Trey'Vor's Journal 29th October 1246
General Summary
I’ve had to resort writing this in the barbaric language of the Outsiders. I doubt Her Holiness would sully herself with learning it, and I must plan.
I’ll be remembered as a madman or a hero for what I’m doing. But better a madman than a tyrant. She’s gone too far. Become too corrupted by her need to vanquish the gods.
Our people once lived free and happy. Now all are cowed. There is so much violence. So much fear and anger. But who can unseat a god-emperor? So, I must awaken Mersshaulk. It has an axe to grind with Say’Rah. And once she is gone, perhaps we will find a way to peace once more. Orcus has chosen to aid me in this. His voice tells me. In the quiet of the night. In the shadows and dark places, He tells me this. He says that such a great god as Mersshaulk should never have been brought so low. That he belongs in the great host which will bring peace to all the living.
All I ever wanted was a quiet life of riches and comfort. A palace of my own in which to pursue my art. How did it end up like this?
"Approach To Shusu"
So I find myself in the cradle of our civilisation in search of a god which was killed for it’s tyranny and lies by our saviour who became an even greater tyrant. It disn’t have to be like this. I’m sorry it took me so long to see. The pain. The injustice. The cruelty in the name of survival. The paranoid ravings of a leader who has become obsessed with the past and sacrifices our people’s future at the altar of her delusions.
She shouldn’t have killed them. Soo’Zahn and the kids. My try at a normal life. I’m nearly 1500 years old. That’s not right. I just wanted a chance to raise a family. To have what every other citizen can have. But She was worried. Attachment brings risk. Divided loyalties. Distractions. And we must be resolute and ever vigilant. So She says. So I took what I could from her. That fancy idol she stole out in the desert, before all this. If I’d known earlier I’d have done something. I hope.
I sit here, on this blasted rocky outcrop, overlooking the ruined city below, the remnants of those I could trust bedding down for another cold night beneath the stars. The stolen idol of a god in my pack. The voice of a god whispering to me that this is the right course. A score of undead under my command. Intent on awakening the Betrayer. And I ask myself, Trev, am I the bad guy?
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