| *A page from near the center of the withered notebook. The script is written in common Drow runic letters.*
Faeryl saved me just in time... The blade was becoming to powerful, I was loosing my grip on it, I could not control it. The voices came to me constantly snarling and booming "Use me" "Kill her" "Kill the bitch" "Kill them who want to stop us."
Thanke Lloth Faeryl was able to break me from the power of the blade... It was getting to strong. Though, even as it is locked away in the dungeon, I can hear it now even as far away as the yellow city. I am beginning to fear the blade has effected my mind more then I have once believed.
I need a way to control it... But how? |