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.