Fear. Fear makes us do strange things at times.
It can make us run as fleet as a rabbit, or stand like a tree rooted in place. Or it can drive us to do things we could not dream of doing.
I felt its touch many times since my arrival in Barovia. Fear of falling, fear of beasts. Fear for the safety of a man I do not know held in the hands of one some would see only as a monster, or a thing to be killed like a dog gone mad.
I find I am less afraid for my own safety than of those I would protect. Those who come here tired and afraid and lost, lost in place and time and in Spirit.
I saw a man today, a man who had spent his life trying to heal and in the end became that which he fought against. I saw his face in the night, a face of one who was hurting in body and mind and spirit for he was doing that which he had for years fought to reverse the terrible workings of.
I saw his face again later, stained with tears and wearing a mask of sorrow. I felt my heart break as I watched him die. And yet I find a bit of peace in this, for his suffering is at an end now, he no longer serves the legion in this world.
I will always remember his face and his Name.
Allek Mars.
I did not know you, as a man when you lived. Only as the man, I saw you die as.
May you find rest in the Arms of the Lady in the Mists.
I have more thinking to do on this. And more counsel to be sought from Warden Garret and others, I must still work at understanding everything I have learned and seen and how all of this pertains to the Grand Scheme.
Acolyte Micham
4 March 773 Barovian Calendar
Vallaki - Barovia