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[Azreal Lu`Rael]

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*A journal Entry: Date unknown*

The hunt nay went as I had hoped. My mind begins to race with something I have nay felt in quite sometime, fear.

The price of knowledge and eternal life begins to bare heavily on my mind, voices begin to erupt violently sending me into a rage and madness. I must find him soon.... If I shall fail it shall be my end.

I must continue with my tale as it appears to be aiding. Perhaps in some fashion it puts some long suffering spirits to rest deep within.

I had left the Stormhaven that had become my home to be brought within the ranks of the group calling themselves The Dark Awakeing. There was a man named Dealthager there whom I felt at the time could perhaps bring a balance to my life. During my stay I had seen works of thier strange craft of technomancy.

It was quite diffrent from anything I had seen before but twas nothing, in my mind, that could ever compare against the dark magics of Oblivion. Thus I left and wandered assuming diffrent roles and personas in attempts to ammuse myself.

Ha! How funny it tis now..

I had been a ruler of Nujelm and fought in one of the greatest battles ever waged. I had assumed the role of a priest and brought mindless worshippers under my "divine authority". No matter what role or persona I chose to play out, in the end it was always the same. I could never find what I was looking for, my intrests quickly shifting upon grander, bolder endeavors.

Now a dwell here a Magistrate, a man charged with the enforcement of Emperor Alarin and his Empress Rosewind's law and word. The human Alarin had proved himself to be very wise, to say I was greatly suprised would be an understatement. For now, I believe I have what I had searched for.. perhaps my restless spirit shall now calm, we shall see.

No.......

No.........

No.............

No.......

*the word appears to be inked upon the parchement many times along with strange scibblings*

My mind begins to erupt in voices once more.... the..pai.......

*it looks as if his hand had fallen limp as the last letters end seems to go on to the bottom of the page.. a line going from it all the way down*

You all shall fall... fall into shadow.. decay.. eternal damnation before me and thank me for that is my will and command...

Flesh.. falling...falling from bone.... rotting..flesh.. burning..... slipping off....

I cant stand father.. he never listens to anything i say! Damn his approval!

They found me.... im sorry father.. my love... We shall soon meet again in death.. may I die well...

*claw marks run accross the text here making it barely legiable*

The child... HA! he did not run? why did he not run? Did he not see what I did to his wench of a mother? He stayed.. oh joy he stayed.... what contentment I find working upon his soft delicate flesh..... his eyes... big blue eyes.. I must have them... he must feel my pain.. they all must...

What grand works and creations I bring forth upon this canvas of flesh... father always said I was good... yes... everyone always liked my art...
The girls liked my plays... everybody adores me.... mother always said I was quite handsome...

So much blood..... blood over all things... my hands.... bloody hands.....
All shall fall.. fall and be riddled with dark flame ... We are his children... most favored... oh oblvion hear thy servents call!!!!! Deliver unto me thy bidding!!!!!

I must go...

They wont stop staring at me.... why wont they stop looking at ME?!?!

Ill teach them.. ill teach them all!!!!!!

*the journal entrys ends abruptly here with dried droplets of blood stained upon its page*