[Bound in the skin of a kobold, this book is quite valuable by itself, yet has been made worthless by several pages being written in. The writing is neat and fancy, and the book is in peak condition.]
Entry One
I'm the luckiest man alive. It seemed almost impossible to escape them, but I did it. I ran, ran, and ran until I arrived in some strange cave.
I almost killed it's inhabitant, a grey Dwarf. A Duergar, I believe.
His name is Nurtle, and he's been in this God forsaken place for a long time. He told me to go to Sanctuary, a place that's falling apart in both physical and social situations. It's a stolen city that's older than one-hundred and fifty years old, which makes it's sorry state worse.
I've met a few people in Sanctuary; mostly kindhearted, yet the rest have... "questionable integrity". The one that worries me most is "The Death Card", or "Card" for short.
He accompanied me, Alex, Nelas, and a whole bunch of other busybodies when asking about the Portal to the Surface. He was strong, quick, and deadly. He threatened me with a blade, going after me, slashing as hard as he could.
And I knocked him down on the ground; me. Natheric Talrov, some noble outcast from Mosstone! If only Alex hadn't knocked him out; I truly wished to make him realize that I was not to be trifled with.
But I shouldn't act like that. Ever.
If I had taken down Card, maybe he would've left me alone, or maybe he would've become more vicious in our meetings.
I don't want that. I have enemies in Mosstone, in the Tethyrian treestorms, in the Underdark; I don't want any in Sanctuary, my Sanctum.
Priorities