These latest events have had me wondering how the natives of this world manage without going mad. Demons, wererats, civil war.....its enough to drive a man to drink.
This guild I've found myself a part of is being attacked on all sides. We received a formal notice from Kay, the king's advisor and the most incompetent sorcerer I've ever met, that The Order has declared war with us. Why? I don't know, and frankly I don't care to know. The others like me generally stayed as far from politics as possible, but now I'm caught in the middle of it, and it makes me feel like a downer caught in a trap.
On top of that, word has reached us that White Raven, a brash bunch of islanders that remind me so much of the people of Skellige, have all but declared us guilty by association of crimes committed to them by people allied with us. I'm hoping they're more interested in negotiation than The Order. Their jarl, Umarth, seems to be an honorable sort. Perhaps he'll be willing to lend an ear.
And if that weren't enough, a new demon has reared her ugly head. Azreoneus, a demon of greed, made her presence known with a traveling bazaar that proved to be no more than demons masquerading as humans, cursing the people with insatiable greed. They had tricked a colony of wererats into serving them, though we narrowly managed to free them. Sadly, their queen was slain and the demon escaped, but we did learn much about the demons, including ways to combat them.
The situation with The Order worries me the most. Their leader Grimbol is a man driven purely by the desire for power, which makes him especially dangerous. He knows how to push Garon's buttons, and that has me worried that Garon will do something rash. But it's not my place. For now, I must focus on the research I'm conducting. Here's hoping there can be a resolution that doesn't include needless bloodshed.