Re: The Surreal UnlifetremereunlivingJuly 24 2004, 18:35:52 UTC
Lest you have forgotten, I am from a time long ago when these games of role did not exist. Now, in my time tending to this world, I have seen the works of Shakespeare, Paddy Chayefsky and Neil Simon, but have never taken any indulgence in acting.
I did once allow Shelley to stay in one of our chantries for a summer. He brought with him his entourage and some famous works did spring forth from this indulgence (Frankenstein, etc...). I wish that it was a memory that we could say was cherished by clan Tremere, but instead there company wore us out. Sexual adventures and drunken escapades seemed to be the order of the day and night and the day after that. Little sleep was had and some of us were less than thrilled by the attempted flirtations of these folk. Nowadays we don't allow famous folk to spend time with the clan as a whole. Stevie Nicks may have been the last straw. White magic, gifts of buckets of potpourri and handmade shawls littered the landscape of the American Tremere through the 70s. I can't tell you how tired I am of seeing waifish daughters of mine meandering about our meetings, lost in some strange fantasy haze and wasting their studies on lore of welsh mare goddesses. I'd rather spend time with a Homunculi that's been tampered with by Malkavians.
I did once allow Shelley to stay in one of our chantries for a summer. He brought with him his entourage and some famous works did spring forth from this indulgence (Frankenstein, etc...). I wish that it was a memory that we could say was cherished by clan Tremere, but instead there company wore us out. Sexual adventures and drunken escapades seemed to be the order of the day and night and the day after that. Little sleep was had and some of us were less than thrilled by the attempted flirtations of these folk. Nowadays we don't allow famous folk to spend time with the clan as a whole. Stevie Nicks may have been the last straw. White magic, gifts of buckets of potpourri and handmade shawls littered the landscape of the American Tremere through the 70s. I can't tell you how tired I am of seeing waifish daughters of mine meandering about our meetings, lost in some strange fantasy haze and wasting their studies on lore of welsh mare goddesses. I'd rather spend time with a Homunculi that's been tampered with by Malkavians.
-Tremere
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