written by Tam

The night howled and chased the travelers from their meeting with the old man and covered the elderly mans laughter as they eagerly tred towards their fate. The childe that was forgotten by all but legend. And as the travelers sought out the tomb where she was hidden, they found themselves growing increasingly excited and greedy, thinking of how they would have power beyond their dreams. Be able to live forever as these beautiful creatures called Kindred did.
Their trip was tedious, and it took them another full day of light to get to the tomb and break the seals upon it. Most of the seals were made to repel kindred, but they did not know. There was one also to repel any living creature from this place, and as the air itself seemed to cave in and crush the poor fool standing in front of the seal when breaking it, the others only grew more excited. They could not read the warning signs, could not heed the dangers even if they knew what they were. These were children of man trying to unleash something they knew not.
Within the tomb they found their prize, the massive stone coffin sat there, like a great alter, symbols and runes covered the resting place of Nivrim Arthad, and as they tried to rushed forwards to break open the coffin, they missed the old archaic language scripted onto the lids surface.
� Thou shall not Embrace those who are unworthy,
though shall not use the Embrace as punishment,
Neither shall you Embrace the youngest, who
should live long before being brought into
My family, so that the wisdom of our line
will grow.�

It took the strength of all the travelers to lift that lid, and even then they struggled with it for many minutes before revealing what lay inside that cold stone resting place. It was Nivrim, looking just as she had centuries ago when she was embraced, young, barely an adult. After lifting her out, they discovered on the floor of the coffin, a mark, a single closed eye, unseeing, and as most fawned around Nivrim to speak in hushed tones and ponder what they must do to waken her. Two men stood around and puzzled over the odd symbol.
As the travelers finally decided how to wake the woman Nivrim, those hanging back by the coffin cried out, for they had lifted the bottom of the coffin, and under that symbol lay the body of another who resembled Nivrim. Another young girl lay there, looking almost the same age as Nivrim, and also deep in the sleep of Torpor. Her hair looked like fire, her skin pale as lilys and her body was dressed in the old fashions of three centuries ago. And the travelers were baffled about this second, for the legend only spoke of one childe lost and hidden because of the mistake of her sire. But this looked like a second childe. They debated a long time about waking them both now, and finally it was decided they would, for the two must be sisters, else why would they be laid to rest together like that?
And as the blood of two of the travelers hit the lips of the sleeping Arthad Sisters, they started to wonder what it was they would be waking, and they grew timid suddenly, but the blood had wakened the pair and the two Childer of Arthad woke in frenzy, to show the travelers their mistake.
Those travelers never returned but the crypt which they had entered lays open and barren now. The lost writings still upon the lid of that coffin somewhere in the tomb, were unheeded and again were lost.