[dark_majico]

In a far, far away hot, arrid land with wind swept hills and a scorching sun in the unapproachable east, a dusty old cave filled with Giant Spiders and Ettercaps gives temporary all be it risky shelter from the burning sun. Resting on an elevated makeshift platform sits a tatty old tome, covered in dust with yellow pages as worn as an old crones face, the leather bound book with an unremarkable cover contains a journal.

Month six, day sixteen. I met a man known as the Deathdealer, the overlord of the faith of Cyric, he has a list he checks frequently, I suspect this is some sort of enemy list of the church, I overheard his name to be Djed, he seems respectful enough if treated with equal respect, but I am unsure if he can be entirely trusted.

I also met a woman called Krise or Karise? I do not remember, she has a bear for an animal companion, she seems kindly, she allowed me to rest in her room in the champions inn.