Update: I have decided to continue this series through the Color of Madness DLC, which I am really enjoying. I'm going to continue it in this story. I really should have done that with the Crimson Court entries and the previous story, but hindsight is 20/20.

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Week 138 – The Heiress

Wilhelmina Constantine von W-, Heiress and Lady of the Hamlet: Her Diary.

It can't be the absinthe, because I haven't had any for at least a week, but I'm still dreaming.

Maybe it's just the aftereffects of putting down the Countess and Brèvedent. Gods and little fishes, but that was abhorrent! Even so, I doubt that's the cause. I've never known myself to be so affected that it disturbs my sleep.

Maybe it's the lights in the sky lately.

I dream about soldiers, and stones, and things moving in the Courtyard's muck. Things bigger than a man. Old, stony things.

This place is inked through and through with curses and witchcraft and a malice that seems to challenge me.

Well, I'm up to that challenge, dreams or no dreams, damn it. These horrors are going to yield or die, because I am not leaving.

Couer's been gone for days on some damned meditation journey. When he gets back I'm going to beat him and Howard into speaking to one another for long enough to get a straight answer out of them about all that.

Lady W., Heiress.

Week 139a – Mathan, Houndmaster

Heiress sent us out to the Courtyard. Never been there myself, but Lulubelle sniffed us a way through the muck like she was born to it. She's a good dog. I'm glad that devil Brèvedent didn't get her too bad.

Even after what we've been through it's still hard to believe that someone I fought alongside could do a miserable thing like that. Stabbing a dog, killing those people. Miserable.

Glad she's dead.

We found some kind of big statue bastard in the Courtyard. I thought it was going to crush us all but that foreigner Aljarhaa smashed it to flinders. I got a funny feeling it's not really gone. There's old hate in the soil there.

We'll see. Got to get back to the Hamlet now. Lights in the sky making Lulubelle uneasy. There was a crash like thunder a few hours ago.

Feels like something's coming.

Mathan.

Week 139b – Rache, Harlequin Jester

Things are coming back to me.

It's all in flashes. Little bits of light. I remember the crazy times. I remember being broken to pieces by that thing in the Weald.

I feel like I've been walking through a hall of mirrors. Where is Rache? Which face is hers?

I saw a light. It was… it wasn't blue. It wasn't green or any other color I can name.

It was in the sky and now, or yesterday, or tomorrow it fell into the world and everything has always been different.

I think it's why I'm here. Back. Why I've always been back I'm losing my mind.

I think Thorel fell in love with me. Some time between the time I died and now.

I wish I never woke up.

Week 140 – Bosc, Plague Doctor

A monumental achievement! Despite being poisoned by that demented woman, the experiments I had prepared for the death of the Countess have born fruit.

I can cure the Crimson Curse. That being the case, I am happy to accept that name as a quaint description of the disease instead of magical-minded mockery at my previous failures.

Dismas, layman that he is, suggested that without the Countess anchoring the mystical aspect of the Curse, it is now more susceptible to my efforts than would previously have been possible. Nonsense, of course; I always knew it would yield to my experimentations soon enough.

Couer has returned from his wanderings. He went to meditate and then vanished for weeks, taking every book of astronomy I possessed with him. I suspect he raided the Heiress's library as well, but I doubt she noticed. She's been far too busy to read, and with Craon dead there's no one to organize the books.

A comet has been flashing in the sky for days. I admit to a certain lack of expertise in matters of the heavens, but I do not feel that is quite normal.

It fell to the earth miles from the Hamlet, on an ancient Farmstead. I've been too busy to examine it myself, but the Heiress sent out a party to investigate.

Perhaps there will be some star-spawned strain of blight that I can make use of.

Bosc, Dr. Md., physician.