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May 8, 1736
Wallachia, Romania
Here I am, staying at the infamous castle Dracula. It's cold, and damp, and generally uncomfortable. I haven't been able to do any research in the past several weeks that I have been journeying here. Aside from having to re-gather all of my equipment in a third world country, I have to do it somewhat covertly if I dont' want Markus to spit on me. Marcus is the preist who insists on watching my every move; technically I am here to do as he commands. I must honestly say that for someone who throws around the word "heretic" as often as he does, he has no especially strong notion of supreme truth. Just another product of the church, an insensitive, intolerant, and uninquisitive mind. I believe I was getting to the story of how I came to be here, before. Well, I was caught practicing my art by the Church. I was brought before the Inquisition, interrogated in a most inhumane fashion and then imprisioned for what I am told was something like a month. I really would rather not recall my time there, but I was released under the strict pretenses of an ultimatum: be burned at the stake, or pledge to assist the Church in its quest to examine and squelch the rumors of vampirism in Eastern Europe. Honestly, an painter is allowed to paint, an actor is allowed to act, and a musician is allowed to play. But an alchemist, no. They can't do what they were born to do. The stinking pretension of those who actively control the lives of others as if they "know waht is best" for them. But I digress. In addition to my harsh imprisionment, my eqiupment and one of my books were destroyed. A lot of time and expense was lost. But regardless, I am here now, to save my life, and that is it. Here comes Markus. Until Nexxt time.
-X
Wallachia, Romania
Here I am, staying at the infamous castle Dracula. It's cold, and damp, and generally uncomfortable. I haven't been able to do any research in the past several weeks that I have been journeying here. Aside from having to re-gather all of my equipment in a third world country, I have to do it somewhat covertly if I dont' want Markus to spit on me. Marcus is the preist who insists on watching my every move; technically I am here to do as he commands. I must honestly say that for someone who throws around the word "heretic" as often as he does, he has no especially strong notion of supreme truth. Just another product of the church, an insensitive, intolerant, and uninquisitive mind. I believe I was getting to the story of how I came to be here, before. Well, I was caught practicing my art by the Church. I was brought before the Inquisition, interrogated in a most inhumane fashion and then imprisioned for what I am told was something like a month. I really would rather not recall my time there, but I was released under the strict pretenses of an ultimatum: be burned at the stake, or pledge to assist the Church in its quest to examine and squelch the rumors of vampirism in Eastern Europe. Honestly, an painter is allowed to paint, an actor is allowed to act, and a musician is allowed to play. But an alchemist, no. They can't do what they were born to do. The stinking pretension of those who actively control the lives of others as if they "know waht is best" for them. But I digress. In addition to my harsh imprisionment, my eqiupment and one of my books were destroyed. A lot of time and expense was lost. But regardless, I am here now, to save my life, and that is it. Here comes Markus. Until Nexxt time.
-X