Journal of Deus Di'mastailuin

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Deus Di'mastailuin ......was born on the full moon... and raised by his father A tall elf...(Damon Di'mastailuin) with a burning desire for knowledge. Which Dues adapted later in his own way. His father traveled often and never spoke of his mother(Degea Di'mastailuin) during all his formatory years. Being schooled in the use of the weave and use of the sword deus spent many years traveling..while his father instructed him on the art of war.
His father collected books of arcane knowledge and lore and would travel great distances to get them. Often bringing Deus along for the trip.These journeys lasted many years and a final return to the elven home was made where Dues continued to live till of mature age.. study of arcana and sword was the order of the day for many years. It was a full moon one rainy night Deus was compelled to enter the woods by a strange urge he could not explain. It would be the last time he wood see those woods for ten years....the drow hunting party swiftly surrounded him the battle was brief his wound was deep ....and the night sky faded into darkness.
He awoke to the crack of a whip on his back!

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*Deus lights a fire and warms his hands ..the air is cold but crisp and sunset always makes him feel a bit like he has lost a friend ....his forhead wrinkles up suddenly as his mind wonders..."What is Roxanne about? protecting that puppet master Rysdan! Is there no end to his clever snake like movements! I summoned a demon to slay demon! But yea protect a demon Roxanne! Hells! " .....his muscles tighten up...he can smell the winter wolf geting a little to close to his tent ....the night will be cold and the pelt will warm him ..he smiles and plundges the sword into the wolfs neck.."Thank you great father I shall not freeze!"*

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Great Father !Why do yea test me to no end ?......I labor to understand thy mysterious teaching and thy providence....Chaos ,War , Protection ,.....Good.
These elements seem to have no connection to common minds but alas I see the invisible lines! ..Yea have sent Dajala to keep me from losing my mind ..as I labor to wield fire and light to be master there by...
Oh great father yea have burdend me yet again...with a knowledge I do not want!

The moon elf *whispers her name* will have a child..... a most wicked union between drow and moon elf! The elves will not bless this! the night hunters will not embrace it ...nor do I for that matter! Great father why yea test me so?....Do I not have enough opposition? I can not be sure this drow who called himself "Bloodstone " is not lieing nor can I pretend not to believe his words as they .....no doubt have weight. But all drow lie I am taught great father ..So I will treat the matter as yea have taught me thus.
I pray I never run into him again ....for one of us must die !

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....Deep inside the cloakwood ...I was spoted by a group of phase spiders who no doubt were hungry and looking for food. I fell the group with ease and observed as best I could the creatures...trying to avoid them..as I was heading to the mansion on the hill to explore rumors of vampires being seen in the mansion there. I could sense a presence near....I heard clicking loud and piercing was the sound....spider after spider shifted into the plane ...moving to surround me .....there numbers where vast ...I had never seen so many at one time ...so organized and swift!
my strength gave out ..from the poisen and many wounds...All went black...I do not know how long I layed there .....I was awoke by a voice in my head soft and gentle...I could not move the webs held me fast ...it asked softly ......"Why are you killing my children?".........Still unsure I fanced the poisen unhinged my mind!
I must be going mad.......

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" I have awakened in cave on speartop mountain .........last thing I can remember is that stinking fist prison ...I layed down there one night after I repelled the demonic entity which tried to turn me from the light. This note written in elven is not clear as to how i got here ...it only states ..." You where executed ..and all think yea dead. You have also been banished form the Doron Amar. Ha what good friends you have ? turned over to the fist by your own kind and left for dead .....For what? you say is was for the people ...Ha yea are a fool....! See how they reward your for service in battle see how they turn there backs when ....Yea use dark magic to save lives and repell the enemy? Ha they only see what they want to see when it suits there goals ..and can be turned and made to make them look like They do no wrong...fool!" I burned the note as it excited my anger and its unknown origin left most disturbed. I will never break my pledge to defend Doron Amar! be it as a saint or sinner both these terms are meaningless it is action that define's oneself......But alas it all depends on the story tellers ..the parts they wish to garnish or make confusing ..to there own benefits. Correllon I will dispense justice with the light of heaven and the fire of hell..... let them misunderstand and misrepresent ..it is there folly alone!

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It is strange .....living and not yet knowing how.....Being banished from my home ......A criminal in the eyes of baldurs gate....How often it seems that what one intends to do is nothing like what one does.....I spend most of my time in trance ...deep inside speartop mountain. I take short trips into baldurs gate for supplies and information ....The ethereal plane is most useful when one wishes not to be detected..but alas it is not fool proof.
I was told Nela Swift was being held in the flaming fist prison .......indeed i searched for a way to get her out but ...alas they have warded the whole castle against all forms of entry physical and of magical natures. I pray for her safety ..as I am powerless to help her. I have contemplated what I will do ... my studies will not be neglected..I will persist ...I have discovered the Vault of the dead which was rumored to be far ...far south of Baldurs. It is here that my training will find its most difficult efforts .....it is here that the evil is strongest. I will make the purging of these undead creatures my life long occupation..........I do long for my home .....Aloria , Cathenya, fircair ,Elrith,Kildor so many others ...my lost love Asterin. Arvandor has not yet called me ...and I must linger still. I do pray these magi have learned from my example what we do we must do in secret. The lawful cultures of this land will never accept us ...it can not be ....but yet we exist. how to make something useful of these dark arts ? How to bend it?.....*sighs and stops writing as if in thought*

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How refreshing the cold mountain air is ......I seem never to grow tired of the waterfall....and the cold air. I ran into a old friend in the cloakwood mines......to think all this time I did not know she was a Halfelf.....Sette has ever been a friend ..there was one time I almost came to blows with the previous night hunter captain Shevril over her. He was honorable but set in the old ways like a stone. Come to think of it I have never really gotten along with any night hunters there manners do not suit me and there blood lust is most disturbing to me. I suppose not many see this inherent flaw in there "Kill on sight mentality"......how violent its nature really is. But alas the drow have ever been the enemy. So I cant spite them for it ...but I will not be blind to there barbarism......this lunar cycle I have run into many old friends...... it was like wine on my lips ...a great easing of my lonely heart.
hmm.......there are footsteps and they come closer....

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It will be no easy endeavor .....considering my position ...it is likely that if the Duke finds out that I live ..I most likely will be hunted down again and this time my executioners will take no chances .....But if it comes to such a outcome this time ..I will not go peacefully ..I will not cooperate. I do not want the blood of fools on my hands ...I will begin my work in finding other practioners of the dark arts who seek to make something useful and beneficial to all... Alas the dream of the Istarion ..will not remain a dream as long as I breath. In time we shall gather ...find a way to practice our art without persecution ...the study of the weave was never meant to be conducted without closed doors!.......It seems others have made my mistakes ...being seen at all while conjuring such being's is folly ....it will not end well. I have heard rumor that Durnir felt the sting.. He summoned a outsider at the siege and defending his kin and baldur...instead he is shuned and ousted as well......Now I hear more rumors of another to face the dukes executioners the mercenary group known as the fist! I spit on them !Mercenaries are scum they care nothing for honor and have no morals that cannot be bought ! They are loyal as long as the gold is plentiful.
I have always wondered why does the duke have such at his side ? mercenaries?....How .....distasteful.

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Nothing is known for certain except the head of Dues was found next to the head of Elloraan A truly innocent and dear friend of Dues. Elloraan is a just and honorable Tel Quess of the Doron Amar ... Once my masters home but no more.
...as they where both left there as to be put on display......Some ash was also found in the area. No account of the details can be given by me I am dues's scribe and loyal servant ......it is I who write this in the journal of Dues ..as my master is gone ....it is said that a man of elven features came and carefully removed the head of elloraan leaving the other head where it was ...he then swiftly departed the area........there was no escape for my master Dues.....he would not stop his studies into the dark arts and grim reaper has come knocking.....Today I went back to the dreadful place ...and to my surprise ...my masters head was removed as well..................

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It has been many moons and still no sign from my master......
and no facts as to who took his head or where it is located. However I did find something in the snow on my last search.....A small mythril disc with a engraving of a unclad woman. In a dance like posture holding a Sword ....with a sphere behind her ....could be a moon or sun not sure. I remember my master meet a mysterious Elven woman..he was making scrolls for her and took them to I dont know where...this image is exactly the same as the Seal he used on these scrolls he made.

I have collected his ashes. They will be brought to a cleric in Skullport who's name I cannot reveal........I sense my inquires have arosed attention. I fear I may even be endanger now ...and so as my masters personal scribe..I will disclose my name in this journal.....as I fear my life may be taken as well .
I am called Zelsatu Vasata......