>You remove a weathered brown leather journal from in your bourde cloak.
>You carefully open your brown leather journal, revealing the smooth pages of vellum within.
>read page
The page, written in Krolvin, reads as follows:
The Thoughts, Findings, and Teachings of an Arcane Master.
Written by, Lord Gristash Urgorog ~ Half-Krolvin Warlock
Before I begin writing my logs within this bound journal, I figure it only be right that I first begin explaining why I am keeping one in the first place. My intentions are simple here, to write down my collective thoughts and perhaps findings along my travels as the time passes, in hopes of perhaps passing down some knowledge to an eager scholar. Should I somehow meet an unexpected demise, let this journal by my voice and my mind to others capable and eager to understand thewords kept confined within these pages.
As a note, I will date each log I enter with the current time so that when read by another, they may have a better grasp of the timeline I speak of. When the time comes that this is perhaps read, I do hope this journal will act as more than just simple vellum pages but also, a piece of history in itself. Enjoy it, absorb it.
~ Lord Gristash Urgorog
Volume I
>You turn to the next page of your journal. You're now on page 2.
The page, written in Krolvin, reads as follows:
NIIMAN, DAY 2 OF FASHANOS, 5112.
Today is the first entry in my journal, and it is better to start later then never. Earlier, I had started my journey towards progressing within the ranks of the Guardians of Sunfist, a rather brutish society yet bound to kill all Grimswarm that stand to harm others. Walking to all of the outposts, was no fun feat but a much needed task to do regardless to progress within the ranks.
I also finally mastered the sacrificing rituals taught to me, by High Lord Oxxon. The ritual itself is a rather simple one, yet surprisingly taxing on ones inner soul. I am sure however, that this new skill set will prove most fruitful while out during my hunts. Now, I am back in the Rest with these rather rancid locals. The smell of cheap whiskey permeates the air but I suppose one gets used to it. Last night as well, some rather interesting guests arrived in town, mostly a small swarm of undead constructs and the like sent by Luukos to observe me some more. (cont'd)
>You turn to the next page of your journal. You're now on page 3.
I managed to speak with what I believe was Luukos himself, through a vessel of his a week ago. He mentioned that once again he will be joining with my master in due short time. I certainly await the arrival of both with open arms.
>You gently close your brown leather journal, taking care not to bend any of the pages.
~Now with more GRR!
AIM: Tehir Xunlari
