Journal of Fennaler

[Mrjunkie]

Ever since i've enterd the misty lands of Barovia i have kept my sirname to myself, there are so many foreigners its better to be safe than sorry...

I have managed to reastablish my spelltome mostly, but my path to greatness will still take some time...i need dead mans pointy shoe's.
Further more, i have witnessed manyer mage upon the fearfilled lands of Barovia. Most cannot match the greatness of the Red Wizard order..
But recently i encounterd a Cormyrian, she claims to have served under the War Wizards of the Purple Dragons...threat or someone who can aid me to greatness..? I do not know yet but i shall find out, these feint word battles bore me so..

Along the way i have felt my progress slowing to greatness, so i have turned my intention to getting a foothold in this part of the Realms.
I'm keeping myself busy with setting up trade routes aswell as people to sell my merchandise.

The Vardo seem a worthy enough organization to barter with, a warm smile and swift services on the exterior...makes me wonder what they do among themselves. I have requested them to sell my Alchemist supplus, soon i shall gather all Alchemists to agree on a singular price for the worthy product.

My recent trip to Hazlan proved fruitfull, i met a Mage named Yussuf, after presenting him with the gift of the Shadowshield from myself and the Illusionists house we spoke buisness.
He can offer me workers, soldiers and women...if only my father could see me now...

After a unfortunate misslead deal in Dmentlieu...by the weave i hate that accent, i found myself in the Chapel of the LawGiver on the forsaken isle of Blaustein.
In the hope that their ruler, Lord Bluebeard was more hospitable than the smugglers of Dmentlieu i offerd my ware's. He shows favour for the women...i must speak to Yussuf and arrange some 'samples'.

After the long boat trip back to Barovia, buisness was still on my mind. I didnt hesitate to head for the Citadel in the City of Vallaki.
Typical Barovian hospitality..unfortunately the Burgomaster showed no interest..
Thankfully the guard who escorted me in and out could have his tongue loosend with gold, he told me that the Romulich family dealt in slaves, aswell as their tsuika, even opium.
I shall go see the head of this family, see if a deal can be struck...if not, i shall obliterate this family of Romulich.

[Mrjunkie]

The smell, the putric smell of sulphur, that and the sound, the buzzing. Signs.
Signs of the comming of the Undead and Demon Master, he seems to be stretching far and wide.

His mirrors, i've seen them in murnu's, the deepest point of the morninglord now and ofcourse the one i placed in the Orphanage.

He seems lost, posting his eyes and ears where'ever he can. I wonder what he hopes to see or learn from watching the deepest room of the Crypts. Perhaps to find the most powerfull being amongst their ranks to inlist them to his own..perhaps to see if victims fall to the Undead Legions so he can take their souls like he did little Ana's..

I do still wonder what happend to Ana, the cold doesnt linger in the Crypts as it once did. Perhaps she is finally free, or perhaps her soul has been claimed his own forever and cannot escape.

I must look back into this mirror in the Crypts, i remember him telling me he can see, listen and even pass threw these mirrors of his.
The Purple Dragon came to the church today, moments before i descended into its depths. She spoke to Liz of the Wizard, an old man, hunched dubble and oozing power. The 'War Wench' spoke of his mirrors, Liz in return spoke of one she destroyed. It seemed to have shook the very foundations of the church. He must have worked some powerfull magic into these mirrors of his.
Perhaps this is the explanation of the missing children of the Orphanage..time will tell.

I am more focussed on gaining his trust, the closer you can get the more you can take...as the saying goes Great power is directed by dead mans pointy shoe's.

My buisness endavours are growing slowly but surely. It is time for me to meet this Romulich family, a deal must be struck...if not, they must perish. But they can wait, they cannot import any slaves till the lake melts. For now i can focus on Alchemy.
This meeting im organizing must be fruitfull, a set price discussed and agreed upon. The masters of the art who are willing to teach can find a student, if they fit their demands. That only leaves a price aswell as a supply of the Reagents.

The Vardo tell me that my products sell well, perhaps selling Alchemy products to all of the Merchants who set up shop in the outskirts is wiser, more stock to be shifted.
They still don't have an anwser for me, i guess dealing with slaves may well be beyond them.
Well if they cannot im sure someone else will be more than willingly take their place...for the right price, ofcourse.
I must speak to Vasile, make an arrangement with the Drain, perhaps i can hide my stock their incase my plans go awry...

For now i shall travel back to Dmentlieu..by the weave, i can hardly take that wretched accent much longer.
I need to conclude buisness there quickly before i end up killing someone, im sure the pompous people would love rabbid beasts and glorified Gladiators for their own entertainment...

[Mrjunkie]

Upon my hunt for artifacts i incounterd the Undead and Demon Master. Viktor.

He somehow teleported me to his home, we spoke for some time after he settled up with me from my previous task.
He seemed to have had me tracked, he knew my name and some of my intensions. In return he gave snippets of knoledge of his plans and his power.
He explained that he was beyond a spell tome, perhaps he is another natural caster...perhaps...
We spoke of the power he was harvesting and his further intentions, my new task was to collect a missing mirror that an elf, dwarf and hin dumped into the lake.
His home seems to contain tainted aswell as pure spirits, all contained in one way or another. He agreed upon an apprenticeship with me.

After leaving Viktors house i arrived in the church of the morning worshippers to contemplate. I saw Mister Bolo.
I proposed an offer to aid me in collecting the missing mirror, he reluctantly accepted. Gold always buys hearts and minds on this forsaken land.

We met at the docks come dawn break, after some negotations with various sailors we found someone stubborn and greedy enough to sail onto the mist cloaked lake.
The crew was compliant and it was not long before i used the means Viktor gave me to activate the mirrors to track it down.

My first dive into the lake yielded a humble painting, although the second winded me somewhat and gave me a nasty scrape along the ankle i managed to surface with the mirror.
We swiftly set sail back to the Vallaki docks, the crew was not going to hesitate to leave the lake.

Bolo proved more inquisitive than i'd have expected, we will speak letter.
For now i will settle up with the Ships crew and Captain and finish this task so i can lay claim to the parchments Viktor offerd.

[Mrjunkie]

I have finished Viktors task.

Its time to await payment, hopefully this will get me closer to him.
I now understand the workings of his Mirrors, some sort of teleportations,these could prove very fruitfull if i can lay grip on them.
I will speak to Bolo of my plan, he seemed hesitant of retrieving Viktors mirror, hopefully he will be more ambitious in destroying the old man.
For now i must get closer to him...

My other contract appeared in the vicinity of Vallaki not long ago, she attacked him, he was swift but i have seen enough.
Soon that contract will be closed to.
I just hope the recent attack hasnt renderd him timid, i doubt as he is the boistrous type.

Many seem keen for this Alchemists meeting, the more that i can win to one side the better.
I must move swiftly, spring is already upon us.

That only leaves my deals with Yussuf, Dmentlieu will have to wait..i'm still getting over my migrains from the last time i heard their wretched accents.
The Romulich family will be my next endavour, i cannot begin shipping till i have enough buyers to make it worth my time.
Perhaps i should look beyong the valley in wich Vallaki lies, the Balinoks may well prove fruitfull, i saw many vineyards on the slopes in the humble town of Krofburg. Im sure they'll need workers come harvest.
Let alone the Village far to the east, i imagine they will need soldiers, more terrors of the night seem to lurk in the shadow of the Castle Ravenloft.

Atleast Vasile has agreed, now just the Vardo. So much for swift services, but they keep the smile.
The merchants are atleast swifter than the politics under wich they must obide.

[Mrjunkie]

Another day in Barovia, is it time to move on..?

I encounterd the Varbird, he hurled accusations to any ears that would listen about my involvement with Angelika..
How the devil did he find out, we were ever so subtle. It matters no more.
He has threatend my position and tried to bewitch me him and the WarWench...a fitting couple it seems.

Thankfully Vasile was there to aid when they both tried to strike me down to no avail.
The WarWench was subdued, i doubt she is aware of how fortunate she was.
If she continue's to pose a threat i may have to ship her to Hazlan for inslavement, im sure Yussuf would give me a good price.

Revenge is a bitter tonic to swallow, but i shall consume it nonetheless, a Zhakatan approached me and Vasile after the whole ordeal.
He offers his services in return for followers in his faith, if it gains me Werner and his spelltome i cannot object.
As Vasile was prepared to fork out the not so humble sum of two hundred grand for this Elf Druid who attacked him...we can use a fraction of it to import slaves and offer them to this Zhakatan instead.
That is if he can complete the task...

For now i must look over my shoulder, such a horrid feeling that your death can await around any corner.
I am coming to grips with my role as a Red Wizard...Great power is directed by dead mans point boots
I shall call forth my supplyer to insure the job is done. They will not get away with this.

[Mrjunkie]

It is time to prepare to take Viktor and his power.

I am unsure how he is intwined with his mirrors, perhaps i will have to let him live...barely.
Bolo will be a great aid, he has something personal against Viktor so that can be exploited perhaps, that and his taste for gold.
Vasile and his Organization could be an asset to if he's not to busy hunting the Elven Druid.

I have the knoledge to control the mirrors, im sure we can use them to get close to him.
I want his parchments, i want his power, i want his mirrors, the possibilities seem endless...
First i must find out how he seeps the lifeforce from others so i can do it to him, a fitting end for him, i have no doubt.

The Zhakatan hasnt deliverd the bodies so i shall not deliver in return, i have yet to see the 'Varbird' or WarWench.
Hopefully they have realized that they have caused more problems for themselves than for others.
I must arrange security for my Alchemists meeting nonetheless, i must organize it quickly, spring is already blooming swiftly into summer.

[Mrjunkie]

I have finally managed to defeat the Lich of Baratak, Elketh, in single combat.

I have come far, it is time to look further into Viktor.
I spoke to mister Bolo, he seems willing to aid me in robbing Viktor of his power, at a price...ofcourse.
Time to get closer to him to further my plans and gain his trust.
Perhaps i should speak to Vasile about extra muscle, i doubt he will be easily subdued.

I must keep him alive so his power is not lost, but how can i keep such a volitile mage at ease..?
I should look further into how he drains the lifeforce of others to strengthen his own.
If he has accepted me as his Apprentice, perhaps he will teach me his techniques.

For now i shall be a obiding Apprentice.

[Mrjunkie]

I have spoken to Vasile about Viktor. He asks two mirrors for his aid in subdue'ing Viktor...
His price is steep, to steep. Im sure we can manage without, the powers of the mirrors should be kept within the grasp of a Mage.

I came across an odd fellow named Tek, a caliban of sorts, quite peculiar in his own way. An inventor.
He seems able enough, he will be my eyes and ears within the drain, in return i shall train him to greatness.
Alchemy, readings of the parchments and materials to create more of his inventions will be prepared and taught to it.

I have yet to see or hear anything more of Viktor, well i have been paid so i cannot complain.
Time to be patient, it often yields..

[Mrjunkie]

I seemed to have been robbed back at the Lich tower. I did not notice to well after my meeting with Bolo.
Im sure it was the hoard of Calibans who enterd the tower, i spoke to Vasile.

He was with another figure named Jet, a drow....the first of his kin i have seen walk this land.
A peculiar breed, perhaps there is more i can do with such a man. He will return my property and punish the thieving hand appropriately.
In return i shall not attack him, or his kin without consulting him...seems fair enough.
There are more...?

A strong breed of elf, worthy of great tasks, perhaps we can arrange something to have his kin aid me in subdue'ing Viktor...i doubt Vasile will be pleased but then again, his price is to steep for this task.
Perhaps the drows will be more fitting.

[Mrjunkie]

Much has happend of late, i have not had the time to return to the hiding place of my Journal.

The mad Lich Elketh caught me and a Priest of Tempus, he...transformed us.
Made us into something of the sorts of his minions, after escaping we challenged the beast, the fight was mostly a blurr and eventually i came to in the Mage Tower further up the slopes of Baratak.
Fabius had gone off to gather a substance wich later turned out to be dragons blood for a ritual to return us to normal.
I was asleep during the ritual, when i awoke i was good as new.
Elketh shall pay for his bold actions.

I spoke with Vasile, he seems to want to set up a Mercenary company...many have spoken of such before, many have failed.
This is the first man i hear speak of such in whom i have faith, i shall aid him as i can as im sure it can be a great assistance to me and my buisness.
We later took off up a different range of Mountains, those of the Balinoks, im non to familiar with these.
We came across a cave filled with Ancient spiders, Vasile was capable enough to subdue them with little nonsense.
But as we went deeper we discoverd two Gigantic Spiders and a threesome of Mages.
The Mages were tough...but not that tough, we butcherd them easily enough, as for one of the Gigantic spiders, it was hardly a challenge.
The second large spider on the other hand...that was a whole different ballgame, i went into combat with it with the same mentality of the first...stupidly.
I shall not make the same mistake twice, after using one of the parchments Viktor gave me, i summoned forth a darkend blade borne of magic to butcher the beast for us. It was no match.
The acid spewing beast was laid to rest within no time, the blade sliced open the beast so we could get to the Acid Gland, after retrieving the vile substance we left. The produce of the glands were well worth it.

I have postboned the Alchemists Meeting till i can arrange things.

I must speak with Viktor, his mirror has been moved to a safe location. Some fool seems to be destroying them.
Payment and the apprenticeship must be adressed.

The Romulich family must be spoken to, if nothing happens soon i shall set off for Dmentlieu, even if i hate their wretched accent i shall brave it for the sakes of buisness. Set up deals and a representive so i need not return there.

And foremost, i must find this Varbird...the Warwench to if i can, they shall both be punished for their bold actions on me before.
I am ready for both, and they shall both feel the wrath for challenging a Wizard from the Red Order.

[Mrjunkie]

Today i ventured to the vampiric tombs to see this dark knight, i was not alone in the search for this figure.
There was little to no challenge leading upto the knight, but when we stood before it...
It had been defeated but shifted into mists as the vampires seem to, it faded down the steps of the tower into a hole.
There we found a odd chambre, a petrified woman behind a magical protection who later turned out to be a Von Zarovich.
The knight lived threw a phlachtery, once it was destroyed...so was it.

After the task was completed i felt an oppurtunity lost, i do not know what oppurtunity...but it is gone now.
Onwards and upwards.

I shall take my leave to Hazlan, i have seen enough of Barovia for now.
When i return i shall continue my work with the Alchemist monopoly and the punishing of my nemises.

[Mrjunkie]

I have located all the remaining Mirrors of Viktor.

I shall speak to him before i move them all to a safer location, further from the reaches of the populous.
One has already been moved into the Mountinous region for its safety.
It seems some samaritans are destroying the Artifacts, do they not see...
Its not the Artifacts that are causing the havoc, but the one who passes threw them, such ignorance.

Thanks to these fools, when i have finally relieved Viktor of his power, i shall only have three mirrors at my disposal.

I was apparoached by a halfling named Effelin, he says he works for Vasile. Even that he is close to Vasile.
That i have not met him before...it matters not, he knows of my import from Hazlan. He seeks a whore for a wife.
And Magical Artifacts from the warm shores, the whore he can have...as for the Artifacts.
The less power i grant others, the less i have to fear from others. We shall see...
I shall speak to Vasile about his manner of buisness.

It is time to wrap up my dealings swiftly, i must gain the upper hand within the Hazlani borders.
Next i go there, i shall gain myself a trading license, i shall ask the land officials for the chance to take the final tests of the Academy of Magic they have there.
If its half as tough as the one i faced in Thay, i shall be impressed...

Then i can be welcomed across the Hazlani lands, even by the Iron Tyrant followers.
I must monopolize the trades i wish to master before more tread the lands in the hope of fortunes and grandure deals.

The Vardo are already moving in, they seek to hire a Sphynx, a powerfull magical creature...a riddler.
What next...the Romulichs are already said to purchase their slaves in Hazlan, i must cut off they're supply. Middleman these Barovian heathens. Show them where their border of power ends.

[Mrjunkie]

I have spoken to Viktor.

He has accepeted me as a Apprentice, he has valued me as his best Apprentice in a long time. I am close.
He taught me how to contain the essence of a power, using the power itself to keep it.
I shall test it on the Fire Element, im sure i can use one of the Clerics of the Eternal Flame as they are eager to aid me.
So one can drain the power when'ever one wishes. More tasks followed with his snippets of knoledge.
Once i have learnt more of how to contain the essence of a being aswell as what essence he is i can act.

The mirror he wanted moved has been moved.

Now i must track down a Native Noble known as Vincent Strovokov. A powerfull cleric known to use a fan.
Find out about a friend of Alexandru whom he has taken to Lord Von Deria's home.

He has shown interest in Angelika, perhaps i will arrange a meeting between the two.

For now buisness and trackig down these people is my goal.

One step closer....one step closer.

[Mrjunkie]

A slow rise.

Slowly but surely i master my powers, harnassing them to my wishes.
It is time to continue my plans for the experiment. First i must find a worthy subject.
I recently spoke with the foolish Varbird on equal terms, he is not worth my time or effort to kill or to experiment on.
Aslong as he does not meddle with me or my buisness i shall not spare him a second glance.

But there are others, many more. Everywhere i seem to turn i see magic, yet none seem professional enough to warrant my experiment.
And those that do, i do not wish to experiment on for they have a sentimental value to me...sentimental, this land is getting to me.

They're is always the Comryian, though not powerfull enough she could well prove a good test.

I fear it will take manyer moon till i master the ceremony, i shall pick someone and bring him to Viktor's home. There he can show me exactly how to perform the Ritual.

I am near enough ready to go back to Hazlan, this deal must be finished. It has taken to long, i do so hope Yussuf does not think Ill of me for the delays.
This deal must go smoothly for future deals.

Slowly but surely...slowly but surely.

[Mrjunkie]

I have made a final decesion on the Vardo.

They're latest contract merchant Feena, charming young lady has won me over.

A pity the loss of Anya and Suzy, alas...in another life...
Buisness is high on the agenda with these merchants, i have offerd myself to their oganization.
Perhaps fruitfull fo both in alll cases..

I have yet to see Lord Von Deria since my last task, what is he upto...

Furthering my studies into magicly enchanted metals, i managed to obtain the weapons of ancient vampire...

Crude weapons, lined with blood runes. I must decyfer these and learn what i can.

Yet to see the master smith who offerd his services in my postboned experiment, perhaps this will be more interesting...

[Mrjunkie]

Another day within the forsaken land of Barovia.

It seems the sweet dame Suzannah is leaving for Dmentlieu.
How could she wish to do buisness with the smug, pompous and ludicrously ignorant people of that damned port.
And even stand the accent...

Even more unfortunate, she has just ended with her fellow colleague Kalmah...most unfortunate...

I have spoken to the one known as Revendell.
He spoke to me of Lord Von Deria.

That he visited his mansion and accepted tasks from him.
It seems i have been clearing his mess up.

He seems sensible enough, perhaps i can pursuade Von Deria to grant him a second chance.
Under my guidance im sure we could learn more of this ancient mage.

Many hands make light work...

[Mrjunkie]

I have returned to the Village.

After speaking with the Vistani's caravan master it seems i will have to await a carrage to take me back to Hazlan.

I decided to linger in the Village for some time, further my investigation of these twisted lands.
An unfortunate encounter with an assasin lead to a embarrising encounter with Revendall and Alana.

They had come to the village for buisness it seems, a stock purchase. Well timed for my late travel back to Hazlan.
The request was six virgins, as i am indebted to them for saving me from the assasins i let the transport costs slip, hardly an issue as i have some of my stock heading to Barovia.

After quite some discussion we have come to an agreement, it seems i am not the only man with the best intensions for Alana.
He seemed quite protective of her, taking her to the other side of the Mages Statue, whispering and murmuring. Discussing the deal to be struck.
It made my skin crawl to think this Revendall, the incompitent, was closer to the dear Alana myself.
For this reason i denied the offer to exchange my profit for her...services.
The old fool had the audacity to offer his succubus in exchange for Alana, offering twice the time!

An outrage i say.

We shall see what i can arrange with Von Deria for this Revendall, perhaps two birds with one fell swoop.

Atleast i have found a dashing dame to accompany on my buisness trip to Hazlan.

Time to wrap these deals up so i may set my mind back to my Alchemy.

[Mrjunkie]

It has been quite some time since i have found the time to take notes of the happenings threwout the core.

My visit to that wretched port drained me ever so, finally the migrains are subdueing, i think the visit to the warmer climate of Hazlan helped much.

The visit to that damned Port was quite fruitless, i missed the modeling show...what a missed oppurtunity.
Alexandru's task is yet to be completed, i tried myself...but the migrains were to fierce to focus on the task at hand.
I have resorted to hiring outside help, although i have not heard anything back of yet....so much incompitence.

My patience wears thin....

Atleast on the silver lining, my buisness with Yussuf has been concluded.
Quite a stock order, so difficult to transport those serfs, the discipline of a stubborn mule...
The deliveries have atlast been completed, i sit now in the confine of the dank hovel deep under Vallaki.
Awaiting the purchaser, probably wise we seperated in the southern woods of Barovia, i doubt i have concealed all of us within the veil of invisibility...
I hope my lovely dame will not leave me waiting here for long...perhaps she will bring that fool Revendell with her, im sure Von Deria grows inpatient of the meeting.
Mister Afre can wait as his organization have let me wait...

It is time to collect my payments, i grow inpatient.

[Mrjunkie]

These tasks tire me so...no longer do i have the time to keep notes of my activities.
Days turn into weeks...i must see these weeks do not further into months, notes must be kept incase someone finds my journal one day.

I took myself to the lodge on the lake Zarovich to meet with my Apprentice Zervo, whilst awaiting i saw Maria, it has been a while...
She travelled with another fair dame, although they had been seperated by a fine clothed man, he spoke to Maria alone.
Atlast my student had arrived, but before we could even discuss the tasks at hand a blood curdling scream erupted from the night.

Curriosity or merely the sight of someone less fortunate than me alured me outside, Maria and her associate followed.

A wretched undead wanderd the docks, he was swiftly struck down...
Blood trails lead to a ship, the crew hung from its mast, the captain virtually lynched to his ship.
Pale...drained, i had not the time to check for puncture marks to the neck before one stirred...
The captain spoke, meek as he was, it was evident he could no longer be part of the living.

The sun began to rise...the captain began to burn, it did not take long for the first sun rays to render him to ashes...i wonder if it hurt...

Maria's associate, appealing to the eye as she is, was quite ignorant, she attempted to call back the spirit of one of the fallen crew.
She was successfull....in a way, it arose as a undead, a ghastly sight to behold...but a moment of learning nonetheless.
Upon that moment i decided it was best to see the bodies burnt, with a swift Firebrand incantation...the bodies were inflamed, their ashes swiftly being carried across the lake by a stiff wind coming from the mountain slopes....

We parted our ways there, myself and Zervo continue'd to the Templars for payment of the delivery.
We were invited deep into their temple, as darkness incrotched around us...i felt at ease, unlike when i first arrived when it was quite unnerving...
The darkness seems more welcoming, it brings me fortune...i have decide to pay homage to the night, a coin sacrificed to the lands each dusk to bring me more fortunes...in buisness aswell as my search for greater powers.

My payment was a staff..as promised, but hardly to my taste..i decided to purchase some books from them, i received tales of The Whisperd One...more of that later.

They set out a task for me, to return to Hazlan to retrieve the ring of Spellbending...i accepted in the promise they would teach me of bloodrunes and the ceremonies to taint and corrupt humble steel.

Unfortunately the directions i received for this artifact lead me to the garden of my associate Yussuf, reluctantly myself and Mister Tannal pushed onto to escavate his garden under the cover of darkness. Deciding it was to dangerous i saw Mister Tannal away safely and continue'd into a cavern, there i encounterd an Ancient beast, a Medusa, a gaze that can turn any being to stone and a scalp riddled with forked tongue'd serpents, quite a foe...
I controlled the beast and took its prized possesion, the ring...

I find myself unable to relinquish such a powerfull ring, i find myself impervious to that what i feared so long...the strikes of another Magi. But...the power, it strikes awe into my very soul, it will be the tool wich will rise the Red Order from the ashes, much like a pheonix...once risen we shall be unstopable.

With this new found power i found myself furthering aswell, the dropping of a coin at dusk brings me more fortune...
I returned to the grey city to rest...all of this trechory and tasks after my visit to the wretched port has not given my mind any rest.

I took some time to study and test my new powers, see how far i can bend the weave to my willing...
Whilst testing the Planar call, and observing closely how a Slaad Of Death works...i found myself being spied upon, the audacity...
Another one laying a task in my lap...i reluctantly accepted it as i had grown inpatient...two birds with one stone...

As promised i met up with Inquisitor Poisson, i allowed him to read my valued parchments, he was interest...a man of intellect, or so i thought.
And yet my offers did not bring me a step closer to what i was sent to retrieve...my patience faded.
I prepared...at dusk i was ready, the old Black Robes, rarely used since i started Alchemy...with the drop of the gold shilling at dusk, i set out...my intent was not murder...but merely to complete my tasks at hand.

With my way of the weave these material buildings posed little trouble to pass threw, i found myself in the private library the inquisitor spoke of...but i was not alone for long.
He, himself enterd the room, i was reluctant to lay my powers upon him...but as he caused a ruckus i could not hold back.
I silenced the man, rendering him blind at the same time...the illusion held fast while i collected the documents i was sent to retrieve.

He was not still for long, quite a spirit this Inquisitor...his pleads for help did not appease me, i renderd him dead for that.
Still unwilling to kill him i bound, gagged and healed the man.
Continue'ing my work in peace atlast i found the Ezrites hold quite a collection of knoledge. Worth its weight in golds i piled up the parchments of knoledge and filled my bag...surprising it held all that knoledge.

As a offering of good faith i ungagged the Inquisitor whilst stripping him of his keys, he queried who i was...the fool, asif i would anwser...

Continue'ing my gathering the Inquisitor managed to wriggle free of my bounds, he made a strike for me to no avail...i rended him petrified for his bold action.

I retrieved all i sought and left him with the bag of parchments, upon my return he held a alchemists fire varnish over the bag...i attempted to petrify him before he could lay ruins to my work...alas i was not quick enough, i saved what i could and imposed my revenge upon him.

For his attempt to burn the knoledge i would leave him to burn with what remainder i left in the library, he was quick, he escaped the room after i set it ablaze..almost knocking me over in his fury i renderd him blind and deaf once more...leaving him to his fate and took my leave....

Upon the delivery, another task awaited me...inpatience and fatigue begin to take its toll...

[Mrjunkie]

A Bond Of Blood

As i was tasked, i travelled high on the slopes of Ghakis, seeking out a hidden Monestary.

After searching in the weak spring rays i finally found it, i did not dare enter till dusk, with my sacrifice of a single coin made to the eve and cloaked under Old Nights veil i felt luck would shine over me...i cannot be stopped.

This Ancient Monestary is the key to enlightenment, a very corner stone in Barovian History it seems...
Habited by the Disilinya's...the name is familiar, from the Barovian peasants cursing the ignorant Ezrites as Disilinya Poisoners...perhaps...

It would seem the Disilinya's family are at a feud with the Von Zarovichs, that is why they stay well hidden away in the far away slopes of Ghakis, locked away with their knoledge they may grow in power, in peace...

They offerd me enlightenment...to perform a sacrifice of a being of pure blood, ancient descent or of virginity. As the peasants village of Krofburg was not far i tried my chances, succes! Lady luck shines upon me in the eve's...but come dawn the girl fled across the village, no matter...i returned her to the Monestary for this ritual.
The Disilinya baring Ezrites robes was caught in a trans, i left him to it...i am a Red Wizard nonetheless, i can decyfer these runes myself...

To conjur five elements of death...to keep the runes etched out in blood as one whole...conjur the elements as a praising, a sacriment, then you can consume the pure ones blood.
My will knows no bounds in the face of enlightenment, i took the young womans heart from her very chest and drained it.

At that moment, my hair fell from my body, the hair i spent so much time growing to create the Illusion that i am no Red Magi..to conceal the Runes...the Runes...they have returned, more vivid than ever, as Red as the day they were etched across my body...as Red as that fortunate girls blood....

The sacriment is complete, the circles are fitting into place, but the cost for this knoledge heightens...from now ten gold pieces will be the price i pay to Lady luck to watch over me. It is time to find someone of purer heritage...

[Mrjunkie]

Deception...

It would seem after all my time spent in these ignorant core lands, all i have masterd, all my veils of Illusion i set before the ignorant, the wealth, the trades, the power....irrelevant.

The term 'Disilinya Poisoners' springs to mind, the incompitent and ignorant Barovians may have a point...

The Bonding Sacrifice did not only link me to the Virgin i consumed...i should have checked the runes closer, the drive for power consumed me, blinding me from the obvious.

Disilinya decepted me, promising me greatness, yet all the meanwhile aluring me into his grasp, it all makes sense...he seeks to use me like a pawn.

The Monestary was attacked, two coffins lay in ruins, the two incompitent figures i met the eve before seem to have been taken.
I collected what knoledge that caught my eye. It enlightend me further as to my place in this 'Grand Scheme' of Disilinya.

Its time to prepare, this Patriach Disilinya may think he has the upper hand...we shall see...

I will see this task done, if he tries to decept me then...i will level the kingdom he seeks to the ground.

[Mrjunkie]

Blood...Guts and Glory....

I come one step closer to my freedom, i cannot...will not leave these forsaken lands till i have upheld me agreements to the T.

The incompitence of those around me, troubles me...there are so few i can rely on and so many i must be wary of.
Now that the task to retrieve Roche's armours is done...i must begin to think ahead.

My General of War fills me with confidence as he stands at my side, loyal, mighty, unquavering in the face of any foe...a man i can rely on..my Thayvian Knight.
But whom else of the Disilinya can i rely on, Leo..? No, the caniving bloodfiend decepted me once, what is to say he would not again..
Dragana...? She is...i cannot describe, she makes me question myself...my vows, i gave her my word. I will watch over her till there is another worthy to take my place.

I shall now tutor her, an Enchanter she is...it is that i took the vow, or i would toss her from the Monestary, down the very Balinoks...i do not stand side by side with Manipulaters. I am one!

Her thirst...seems to have rubbed off on me, twice i let her drink of me...but now, now the thirst keeps me focussed on myself.
She can have others to feed on, she will be mine to feed on, i will not permit Leo to feed on her again...

The retrieval of the Roche Armours was a success...we retrieved them, but my punishment for Inquisitor Poisson was not forfilled.
The caniving runt decepted me...and for this he shall burn, him and his beloved Clarisse. When i give my word...it stands, if a deal is broken. So will be the one that broke it.

He was even bold enough to call on a fellow portling and some other woman Magi, he would have been better to stay in that wretched port peforming like those other street peasants...why are there so few that truely understand the might of the weave...

Incompitence...incompitence!

For now i must seek out the Templars, i must have a place of refuge.

Time to set my plans into motion...settle my previous affairs, and wrap up all my buisness in this land so i may turn my gaze to Hazlan.

[Mrjunkie]

Deception...

It was long made abundantly clear to me that those i walked among, those i used, those that worked for  me...those i once worked for.
They all attempted to use me, harnass my will to reach my power, from snippets of knoledge to material goods to the bonding...all attempts to deceive, Me, The Arch Red Magi...

I am a forgiving man, let it not be said...but, when those i am thought to have as allies to a certain point turn, betray me and our tasker....that tests my limits.

Now as Zulkir Of Barovia, i must prepare...all the insubordinate minions bellow me will soon be locked up, no more disturbances.

This 'aspect', the one i once falsely called 'Brother', now...my minion, has proven he is not loyal to me, crawling around My Castle like a rat...he destroyed the key before my very eyes, his alligance must fall to Leo now, i will see him cut down...he may remain in the Dungeon with this insurbordinate Elf Celor...

Another minion of the former Count struck at me, in my house of knoledge even! The foolish vampiric kin thought to kill me...
Even with my defences lower, these swashbuckling-fools stand no chance, but i will keep up the formalities so they know whom is the Master...
I should have left her renderd stone and left her to bake in the sun....i am to generous...no mercy from now, none will survive my wrath  if they oppose me...

They are either with me....or against me!

I have guardians in place, more shall come soon...i must meet Disilinya, holds him up, i have the ceremony almost prepared..my Coven is almost ready with the circle.

Where is my General!?...He cannot fail me...

The Vadims have agree'd, things are in motion, my other message was hopefully deliverd aswell..Fiera has returned, but even his deceptive ways towards me have not gone unnoticed...i will discipline him when this is all over.

[Mrjunkie]

Valio's most recent note before his tome's were taken, titled: ''Condemption''

I find myself within this Ancient Counts tomb...his resting place is not where i saw him slain...

Rather his Palace of misery, it seeps from the very walls...all i read of him had not prepared me for what lay in wait..

It proved easyer than i thought, but the Deceptive ways of others can not fool me any longer.
They lay in wait...poised for the strike, i must tread wary.
I will see ''The Shadowed Knight'' vanquished, renderd to the Dungeon...
My minions are in place, i am almost ready to accept the Disilinya Poisoner into these halls.

The Vardo have been met, i await their return with the Sword Of Andral, they cannot fail...or it will cost them dearly...

Now i only await the Gokudo and my General before i may continue and finally end my accord to reach Immortality.

None can halt me now

[Mrjunkie]

Lost..., written on a piece of parchment in his current hideout.

I find myself cowering from those who opposed me, sapped of my tome's i am renderd powerless...

What is to become of me now..., this is not the end.
I must form a Barter, they seek those cursed armours..perhaps a Bargaining chip.

A neutral ground must be found...there is but one place i can guarantee a safe exchange, we shall make the move soon..
My Guardian grows weary from the sleepless nights, he ripped a deer clean in two thinking it was a Lycan the other night...we cannot uphold this for long...

Atleast I have company to keep me Sane, i dont know how she found me...or even got past my Guardian without being decapitated..im sure he recognized her...i am glad she is here.

Alterd, but still the same...her pressence appeases me...i now have her spell tome, as little knoledge as it holds, it keeps my mind trained.
She has broken the Bond of purity that i upheld for almost four decades...i found myself in a state of dispair...all but briefly.

But when i saw my powers were not depleted, and all that followed was pleasure...i cursed my father to oblivion, if i had not already killed him i would send a being from the lower planars to end him...

It is time to prepare for the Barter, my-our travels are being prepared, soon we shall leave and lay contact with those few i may still be able to trust...

But there is one thing that stands prominently on my mind...my legacy, she must grand me a child..

She says this is no time to do such...but with all those deceptive fools surrounding us, they are to incompitent to find us...
And if they do...my Guardian will protect us, as he has done so and always will...my Thayvian Knight, unquavering loyalty...

Although she denies now, i will bend her, Dragana-Evelyn-The Note Stops Abruptly...