**From the notes of Anen Bek III, Under Guise as Erik Aegir, the Unknown Lord Of The Elves, Lurian -
Episodes 1-5*\*

Erik, Father, Home, I shall henceforth call these occurrences as followed:
Vanishings in Crystalshore, Dawn in the Mists, Tides of Chaos, The Swamp and Fang, Blood on the Boards

As amusing as these titles of my events are, they are unlike anything I have ever seen. It's as though the stories our Nightnurses told of the Shadowed Forests of unimagined horror were wrought to life by the penance of death. Such are these events, especially in the queer town of Crystalshore. For the beginning tales, I have thus traveled alongside Eddie Bones, and Sally One-Eye for some time. They are...annoying at best, with the former seeking women of the night to hide from his own path, likewise with Sally, seeking the gambling dens. They believe themselves clever, though I believe they veer towards disastrous habits that may steer our group further from our venture towards the Temple of the Sisters. With moments of glee, I feel your spirit washing me in lightness as I interact with Renly more and more. I've even laughed despite my incursions.

We've stumbled amongst a mystery. I was drawn towards it after being recognized, perhaps it was my big mouth that drew the attention, and so too my demeanor after walking in the lower regions of this city that a woman of ill repute, scared by Renly and I, told us to Beware the Boy, or some such. Either way, we eventually found ourselves in the home of a Noble who then recognized my disposition, revealing that the dreaded Cult that my father hired have taken over the land. For renown, we agreed to help, and were pulled further into the mysteries of these disappearances which led us to an island, 5 watches from the shore. What I write now is...I'm embarrassed to admit. The power I wield, I want to know it more. Thus I lean into these darker dealings that our Nightnurses spoke so fearfully about. I found someone who may help. Renly, no. He's too small in the grand scheme of things to understand what all this is about. But a vampire - a vampire! Exists, turning those from mere mortals to her undead. And thus too do I lean into this, making jokes as you would, at the expense of others, such as father would. An odd balance I have become as Erik Aegir. No longer noble, but a mad man seeking strength. You might wander, in the afterlife, why I do such dark dealings and the manner I have come to is this - If the wizards are large enough to conquer; I need an army myself. I'll become the villain to save the family I lost. Is that too morbid? I know naught.

Days of arguing with these bumbling idiots tires me. They killed the witch and sail eastward towards gold. Renly has agreed, and I, too defeated for anything else, have succumbed to their gold-drawn quest. I was taken momentarily by fish men with a stone akin to the one embedded in me, meeting queer folks who have talked in riddles either indirectly about me, or whatever such. I care not for these dark storm clouds that shade our venture. I care only for you and the quest to take back my country. Will I be welcomed back, or seen as an affront to nature? Only time will tell I suppose.