Dustin Spelloyal - Depths of maddness

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The journal of Dustin Spelloyal

I believe that because of various Reasons I may not long for this world much longer so i need to write down my story, my life so that i am not going to end up just another grave in the ground.

I came here to Baldur's Gate in hopes that I could flee from my persecution, i would appear that i am just a fool to think that such a thing was possible. The strangest part about that is I am convicted of necromancy, it just seems so strange . . . I have never really been a good person to say, but nor have i been a bad person, and i believe i have proved this throughout my actions. However I seem to be hounded as if i were a common criminal *Ink blot* I am not sure where to begin . . .


I think i shall chose where Trent had me executed, yes that is where my life has take its turn for the worse, before that i was someone with the world open to me, I was in good standing with most people and had even helped slay a Balor who infested some Wytchs caves and Helped ward the assault camp against the Bhaalists assaults. But this all means nothing when you are caught Summoning one undead, one, *some scribbles* It is not like I was even was necromancer. I mean sure Summoned back the corpse of a slain humanoid to help me in a struggle against the goblins that infest some ruins, It was not even like i was their to hunt or any such thing i was their to rescue the body's of some fallen comrades . . . And yet i was attacked by some self righteous Cleric named Trent Marnimane, the man has been a problem scene we first meet, he slew my Familiar without reason, and claimed it was trying to eat me, then he assaults me by bashing my head into a tree, even though i refused to fight back, all because of some stupid promise i made to Alison, why would i have even done it at the time i do not now, she is a bard, perhaps she bewitched me *scratched out words* yes that must be it, for i would never so . . . idiotic to agree to anything like that normally right ?


Any way that ass had me arrested for Necromancy charges along with all those i was trying to save, I was brought before some high priest and told to bow down to their god, i refused sure Eldath would save me, she did nothing all of the time i spent worshiping her keeping the peace she abandoned me! not only that but as i stand before their gods shrine they pushed me to my stomach as i refused to kneel and broke my holy symbol of Eldath . I had little hope of being held in a fare trial and was convicted and hung. . . Some time later i awoke in a cave, I do not know, how ever i was obviously . . . Dead, their is no other way to put it, they turned me into a living dead along with Eldath, she refused my soul to rest and forced me back into this life now devoid of peace force to live out my life as and Undead . . . Curse you Trent do you know what you have done ! I can feel it when i move, my body slowly rotting away as i live, so far i have been able to keep it to a minimal and disguise it with magic . . . but i do not now how much longer this can last . . .