Scarecrow went back to the library to do some research. He found out that the T symbol he was seeing in his dreams was a Tau cross which was the cross of St Anthony. He also read something that made him think his dreams were caused by a fungal infection. He went to buy some pills which he thought would cure him. A few days later Kyte called us on our sellfons and asked us to meet him at Sister Abigails. He seemed to think she could help him with his dreams.

Kyte told Abigail about one of his dreams where he had met someone called Joaquin who asked for help. She looked him up on her internet and found reference to a Joaquin who was a defence lawyer and who was currently in hospital for a stress related illness. He was currently involved in a murder trial. Kyte wanted to see him, so Abigail took him to his office. The rest of us went to a coffee shop.

Joaquin was in a hospital, so Kyte went there to speak to him. Joaquin was mad and all Kyte found out was that he had some interest in some musicians calling themselves "Sin is grace". At least he was repeating their name. Kyte had heard them in one of the clubs he frequents. While in the coffee shop my promoter Larry called me and suggested I meet him at the fight club in the evening to discuss some business.

In the evening I went to the fight club while the others went to Kims. Larry said an anonymous client was willing to pay 500 dollars for a private fight to which I agreed. Larry drove me there but insisted I was blindfolded so I did not know the location of the fight.

It was a good fight. I broke his jaw and wrist, but he got a lucky hit in my eye which momentarily blinded me giving him the chance to win. I got Larry to drop me off at Kims on the way back.

The others had been listening to "Sin is grace". Scarecrow had found out they had some connection with something called dream poison. I arrived just at the end of some fight which the others were involved in. It looked like one of the bouncers was attacking people. Blizzard said it was a diversion so Scarecrow could steal a diary belonging to one of the musicians.

From reading the diary Scarecrow found the musicians belonged to a cabal which the called "The musicians" and specialised in mind magic. They had been spreading "dream poison" and believed the man with the ergot smile" would be able to return to Arcadia if 1000 sleepers became infected and would take them with him.

The following morning I got a phone call from Larry. He had arranged another fight for me in the evening. I am to meet him at 8pm. Scarecrow and Kyte had had another dream. Kyte had agreed with some fay in his dream that he would trick some changeling into going to the hedge where they could be captured. Scarecrow had agreed a more open 'would research how he could help the fay'. The fay had been banished from Arcadia until 1000 madmen dreamed the same dream.

Blizzard got a phone call from Stans wife who said Stan had gone missing while walking the dog last night. She asked if we could help. Blizzard arranged for charming to give us a lift there. Charming did not seem keen. He wanted to go shopping.

We spoke to Stans wife. She told us the route he walked the dog. We followed the route to the local park. Kyte announced he had found Stans trail then started following a butterfly. He led us to a fence. Kyte then opened an entrance to the hedge. We stepped through. Kyte found some tracks which turned into hoof marks and disappeared off the park. As we looked round we heard a voice above us. It came from some sort of sprite who said she had seen a black horse take a man into the thorns. The horse had a mans head and ate the dog. We decided there was no point trying to follow and went back through the gateway.

There were some kids playing in the park. They asked us to play football with them, but it seemed the rules were more like a strange version of rugby. We played for a while but the rules were incomprehensible.

Kyte met up with Charming to go shopping. The rest of us took a bus back to central Miami. Scarecrow went off to the hospital to see someone he knew. I went back to the freedom tower with Blizzard. We told Elmo about the musicians. He decided they should be killed and told us we would be given something called plastic which we should use to destroy their van after their gig this evening. I called Larry to ask if he could arrange for the fight to be earlier in the evening.

Larry agreed. In the evening he picked me up and took me to the fight. I was blindfolded for the trip as usual. My opponent had a strange fighting style which I had never seen before and had no defence against. After the fight Larry dropped me off where I was meeting the others. The plan was for Kyte and Blizzard to plant the explosives then I would trigger the explosives when the musicians left.

We parked outside the night club where the musicians were playing. Kyte climbed up a fire escape to the top of a nearby building then glided down onto the clubs roof before jumping down behind the van. Blizzard went inside to distract the security guard while Kyte planted the C4 under the van.

We waited for a couple of hours for the musicians to finish and pack up, then we followed them as they left.

Kyte was driving but he was not very good and they spotted us. As they accelerated away Scarecrow grabbed the detonator and set off the C4. Several civilians were caught in the blast. Kyte and Scarecrow got out of the car. Scarecrow ran away and Kyte went to see if there were any survivors. I persuaded StElmo that we should leave than and get away from the area. Kyte was questioned by the police but gave them the slip after convincing them he needed to go to the hospital.

The following day Blizzard had an argument with StElmo then went to Grandfather Thunder to tell him it was StElmos decision to let the imbecile Kyte drive and therefore his fault we were spotted following the musicians. Thunder said the argument should be resolved by a hedge duel. The duel was scheduled for a couple of days later. They agreed to fight with truncheons until unconsciousness.

Neither were particularly good fighters and many blows struck were minor but finally Blizzard managed to strike a blow which knocked StElmo unconscious. Thunder announced Blizzard would gain StElmos rank and privileges and StElmo would have to report to him. I doubt he will keep those privileges long.

ENTRY EIGHT: January 13th, 2010

Further to comments I made in an earlier entry, I feel very little satisfaction at saving the lives of the six mortal in the Hedge at the culmination of our previous mission for the Summer Court. Although I was going to do everything in power to save them my motivation was to thwart the plans of the Gentry and not out of any real concern for the mortals. This might appear cold to others but I need only remind them that my heart is indeed made of ice. It my mind the end justifies the means. If I need to save mortals to undo that mischievous schemes of the Gentry then I will; if I need to kill mortals to achieve the same ends then I will kill them. Killing other Changelings doesn't sit uncomfortably with me, however. Our existences are precarious enough without warring on each other, and discovering that some lunatic Lost are willing co-operate with the Gentry feels as if part of my form is melting. Unless ensorcelled by the Gentry how could they commit such a heinous crime? I have vague stirrings of memories of performing mercy killings in the past, perhaps related to the military background of this Blimp character that I was long ago. I suppose I have to consider our killing of those deluded and misguided Lost as mercy killings. I believe the important thing is to keep perspective; the Lost we encountered were truly beyond salvation, but where there is even a tiny glimmer of the possibility of salvation then I believe it is our duty to pursue this first, and to consider every other possibility as a last resort. I very much doubt that my bloodthirsty motley will think the same, but it is a standard I must try and maintain for myself.

I think the main issue with the rest of my motley is their lack of responsibility. Scarecrow may be a possible exception, but the cowardly philosophy of his Court coupled with his own instincts for self preservation and self aggrandizement, make it unlikely. Certainly Kyte's hedonism and Tweeny's baser instincts means that any actions they take are for their own whims and desires. They have no sense of responsibility or duty. Kyte would exploit any of the Courts for his own ends regardless of how much those Courts have helped him. I find the tolerance of the Summer Court to his selfish behaviour surprising to say the least; I wouldn't stand for it if I were in a position of authority. I have tried to make John St. Elmo aware of Tweeny's recklessness. His usefulness to Summer Court depends entirely on his whims, and this should not be tolerated because he owes the Court his life. The incident with the snake and how it jeopardised the rest of the motely is typical example, and I felt duty bound to inform John St. Elmo of the events, particularly as Flickering Ember was similarly outraged. While I baulked at the idea of an official hearing before Grandfather Thunder I am hoping that John St. Elmo will be able to provide a salutary lesson for Tweeny to make him fully aware of the debt he owes the Summer Court. It is a debt that he should not be allowed to take so lightly.

ENTRY NINE: January 14th, 2010

I find the four Mortals that form the musical quartet calling themselves "Sin is Grace" - a banal name that is almost suits the dirge they called music - alarming, although in ways that are not fully clear to me. The journal we acquired belonging to Keith, the vocalist, as I believe is the vernacular, uses the term "Sleepers" to refer to their fellow Mortals. It is the capitalisation that I find ominous. Much in the same way that we capitalise "Mortals", or "Lost", or "Gentry" because there are very real differences between the three, his use of "Sleepers" suggests to me that they do not merely BELIEVE they are different from their fellow Mortals, but that they ARE actually different. It which case we could be dealing with something of which we have no knowledge, and I believe that we need to tread cautiously. I am hoping that our respective Courts can shed light on the unfamiliar terms in his journal, terms like "Arcanium" and "Magos", and perhaps provide some guidance on how to proceed.

More than anything else I am hoping that whatever manner of creature these Mortals prove to be that they are open to reason. From Keith's journal it would appear as they have entered into a bargain with one of the Gentry without any idea of their mischievous nature; and I can only hope that they have not made a Pledge with it. They seem to view Arcadia with almost religious fervour, as if it will provide the answer to all of their questions. Perhaps if we can reveal the true nature of the Gentry and the horrors of Arcadia, as fragmented as our memories of these horrors may be, they will realise the foolishness of their ways and work with us to foil the scheme of this particular Gentry. Without a doubt they have to be stopped and I can only hope that they are open to a peaceful solution. However, the influence of the Gentry is strong and if it has corrupted them then I fear that a peaceful solution may not be an option.

ENTRY TEN: January 15th, 2010

As seems to increasingly be the case on the Summer Court is prepared to take direct action against these Mortals who call themselves Mages. I was very shocked to discover that they do actually possess some kind of power that normal Mortals do not possess. I had thought that only the Lost and the Gentry were able to manipulate reality for their purposes. The Summer Court's reaction, namely to blow the Mages to bits with this wonder explosive material they call C4, suggests that the threat posed to these Mages should not be taken lightly. I was slightly disappointed that direct action was necessary as I had hoped to talk to these Mages and explain my few recollections of Arcadia in order to persuade them to abandon their foolish plan. Clearly their perception of Arcadia as some kind of nirvana is based on their own ridiculous fantasies, and the Gentry are exploiting this for their own ends. However, I have no experience of these Mages, as my Court does, so I respect their wisdom and will carry out my orders.

Unlike the rest of my motley, who I feel I am slowly losing to the distractions of this world. They seem to be losing all sense of perspective about our very existence, our very nature, and our plight at the hands of the Gentry. Tweeny is more interesting in it bizarre career than working for any cause. He was even prepared to ignore the orders of the Court in tackling the Mages as it clashed with some competition he was participating in, which is all the more outrageous as it is the Court that is providing him this job! Scarecrow is more interested in his own selfish pursuits - whatever they might be - that seem to take more and more of his time. And Kyte is already a lost cause, addicted to the hedonism of his vapid Court, and making all kinds of desperate pledges with Sister Abigail that will lead him goodness knows where. It seems to me as if I am the only member of my motley that has any appreciation of the seriousness and the precariousness of our very existence as Lost.