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Before you lies a royal quarto sized book bound in the thick cerulean hide of a frost giant. A locking clasp of silver binds it shut, engraved with Abyssal script. Such etchings cover the front board, back board, spine, and raised bands of the tome. The magically inclined would note that these are enchantments to protect the tome from both mundane weather and more pernicious harm such as magical acid or fire. Upon opening the tome a highly stylized hand would be apparent, the text being written in duplicate in the Thayvian Mulhorandi dialect and Abyssal.

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19th of Kythorn 1359 DR

The sun will rise soon, and I have been in prayer since late evening four nights hence. Though distant, I have never heard the voice of Everlasting Dread Moander so vigorous, so definite, so pellucid and He spoke "LIES"; although, I know not what this means and the Darkbringer has been silent since. Perhaps the orc children were not pleasing sacrifices. Who, or what, is lying? Why? This does not strike me as some warning about my many petty encounters. May the Rotting God aid me, and grant me the perspicacity to understand--I must comprehend the meaning...

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23rd of Kythorn 1359 DR

I have thrown the lot of the Church of Moander in with the Kossuthans through the act of aiding Drake Jay Asher against the Bezantur faction of Talassians, culminating in the annihilation of Stormlord Argoth and his servitors. It could be no other way, as both the Darkbringer and the Firelord seek to spread warmth, and are thus natural allies. I am loath to admit that a (useless) Tymoran priest, Barry Webber, was with us during this conflict. It took great self-control not to strike him down, and were it not for Drake Asher's request I probably would have. I pray that you can forgive me this forbearance, O' Great Dread God.

During the battle Talos Himself sent lightning while we were deep within the Bezantur crypts and made the earth tremble--a worrisome indicator of what is to come.

Note to self: the slave, Delia Erianei, is a burden on the good Drake and is likely to lead to his fall in more ways than one in the future. As he will not take sound advice, find a way to mitigate this outcome. Drake Asher risked too much during these events on her behalf as it is.

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26th of Alturiak 1360 DR

The stench of putrescent oak and scorched earth overwhelms my nostrils as this is written. I despise violence, yet war is come; unnecessary, destructive, wasteful--but what Caramiriel wants she gets. I don't understand why the Treefather would name such a schlemihl His champion, yet the Darkbringer ordered a response to the challenge and we march with our Kossuthan allies. The blight has begun, and the incineration comes until all is consumed to nothing. Soon we shall be upon their grove. The Archdruid's sacrifice to the Rotting God shall be little recompense for this havoc and ruin. But what she wants, she gets. A challenge must be met with brutal finality, there is no other way--the Great Dread God's wisdom is undeniable, and we must fulfill Moander's Most High Will.

Not ten minutes hence a raven arrived from Tharchion Dimon. He wishes to mediate a peace between we three, yet how can such be after Holy War is declared upon you? I must pray, and hope that the Lord-Lady of Decay is willing to exercise longanimity . . .

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25th of Ches 1360 DR

The meeting with Tharchion Dimon took place this night. A list of the other attendees:

• Zulkir Aznar Thrul
  
• Omnipotence Tomas Kren
  
• Omnipotence Hazlok Thrune
  
• Tharchion Dimon of Tyraturos
  
• Most Fervid Walker of Fires Danica Zefren
  
• Drake Jay Asher
  
• Minion Darius Onuris Szordrin
  
• Knight Aerick al'Reen
  
• Lieutenant Maia al'Reen
  
• Slaver Kanithar Chergoba
  
• Ranger Kallien Black of Silvanus
  
• Caramiriel 'Champion' of Silvanus
  
• Daeris of Mask
  
• Zagros Galambos

In retrospect I should have known a power-play was afoot. The three representing Silvanus' slaughterers could not contain knowing smiles throughout the entirety of the meeting. The evidence was presented: seeds of hundreds of slain pilgrims, the testimony of an eyewitness; yet Master Kren insisted that his divinations were foolproof, and stated he saw no attacks of the Silvanites upon us. He went on to spout a suspect "vision" stating that our actions would harm the wealth of Tyraturos--more suspect in the relish he took in saying it. Then, the Master of Evocation himself arrived. Zulkir Thrul ordered that the conflict with the Silvanites was to end, and that Caramiriel was to be aided in establishing the Oak Father's faith in Tyraturos.

Darkbringer, grant me strength! They are allied with the beast who usurped Mari's position. The Church will need to acquire another, and far more powerful, patron to survive the opposition of Zulkir Thrul--that much is certain.

The sole benefit of the meeting is that Tharchion Dimon granted the Church full recognition as the third major faith of Tyraturos alongside Kossuth and Waukeen; with the coinciding rights granted such a faith--freedom from taxation, rights to titles, and so on.

I find myself unsettled, Aznar Thrul's arrival affected me more than I expected. Rotting God forgive me. I relish the thought that the blight already upon those woods will linger for years, reinforcing proper terror of the Darkrbinger, and best of all--undoing Thrul's desires bit by bit.

Of other observation is that Minion Szorin proved himself, having stood silent and firm the entire meeting while grievously cursed. His fortitude is to be commended. I shall have to keep an eye on this Minion, he may indeed be going places.

Kallien Black is the sensible one of the Silvanite representatives. An ecumenical dialog may be possible with him, though if he be not a pawn in others' machinations his lies and deception will render this hope null and void.

The fallen must be avenged, Great Dread God may this fulfill Your Most High Will. Doombringer I call upon you to aid me in bringing Holy Vengeance upon these dissemblers and liars, let not our fallen's cries go unheeded. Most of all, Assuran, I pray thee grant vengeance to Mari, for that wrongfully taken. So be it.

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1st of Tarsakh 1360 DR

It's just past midnight as I write this. I find myself gazing out of the Chapel's windows at the apex of Thrune's tower toward Selûne and her tears, wishing that as the Lunatics such a view would grant me a modicum of solace. It's a beautiful clear night. Yet, the sensation I experience is more a cold hollowness.

Mother wrote me, she and the rest of the family have disowned me in response to political pressure. My prayers to the Great Dread God were answered, and it appears many are allied against us. Moander did not abandon me, though I have lost no less utility to the Lord-Lady than to my family. True colors have been shown, and though I feel adrift in a night squall, the truth is evident for any with eyes to see.

I have neither mother, nor sister, nor brother; my father is a memory. I have but one flesh, and one blood--which are of the Darkbringer. My siblings, are those of the Faith. My reason, whatsoever the Rotting God wills.

Thank you Mother, thank you family--for your weakness--for showing me the Truth . . .