The end of a PC ( Read more... )

A great deal of time has passed since I set pen to paper in this journal. Perhaps too much so, for I find my thoughts are chaotic and confused. I have neglected this journal sadly, and now I find that I must look to recent events first ( Read more... )

"All who hear me, know this. You are familia, and you may rely on me in ( Read more... )

The battle fades, leaving dust and soft sounds of pain. A man's voice, the Tremere Justicar. "You... as well as I, know what has happened to your clan mate." He gestures in the darkness. "He is remanded to your custody. When myself or my peer, Quasimodo calls for him, we will expect him to be delivered. Your clan has performed admirably, we expect ( Read more... )

Disturbing news reaches my ears. First...Ivanhoe sends me warning that Xavier Grayson, who I once named brother, lives yet...And seeks the lives of Clanheads. Worrisome, but no great threat directly. I warned Mrs. peach as well as Regent Hamilton and Bella - I would have thought that she would have had warning from Ivanhoe, being that she is of his ( Read more... )

Conclave is...over. And we have survived. All of those I call friends have done so. I have seen things that I never thought to see. But let me begin at the beginning...It is better that way, for my clarity of thought ( Read more... )

Much, again, to speak of. I am Apprentice Fourth again, reporting to Valorn now. Gerhard is dead, gone. This - I do not know for certain how it happened. They say that he was attacked by his elementals, by a thing of fire. I do not know that I believe this, what has been said. I know that Valorn held ambition for Pontifex Gerhard's place, and I do ( Read more... )

It seems my words were ill-chosen. Why is it that I speak, and three Pontifices chastise me, but others may say far more and silence is kept? It is not a question I should ask, I feel, but it is one I must. Do they hate me, or watch me, and what do they want of me? I am not perfect ( Read more... )

There is so much to think of, I hardly know where to begin. I spoke last night with Pontifex Gerhard, and he has managed to surprise me. Apprentice, Sixth Circle, now. How odd - I had not expected to be promoted for some time yet. He did finally clarify my assignment. Perhaps they will not think of who I may report to in the future ( Read more... )

An odd week, this one. I have gone from the Kumpania to St. Louis, to mid-Illinois, and back again. More, perhaps, than I had thought of traveling, but I do not mind so much. It is good to be able to travel ( Read more... )