In my dreams I see
"Did you hear about the Mercer boy? He's been hauled away again."
What wicked hands create
"Can you blame the lad for his antics? He's just lost his father..."
The jagged sharpened teeth
"I heard they were sending him away soon. Somewhere he can't embarrass his family name any further."
That sink into the world
"I hope he gets the help he needs. I always hate to see such a young life go astray."
And so I give my life
"He's deranged. They need to keep him locked up."
That others will not know
"Give the boy a chance. I'm sure he'll be fine."
The sorrow of this loss
----Entry 1 - Day 28, Month 4, 174 AR
With supplies running low and research grinding to a halt, it has become necessary to raise gold. There is ample mercenary work here, though the risk is high. I have used the last of my funds to purchase a helm and protective garb -- a choice that I do not relish, but one that I knew was inevitable. Be it the bandits that rove the under-city, or the great opposition to peace and knowledge, a fight was always on the horizon. Today marks the great turn of the dial. Today marks the end of one era, and the start of another.
Today, I step into a pool of blood. And I do so knowing that every step I take forevermore will trail that blood behind me. A mark upon my soul. An omen over my head. After today, there can be no peace for me. It is a burden I must bear, for my task is too great to leave to another. I hope you can forgive me, father. I know you wanted better.
Oghma guide my troubled steps. Make clear the path that leads to peace.
Entry 2
I mourn the loss of a companion today. The task we set out upon is completed, but a creature of decay and ruin set upon him from the shadows and claimed his body. I burned it away, but not before it had carried out its fell intent.
Know this, companion -- you will never die. Always will I remember you and the cause for which you gave your life. Though you no longer walk this path, it shall not come to end. I will shoulder your burden atop mine, brother. I will reach the end for us both.
Whatever it takes.
May Mystra soothe your wounded soul, sorcerer. I hope she as is proud of her servant as I am honored to have known him.
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