Blizzards Journal

ENTRY TWENTY-ONE: March 3rd, 2010

The variety of the creatures we face seems to be increasing at a rapid pace. Our last mission led us to the discovery of a "Sorcerer". This mission has led us to the discovery of a Vampyre. My experiences since escaping Fey captivity have left me with an open mind about such matters; at this stage no discovery would appear too strange. I do find myself wondering whether I had any knowledge or understanding of such matters whilst I was Mortal. I suspect not as the Mortals we find ourselves surrounded by in the Twenty-First Century see such creatures as mere myths. This is perfectly understandable, but it leads me to speculate about the chasm between who I was when I was Mortal and who I am now. What aspects of my Mortal existence have I maintained? Aside from my initial difficulties with the technologies of these times I suspect that there is very little to link me to who I once was. I cannot help wonder whether this is a good thing or a bad thing. Scarecrow's behaviour is becoming increasingly erratic. He always has been a bit odd but his recent behaviour does give rise to some concerns in me. Why did he abandon the blood samples he said he would research and disappear into the Hedge to spend time researching on the demon we encountered in our previous mission? That mission was successfully resolved, and from the information he shared with us during that mission his research was very thorough and complete. He is usually very focused on the tasks we have at hand, and it is unusual for him to revisit completed research whilst we are actively on a mission. I suppose it is possible that his Queen tasked him to do so as the Autumn Court did bear the brunt of the assault. I also couldn't help to register that he never once asked Mr Fairweather why he was released from his recent incarceration in the Hedge, having told us and his Court that Mr. Fairweather was probably responsible for his release. This is most out of keeping with Scarecrow who is normally almost obsessive in his desire to have information. I think that he is so dismissive about the abilities of the rest of us that he probably imagines that we didn't even notice that he never asked Mr. Fairweather. I will not pursue the matter but I shall endeavour to remain vigilant.

ENTRY TWENTY-TWO: March 4th, 2010

Our investigations into the Vampyre took an interesting twist when the Hedge became involved. Following the creature led very unexpectedly to an entrance to the Hedge. We had assumed that these creatures were distinct from our kind's eternal battle with the Gentry, but it transpires that Vampryes are creatures originally created by the Gentry. They are called Devourers. There seems to be absolutely no limit to the purposeless evil of the Gentry; indeed that their actions often serve no purpose other than for their own warped amusements makes them all the more evil. The original Devourers created by the Gentry are likely to be extremely powerful, but as they increase their numbers through infecting the blood of their victims so they gradually weaken. I can only hope that the creature we are tracking is not an original Devourer! As of yet its motives remain unclear. Now we know that it resides in the Hedge perhaps we can get close to uncovering the truth. However, this creature is clearly powerful enough to hold the likes of the Werewolf we encountered in its thrall which leads me to conclude that we are dealing with a very powerful Devourer. It is with some trepidation that I approach a showdown armed only with the knowledge of Scarecrow's research regarding their vulnerabilities.

ENTRY TWENTY-THREE: March 5th, 2010

So the Vampyre was indeed a creation of the Gentry; or at least the original incarnations where creations of the Gentry; our creature was a mere shadow of the original creations, which is no bad thing. I find it particularly interesting that there seems to be a pattern with such creatures. Those that are created by the Gentry have become embedded in Mortal folk lore - Vampyres, Werewolves, Pixies, and so on - and I firmly believe that on a subconscious level most Mortals suspect that such creatures might actually exist. This is possibly as a result of the Gentry's mastery of dreams: they and there minions have probably haunted the dreams of those who help shape such myths. Indeed Mary Shelley wrote Frankenstein after a particularly vivid dream, no doubt the work of the Gentry. What is interesting is that the supernatural which Mortals create themselves - the Mages and Sorcerers we have encountered for example - are considered as works of pure fiction. No Mortal would ever countenance that such things are possible. Which leads me again to speculate on the power of Gentry. At times it seems terrifyingly overpowering as it is capable of shaping the consciousness of almost every Mortal on the planet. It might take many Mortal generations but this is no time at all for the Gentry. In the face of such timeless malevolence and overwhelming power I sometimes find myself doubting that this is a fight we can ever truly win. The freak weather conditions we have encountered are viewed with almost apocalyptic desperation by many of our Kind. However, whether we can win this fight or not it is a fight I shall not shy away from. After all, some fights are for one's very existence.

ENTRY TWENTY-FOUR: March 6th, 2010

So the snow gripping Miami was not the prelude to a Fey invasion, as feared by many of our kind. Instead it is the work of a Changeling; one single Changeling: Eddie Stark. The fear his demonstration installed in Spring and Autumn Courts was startling, if not entirely unsurprising. The cowards that they are, at the first sign of danger they flee to the Summer Court - the very Court that they claim to loathe and elements of the Spring Court are even trying to overflow. If this affair with Stark is handled correctly then I believe that my Court can emerge even stronger. Assuming we can successfully resolve this then a bit of diplomacy by Grandfather Thunder, as opposed to strong-arm tactics, could not only cement the power of the Summer Court but also engender considerable goodwill with the Summer and Autumn Court. What he needs to be careful of is handling the Winter Court. He will be wrong to think that he can install Kyte as a puppet King. Kyte may be a fool, but he is strong-willed and wildly independent. He will not be as pliable as perhaps Grandfather Thunder may think. But of course we need to defeat Stark first. He clearly has incredible power, but it is it equally clear that he has acquired his power from someone or something in the Hedge. Our first research suggests Jack Frost - essentially the spirit of Winter - although I remain slightly dubious. From reports from those who knew Stark when he was a mere Changeling he sounds vain-glorious and stupid. That such an individual could trick Jack Frost seems unlikely to me. However, the last seen of Stark was a long time ago. I suppose it is possible his time in the Hedge sharpened his abilities to the point where he truly could trick Jack Frost into bestowing his powers on Stark.

ENTRY TWENTY-FIVE: data unknown, apparently 1891

They are telling me that my name is Colonel Augustus Blimp and that I and my colleagues have succumbed to something called "brain fever". I am being led to believe that the date is 1891 and we are recuperating at my residence in London, England; and have been brought here after contracting this fever whilst in Wales. As outlandish as this appears to me there is an element of familiarity to my surroundings. My name, for example, does not appear completely alien to me; and neither to the names to which my colleagues are being referred. The helpful gentleman who claims to be my butler Jennings seems vaguely recognisable, but that may be because I believe Jennings to be my assumed name in Miami in the present day. Jennings, and the doctor chap, are insisting that the date is 1891 and as a result of my fever I believed I was some kind of ice elemental living in Miami in 2010. I am, despite strong feelings to the contrary, a retired Army Colonel living in Victorian London. Hearing both such propositions together I have to confess that my belief is the more outlandish of the two. And yet I cannot escape the sensation that I am trapped in a dream, despite any empirical evidence to the contrary. A slip by Jennings that we "must not" go to Wales, where we were supposed to have contracted this fever, seems startling, and the doctor's reference to the presence of others not wanting us to go to Wales, clearly suggest to my colleagues and myself that we really have to return to Wales as a matter of the utmost expediency. I remain uncertain of what we will find there, but it does seem to me that returning to what Jennings refers to as my normal life at The Travellers' Club would prove impossible whilst I still believe I am living in the 21st Century and currently trapped in dream formed from the depths of my subconscious.

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