I arrived in Lexington and for the first time in months, found that someone was happy to see me.

I've done bad things, God knows that I'm not the self controlled individual I could Should be. I have my virtues, true enough, But moral rectitude is not among them and a quiet temper is a sad lack. But I had no idea that I was SUCH a troublemaker that Invictus members all over the country think me an accident waiting to happen.

To be fair, they may be correct. My life has been something of a checkered career. Or at least it seems that way to me.

I never kept a diary. Dulcinea always counseled me to keep one, but I never seemed to have time for it. I see now why she said I should. I was in the ground for a while and yet there are those with long memories, where mine is a chaotic jumble of half remembrance. A running account of my own misdeeds might give me a better understanding of who is still mad at least.

I've been out of eclipse for a scant five years, I made the mistake of falling into old patterns as soon as I arose and now I have a thought, that maybe, it might be good to try to turn over a new leaf. Perhaps I am old enough to have learned some wisdom and yet fresh enough from the earth that I can enjoy a new lease on life. Take up good habits. All that kind of thing.

The world is a very different place. I can remember feeling helpless in times past over changes that would happen in the space of 50 years and remember feeling rushed somehow. Now the world changes incredibly fast and it's all over the internet and CNN in minutes. It is fascinating to me.

It's all so FAST. Not only that, but the scope of human knowledge has become so vast the finest of minds cannot encompass it.

Much of what I know about the world is completely out of date. Moreover, much of what I know about people has become somewhat slippery. Most elders that I have known would be terrified by this. I look upon as a challenge. I will find a place in this new world and perhaps I will get a few more things right this time.

and who knows, perhaps once i've settled in a bit, made a home for myself, perhaps I will strike out and go travelling again. In the mean time, I shall keep a diary. To keep track of my acts, and also to write down those memories from my former life that return to me.

As it is, it is good to find a place where i can rest for a bit.

So, I am met by a very taciturn young vampire at the airport,(named Jared somethingorother.) and driven to see Charles D' Orleans. Who welcomes me very kindly. Charles is very temperate and easygoing in a number of ways. I remembered serving with him in the knightly orders and we spent many nights talking while our betters went about their business behind locked doors.

It turns out that I am arriving to find that the Lancea Sanctum has come to the prince to TELL him that they have found their own bishop guilty of Heresy and that she is to put to death. Now, the Lancea (may they end in thirst!) seem to be bordering on outright rebellion against Charles in his own city. With some difficulty, I held onto my own temper. I don't know who this Mary Jane is, but she is being condemned for the mildest of sins in my opinion. In any case, Charles and the Inquisitor went round and round for a while until the Inquisitor could hold his peace no longer and then asked to be excused.

I met the man who is the Circle of the Crone is the region. He seems a level headed sort, but he has a terrible temper and command of a sort of sorcery that I have never seen. His name is Samuel Wharton. His very home seemed to shake with his rage. Is this some form of Tenure that i am unaware of?

A nice surprise! The Sherrif of the City is an Italian, Indeed a Venetian! Sadly, he is a member of the Ordo. But of the other covenants I find these people the least objectionable. It was good to speak Italian again with Antonio Furio. He may be worth cultivating.

I met a lovely creature in the person of Catherine Whitney. She was coy as only another Daeva can be.

I met a funny little mexican man who apparently is the head of the Carthians named Jeffe. He seemed to be the only one at the table who was having fun. And why wouldn't he, the Invictus and the Sanctified at one another's throats.

There was a younger vampire there named Robert Kerr(?) A charming and affable young man who politely introduced himself. A young man and ambitious. a social climber, I imagine. But still, polite. and politeness goes a long way with me.

I met a number of others too but I was not supplied with names. It appears that the concept of courtly behavior is lost on this generation. Ah well.

Changing times and all.