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Let it be known, henceforth, that there is a mutually beneficial alliance in place. A defensve pact has been struck between the Skalov Coven led by Sadi Skalov, and the Grimmoon Pack, in the interest of keeping the peace within Canifis, and Morytania.

An attack on one of us, is an attack on all of us.

The recent murder of one Igor Zigorich will not go unpunished. Anyone with knowledge of the death of the deceased, is encouraged to come forth and seek an audience with Cain Grimmoon, at the castle along the North Coast.

In the interests of Grimhaven's defense, a garrison of Kinshra has encamped a few kilometers outside of town. They answer to the family, and should be left alone.

Dead Man Walking

Father.

I've been discovered, but it wasn't like you said. At first, I feared their thoughts, their disgust and most of all, their spells. It turns out, the west is more accepting than you ever were. More supportive as well.

I assisted in slaying a... kin. Not of my own. You know fully what I am implying. The wretched disgust I have can not be expressed in words, let alone what I've written upon this page. My eye has fallen back into it's unnatural state, despite your attempts at curing it.

What did you do to me? I'm so tired of your mistakes being paid for by others. Despite this, I find myself more accepting of her, than you. You are never there when you should be. Never there when you could have been.

That's all I have to report.

R.G.

P.S. I lost the crystal, consumed in the fight. The sword was used in it's production as you said it would be. As much as I hate to admit it, I am not as bothered by it's loss as I should be. I know where mother is, for that, I thank you.

Darkness, nothing. Than suddenly... light, heat. Life. Suddenly, the cold sank in, as the feeling of something wet completely coated his skin. He could not breath, and his mouth opened, filling with amniotic fluid. Just as he feared drowning, he fell, landing hard against the stone floor.

He was coughing, spitting up the poison he'd crafted to protect himself. To heal himself. When he finally came too, his vision settled onto the stone floor below. His iris parted, allowing more light in as he gazed up at the broken cocoon like structure. It was a success, and he was outright amazed that it had worked.

Clad in only but the flesh that clung to his abhorrent form, he let out a slight satisfied chuckle that teetered off into an uneasy shiver as the breeze within the deep cave caused him to tremble. Rising to stand, he conjured flames. Flames to burn away the evidence of his time here. Eventually, there would be only the mark of the flame upon the stone, and no other trace he was ever there.

Teleporting from this place, onto the next... he once more resumed the process. Spinning the protective lair, going dormant once again.

Progress is slow, and the killer is still at large. My own work has deduced that he can't be to far from the town itself... though there have not been any slayings in weeks, months. There also appears to be a new resident in our castle, a vampyre. I have yet to question anyone else, but when I confronted his presence, he told me Theia and Astridr had allowed his presence. Who am I to question her now?

Progress is slow, but there have been a few break throughs. Despite handing over the materials
bribe the demon into a tenuous peace, I've finally managed to replicate his old devices.... in theory. He lacked the natural ability to perform these feats, and needed tools. I needed practice, and have spent countless hours in the solitude of my lab. The process has been perfected, and I am eager to actually use it as such.

Sitting at the desk within the castle, he closed the journal for the final time, he knew there wouldn't need to be another entry. Slipping it into the familar place he knew someone would find it, he made for his room, to finally get some sleep. What he failed to notice, was the shadow moving across the floor behind him, and vanishing into the bookcase.