I start this log in the last place I thought I would every find myself again…the one place I vowed to never return to. The underdark. This hell that stole everything from me…now seems so pitiful in comparison to the hell I’ve brought on myself. We sought council with the minotaur, as if we had much of a choice in the matter. Slaughtering these brave souls before I finally fell, gored and stomped on isn’t my idea of a righteous death. We hear their leader, Marak, speak in a council chamber, taking sips of what would kill most normal men. He knows of Doran…one of the few who knows that name..and while no leads and unanswered questions are frustrating I hope it stays that way. He speaks of his father, Totem…a great warrior who fought alongside Doran. His father was not alone in that venture. There were more members of that party…some of which may still exist. A mention of the first vampire is made…sweet Tera…what monsters would conspire with him…let alone rival him in power…it frightens me to think where we will have to go for answers. Finally we arrive to the meat of this conversation…the drowe war. We state our case, but he states the obvious. Drowe acts of war and cruelty cannot go unanswered..and there could not be a more stubborn race to try to make humble. We leave with a mission..and not a simple one. To see to it that these two races stop butting heads…no pun intended. On our journey back to the Drowe city we pick the bodies clean. A few useful items are found, some more unique than others. Balidor seems jumpy..on edge. I can’t say as I blame him…being down in this place makes my skin crawl. Suddenly Blood Raven falls…unprovoked. I don’t know what ails him but i have a terrible feeling…so I take him up. As i turn to ensure Blood Raven and Jhulaer that he is fine…they are frozen. My blood takes their lead..as I can barely inch closer to them as I see Balidor’s eyes shift..change. Along with that..a voice…an utterance I haven’t heard neigh on two centuries. The parasite…it’s primal form..not the docile symbiosis I knew for so long. The hate…the rage…nothing but pain in it’s voice as it speaks from my friend. Warning me…foretelling…it’s as vague as I remember.
I wake. Balidor kneels above me…calling my name. The image of his twisted visage..that guttural emanation..flashes in my eyes. I get up, quickly. I see Balidor…Jhulaer walks ahead..no sign of Blood Raven. I question Balidor..hesitantly..not trusting myself as much as him. He tells me both myself and Blood Raven collapsed..unconcious…and were muttering in unison..warnings..prophecies…the exact things I heard Balidor exclaim. I don’t know what to make of it. Balidor berates me…warning me to get control of whatever is inside of me. He above all others should know…if it still dwells inside of me…there is no stopping it. Something is off…Balidor’s words are heated..panicked. I catch up to Jhulaer to hear her side of this story. She remains mostly silent…simply confirming Balidor’s word..says Blood Raven ran ahead. There is something both aren’t telling me. We make for the inn, hoping to find Blood Raven there, but all we find is Pov waiting patiently. I ask for his help…trusting this boy I know so little of…and I ask him to find Blood Raven. He departs almost immediately and I make for Balidor’s room. I won’t have secrets. He tells me what he tried to do…what nothing other than fate and timing stopped. He seems complacent…unaltered. He’ll do it again. I attempt to sway the good man I once I knew, but my words fall on deaf ears. It’s sad to see the man who was once a pinnacle of strength…a pillar of faith to all…give up on everyone so easily…even himself.
We couldn’t waste anymore time so we gathered and Jhulaer asks the guards where she can meet with Avalyn. The instruct us to head for the council chamber. As we do, Jhulaer makes a stop along the way, an artifiser by the looks of it. She wants a better leg. I flex my right hand and grin, knowing the need. She makes the order and we wait outside this place for our contact. We sit in silence…not knowing what to say to eachother…what hasn’t already been said…what needs to be said. I worry for Blood Raven. I hope Pov is successful. Avalyn finally meets us, and asks if our mission was successful. Jhulaer works her silver tongue, though I don’t know how much this drowe witch is fooled. She hears our request, what the council needs to hear…but again I fear that words will fail us. She departs and we return to the inn.
Pov ushers me into his room and tells me he’s found Blood Raven, but relief is short lived. Blood Raven is leaving. The letter Pov hands me, for my eyes only, states Blood Raven cannot be a burden to us and couldn’t live with hurting anyone…especially Jhulaer. He speaks of the wand we found…the one that shows enemies. I recall both Balidor and Jhulaer speaking of this as well…but it seems wrong to place such importance on the meaning of a magical relic. Finally he says he intends to seek Doran..to continue the mission alone. As i sit on the end of the bed and read his words I feel like I’m reading my own. I keep seeing my companions…the people I was sent to protect go down the same roads that I’ve walked. It will not bring about the destination he wants, but I can’t stop him from finding his own way…I’ve been there. There is no convincing him. Pov tells me he’s going with him which gives me some hope..until he asks me a question. He asks me where we first met Doran. I feel like the next words I speak will lead them down a dark road..regardless of where I send them. I can’t stand the thought of telling them…but letting them wander with no destination and no compass…is worse. Finally…I utter the name of the town. Fole. Pov thanks me and departs.
It takes a moment for the depth of what I’ve said to sink in. I’ve killed them…both of them. I run out of the room…no sing. I get downstairs…nothing. I find myself outside..frantic and forlorn. They are gone…and in my soul I know…I won’t see them again.