Call of the Blood

Of Feasts and Dreams

Proverbs 23:2 For the drunkard and the glutton will come to poverty, and slumber will clothe them with rags.

The year of our Lord 1453
4th of October

As we stood over our defeated quarry, a lamenting serenity wrapped around our hearts like a thick woolen blanket. It became hard to speak, as if our voices left us to mourn the poor woman. Before we buried her, Dr. Rahvin patched up the wounded as best he could, but it seems as though the miasma of the jew had taken root in master Logarion. I gave the last rites to the wife of Otmar, and I will pray for her daily.

As soon as the sermon was complete, we were eager to be off. Alas, due to the long travels we had endured, it was getting quite dark, and Logarion was sadly not able to take care of himself. Therefore I decided we should take the hunting lodge that the witch had occupied. Luckily that thrice-damned miscreant had taken her leave, so we faced no opposition. As the group started to make themself ready for bed, we scheduled some guards. I really must take some blame for what comes next, seeing as I did not object to Will staying awake for the second night in a row. As a leader, I am expected to lead by example, and must start taking guard when my companions are too tired. 

I have beaten around the bush too long… In the night, I was waylaid by a beast most terrible! A beast that from latter findings lives off of the organs of its victims. Our work here is not yet done…

Needless to say, I did not get much sleep after that. And we trekked back to the hamlet of Dietersgrün. Where I met my good old friend and servant Bartholemew Reinstedt! Finally, my things will be in order! He also brought me Custus!

After a quick bath, we got started on the feast which was promised us for slaying the wolf menace. And what a lovely time it was. I got to show the locals some of the court dances I know, and the food was not terrible at all!

I also noticed that Lorgarion was up and about! His wounds had healed much better than expected. He implied that the doll-maker was some sort of miracle worker. This understandably peaked my interest, and bad Lorgarion get to the bottom of it.

My family needs a miracle



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