Diary Files

May 25th

The Mound of Golphin

My journey of three days had tired me out greatly. I am hungry, cold and bleeding. The perils that Vance spoke of were indeed present. Vance made them out to be such trivial beings. I should have known better than to take heed of an immortal’s advice. The creatures of the dark proved to be superior than anything I have ever had the bad fortune to meet. I emerged victorious nevertheless. But it is no incentive. I am weak now. My resources are spent. I have but the weapons that Vance gave me. They proved rather useful. I cannot go on. Not yet. If I met Moren Van Quain, I would no doubt, face my death. I would have to heal before I can continue.

Vance spoke of a man named Vilkin Dargo. He lived in the depths of the Woods of Yarn. If need be, he said, visit him. I was assured that he could help me. But i dared not enter the accursed forest from which i had just emerged. I had fled from fire and death. I heard screams and pleas. Maybe there were from the nightmares I suffered when i dozed off. The wounds are cursed. I grow weak with every waking moment. I feel it contaminate my blood.

From the very Mounds I stand on, I can see the castle. It seems like a thousand leagues away, but on the map, it is but a couple of miles. Some enchantment worked against the will of travellers. A trick to throw them off the mission. I trusted the map. I was near. I will heal and i shall travel to the ‘UN’ and I shall slay Moren Van Quain and destroy whatever he seeks at the castle. I feel a strength rising from within. Fighting the curse. I shall be healed in due time. The sun is fading and the darkness approaches. I must rest now, away from evil.

Rembrant Lone.
P.S: I feel some power rising inside me. I know not what it is. I embrace the feeling but i fear the dangers. I feel it rising.

Diary Files

May 22nd

Shadow Coast

News reached me today of the death of the wife of the Mayor. In El Hamley. She had been bitten to death. By a Vampire. The local newspaper claimed she died of heart disease. I am not sure the people believe that. I long to inspect the scene. I might have a chance to see if it was him. I can tell in an instant if it was him. Leaves loads of trails. Amateur. If it indeed was him; i would have only narrowly missed him. I was in El Hamley only yesterday.

I paid the mayor a visit. Had i done that earlier, i could have slain the wretched evil that murdered the mayor’s wife. The mayor was in a wreck. I had yet to see a man so emotionally unstable. He cooperated completely. Told me everything i needed to know. All I had to tell him was that i would bring him the head of the murderer. And i completely intend to. This book that the creature stole. It contained a map. The mayor regretfully informed me that he had no copies. But Vance de Hoff proved to be useful beyond premonition. He sent a trained hawk as a scout. The hawk returned at sundown and interacted with Vance. It was strange to see Vance talk to a bird. He spoke of creatures of the dark and that the hawk had seen a strange man. Tall and pale. With blood red eyes. No doubt, it was Van Quain. He provided me the map of the forbidden province. The route to ‘The Un’. Much feared, it was. Vance told me had a fair few dealings in the forbidden province. Vance had opened up to me since yesternight. He even told me the only way he could be killed, as though mocking me to try. I wouldn’t write it down here for fear of this being stolen and his secret revealed.Not that it would matter, but more as a matter of intergrity.

I have now gained new objectives. I have to venture out again. Into the forbidden province amidst fresh perils. I have new weapons on me. Vance graced me with his latest inventions. They were not tested, he said. I was to expect them not to work but i trusted this man. More than i ever did anyone. Vance said I reminded him of himself hundreds of years ago. Memory has not failed Vance de Hoff. I felt like a kid next to this mighty man.

I shall leave this town tomorrow at sunrise. The dawn sprouts new hope, as they say. I head for the castle in the forbidden province. I hope I shall find Moren Van Quain and i shall have the pleasure of slaughtering  the evil.

I need to sleep now..

Rembrant Lone

Diary Files

May 21st

El Hamley

I arrived in El Hamley on the third day of my journey. I would have completely missed the little town if it wasn’t for a kindly old man who guided me into the hidden town by the bay. Miguel Thienry was his name. Told me strange stories of the past. Of vampires and werewolves. He told me that the Town is now known as the Shadow Coast. No one came and went as they used to. Upon arrival into town I realised that the town was no longer what my scripts made it out to be. The town was practically abandoned. Miguel Thienry followed me no further than they border of the shadowy  town. Said he feared the ‘darkness’. I pressed on.

 I found the man I was told about at the barn. At first sight, he was too young a man. Too young to be helpful. For once, i was wrong. The man i met today is anything but young. He is over a thousand years old. An immortal. Vance de Hoff.  I requested his craft. He asked for no price. He asked nothing actually. I told him nothing either. Nothing I had to say would interest a man as old and experienced as him. A man who has seen everything. Even the great Dracula.

I asked of him to let me stay with him for a few nights. To allow me insights into his vast knowledge of creatures of the deep. He meerly grunted his approval. That was too much debt on my account. But, for once, I was with a man who needed nothing i could offer. Van de Hoff warned me of the dangers and sacrifices I would have to contend with if i made a choice to stay with him. I told him i was well aquainted with danger since young. It made him chuckle. I should not have told him that. I guess it was out of habit. I will have to work on that.

 The day ended with me being ushered into Van de Hoff’s attic. Where I am writing this  by the candle light. I haven’t seen the man since we parted. And its not for lack of trying. I combed the house and vicinity for him. Used every tracking technique i possesed. I found nothing. Except for very peculiar thing around the house. I thouched nothing. Instinct told me i had to earn this man’s trust. Time to tuck in now. As and when I am ready, i will continue my hunt for the one evil i seek to destroy.

Rembrant Lone