The Baron's Journal

*There is peices of paper attaches to the page with little sketches on potion recipes*

It was a mistake, to ever do such a thing to Mrs Blackaxe, my punishment was being electrocuted, but then they also decided to acid bath me..amusingly I was saved by my fiance came in and saved me, though i'm sure that brought on today.

I let him, let her die. Watching her pain. I'm not sure wether it was amusing or not..I'll let it pass for now, however..As soon as I let them accept me back I would have to flip out on my sister. Fucking hell..I decided to leave the society to rot, let them rot! they are all lowly scum!

Just die, let me free from your burden..I spent the rest of the day, pacing and fuming, almost killed my apprentice who asked me a simple question..I decided to go work, to chill off.

Al T.

*A sketch of felhunter anatomy, varily detailed*
My apprentice needs to learn to summon a felhunter..I should give this to her later, make her understand them better.

I met Duskmantle, he seems shifty, perhaps uneasy I am not sure, but he welcomed me back within the society, he sees past my mistakes..or atleast, finds them more amusing than anything, I decided to leave it at that for now.

I traveled to Venomspite, knowing the work going on, I joined them in the work for a while, however..Blackaxe wasn't amused with my return, after they had done I decided to leave for Silvermoon, as the elves were calling for my opinion on something..

I stayed with my apprentice that night, she was particulary unhappy about me letting Chinedow suffer and die.

Al T

*Sketches of prison cells and chains, pinned to the page*

I heard Duskmantle was executed for making the disease, I'm going to let it pass, rids the world of those who breathe filthy air, then I had to go and consult with the elves with this, including two of them which I know, it's a shame to be honest, he lead the society well.

Elves..really, elves, I should never loose my temper, it seems to cause much trouble.

Perhaps I need help, I was talking to elves then I blanked, and came back to in a holy-walled prison cell, masses of chains were around me, I was told what I did, and was only there to calm down..

Calm down?! I almost killed a friends child? I'm angry at myself! what am I..tell me, what am I! A monster..

Only I am to suffer in the end..pain and misery.

*There is a dried black splodge on the page and noticable peices of pale flesh*

Baron A.k.a Al T

I came to a conclusion about the grande ball that the elves were all in a fuffy about, and decided that I would take my apprentice to experiance something grand, have of yet to tell her, though I imagine that'll she be uneasy by how I like women to look when with me, I'll just have to style her before hand..hah, sounds like fun, nothing more to say.

Al T

*A sketching of seemingly plots, animals and demons are wedged and clipped to the bottom of the page*

A stench of ale and whiskey dampens the pages, nevertheless it has been wrote on.

If I could explain to you how my head feels at the moment..for the love of the shadows, if someone doesn't kill me, drowning myself in alcohol -will-.

My apprentice needs to watch herself around me, after that night. Hah, these women have no idea..none at all, they are too normal and worried with their looks and clothes..as long as she hasn't vomited all over my house, I won't kill her, she hasn't surfaced yet, that alcohol knocked her out good..light drinkers, pft, so predictable.

Dimoz needs to be talked to about his damn cult. Morons pestering me.

The writing stops abruptly as if he were interupted, a splodge of ink across the bottom of the page

Baron's Journal

I got word from an elven friend of mine, oh the shadows..

That my fucking sister is marrying that imbecile Kelmith, ah well, they are both young and moronic, I hope they choke on each others rot..either that or my shadows will embrace them and rip the very flesh from their bones, clean..clean bones, kill them, kill them all..choke, die, suffer, may I morbidly laugh at your relationship and how you will suffer!

Irisiia still hasn't surfaced, I wonder if I killed her..was abit much, to be fairly honest, knowing her she's making me worry on purpose, she loves to annoy me.

Al T

(( Gief comments! it feels empty! ))

Mhm, what a bizarre day, at least Iris has surfaced now, though, I have many things to do on a list, which reminds me of that elf and her lungs..

To do list:

Draw up anatomy of felguards and infernals Check
Find Iris a place to study Check
Check up on elves lungs
Speak to the socialite Gladyse Pilton Check
Kill something and ravage it to hell
Wait for the darkest part of night before the dawning.

Aside my to-do list, Xeronias should watch his son, he won't get away with insulting me easily.

Alas T.

A few peices of paper showing detailed anatomy of felguards and infernals