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.