The Torn Page

Deep in the bowels of the Rose Hills, the party encountered a priest of Dez'ieth, The God of Poison. He had kidnapped the giant Trothdegger, guardian of Rogamia. A dark altar was erected in the caverns, far from the sun. Atop this Altar was a strange ancient blade, wrapped in green silk. Only the minstrel Alabaster seemed to be able to touch the artifact, and thus he found a page torn from an old journal wrapped around its handle. The entry read as follows:

1126 A.S, Season of the Spirit Moon, Day Unknown.

She has become a part of me now. With all my magic, with all my will, and with all my concentration, I cannot be rid of her. Gods how I love her, yet despise her will all my being.

The priests have held me captive now for 20 days. They put my mind to sleep with their black poisons, and they speak to her while I slumber. I can hear them singing praises. I can taste the blood they feed her in tribute. I fear the time is drawing near.

Some days fade from me as she takes full control. Some days Gharlamal smiles once again on me, and I regain use of my mind and body. They do not know what I have planned. My Isolation is my only blessing. With time I can complete the seal. She will be with me forever. Gods help us if she isn't. Gods help us all....

-Malvis Taldier