[Muse]

*he sits in his room in the Red Trident, warily after his trip back from Bezantur, he sits in a chair and pulls out a small leather-wrapped journal out of his pack, he opens the journal and starts to write..*

For those of you who ever uncover this book after my passing, you may wonder who this belongs too... And this will solve it all if your wondering. Written in third-person perspective.

Jay Asher
Deity: Kossuth
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral.
Height: 6"5 Weight: 178 lbs.

Jay is a young fellow, he never knew his father, he left when his mother was about eight months pregnant. This "man" has blood red eyes, with long blood red hair, his hair flowing from the back of his helmet. This "man" grew up lonely, a freak for his style, and his personality. He has a continous smirk on his face, continuing to be confident. His skills with his sword as he grew up progressed until he was old enough to start dueling. He went to the Academy for Troubled Boys when he was a teen, always a loner, being picked on. BUT. When it came to the sword, he was matched by no other. He practiced the way of the sword alone, whenever he could. And he got good enough he called out other boys to duels, and he always won. One night, he was confronted by a group of young boys, where Jay was badly beaten. He waited until one faithful night, then snuck out of the Academy with his possessions from the school near the edge of Thay, he killed the guards swiftly, and he made his way out. From his age of 17 to 23, he lived in the forest, gathering whatever he could. Until he was confronted by slavers, he ran, eventually across the border into Thay, and it seemed all hope was lost. Until he was saved by the red-robed stranger. This "man" is a mystery, all but yet to be figured out. The truth, well,... the truth lies under the Helm.

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*after writing about himself, he turns the page to write about his recent adventures..*

Day 1 of owning this thought keeper..
It seems to be that i have gotten myself into a duel with the Bezantur Talos Temple's Champion, Stormlord Kerrell..
I'm glad i have friends at my back though.. Mason, the Myrkulite, has been a spectacular help to me, thought i fear in the end he will betray me. ((Razor))
I have great respects for the Mulan Pasha ((Sten)) and Sir Fyodar ((EdinSumar)).
They are a bit cruel at times, but that is needed for legionnares..
I am currently an Initiate at the Burning House of Kossuth, my future, with the fire drakes.. The Firelord praise my path, and my duel with Kerrell..
I did not tell my parley with me in Bezantur the real reason for my quarry with them, though i should..
My coverup story is I shit in the holy pool, stole the Holy wine, got drunk, vomited, and ran when i was a teen.. Though that is a lie ..
*he rolls his eyes as he writes*
I mentioned my father left in my autobiography in this page before, and that is the truth, he left.. But he didn't leave on his own.. Priest Nofallis of the Talos temple murdered him to cover up Talos' cult.
I will tell Mason eventually, unfortunately i do not have the support of the Kossuthian Clergy because they're trying as hard as they can to prevent a Temple War, though the ambushes by Talosians are becoming rather frequent, and i'm bringing others in harmsway.
*he sighs, closes his leather-wrapped journal, and wheels around in his chair as the Talosian Assassin looms over him with dagger in hand, he rolls out of the way, and battle commences*..

[Muse]

((What happened in the battle))

*Jay immediately pulls out his side arm, blocking the assassin's overhead downward stab and he struggles to hold it up above his body against the assassin's strength* *Jay notices the Talos mark on the man's arm of his black leather armor* "Talos?" *He says as he smirks from the ground below. The man gives no reply, with an emotionless face, as he struggles to force the dagger down on Jay's chest**Jay forces a boot up on the Assassin's chest and pushes up, the assassin tumbling back* *Jay charges, immediatly stabbing the short sword into the Assassin's gullet* "You underestimated me.." *he forces the blade farther in the Assassin's chest* *the assassin smirks* Check again.. *Jay looks confused and looks down, he discovers the Assassin's blade has been lodged in his stomach as well* *the pain comes immediatly after realizing he's been stabbed and he starts coughing blood* *blood trickles from the Assassin's mouth and the blade in which he was stabbed as the same as Jay* *the assassin falls on the ground, dead*
*Jay, shaking frantically, pulls the dagger out of his stomach and examines it* Poisoned... Dammitt Nafollis.. *Jay falls on the ground, breathing, in a pool of blood* *them both lying in their own blood, Jay starts to pray* Kossuth.. Enlighten.. my way.. *he closes his eyes, but still breathes as he lies next to the dead assassin, praying someone will find him*

[Muse]

Day 2 of owning this journal..
*wary from his duel with Vielo, he sits at his table in the trident and opens his journal and writes..*

I still do not know how i survived the assassins attack.. That cold iron along with the poison should've killed my insides tenfold..
Though i woke up in my room, the body removed, the blood cleaned, and my wounds healed.. It's like nothing happened...
I defeated Stormlord Vielo, Talos' Champion, and therefor i am safe from persecution for one thousand days..
Thank Kossuth for praising me in that fight..
It was evenly matched, i barely won.
My revenge is not yet reached though. I will not rest until Nofallis himself is dead at my feet..
So says the 'Demon Spawn'
*he slams his journal closed and laughes maniacally, as if he was insane*

[Muse]

Day 3 of owning this daily recorder..
*he sits down at his table in his Red Trident room and opens his journal, and writes..*

Today is my day of relaxation, not much adventure.. Just sleep.
I am planning a trip to the Elemental Plane of Fire soon.. Homecoming huh?
*he smirks and continues to write*
I am an Initiate to the Burning House of Kossuth as of now, but the Drakes think very highly of me, as does Walker of Fires Danica and Sir Cikel of the temple.
When the Blaze sees me fit, I will join their ranks.
I took a couple quick trips into the Tyraturos Necropolis earlier, just to find some loot to make a little profit.
It seems a mage i've befriended, Honsa (([EDITED BY CARCASS]Hellstrom)), has his apprentice trials somewhat soon he informed me, so I will especially be on the look out for any other magical items to sell to him.. I regret charging items like this, i truly wish i could give these away for free generosity, but finance in Thay is rather.. harsh.
Time to Relax. Free of Talosians.
*he stretches his arms back high above his head, closes his journal and puts his quill down, lies in Bed, says a prayer, and goes to sleep*

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Continuing Day 3 of the Thought Keeper..

*he awakes from his nap, stretches his arms out and yawns, he immediately goes to his desk, opens his journal, and he starts to write, but stops.. he has a blank mind, he closes his journal, stands up and puts his armor on piece by piece, he extinguishes the lamp, walks out of his room, and closes the door behind him*

[Muse]

Day 4 of owning this Daily Recorder..
*Jay walks into his room in the Red Trident, his armor fully on, he closes the door and walks and sits in his chair, opens his Journal, flips to the next blank page and writes..*

Fear.. What is fear?
Fear is a state of mind, when fear get's the hold of you, you become scared. But Fear, can be easily overturned. When fear clutches your heart with it's cold grasp, you think to yourself "why? Why is this happening" it is because you are afraid..
But.. Did I ever tell you the definition of insanity?
*he smirks and continues to write..*
Insanity is when you do the same thing over and over and over again, until it drives you mad. Insanity and fear will not grasp me. Kossuth give me the strength i need to survive in this nation. Insanity.. Fear.. All things that, though it seems hard, can be easily overturned.
*he closes his journal, sitting in his chair and still pondering his thoughts*

[Muse]

Day 4 of owning this journal..

*fully clad in his full-plate, he sits in his chair in the Red Trident in his room, he opens his Journal, opens to the next blank page, and writes..*

I am prepared for my trip.
I'm heading to the Elemental Plane of Fire. It's homecoming.
*he smirks and continues to write*
I will be taking this Thought-Recorder with me, though I will probably not be able to write in it, you know.
Fighting for my life?
The Priests of Kossuth and Cikel helped me prepare for my journey, I will be gone a while. ((3 days real time)) I believe they're creating a portal in the temple.
I may be able to befriend the creatures there, it has been a long while since I've been there and my ties with the creatures in this Plane may have been severed.
There are many things there, Tieflings, Demons, Elementals, Fire Giants.
Kossuth give me strength in his homeland.. my homeland.. our homeland.
*he sighs and closes his journal, putting it in his pack, he stands up and walks out the door, it closing and locking behind him*

[Muse]

Day 7 of owning this journal..
*weary from his trip to the Elemental Plane of Fire, he walks into his room into the Red trident, takes his journal out of his pack and sits in the chair of his desk and writes...*

I have returned from my journey.
It was a long one, but mainly, i pulled a huge profit from the trip out of my arse.
I met many creatures, and.. It was homecoming alright.
*smirks as he continues to write...*
At least eight thousand gold pieces, all in the bank..
I must cut this entry short, I am preparing to leave for the Crypts..
*he closes his journal and walks out of the room, and the door closes behind him*

[Muse]

*he immediatly storms into his room and slams the door behind, slams the other end of the journal open and furiously flips to the next blank page and writes...*

He will be dead before he even knows it..
Everyone has always looked down upon me, because of my ethnicity..
*his horns lean back and his tail waves faster than normal as he continues to write..*
Tieflings are NOT to be trifled with.
It can result in fatal consequences..
He's turned everyone against me, he's trying to make me go insane..
He's made everyone look down on me once more.
HERE I AM TRYING TO HAVE A FRESH OPPURTUNITY IN THIS LAND, AND HE JUST RUINS I-
*he stops writing as he ripped the page with the edge of his quill and puts his index finger and his thumb on both sides of the bridge of his nose*
I will not accept this.
He.. Will... Die....
*he furiously slams the journal and throws it across the room against the wall, curls up into a ball in a corner, and starts to sob quietly*

[Muse]

*he walks into his room, sits on the desk and removes his helmet and sets it beside his journal, he opens his journal and writes...*
it seems my adventures have caught up with me.
Cause I took a visit to the fugue..
*he shivers at the thought of that place*
Usually the cold doesn't really affect me.. But that place.
It's just hauntingly freezing.
I've made acquaintanced with a Mulan Mage named Masoth. ((Carcass))
We can consider each other... peers or acquaintances. Not friends, yet.
Kossuth praise this land.
In other news, I've been attacked five times by slavers in the past month.
Each time they attack, they send more and more skilled people to capture me.
It seems I'm rather.. Popular as of late.
*he smirks and continues to write*
When the Brazier Toph sees me fit, I will become a Fire Drake of Kossuth.
Cikel and Lady Danica, along with the other drakes, are very fond of me.
*he ponders in his thoughts a little bit, then realizes another thing to write about and starts to write again*
I checked the Tyraturos message board.. It seems Pasha ((sten)) wants a half-drow elf ((Wings)) arrested and brought to him. She escaped during interrogation.
To think I use to travel with her..
*he sighs and continues to write* I seriously regret threatening her at sword-point.
But she must be captured.. I'm running thin on allies.
*he closes his journal and leans back in his chair. he stares at the ceiling, thinking about his future*

[Muse]

*after reading a letter from one of his brothers, he sighs, he slides the letter to the side and pulls his journal towards him, opens it and writes....*

Family issues amongst my brothers and mother.... Turns out my father is dead.. As the 10th child out of the 10 brothers we are, he left a month before i was born. Personally, he walked out on us. I don't care if he's dead or not, but my brothers and mother have requested i come for his burial. Our family is the only family in the world to have every ethnicity in our blood. Salk, our oldest brother, is one of the Lizardfolk. Extremely wise he is.
Then comes Vego, the Drow brother. He's the prankster.
Next is Brol, the Half-Orc brother. He's the Brawn.
Then our beloved Pias, our Werewolf brother. Can barely understand a damned thing he says.
Afterward, our Gnoll brother, Hypen. He's the silent deadly type.
Next, our Duergar brother, Bahal. He's... Violent.
Then, our human brother, Cal. He's a Druid..
Then, our Hin brother, Perigrin. Watch your pockets, he's fast.
Next, our Drider brother, Aslah. He likes stabbing things.
Then finally, ME!, the Tiefling.. I liked Fire. And my brothers (particularly Cal) always put my flame out.
... Our generation was the most various.. I understand Mom's a Sorceress but all our births had to do some SERIOUS damage. (Especially Aslah's)
I will depart soon for Baldur's Gate for our family burial. As long as Perigrin's not in prison again.