7 April 1837 - Nastasie Dementiev

The city is going mad. No other words describe the chaos that has descended upon us. I wonder what the future holds, and ofttimes even wonder if there IS a future at all. But let me go back a bit and pick up from where my journal last left off. This might be so much easier if I only wrote more frequently!

Two weeks after our encounter with Gaedren Lamm, his henchman, a Mexican dwarf (the creature that hit me in the head), was found guilty at a court of law and sentenced to die by hanging. Those of us from that fateful night gathered together at a hotel to discuss the items we had discovered and talk about any future actions. The good doctor had fortunately recovered her lost niece, but my brother had not been found, nor young Mei-Mei's sister. I took Madame Zellara's Tarot deck, being the only one with The Gift, while the others quickly divided up the rest of the items. The doctor had studied some of the journals the criminal had left behind, and relayed to us that my brother appeared to have been sold to a necromancer "for parts". This infuriated me, but outward displays of anger will not achieve my goal of locating him, so I have brought it inside and am honing it to a fine point. At least Mei-Mei's sister is likely to be alive, having "only" been sold to a house of ill-repute, the House of Clouds.

No sooner, though, than we had finished distributing the items and discussing where the missing folks might be, then a huge ruckus emerged from outside. A mob had gathered shouting that the King was dead, the Prime Minister was missing, and then a dragon crashed into the square. The rider died on impact, but the doctor and myself tended to the wounded drake, and I guarded it fiercely until help could arrive. The rest of the party vanished into the night to get the ladies to safety.

So here we are. The King is dead, the Regent is on the throne, the Princess will become Queen in a few weeks. The Prime Minister is still missing. Riots are happening everywhere. The dock workers have gone on strike. And, worst of all, I am out of school - because the Acadamae vanished! Leaving me as one of only a handful of wizards left in the entire city. As if my meager powers are going to be of much use to anyone. I will do my best, and rely on my new-found friends for aid and guidance, as I will provide my aid to them. And I do all of this from my base at Sir Bairn's, who is my mentor, my sponsor, and my protector.

The King is dead - long live...the Regent? The Queen? Who is going to take over, and should I care?