After the Fire

This blog is a work of fiction based on a game run using the Monster Hearts R.P.G system. Any relations to people living or dead, places, or any events mentioned in this blog are purely coincidental. This blog is for entertainment only. Read and enjoy!
 

Dear Reader,

I write this in the hopes that my families legacy will not be forgotten...After a fire that destroyed the only home I have ever known I find myself lost in nostalgia.

But, the greatest loss of the flames, is my family history. The Godfrieds have kept a very good record of all of their exploits, pains, triumphs, and lessons for future Godfrieds to learn from...I feel almost compelled to tell my story and so, here it is.

I suppose every story must have a beginning.

My great, great, great, great Grandfather Alaric Godfried was a Knights Templar during the third crusade almost 700 years ago. When the Catholic Church deemed it necessary to "disband" the Templar's, his temple monastery just outside of what is now Southern Munich was attacked. His home, his family, all he had ever known was burned and his home razed to the ground.

Alaric took a mighty blow and fell amongst his fellow brothers in the chapel where they had made their last stand....

However, as he lay dying amongst his brothers, wounded, and without hope a being appeared before him. The being was a large red dragon with six wings and 12 eyes, each blindfolded, and it spoke to him-offering him healing, power, and revenge, for his immortal soul and those of his first born sons.

Alaric, being fifty years of age accepted without another question. He did not plan on having any sons, nor did he plan on surviving his next encounter with his assailants. So, he did what he thought was best.

He accepted.

He found his assailants and with his new found ally, smote all but one of them as they returned otherwise victorious along the road south to the Vatican. Alaric was badly wounded in the fray once more and collapsed beside an old farmers mill. There he met the millers daughter, my great,great,great,great, Grandmother Gisella.

They fell in love, got married, and before he knew it, he had a first born son Albert Alaric Godfried. My great Grandmother died in childbirth and thus the vicious family curse began. Every first born son of my family tree is born with the mark of Samael, the dragon demon who haunts my family. As we call for his aid, for assistance or material things, Samael adds another part to the tattoo across our form. Once the tattoo is complete....We die. Of course, not before having another heir.

So, that is my family history. It is a long, dark, tale of gentleman and tyrants, scholars and merchants. However, recently my father was a great businessman. Trading stocks like he knew exactly what to invest in (no doubt thanks to his business partner 'Sammy'), he married my mother a beautiful, smart, well respected woman name Natalie and not long afterword, they had me. My mother died in child birth much to my father's grief and I was named after him.

He later re-married a gold-digging woman who cheated on him prolifically, and he died not long afterword, leaving me alone with a woman who hated my very existence and her two children by other men.

They died in the fire. I feel like it was my fault...I didn't like them, but...they didn't deserve that kind of an end...

If I hadn't though, my friends, and I would be dead....Not to mention Robin...

I won't let anything bad happen to her...I made a promise and I plan to keep it.

Samael and this rollercoaster of a year be damned I'll keep us safe.

-V