About this blog
This blog is based on the story that is derived out of RPG sessions me and my friends have approximately every other week. I´ll try to write the story down as soon as possible after gaming time.
The perspective is that of my carracter Obadiah written as a diary of his.
The main purpous with this blog was to start using the wordpress system to keep me up to date with it. The second purpous is to help myself enhance my english writing. :)
About Obadiah of Salerno
Obadiah, born 1176 in a jewish community outside the italian city of Salerno, is a well reputed physician since his exam at the medical school in town. The Medical school of Salerno is visited by the foremost physicians in the world, and so Obadiah have got the best of teachers.
1196 he became embraced and is now a vampire. He believes he´s one of the clan Tremere, but his memories of who embrased him is dim. His mentor visits him in his dreams. The schooling in being a vampire is thin and so he´s left to his own devices.
As a jew he´s often lowest ranked in the communities he travels thru. As a vampire he rules the night out in the small villages. His big dream is to erradicate all sickness of humanity. And he´s got a taste for it.
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Monthly Archives: February 2012
On fire
The fourth crusade at our gates The armada, The Fourth Crusade, is on its way. We have just got the message that the sails of the first ships are seen at the horizon. About 30.000 soldiers is heading this way … Continue reading
Encounter – Trap within trap
The house of Simon had burnt down. We all knew what had happened. The hunters had found his haven because of him being tainted. We talked it over and agreed we must do an investigation of the site to see … Continue reading
Encounters – Down cistern over wall
The night started as so many other nights with hunting. At least for Bael, Simon and William who all started for blood. I went on a trip around the city, moving thru the catacombs to count the probable holy men … Continue reading
Monks at our door Part II
Next night we had someone hammering our chantry door again. Who could it be? Had the hunters found us? was it an army of werewolfs? No. A monk. And surprice! He invited us to Malachai. We where to arrive two … Continue reading
Monks at our door Part I
The problems in Constantinople keeps adding themselfes up. There is a new problem. Redundancy. Things keep repeating themselfs. Take the monks for example. A couple of nights ago someone knocked at the door at our chantry. A monk in all … Continue reading
