Established, Part C

C1: I found myself trapped in a church during a storm along with an orphan named Martin. I was inspired as the kid spoke of his dreams to visit some rebellious colonies that beat back the mighty British Empire. Could it really be that a few unorganized militias successfully fought off the mightiest empire in their quest for liberty? Dare I dream that I could find safe harbor in this land of opportunity Martin describes?

C2: Julian Gabriellen - great grandson of Gabriel - reached adulthood. I have shaped the young man from infancy and brought him completely under my will. As head of Gabriel's family he will serve me well as we find our opportunities during France's financial woes and the troubles they bring.

C3: Young Martin, a member of the Girodin party now, teaches me to dream again as he speaks of the benefits to the little man that will follow the French Revolution. His optimism is contagious and I dare dream that Frieda will forgive me but not forget about me.

C4: Taking advantage of the anticlerical sentiment during Robespierre's Reign of Terror I watch with satisfaction the guillotine taking the head of the last member of the Witch hunters in Strassburg and I dub my handkerchief in his blood. Vindicated for his exile and with his great grandson as the head of the family, the skull of Gabriel grows silent after 50 years.

C5: Claude Vargien, a firebrand witch hunter exiled by the faction I brought down 15 years ago returned and is recruiting in Strassburg! I have grown too complacent to notice and now I am again in danger. Frieda, are you safe from the Witch hunters, Napoleon's armies and the fires of revolution? Do you still remember me?

C6: Teresa and Julian were fighting as Teresa challenged her uncle's authority again. I demanded them both to drink toxic hallucinogens I prepared to prove their loyalty to me. I kept the mad scramblings they made as I find power in the words that needs to be investigated.

Characters:

Mortal: Martin, an orphan that wants to travel to the USA. Later a Jacobin of the Girodin faction.

Mortal: Julian Gabrielen: Grandson of Gabriel that I have shaped from infancy.

Mortal: Claude Vargien, a hunter bent on my destruction.

Mortal: Teresa Gabrielen: Julian's niece.

Established, Part D

D1: With increased stability following the end of the Napoleonic wars comes greater scrutiny. I have to travel to acquire the blood I need for my baths. Trains make this much easier.

D2: I stand over Martin's grave, reminiscing about our decades together sporadic as our contact has been, and ponder my Immortality. Young Martin, now dead of old age, taught me how to dream again. Should I have refrained from sabotaging his dreams because he was too precious to me to let him travel to USA? My long life is already filling with regrets as my memories are lost to Lethe. I still remember my father, my siblings. I remember Gabriel, Karl, Karin, Julian, Hans. I still remember Frieda. But for how long? Who and what have I forgot? Was it all worth it?

D3: Travelling to different cities or back to my country after decades away brings with it simple pleasures and new acquaintances - before the necessary murders, but I am used to taking lives to extend mine by now.

D4: With Teresa's help I captured Lucas Vargien, the son of an important hunter, Claude Vargien, in Strasburg but he doesn't betray his father or his comrades.

D5: I am free from the ravages of time, but my diary is not. The trusted repository of my memories, of who I used to be, shows severe signs of wear and some of the words are lost, like the holes in my mind.

D6: I am so used to the smell of blood that I haven't noticed that it clings on me like a mantle of death until the Gabriellens noticed my presence drives the dogs to frenzy. Does the corruption follows Frieda too? Did her hate for me deepen? Did it create something else about me that she would remember once the other memories are gone?

D7: The fog of the centuries clouds my mind as I near the 150th anniversary of my transformation. France is at war with my country. Will Frieda be safe? Will she look for me in the ashes?

D8: Karin and I managed to improve our blood magic to the point that we can completely exsanguinate a human we touch in a gory display, without leaving a drop in the body. Procuring enough blood for the bath is much easier now.

Characters:

Mortal: Lucas Vargien, son of Claude, hunter and my prisoner.

Ancient, Part E

E1: My heart beat in sorrow and elation as I found Frieda reading the notes of people I don't remember over the corpses of every last one of the Gabrielens. She claimed that she came to collect the debt. I am alone in my mansion but I now have hope!

E2: I can channel my power to turn my scent of blood to a feeling of dread as I embrace the monster I am slowly becoming.

E3: It has been a century since Napoleon destroyed the last vestiges of feudalism in Europe and my archaic manners are met with disdain or hostility among those I hunt.

E4: Hunters of the supernatural found me again! They tracked me from possessions left behind in Baden and I am forced to flee to Paris. Is there never an end to these zealots? Frieda, I will return for you. Don't forget me.

E5: As the world goes mad and earth is bathed the blood of young men in the Great War, the beauty and peace of dawn calls to me, bringing me in touch with feelings I thought lost to the centuries.

E6: I watch the flames in the center of the inversed Mausoleum consume my diary as the cannons of my countrymen are just a few leagues from Paris - the memories there were treasured but not vital to my continued progress.

E7: My project required a different kind of sacrifice today; Jacques Tussaud, a traveler that I have encountered several times, was arrested in my place for my crimes. With the war draining millions of young men and a man arrested for the series of disappearances in my wake, I am free from scrutiny for the time.

Characters:

Mortal: Jacques Tussaud, a man arrested as a German spy and serial killer in my place.

Ancient, Part F

F1: In the aftermath of the Great War, my hands trembled as I got the portrait of my family from the crippled German Veteran. The fog of Lethe receded - I could remember Hans again, his associates and I could remember the feel of my sword as it opened his throat. I remember feeling remorse of this murder once, but not anymore.

F2: I knew my end was coming when the car driver simply melted to a pool of rancid blood driving us right off the cliff. She came for me in the end. She still remembers me. I cannot muster to kill Frieda and trapped as I am in the wreckage, I am killed instead.

Remaining memories:

MEMORY1: O1, A5, B2.

MEMORY3: O3, A4.

MEMORY4 (Regained): O4, A3, B5.

MEMORY17: E1, E4, F2.

MEMORY18: E5, F1.

MEMORY16 (Diary): D8, E2, E3.

MEMORY19 (Diary): E6, E7.