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The Journals of Katerina Romanov, Clan Tremere.
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If you have come here it must be to learn more of me. The life of the Undead. Of the Kindred. Canites. But why me? Is there something you hope to learn by trying to talk with a member of the most hated clan? Yes, all other clans either hate or fear the Tremere. For we are not as old as the others. We were not granted this unlife, but rather Tremere saw it and took it. Yes, unlife is not any easier for our clan.


I do not think I came to this unlife by accident. Uniquie individuals were chosen. Brought together. Given a choice of unlife, and protecting humanity. Seven clans accepted, and seven neonates were embraced. The next three nights, together again, forming a bond so hard to break. A perfect circle to gain our trust. One bound to the next, forming a circle of blood bonds. Yes, this was our start. A simple start or so it seemed.


The journey I took from my mortal home, to my evening of embrace was not an easy one. I was well schooled, wich was rather uncommon. I spoke more than my native language of Russian. I also spoke Latin, Italian, German, Greek and soon after starting my journies, learned to speak french.


The first thing that was odd about my journey was we only traveled at night. By the time I figured out who two of my traveling companions were (or the real reason I'd been offered work), we had traveled too far for me to journey back on my own. Not that there was anything to journey back to. No family, and no real friends to speak of. So on ward I went. Nothing to lose except my life.


The journey was so uneventful that I would now skip to my introduction to the rest of the coteri that I would be joining.
Those of the seven clans that have decided to join together.

Of course there was me. I was blood bonded to William, a Brujah. He was bound to Rebecca, a Toreador. She was bound to Lars, a Gangrel. He was bound to Alyce, a Ventru. She was bound to Volf, a Nosforatu. He was bound to Dresden, a Malkavian. He was bound to Katerina, and that would be me. Thus forming our circle of blod bonds. It would be our one strength or our weakness. Only time will tell.

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Posted: January 14, 2004 CE.