Entry one.

This city has presented numerous challenge, physical and mental alike. First arriving confused and disoriented, I made my way through the disgusting streets of Upper Sanctuary. Their citizens mewed for work, a rather fat man named Larry begging for something to occupy his time.

Then, Sheppard and I were introduced. My body was tested to the limits that would slaughter the innards of a common man. I was administered four poisons. The first, one to cloud the mind, was stronly effective. The next three were those demeed worthy of killing a man outright upon ingestion, and little was gained in his endeavors. It would seem my time dwelling amongst the spider's cave, reflecting upon my fate, clearing my mind from the poision slowly coursing through my veins, has been a valuable endeavor. Next time I see the Drow who put me there, I should thank them, before I return the favor in kind.

My venture into the realm of Disease has proven less fruitful. Sitting amongst the rats in the Sewer, observing their movements, sharing blood for blood, I cannot discern how they survive as they do. It may be that in spreading their plague, the Mother takes favor on them, as she did I with the poison, to steer my path. Sheppard's aid shall be inquired, I suppose.

Most curious, was a human I encountered, and his brother. The brother was a soldier, but the youngest is an enigma. Politics is something I have only heard of, but never witnessed first hand. Individuals fall through his fingers like grains of sand, even when he speaks blatantly against their being. In the numerous challenges I faced, including discovering a breed of man-rat that proved impervious to my fists, a test that I believe will be important to overcome, but his personality makes me wonder. Deformed at birth, he has compensated for his lack of physical prowess by Blood rituals of "Art" and his adeptness at manipulate individuals.

I suppose all spiders have their queen. He seems to desire such a position in Sanctuary. He has gifted me the title "Pugilist of Pestilence", which is curious, albeit a true labeling of my skill and ability. In the drow script I was branded "Abandoned" before I was dropped in the tunnels, and my second name, which is Drow for "Scourge", I gifted upon myself after my enlightenment.

It is clear this city presents ample challenge, as well as opportunity to dwell amongst the Plague mother's favorite children.

The plague of the Rat, and the Scurrying ability that Sheppard displayed are goals from the son

The eight legged daughter, I encountered one of abnormally great speed and incredible swiftness of blows, dubbed "Racing" by a layman. I was only gifted four legs, but will continue to have them operate as eight, in both combat and ability.

May the plague mother continue to weaken me within, so I can overcome her and better serve. Her challenge, I welcome.

Entry Two.

It has been four days since my enlightenment at the hands of the Daughters that the Drow left me to die with. After punching an overseer in the groin, I was dragged out to the spider infested caves near the city I now reside in. Beaten, and left for a meal, The spiders were quick to thrust their poison within me. I remember my head becoming foggy and confused, but there was no paralysis, as is often told a reaction to the poison. They wrapped me amongst their webbing, and left me hanging in the damp, putrid smelling cave.

There, surrounded by other vermin, including a rather large rat, I witnessed it gnaw itself free, it as well with no ill-effects of the venom. It gnawed free its neck, then torso, finally its legs and lastly its arms, before nimbly tumbling to the earth, unscathed. The survival skills of the regularly hunted, at their finest. This rat was resourceful, clever, intuitive, and tenacious.

Though it was weak. The bloodied wound still festered where the fangs struck its shoulder, and an ever-so-slight movement was seen upon the ceiling. Unbeknown to the Rat, Its big sister was watching over it, the entire time. Learning of its tricks. Watching its escape. With a slow stream of webbing it descended, in utter silence, above the rat. With a blurring motion, it was upon it, the rat kicking violently and attempting to flee, but the poison coursing in its veins, setting it free from the shackles of learning, and moving on to Talona's warming embrace to reflect on the life it lead.

"Talona Weakens us within. The plaguemother saps our strength", I was once told. This mantra I have made my own. Watching her children interact, I came to understand what it was I must do to survive. Death is a slow creature. Cumbersome and effective. With each new thing learned, we are advanced forward, while the cold, unlearning, haunting fate that awaits us all crawls ahead slowly. Each time she weakens, she teaches. With her teaching, one is able to fend off death, and continue to learn. An endless cycle of improvement.

Such knowledge provided my escape, for the sentry spider was weakened from its little brother's might. Thick, disguistingly green globs of mucus grew over its eyes. A plague. With its removal, I was free to escape, and make my way to this city.

And finally, I have learned my lesson from reflection and current events. Sitting amongst a house full of her children, over the corpse of an old woman who dared to strike me, I felt her presence. The feces and garbage strewn about, the piles of old, decaying food, and the hundreds of rats. Her soft touch on my neck. Her hair draped across my chest. And my mind open.

No longer will I be forced to fear my little brothers, nor their plague. In further effort of my deeds to spread her desire to better myself, I have been chosen.

As always, the learning can continue.