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]