Eriadian Delegation Returns Home

Thanks to the quick thinking and actions of Jedi  (Matt) and Fringer (Ioun ie Levi) the Eradian delegation's crash landing on the planet Moorja due to a ion storm lead to the safe return of the delegation back to Eriadu. Thank you to the Ithorian Mining Division of Moorja for assisting.
In other news, the white sands of Moorja claim another spaceship.

Following a debriefing at the Jedi consulate, Jedi Matt and Jedi Aj were instructed to investigate strange goings on with mercenaries on the planet of Zonju V and a ancient Sith ruin.

Just Can't Loose That Falling Feeling

Journal excerpt from Marcus Bellecus

Returning to sleep with the Setites, we were awakened by the sounds of fighting in our sleeping chamber. Rising and slaughtering Germanics, we made our way, fighting every step of the way, back to the field of battle all the while looking for Oddessar, the werewolf, as his army sacked and destroy Rome. Fighting a swath outside the walls we find all the werewolves not even fighting and just watching from the hills outside the city.  I realized at this time that saving Rome was already lost  and made ready to parley with Oddessar. The wolven delegation escorted us to the 'new king of  Rome' where I told him he had won the day and that Rome was his. Suprised, he granted us free roam in his lands. We departed for the steps  of Vesuvius to excavate the Minotaurs treasure. In six months we had recovered the treasure, and amassed a sizeable force or ghouls and tradesman. We returned to Rome to compile research on vampire lore, specifically Iyles, the Brujah antediluvian and his current whereabouts. Oddessar is very happy to use our tradesmen to rebuild Rome and gives us a portion of the old city as our own. Years pass in research, a delegation of ghoul historians and researchers travel to Carthage to obtain any information on vampires.

O Rome, Where Art Thou?

Journal excerpt from Marcus Bellecus
I remember going to sleep, waking up and not being able to open my coffin, the distant rumblings of the earth were grinding and breaking the great mountain of Vesuvius at we were sleeping at its slopes.
What happens next is fog. Willing sleep...dreams...memories...floating...listening...marking the passage of time silently in repose.

Then the fresh taste of blood, filling my essence, willing me to move once more.. unknown smells assault the nose. Those gathered around me are my companions and a group of other 'nobles' in strange attire, their accents unfamililar.
"Greetings Elders", they say, "we have brought you back to help us."
How fairs glorious Rome I ask, and they explain the last 300 years of slow decay and the Germanic tribes lead by Oddessar (sp) are at the doorstep of Rome ready for a final assault.
They explain that this German leader is indeed a werewolf that leads a large tribe of the moon. They want us to save Rome. I will do all that I can to save that which gave me a home when I had none, even if my true lord has died and rotted in his grave. Still feeling emaciated I retire tot he library with a page boy scribe and another for a meal and there I learn quite a bit about these werewolves.
Dipping some weapons in silver and looting a few churches to find a 5 foot silver cross suitable for beating wolves about the head and body with the power of this new religion and the tenants, of Set which destroy to remake.
We set out for the front lines and make our intentions known to challenge Oddessar, they reply that he will not but they send out 20 of their battle hardened who die and flee in a matter of seconds. The chorus of howls is indeed loud.