The Doctor's Journal

The mind is a chaotic thing. My mind has been fractured., I fight against the darkness:. Fight against his wish to release the right hand of the Bblood Emperor s. Soo that she may start the process to free her beloved. However, in this world there are so many who seek power. There is no one I can really trust, not even my own mind. The few times my mind is free of Hhis influence; I can sort out my chaotic thoughts. My mind is so fractured,. tThe few times it is clear. I have no choice but to put my thoughts on to paper. To fight the servant of the Bblood gGod, to prevent Hhis release, I must use my knowledge to stop them. Ffrom ever finding out how to do such a thing. I must find all the evidence that speaks of Hhis beloved in this world and then find a way to destroy it. To keep it hidden from my dark self-. Oonly allowing my clear mind to know. This journal will help me when I have forgotten my role; it will aid me to remember what the memory of my purpose is on this realm. Once it has been done, I can finally rest. I AM

January 03/1813

This ancient castle hidden in the Alpine mountains will serve my purpose. I will rebuild it using the powers of the Ice Queen. Using science and the occult., I have shackled the Fae and can now use her power as I see fit. Within these walls, I will construct a device that will truly harness all of her might. The mountains have the iron I need. The powers I have inherited from that cursed place, will allow me to gather the rest. Time has no meaning for me. I will never age,- a curse and a gift. This will give me time to build what I need. In this place, I will discover where she slumbers. Once When I do, I will destroy all I find will be destroyed and maybe by then, I will have the knowledge to either destroy her sleeping body or find a place outside of this reality, in which to trap her torpid form.

January 5/1817

All is complete, the powers of Mab is are now mine to control. I have gone through the journal that was written by the Mage scholar, which Dulac had in his possession. The memory of that place and the knowledge I received from the creature. Hhas allowed me to discover false information within those pages. I believe that powerful occult mysticism has been use to hide the truth. However, the scholar did manage to find some truth. The child and her name is one such truth, but the year is off by close to 500,. tThe generals and the creature have much truth. The story of the venture hasve grains of truth. The hidden one is a misdirection. What I find fascinating is that nothing is written on the Queen is written. Her name is seared into my mind: Zianibelial Aknomsham Sukkalgir Gal-shari. She who was born from the blood of the first Cainite, from the land beyond the east. Her love,; a creature that has not walked this earth in over 20 millennia. She is the key. How? I do not know. All I know is that while my mind is still my own, I must focus it all on finding her resting place. Then I must find some way to keep her from ever walking this earth, again.

January 20/1817

Riddles and lies it is are all I find. The truth is hidden. Even with the power of Mab I have a hard time finding what I need. I must use my knowledge of science and the occult. This alone may be the solution to this cursed mystery. I feel Hhim trying to cloud my mind once again. I should be spending all my time on my quest to find the qqueen. However, Hhis never-endingnever-ending whispers wants me to worship her and free her. He wants my love, this I cannot allow. She is so radiant it makes my soul weep with joy. ENOUGH! I will use an art Hhe does not comprehend,- that of science. My power lies in the knowledge I have of the human body and mind. I have gathered so many specimens to test on. Now I am finally starting to understand the workings of the mind,. tThis I can use. Maybe I can use it to aid my master.....

March 28/1817

Africa, this is where my research has led me. The black cursed continent, the so-called Ccradle of Mman. Is this where Hhe came from,? nNo. Maybe this is where hHe first subjugated hHis followers; so that they could aid hHim, in bring the world under hHis rule. The knowledge toof her location is hidden somewhere there. Still I hear hHis whispers, but not for long. I have opened the minds of many;, studied their pulsing brains,. Mmapped it them like a cartographer. Soon their secrets will be mine. You hear that??. YOUR WHISPERS WILL NOT SWAY ME!!

June 4/1819

TOvert two years,. tTwo long and arduours years of research and study,. cCarving and prodding the minds of man, womaen, child and beast.. FFinally, I have come to found a solution., a A way to keep his whispers at bay. His powers is great., hHe is great and beautiful. However, I will finally keep Hhis whispers away from my mind, for a time. Long enough at least. So that I can to do what I must-. Tto destroy Hhis beloved and stop Hhim from ever walking this earth once again.

August 15/1819

It is quiet now. His sweet words are absent from Mmy mind is absent of his sweet words. My experiment worked. In the end, I had to work on my own mind. Pierce and prod it. Use both occult and scientific means of silencing him. I happened to catch my own reflection. Those who once knew me would have a hard time recognising me now. The experiment damaged much of my flesh and bones. I have had to replace it, with that of other beasts. My bones are no longer white and weaek, but hard and black. They grind inside of me when I walk. However, I find the sound soothing;. Ssomething to replace Hhis whispers,, which I find myself missing. Now that hHe can no longer interfere., I will finally be able to discover where she his hidden. Then I will do what I must.

July 21/1820

Egypt is where my research has lead me. A land of sand and an unforgiving sun. By using the powers of Mab., I have come across an ancient stone tablet. Wwritten in a hieroglyphic language. After many nights of researchresearch, I learned that it was Egyptian. I feel it in my iron bones, that this ancient sand stone has contains a piece of the puzzle, which, which I need to find the Queen. However, my knowledge in the Egyptian language is lacking. I have however found out discovered that there is an expert, one on ancient Egyptology in my old home, Paris. I will travel there and invite Professor Jean-Franis Champollion to my beautiful home.

September 26/1820

I spent quite some time in Paris trying to convince the good professor to join me. During that time, I had him look at the hieroglyphs that I discovered. He was very interested in the ancient scripture, but he was not interested in leaving Paris,. hHe was a man overly attached to his home. After a month of trying to convince Jean-Francois and having him refuse me,. I did not feel like I had time to continue this farce. Therefore, I took him by force. I clouded his mind., Mmaking him believe that we were only traveling within Paris. When I brought him out of the dream -like state,, he started actingbecame hysterical., Sscreaming and raving at me. I tried to quiet him and I accidentally crushed his neck. As he was lying on the floor, trying to breathe through a broken trachea. It was at this point, that, I realized that I could gain his knowledge by consuming his mind. With the powers I possess and the powers of Mab., I learned that if I consumed the brain I would gain their knowledge. At first, it took me a few days to sort out the useless memories, to from those I needed. Within a few days, I had learned everything the professor knew about Egyptology. Now I will study the ancient hieroglyphs. Maybe what I seek is hidden within these ancient scriptures.

October 18/1820

Finally, I have discovered the queen's last-known whereaboutsin what part of Egypt that the queen was last known to be. It is: deep in in the deep south of the Southern Sahara desert, f. Far from any other form of human civilization. I have not narrowed it down further than that. However, I have only deciphered half of the ancient Egyptian scripture. From what I have managed to discovered so far, it seems that the Queen had a following and that they builtd a temple for her and hid it by occult means. A cult, those who worship her beauty and love.....

December 08/1820

In 1460 B.C., Hatshepsut, the first female and most beloved ruler of Ancient Egypt started construction in the far south of Egypt. It is rumoured that she was building a temple to some unknown ancient creature. Could this be the beloved queen of the bBlood Ggod? I must dig further into the life of Hatshepsut. Maybe there will be more information somewhere in her past. It is said that she died by mysterious means. It is quite possible she never died, but left to be with her beloved Zianibelial.

January 10/1821

As I suspected, a decade after her death, a group of Ssetite elders used their influence over the Ppharaoh Thutmose II. tTo send a massive army south. The army never returned and of the four elder sSetites involved, only one had not been destroyed two years after the army left for the south. I found an ancient Egyptian parchment;. In it are the mad words of the sSettite elder. He speaks of a great garden hidden by a circle of mountains. In its centre, there is a massive pyramid, smooth as glass and made of some kind of onyx. The temple seemed to have been formed from a single piece. This masterwork could never have been formed by the hand of man. Powerful arcane arts where used to construct this unholy structure. He speaks of a jungle that surrounds the pyramid, but it is completely without life. Standing within the ancient forest, one feels likeas if one is being watched. The leaves do not stir, the wind does not blow, there is not life within. Yet still the Jungle is green and full of vigour. This I believe is the last known resting place of the queen. Within I might find her sleeping form. There is also talk of a hidden oasis. To find the temple, one has to find the oasies. After having studied the history of Hatshepsut, I have discovered where the secrets wheere hidden.: Wwith her high priest. AThere is a rare carving was found of Hatshepsut and her high priest Hapuseneb. I had to travel to London . Tto find the carving, but once I did, I quickly figured out the answers. Like most things ancient, the stars guided them.

January 28/1821

This obsidian pyramid is where I must go. I have gathered a small expedition party. Using the power that flow within my veins, I have cast an Illusion on myself. I have Ggiven myself the appearance of Professor Jean-Franis Champollion. As him, I have announced this new expedition. It will take some months of preparation for this trip. I have almost finished deciphering the ancient stone tablet. It seems the starres will guide me to where I will find the last piece of the puzzle: oin the location of the Onyx temple of Zianibelial.

March 19/1821

I have finally arrived in Egypt. In two days, we are to set out from Cairo, to find what I have spent the last century trying to findsearching for. We must travel at night and rest during the day,. iIf not, I will not be able to find the path to the lost Ooasies. Maybe this will finally let allow me to find a way, to release my soul from the shackles of the Bblood gGod. If not, then perhapsmaybe I can destroy something that Hhe loves,; destroy the only thing that can set Hhim free. HoweverOn the other hand, maybe that is what I am meant to do, to free my beloved Ggod andd. To allow hHis power ionto this world. NO! You will not sway ME!!!!!

April 03/1821

For two weeks, we have travelled, always moving under the cover of night. The night ais colder than I thought. However, the skies are clear and the stars twinkle brightly in the darkness. This has allowed me to guide use ever closer to the oasies. A few of the locals, who were hired to carry our baggageed, have died. I made it look likeappear as though they died from sickness, or exhaustion, and one from the sting of a scorpion. So far, only four have perished. The locals porters are whispering of a curse following this expedition. I have started making a concoction that I will put in their food and drink to. This will make them more docile and easier to influence. I need them until we reach the oOasies, for I believe that in order to find the ancient pyramid, I will need to sacrifice many quiet a lot of them. After all, she is the queen to a blood god. Her secrets can only be found, with the spilling of blood, the sweet nectar of mortal life.

April 10/1821

Another local porter perished., tThe others threreatened to leave. They started packing their belongings and when one of mercenaries Ia brought with me tried to stop them, it sparked a disturbancen anger. Things got a bit rough, and had I not intervened I am sure that lives would have been lost, w. Which would behave been a waste. My alchemical concoction worked and when I spoke to them I used a trickle of my powers, just enough to soothe their minds. Eventually they all calmed down, but. However, not before looking to one man amongst them. I believe this to be their leader. I must talk to him in private;, bind his will to mine so that there will be no more interruptions on this trip.

April 20/1821

Finally! I have found it. After over a month of travelling in this wasteland of blistering heat and bone chilling cold,. I have discovered the oasies. Even with all the information I had, we almost missed it. The oasies is hidden in a basin, surrounded by sand stones. It was not until one of the mercenaries almost fell in that we discovered it. The basin is manmade, and so, I believe, is the oasies,. aA mixture of human ingenuity and occult means has made this place possible. It has remained for over two thousand years. It took us some time to figure out how to get down there., Tthe old path having been worn away by sand, wind and time. Eventually I sent down one my mercenaries with a rope. , wWhen the locals porters saw that it was safe, they quickly started the construction of a lift, with ropes and pulleys. We will spend some time here until I find the answers I seek.

April 25/1821

This place is riddled with secrets. So far, I have not found anything to indicate where I should travel, or how to find the hidden temple. The good thing is that the locals seemed to have relaxed. This place seems to have a soothing effect on the mortals. This might be some kind of mystical trap,. Mmaking the mortals lethargic. However, I have not found any remains of other mortals, s. So I might be mistaken. Finding what I need might take more time than I thoughtat first thought.

May 02/1821

After days of searching, I discovered a small tunnel hidden by a brush and sand. At first there seemed to be nothing significant inside. It looked like a storage area, where I found broken pieces of pottery. However, uUpon a closer inspectioncloser inspection, I noticed something odd about the walls. What at first lookeds like scratches weare in fact ancient hieroglyphs, and along with what could be ancient a Alchemymical symbols. I must study theise. Hidden within could be the answers I am searching for.

May 16/1821

These symbols I believe these symbols are to be what I have been looking for. I believePerhaps they are some kind of formula for a concoction that will allow me to see the hidden temple. There is also another verse from the poem that was found on the tomb. It reads:

"My eyes were opened Once when I drank the elixir of the queen,. my eyes where opened and hHer temple was revealled to me after I had marched for another 14 nights safe in the safe palm of Osiris."

I believe that once I have worked out the formula that is spoken of, I must leave the oOasis. Then finally, I will find the lost temple of my master's beloved queen. No! She is not beloved, but a curse upon this world!!!

May 25/1821

Fascinating. This formula is something I must record down in my notes. It lets allows one to see look into another world of sorts,. It lets one see through the veil into a place hidden between the umbra and this world.

The great thing is that the herbs and plants needed to create this concoction isare located within the ohis Oasis. I believe they were planted here for the followers of the queen. Why was the formula carved into the tunnel walls? Madness perhaps?

June 11/1821

Amazing! As I stand here upon a mountain range in the middle of the desert, looking I look down into a jungle. This is what Egypt might have looked like before it turned into the desert it is now:. Ggiant palm trees;, lush, green, tropical trees that I have never seen before seen., pPlants and bushes in red, dark purples, yellows and pinks dots the hidden jungle. In the middle of this lost jungle, rising out of it for close to a hundred meters, is the lost onyx pyramid. As I walk down and old woarn path that might have been stairs carved into the rock, I notice that the jungle is completely silent. The further in I walk, the more I notice the absences of life. The only sounds I hear areis the slight rustle of the trees and plants as the wind caresses them, and that of water,, most likely from a river nearby. Of the 150 I men I brought with me on this trip, only 40 remain. The other lives where well used. Those that are left are loyal to me, mercenaries that I spend good coin on. Then aAs the days and nights passed, I mixed my blood into their food, combining that with the powers I now wield. They are as loyal to me as a hounds to theirits master, or . Eeven more so. Tomorrow I will study the black pyramid more closerly. I have a feeling that more blood must be spilled, so that I might discover the secrets within.

June 13/1821

My assumption was confirmedAs I thought. aAfter a long night of study, and with the help of the mystic powers that course through my unnatural frame., I was able to learn of how to gain entrance to the pyramid.: I need the blood of a mortal. I asked one of the mercenaries to sacrifice himself for greatness. With honeyed words and unnatural means, he agreed with a smile. I hung him upside down from a tree and slit his throat, draining his blood into a bucket. This I poured his lifeblood onto the pyramid's eeastern side. The blood revealled a Babylonian inscription, ure. Aa language in which I am well versed in. It spoke of the great Qqueen, and of what one must do to enter this sacred place. One musthas to speak the right words and PUT put pressure on the correct sequenceins of symbols.

These fFive of these speak of her beloved; pressing them in the right sequence will open the gates of this dark place, and. Where I will finally find what I seek.

July 14/1821

Over a month has passed,of searching and avoiding deadly traps and spells hidden within. All those I brought with me have given their lives. Had it not been for the unnatural strength and resilience of my mind and body, I too would have perished. Nevertheless, I have finally found her resting place, or where she once did rest. Her sleeping form is not within the onyx and marble sarcophagus. At first, I raged, tearing great chunks out of the walls and shattering statues of ancient gods. However, when I calmed down I realised that the coffin is carved in the shape of the ancient queen. The image is that of a wingless anglel lying on a bed of stars. Her body is carved in the purest snow white marble, lying atop and onyx bed studded with diamonds. and Oon the sides are Sumerian glyphs in gold, telling a story. The one, who carved this, could not have been a mortal man, but something much more. The statue looks so much alive, that at any moment I am expecting her to awaken. , wheneverAs I walk around the room, it feels like the head and eyes are moving following my every step. Maybe a part of her was fused within this masterful work of art. The closer I look, the more I felel her embrace andto her pure angelic voice telling me how to free my beloved master. Arrg! No my mind is my OWN!

I now know how to track her down. With this image, I can use an ancient spell that I stole from the mind of an ancient Tremere. With her image, I can finally track her movement.

September 10/1821

I tried to destroy as much as I could, but I could not bring myself to the destroy that beautiful coffin. At least, not at first. I think I might have forced myself to do it. I am not sure. My mind has becaome more fractured a few days after I discovered her sarcophagus. Something drove me away. No, I did destroy it. Ah, again I can again hear hHis whispers, luring me into releasing her and serving Hhim. I must get back to my stronghold. I must pierce my mind with iIron and science. I must remove Hhim firrom my soul. Science, mysticism, the occult, all of it I will use to quiet Hhis beautiful whispers....