
More of a cult-of-personality than a
mainstream Board pressure group, the Claws are an odd mix of tribalism
and brotherhood that hide themselves behind smokescreens of Sacred
Mystery and secret rites.
Rather uncannily like FLEET would
later, the Claws formed partly to give the appearance of being
"Boardlike" - emulating the trappings of similar groups to demonstrate
their total conversion to the cause - and partly so everyone involved
could have a place to be Melodramatic in peace. As an established ruler
in the occult underworld (and one more than willing to let mortal
sorcerers invoke her, usually to their regret), DC spent millenia
gathering a court of servants, minions, feudal subjects, and general
hangers-on before her sudden shift in allegiance. On decamping to
Earth, she brought most of them with her (Rumours in Hell sometimes say
she also left a goodly-sized contingent in place, which would explain
the Board's occasional knowledge of Hell's plans...).
Adjustment
to the corporeal plane in general, and the Board in particular, was not
easy. While some (like Flax) took to it like Speculation to a
philosophy debate, others had more trouble. As Board anarchy (and a
dose of good old infernal bigotry at humanity in general and deities in
particular) began to erode the network, DC moved to maintain her firm
grip on power by founding an enclave where
"appropriate values" would be "respected".
What was actually
created was a kabbalistic social club with its own handshake and secret
decoder rings, emulating the fawning, treacherous circles of Hellish
politics enough to keep the more snobbish demons happy. The group
rapidly shrouded itself in enough layers of faux-mysticism and occult
paraphernalia to keep out the Knowlessmen. Nobody ever quite noticed
the rest of the Board were having too much fun snickering to try
muscling their way in.
Ironically, the allure of Forbidden Lore™
has proven a very powerful propaganda tool in the Board's arsenal.
Given the usual motivations mortals have for siding with the Adversary
(power, money, sex...), having a group of demons on hand who won't
rend one's soul in twain can be quite helpful when weaning Dark
Sorcerers away from the Enemy. It's also good for parties.
For
all their Infernal trappings, the Claws seem to know which side they're
on (or, as they often see it, which side is currently supporting their
Queen in her schemes), dramatically pledging themselves to the
Goddess's service in all manner of strange and vaguely ridiculous
ceremonies. They're also one of the few Board groups who actively
recruit on Earth, finding the fangs-and-metal-bodice routine very
effective in acquiring minions. All this would raise more than a few
eyebrows at High Command...if most Boardies didn't prefer to smile,
nod, and quietly sympathise. Odd attachments and obsessive behaviour
are not exactly uncommon aboard the Funky Horror.
Many of those so "ensnared" have a tendency to be brown-haired young
men with green eyes.
No-one mentions this in public.
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