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« Reply #25 on: November 06, 2013, 10:36:44 PM »
[Sheridan amends her notes, her hand somewhat shaky.]
Quote from: Case List

Case 1 - Must remain discrete, speak with client in outskirts, discuss observations. Current priority: Medium -> low.

Case 2 - Must remain discrete, take the utmost caution, speak with client regarding suspect before further investigation. HIGHLY DANGEROUS, TAKE CAUTION! Current priority: High -> medium.

Case 3 - Zeidenburg Murders - Meet with Garda Captain and the Vicar. Proceed to Zeidenburg, ensure protection and discretion. Current priority: Highest. In progress.

Case 4 - Tarmes - Be wary of further action. Ensure not to travel without protection, I am certain he'll not let me escape a second time. Current priority: Medium.

Case 5 - Seek out subject of investigation - report to client. Current priority: Medium -> low.

Case 6 - Garda Murders -> speak with client regarding progress, word from below. (Essentially, follow-up work.) Current priority: Medium.


--
[Below, other notes are written.]


- Received word of garda slaughter, not a safe line of continued enquiry at present, especially as an outlander.
- Tarmes seems to have vanished for now, so I will relax my guard a little, but still be vigilant, as ever.

NB: Return to Vallaki in a safe manner, take a side route, do not draw attention to yourself, limping, handless cripple though you are, Eliana. And for goodness' sake, offer some assistance in this time of need. No more selfishness.
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« Reply #26 on: November 11, 2013, 12:08:12 PM »
N.B: A little something to keep in mind, Eliana;
Quote
In the end, the good fight is not chosen by the head, but by the heart. ~ Dumitru Miklos

- The outskirts are built over with wooden structures, stocks and makeshift gibbets.
- Signs are left everywhere from various groups pledging to offer aid to oppressed outlanders during the struggle.
- The garda are tightening their grip, running patrols far more often.
- All armaments larger than short swords must be declared and notification held to be presented to garda when questioned.

- Public punishments are widespread - dismemberment, being flung from the walls, put in the stocks, or flogged publicly.

N.B: I was due to be flogged for speaking out, politely, but being honest to the garda regarding this sentence was respected, and it was not carried out as a result.

This adds weight to my assertion that us outlanders must prove to the garda that the crimes for which they punish us lie with a miscreant few in responsibility, rather than the outlander body as a whole. If we prove we are respectful and cooperative, their tempers will be cooled.

I will keep myself open to further developments on this, but for now, something rather more... supernatural has gripped my attention. I thank the Ezrites for their continued cooperation, at a time when the garda have retracted theirs.

Case File: Posies Gambit

Current information (from interview with the Ezrite Antonio);

- The Ice Queen - a local legend tied to Mt Baratak.
- First possible connected event noted by the Ezrites took place in the Tser Cave on the way to the Village of Barovia, at that time, the connection to the IQ was not yet made.
- There was a girl's cry, the Ezrites went into the cave, and the girl became interested in the flowers, posies, that a man dressed in gold was holding. The temperature dropped to frostbite levels. The -spirit- girl disappeared once the Ezrite named Edward appeared.

- Traps present in the cave, which may or may not be linked.
- Vampire also present, dressed in a red gown, but they lost track of her.
- The connection was made to the Ice Queen after freak weather conditions, similar to ones that took place in Outskirts this evening, involving bitter cold, the sound of singing and eerie blue lightening. Heavy snowfall. The singing of 'Roses' is prevalent.

- Two ice demons appeared from the west, one named Rose attempted to reason with them, but was pummelled almost to death.
- Three girls appeared, one incorporeal, two corporeal.
- The spirit stood in the centre, and said that 'On the eve of the long night, your magics will fail and your heroes will come to us, let who started our return be the one who can end it.' In addition, they also said, 'With our return we will release our mother on and bring the queen back from the mountain high.'

- Most focus on the Ice Queen, but one named Thorn suggests demons caused this. (The little girls can speak to him.) So far, conjecture leads to two groups/individuals who may lie behind it, intentionally or not. I will explore these options.

- Three key antagonists - The Ice Queen, two vampires (one dressed in red, the other in white, the latter known by the Morninglordians as Urzica.) The three children can disappear at will.

- Remember the prophecy - only he who began it can end it.
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« Reply #27 on: November 21, 2013, 08:00:17 PM »
Update in brief

- lost skin and muscle from left arm in attack involving paralysis poison
- found by Gabriel two days later, as per my usual note details, detailing my meeting with the perpetrator, Calypsa.
- Calypsa spoke much of Gabriel and former relationship. Jealousy? Seems too well planned for a crime of passion.

- Arm commissioned by Slivarses some time ago completed and attached - painful process, but should ensure that it stays put. Arm is well crafted and moves naturally.

- Gabriel struggled when I did. Observed that he found it difficult to look upon me as I could not hold him. He seems improved now. Speaks of his dreams, which involve he and I facing off against the evil of this place, where I am whole and without stubbornness and pride. I believe he asks too much.

- Feeling stronger for repair, it feels good to be autonomous, rather than to be trapped in one's body while the mind whirrs. I postulate that being elderly is like this.

- Have much business to attend to, letters to write, meetings to arrange.


N.B: Eliana, you have this in you, there have been a number of successes since you came to this place, continue with care. There is no competition here.
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« Reply #28 on: November 23, 2013, 06:00:23 AM »
Quote from: Case List

Case 1 - Must remain discrete, speak with client in outskirts, discuss observations. Current priority: Medium -> low.

Case 2 - Must remain discrete, take the utmost caution, speak with client regarding suspect before further investigation. HIGHLY DANGEROUS, TAKE CAUTION! Current priority: High -> medium.

Case 3 - Zeidenburg Murders - Meet with Garda Captain and the Vicar. Proceed to Zeidenburg, ensure protection and discretion. Current priority: Highest. In progress.

Case 4 - Tarmes - Be wary of further action. Ensure not to travel without protection, I am certain he'll not let me escape a second time. Current priority: Medium.

Case 5 - Seek out subject of investigation - report to client. Current priority: Medium -> low.

Case 6 - Garda Murders -> speak with client regarding progress, word from below. (Essentially, follow-up work.) Current priority: Medium.

[More is added beneath.]

Case 7 - Be kept updated with Posies' Gambit.

Case 8? Look into motivation behind attack in the Inn.


--
I had not anticipated seeing Benedict again. I suppose I ought to have seen him coming, being his twin sister.
He's eager to work alongside me. Better than having him compete, although he will in his own way.
He'd better behave himself.


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Progress
« Reply #29 on: November 25, 2013, 04:53:49 PM »
Quote from: Case List

Case 1 - Must remain discrete, speak with client in outskirts, discuss observations. Current priority: Medium -> low.

Case 2 - Must remain discrete, take the utmost caution, speak with client regarding suspect before further investigation. HIGHLY DANGEROUS, TAKE CAUTION! Current priority: High -> medium.

Case 3 - Zeidenburg Murders - Meet with Garda Captain and the Vicar. Proceed to Zeidenburg, ensure protection and discretion. Current priority: Highest. In progress.

Case 4 - Tarmes - Be wary of further action. Ensure not to travel without protection, I am certain he'll not let me escape a second time. Current priority: Medium.

Case 5 - Seek out subject of investigation - report to client. Current priority: Medium -> low.

Case 6 - Garda Murders -> speak with client regarding progress, word from below. (Essentially, follow-up work.) Current priority: Medium.

Case 7 - Be kept updated with Posies' Gambit.

Case 8? Look into motivation behind attack in the Inn.


Benedict is more tolerable, though perhaps the years of absence have made me softer towards him. It is good to see he works with me rather than against me. I am confident we should do well.
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« Reply #30 on: January 03, 2014, 05:43:41 PM »
My brief hiatus has come to an end, with quite the bang. I am working with the Morninglordian Solomon to investigate the perpetrators of sacrificial ceremonies in the crypts. I've need to contact some people, and to be kept up to date with the case.

I have not done as much work as I should like, however. I am not at my best. And my weakness comes from the vampire's draining bite. I have given the Ezrite Templar Zivon a report of my experiences. The Mists snatched me, from the outskirts of Vallaki to the Village of Barovia. I stumbled about the mist-flooded place in confusion, when the vampire appeared behind me. I began to question him, not knowing his true nature. He confirmed my suspicions of ill intent, and gave me the choice between death and a husk of life granted by a heart that would beat at his command. Command? I am Detective Sheridan Eliana, I told him, and I will not be commanded. Death first. I engaged him with my blade, and soon darkness enveloped me. When I surfaced from the murky depths of unconsciousness, I struggled to my feet, and felt the bite-marks at my neck. The return journey was slow, but I have survived.

The one named Sywyn is a menace. I saw him flee, but could not catch him in my condition. I hope the firm fingers of justice catch him soon.
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« Reply #31 on: January 08, 2014, 02:03:53 PM »
The Case of the Long Bite

Attacker
- In his words, has been Vampire for over one hundred years.
- Knew my name and occupation without introduction.
- Likely has power over the mist which brought me to the eastern outskirts of Barovia village.


General Information
- Other victims. The same night as my abduction, Templar Zivon, woman named Rose. Were taken to the mountainous region, Rose to the peak of the Ghakis.
- Descriptions of the creatures varied. The beast that Zivon encountered was possessed of short black hair, and his accent revealed him to be Barovian. Supposed coven, more evidence needed.
- Mists and bats act as harbingers, and warnings, of their coming.

--
I do not understand the etiquette of dwarves. They either ask questions with weapons brandished, or speak brashly of their carnal desires. I often forget the strangeness of my arrival, and it would be wise for me to remember it.

I have met a fellow by the name of Eric Morris. He has many questions, and I hoped to bring answers, but could not in all cases. I will rectify this.

Benedict, as I predicted, was enraged when he learnt of the attack. We bickered, regretfully, as we are given to do. Curse him. He has always been so capable of causing me tears. I have not treated him as I should. This will have to change.
--

I have begun to further my knowledge of the vampire. I accompanied Mr Morris, a paladin named Joanna, and a few others, to the Terg ruins. They are huge, palatial in scale, and I imagine they were once most impressive. We made good progress, and I asked to retain a vampire fang and heart we recovered for further study. The vampire, it does not bleed, neither does striking from the shadows in attempt to surprise give any advantage. Mr Morris did little by way of fighting, but he has some bravery, marked by his desperate onslaught against some shambling skeletal archers when times grew difficult. For the most part, he provided light, not only with his lantern, but with illuminating, interesting conversation. A rarity.

As we continued, more made excuses to go back, until eventually, there were only four of us that remained. It became a struggle, but the hardest point? When we encountered the trillochs. Nasty creatures, to kill with their death scream, a work of dark genius, to inspire hope before so quickly snatching it away. By the skin of our teeth, we reached the ruin's end, restored Joanna's life to her with the help of a healer named Breeanna, and sought rest. We sold off most of our discoveries to the Vistani, and split the coin. It will be most useful for travel and supplies.

--
Case File: The Thaumaturges' Barricade

Mr Morris, accompanied by a woman named Miss Marianne Sondheim, came to me seeking my mind, and my eyes. They had been given cause to believe that within Barovia village lies a secret enclave of arcanists, behind a barrier of unknown type. With all to go on the fact that it would be difficult to find, we set off. We scanned every street, every nook and cranny, and found a hovel adorned with bloodied handprints. We found the door unlocked, and ventured inside, deciding it to be a marked possibility, for all with superstitious beliefs would be driven away by the facade and aura of that place. A journal lay on the table, old, and I read it, learning of a woman who had lost her daughter, Gertrude, in an unspecified manner. Somewhat tense, I managed to unlock the door at the top of the stairs and continue. Soon, we encountered her, the woman we assumed penned the journal. She was a wandering soul, a lost spirit, and she called for her daughter. I had a theory I wanted to test; were this the barrier, these would be code words. I answered her questions, claiming to be the daughter she had lost. For a moment, she believed me, until she asked where I had been. I put together a quick, vague answer, and was caught.

"Crumbs." I said.

We had to engage the ghost, and it left us... out of sorts for a time. We resolved to keep looking. Finally, we reached a home, deserted. Marianne was quick to suggest leaving, but I spent a few further moments looking, feeling. A-ha! Walking across the floorboards, I felt something hit my foot, and lifting the rug, discovered a trap door! We went below, to a basement, looking also deserted. They were a little more patient this time. I ran my metal fingers along the wall, and sure enough, soon met with a well-concealed handle, controlling a door which had been designed to match the wall at first glance. Upon opening it, we came into a hall, empty save for a statue in the centre. I went and examined it - it told me only, by its design, that it appeared to be some sort of magic user. I asked Mr Morris to see what he could find, given his capacity for magicks, and sure enough, the statue spoke with him, and gave him a test. It did this too for Marianne. It was solved; this was the barrier, closed to all to whom magic was not their path. I enjoyed the thrill of the hunt, the chase, the organic enjoyment, the clues, the discovery... If I am given any similar tasks, I will relish them, the chance to unravel a coiled conundrum again. Bliss.

Marianne also informed me that she encountered a Dementlieuse vampyre in Port-a-Lucine, giving yet more weight to the theory that a dangerous coven moves through the night in these times. A coven that must be stopped.
--

The Long Bite (continued)

To continue my research, I have met with two so-called Slayers, who specialise in the killing of vampyres. L. Lafranchi,  and Hunter, should their letters be believed. To meet with expert investigators of a different breed was something rather exciting, specialists in a certain field. It is always a joy to be in the company of experts. From our meetings, I have drawn up a list, to create a kit, better prepare myself for future encounters.

Locate the following;
- Garlic (Complete)
- More bullets (Complete)
- Oil-coated bullets. (Still needed)
- Gunpowder. (Complete)
- A copy of the Morninglord dogma. (Still needed)
- Ezrite works. (Still needed.)
- Halan works. (Still needed.)
- A mirror (any kind) (Complete)
- A hammer and stake. (Both complete)

Other items;
- A raven's feather.
- A vial or two of holy water.
- Rope.
- Beeswax. (Test resin as well.)
- Flash-powder, black powder, flour.
- Crushed glass.

To keep in mind;
- According to lively faith, they may be affected by prayers and rites. Hence holy books.
- Seek out those who might be able to advise on location of such works.
- Begin building a team. Maintain contact with Slayers. Be wary of recruiting paladins, as they may be overzealous.
- Gain permissions to see Barovian records, such as birth and marriage certificates, to try and determine the name of my attacker.

--

Given the immediate danger of Barovia village, I have elected to move to the Midway Haven as my base of operations. I shall have to update my notices.

I may also seek tutoring in the arts of alchemy, another notice shall be arranged for such.

Returning to the matter of the rituals in the Morninglord sanctuary, I will meet with a member of the Wayfarer Kinship, the group to whom Solomon has passed the case. I remember that Clydessa was part of this group. I am saddened still by her loss, for she carried a good head on her shoulders. But I dwell on the emotional, there is no time for delay. To business!



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« Reply #32 on: January 09, 2014, 12:28:36 PM »
Meeting Notes

- Seek out Sister Anne, of the Halan religion.
- Seek out an old woman, named Yuki.
- Ask around and investigate further any given reports of the so-called 'Black Witches'
- Complete neat transcript, send on.

Any more known on these individuals/groups was retained, that I might be free from prejudice in my search for answers, and not narrow in my scope. This shows appreciation of the investigative process and its purity - I cannot eschew judgement upon such noble, shared ideals, lest I make myself a hypocrite.

- Seek out the senior members of the Zephyr Expedition, regarding accounts of the 'Terg Lich' - Names given: Ophelia Sidhel, Breeanna Soreaske.
- Others: Therion Stormwind, Raven.

Quote from: To be completed
Given the immediate danger of Barovia village, I have elected to move to the Midway Haven as my base of operations. I shall have to update my notices.

I may also seek tutoring in the arts of alchemy, another notice shall be arranged for such.


Both of these have been fulfilled. Other tasks ongoing.
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« Reply #33 on: January 10, 2014, 12:40:06 PM »
Quote from: Tasks to be done
Meeting Notes

- Seek out Sister Anne, of the Halan religion.
- Seek out an old woman, named Yuki. Apparently deceased, keep an eye open for changes.
- Ask around and investigate further any given reports of the so-called 'Black Witches'
- Complete neat transcript, send on.

Any more known on these individuals/groups was retained, that I might be free from prejudice in my search for answers, and not narrow in my scope. This shows appreciation of the investigative process and its purity - I cannot eschew judgement upon such noble, shared ideals, lest I make myself a hypocrite.

- Seek out the senior members of the Zephyr Expedition, regarding accounts of the 'Terg Lich' - Names given: Ophelia Sidhel, Breeanna Soreaske.
- Others: Therion Stormwind, Raven.
Not of priority at present, but may find need to seek the Zephyr at another time.

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Locate the following;
- Garlic
- More bullets
- Oil-coated bullets.
- Gunpowder.
- A copy of the Morninglord dogma. See below.
- Ezrite works. See below
- Halan works.
- A mirror (any kind)
- A hammer and stake.

Other items;
- A raven's feather.
- A vial or two of holy water. Substitute found.
- Rope.
- Beeswax. (Test resin as well.) I believe resin will suffice.
- Flash-powder, black powder, flour.
- Crushed glass.

To keep in mind;
- According to lively faith, they may be affected by prayers and rites. Hence holy books. Awaiting completion of transaction.
- Seek out those who might be able to advise on location of such works.
- Begin building a team. Maintain contact with Slayers. Be wary of recruiting paladins, as they may be overzealous.
- Gain permissions to see Barovian records, such as birth and marriage certificates, to try and determine the name of my attacker.

I have learnt and seen much.There is greater context. Greater clarity. I have more knowledge of those who have sought my help, and more of an idea of what precautions to take.

Yes, this lead seems to be the right one to follow. Several conversations and questionings have led to me to this conclusion. More reading on the subject ought to be done. Black witches, hags, cultists... Sacrificial rituals and strange markings. There is darkness at work, but eventually, it will be brought to bear.

From Sister Anne, and a man named Felix, I have learned of yet another vampire. A dark elf in appearance, glimpsed at the Terg ruins, who caused the man to attack Anne, compelled him. She holds him no ill will, and he was open to admit his actions, which gives me cause to believe this account. Yet more evidence for the existence of a coven.

Green Man. Green Man. I must learn more of this figure. I've obtained a copy of a book that describes Hala in some detail. In conjunction with my own copy of The Ogress Lurrhein, shown to me afore, I hope study will provide further answers.

[A copy of the text has been transcribed here.
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« Reply #34 on: January 10, 2014, 01:22:09 PM »


I met Alanik Ray today.

I ventured to Port-a-Lucine, seeking more research material. The caravan had arrived at a late hour, and I was driven to employing stealthier arts to reach safety. Moving along the Widow's Walk, I heard the sound of a violin, and following the sound, came to a door that had been quickly barred off with planks of wood. I managed to pull back the planks and slip inside.

Hunter was within, a wreck, his skin burnt and having sustained heavy wounds. A woman was there, a mockery of one, the accomplished musician. With a shrieking song, Hunter collapsed, and as I rushed to his side (as quickly as one in my condition can rush), she was engulfed by the shadows, and seen no more. I've no skill in first aid, but somehow, I managed to staunch Hunter's wounds. He used a bookshelf for support, and nobly spurned my cane when offered it. I noted the immense amount of the blood, the stench of death, the wight with formidable claws in the centre of the warehouse hall.

It was when morning came that Ray appeared. I recognised him from his waxwork in the museum. I confess I was somewhat starstruck, knowing of the work he has done. (I keep a copy of his casebook as bedtime reading. Motivation, of sorts. Perhaps, next we meet, I will ask him to sign it.)

I heard many names in that warehouse hall. Names that carry great significance, but not to me. Before my time. But there is someone, someone who will know. Call it... woman's intuition. It is an unsettling case. Alanik played the song we heard, and Hunter became very angry, as though it kindled something in him.

I have heard of Zarcroft, the asylum, strange evil creations.

We seek... her child.

With Hunter, with Alanik Ray, I will work. But first, I must meet with someone. Then, progress can be made and investigations begun.

It seems that my reputation has begun to precede me. There are a few who have shown great interest upon my introduction, claim to have heard of me. I shall not let this go to my head. Truth above all. Renown is secondary.

I must seek permission to access Barovian records. He has been Vampire for a century, giving me a long timeframe to study. If within the records of the last century and a half I can learn more of the creature who attacked me... if I can learn his name... then I can weaken him. His name is the key. All names are the key. They must be known, or we fail.
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« Reply #35 on: January 14, 2014, 05:13:58 AM »
Quote from: Vampire Defence Kit components
Locate the following;
- Garlic
- More bullets
- Oil-coated bullets.
- Gunpowder.
- A copy of the Morninglord dogma. See below.
- Ezrite works. See below
- Halan works.
- A mirror (any kind)
- A hammer and stake.

Other items;
- A raven's feather.
- A vial or two of holy water. Substitute found.
- Rope.
- Beeswax. (Test resin as well.) I believe resin will suffice.
- Flash-powder, black powder, flour.
- Crushed glass.

To keep in mind;
- According to lively faith, they may be affected by prayers and rites. Hence holy books.
- Seek out those who might be able to advise on location of such works.
- Begin building a team. Maintain contact with Slayers. Be wary of recruiting paladins, as they may be overzealous.
- Gain permissions to see Barovian records, such as birth and marriage certificates, to try and determine the name of my attacker. Have spoken with Ezrites, will assist. Have not met with any Morninglord representative at present. Recommended I request permission to view Citadel records - I may have to try, although my being an outlander will likely mean I am turned away without an opportunity for explanation. Must press truth that this endangers all, outlander and native alike. Ensure Ezrites and garda that all credit for the case's success, should it succeed, will be had by them.

The Long Bite - Progress
- Possible vampiric sighting in the Mist Camp.
- What I could garner of his appearance and accent matches the vampire described to me by Miss Sondheim.
- Also fits description given of attacker given to La Bougie, Issue X.

[The relevant clipping from the issue is attached here.]

- Was speaking with this woman, could gather only a little of their conversation. Mentions of a master, and companions from Darkon.
- May as yet be unrelated, worth investigating, however.
- As dawn threatened, their meeting ended abruptly. She seemed frustrated at this.
- He quickly departed, and I brought my observations to her, the first that he unnerved me deeply, the second that his sudden departure was very suspicious.
- She quickly claimed I was mad for seeing him as a vampire - I had not used the term myself, this was in her words only. Guilty conscience?
- Hunter agrees. Should speak with source regarding opinion.
- Rendal has agreed to my request for assistance in building a team. Rendal, Hunter and Lafranchi are those I have on board so far, if I am not mistaken.
--

- Another sighting in the western outskirts of Vallaki.
- I was not present for whole affair, but Toret Vezzoni observed more.
- Arndon, one of his fellows, has been taken my the Mists to them three times. Has never been bitten in these encounters.
- One vampire was seen to be riding a skeletal steed. He was attacked by the same vampire who attacked me.
- Vezzoni is adamant that this points to a coven war. I need more evidence to support or dismiss this claim. May be a personal vendetta or for some unseen reason.
- I arrived while the one who attacked me (NB: I ought to give him a name.) was stood before a large group in the aftermath, the rider having fled should my understanding be correct.
- He disappeared, fading into obscurity when repelling incantations and Ezrite prayers were used. Black blood remained. Irregular, given all I have encountered of vampires and all I have been told dictates that they do not bleed.
- Soon after he vanished, the group was attacked by strange wolves. I have taken of the remains for further study, but there was something of the vampire in them, of that I am certain.
- I gave a report of my findings to Vezzoni after the event, and he mentioned that he has five and a half reports given to the Ezrites. (NB: Send relevant case notes to the Ezrites, as agreed, that records may be accessed.)
- Mentioned Templar de'Scusa, in relation to a Darkonese tablet. Will speak to him urgently on the matter - may well be linked to overheard conversation.
- The vampire Sabel (Lively surname: Lhorg) has also been more active at this time. Link to coven? Perhaps. Will keep in contact with Vezzoni regarding any pertinent information he finds in their records.
--
The Ray Case
- A number of powerful individuals and groups will have information on Constance and Ardmora. Tread carefully.
- Remain in public sphere whenever possible, should their feathers be ruffled and they become violent.
- Stacked against us: Powerful magics, mind control and violation, political leverage.
- In our favour: Assistance in the forms of people, resources, and willingness for effective teamwork.
- Once we have learned all we can from the steps we can take, report to Ray.


[Another clipping from La Bougie is pasted here.]
La Bougie, Issue XI.
- Seek out this Schala Wintermoon regarding details of the event.
- Red Vardo - exercise caution.
- Be prepared for financial expense - nothing is free with the Vardo.
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« Reply #36 on: January 15, 2014, 09:56:02 AM »

The plot thickens. My need to speak with Miss Wintermoon has grown, and with that increase, the danger has magnified.

My services were called upon by Miss Renée Bellamy, editor-in-chief of La Bougie, as she believes she is in great danger. Her evidence certainly points clearly to the conclusion. Such haunting words, which made my skin crawl to read them, messages of the most macabre, morbid, lurid design. They were written on the backs of copies of the latest La Bougie issue, torn, if only to emphasise the unease, nay, deep fear, summoned within my client, and myself, at their reading. I committed the missives to memory, but writing them here now, I feel ever more divorced from the metal, mechanised member that is my arm, as though I merely spectate while another darker force reveals the threats anew before me.

Quote from: Torn La Bougie: Issue XI
"Words carry weight, some more than others. You will be shown the weight of these words, Renée Bellamy, as they drag you down and down the watery abyss."

Quote from: Torn La Bougie: Issue XI
"To borrow from the one man I know understands, 'No other experience is lived like the fire we are intrinsically bound by, and nothing lesser can set us free. Agony, in its purest form, is the very air we breathe.'

Quote from: Torn La Bougie: Issue XI
"I wrote a song for her, after Schala murdered her. With every note will come a lesson in loss, a most exquisite agony. You'll hear it one night, no matter where you are. Faintly at first, you will become forever forlorn."

Quote from: Torn La Bougie: Issue XI
"Ardmora's Veil. She was forced to wear it by those such as yourself. The ones who judge. The ones who twist. The ones who deny our difference. Such days are numbered, for no one will hear you scream your injustices in the pit I throw you in."

There was another that I cannot bring myself to write in completeness, and will merely paraphrase, for it referred to the muteness of my client, and how despite this, the author of these words will cause her to utter such a pure cry, that all those who scorned her will hear it.

I am in no doubt that these are strongly connected to the case being investigated by Alanik Ray, Hunter and myself. I ought to bring these to their attention as soon as possible. I will contact Miss Wintermoon, meet again with Hunter, that we might question those we believe to hold the secrets, the keys we require to unlock the truth. They will hold these secrets close, like the cards of obsessive gamblers pressed tightly in shaking hands against their chests, circled about the table in a room hazy with smoke and heavy with tension, as poker faces twitch tellingly, and the wealth of generations is at stake.

It is up to us to play a perfect hand.
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« Reply #37 on: January 15, 2014, 10:43:06 AM »
I spoke with Templar Zivon regarding the matter of the Darkonese tablet. He relayed to me the account of a man named Zidonne LeFebvre, who was travelling when he was set about by thick fog (Zivon made certain to mention that he had stressed it as fog, not mist), and had begun to lead an old man about its perimeter when mist, having been concealed within the fog, curled about him and took him away, to the abandoned inn (N.B: The one in which I was poisoned and my arm flayed). When he came to, he was aware of vampires within, and pretended to remain asleep. He heard a messenger giving a report, and although his Balok is imperfect, he was aware that they spoke of a tablet, Darkonese, that would be the death of them all. The messenger was slain, at which point the vampires realised that LeFebvre was awake, and he had to flee. He gave this report to Zivon. Zivon also mentioned a vampiress, a seer, who appears to be protecting some of the mortals who may be endangered, Zivon included.

He added that they had begun to seek out the tablet, when they were confronted, and asked for its location, as it was believed that they knew it. They did not. They found a burn mark, small, that they believe points to the tablet's destruction. (N.B: Similar in appearance to the marks left by the vampire's ichor. Another explanation may yet be found.) I will speak with this LeFebvre regarding the report.

--
Heralded by the Mist's tendrils, like fingers, the creature who attacked me (whom the Ezrites have christened Red-eye) appeared again, taunting. He said nothing, but watched, then vanished. The Ezrites and I kept watch for him.

He spoke to me, a cold whisper that made me shake in fear. I do not believe that any of the Ezrites could hear him. It was as though he dwelt within my head, and for those moments, I was a madwoman, heeding the voice of a broken mind. He taunted me, mocked my curiosity. He asked me to follow, that we might speak alone, but unable to see, and only to follow his strange voice, he vanished when morning came, my curiosity unsatisfied.

It was... disconcerting. I am aware that I snapped at others, became short with them, in my desperate attempts to hear his words.
Who is the 'her' of which he speaks? He claims those who wander the night belong to her. Is it merely a personification of the night itself, a poetic epithet? Or does it point to another powerful figure? Zivon believe it may be Urzica, the most powerful vampire in the whole area, who was once a woman. He knows it is merely conjecture, but it is worth bearing in mind.

I have been told several times in the past weeks that my curiosity will be my doom. But what kind of detective would I be if I were not so? Curiosity, courage, intelligence... these are all necessities of the profession. I catch my piecemeal appearance in a looking-glass sometimes, and I consider all that has happened. Some would be saddened to recall such. Men perhaps would feel a loss of pride, more distant from the impossible ideal set for them, to be strong and perfectly built, to lead and inspire. Women perhaps would feel more distant from their impossible standards, their appearance expected to conform to another nebulous ideal.

People aspire to impossibilities, and in this, forget their own victories. I look at myself, and while there are times when I see ugliness, weakness, imperfection, one truth ultimately overthrows them all. For when I see myself, I see survival. Endurance. Strength. Perseverance.
We are steeped in self-loathing, and wear masks of pride. Humanity is a puzzle, its solution beyond individual comprehension. Our differences colour and diversify our species more than any other. Without this diversity, my profession would not exist.
But back to curiosity.
I know that the more I discover, the greater risk I face. With each fact, I am a step closer to doom. But I will not hide, and I will not turn from my path. For me, there is no retirement. I leave it to the passage of time to decide my end. Until then, I will do all I can.
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« Reply #38 on: January 17, 2014, 02:45:08 PM »
The Long Bite - Further Notes
- I was attacked outside the Sanctuary of the Coming Dawn.
- Sabel appeared, materialising from mist, and I attempted to drive her off with a mirror while Warden Arndon employed Ezrite prayers.
- She reacted to the mirror with distaste, hissing. It shattered.
- I took one of the lilies I was given, daubed in holy water, and clutched it in defence.
- While continuing in our attempt to drive her off, another female vampire emerged behind me and put a blade to my throat.
- I was urged to drop the lily. I held to it for as long as I could, but as the blade was pressed more closely, I complied.
- Sabel spoke with the female, telling her, "It is her I came for."
- I was pulled back, the blade still against my throat.
- They were rough in their treatment of me, pushing me down the hill face behind the temple, and later kicking me in the stomach. Thankfully, there was no biting involved.
- I enquired after the name of the female, but she did not answer.
- I was taken below the earth, and forced against the cavern wall.
- As suspected, given my prior encounters with 'Red-eye', they are aware that I am investigating them closely.
- Sabel is aware that I am looking into her past.
- At first, I did not answer their accusations - my silence drove them to break my cane in half. I was forced to rely on the wall to support myself.
- She spoke of 'Red-eye' as 'brother'. I am as yet uncertain if they are related, or if this is merely used to refer to others of the same coven.
- "You commit crimes against the Night and her children." This points to the 'Her' mentioned previously being a personification of night. Will still investigate further.
- By seeking information, I work against them, which is considered to be a crime.
- I attempted to remove a garlic clove, that I might repel them with it, but I was spotted. This is when I was kicked.
- I spoke further, but my fear was only thinly veiled. Knowing I would be spotted, I attempted to act with speed, and take another lily from my jacket; I was just caught by the supernatural speed they possess, and she knocked it from my hand, then recoiled with a hiss. It was my last, and while I had a few garlic cloves left, they were deeper in my pockets and I knew it would be nigh on impossible to use them in time.
- However, I managed to convince them that I was in fact armed to the teeth with these lilies.
- The female had to leave, to find 'brother', while Sabel kept watch over me. It was at this point that I began to truly struggle to remain standing. My body is imbalanced; one arm bone, the other metal, one leg half-wood, the other fully flesh. My leg struggles when I cannot use my cane to distribute the weight more evenly, and it began to spasm.
- At this point, 'Red-eye' appeared. But the moment he did so, he seemed to be distracted.
- Miss Anastacia appeared. She had another of the lilies in her hand, and spoke to the vampires with authority.
- While they were distracted, I daubed my skin with the garlic clove that I might repulse the vampires.
- 'Red-eye' was clearly angered, as was Sabel.
- While she held their attention, she beckoned me to move behind her, that I might escape. I kept against the wall, and moved slowly, my legs threatening to bow at any moment. It was difficult, and I perspired heavily as my body twitched. I was most of the way, when I tried to navigate some rocks, and I slipped. Miss Anastacia attempted to pull me up, and couldn't. I was exhausted, and using only sheer willpower, extended my arm. She managed to pull me up and we escaped, the vampires strangely statuesque. We took an exit from the caverns that emerges into the crypts below the sanctuary. Supported by her, we reached safety.

I gave my account to Warden Arndon, while he belittled me for 'disobeying his instructions'. He forgets that trying to send the detective away from events that are pertinent to their cases will meet with little success.
Having taken rest and calmed myself (for I was shaken and I remember crying briefly), I was lent a substitute cane by a kind young fellow. He also offered to buy me a drink, with all the connotations such a request carries. I politely declined, but I admired his plainness of speech.
Gabriel is still away on campaign. He is always as busy as me. I trust he is well. Perhaps he will return soon and we can share stories.
--
I received a letter from Mr Lafranchi, and made the journey to Port-a-Lucine, accompanied by Mr Morris. It was good to speak with him again; he seems to have adapted well to the harshness of this place, and this gladdens me.
Stopping at the Mist Camp, by some providence, they had a cane, exactly the kind that I had lost, and thus, my arm is complete again. I will return the one lent as soon as I can.

Mr Lafranchi had an offer for me. He has a theory he wished to test, which being proved, would restore my limbs to me in their entirety. In exchange, he wanted access to all my case notes, and my loyalty and aid when requested. I know he has good intentions, for his advice was of great help when facing the vampires, but it seemed strange to me, that he was bargaining for my unquestioning faith. I will certainly aid him, and provide information should I deem it appropriate, but I will not be bought.

I refused his offer, and I am glad I did, for he explained that it would require the use of an 'occult artifact', an ankh from Har'Akir supposedly gifted to Van Richten for his deeds. In any event, my appearance serves many purposes. Many deem my profession to be glamorous, but my condition disproves this notion. Secondly, it points to experience, and highlights the savagery of this place. As I explained to another once, I am given to understand that regrowth of limbs after a short period relies upon the necromantic arts.
I will not lose myself to regain a small part. It is illogical, and dangerous. I do regret that I have denied Lafranchi a chance to test his theory, but I believe it a small sacrifice for such a decision.
--
Current Tasks
- Study package contents sent by Miss Bellamy.
- Meet with Ezrites regarding dossier.
- Meet with Mr LeFebvre.
- Meet with Hunter.
- Meet with Miss Wintermoon.
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« Reply #39 on: January 20, 2014, 12:40:39 PM »
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Current Tasks
- Study package contents sent by Miss Bellamy.
- Meet with Ezrites regarding dossier.
- Meet with Mr LeFebvre.
- Meet with Hunter.
- Meet with Miss Wintermoon.
- Restock VDK (Vampire Defence Kit).


The file the Ezrites held on Sabel describes her combat skills. I will keep this for reference, as it ought to be of use later.

Meeting with Hunter
His findings can be summarised as follows;
- Ardmora and Constance - lovers.
- Constance had relations with Schala, which led to Ardmora killing Constance...
- and then skinning her.
- She was restored by a powerful priest and went back to work at the Vardo.
- She then vanished. This gives Schala more reason to have been the one to kill Ardmora.

--
A pleasant change of pace. The cogs of my mind have been overworked of late, but for a while, they were oiled with intelligent conversation and calm. I met a fellow named Steyr Bannon, who works for a fellow named Drukker. He gave me a business card and suggested I contact him regarding the Society of the Erudite. I will follow this up when I am less busy, for it sounds to be just my sort of thing.
He invited myself and Mr Lafranchi for a drink in the lower part of the theatre. I declined the drink, although there was certainly a wide selection. Perhaps one day, when the sting of being so easily duped into poison has faded, I might take up such offers, carefully. Miss Bellamy also appeared, along with a woman who has adopted the name Carine D'Ailleurs, one with a local flavour due to her favouring Port-a-Lucine. We exchanged stories; Miss D'Ailleurs spoke of her home before, and how she came to be here, Mr Lafranchi told an exciting tale of a dark mystery in the mountains, a case left unsolved. Miss Bellamy, using a canvas, told a story of demons and the fellow Rudolph Van Richten, as seen by her mother. Mr Bannon told a delightful tale, of otters and a wise frog, complete with accompanying gestures, which was no surprise, given his theatrical backdrop. I told again, as I deemed it fitting of the setting, the tale of my fifth case. Another woman also arrived, and spoke with Steyr. He called her Val, but I do not believe I ever heard her full name. She was... strange to me. I can appreciate dark humour, in moderation, but this woman seems to be possessed of a violent mind, and it emerges in her speech when given opportunity.

There was a strange moment in which a black cat appeared... and began to talk. The other spoke of curses, and the whole affair was most bizarre. It did not stay for long, however, disappearing at whim, much like its appearing. All in all, however, an enjoyable evening.

--
Family. In public, Benedict and I seem to be exactly alike, and it is often commented upon. However, when we are speaking alone, we bicker and find ourselves stumbling through fragments of the past. I struck him, something I deeply regret, and not only because in the moment I forgot how much worse it was given the strength of my hand. Many of his words stick with me. He has been... struggling. For a very long time.

I was just that boy, screaming to be heard in the roar of your presence.

Despite how... poorly I have treated him... with so much malice and cruelty for that one decision he made, he worries over me. He wants me to rest, take a break from my work, lest I run myself down and make foolish mistakes. It is an observation I have made that the words of those one cares about can be like knives, sharper than any stranger's.

Do you even care about what would happen to me if I lost you?

And there is another thing... it is those who know you best, like the one with whom the womb was shared, who can word your motivations in the purest form.

We cling to this idea that we must prove something to the world. Whether it is we prove that we are not our father, and that we wouldn't gamble the business into the ground. That we aren't our mother... and we wouldn't sink to her level of desperation. Maybe we are just trying to prove that we are right.

I spoke to him of principle, and how I believe any use of necromantic magics to be wrong, but he has educated me. All I have been told of regrowth of limbs is that it relies upon necromantic magic, and thus, I avoid it at all costs. But Benedict tells me that abjuration can also be used. But it requires... so much of him. He has offered to give the skin of his arm, that it might be grafted, and become mine. He tells me that due to our bodies being the most similar, given that we are twins, using his muscle, his skin has the greatest chance of success. He does this knowing the side effects. When it grew again, it would not know the difference between my body and his. Thus... whenever I felt pain, so would he. When I suffer, he suffers. And yet, knowing this fact, he can speak with such... brave sincerity.

I'd give my whole arm to you if you would be whole again.

NB: Damnit, Benedict. You were always the most adept at causing me tears.
I'm sorry.

[She leaves a space, a break between the writing that has become slightly shakier, and following the gap, returns to its usual orderliness.]

I told Mr Morris of this suggestion, and he has elected to investigate further.
--
I have learned more regarding the case of the rituals and the hags. It would seem that the vampire named Urzica has been named the leader of the cult.
- It is feared some of the Halans may be being manipulated by this Urzica.
- This is because some wish to break the 'magical matrix' that supports the realm to allow them to freely bend magic to their will.
- Urzica, being a powerful mage, coupled with power gained by drinking, makes her a force to be reckoned with and one who could lead such an attempt.
- In addition, she may have posed as Hala's consort, duping them in that sense.
- Believed coven war. Encompassing both witch covens and vampiric covens. A connection to other case?
- It is believed that the vampires and the witches can use the same mists. The portals found suggest being opened via sacrifice (matching what I have seen already) and lead to several different locations.
- A search of the hospice in the Drain revealed skulls, pentagrams and other darker materials involved with witchcraft.
- The portals are supposedly made with a combination of two schools of magic. Necromancy and illusion.

Addendum - Magic will be required if Sabel is to be faced. Apparently one with the magical capability needs to be able to 'look into the ethereal' to reach weak points.
- A skilled group, as I have stated afore, will be needed, well-prepared with their own VDKs.
- Cannot be done yet. More knowledge needed.
--
Case File: The Woman in Black
- A woman dressed in dark clothes and a wolf pelt, and bearing a Barovian accent, has spoken to me in seeming riddles.
- "A woman has been touched. Her bone-wrought arm like a flag of disease and agony. Nu but evil rests on your path. You have been warned."
-  "A woman be warned. She has seen her, the girl dressed as a woman, walking on one leg, and hopping there and back. It is coming for you. You have little time. I've seen the shadow in the woods. Learn to fly. Learn to fly."
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« Reply #40 on: January 20, 2014, 01:38:36 PM »
Current Books/Scrolls/Documents

Religious Texts
- The Dogma of Our Morninglord.
- First Book of Ezra
- Second Book of Ezra
- Third Book of Ezra
- Fourth Book of Ezra
- Tales of the Ages


Scrolls
- The Creation
- The Festival of Bast
- The Game of the Moon
- The Prince and the Sphinx
- The Tale of the Phoenix
- The Tears of Ra
- Thoth and the Eye of Horus


For Casework
- Ghost Legends of the Core - Tome III
- The Ogress Lurrhein
- Lessons in Agony

Van Richten's Guides
- Van Richten's Guide to the Ancient Dead
- Van Richten's Guide to the Created
- Van Richten's Guide to Fiends
- Van Richten's Guide to Ghosts
- Van Richten's Guide to the Lich
- Van Richten's Guide to Vampires
- Van Richten's Guide to the Walking Dead
- Van Richten's Guide to Werebeasts
- Van Richten's Guide to Witches

Misc.
- The Casebook of Alanik Ray
- Outlander Arms Registry Document
- Personal Casebook

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« Reply #41 on: January 20, 2014, 03:07:38 PM »
- Shadow Orb - look for other being which might use epithet of Lady.
--
I received a letter from Miss Bellamy and went to Port-a-Lucine that I might answer her.
- Received a reply from Constance following Miss Bellamy's bold response to the threats made.
- She met with Constance, the reply being given to her by a university student, who looked as though they had seen a ghost. (NB: Noteworthy due to sceptical nature of locals.)
- Constance spoke to her of a mutual acquaintance, and it is believed this acquaintance is staying her hand, that Miss Bellamy is not harmed.
- A list of those she believes could be this mutual acquaintance has been given to me.

- AL
- EV
- DL

- All have pressing reasons, mainly involving publicity and good favour... Goodness, what is Ray doing here?
--
The Ray Case - Further Notes

- The pages we found on the floor of the warehouse bore some inconsistencies, but this is because they relied upon the use of a press, and not due to human quirks of handwritten script.
- But where would Constance have access to a press?
- Miss Bellamy had a lead, in a press used by revolutionaries during a period of civil unrest.
- Accompanied her to the slums and asked the beggars there if they knew its location.
- Once palms were greased, they remembered.
- I managed to unlock the door, and we were able to go inside.
- We passed through a crack in the wall, and soon found ourselves groping through the dark.
- We heard the sound of a press being used, and following it, we found Constance.
- The scent of her perfume soon faded, revealing her rotten stench.
- She spoke mainly in threats, such as breaking Miss Bellamy's hands and ripping off my peg.
- She often mentioned the work of de Penible.
- She was cruel to Miss Bellamy, who was brave considering the circumstances.
- She is a fear-provoking creature, whose appearance and stench is unsettling and whose words are chilling.
- She has asked Miss Bellamy to write an article, involving a travelling musician and the Grand Opera.

- We ought to inform Ray, and the gendarme, that they might be prepared.
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« Reply #42 on: January 22, 2014, 12:31:36 PM »
The Woman in Black - Further Notes
I was led by rumour and firelight to a cave beneath the bridge that snakes to Dvergheim. Therein, the strange woman who spoke to me so strangely before, stirring a pot of stew, the cave feeling surprisingly homely.

She spoke to me of myself, her eyes would do strange things, sometimes glaze, sometimes roll back into her head to show only the whites, and she would speak knowledge of myself I had not given, and of things I do not know.

- Again, she spoke of the shadow in the woods, and how I must 'learn to fly'. But what does that mean?
- "A woman with enemies rising in great number. They nu want her dead. They want her in pain. Why does she suppose this? Ego.They want her to see. The want someunu to be in on their deviations. To sate their lust for ego. Nu. Killing the spy would be easy. She is slow and injured. She attaches shackles to her own ankles." My reasons for my appearance are numerous. Why must they always be questioned?
- She spoke to me of rejuvenation, the path of which Benedict spoke. It seems there are those who deem my brother's wholeness of being as inferior to mine. His body is his... and not mine to use, surely?
- "A woman has nu sense of importance. Unu must care for the self. The body, the heart, the soul. She neglects these three things. How long can one blame her own mother?" She pried into the darkest corners of my mind. She sees the words on my secret heart. I am chilled to my core.
- "Nu have to die to be dead... She saw it when she smelled tears on herself's cheeks. A reek of stagnant water within herself. She really should cry more often." My tears are no public affair. There is a time for them, and it is small and private.
- "Truth is laughing at a woman. And she lets it... Isn't that what your name means? Seeker of truth?"
- "Wake up." She tells me that I am at risk on my path. I know this. But she gives me warning. Of what?
--
The Long Bite - Further Notes
He came again, watching, still. The creature 'Red-eye'. I followed him into the forests near the city's outskirts, and Sabel soon made her presence known. They wished only to speak, to know. To gauge the threat I pose to them. And to offer... correction.

I do not understand why they do such. They know full well that I seek their destruction, an end to their cruelty. Their names... still unknown. Speaking of it, I realised the smallness of my knowledge, how much I have yet to grasp. My confusion is distracting - much more work is needed.

- "Everything we do is for a reason, detective. There is nothing I, or those who follow me, do out of simply enjoyment... Needs must be catered to. But each of us have objectives that must be seen to as well. We hold ourselves in esteem, and we respect those who know their place and follow our undying law."

- "We do not control the Mists, detective. They are a side product of our intent, a culmination of efforts though none predicted or expected. They are the Mists of Death, and we are watched by an intelligence that holds the chains with a firm grip. Some of us are more rooted into the earth and soil than others."
--
- I was told of two who were executed for treason when found to have entered Castle Ravenloft (perhaps under some external control), some time ago, named Tatiana Angelo and Vashen Guard.
- The male we call 'Red-eye' was recognised as being present at the execution, and also for being involved with Miss Angelo for some months before the event.
- I was told more of Sabel, and that she was once employed by a dark priest named Victor Antonius.
- She was employed as a mercenary, and they were both Vecnites - calculating, reserved and dangerous.
- There is a way that might be destroyed, but first, an understanding as to why she was turned is necessary.
- I will look into a name I heard whispered by the male - 'Khorvich'.
--
I have received a letter requesting I investigate a series of murders, of young women, in the Serfdom outside Lord Wachter's estate. I will prepare for such, and make the trip shortly.
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« Reply #43 on: January 23, 2014, 12:17:29 AM »
Sheridan's journal seems to have been rummaged through recently. Some annotations have been added along side information in chicken scratch, and edits have been added by a second party. There is some cigarette ash towards the last entry, and water damage from being carried around in the rain. Furthermore, an entire page has been taken up with cartoon drawings of Sheridan and Benedict. They look positively adorable. Further inspection will find these cartoons repeat on several pages, and usually display facial expressions as annotation to the topic at hand. Mostly, in the form of criticism.
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For That Which Cannot Be Reasoned
« Reply #44 on: January 23, 2014, 04:24:08 PM »

A trap.
A trap set by those who made assumptions, who exploited my desire to see that truth is found.
I was arrested for the murder of the Wachter guards, and it was claimed I had been witnessed at the event.
I did not deny that I had gone to the scene, if only to learn for myself what had come to pass, and to clarify the whispers and the sound of steel that had rung over the landscape in the dark. But my blade was not raised. I did not plot. I did not scheme. And I did not see who had committed the crime. This was my version of events. This was the truth, and my defence did not change.

Svetozar. He is a calculating, cruel man, whose mind is filled with myriad methods of suffering, and yet... there is a glimmer of something noble in his drive, his unflinching desire to avenge the blood that was spilled, to bring peace of mind to the widows and orphans left behind. Blood for blood. It is something I understand, but to which I cannot hold. Bloodlust clouds the mind.

I believed myself impervious to shame, having endured so much in my time here. I was wrong. Shackled and stripped, with the cold hard gaze of the Corporal mocking my imperfections, I felt its weight around my shoulders like a mantle.The dungeons were dank, the air thick with sickness and filth. Hours passed with only my cold breath to accompany my thoughts, shivering in my nakedness. The cold metal of my hand would occasionally brush my skin and I would shiver more. And while I can feel nothing in that dead arm, I became aware of a growing sense of weakness, its exposure endangering the weak structure it maintains.

But my blade was not raised. I did not plot. I did not scheme. And I did not see who had committed the crime. This was my version of events. This was the truth, and my defence did not change.

It was then that they applied more pressure. Before me, three options. First, to carry out the sentence myself, unlogged in the books, forgotten in the darkness to rot. The other paths... involved parchment, signatures. One of the sheets, testimony, to attest that I had seen Vezzoni attack the guards. I had not seen. The other parchment stated that I knew of the involvement of others in the attack. I had not seen. Before me was death or lies, lies that undermine all that I am, and all for which I stand. Evidence. Truth.

They had Vezzoni. They had already condemned him. Why did they need my words?

I was told that adding my name to his death warrant would spare others. Svetozar worked to instill guilt in every word. I refused.
I felt the lick of the whip, his boot thrust into my peg with the intent of flooring me. I barely stayed on my feet as I was led to a cell. Not to be fed. Water every other day. Curled in the muck, I resolved not to cry. With water being scarce, I could not waste it on emotion.
I do not know how much time passed before they came again. Minutes, hours, perhaps even a day, it all looked the same in the blackness. But they did come for me. As they led me, we passed Vezzoni's cell. They told me he had confessed.

"Vezzoni will be executed in two days time. I believe we can schedule you in for dawn."

Logic was wasted on them. They mocked my form with their eyes and they told me they did not believe I could have killed them, but that I had helped 'in some way'. That they would kill on so vague a statement is frightening. It was then that they told me that the letter had sent had been based on lies. That it had been a ploy to trap me in the lion's den.
I was to die at dawn. My mind shifted to Benedict, and emotion seized me for a moment and I spoke.

"There is another in these lands... the one who shared the womb with me. When I die... part of him will too."

"And? Should I feel pity for him? Some sibling of a... freak?"

And it was then that I was certain that I was right.

I have faced the bloodlust of the neuri, and survived. I have faced the hunger of the caliban, and survived. I have faced the bite of the vampire, and survived. But I was always right. The most terrible monster... is human.

I knew it in Sharn, seeing the perverseness of the mind. I knew it when that woman flayed my arm... that malice. It was the same malice I saw in the faces of my captors.

"Your brother... shouldn't be hard to find. I wonder what would happen if I wrote to him asking him to come and speak on your behalf. Think he'd come too?"

I felt wetness on my cheeks, knowing full well that his disregard for my privacy would be leading him there at that moment. He has left his marks on this very book, the scoundrel.

"Good. I'll be waiting for him. He can share your fate. Better still... he can watch." More accusations were levelled at me, of plotting an attack. I did no such thing. "We should bring her brother in to question him as well."

"He was not there."

"Likely they are in it together." I shook, seething... afraid.

"We'll put him in with the beast. Then we'll see what he has to say." The corporal's assistant's face fell at the mention of this. "I'll put you in the cell next to him so you can hear him cry. I've seen men as strong as any whimper like a little child in the black cells with the beast after an hour. But what's worse... is when they fall quiet. You've never heard a quiet like that."

I was on my knees, utterly pathetic. Not Benedict. Not my brother. I told them to kill me if it spared him.

"Save him yourself." The private chipped in quickly, "Is much easier to sign paper than listen to brother lose finger one by one. And finger just to start."

"It's within your power to save your brother."

"You put murderers in jail. Brother goes safe and unharmed."

I seethed.

"Either I lie or my brother is hurt. Where is your humanity? The words... they say that I have seen what took place. That is a lie!"

"What will it be?"

"I don't want to lie. These parchments... they are not the truth for me. But my brother..." I heard the private load a pistol, the barrel pointed to my head.

"Then save him. Save his life."

I hesitated. The pistol was cocked. My thoughts, jumbled as they were, turned to Vezzoni.

I knew that he has confessed. I knew that he was condemned to die. And yet... I had not seen his actions. I could not sign that document truthfully. My thoughts shifted again. I saw my brother's face, and closed my eyes, shaking, as I imagined his cries.

I betrayed the process for that which cannot be reasoned. Love.

"Then... if there is a lesser lie... if such can exist.... I will only condemn the one man, the man who has confessed, and not the others." The private whispered in my ear.

"Blood is on all hands now, da?" I shuddered, pressing on.

"Although I did not see this... although this goes against everything I do. The integrity of my process must be upheld... and I betray it today. For love. That which cannot be reasoned." I kept the parchment weighed down with my dead hand, and wrote, slowly. With each line in ink I made, I saw in my mind another lash across Vezzoni's back. I could barely see, my eyes filled with tears of self-loathing. Finally, the lie stared up at me.

Quote from: Witness' Confession
I, the undersigned, attest the truth that I witnessed Toret Antonio Vezzoni at the assault on Lunar Bridge, attacking men of the Wachter Militia, and raising a call to arms against his Lordship Ivan Wachter.
Signed,
Sheridan Eliana


For a moment, the quill in my hands was a bloodied dagger, and I dropped it, recoiling. The Corporal's voice softened.

"You made the best choice out of the options you were given. We left you little recourse... Take comfort in that fact. Now... On yer damn feet!"

I was led back through the dungeons, higher and higher, back through their courtroom, to the locker where my belongings lay, that I might dress myself and rely on my cane once again. In my deliriousness, it took me longer to dress than usual. As they watched, their disgust was audible. The private spoke.

"Blech... usually is enjoyable part. Sort of. But this... No thanks." I permitted myself a small, private smile. I was glad to take that enjoyment from them. It was small consolation for the loss of my dignity, my integrity... but something to which I could cling.

I stumbled out into the dark Barovian night, the lashes uttering small complaints as my clothing brushed them, and only a few hundred feet away... Benedict and Mr Morris appeared. They rushed to me, Benedict supporting me. I knew he would come. I was somewhat surprised to see Mr Morris there, but I was certainly not ungrateful. Wearily, I began to explain, my voice a low whisper. Soon my brother began to theorise with him, as my head became light. I became aware of how hungry I was, how weak I felt. Before I could complain, I felt myself carried through the night, Mr Morris leading the way, still bearing the lantern, reliably. As we walked, Benedict spoke of how his concerns for me had gone unheeded. It is good that Mr Morris chose to listen to him.
--
We came to an inn, and Mr Morris arranged a room. As soon as we were within, they laid me down and tended to my wounds, cleaned me of the grime of the place, then the wounds, first with water, then with an alcohol-based serum. It stung quite badly, but Benedict, helping in his own way, sang quietly under his breath, some inane song about 'Scrubby Ducky' having a bath, one we used to sing when were much, much younger. The wounds cleaned, Mr Morris covered my torso in herb-lined bandages, which also stung a little on contact, but I adjusted to them reasonably quickly. Once finished, a blanket draped about my shoulders, there was a knock at the door. Another letter, brought to me by a courier. A friend in need of my help. Once I am rested, I will go to them. Until then, my brother, and Mr Morris, are keeping me confined a little longer, that I might recuperate.

I should write to Gabriel again. I have heard nothing of him for weeks, and I beginning to worry.


[There is a small note left beneath this entry. "Benedict, please desist from vandalising my work. Love, your sister."]
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Break My Bones/Going Forward
« Reply #45 on: January 25, 2014, 03:29:21 PM »
Beast and man may break my bones, but only mangling my morals will hurt me.

As I anticipated, the weight of my actions is leaden, pressing on my chest like an illness, and I feel unclean. It has been difficult to find rest for any length of time; Vezzoni is burnt in the forefront of my mind.

As is their right, the Ezrites have shown their displeasure with my decision, how I have betrayed my duty, and condemned a well-loved, good man to an unjust end. Warden Arndon took it hardest, I fear, while Zivon remained cool and non-judgemental in tone. I am not sure how he managed, but I applaud him.

Miss Anastacia offered consolation, reminded me that I had been manipulated and used, and told me that anyone who has ever done anything worth accomplishing in these lands has, as one point or another, been another force's pawn.

Let us hope I am better prepared for the next time.
--
I have made a few observations of myself. I seem... wont to leave off any title or epithet that points to my profession. I am not sure that I did this consciously... but at present, the idea of professing myself 'detective' leads a bitter taste in my mouth. The grief is still too near.

And there's another thing. I am given far too easily to emotion. I am frail, and tears seem to only ever be seconds away. How I loathe this weakness. I need my mind stronger.

I've managed to do some good, I feel, despite everything. I was able to warn one of the others, whose name I glimpsed on the parchment they would have had me sign. Miss Sophie. This was a shock to her, and I am willing to accept this at face value, for she left when I did. Unless she was involved in the matter before, and returned... I cannot say. And therefore, I will not. Therefore, I will keep her from that cruelty.

She knew Svetozar's name, and more that she wished she did not know. Another advantage to my freakish appearance. To know that he would stoop so low, I should have expected it, given the capacity for cruelty he so clearly possesses. But I am in no place to exact justice. I have never been. My place in the world is to seek out the truth, to present it to those ordained to judge such matters. Even for men such as him, I cannot make an exception.
--
As my brother requested, I took a day in Krofburg, away from the world, in an attempt to find rest. Mr Morris accompanied me for the journey. It was somewhat strained. He told me that he had been the first to make the Ezrites aware of what had come to pass, for which I am grateful, as it meant I did not have to go through the whole process alone. He also tried to console me. He told me that should Vezzoni escape, it will criminalise him, and those who give him shelter. Vezzoni is aware of this.

We bickered. He is adamant that there is still time, despite my actions, nay, because of what I have done. That this doesn't lessen the value of my former deeds, nor will it keep me from doing good in the future. I have been confronted with my weaknesses and frailties, the human of me that is given to mistake and wrongdoing, and it feels heavy. Mr Morris has seen this change... and described it like this;

"When I first saw you, I couldn't believe my eyes. I couldn't reason how a woman so broken could wield such confidence. Such resilience. And then I learned that even with pieces missing, you weren't broken. And... now I learned that you could be broken. I learned that Sheridan Eliana is a human being."

And before?

"An enigma."

I was not aware that this abstract concept possessed a physical form.

"And neither was I, until I met you."

I asked him to make his point quickly.

"You're stronger than any woman I've met before. I have faith in you, even if you don't." I did not give him an answer, for at that point, we had arrived.

He was apologetic over the fact that his search for reagents and remedies to assist in any abjuration-augmented regrowth had been fruitless. I was... apathetic. That is a good word to describe my manner at that time, adrift in a storm of thoughts and ambivalent to anything he would say, or anyone for that matter. I became aware of the scent of strong tea, and then felt for a few brief moments, warmth, momentary comfort, and then a sudden realisation that my forehead had been kissed. I thought of Gabriel, and sighed. Eric does try so hard to help. But what would he have me say? That I can continue undiscouraged?

"No. I am going to be patient, and remain nearby. There will come a day when you understand that your soul is far stronger than any man can break, and that your code goes far deeper than truth and lies. But until then, I will wait nearby." I cursed the tears silently as I felt them on my cheeks. I have already broken it. He disagreed. Then what have I done? Bruised it? Scarred it? Skinned its knee?

"Find the answer, Sheridan. And give it a true search." Gently, he asked me to think over again why it was that I acted as I did. Out of fear. Out of love. There is nothing, it seems, that I will not do, to spare my brother. "You act with a code of truth, Sheridan, but I know you to wield a code of love." He assured me that the guilt I carry in my heart is not mine to bear, and belongs to my captors alone. But I am not guiltless. They did not move my hand. I could have surrendered to the pistol, hoped that Benedict would be safe. But it was not a risk I could take. Not for him."The only thing that would deserve your guilt is if you gave up now."

There was a long moment of silence, which Mr Morris finally broke. "I'm going back, after the night's passed. To the Wachter Estate." We bickered again, until I asked him why it was that he would do this. He told me he wanted me to learn that love is stronger than truth alone. I resolved to accompany him, that should there be need for bloodshed, it would be mine, not his.

"I wouldn't let that happen. For the same reason that you wouldn't let Benedict walk into his grave. Maybe..." He broke off, looking down at the mug of tea he nursed in his lap. His words were soft, but so clear. "Maybe I care about you."

How would he have had me respond? I know the meaning a look can imbue, so I turned away. A long silence.

"Rest here for a few hours, Sheridan. I'll let Benedict know you are here." I leapt on him with my words, asked him what he would have me say. He apologised.

"I'll be damned if I have to put you into a situation where you have to lie." And with that, he left.

--
I ran after him through the rain, tired as I was, until finally I caught him, and went with him back to Vallaki, then on to the Wachter province. The rain was ceaseless, and we paused in a barn for rest. Stood there, speaking of the Ezrites, I remembered Vezzoni in his cell, lapped at by mist which broke against the bars like sea surf. And then it came to me. I opened my mouth to speak, and everything went black, and then an eerie blue. When I came to, I was lying down, and the rain had stopped. Once brought up to speed about my fainting by Mr Morris, I remembered what it was I wanted to say.
From all my study, I am led to think that the Ezrites have a connection to the Mists, perhaps through Ezra (which I am certain has some explanation. Somewhere.), and this might give space for a little more justified hope. We left those lands then, and while Eric sought to make a plan, having left me to my rest, I thought.

The next night, Sabel came, and spoke with me. She wanted to know all I knew of her, and I was vague in my response. I have the names I was given, but little more. She probed me, seeing that I was changed, and finding the reason, her words were piercing.

"Tell me, detective, of the two of us, who truly is the monster?"

I didn't answer her.
--
Finally, there is a plan. There was much discussion, but thanks to the minds of others, we have it. I must speak with the Ezrites, seek their help. Until then, there's a letter I have had to write, and I mean to see to it now.
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The Love Letter
« Reply #46 on: January 25, 2014, 03:34:12 PM »
[This page of the casebook is kept blank, but has a folded piece of paper attached, a copy of a letter given to a courier, in case of loss or damage.]


Quote from: The Love Letter
Dear Gabriel,

I hope you won't laugh too much while you read this, I've not written a love letter before, but of course, there is a first time for everything.

I have been very busy of late, and I have much I wish to tell you about. Please don't worry, I am no worse off for limbs since last we met, you will be glad to know. I've met many new people, and Benedict and I have been working together too, more amicably than we had before, although there is always room for jest with him.

How goes the fight against the darkness? I remember you telling me you were in Hazlan last time. Perhaps you have moved beyond? Who knows, I only gave the courier your name and description - I've no idea how far he will have to tread.

There are many vampires in Barovia at present, and I have been investigating them closely. One of them did bite me, did feed, but I am not changed, for I had treatment soon after. Just another battle scar, I suppose.

I miss you. There, I've written it now, and I can't un-write it without starting again, which I am not wont to do. I miss your smile, your laugh, the way you can word things so simply, the way my name sounds as it leaves your lips. Ah, your lips, I miss those too. Goodness, look at me, writing such girlish things. Such scandal. I know you are laughing. Hush.

I've spent the last few moments reading over this, thinking of what to write next. Not two paragraphs ago (Should one paragraph love letters?) I wrote 'I am not changed'. In the context of the phrase, perhaps not, and yet...

I do my best to hide my feelings, lest I be dismissed as hysterical, and my efforts are not taken seriously. But I am still human. I've had... dreams. There are things that I have seen, Gabriel, things I have felt...

I am not talking so much of the physical pains I have endured. Yes, it's true, it was... difficult to find rest in the weeks that ensued Tarmes' attack, seeing those dead eyes when I closed mine. Worse though were the stares as I had to rely on my lesser hand, trying to cut meat, navigate myself in some roundabout awkward fashion. Even when you first met me, my peg-leg clearly displayed, but my arms still intact (such a long time ago!) it was after many frustrating weeks of adapting. Unable to run, moving slowly, less able to move in the quiet. Then of course, the greatest obstacles; hills, stairs, their ascent and descent having to be relearned as though I was some small child. Bathing was also quite the task, but I did come across a somewhat comfortable position that allowed me to drape the peg over the edge of the bath, even if my lower back is quite stiff as a result. No matter, I relearned, I adapted, and thus you met me, headstrong, naive, utterly rude and in complete denial over the harshness of this place. Even the vampire's bite, while painful, was crippling at first, I pushed through that also. No, this pain I could endure.

Why?

Because it was from the monsters that appear monstrous. It was no shock, for they merely acted according to type. Their marks act as warnings to others who walk this place, remind them that the Old Night means business. The things that have lingered longest, had the greatest effect, are those things wrought to me by people.

When the woman who once had you, Calypsa, tricked me, disabling me with that poison and rendering my left arm only bone, leaving me for two days unable to move and with the stench of my own burnt flesh filling my head, that... was a difficult pain. And there has been more besides...

But I won't write more of it here. These are not the things you wish to read. I have survived, and while, yes, I am changed since you saw me last, I am still me. Sheridan Eliana.

I miss you. I've said that already, but I feel the need to write it again. I miss your hold. I know you've struggled with my disfigurements, the lack of feeling in my ravaged arm and hand, and how I can only brush your cheek with cold metal. Still I miss... nearness. I... think I will leave it at that, lest the descriptions of intimacy that spill from this quill leave you utterly bemused.

Well, this has been a decidedly strange exercise. I have learned several things. First, writing love letters is much more difficult than it first appears. I once believed it a vapid activity undertaken by women with minds smaller than their... hearts. Second, I am not good at it. At all. Much of what I have included is decidedly ill-fitting, and what I have left out is what you no doubt wish to see. How very piecemeal.

I suppose that's me all over, isn't it? Piecemeal. A woman off-balance, a curious cripple, of freakish appearance when one first lays eyes upon her. But you've looked beyond that, Gabriel, beyond the platinum-plated fingertips, clunky wood in the stead of a dainty foot, to top off a long pliant leg. And even when much more of me was bared than is pleasant, the bone exposed, stark and frightening, you held that hand gently.

You found the rest of me, flawed, emotional, with fears and desires, hopes and worries. You found something human, and reminded me... that this is as it should be. I cannot be a machine for grinding theories, into which one submits facts and observations, that I might go through a long process to put together the truth. No, I am human, and I have my flaws, and my quirks... and my feelings.

Here is a feeling, Gabriel. I love you.

Return to me soon.

With love,

Sheri
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The Days Ahead
« Reply #47 on: February 04, 2014, 04:17:50 PM »
The plan that was set, failed. The hope we had, snuffed out. The man captured, dead. I have thought for far too long over words appropriate for grieving, and finding few worthy, I shall write only a little of him. He did not deserve the end he received, the manner of his death was cruel, he the bound insect within a web of lies, the fat, malicious spiders who arranged his fate stood over him. I regret that I was absent, any words I might have spent then could be cast only in vain to the wind. But I cannot dwell on this, though I feel in part responsible. To linger would mean he died for nothing. To honour Toret Antonio Vezzoni, we must continue.

--
Not all that has come to pass has been like this. Far sooner than I dared to hope, Gabriel returned, my letter tight between his fingers. I had missed him. Perhaps, now that he is here, he can shed the light of experience upon some of my work. Perhaps more of my Barovia-based cases. In taking rest, much has been left undone. More knowledge of the vampires is needed. The meeting with a friend ought to be had, should his case still be pertinent, having taken the trouble to write that letter. For the coming days, I am needed elsewhere. Port-a-Lucine.

My ears are needed. My eyes are needed. My wits are needed.

But I have learned it is not best to be alone. One I trust ought to accompany me. I have danced far too close to the fire too often, of late.
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A Warning
« Reply #48 on: February 05, 2014, 08:05:07 AM »
[A note is attached to the next page of her journal; she underlines a few words - the line is not quite straight.]

Quote from: A note delivered by an inky black panther
Have your eyes been so laden heavy with all the work you could miss the clues before you? Beware of those you trust. One you think is an angel has their hands steeped in the blood of innocents.

A... troubling missive.

It came by an unconventional courier, in the mouth of a large feline, jet black. I have been public with my weaknesses of late, and it would not be a stretch for one to be playing a cruel trick, attempting to distract my mind with civil war while their own army advances. I am treading on the toes of powerful people and I will doubtless earn their scorn, and should this possibility prove itself to be truth, be the object of their games. I have been used before. Doubtless, others will use me again.

And yet... I cannot dismiss it. Certain circumstances... are in line with its contents. Consulting others, we have agreement there. But I cannot make such putrid, vile claims without more than circumstantial evidence. Especially not against him. I hope my doubts are unfounded, that this might be cleared.

I've too much to do at present to act on this as yet. Once my business in Port-a-Lucine is complete, perhaps then, I can begin to examine this further. Much awaits my attention in Barovia.

[Another note is attached.]

Quote from: Tasks to be completed
- Enquire into the Warden's case.
- Be watchful for further vampiric activity - speak with relevant people, see earlier notes.
- Look for NA. Be wary of client.
- Meet with D - bring Benedict and Mr Morris.
- Assess older cases for prudence in continuing.
- Keep in better contact with clients.
- Make enquiries into the subject of this letter.
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The Letter
« Reply #49 on: February 07, 2014, 05:15:37 AM »
It has been days since a proper entry has been made, and the journal has been in the care of another. There is a letter tacked to the next page.

Quote from: A letter
Sheridan,
I am not sure you will ever get an opportunity to read this letter again, as I am pretty much out of ideas on how to save your life. I am so sorry, I have failed you as your brother. I should never had let you go off on your own, as I had promised to work with you more closely, to protect you. To keep you from making these stupid choices that we as Eliana's are famous for making.  More so, I failed to make you aware of my remorse. How sorry I had been for lying to you about mom, and keeping any secrets. For the fights, the rivalry, the snarky remarks, the abject cruelty. And I am so incredibly sorry for making you believe that it was all your fault.

I love you Sheri. You will always remain part of me, and I you. Should you survive this latest ordeal, I may not have. And if we both do, then truly there may be some sort of God after all. I just wish I was able to know what you know, see what you see, and figure this puzzle out, save my dear sister, and keep my promise to father. But I am sorry that you were cursed with my ignorance of the country we find ourselves in, leading me to no certain clue.

Sheri, Should you read this letter, and I am gone, please know that I  have only one regret in all of life. That we drifted apart.

- Benedict.
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