Journal of a dark mistress: -Sabel Fae'eria

*As the rowdy and noisy patrons of Wild Surge Inn go about their drunken business and socializeing, off in the back far from the candle lights immediate radiance sits a hooded woman pouring over her writings*

I felt it was an especialy excellent day to free some of my thoughts on parchament about todays exciting but yet troublesome event. Traveling back on our way to the port city of Point Harbor, Preistess, Czukay, and myself encountered a most hated beast, a paladen of Toran. This brash Maggot had the nerve to challenge us, the bringers of darkness, to a fight in the middle of Dinen Forrest. We gave that worm what he wanted, a speedy trip to his maker. While this act did much to lift my spirits knowing another Toranite will never mutter another prayer. It troubles me in the regard that he was so straight-forward, so ready to take us on, and how did this knight find us? Could this be a start of more things to come? Perhaps it is a start to a  revitalized and energied war to drive our growing ranks and influence apon the land out. The upcomeing events will be most interesting to watch as i see this river of occurances run its course. Praise to the Black Sun and praise be to Lord Corath. -Sabel Fae'eria

*Sitting atop a rock formation over looking Gnolls Watch Sabel writes in her journal*

The task, given to my by the High Priestess, to train possible future recruits seems over burdening and daunting. Why should i give up my leiszure and pleasure wasteing my energy and knowledge tutoring children, children that think they know anything about the path of darkness, or even the Tenants of our unholy lord. Both of these recruits no doubt despise me, probaly waiting for a weakness to exploit, and when im at my weakest perhaps they might see the chance to murder me for their profit. I dont care much for them either. One pretends to worship the ground i walk on, to pursue his aliegance to the cult, but i asume he too would want me out of the way. The High Preistess watches me closely, i can almost feel her prying eyes on me, watching my every move, judgeing my worth and judgeing my threat potential. Perhaps i am wrong, but to say that its not possible would be a deadly lie. I must make sure that my worth is known and appreciated to make sure i'm not in any danger myself.

The other recruit despises me almost openly. Not enough to threaten my position over her and cause me to punish her, but enough to let me know she does not take kindly to my authority, and thinks me irrelevant. She is dangerous too because of her inate cunning. I watch her with upmost dilegance. She will however, make an exceptional addition as long as her energies can be directed to serve the dark lord and the brotherhood most faithfully.

The male, the not so intelectualy gifted one, seems to have troubles with his studies, even embarassing me in front of the High Priestess when he was intructed to recite one of corraths tenants. For his stupidity and failure I made sure to rip away a big square patch of skin on his back with my cat o' nine. He seems to make my life miseable, his failures result in my pain, and it seems no amount of beatings are going to break his will. Oh, i could find ways to break his will, but the cult needs intelegent and obediant members, not mindless zombies.....-Sabel Fae'eria

With the recent movement of Bloods forces near the coasts of Mistone, a brash upstart begging for entry but only to walk out on our unholy band, and the general frantic push to collect funds for the temple, have all but strained me. It seemed for a time that events takeing place all around me foretold of my impending failures. Then with the news of our temple being constructed and of our inevitable aquisition of it, i finaly felt much of the aforementioned troubleing events to be small compared to the accomplishments of myself and our brotherhood; at last we can show the our eternal devotion to the Dark Lord, and our unapologetic power to any who have yet to see the power of darkness. I can just picture long dead Toranite Paladins turning in their graves, at least that is how i would imagine the temple portrayed in minds of the lawfull scum.

I have traveled far and wide, laid waste to thousands of foes spilling their blood in the name of Corath, gathered materials far and wide for our most gifted of members to create rare items for market, and bartered with my those i consider allies or at least non-threatening to my cause. As i see the stone workers finishing up the final details of our temple, I see what is possible. Within those walls there shall be many new paths to glory and power, new recruits will be molded and fashioned with dark teachings, powerful rituals and rites shall take place, and policies will be contructed that will have over welming implications for the ignorantly blissful inhabitants of Mistone; their misery for our pleasure of course. Praise be to the Black Sun, and Praise be to Lord Corath!

It only seems like yesterday i was confronted with a rather confuseing event. I was in Hlint, purchaseing some supplies when i felt my body being yanked through a vortex. I found myself surrounded by many adventurers, one amoung them was the Tiefling Sephaelle, and we were surrounded by a viel of darkness near Shifter's tower. Almost immediatly i felt my body feel lighter and lighter untill the others and I were actualy lifted from the earth and suspended over the darkness. In that very darkness we hovered over for what seemed like months, four visions appeared. One vision, Dragons flew circleing the ground, seemingly represtenting their dominance over the land. Another showed a unreckonizable figure watching from above a land plagued with destruction and the fires of war. Another shows a misty land, souless, lifeless, and yet another shows a world that while their are patches of fire in some areas, the fire seems to shrink into nothing and life teams on the land.

Some being, for some reason or another, felt that these specific persons had to see what lay before them. This only makes sence with the news of Bloods forces building up for an all-out assualt upon Mistone that will cause drastic power shifts. We must make sure that which ever way the spinning destiny top tilts in its rotaions, that we are in as desired a position as possible in the pecking order. While three of the visions are self explanatory, the one giveing me a sence of dead calm has me intriqued. What if this is to be our Dark Lords vision? If it is, than it is our duty to see it through till it is accomplished, if it is not, then we must act in accoradance to our Dark Lord's wishes, but before we can take any certain actions or non-actions we must know his wishes. I will consult with higher powers than myself on this matter....

*She enters her room, deathly white and drained she sits herself at her desk and dips her pen*

I have sought the wisdom of our lord about our priorities and duties with regards to the impending war. I prayed for what seemed like eternity, hours upon hours i prayed for guidance, for an enormous task to be handed down from the dark lord himself. I felt my faith being drained and tugged upon, "am I not one of faith? How could my prayers go unanswered?" Then i felt his neutral reply. Perhaps we are not to be overly concered with the upcomeing events as of yet, perhaps our Lord has not deemed the time right to call upon us to action. I will trust in my faith and pray on this matter some more, we must be ready if called upon. I want to hear from our High Priestess on this matter when she returns.

The dark power grows within me at an alarming rate. Although i should feel blessed, I feel I have gained too much knowledge without being able to effectivaly control it. The Push for the Temple has made me stronger, deadlier, and wiser, but at a cost to my body which has taken so much that it now must rest. The other day i was going through some chests in the house and i spyed a beautiful set of platinum platemail. As my fingers slid over the intricate grooves and chisled details of the piece I became enthawled by it. "I want to make such exquisit materials as this, we do need a smithy around here" i metioned to myself still stareing at the shiny metal. Finaly something to keep me preoccupied, instead of paceing the hallways of the house, or feeling like takeing long trips to far away lands. Yes i shall start this at once, i shall make armor and weopons that will draw the masses to purchase my works, yes this could be both entertaining and profitable. *she takes one last look at the piece and notices a scribbling near the right shoulder pad "Tamera Jarden" and her eyes light up a bit* "I know this name..."

The Temple has finaly been completed and our ambitions realized. Its construction and desion are beautifully situated and desinged. The grand awe-inspiring halls are dark in their mood, and the torture rooms leave no mistake to their purpose. The Dark Lord himself is most pleased by our progress no doubt but if we are to truely realize his favor a proper offering must be given. I have traveled all over the continents of Mistone and Dregar in search of suitable foes worthy of offering and have carried with me usualy their heads. Thirteen victims, alongside a priest of good standing with his lord, perferably a male as the High Priestess desires, will be officialy laid upon the alter and given up for Lord Corath to consume.

While traveling to firesteep alongside the pompous-mage Mith, Cassandra, and the High Priestess of Mistone we met strong resistance as we ventured further into that place's depths. Eventualy we had to turn and retreat as their numbers swelled and we escaped back to relative safey near the Pyrtechion Temple. As we neared, a being of great power with swirls of fire surrounding him and his fiery wings desended upon us, a servant of the Fire Lord no doubt. He was curious as to our intentions into his domain, how riduculous a question was that i thought, are our lords not allies? As the fiery man went on and on about himself, he finaly relayed not all to subtly that indeed Prytechion is in need of allies as he and as are most dieties fearful of the wave of demon forces threatening to consume thier influences and power. As always an enemy of ones enemy can make a great ally in a difficult situation, this is somewhat comforting as the power of both our churches will be a force to contend with. If anything at all it confirms much more strongly to me the existance of such bonds. Perhaps next time they will know to gather the beautiful metal trapped within thier domain and deliver to our feet appreciativly hmhm, but i think that would be wishfull thinking...

Seems the tretcherous dog Czukay is starting to realize where his loyalties should be. This does not release him from my furry but it is pointless to continue harassing him and instead to enlist him in our doings. He talks of wanting to come back into the fold of the brotherhood but i have reservations about his lack of confidence in our cult. And with the ever medalsome mage Mith wispering into his ear discourageing falsehoods and mischief the cult members have become resistant and split on his returning. I say if Czukay is to come back he will have to prove himself beyond any before him.....even if that means death.