The Mill Part 1


January 4nd 1223
The grogs have been behaving oddly of late. Not going so far as open insolence but any duties they carry out are done in such an untimely fashion. Why just this morning i asked for breakfast to be brought up to my study, it was near lunchtime by the time it had arrived. This situation cannot be allowed to continue. Alas i shall endure it and make a note to raise the issue at the next council meeting.

January 5th 1223
Once again i am interrupted from study. It appears the lady Elia has had another one of her visions. I have no particular expertise in the area of visions but considering the last vision she had shortly proceded a demonic attack i felt it prudent to investigate.

The language of latin is too high a language to convey the fury i feel. While en route to grogtown to check on Elia, Lucius noticed that the vis store appeared to be unguarded and the door unlocked. The grogs who were to be on duty were quickly summoned and questioned. It appears they were acting on orders from on of the custos. I have ordered them to be lashed, they should consider themselves lucky that the other magi cooled my temper for i would have done far worse. Upon visiting the home of the custos involved in this fiasco we discovered that he had acted upon a request by a creature claiming to be his father, some undead abomination that was once apprentice to one of our forbearers at the oaken coart. Who knows what foul magic created this thing, my every instincts tell that this creature should be destroyed however Losseloth has stayed my hand and i shall leave its fate to the council.

I cannot believe the short shortedness of my colleagues. The creature has offered to show us a new source of vis in exchange for some corpus vis it claims to need to sustain itself. It is my belief that this thing cannot be trusted, it’s very nature insures this, however my warnings and objections have been ignored. It was decided that a party should be sent to inspect this vis source. Losseloth has volunteered to lead this expedition. I do not trust this twisted creature and fear there may be a trap and although Losseloths defensive powers are formidable she is quite weak attacking. As such i have decided to give up my studies and keep an eye on the creature. I am quite annoyed with the rest of the council, it is they who desire this vis so badly yet it is I who must give up my studies and endure the company of this unholy abomintion. They have offered vis in recompense however i will not be happy until “the apprentice” is a small pile of ash.

January 6th 1223
The expedition set off this morning. The party consists of myself, Losseloth, the knight Antonio, a turb of grogs as well as our shield grogs and Rolands mysterious companion. The fellow seems friendly enough, despite being from Breton, but something about him buts me at unease. The abomination still seems rather vague about our destination and when questioned directly he ducks and dodges the question. I hope for his sake and mine that this journey is a short one as i do not think i can tolerate his insolence much longer. I cannot keep an eye on this creature 24 hours a day, as such I have ordered that the abomination be bound at night.

January 10th
The journey to date had proved rather uneventful up until last night. I was roused during the night by the shouts of the grogs, we were under attack! Rolands companion proved to be most resourceful as he took command of the grogs during the insueing battle. With the combined effort of myself and the grogs we managed to dispatch or capture most of our attackers however i fear some of them may have been allowed to retreat and more disturbingly i appear to have twisted my gift. After treating the wounds of the grogs we set upon questioning our prisoners. It appears that there is a large group of highly organised brigands operating in the area with the blessing of Mistridge. I wish this surprised me but i have come to expect little better from them. It is magi such as they who give the Order and most particularly House Flambeau a bad name.

January 13th
We have arrived in a deserted village. It is eerily quiet. There are no signs that the village was attacked or evacuated, it’s simply as though the villagers dissappeared. The creature claims no knowledge of their fate but i believe he is lying. I would love to burn the smug look off his face. He claims that the mill is the source of vis and upon investigation it appears to be the case. As the mill appears to be the most defensible position in the village we have decided to rest there for the night, in case whatever ill fate claimed the villagers should come for us.