1345 A.D.
Recently I have had to become a serf and work on a lord's land for a living. However most people think I should be disappointed by this, but I actually am quite pleasant with my situation. After all I have land of my own, a warm house, and best of all protection from thieves and madmen alike. Not to mention my lord is a generous man from what I hear the other lord's take much more from there serf's. My lord seems to be alone and having no family to support he demands much less of us because he needs less from us. The manor is very far from any town, as we are settled close to a monastery; it is a half days walk to the nearest town.
1347 A.D. October
Recently I have heard that the savage Mongols have a city called Caffa under siege. The story is, they have been suffering some unknown illness and their dead were catapulted over the walls of Caffa, in hope of infecting the citizens! The man at the general store told me most of the citizens have fled by ship to places like Messina, Genoa, and Venice. I guess the Mongols can have that one.
1348 A.D. March
It is to my horror that I was informed on my rare trip to town that the strange sickness those Mongols had has spread to all the port cities the citizens had fled to. What's even more disturbing is that hardly any of them had more than 10 living people on board. Some ships were found grounded with no one alive onboard! According to the tailor people have foolishly and greedily looted these ships of their valuables and all have died or fallen ill. It sounds like a curse of some sort but the Mongols had it to, so I talked to the local apothecary and he believes it is a disease, the priest believes this hypothesis is correct.
1348 A.D. August
Today I am scared for my life as this curse, or illness has spread to most of Europe. Entire kingdoms have been taken over by this disease. My lord does not believe we are in danger because we are on an island, however I doubt him for one reason: we are still trading; sending ships out, and taking ships in without even the slightest care. I fear it's only a matter of time before England is hit with God's vengeance for our sins.
1349 A.D. February
On my first trip to town since last spring, I notice a dead man just out side the walls. His shirt covered in what looks like blood. He has heinous black swelling on his neck and his fingers look blackened with gangrene. I quickly and nervously move past trying to avoid seeing his grotesque corpse anymore than necessary. As soon as I enter the city a pungent, horrific odor burns my nostrils. Soon I will know it as the stench of death. Cautiously, I take another step or two into the town, about twenty ahead yards ahead I see three cats hanging dead from a sign. By now I'm terrified; the only life I've seen is a black rat feasting on a corpse in the general store. Then, quite suddenly, I see a window open thirty yards to my North West. I almost stumble backwards as what appears to a huge bird like creature with the body of man yells desperately for me to leave this place. He seems to suffer a horrible coughing fit then, to my horror, he rips of his mask just in time to vomit a bright red broth of blood. He appeared to stumble weakly before collapsing, and falling out of the window and on to the street below. For me, my curiosity has been quelled a thousand times over and I run like a man possessed away from the town as fast as I can. When I reach my lord's land I strip my clothes and burn them, terrified this Black Death has gotten on me. I scrub every inch of my skin nearly raw. Once I was decent again, I waste no time in getting to father Pascal, and confessing my sins. I then spill out the horrors I have seen, bawling the entire time. My lord confronts hearing from the father my tale. He explains that I shall not let anyone on our lands not even the king himself, he says we and the monastery maybe the only survivors left in England.
1349 A.D. September
I am no longer serf, my lord has told me I am free to stay, and he is willing to pay me to keep working for him. I have a good relationship with him and have decided take his offer. I question his sudden offer he only tells me another lord wanted to by my contract. Food has become expensive, the grain I grow is so valuable I often catch at least 1 thief a week trying to rob me of my crop. Yesterday day night I saw a couple of people with funny stars on them being chased by some lunatics with torches, for some reason they were yelling things like “Heretic!”, and “Pestilence Causer!”, I wondered if they were just trying a new way to steal my grain.
1349 A.D. December
Today I heard that 2 Jews were burned at the stake for causing the plague, Father Pascal, and Brother Francis from the monastery disapprove of these actions and believe it is indeed a disease that's ravage all of God's creation. I asked them if they thought this was just a punishment from God, we all concluded it was both and this was how He chose to do it. I just hope it goes away.
