Entry 412: The Journal of a Slothful Prince
The Day is Darsha, the 26th of Thine, the year 106 996 P.C.
Now only three days Remain until the Final Night…
When I returned in the night my room had been restored, the servants really are quick in their work, well not like it's anything new to them…
I left my trance this morning and again I felt the comforting touch of the 'Destitution of Souls', it fills me with warmth and calm and strength, I wonder how I went so long without always having it by my side…
It is only thanks to the tomes warmth that I am no longer spiralling, it is thanks to it that I can get up despite all my plans and hard work going to ruin thanks to that bitch…
But the tome it whispers to me, I can hear it now, it tells me of revenge, it tells me of pain, it tells me how to inflict it…
