A long days journey into night
May 7, 1736
Wallachia, Romania
My name is Xavier Talmander. I keep this journal in hopes of creating a reference point for the time when I choose to write my memoirs. That is, If I survive that long. Of course, if I don't then perhaps this journal will survive. I guess I had better elaborate. These are of course just the basics, little more than filling my time on the carriage ride out here. Well, I was finally caught, to say the least. That is the reason I'm here. As if I would spirit myself to the barbaric forests of Eastern Europe of my own volition only a fool would be inclined to think. Bah! Anyway, I was caught. Do not ask me how, but somehow that blasted Inquisition (they are very popular these days)of the Anglican Church found out that I was a practicing Alchemist. Mind you, an INDEPENDENTLY practicing alchemist (perhaps with a loose affiliation to the guild of the black rose, but that is besides the matter)which means that they must have been just popping their heads in doorways hoping for a lucky chance. Perhaps the witch quota wasn't filled this month, or the heretics kept quiet, who knows. I guess they have to prove to the Bishop that they are doing Something with their time. Well, whatever it be, and however fates have acted, I am alive and unburnt,thankfully, any on my way to Wallachia, home of the infamous Vlad Tepes. How did I get into this situation? Well, that is quite a long story. And too....God damn! Too... Bloody Hell and the Eternal COsoms! Too many BUmps!
-X
Wallachia, Romania
My name is Xavier Talmander. I keep this journal in hopes of creating a reference point for the time when I choose to write my memoirs. That is, If I survive that long. Of course, if I don't then perhaps this journal will survive. I guess I had better elaborate. These are of course just the basics, little more than filling my time on the carriage ride out here. Well, I was finally caught, to say the least. That is the reason I'm here. As if I would spirit myself to the barbaric forests of Eastern Europe of my own volition only a fool would be inclined to think. Bah! Anyway, I was caught. Do not ask me how, but somehow that blasted Inquisition (they are very popular these days)of the Anglican Church found out that I was a practicing Alchemist. Mind you, an INDEPENDENTLY practicing alchemist (perhaps with a loose affiliation to the guild of the black rose, but that is besides the matter)which means that they must have been just popping their heads in doorways hoping for a lucky chance. Perhaps the witch quota wasn't filled this month, or the heretics kept quiet, who knows. I guess they have to prove to the Bishop that they are doing Something with their time. Well, whatever it be, and however fates have acted, I am alive and unburnt,thankfully, any on my way to Wallachia, home of the infamous Vlad Tepes. How did I get into this situation? Well, that is quite a long story. And too....God damn! Too... Bloody Hell and the Eternal COsoms! Too many BUmps!
-X