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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Bogged down
The hunt for der Nächwolf

The year of our Lord 1453
3rd of October

After a harrowing experience the night before, I was not expecting a good nights sleep, but after a great effort by my men to keep watch, I was able to embrace my tiredness fully.

The night went without a hitch, and despite of the rumpled bed, I slept like a babe in its mothers embrace. Herr Otmar offered to make breakfast, which turned out to be a hilarious amalgamation between a pheasant and a hare stuffed with some weird root-bulb he called "potatoes".

Will and Martinus had spent some of the night patrolling, but they were up in time for Will to prepare the horses for travel. 

After learning that the town is without a holy man, I took it upon myself to hear their confessions. After-all, there is no wonder the town is beset by devil-spawn if it has been forsaken by god.

We set off in good faith, and made good time with Will's immaculate tracking. At first the blood we followed was that of der Nächtwolf. It had been cursed by the allmighty with the plague, which is befitting a monster of Lucifer. The odd part was that the trail stopped after just a few hundred meters(insert archaic measurement here). No matter, there were more than enough tracks to follow, and even if that had failed, the local hunters would lead us to the spot.

A few hours into the trek, the weather began to show signs of the fog these parts are known for. Needless to say, we were leaving the safety of Christian lands. Not long after, we arrived at the bog.

Here we had to leave the horses, for the ground grew mighty perilous. We bad the locals to take our horses back to the village, and we carried our equipment the rest of the way.

In the bog, the tracks started to make less sense… A human's footprints got intertwined with the wolves. As i learned later, it was those of a local witch.
Half-way submerged into a stagnant pool was the carcass of that wolf Martinus shot late last night. The arrow had pierced the belly of the beast. A masterful shot indeed.
Still after this, in the middle of the marsh, we stumbled upon a small "island" made of old roots and soil. This was like reaching heaven for me, as I had been slogging through the swamp, in my heavy plate and armed to the teeth. I got the chance to brush off some of that thrice-damned rotten dirt the entire area was made of. Well, back to the topic. On this small dry-spot we saw signs of a scuffle between the Alpha and this mysterious person. It was obviously the witch of which I eluded to earlier, as we found well-groomed silver hairs…

Speak of the devil, and he shall appear. We tracked the human prints straight to the door of an old hunting-lodge. As caution dictates, we were careful and sent our most capable scouts forth to detect danger. Martinus erringly judged the creepy woman in the hut to be of no danger, so he called the rest of us forth to meet her. I knew even before the incident that this woman, who introduced herself as "Analise"(which for the enlightened is an anagram for Sea Nail[an old name for the devil]) was a satanist, but as I stared into her jet-black eyes, she plucked at my mind demanding obscene things. That god-forsaken witch had cast a spell upon me! And worse: no-one would believe me!

As the dim-wit Martinus quite literally preceded to take the role of the devils-advocate, we determined that capturing and bringing the beast to the village would be the best thing to do right now.

We treked to the devils den, and found poor Dietmars wife, dead. The beast had used the poor woman in some sort of self-empowerment ritual. The less said about the wounds.. the better.

As we found the den, all we had to do was lay an ambush. And what an ambush we laid down! We took care of that foul beast with hardly any problems what so ever. I was not scared even a little! No sir!
Dr. Rahvin did something nifty though that I will have to look into further… Fast moving metal orbs, seemed to to quite some damage.

As the Nächtwolf jumped us, i clove it's head so that its brain leaked out, which is an awful shame, seeing as we needed the beast alive. A cursory inspection after the fact showed us that the beast was in fact a most god-less creature, having turned it's back on the messias. It was a Jew.

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A plea for help!
The story begins

The year of our Lord 1453
2nd of October

Not too long ago, Will, Faust, Dr. Hemmeilfart, and master Logarion recieved letters from a mutual aquaintance, Father Januch Kramer

Seeing as I had just came home from my time in the holy city of Rome, I was naturally itching to get away from my family again and test my mettle. To be blunt, I was getting quite tired from my brothers nearly hourly insistence that I marry this upstart Hapsburg widow. She is probably barren anyway, being 35 years old and childless.

This call to arms came to me like a gift from god. It might even have the added benefit of gaining the favor from the local nobility? That would be something! Me, brokering an alliance between my family and the Solms-Braunfels! I was never really the greatest diplomat, so that would carry much favor with my brother.

I digress. This was supposed to be about the travels. We left early morning Thursday the 27th of september. in the thick fog the Hassegau county is known for(although the weather cleared up quite nicely), heading for the small hamlet Nordlingen, which in hindsight was a mistake, seeing that the holy father could just have sent us straight to Dietersgrund, and saved us from almost a week of travels. Worst of all, I had forgot to pack my priced graduation sword, Custos!

When we arrived at Nordlingen the 30th of September, the rain had begun to fall. We found the hamlet in a dilapidated state that is all too common after the great cleansing happened. The chapel which housed the Father was in no way better off than the rest. The Father was clad all in white with a symbol reserved for the holy men of Jarnum. I thought this a bit peculiar, and he was oddly evasive about the subject. Something is definately off about this whole ordeal, seeing that he actually seemed startled that I showed up, and if I am wrong may god show me the error of my ways!

Father Januch did not have much time for us, and was anxious to be on his way (or away from us?) To my soul-wrenching disappointment, this call to arms was nothing more than a wolf-hunt to help some god-forsaken hamlet. Not the grand quest I was envisioning as my steppingstone towards fame and fortune.

After a little while we were on our way again. Löwe was beginning to get quite agitated and was refusing the dried meats I had been feeding him. I took that as a sign that it was high time to try out my fishing equipment. It was a lovely night with me and the boys enjoyng some fresh fish under the starlight. I might remember that night for years to come.

As we crossed the border to the Solms-Braunfels' lands, we were stopped by a drunk who in a civilized society would be feeling the lash of the whip. This strange sinner was not only a drunkard but also a habitual gambler. He insisted in wasting his equipment, and giving it to our traveing band in three quite unfair tasks. We left him in the cold rain, with only his shabby trousers. I wrote this down in the introduction-letter I intend to send to the local Lord.

On the cloudy eve of Tuesday the 2nd of October, we arrived in Dietersgrund. The area was quite bountiful, and had been blessed with green pastures. We noticed immediately that the livestock of the locals seemed quite untouched by the ravening devilspawn said to harass the locals.

As we closed in on the hamlet, me and Faust went to ask around at the local logging-camp while the rest found us some lodging. The loggers mentioned that they were afraid of working on the fort that is under construction. The peasant also had tales of the local farmer Otmars wife being taken by a huge pitch black wolf with two heads, but as we saw later it was most definitely a Nachtwolf!

As me and faust arrived at the farmers lodging, we found the rest of the party in a heated discussion with Otmar and two huntsmen. The huntsmen was a father and his son, while they were both a bit on the rugged side, the son was a strapping lad. To everyones dismay, they were nothing but charlatans. Will with his keen eyes and even keener knowledge of animals saw right through their deceit, and exposed them in private as not to cause an uproar. The pelt they had shown the poor farmer was years older than what it should have been.

While that was all well and good, we also took a trip to the local dollmaker (of all things). Mostly I wanted to meet him for the curio of such a profession in such a diminutive settlement, but he also might have some information about the wolf-problem. While he did have a fine Lion-doll and a few tidbits of information, what really peaked my interest was his bottle of Lotus… Needless to say I got a hold of it.

As we went out in the night, to find our accommodations, we heard howls. Spine chilling sounds that made frost and fog rise from the crevasses of the earth. The moon itself dimmed as nearly a dozen wolf beset us, clearly sensing the holy mission we had been tasked with. The spawn of the devil feels a physical pain in the vicinity of holy powers my mentor used to say. Needless to say, he was proven right this night. 

My men fought valiantly. Will took out a few by throwing stones and sticks at them. Faust saved Will from certain dismemberment when he clove a wolf in twain with a single strike from his axe!
As we fought, it was clear that the prayers we offered up was what drove the foul beasts away.

As they ran, we followed them to get their trail as fresh as we could get. It seems that tomorrow, we will be taking the fight to their pit!

[Excerpt from the diary of Adelwolf]

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