User blog:Walkingdowntheblackpath/Through the Fog of Eternity - Alexandria 48 BCE

From the journals of Eshmounhilles, waking from his first Torpor in Alexandria, Egypt.

The burning library woke me from my first Torpor. I was unaffected by the flames but I am wading through the Fog of Eternity, the first time. Dream and fact clash and merge, and I do not know if what I remember has passed in the world or just in my mind. Knowing one day I would have fallen into Torpor I have kept journals, but to save myself I have lost many papyri in the fire caused by that foolish Julius Caesar. I have...dreamt...of the days in Carthago, and i remember deep conversations with Ilyes, our Grandsire, who then called himself Troile the Elder and ruled with wisdom over a haven for kindred and kine, but that cannot be. All the lore says that the Brujah Antediluvian was diablerized by his childe Troile, his only childe, in the Second City, centuries before I was born by my mortal mother and then sired by Belit-Sheri a few years later. Who's Childe is Belit Sheri, then? How did she learn Temporis? Who are we that call ourself True Brujah? Carthago, how was it? Parts of my mind remember the city as the Utopia dreamt by the whole Clan before we divided in two, parts of me remember Troile walking to the burning fires where children were sacrificed to Moloch, hoping to feel something inside. Wasn't I among those that spurred the Roman Ventrue to lay Carthago bare? Which one is true? Which one is dream?

