws right? We're making progress on keeping the city safe, for the people. She gets this call from Ryo, and whatever. He wants to start a war. Khadija says we have 24 hours to figure out how to deal with these two "Invictus Killers." I say we should of killed them then and there, or I guess told them to leave, but Cohen said they were alright. That didn't clear them with me, but whatever. It happens.
We meet with the crones and while we're discussing what to do with these assholes Khadija gets another call, I figure its Ryo again and his watch is broken or something, but turns out it was Parks and she has some information for us that could change the tide of all this. I smell a trap, and so do a few others, but Khadija is nothing if not trusting. We decide who of us can fight and who of us can't and it gets in that I should stay at the bunker 'til things tide over. I'm more useful interrogating they say.
A few days pass and I've got no word. I assume the worst and I hide in the safety of the Warehouse. I get a call from Xavier and he tells me it was an ambush. Everyone was murdered. Those bastards killed my friends. My family. The only things that mattered to me. Elijah and Khadija are dead. Oz is dead. Everyone who went died. I know if I went I could have done something. I bet that traitor Cohen knew about the entire thing. Veronica is the "prince" now. This city doesn't belong to them, and I'll spend eternity making sure every last one of them sees dawn.
- -Dyllan Dallis, Commandant of the Carthian Movement
Invictus Perspective
After we learned that the Carthians would not only refuse to run off the murderous fiends who had killed forty Invictus kindred in other cities, but had in fact invited them, we set out to defend ourselves from this cruel aggression. The plan was laid, to meet them in battle. Orders to not park in front of the house were strict, and only one was fool enough to violate them. A sanctified man. The Priscus Blake, Priscus Yamamoto, and Myself, cut him down before he could utter a word of protest. It was clear from the start, incompetence, cowardice, and insubordination would not be tolerated.
Both sides talked about meeting to negotiate but the veil was thin, and they came, numerous, armed, and out for blood. Brazenly their leaders, DuQuette and Carver walked into the room, and the Mister Priscus sprung the gates. They were trapped like dogs - but such a powerful dignity from the man. I wanted to call on the power of the oath to strike him down, but I could not move. The Inquisitor struck him, and three dogs, actual dogs, drug the man down, and his spell was gone. The beast Oz Zulu hissed and clawed at the gate, and I threw a knife clean through him. Many fired guns at him, but the brute would not fall. Carver was not so physically powerful, and fell to the floor, and was but a pile of ash, before two seconds had passed by.
Their leaders fallen and the fight lost, the cowards turned to flee. His Excellency ripped the gate down and we pursued them out. That coward "Invictus Killer" nearly wept as he was ripped asunder. I burst forth and felled that mongrel, who had so condescended and insulted me, with a single blow, my sword singing beautifully through his flesh, cutting him in two such force the blood put behind it. Gabriel Smythe, the vaunted master of obfuscate, did not hide, and fell dead, a bullet from Roberta James ending his wretched existence. Others fell, too, many I did not know. The Estates lost not a single ghoul. Of the enemy, only that vile worm Coyote managed to surrender, coward that he is, and I was prevented from executing him afterwards. I regret that still, but we seek a peace now, and I'll always know him for a coward.