Children of the Night
Diary of Sir Elias Redcliff of Caliphas
Fireday, 18th of Arodas, 4717 AR,
At last we've reached Vauntil. After nearly two weeks of inns with barely enough stuffing to make a proper bed between them the vineyards along this last stretch have been positively majestic. It really has been too many years since I've made the journey, although I must say it is not improved by visiting each pitiful little hamlet along the way. (note to self, the peasantry seem far less filled with heroic requests than one might guess)
In any case, dear reader, I should explain just what is going on, especially since an inpatient few of you may have skipped the earlier volumes. I understand as well as you that this is where the true excitement begins. Still, a little refreshment on what brought us here is in order.
I was born on the 24th of Neth in the year 4690 AR to Matthias and Svete Redcliff. Which reminds me, if you have not already learned the history of House Redcliff, both illustrious and tragic, I must recommend you do so, for it is sure to have some bearing on my own tale. In any case, I seem to have been their last, making my way into this world just a few minutes after my twin, and finding myself the youngest of six. I'm sure you shall get to know the others, Gregor, Petros, Merigold, Albin, and Rennis, in due course. Being born into such a setting ensured I was raised in the finest conditions, given the best education, and taught all the proper manners of the nobility of Ustalav. I am as well positioned as any to know both the virtues and the vices of this highest class of person.
From a young age I knew I was not destined for the drudgery of the family business, and thankfully Gregor seems to have taken that mantle up with pride. Nor was I destined for the church and order like Albin, or the purposeless academic squabbles Petros so loves at University. To occupy myself I enjoyed the best that Caliphas has to offer. The most glamorous of parties, the most beautiful of women, the most moving of poetry, the most daring of mischief. It was certainly fun, but as one goes on in years a certainly self capacity for reflection does grow, and this is how I came to realize that I must work towards more noble goals.
You see, I could not help but notice the pettiness of what my family has become. Merchant enterprise may be a useful foundation, but what good do we do with it? This country is a wreck, and has been for many years. But we, descendants of heroes, let our legacy lie still as the principality rots around us. Well, no longer.
The nobility must lead by example again. Courage and heroism in the face of evil. Maintenance of justice and the rule of law. Obedience to one's betters and responsibility for one's lessors. Wisdom and benevolence in leadership. Sacrifice towards the common good according to the means of each. If others will not take up the mantle of re-igniting these virtues, then I suppose the task falls to me, just as it did to Filip and Odric.