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I am writing this down because I am loosing touch with my past, it get harder
and harder to remember what passed before my first death.
I was born in the old country, on the banks of the Namunas river. This was a few years ago, the Soviets held my homeland. When the time for freedom came I went to help drive the Communists out. I was there when the tanks took the TV station back from the freedom fighters, the only reason I survived was because I ran. Afterwards there seemed little reason for me to stay. I emigrated to America, but found it to be less a land of opportunities then I had been led to believe. Then one night as I returned to my apartment someone was waiting for me... After my death and rebirth I took the name Kraugerys, it seemed appropriate for my new existence. It seems that a vampire, a Tzimisce, had heard about my defense of my homeland. She wished for warriors to fallow her who new what it was to fight for a cause. Before, when I was human, I was weak and I fled. Now I am strong and nothing shall stop me again.
I left my sire for opportunities, and I have found them here in Morgantown. But I cannot understand why we do not unify and attack our enemies! And the Archbishop behaves like Stalin. Soon when we have defeated those wolves that bark at our gates I shall leave this city for some place safer; a manor in thecountry would be easier to defend from my enemies, as well as my "friends." Entrie from the journal of Kraugerys Varnosparnis, Abbot