The Diary of Cirilla DeVir
Gullday, 22nd of Wintumber
Entry I, Pt. 2/2
I met a man, a mysterious man, who posed the oddest of questions. Bat, wolf, or human, he asked me. My confusion was apparent, and thankfully he did not strike me down on suspicion alone. After subjecting me to the touch of his sickle’s blade, I became more acquainted with both the man, and the struggles of these people. Werewolves and vampyres stalk Morytania, the darkest and foulest of things I’d only ever heard of in stories. Oppressing these people with their blood tithes and starving them to death. The man seemed skeptical when I offered to help, not convinced by my meager appearance and seemingly small set of talents. But, I eventually convinced him that I could help, once he learned I was capable of mending wounds. No surprise that healers would be in short supply.
I wish I could provide more, if only I had more control over my visions. More clarity could help these people more than any healing spell, potion, or poultice ever could. I hope to learn more of this vampyre threat in the coming days, and to learn more of this man and the others whom inhabit the town. I set up shop in a small, mostly destroyed shack to the south. A few intact bookshelves with some interesting volumes, to which I added some of my own. I guess we will see what my future holds in this dark place.
18-Dec-2015 05:40:07