It has been a very long day. Or days? I have been awake, on the hunt for many. The priest is dead. He was running around the dark in a pink suit. I toasted Malar with his blood, then ate his heart for his power. The pigs enjoyed the rest.

Today I met fellow hunters. Two druids, that did not recognize each other as such. They fought well, and were kind to me. I do not bite the hand that feeds me. The slavers taught me well. I have never tasted elf before, though. All the Fair Folk must be destroyed. I will think on this.

Then there was Linda, Lady of Tyr. Lord Firemane is allied with Tyr. But, Linda brought me back to life. I cannot kill her. She is strong. I feel I must protect her, as she has protected me.

I miss the days of the hunt. We were the "Hunt". They understood us. Now I become darkness. I will hunt who I like.

I have waited days now. I let the lycanthropes bite me before killing them. There has been no change. Why has there been no change?

This place has to many rules. I have to find my own place. Where are the others?

Death means nothing here. I do not understand. They rise days later from that accursed building. Only that cage leaves them dead. They should let us hunt them in teh dark. Stoning in a cage is not the way to do it. Chase them down, slay them.

I have to find what is below the below. I know there are darker places. Places that are good for hunting. Rats are good for the goblins, but I want to find bigger game for Lower. Something they can really sink their teeth into.