I am Mond Sigers. I grew up in the Never winter wood. I was under the tutelage of an oath-taker of Silvanus. From him, I learned of the Balance, how predator and prey, leaf and herbivore, carnivore and predator are all part of the balance. How the deer grew antlers and sharp hooves to counter the lone wolf, and how the wolves evolved to hunt in packs to bring the deer down. For 10 years, I learned by his side, never learning his name, but knowing I could trust him with every ounce of my being. How the trees took nourishment from the ground and when they died, they gave it all back. How the single rotting leaf provided sustenance to the beetle who in turns provides the bird with food. It is all a cycle, destruction, plague, disaster, earthquake, wild fire, new growth, hunting, evolving...until the fateful day.

The ground rocked and rolled, the fury of the Storm lord was coming upon the Never winter wood, Wildfire blossomed, earthquake rolled, lightning and thunder crashed and rolled through the woods like a...storm, as I took shelter, under a rock face, helplessly watching the storms, fire, and lightning. I fell asleep then, praying that the new dawn was not the firestorm I had witnessed that day.

The next was Awe, beauty. The Wildfire that rampaged through the woods left areas where new life may grow in earnest, the earthquake brought forth the rich, fertile soil that was left untapped by all but the oldest and furthest reaching of roots. Deer chewed the cud of fresh grass, the wolf, watching her new pups leave the den for the first time, watching out warily from those who might harm them from sky and ground. I saw the flies festering over the charred corpses of those who were not strong enough to flee from the destructive, and renewing powers of nature. I looked around, with tears in my eyes, and a knelt before the ground, and pledged myself, body and soul to Talos, to see the need of the balance where creation out-weighed destruction, and with him as my patron, the oath-taker of Talos, Mond of Never Winter Wood, shall see to the needs of the balance, and destroy where to much life has become, and the destruction needed to fuel new life shall come.

I found a lightning mark on a piece of bark beside me, where it came from I have no knowledge, but I took it with me, and has never left me since.

Entry Two:

I have traveled far and wide, 5 years of wandering, through the human nations of Cormyr, through the enigmatic tribes of the ghostwise of Chandelwood. Doing my works, destroying so that new life may flourish. I explained it to each oath-taker in the vicinity, most saw reason, though, though I am aggrieved to say, were not, they battled me to protect there precious trees, that sapped the life of its very strength, and could not be made to see reason, so I unleashed the Stormlord's fury upon them, when they were slain, I gave them a prayer for there souls, for they protected the balance, however wrong, in there own way.

So I traveled, destroying to bring creation, working what humans may call evil in order to protect the balance. I destroyed human bridges, for there was a reason why the river was there, to prevent the neighboring ecosystems, though they might appear the same, were quite different. I ripped down Dams, flooded valleys where humans lived, and I watched without pity, for such beings thought they were above nature, and could control its power, so they learned in death how wrong they were. In fire storm, Earthquake, Lightning storm, Hail, I walked in all weathers without fear, for I knew the StormLord protects me, as he does all his followers who he deems worthy. And, if I was not worthy, who is?

So from mountain home, to forest Grove, I visited, my powers growing, pride filling me, I am the great equalizer, the bringer of new life through the power of destruction that I come from being one with Nature, and Talos as my guide. Nothing may stand in my way.

The bark with the lightning Strike symbol is as strong as ever, sometimes I feel the power that the Destroyer invested in it, pulsing at times when I do my work. Destruction to balance creation, that is my purpose, I am an Oath-taker, swarm to preserve the balance, but my way of preserving it is through destruction, so new life may emerge.

Entry three

I grieve, to say this, but I learned my old Tutor has succumbed to disease. My old Tutor, so kind and gentle, strong as the oldest of Oaks, proud and tall, with kindness alight in his eyes. Surely he is proud of my works, For I go, new life comes, from the destruction I bring to bear. Perhaps, when I to, am claimed by the balance to feed and nourish new life, could meet him in death, and ask him if he is proud of me, he must be, for I am all alone now, no one to call friend, no one comes near me out of fear of myself. But I do not let power go to my head, I destroy in order to renew, that is my sole purpose in existence, to maintain the balance against the machinations of man and fell beast.

Against the unworldly creatures that dare walk in this pure world, they must be destroyed, I caught word of a lich 15 days march to the north, he has made his home in the coldest of places where the Destroyer's blizzards are strong enough to whip flesh from bone and turn bone to dust. But with Talos beside me, his own blizzards shant touch me, Auril's cold cannot touch me. I march with purpose, scaling the heights of the mountains of the spine of the world, to find and destroy this foul abberation, for the wielders of undeath upset the balance, and I shall set it right.

The bark I keep with me...I feel its power waning, as if I have done something disfavorable, but I do not serve Talos as a whole, I serve the balance, Talos is merely my guide. So I shall march to do battle with this lich, and show him the force of Nature.

Entry four.

I scale into the realm of this foul being of undeath, the very pervasion of life, the grandiose clement that declared resistance to the final death, through petty human...Sentient need to wish to live, they deny the Balance, fish and fowl, lichen, grass, lemming, owl, and all beings the sustenance they need to become again after the reigning power of destruction leaves for creation to do its work. I stride in full power, being one with nature to the point I feel every rock in the ground, the ice in the ceiling, the world around me, I am aware, and my hatred of this unnatural...THING is directed at it with the full force of the powers of the balance, it fought, with spell, wit, undead servants, but in the end he proved his own demise, he dived to protect a sphere of golden keys...all linked, I knew this was the things one weakness, the anchor that kept it in life, so I turned the power of the Fire Storm, upon it, the flaming strike sent by Talos for his servants to do his bidding, but I serve the balance alone. I destroyed the object, the thing cried out in aghast horror, and turns upon his last, and utter revenge. He cried out in a tongue I know not, suddenly I feel all power leave me, and the earth begin to rumble, by now, the lich is ash from the power of his own spell, but now, in the first time in 25 years...I feel fear.

Was it a week? Two? I know not, but I woke up in this vast cavernous system, I would later know as the underdark, and when I took my first, hesitant steps forward, I stopped, lurched onto my knees, and emptied my bowels. The movements of the earth I can -feel- here, closer within the bowels of Faerun, where earthquake is to be more feared than firestorm and Storm could ever be. But at the same time this place seems...alien. The Underdark has an entirely different ecosystem, but even here, I know I will find fellow Oath takers who knows the balance here, and it should be kept, and I shall adapt that to my own uses, for surely, even a place that life struggles on a daily basis to survive, must be needing the powers of destruction, to bring new growth.

I find the druid's grove, it lies within the wetlands, she is known as grizabella, and she has taught me much of the balance of the underdark, and I now feel the confidence to ful-fill my duties to the Balance.

I feel the power gone, while I regained some, with the assistance of the two oath takers, a oath taker of Silvanus and Talona, I have regained some of my former power, but this town I must take shelter in, it uses an unliving, unfeeling, moving, completely alien to its surroundings, a ...no, not a perversion... something far worse, this must be destroyed, and whoever looks for it to safety must be slain. This perversion must be what the Destroyer, and the Balance, has sent me to destroy, and I will oblige that role with full fervor, destroying all who stand in my way, so that thing can go back into the earth where it belongs, and new growth may come from it.

//died

The journal is found and a new entry is written I knew you for a short time, and I have avenged your death by killing that monstrous clown. I will learn of the balance in your name from Viveka.

[The Book is now in a garbage shaft in the Mines]