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Entry 1

My memory is slowly returning. It is something that has come by itself, slowly. I found my old journal, the pages intact, written in my hand. I have read through it, studied it, begun to relearn who I am. I have created a new section, beginning with this entry. Perhaps it will lend itself to some answers, yet I fear only questions will arise. I hope to make it my own, hope to be my own self, and will begin again.

As I have been unable to restore what was taken, I have had to make do with what is at hand, substituting what I can. No, this is not the way to begin a journal. My thoughts are conflicted, clouded. I must try and stem their flow, and order will follow naturally.

My name… I do not remember. My journal does not say, but I have gleaned what others called me. '"Sacks", Immy would say, "You're a loveable fool."

I remember her. I remember the others, vaguely. Through a fogged dream. I remember many things, places, faces, people, details, but fleeting. My old journal has another's hand, between my entries, in the margins. Sketches, doodles. I had noted the odd exchange, here and there. What I do not know is why.

I find myself in this… place. This place without day or night. I remember pain. I remember eyes behind a mask of crinkled flesh, eyes so blue they bored through my thoughts. I remember laughing, croaking, saying 'the joke's on you'. What had he called me? 'Child of Bhaal'. Immy. Not me. That much I can recall. I laughed and laughed, and he shocked me, chilled me with his foul magic, so cold, so very, very cold. Then hot. I remember. But I couldn't stop laughing. There was a letter, a letter addressed to Imoen. Yes, that was her name. Her name, not mine.

He left me there, in that cage. Swinging.

I'm in his chambers now. A beautiful place. Such beauty is out of place. The bedroom of a prince. Such finery, such elegance. Could these have belonged to a man of such brutality? Sarevok had taste. Yes, I remember him. But his chambers had been dressed by… what was her name? The harlot. No, not a harlot. His lover. C… Cyth-something? Cythandria? She had golden hair, green eyes, and skin so fair… why do I remember her? It was a dream, a lifetime ago. No, not a dream. She wanted to become a duchess, the bride to a god. We found her. How did we find her? My journal says I went ahead to Candlekeep; Candlekeep, I don't remember. Why is that name important? It says I found Sarevok there, with his father. It is written ironically. There is a note to the side laughing at it through a face. Could I have drawn it? It reads Imoen stayed behind. There were others with her, but I don't know who. There is another face. It looks gleeful.

Did she have another lover, apart from Sarevok? There is a sordid doodle, and an arrow with Cythandria's name on. 'Ooooh', is written beside it, and an angry armoured man bearing Sarevok's name. There is a second sketch behind it, and 'nom, nom, nom'. The armour… yes, Imoen found his arms and armour. We had hatched a plan. A mad plan. A woman had told us Sarevok was at Candlekeep. She was important to him, once. What was her name? Tamoko. Proud, with such bearing. Part of a delegation. To bring peace. A trap. She tipped us off. I remember it now. She saw us as children. So Immy and I, we hatched a plan. She stayed behind, and broke into Sarevok's chambers in the Iron Throne. I headed to Candlekeep with some of our companions to confront him. It was a trap, we knew it. But while we distracted him, Imoen found his armour. We would have our revenge. Revenge for what? But she cursed the armour.

A young paladin? Skie's brother? Eddard, I think. Was that Cythandria's secret lover? I remember Skie and Immy hit it off. There was another… Alora, yes. A halfling. They swore an oath, a pact between sisters, giggling one night, drunk on firewine and life. They would pilfer everything they could from the Iron Throne and the city that housed it; they would become richer than dragons.

What happened? Did Alora die? There was sadness, such sadness. I remember Cythandria on her knees, pleading for clemency, pleading to me. Why to me? I think Imoen wanted to cut her throat.

I remember Skie's tears. Was it her fault? No, Cythandria hadn't killed… Gorion. Yes. Had she masterminded it? Imoen seemed to think she had a hand in it. Encouraging Sarevok. To rid himself of… us? She hadn't meant for Gorion to die, or she hadn't cared? I… the Ducal palace. Sarevok's coronation. He entered the hall, the nobles there, their faces shifting. Yes, a coup. He had infiltrated the city's elite with those… mirror kin? Why do I know that name? Others had been slain, bribed, held captive. Some. Not all. Amn was blamed, yes, agents of Amn. We had been labelled as such. Cythandria was on her knees; chaos, yes, we sowed the seeds, and a woman, Vai, had led a charge. Armoured guards, the… a fist, enflamed. Her superior was arrested. Her commander had been replaced by him. The word… yes, Immy had rigged Sarevok's armour. Once he proclaimed himself Grand Duke, she stopped him from moving. A confession? When… the armour devoured him. It fell apart. Sarevok's coup, his plans, everything. Cythandria…

'It was like looking at fire. The death of a Bhaalspawn.'

The dead were piled up. In the corridors, the hallways. I remember Immy's face. She couldn't get the cage open. I told her to go. She promised to return. There was an explosion. A rumbling. Traps everywhere. They had broken into the chamber where my cage swung. Where was he? An interruption. Gone. In my dreams, I saw myself being dragged through the hallways by monsters. There were many monsters here, under his command. Many were slain.

I weary.