16 May 1837 - Nastasie Dementiev

The Necromancer has struck again! I do not know who is more foul - he or the Regent. One of Lady Wordsworth's servants came to her begging for aid, as her child had fallen ill. Some of us accompanied Dr Cross to their abode, where an Indian doctor was working on herbal remedies. The poor young girl was unconscious in her bed, with sores covering much of her body. Dr Cross summarily dismissed us all, except the mother, while she examined the patient. After an inordinate amount of time she and the mother emerged with word that it was an unidentifiable disease, and there was little she had been able to do.

A bit timidly, I asked Dr Cross if I might be able to attempt to help. She looked dubious, but agreed to accompany me back in to the patient. Lady Wordsworth immediately began talking to the mother to distract her from our re-entrance to her daughter's room. Looking more closely at the girl, I realized that her sores appeared exactly like the ones on the dead bodies on the Direption. Suspecting magic at work, I dove even further into the corners of my knowledge to remember seeing other adepts heal people. As Dr Cross directed me, I let the energies flow through me and into the child. Never having attempted this before, I was pleasantly surprised to see the child's eyes open and her sores begin to disappear. Even more amazing was the look on Dr Cross' face - as if she had just witnessed something she had never before imagined. The joy on the mother's face was well worth witnessing too.

With the girl awake, she related how she had found a box on the riverbank, filled with coins. She had been spending them throughout the East End. Dr Cross convinced her to trade this box of coins for a greater amount of (untainted) money, and examined them later - they were magically diseased, as we suspected. The Necromancer at work, and presently his magical plague will be spreading throughout the East End, probably providing him with an army of bodies to do his unholy work. And if I remember some of my teachings, he quite possibly could raise those bodies to form a real army, much like the stories from my native Transylvania. We should consult with someone from the church for assistance - I must remember to mention that to Lady Wordsworth.

I performed a Tarot Reading for our assemblage after this. Dark days are still coming, but there are hopes of light in there as well. Immediately after the reading Lady Wordsworth received a request from the head of the Duelling School for assistance. Duelling School - the Black Fox perhaps? I may get to see the beautiful Victoria again! But between the plots on her and this vile Necromancer, we must tread carefully from here on out.