ποντίκι

(mouse)

by Jeffrey S. Cochrane

For Cainites, Vrykolakas as Achilles was fond to say, the transition from night to day was seamless.  Vampires did not dream.  The curse of Caine forced them to fall into a state of catatonia when the sun rose above the horizon from which they arose at dusk with no sense of the passage of time.  So it was for ( Read more... )

From the Journals of Markos Ares Sanacharibos V1.7

Regensburg, THRE, 843 AD

Regensburg:
  I sat on the floor with my back against the wall of Erlinder's library.  I was between the two statues of Saulot and Asichar contemplating the pale shiny burn scar on my right hand and forearm.  My fingers had melted together. I had cut them apart with a dagger ( Read more... )

From the Journals of Markos Ares Sanacharibos V1.3

Regensburg: Night Two, Continued

My companions gathered for the hunt at the palace gates. We were standing together in a loose knit group. Cassandra and Driva whispered together followed by brief snickering from the former.  Callista adjusted the daggers on her hips and tested the draw of her bow ( Read more... )

Regensburg, night two.

I was becoming reconciled to the fact that I may never speak normally again. After all I am Spartan, and Driva's wounds were much more grievious than mine. She lost the use of her hand in battle with the Poor Knights of Christ, and the scars across her chest, got in combat with the werewolves, look like marks from a lash. ( Read more... )

My companions are all insane ( Read more... )

Last time in Alexandria when I saw my sire, I clapped him on the back and said, "So, what's this I hear about your heel?"

This is Markos' theme song after Chorazin:

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The following is a short story based on my vampire character Markos.  This story has nothing to do with the overall game narrative and can be seen as entirely separate if necessary. I put the story under the cut due to the language, violence and adult themes it contains.  This story would probably have an "R" rating.  It contains scenes of "spousal ( Read more... )

There are many who say the curse of the Brujah is their unfettered anger, but they are wrong.  Indeed, it is in the grip of frenzy that I know the most peace for there are no questions there.  In frenzy there is only action.  The truth of our curse is that we are torn between polarities, between cold logic and blind rage.  The Brujah are doomed to ( Read more... )