27 March 1837 - Nastasie Dementiev

It has taken me most of this week to recover from the events of last Monday, the 20th. I had already described the incredible events that led me to be below an old fish factory with a dog and a soldier above me, but what happened after that was simply astounding, and I am still wondering at the eerieness of the situation.

In a flash, the Lt. had clambered up the rest of the ladder, toward the ferocious dog. With a move of amazing agility, he used the beast's own momentum to throw him toward the water, completely unaware that I was waiting below. This so surprised me that I and the dog ended up in the water. Clambering back aboard the skiff, it only took a moment to recover my wits - only to be astounded again! The dog was my very own pet, stolen from my family last year! Ilie was a friend I never thought I would see again, and here he was. 

No sooner did I recognize him then I noticed a disturbing fin slicing through the water toward my beloved pet. I again called on my feeble elemental powers to dissuade the shark, then hauled my friend into the skiff along with me. Ensuring that he was OK, I used the power of the air to lift me into the fishery. There I discovered what little battle there was had ended, and the lovely lady doctor appeared grievously injured, but being cared for by the old Chinese gentleman.

The Lt. and I left her to the old medicine man's care, and followed another pathway under the factory to an almost hidden door. Behind this was the object of our search - the vile Gaedren Lamm, counting up his treasure and talking to his pet alligator. I immediately hit him with a blast of air while the Lt. rushed at him. The next few moments are a blur, as something crashed into my skull from behind, sending me down to the ground, only to then be dragged into the water by the alligator. Using what little strength I had to break free of the beast I launched myself into the winds and walked to a place of safety, barely noticing that the Lt. threw the detestable Lamm to his own pet, which promptly ate him.

The doctor, somehow miraculously recovered, tended to my leg. Yet it was the discovery by the others of Madame Zellara's head and tarot deck (amongst other items) that really disturbed us all. How could she be dead here when we saw her alive just a few hours before?

Once I could walk, I determined to re-visit her house, only to be horrified to find it abandoned. And it appeared to have been so for weeks. This was no mere coincidence - all of us were summoned together by a great spirit to help it seek its revenge. And now that we have been brought together, that spirit force will bind us to each other for some time to come. I doubt if the others are aware of that - after all, none of them are of the true blood, and so are only vaguely aware of the forces that shape our destinies.