Day the First
As the Morning Lord bids me so do I follow. The Abbey of St. Markovia in Krezk has lo these many years lain desolate by the evil Strahd, who by his own hand, slayed the blessed Saint who gave the Abbey its name and hallowed its ground. I will restore it to it’s previous glory and purpose. Make it a place of healing and hope, once again. To do this I must win the trust of the villagers. They cower in fear in the village over which the Abbey looms. SO fearful are they of Strahd and his wolves that they dare not venture beyond the village walls. The wall of mist above the tree line might just as well be made of brick and mortar without a door as it imprisons them hither.
Day the Thirtieth
I have taken the guise of a mortal, pleasing and young, and gone among the villagers. Though they seem to harbor suspicion about my purpose and origin, they want to help. Certain am I that I can win their confidence to aid me in restoring this sanctuary they need so.
Fifteenth Day of the Third Month of the Third Year
While there is much left to do to recapture the former glory of this place, it is once more serving the village. They come to the doors – those ill of limb and mind and I tend to them as a shepherd would his flock. Light is returning to Barovia and in my heart I feel at peace.
Second Day of the Sixth Month of the Sixth Year
Today a sickly brood of inbred lepers appeared at our doors seeking salvation – they call themselves by the name Belview. Though there is little of beauty or good one can see upon them we will offer what we can to rid them of their dreadful infirmities.
Twenty Second Day of the Tenth Month of the Eighth Year
The Belviews are much improved. Their physical deformities have vanished under our soothing balms and salves. They are grateful and follow after me like dogs waiting to please. Still, they brandish such defects which go beyond what cures and treatments I can find in the Abbey’s texts. Or from my own Lord’s guidance. I am determined to make them whole again and bring them into the holy light.
Eighth Day of Fourth Month of the Tenth Year
I know not what more can be done to help these woeful creatures, but I must. I shall not be defeated. They cannot undo all that I have worked and strived to accomplish here.
Ninth Day of the Eighth Month of the Fifteenth Year
Their idea of what perfection means does not match mine. They have strange ideas of what it means to be human. They beg me to give them the eyes of a cat, wings to fly, the strength of a mule, the guile of a snake… I pity them. Their desire for bestial traits cannot lead to salvation, or so I believe. But if it persuades them to follow, then let it be so. I will yield to these mad desires, and hope it helps.
First Day of the Second Month of the Sixteenth Year
My first experiments have been abysmal failures – the results fatal. But yet they beg and plead. How do I go on? How can I stop now? How can I stop when the next might be success. We are so close…
Fifteenth Day of the Ninth Month of the Seventeenth Year
I am at my wit’s end.
First Day of the First Month of the Twenty-fifth Year
Today a Barovian lord named Vasili Von Holtz visited the Abbey. His outward appearance was pleasing enough, but I sensed a pervading evil about his person, and evil that penetrates to my depth. An evil that I cannot shake. His purpose, at first, was not clear, but he tells me that he has come to help. From whence he comes or why, I know not. Tonight he tells me he will reveal more as we sup.
Third Day of the Fourth Month of the Twenty-fifth Year
LIttle did I know that when Vasili arrived he would bring me the knowledge that would help me satisfy the needs of these pitiful creature who torment my soul. He brings forbidden lore from the Amber Temple. This has solved the fatal dilemma of transformation that has eluded me thus far. We have found the way to satisfy what they have asked. There is much work to do.
Twelfth Day of the Fifth Month of the Thirty-ith Year
They are happy as mongrelfolk. If insanity brings them happiness, we should all be insane.
Nineteenth Day of the Tenth Month of the Fifty-fifth Year
I have found two of these mongrelfolk who serve me poorly as guards – Otto and Zygfrek. These are two of my most impressive creations thus far. I am proud, as a father must feel.
Sixth Day of the Sixth Month of the Sixty-sixth Year
I should have known. How foolish have I been?! Or maybe I did know, but refused to believe so. Vasili has revealed himself to be the devil Strahd! What is to be done? It would be futile to attempt to slay such an immortal creature. The ancient curse upon this land protects him. He can never truly die – at least not in Barovia.
Fourteenth Day of the Sixth Month of the Sixty-sixth Year
There is more to this monster than meets the eye. Alone at supper tonight Strahd unburdened himself, and lamented the curse that has followed him day and night through the centuries. He wants nothing more than to escape Barovia. Despite myself I feel the pangs of sympathy and the urge to help him find release, and peace. I have taken it upon myself to find a cure for this “malady” of his and set him free of this torment.
Seventh Day of the Third Month of the Sixth-seventh Year
I can only see one way of curing this poor soul – reunification with his lost love. He speaks so fondly and wistfully of her. I am certain this way lies salvation for all of us. This will end Barovia’s curse once and for all.
? Day of the ? Month of the Seventy-ith Year
The Belviews languish in the madhouse as I toil on creating a golem bride for Strahd using the parts I have them scavenge from the town below.
Training of the bride progresses slowly. She shall live again to live to love. Hah, love, the word tastes like bitteroot in my mouth. Why is LIVE evil spelled backwards? I wonder what I have wrought? Is this what the Morning Lord has sent me to do?
The lessons in etiquette and the manners of a lady move slow like the wheels of Eternity, but soon she will be ready to be presented to Strahd.
Vasilka. She is beautiful. He will be so pleased. I can feel the Morning Lord’s light again.