Long ago before the Sabbat and Camarilla existed, before the Anarch Revolt and before the Lasombra slew their Ancient and drank his precious vitae, the Ventrue were knights and lords, masters of their manors. After the powder keg of the Anarch Revolt and Tyler's bold attack of Hardestadt the elder came the Renaissance, and the Ventrue changed with the times. Driven by greed and power-lust, the Ventrue shifted tack. Rather than maintain their noble status, they pursued greater interest in the merchant class. Leaving behind the duty of nobility, and the divine right of Kings, the Ventrue surrounded themselves with excess and filthy lucre.

So believe the Ventrue antitribu. The few Ventrue anarchs who had originally opposed their elders' iron-fisted-rule had grown frustrated with the static reins of power held by the aged blue bloods. As mortal currents changed, these elder powers still clentched tightly to their empires, forever preventing younger, and more able Ventrue from taking their rightful places. By selling themselves, the Ventrue had given up true nobility. For the Ventrue anarchs, their leaders had failed, tempted by material wealth and corrupted by power. In proclaiming themselves antitribu, the Ventrue who joined the Sabbat carved for themselves a niche that occupies their valorus hearts to this night.