The Thessalian Scrolls

Turn off your mind, relax and float downstream it is not dying, it is not dying Lay down all thoughts, surrender to the void it is shining, it is shining Hello, visitor. Welcome to the Thessalian scrolls.  Enter freely. Go safely, and leave something of the happiness you bring. This is a place to share information about the never-ending war of the Kindred. If you have reached this place by chance, please find out what this is all about  here . If you came willingly, take a sit and allow me to tell you a story of the eternal struggle. I hope this collection of deeds can entertain you, and  maybe you can extract some interesting conclusions among all these scattered scraps. What you are reading now is the report for the month of May. As you may know by now, I am collecting information about the tournaments that are registered in the VEKN event calendar, and  the decks that won. The VEKN is the main portal for any player who wants to be informed on the evolution of the...

 Brussels, one friday back in 2021. A cold and twisting wind suddenly battered the street, lifting leaves and dust up in the air, only to let them fall again near the feet of a motionless figure standing at the corner. Imeroni turned up the collar of his coat. Not that he needed to cover himself from the chill, as the power of his blood was enough to keep him confortable without effort. But he had willingly kept doing those gestures through the long years of his existence, partly to blend with the life in the city, but also to retain some of his memories of mortality. He looked up again, as he had been doing for the last hour. Nothing unusual seemed to be happening inside the building in front of him. But he knew that, if any of his enemies wanted to set a trap for him, they would probably settle it all so that everything seemed quiet and safe. He trusted his host as one of his scarce old friends, and knew he probably would be waiting  calmly  behind the illuminated ...