I note that at this moment, I Ban Mislav, became also involved in the events of Ulfiuses story. The history of troubles is written by bold deeds of indecesive men. Tomorrow we ride to Nuln.

I, Sir Sead Ibn Ismet, battle standard bearer to Ban Mislav, according to my duties, testify that the facts written here are true. The First Army of the Bretonnian Hinterlands, Campaign name : The Recadent Legion, left the realm on the eve of the 13th of April, one day earlier than planned, and is now en route to Nuln, and subsequently possibly to Sylvania. The army consists of 105 warriors, distributed in eight brigades, which are than distributed into four eshelons. Out of this number, there are 55 infantry men, 30 heavy cavalry, 10 light cavalry and 3 riders of special purpose. There are 20 men attending to the logistics and 4 artillery men. This is the first time that the eshelon doctrine is used in this, or any other army, to my knowledge. 

 

Too much does the view upon the stage of Wallachs massacre remind me of the present situation. I cannot restrain myself from feeling that it is exactly the spite towards the plans of this monster that has possessed Ulfius, that fulfills his intentions tu the fullest, and that we, like a parade of heavily armored fools, hurry towards his carnival, led by the spineless Sir Ulfius. I did not sleep well last night, but not due to the provocative and insolent visage of the Blood keep, but rather while i was suffocating in my thoughts, trying to avoid the strings that Ulfiuses master laid down for us, his marionets, while at the same time attempting to avoid a contrary concept which is all but realistic. Our passage through Parravon did not pass unnoticed. I fear this endeavor will turn into a treasure hunt. Its price - a rotten golden apple.

 

 

The elector count of Wissenland expressed concern towards a fully battle ready Bretonnian army passing through the Empire. Taking into regard the neighbourly relations, he pleaded for a meeting which would serve to find a mutualy beneficial solution. It has been agreed upon that Ban Mislav will give a pledge in the amount of 1500 gold florins that he will attack no settlement, village or town on the territory of the Empire, and that he will leave the afore mentioned land in five day. If he fulfills the first condition but comes late to the second one, the Elector Count will charge damages from this pledge. The Treaty of Nuln was signed on the 18th of April 2535. IY on the Nuln main square.

 

 

Highly trained and rapatious elector counts of the Empire! This nonsense will cost me 1500 florins. They negotiate siting on the bronze tubes of their cannons. Its not worth dying over 1500 gold pieces, but more and more i think how i have found a solution to my predicament. If the attitude of these corrupt nobles doesn't change, perhaps I even might let Ulfius and his Fiend to reach Nuln. Than, when the streets of Nuln bathe in blood, perhaps then we can discuss pledges and money. We are at the border with Stirland. I have sent outriders to reconnaissance.

 

Amidst of all this desert I can only think of the shining streets of Nuln. As if this army yearns for suffering so it always travels from bad to worse. We left the Bretonnian mud and finally made it to a real city, only to leave it the same day and travel to the worse part of the world. Sylvania is province of the Empire on the very east of it. It is a country where it is uncertain who the servant, and who the master is. A land avoided by most. Our destination.

 

Late in the afternoon, our outriders spotted Ulfius with his carriage. Chaos broke out, and I too succumbed to it. I took the II. brigade in pursuit of the coach, but it was as if the devil chased that carriage, so fast it was. The rest of the army stayed back under the command of my battle standard bearer. We chased the coach which was moving with unnatural speed, through the narrow paths of the Haunted hills. In rare occasions when Ulfius turned to mark our position, I saw his face. He had taken his armor off and was only wrapped in what once was a mantle. His hair was ruined, and the front part of his scalp was bald, while the other was covered by a dirty hood. His face is dry and demented with some sort of a red rash beneath his eyes. His teeth are untended to and his face is randomly interwoven with facial hair. I presume he shaves with a big dagger or a sword. There is nothing planned about his facial expression. The Monster governs his actions. I will not be a hypocrite, and say that i took the whole 1st army to save a careless knight, I knew there was more to it. Madness. O dark nemesis, worthy of fear. How easy you slay your victims in this land. Our pursuit took all day and all night when we at last reached the river Templa. It was obvious that such a lumbering chariot could not pass over a broad river such as Templa. But the Fiend deceived us again. Just as we were hoping to charge it, the coach started to fly and flew over Templa. Next day the remainder of the army reached our position. Tangled Woods. So, here will the epilogue of this story be written. It is dusk while i write this, and i plan to enter the forest by night. I do not want to wait, but I also do not want Tangled Woods to be amused by the symphony of armor and shields from my shivering men. The boats and a subsidiary bridge are ready to force the river. I have sent the logistics back to Stirland. This will be my last entry in this diary. The next one will be from The Hinterlands, or there won't be one.

 

The fitth day has passed. I lost 1500 florins on account of that robber from Nuln. Brilliant.