View source for Chapter 11 -- A Season in Greece, A Season in Hell -- B.E.Z

;[[Lord Blake's Personal Journal]]

<span style="color:#4B0082;">Ostensibly, the journey into civil war torn Greece was to sniff out possible vampiric involvement. But the real reason was to put distance between myself and that strange coterie of people who looked and reminded me so much of my long lost friends. 

<span style="color:#4B0082;">I drove from Sofia to Petrich on the E79 with a myriad of questions about what could have changed them all so completely. 

<span style="color:#4B0082;">In Petrich, I tried to bribe the border guards, only to discover the cost too high and the guards too dishonorable to trust. Instead, I decided to simply walk across the border, or rather hike it, as I would have to avoid the well patrolled road and go overland. 

<span style="color:#4B0082;">Mountains separated the two countries, save for a narrow pass which was simply too well guarded for me to sneak through. I chose instead to hike over Slavyanka/Orvilos Mountain, where the natural beauty soothed my black mood. I managed to dodge several border patrols and lucky enough to not encounter the local lupines.

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(Out of Game -? / In Game - July 4th, 2016)
<span style="color:#4B0082;">After a month long journey, I have finally left Greece behind. I cannot say I will miss it. In the chaos of a civil war, any kind of breach or violation of the traditions could have occurred or be in progress and no one who could resolve those issues is in sight. Not that I blame them. The youth of Greece do whatever pleases them and the devil take the hindmost. While their elders split hairs over policy and procedure, all the while looking over their own shoulders and listening for something that probably cannot be heard. Yes, I have seen enough of Greece, even for someone like me.