The Children of Discord-Relationships with the five Covenants
Carthians-The CoD and the Carthians tend to get along
very well. This is the covenant which CoDs are most
likely to share Coteries with.
Ordo Dracul-Both covenants have ideas about mysticism,
tend to persue occult secrets, and persue personal
transformation. The methods are very different, and
the Ordo tends to think the Children are not focused
enough, while the Children believe the Ordo are too
narrow in their persuits, and thus miss any true
enlightenment.
Lancea Sanctum and Circle of the Crone-Individual
members may get along well or extremely poorly with
either of these covenants, depending on individual
religious beliefs. However, as a whole the CoD
believe that both are far too monolithic in their
worldviews, and that they are attempting to subvert
the chaos of the universe into codified-and thus
incorrect-beliefs.
Invictus-The CoD and the Invictus, as a whole, get
along just fine in social situations. At the same
time, many individual Children put lots of personal
effort into subverting the Invictus. As a covenant of
generally-non-Lawful Kindred, there are some obvious
disagreements in outlook with the Invictus. And that
covenant is the most likely recipient of pranks and
unrequested "enlightenment", for those CoD who are
prone to such things.
Stereotypes:
The Carthian Movement:
We are both more dynamic than other covenants. Good recruiting prospects. But be wary of too shallow change with the wind kindred.
-Galina Rork, oracle
Ordo Dracul:
Ah, Dracula's reasoned and perfected lack of creativity.
-Nathaniel Q. Bisbee, hatmaker
Circle of the Crone:
The term "brighter blessed than thou" comes to mind.
-Joshua, Discordian philosopher
Lancea Sanctum:
The world just won't fit into their little god-box, no matter how hard they try to force it. And that makes them so angry.
Dr. Henry Fobbus, physicist
Invictus:
They're my favorite party guests. Making them crack their perfect table manners-how offensive-is God's little gift to the bored.
Mariana Tedesco, socialite
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Long since we learned to mock ourselves;
And from self-mockery fell
To heedless laughter in the face
Of Heaven, Earth, and Hell.
We quiver 'neath, and mock, God's rod;
We feel, and mock, His wrath;
We mock our own blood on the thorns
That rim the "Primrose Path."
We mock the eerie glimmering shapes
That range the outer wold,
We mock our own cold hearts because
They are so dead and cold;
We flout the things we might have been
Had self to self proved true,
We mock the roses flung away,
We mock the garnered rue;
Don Marquis, "The Tavern of Despair"
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