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| Journals of Erethun Rivenstave |
| 23 Eleint: All my other journals were destroyed in a fire caused by the farastu bounty hunter. Feldurking demodands! Isn�t it enough that eye tyrants and Bane�s own whore are sitting in the harbor? Or that rebels are running through the streets unchecked? Or that Tallwand sends his threats every tenday? I am surrounded on all sides by people who want my death, threatening me if I cannot somehow bring stability to this bloody town.
25 Eleint: Bane take all Harpers and grey riders! may he ground them in his hateful black hands. I cannot seem to find them, yet they strike everywhere in the Dale. Dawnhorn, that wanton slut, she�s hiding somewhere. . . . somewhere in Harrowdale. . . but where? 27 Eleint: Yet another Oghman priest steps up to the block and steps down without a head. Where is that bastard? Why won�t he come back? Maybe executing his clergy isn�t enough. 29 Eleint: Stormfist continues to send her baatezu here like errandboys. Its obvious she thinks me a fool, that the Brotherhood should never have touched this town. It is not in her words themselves, but in the lines between them: talk of �forces stretched thin� and �political quagmire.� Ha! What does she know of Harran politics? I�M the one who has lived in this shithole of sodden pirates and fish-gutted piers for over a decade! I must be cautious, though. She will kill me if she can, and use my death as a pretext to withdraw. 1 Marpenoth: Aspenwold continues to smuggle her beggars and thieves out of Harrowdale Town. Is she that na�ve, to think that I�m not perfectly aware what she�s doing? The fool is only digging her own grave. Someday soon she will do something big, something foolish, and I�ll be waiting to bury her. 3 Marpenoth: Bagol-Orzab taunts me from his circular prison. I brought him here to help me, but now he just twists everything. Calls me mad, says there was no farastu and that I set the fire myself. Did I? I am losing my grip, I tell him, meaning the situation. �Yes,� he rumbles, �Your mind is fracturing even now under the pressures.� I have not left the tower in over a month. Am I that far gone? 4 Marpenoth: Markosian is coming here. Markosian! The Devil Behind Thrones, they whisper, Manshoon�s successor. What could he possibly want here? |
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