The Journals of Carigus Volume 2

During my time in the fenlands I have dealings with a family of boatmen of the Isle of Eels. One night I come upon their eldest daughter being attacked by brigends. I come upon them as a hunter in the night and drive them off. Rather than being afraid her farther Munga pledges a debt of honour to me. Moved by he and his families acceptence I in turn pledge to assist them if they call and gift to them my Silver neckless that they may use it to identify themselves to me. As the years pass the Bruis family passes the Neckless down and on every full moon they perform a midnight cerimony wherin each member of the family bleeds upon the neckless.

AD 110: I have spent too long in the small comunities near the Isle of Eels, I realised this as I fed from the last person in a small village and they dropped a silver neckless. Only then did I notice that they were the last decendent of the Bruis family. I took back my Neckless now in memory of them.

In my shame at having killed the last of the family I pledged my assistance to, I turn Raghnaid Bruis. I resolve to treat her better than my sire treated me and teach her about being a Vampire.

Safe in Rome I feel a need to rest, taking shelter in the catacoumbs beneath the city I sleep for 100 years. I awake to find much changed, Annia has left me to persue her own goals and the Christian church has truly taken hold.

The passage of ages takes it's toll, I can no longer make out some of the names in my journal and I realise I no longer even remember them, not even my farthers name.

Matches! infernal devices from the oriant. The first time I saw one I nearly died and even now I cannot stand to be around there use. I was visiting Chiaro Lignago a man influentail in the cities merchent guilds. When he struck a match to relight the candle that had gone out, he thought nothing of it but the shear surprise and sudden fire, blinding to my heightened senses, caused me to hurl myself from the window of the room in panic. I impailed myself upon the fence post outside and it is only by luck that I didn't peirce my heart.

As the ages pass I find myself less and less conected to who I used to be. I do not rember where I was born, who my farther was, I no longer even rember how I came to be a vampire. It does not matter. I am a Vampire, I have lived for centuries, what need have I to worry about these petty concerns over a long passed mortal life. The man I was when I was born has been long dead and there is no need to continue to dwell on him whatever his name was.

I was attending a feast this evening when the fool of a servant spilt a jug of wine down my front. I jumped up with a curse and the room fell to a shocked hush, at first I thought it at the servants expense but later I realised it was at mine for I had unkowingly cursed by long dead gods. I was the subject of much gossip then and the local priests have made sure to keep an eye on me for I was suspected now of heresy. Now that I have noticed it I realise that I curse by the old gods often unless I take particular pains to prevent it and in surprise or anger that becomes almost impossible. It is instinctive and try as I might I cannot seem to rid myself of it.

I notice my body has been gradualy changing, only now as I am trying to find new clothes do I truly notice. I am much thinner than a mortal, their is little excess meat on my bones and I am convinced that it will only get more noticable as I grow still older. What will I become, what are the truly anchient of my kind like. I take some pains to find a discreet tailor and explain away my nature as the result of a childish malidy. I commision from him cloths that will disguise how truly gaunt my body is.

Contains the following Memories.

Loyal Retainers
The passage of time
My Own Nature