[This journal is no longer on hand by Smoosh. Who ever took care of his body after he was stoned to death would have this book]

Where once was light, now darkness falls.

I am in this ultimate cavern of holding. There is no way out. We are lost. We can never go home.

The lizards brought me down here to my master’s cave, and they received payment in death. Foolish. If they do not destroy me, they will be the destroyed. Much more death followed me on the way to this town of Sanctuary, and a sanctuary it is. It is my sanctuary of destruction, for there are always those needing something destroyed, or those that need to be destroyed. I write this now, to record all my destruction. I walk out of this town, and I find a mole, the very epitome of It. I follow it. I mention the name of It, and the mole stops. I feel arrows in my back, and I awake.

So this is my calling. She tells me to bring her the fifteen, and the destruction of sentients. So much to destroy, so little time. My time is two weeks. So much to revel in. The death of half rat men, and shining faeries. Zerelde is an ally, but I do not call her friend. No loyal friend was ever there for me. Finding gems was no work, I expected more death. The eyed-tiger Captain Rosa the Duergar mine woman Even Zerelde These are gem givers. My count is [the numbers 3, 5, and 7 are crossed out] 10. Five more and I appease It. It is my only. My own, mine, me. My… precious?

[The writing is written as if in a hurry] I sit in this cage of those who are of “Sanctuary”. All I do is what It tells me. All I ever do. I hate them, I do. I hate them all. They are in my way. I killed the elf. It called out to me, and I answered. Others attack, and I run. I do not appease It, for it does not answer me. I run when I should revel in death. I do not lash out as I am shackled. I do not kill the man. I have failed It… Urdlen… I fail you. The elf is not dead. This was my second chance of killing him, but I fail It again. They bring me to trial, but yet I have hope. Words of a savior guard tell me that he wants me to be free. I do as he says, and wait for trial. Here they come. I will not fail It again. Never again.

So in the end, I will be what I will be.