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Per me si va nella citta dolente,
per me si va nell'eterno dolore,
per me si va tra la perduta gente.
Giustizia mosse il mio alto fattore:
fecemi la divina potestate,
la somma sapienza e il primo amore.
Dinanzi a me non fur cose create
se non eterne, ed io eterno duro:
lasciate ogni speranza, voi ch'entrate.
Dante
The Giovanni Chronicles i-iv
The Last Supper
"The Last Supper" has been finished. Because I ended up knowing on such
short notice that we would play, i was not as well prepared as I had wished.
Well here's the cast of players characters:
(Gerhard) Honk a Malkavian juggler and thief.
(Stefan) Asmodeus a Dominican monk turned into a Lasombra.
(Psycho) Hassan, an amnesiac saracene warrior who became an Assamite. >:->
(Daniel) Slavomira just a farmer's woman with a Brujah streak.
(Steffen) Philip(?) a disenchanted young nobleman who is now a ravnos.
(Sonja) Constanze aka Esclarmonde, a noblewoman and pilgrim who was
embraced by the Followers of Set.
Part One was fun, especially the scene where the players realize they are
not really here to be embraced but to serve as food for the vampires. I
loved it. My players got quite scared that they did something wrong or that
I was making fun of them. Geez that was cool. The sheep and the blood
drinking was most interesting!
I should have taken more time though to prepare the individual harrowings,
they lasted only shortly each time. The best one was the Assamite player's
though because of the game, he liked it a lot. I think the Lasombra also
got a bit scared. Too bad the Brujah was not there to get his Harrowing
(the player was not available at that time!).
Later on I should have told them of all the choices they had, this is
something that I should remember, because players rarely notice the many
paths that lead to an end, they prefer being paranoid that the storyteller
might want to kill them.
I just read that long speech Cappadocius made to them in English, because I
could never ever have translated the text well enough I believe.
They did not save Japheth, which is sad in my opinion, but for once and the
first and probably only time, they were scared of a fight.
transylvania chronicles part 1
We travelled to Buda Pest on behalf of our newly adopted Sires (our
real ones are more dead than before now). There was some kind of
work for us they wanted us to do. We were to build a fortress in
the mountains to protect the road coming from the east.
We built it successfully despite the loss of our money (Vykos
helped us there), met Anatole and Lucita, discovered some hidden
treasure (a golden tablet with an ancient alphabet)
and then became princes of several smaller cities around there.
Then we were sent out to rescue Transylvania from the demon
Kuppalah and put certain runes on several castles built by a
Nosferatu named Celios. Also on the Tremere chantry '?'. From
Celios we got some strange book that we were able to translate
with the golden tablet we found in the beginning
Some woman named Nova Arpat(?) had has do her a favor in the
name of our Sires: we were supposed to rescue some jewelery
that belonged to her. We managed only to get one piece, so
we were degraded (lost the cities to more succesfull young
vampires) and made up a plan to kill Nova Arpat as revenge.
transylvania chronicles part 2
This one was all about Vlad Dracul and the Anarch Revolt.
Vlad Dracul was supposed to become a vampire and everybody
wanted him and none dared at the same time.
But it all started out that we were supposed to escort
Goratrix to the Tremere Chantry from which noone has
ever returned. We met Tremere himself and he quite
scared us too!
Blood and Fire
transylvania part 3
The Sun Has Set
Nuova Malattia
Werde ich nicht mehr leiten, da die Spieler schon jetzt
gemeckert haben, dass sie nicht mit neuen characteren
spielen wollen und weil ich nicht mehr will.
Excerpts
from the diary of Esclarmonde Trencavel de Carcassonne:
May 2nd, the year of Our Lord 1192 A.D.
What can I say, what can I think. I cannot think at all anymore,
the last month, oh I wish it had all been another nightmare to
wake up from in the morning ... but now there will not be
another morning for me.
My world has been turned upside down. Oh had I never wished
for her death, this must be the punishment He wrought upon me for
my thoughts.
Had I never met this man, had I never set foot upon the soil of Italy.
Had I never thought of death, now it has caught up with me. How can I
ever hope to return to my family? How dare I even think of them.
Who are these people that I am forced to be with now. If it was not
for Sean I would surely turn mad within days.
May 28th, the year of Our Lord 1192 A.D.
Sean my last hold on sanity, the last token of remembrance of my
past that seems so long ago. I so hope he will stay with me, I could not
bear to let him go now. He knows not of my condition yet. But how
long can I keep this a secret. Do I want to live as walking dead?
Dead unalive gone away from peace forever.
I am even more different now from ordinary
people than I could ever have been as Mistress of the castle
of Toulouse.
The others are gone after that day at the monastery somehow everyone
went their own way. I am more lonely now than I was with these hated
companions. I am on my own. Finally and for good. Is that not what
I always wished for? But I did never want to pay such a price.
July 4th, the year of Our Lord 1192 A.D.
I am still in the Carpathians. I cannot bring myself to leave
this place. I cannot continue my quest to Jerusalem. Not now.
Sean wants to go, he says and that is probably the truth that
he cannot guarantee for my safety, even though he has probably
no idea who the enemy is now. I have tried to explain to him
but I do not know anything myself about me anymore.
July 14th, the year of Our Lord 1192 A.D.
Two days ago I killed a person. I was so hungry. I could
not, wanted not to stop, I wanted to kill. I was drinking
from him, feeling how his life was slowly draining away with
every heartbeat; he was becoming weaker and weaker in my arms.
Then when his heart finally stopped beating, I swallowed the last drops
of his blood and I felt satisfied. I was already looking for
another prey but a moment later
a terrible guilt overcame me and I threw away the body fleeing
into the night.
It was so easy to take from him the only thing he probably had:
his life. I cannot understand what came over me. I think someone
found him and hopefully buried him because he was not where I had
left rather thrown him, when I returned on the next night.
July 20st, the year of Our Lord 1192 A.D.
Last night I met Philip, that young noble together with
this mad juggler. They are also still here, maybe the same
feelings that are keeping me here, keep them also. I am
still trying to understand.
Philip and Honk seem to be taking things so much lighter.
Maybe they know something I do not? But I did not dare ask
them. I am scared
of Honk, but Philip seems to be as nice as a monster like
us can be. Maybe I should try to talk to them. They might
help. I have now spent three months waiting for some kind
of enlightment and I have received nothing, I have understood
nothing. I feel lonely. Now that there are two
of my former companions in the village maybe I should ask them
to stay here with me. The world might be less lonely with
some of my kind around?
August 1st, the year of Our Lord 1192 A.D.
Honk has gone off again to search for his troupe. Philip
is out for the night, he said he was going hunting. I
think I know what he means. Predator and prey. Do they
know about our presence? Maybe we should go on to
another village. Philip nearly always kills. I watched
him once. Something that I also felt when I killed
that man. But I have not killed since then.
Worse than killing are the changes inside me. I am
growing distant. I still think of my family and Sean
is still a good friend. I miss my brothers and even
my father. I even sometimes cry about my mother.
I feel guilt for her death. I do not believe anymore
that this is my punishment after seeing and
remembering the scenes in april, after talking
to Philip. It is not.
No, but I have started to regard those around me
the villagers, the guests in the Inn, the humans
with new eyes. They are cattle, food, nourishment
necessary for my survival. I would probably not
mind killing as much as I did before: I will not
put that to a test now. I have found that feeding
off large animals is equally satisfying as from
humans who I am trying to avoid meeting at all
lately.
I do not want to kill.
September 6th, the year of Our Lord 1192 A.D.
It is already getting colder. Not that I mind
the cold so much but for Sean the winter here
will be hard: he has gotten used to the mild
winters of southern France. My homelands. I want
to go home. I want to know if my family is well.
If they are all alive and happy or if some
monster like me has without thinking drained
their precious vitae. But there are too many
things still unresolved too many questions to
ask. And would I - as I am now - be welcome
at home? Is it still my home? Would I be
any happier there than I am here?
The winter will be cold, and the humans
will stay in their houses. Hunting will be
thrice difficult. We will starve and the danger
of being discovered will grow with every day
we need to spend in the Inn, we should truly
move on before it is too late. A bigger city
would be a lot better and there are
still other dangers besides being discovered.
I have seen another, I think. One that I do
not know. Seeing how MY sanity is slipping
away, I do believe that this happens to all
of our kind. We cannot die, I am told, only
by force. When killing humans does not
satisfy them anymore will they turn on their
kind? I am scared. I still have the money
my father gave me we could hire some guards
to protect us. What good would they be though
against others like us?
I have tried to explain to Honk and Philip
that we need to leave before it is too late.
They are not listening to me. They are too
caught up in their little games of cat and
mouse with the human mice in the village.
September 12th, the year of Our Lord 1192
I feel watched somehow. I know nothing for sure
but I must finally convince the others to
leave this place. I have heard rumors in the
village that do not sound good either. There
have died to many people. They must learn
not to kill.
September 20st, the year of Our Lord 1192
After yesterdays attack we have decided to
to find another place to stay. I would prefer
to leave this whole country entirely but
I believe that staying with the others
offers at least some kind of protection.
The attackers were only two and the three of
us and Sean easily fought them off.
Sean was badly wounded in the leg. I hope
that will heal alright. I wonder if the
healing capacities I have gained could
somehow also help him? I seem to remember
something they told as down there in that
dungeon but not quite? I must find out
more about our kind.
First we need to get away from here. Fast.
October 3rd, the year of Our Lord 1192
Honk and Philip were quite happy to meet that
Slavomira slut. I do not know what they find in
her. She is just a peasant and ugly. Unrefined.
Not even a rough diamond as they say.
She had that weirdo with her the one without
memory. I keep forgetting his name. The
darkskinned one. I do not want them to stay
with us.
The group is getting too large. And the
dark one is far too conspicuous. But Philip
does not mind. I would have to leave on
my own and it is already cold and snowing
all day and night it seems. I do not want
to lose the others. Slavomira tells us that
the monk stayed in the monastery - how
fitting. This Asmodeus was one curious
person, anyhow, but I bet he would be better
company than Hassan and Slavomira. Hassan
is his name. At least Asmodeus probably knows
how to read and write and that is more than
these fools know.
Even amidst so much company I feel sad
and lonely. There is not one among them
that I could even consider viewing as
a friend or trust?
Conversation always revolves around the
same topics: food and power. Why do men
always want to rule the world? Just because
all of a sudden they are able to kick
their former masters butt why do they have
to do it?
November 11th, the Year of Our Lord 1192
If it was fate that brought us all back
together than Fortuna has surely abadoned
me. How I despise them all. Especially that
Slavomira. I hate her, the brute.
She cannot just overthrow rules that are
hundreds of years old. She has no sense
for traditions. She is so annoying. But
I will show her, one night.
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