I remember it clearly. Myself and my men, lounging around the heat of the campfire. Smug and non-alert. Comfortable. Foolish.

The drow raiding party was ruthlessly efficient. We were subdued before we even knew what was happening. Then blackness.

I awoke, cold, bloodied and shivering, in some dank room. There I learnt starvation and cold, anew. I prayed to my Lord Bane often, knowing that my faith would keep me strong. I held on...many of my company didnt.

We were auctioned off at the slave blocks, bought by the foul illithid. We were set to work at once, kept alive only enough to do so. I would be lying if I said I did not feel doomed, and held no hope. But I continued to pray. I held on. More perished.

I started to organise the rest of the thralls. We had to break out. I taught the strongest how to ward the mind, how to keep their will strong. These techniques I learnt from my time in the army. How to shield the mind from the rigours of the body during torture. The illithid could read minds. Our plan had to be kept secret.

It didnt work. The illithid must have broken down some weak fool. They were on us instantly. We ran. And ran. Exhausted and malnourished as we were, some of us managed to break out, into the Underdark. There we met darkness, in its most absolute form. Our numbers slowly dropped, as we stumbled on into the dank, dark avenues of the Underdark. I continued to pray.

I was the last left alive...I cut up and ate raw the flesh of my comrades, after they died. I was desperate. Nothing but a whithered vampire.

My memory fails me here. All I remeber is waking at the sound of voices. Fresh, human voices, free of any terror or despair. I looked up, and saw the gates and the clean, untroubled faces of the guards.

My Lord had delivered me to Sanctuary.

Sanctuary. I had thought that perhaps most of the city would have been made up from the strong. For me, getting here relied upon being strong. Physically and mentally. Faith-wise. This is not the case. Everywhere I look I see the weak. Ex-slaves, as I am, though many here are meek of mind and faith.

Fortunately, this is not the case for everyone. I have met three so far who are, or have been turned toward being, at my hands, faithful to Bane. The orc, Kresk, who is strong as an ox, though I fear he is of equal mental capacity. I converted him, and he will prove useful. Nighteyes also I converted, sleight of build yet quick and graceful, moving in the shadows unsees. An assassin-in-training. Finally, Coronado, a man of much skill on the battlefield, with an intellect to match. He was faithful to Bane prior to us meeting. Claims he has received a divine vision from the Lord. I doubt this, and the validity of the vision itself, though my respect for him is much. Who knows, it may be true. Time will tell. To my knowledge, priests are the only ones who recieve his Will through visions.

Priests...would that there where one down here. I need guidance. For the first time, I am without regular word from priests of the Lord. As a soldier in the Zhent army, our battle clerics preached his Will daily. I miss that.

My search for one must continue though.

Praise be to Bane.

The search has ended. Unto me comes priest Matho Jolic, from the Keep itself. He is a quick-thinking man, wise as well. His guidance here will be much needed.

He has immediately confirmed my suspicions that Coronado's dream, whereby he stands victorious over the smoking ashes of Traensyr, is not the will of Bane. Only priests receive his Will. I confronted him about this, but he seemed reluctant to discuss it, and still feels it the dream was divinely inspired by the Great Black Hand. This borders on heresy...I'll have to do something about it.

Mixed news.

Nighteyes and Kesk's training has been comig along nicely. Both have found the Strength that is granted thourgh Faith in the Black Lord. My own power grows greatly also. I have had many arena fights, and have learnt many new fighting styles. My material wealth grows too. I now have a decent set of full plate, along with a variety of lesser magical items and much gold.

Priest Matho informed me that Coronado had divulged to him plans of a militant coup of Sanctuary. His goal is apparently to seize control of, and then build up, Sanctuary as a military power. Traensyr is the ultimate goal, in accordance with his deluded vision which he still holds to be divinely inspired by Bane.

For the coup, Coronado has apparently been manouvering politically, with an unkown number of co-conpirators, some of which he said were in the Spellguard itself.

Priest Matho and immediately moved to end his plans. We posted out letters to Council members and the Spellguard, as well as public notices, exposing Coronado and his plans for a coup.

This didnt go as well as expected. We intended to garner the reputation of the faithful of Bane here in Sanctuary with the public notices. The citizens would see us as proactive defenders of the city. I think we have been successful there.

However, the Spellguard and some of the Councilors wrote back, accusing us of lies and self-aggrandizement. The fools. I really tire of them all, and would like nothing more than to strike the Fear of Bane into their hearts. With a sword down the throat.

However, I acted as I should have. With brains. I immediately sent replies ensuring the Council of Bane in Sanctuary was not accusing the Spellguard of involvement, and sent out the public warnings with good intentions. My aim is to make the authorities and the citizens alike see Banites as a group of lawful protectors, with a reputation for honesty and courage.

I am unaware of the success of this.

Coronado and his underlings will likely be making contracts for my head, and no doubt priest Matho's also. I care not. Let them come. We'll sacrifice every single one to my Lord.

Matho is dead. I have no doubt Coronado was behind it. He will die for it.

I fell in battle the other day. I had earnt my passage to my Lord rightfully. This was not to be though. The idiots in my group used my gold to raise me in some temple back in Sanctuary. How dare they? They had no fucking right. Whats more, my Tyrant let them...I was prepared to go to Him, serve Him where needed in the afterlife. I do not know what I have done wrong to deserve this punishment. He willingly let them drag me back to this cesspit. I have ever served Bane, and yet he still rejects me...

It matters not. If I am back here, then I am back here. I've changed, however. If I want something, I'm going to take it. If I want to kill someone, I'm going to do it. This dank world is simply that, a dank world. I am going to destory everything in it. I don't give a fuck anymore.

*DEAD*

OOC> Am I supposed to delete this now, and if so, how?