I thought Britain's weather was bad… I can't stand all of this snow, and neither can the crew. After we made it to the Netherlands, we made some quick repairs to the ship, refueled, and headed further north into Norway. We would have simply made our rounds, but we didn't want to enter German waters, even though according to the demographics, there's only slightly more Catholics there than Protestants, but we don't want to risk any confrontations with the Iscariot organization. According to H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G; at least, they're supposedly a lot less "forgiving". We made another quick stop in Denmark for more supplies and such, but our sources indicate that there's a high concentration of supernaturals in the Scandinavian area. Our mission is to establish a network there as well, just as we have elsewhere.

We have made contacts in both the Netherlands and in Denmark, so the Order is getting more members and is starting to become international. There's plenty of places for us to hide, if H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. decides to follow us now. Some of the villages were welcoming, while others simply told us to sod off in varying degrees of politeness, and it's the same, here.

We have new faces joining us in freezing our asses off. We're now able to distribute the chain of command a bit better, so it's not just the three of us running things. Wink and Hobbs are starting to get on each other's nerves, so it's best to give them a break from each other whenever possible. Wink had to be persuaded to un-freeze Hobbs at one point because he told her to stop complaining about the cold, while he himself wore both a full coat of fur and a coat of fabric as well. She's getting better at magic, but I'm still not too happy about wasting that time out in the middle of the woods while we're all trying not to get frostbite. Thank god there was a village of elves nearby who were willing to allow us to rest for a while.

They were the first elves we had come across on this little "adventure". Most of the supernaturals we had come across had been trolls, and a few of them remained with us in hopes of getting out of their villages and branching out. It's odd how different the Elves here look. They have the light-coloured hair, but it also comes in red instead of just white and blonde, and their ears aren't nearly as pointed. It's very slight, I've noticed. They also have blue eyes. All of them. The British ones in our crew all have gold, and a few green. A few of these elves have hairy lower-halves, like a faun or something. They and this other kind that have tails are called "huldra", I think. None of my crew aside from the trolls we had met along the way had seen anything like them, before.

Anyway, we were able to rest here for a few nights in exchange for giving them food and a few other things. One of them was really weird. I still can't really believe that happened. Apparently, the Scandinavian elves consist of primarily women, even though there are a few men, simply since females are more common. A lot of us noticed this right away but didn't really pay much mind to it. They say that a long time ago, they would kidnap human men who wandered through their forest and use them to help their population, since this species of elves can't make hybrids with humans. It's like how anything combined with an incubus or succubus will make an incubus or succubus. The stopped doing this, however, but as a result, they've started dying out. We could see it while walking through the village. I'm not sure how else to phrase this, but… They also accepted men as payment?

They were very peculiar about who they'd accept, though. Only elves, sorcerers, and the few humans that were in our group. A werewolf or two was accepted as well. We all got together for one or two nights, and then they were done with us, really. They accepted being part of our network, but didn't expect any of us to follow-up on any children made to repopulate the village. They didn't seem to even want us to. Some of the crew was disappointed about that, really. Part of me was, but there's no way I could have been any good for a kid.

We've been able to set up a radio network and retain contact with all of the communities we made alliances with. They even started flying scarlet flags. Every single one has a different design on them. It's almost like we're pirates or something. That sounds pretty good, actually.

It's ironic that we're gathering boats for members to spread out in across the water. I do think that we need a central base, however, but I haven't figured out where yet. I've been talking about it with Wink and Hobbs, but we can't seem to agree on anything. An island would be ideal to work as a port for all of our vessels, but there's none in this patch of ocean that we can use without being detected. If we get enough vessels, we can probably even capture more to keep running.

I've been thinking about raising some hell to draw H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. out. If they're not manning the base, we can attack it again, but this time, with actual arms. They won't be able to hurt people like us again. It's more than that, though… I know it is… I still don't understand it myself, though… I want revenge on H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. for imprisoning me and treating me like a monster, and I also want to punish the Watchdog and Lion for letting them doing it. They had plenty of chances to help me, but they knew who they were loyal to, and I learned that quickly.

Just telling the people we meet on our travels what H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. has done is enough to convince them to help. They've murdered entire families of supernaturals, and mutilated others. They took Wink's eye. Her story isn't the only one. H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. has always been cruel for the sake of "helping" humanity. It's government-supported genocide disguised as a measure to better society. No amount of rebranding will ever change any of that.

The ice hurts, but it's not nearly as bad as being forced to fight and kill supernaturals. It's like they're not even people to them. Even Ciel and Alois—I mean—the Watchdog and the Lion don't feel anything for the people they kill. Since that's the case, I won't either. Once they're gone, I'll go build up more power and take on Iscariot. The Scarlet Order will support the supernaturals of Europe and help them thrive. If I have to freeze my ass off a bit to get there, so be it.

This is harder than I thought it would be, but it's rewarding at the same time. My cause is right, and the people support me. Personally, I don't like violence for many reasons, but sometimes, it's the only thing that works. When dealing with a boogeyman who supernaturals gather around the campfire at night to tell stories about, one can never be too careful. For now, we're relaxing until dawn, when we start moving again, but soon, we'll have to put everything we've built up to good use.