Winds NE at 45 knots, heavy clouds, seas at 20 ft

Well Seamus replied. Such things are rare but there have been instances of it before. It could be a nocnitsae, a thallain or even the work of another fae. I have my own theories.

The Baroness sent out a summons for all the fae to assemble at Caer August. It seems this particular nocnistae has been plaguing a number of the local kithain, the Baroness included. She deduced that Lillianna�s boggan was somehow involved. She wanted to apprehend him to see what he knows. Since I was already headed that way, I offered my services.

With Herr Fyne�s Mole slung beneath us, we set out. Upon arriving at our destination we found Llanwdd�s castle locked tighter then a boggan�s coin purse. With the best magics the Barony could muster failing, a different approach would be needed. Returning to port, a second attempt would be made by traveling the trod near BoskyTarn.

After some sidhe knight managed to drive off H�Achla, the Mole entered the trod and we made our way to Llanwdd�s a second time.

With a little thought and Lady Luck smiling on me, I was able to break through the wards on the Freehold. The Baroness made it known she would be going alone to consult with Llanwdd. In her absence she had the gall to send me to accompany the slugah to rescue Gustav. Me, rescue Gustav?! The distasteful thing we must do to keep up appearances.

With Lilly�s cantrip aiding us, Fyne�s warden and I took a small detour to gather supplies. I must remember to inform Dr. Fyne that his warden needs to work on his skills. With Lady Luck�s continuing companionship we swiftly found Gustav. A little judicious use of head trauma later, we were on our way back to Llanwdd�s with Gustav�s pet mortal in tow.

After allowing Gustav to do the honors of gaining entrance to Llanwdd�s, we were greeted by Llanwdd�s steward, a boggan. It was discovered that the Count had accepted the criminal, Rashid Saber as his court�s knight. Not that a court consisting entirely of boggans is anything to be proud of.

While enjoying the Count�s hospitality, he appeared quite suddenly. He was angered that we had been served before him and a boggan paid the price. It vanished, leaving behind a tangle of seaweed on the floor. According to several of the boggan, this is a common fate amongst the Count�s court. A trip to the privy midway through the first course revealed that the boggans not only had Llanwdd to fear, but several nightmares prowled the castle and hunted them. Further courses were served amidst several more disruptions. It would appear that the Count has spent too long locked up in his freehold and become somewhat... unbalanced. He was incensed that we had brought mortals along. Not to mention the fact that a motley of commoners had entered the freehold on the Halifax waterfront. As well, Llanwdd would often become distracted and disoriented.

At the conclusion of dinner, Llanwdd thanked his court for their service this past month and released them from his service. Instantly all but two of the boggans turned to seaweed or other manner of sea life.

�As the new month dawns, let you all rise to serve me once more� he cried as glamour raced throughout the freehold and what was once so much detritus became once again the boggans of his court. Llanwdd tried to extend this magic to encompass his latest �guests� as well but a quick bit of magic on my part left us unaffected. The Count then declared his hospitality at an end and we were to remove ourselves from his hold. Then he retired to his chambers. Gustav, as a noble, opted to spend the night instead.

While the kithain of the Barony discussed what to do about the Baroness who had not be seen nor had Llanwdd admitted to ever having seen her, a host of chimerical Sidhe warriors entered into the throne room and took up formations. Llanwdd reappeared and cried out for his troops to help repel the commoners. It appeared that he was reliving part of the Accordance Wars. After a long, hard fought battle, Llanwdd�s troops were destroyed. Llanwdd, looking pale and dazed returned to his chambers.

While the remainder of the kithain fled the palace in Fyne�s Mole, Mr. Steele and myself stayed behind and hide ourselves. Gustav having transformed into a dragon during the earlier combat faced down Llanwdd who felt betrayed that the noble dragon had sided with the commoners. A challenge was thrown down and accepted. Despite Llanwdd�s home ground advantage and magics, Gustav prevailed and Llanwdd was rent asunder.

With Llanwdd�s death, his magics expired as well. His boggan court fell into pieces yet again but the nightmares remained. While Gustav readied for a journey to the Duchess�s to report Llanwdd�s death, Rashid Saber ran into the hall closely pursued by one of these malevolent chimerae. With some quick action on Dido's part, we were able to rescue Rashid from it and quickly subdue him for return to the Barony.

When the Doctor returned we gathered up what we�d come for and returned to Shining Waters.

I have recently come upon the written works of a mortal Dreamer of days past, lost in the Mists of the Interregnum. These missives held forth a stream of Glamourous artifice, tales of one not seen in My Lady's demesne. These, it seems, are then the source of the Dream of Goblins which each winter assault the high walls of My Lady's Palace.
At one point the author describes a cave which I myself have seen. Within the walls are roughly painted, a pastiche of mammoths, bison, dragons and goblin scribblings which must be very old, because the Goblin fighters are sitting on drasils: a very queer sort of dwarf 'dachshund' horse creature... I have been told that the Red Gnomes finished them off, somewhere about Edward the Fourth's time. In these days, they ride upon strange, mechanical, mobile fortresses which rampage across the ice leaving chaos in their wake.
Luckily any Knight mounted upon one of the Great Bears is easily the match for any number of these Goblin war-parties.

High Seas... A Tale

North Atlantic. A Dark and Stormy night. The Vessel's sheer size dwarfed some small cities. In some ways, it was a community. And if it was a Community, it was none I would want to be on.

I work the nets. I always have. When the fish came up, all several thousand of them, he would kill them. Not all of them, that was for the Libyans. The Captain had picked them up off the coast of Africa, desperate for work. Paying them one dollar a day, they were forced to behead and gut fish by the sea full. And it is not a job I would want.

Rusting and huge, the back of the Trimmed Tiller was an enormus machine. Its nets could easily have carried off entire schools of whales at one time. In the past, this ship would hunt whales, kill them and process them at sea, returning finished goods to shore. And I would not want to have been aboard then.

I am now. And What I Kill is here. Or rather there .. in the net. I make my way to it, past the small dark men working their way through the nets killing and dicarding the small helpless fish. And I stand over it.

Seven feet of Rubber, bending and thrashing .. the Mako was caught by its left Flipper in the trawler's web. I leaned down. Normally I use the pistol at my side to shoot them first. This time was different, this time, I grabbed it.

Face to face I stared at it. Blood draining from my palms, its skin tearing my flesh .. I stared into its eyes.

My Bones and Gristle snapped and tore.. reforming me; the Molten flow of rock through my veins. Hatred coursed through me, with blood older than the lifespans of every life taken by this boat save one.

Huge Horns extended from my forehead, and a carpace extended itself from my hide. Growing to a massive height, the Shark was now nothing more than a large fish to me, and I continued to stare into its eyes ..

And My soul returned. The beast had awakened. I was heading home.

*****

"Whatsa up with Him?"

"In all my life I 'ave never seen a man do that. Dear God above he tore that shark in two with 'is hands !"

"That was not as creepy as when he just picked it up and stared at it. Jesus Christ!" the Libyian crossed himself," What Manner of man is he?"

"He is not a man. He is a Demon. And we are all doomed."

*****

Halifax
A Trawler was found at port. Empty. The Crew aparently having abandoned it at port. Numerous pay stubs were found indicating the crew may have mutinied and taken the money from the ship's safe and made their way into Halifax. Police are on the look out for any clues, however there are very few leads. Police are reporting however, that the Captain of the Ship was found dead with numerous undisclosed injuries. They are calling his death a Homicide and are investigating apropriately.
- Monday's Chroncile Herald.

[Over the past months, a chimerical leaflet has been found posted across Concordia and beyond, delivered in the dark of night by hands unknown. It is scripted in Book Gothic type, and Victorian letterings. Those with _particularly_ long memories will recognise the style as very similar to a Victorian leaflet entitled "The Mastermind" or "So They Laughed At You At University? The Fools!" a rather subversive tract by the World Crime League...]