Topic: Tremere Nightmare

Lord Temhota

Date: 2008-02-23 21:13 EST
Journal date 4/17/1690:



We are recovering nicely. Merchant routes have reopened. Carts line the streets of our beautiful home again. Twelve years after the siege by the Ottoman Empire. As I should mention. One vendor in particular caught my attention with stories of elixirs of eternal youth. Others to have miraculous healing effects. I've heard these flight-by-night profiteers before, but the voice of this man soothed my apprehension. I ended up buying a vial of youth, brought it home and stared at it for hours. Do I waste my hard earned money on a whim?



Journal date 5/2/1690:



Two weeks after drinking that horrible bile I awoke with sores on my arm. The light coming through my window made my flesh itch with discomfort. I tried going out but couldn't make it to the door. I've drawn the shades and blocked any light I can. I can't leave my home. I'm beginning to think this drink is slowly poisoning me.



Journal date 5/4/1690:



I've murdered the physician. I could hear his heart beating. Steady as a drum it was. Driving me to insanity. I lost control.. this hunger. It was overwhelming. His soul, his very essence and knowledge was bound to me the moment I tasted his blood. Further confusing me, the pool... the pool of blood followed me! Cornered I could feel its warmth seeping into my pores.



Journal date ??/??/????



I woke late today. After sunrise, still comfortably asleep on the floor. The dream I had coming to life when I saw the dead body on the floor. No blood. Only death, rot and decay. How long had I been asleep? Judging by the body's bloating, a week at best. The smell... doesn't bother me. Soon everyone will know. I have to find that merchant and confront him. He knows what he's done to me.



Journal date 12/16/1690:



I've been exiled from the city. No one trusts or believes my story. Escape from holding was a miracle. I don't understand what overcame me. Butchering those men with no taste of remorse only iron and heat as I drained them dry. My strength and mental control are incomprehensible. This may be divine intervention, self-preservation or survival, but I love it!




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Lord Temhota

Date: 2008-02-23 21:35 EST
Research log entry 9/23/1890:


Two hundred years have passed. The drink promising eternal life was.. partially correct. I walk, talk, see, and interact with this world. But I do not breathe. I do not live. I can never feel the warmth of summer sun on my face. The light, it sears my flesh. Lessons learned by fire. Hunger is still there, but I'm reduced to feeding upon animals. I can't bring myself to end another human life. Only now can I recall the man's face as I tore into flesh. It terrifies me to know what I've become.

What exactly have I become?

The vendor I sought moved quickly, spreading his sickness along trade routes. When I found him, my first instinct was slaughter. The hunt proved more influential than anticipated. But I maintained control, and tracked him for days. Any transactions he made I closed. By force if necessary. We have to sacrifice a few to save thousands more, right?

Research log entry 4/6/1891:


My mark is backtracking. Possibly returning to his source. The same source which inflicted me. It's strange.. In my study I've attuned myself to his heartbeat. I can pick this man out in a crowd of hundred plus. When alone on the road, he's never afraid. As if knowing someone else is watching over him. That's brings me to the feeling of foresight I had. A group of hoods gathered round a pyre. They were watching me... as I watch him.

Research log entry 4/20/1891:


We've returned to Vienna. Traveling the streets are treacherous and I've resigned to narrow corridors. I recognized the cart still at the storefront closed since my expulsion. I'm going to investigate...


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Research log 1/18/1901:


The Chantry, my home. It has taken centuries to understand my affliction. Now, before the Regent I know my place. Accepted or not I have become one of the kine. My sole purpose to uphold the hierarchy.

We are the Tremere. Sorcerers, Mages, Magicians and tricksters. That thump you feel in your chest. It is our canvass to paint your destruction. It wasn't insanity or instinct which consumed my thoughts. It was self-preservation. We all live by the humanity that surrounds us. I've given in. Taken my first soul willingly. I made it a Grande spectacle before my elders. One they nor I will ever forget. The terror on his face when his heart exploded from exertion while his blood remained frozen to the last vein. Sickening satisfaction. To know my command over the mortals. There is more to learn from my Regent. Think I'll write a book.