The simple brown box is small with a top barely longer than a man’s hand and no more wide. It opens to reveal a stack of small papers that are all tattered at the left side. Ink from one small page to the next small page becomes darker.
An army was crushed before the temple.
We must use this position again. Unlike
the false god, there was little glamour in
this.
Blood was shed near the face. I slew he
who killed my friend. He denied me the
chance to do it myself.
At least one of Orgcand’s knights still
lives for now. He knew nothing of her
treasure.
Monk has given me the gems, deeming
them worthless. An inarticulate Kran
named Nader was envious of them.
There are too many, I must hide them.
The prophet was half right, but she
taught me something she didn’t mean to.
Lilliath’s stone is a map.
I’ve found it. Satayne says he will carry
it for me. There is enough to conquer
the world.
The “dark” one turned her nose up at the
invitation to our order, perhaps for the
best. It is one thing for us to accumulate
loyalists, but our personal numbers is a
I returned to the stone face where I hid
the gems. It seemed a suitable location
at the time, but they are gone.
different matter. I turned her in the
direction of a group describing
themselves as death mages – she should
have some fun with them.
Those supposed necromancers have
adopted new names and faces. I’ve met
yet another who wishes to kill Divolg.
She is working on her missal. Should
anything happen, their word will live on.
Perhaps I do the same with this.
Ember?
I have rejoined that circle that we had
hoped to encourage. It is not like the
days of old, but what is?
I have forced them to find themselves
again.
Events have made it obvious that I was
betrayed. He continues to show that side
of himself which I so sternly gave
warning of.
The threat persists.
People fail to recognize me, even after
hearing my name. Have I been hiding so
long?
I saw her again. Is she following me?
And to what end? What secret does she
have left to protect?
There are many blank pages, but nothing more is written.
