//Yeah, I know hes gone, but might as well post this anyway, it's interesting

Entry 1 My plans are finally starting to fall into place, the nearbye towns of supersticious fools belive I am a god merly because I can call forth a few zombies. With enough faith in me, I'll soon have all the followers I need. Everything is falling into place, but with much work as this, I thought it best to keep a journal, so that I may keep a record not of what has happened, but what will happen when my plan falls into place.

Entry 2 Blast! A knight of Torm has caught wind of my plan. He was quick to defeat the zombies and vanqish me and my advisor. And whats more! My advisor has accidently turned me into a bat. Fortunatly, his skills are not too complete, some of my former features remained. For one, I still have the vocal cords required to speak, though the prospect of a talking bat may make being inconspicous hard, so best not to do it, and two, I still have sight, although my hearing isn't as sharp as a normal bats though.

Entry 3 In this tower for a while now.......days....months.....years.....I cannot tell. We survive by conjuring food and water, and teleporting.....certain waste products outside, I sure pity the next person to take a stroll around the outside of this tower. But I've ran into a little probelm. The amount of time spent in here has beguin to affect my memory, I can only remember my name due to scarwlings on the walls, depicting a mighty bat. My henchmen's name is still unknown, so until found out, I have decided to refer to him as Nebbel.

Entry 4 The memory loss has steadily gotten worse, I can just remember why I was turned into a bat, though just, I'm sure in time, I will just assume I was always a bat. Nebbel on the other hand, although incompetent, had useful spells, which he is slowly forgetting. His grasp over undead has slowly faded as well.

Entry 5 At last! we have been freed. It turns out there was a door behind one of the bookcases, we just never bothered checking. Upon getting out, we made our way to another wizards tower, this one inhabited by active wizards. We strolled in and took a look in the library, where I found an interesting book on hypotisim, while Nebbel found another magic book, and made the mistake of reading it aloud. After the tower blew up we ran for it.

Entry 6 We have reached the town of waterdeep, although it has been so long I cannot remeber if I've ever been here. We took a break at an inn, depiste it being the middle of the day. We rested until we were disturbed by a town crier. Impatient, I use my hypotisim to convince Nebbel to walk over to the window and fireball him. In retrospect, maybe it wasn't a good idea to have Nebbel scream "Success" when a watchmen came in the inn speaking of a crispy town crier.

Entry 7 Upon fleeing from waterdeep, a drow raiding party caught us, taking us back to their surface encampment before taking us to the underdark one later. We decided to make a break at the surface one. Nebbel was free and we were ready to go, but unfortunatly, Nebbel had come across a magic sword, the personality of which, took over. Nebbel suddenly began screaming and cleaving drow left and right. He then snuck up to the leaders tent, but just before he swung, I said using our empathic link "Wait! What are you doing?! Thats no way to hold a sword!" and he screamed "Goddam you Koli!" Naturally, the leader beat the crap out of him, and took him into underadrk and freed us, last thing he wanted was two crazy slaves. Although, admittedly the weak wizard thing worked, the leader took too much pity on us to kill us, the only reason we are still alive.