Property Of Irus

Zol, 3rd of Zarantyr - Day 1  -Keeping record of travels, Ill omens midst the twilight. Both moons are dull on the night of the evening star, and the last light of day washed the city black and red in stark contrast.

Wir 4th of Zarantyr – Day 2

-Red on black shadows linger, Mark Watney stood on deaths door, the emissary of death perched above him while I looked upward from below. The lord of bones Myrkul claimed him as faithless, his fate sealed to a great wall in the city of Judgment, his prison was beside my own.

I pulled Mark back from the wall of the faithless for now. The wall was filled with souls who spurn the gods. I learned all the faithless are fated to languish there, but I do not intend for that to be our fate.

Zor, 5th of Zarantyr – Day 3 

-Mark demonstrated a technique to inhale vapors via nostril. The vapors he supplied were troublesome...

-Myrkul's faithful cross us yet again, this cant be mere coincidence, and the last light of day was barely visible, all is black in the city of blood... I cant help but wonder if the loss of Elturel is accelerating the plunge into darkness. If those are related, I'm certain the caretaker was not responsible.

-I confronted the Bone Witch on her alter, and I marked her soul for our spot in the great wall. The practical effect on the material plane was significant, but the effort was great. I am spent and in need of rest. will continue later...