11 Flamerule, 1369

Complines

I have finished scouring the books of the pitiful wizard's library, tiny specks of knowledge in the vast space of my mind that demands to be filled. He was but a gnat compared to my power, and what was his is now mine, including what I now clearly recognise to be a mystical tome for expanding my already astronomical intellect. I have rid myself of the nymph, she was worthless to me and she knew too much. Imoen muttered something at me about my "doing the wrong thing", as if such morality on such a small scale mattered to me anymore.

I banished them all, and have sequestered myself atop the Wizard's tower, perfecting his feeble attempts at arcane experimentation. Even his ability to craft a simulacrum, a duplicate copy at both the top and bottom of his tower, does not elude me, I shall soon master that as well.

Finally, I understand how to stop the Iron Throne, I even understand my own nature, at last, a realisation that would have shattered a lesser mind than my own. No more do I need to engage in such childish antics as petty theft or fetching small animals for diabolical children, with the paltry amount I had frittered away from before my ascension I shall forge an empire and bring stability to this troubled region. All shall be mine, arcane secrets, the service and adoration of all, and the ultimate cosmic power that is my birthright.

Come tomorrow, my plans shall begin, and the Sword Coast shall soon fall under my benevolent hand.

12 Flamerule, 1369

Hour: Vespers

The party "staged an intervention" the night before last. Apparently I was becoming "buffleheaded", as Imoen put it. Apparently I was "unreceptive", so Dorn was forced to hit me in the back of the head, which I have just awoken from this evening. I think I may remember... a telescope?

Looking back through my notes, apparently supergenius me was too smart to write anything down in his damned journal. All it would have taken was a few notes in the margin, maybe a little hint. Anything!

Whatever, I need a drink. I think there's a few parts of my brain that may have survived the half-orc. Take that supergenius me!

13 Flamerule, 1369

Hour: Sexts

Well, clearly my mind is not what it was, for I have actually sided with a druid.

Well, partially I jest, but apparently between a lecherous wizard and a druid girl disguising herself as a cat, someone was ogling two human whelps in the night. Fortunately Yeslick cast a spell "detect deviant", and it became perfectly apparent which of them was the weirdo.

We all tried to pretend not to notice that Dorn glowed brightest of all under the spell.

Hour: Vespers

My travels about the town are going well, there remains little unexplored (though there is something niggling at the back of my mind, I may have something I'm supposed to do?). I've found magical helmets, trudged briefly through a sewer (an experience that required a hot bath at the end of it), and we've just been hired by a mage to find a fabled hat of Balduran, a short-lived human presumably of some importance to other short-lived humans.

14 Flamerule, 1369

Hour: Lauds

Walking around the sewers of Baldur's Gate today (Not my idea, I believe Dorn got us a job working for a local mortician or something), and Yeslick remarked, and I quote "'Tis just like the tunnels of my old clan."

Is there something he isn't telling us? Did he flood the mine on purpose to clean out some godsawful stench?

Anyway, we found the hat hidden behind a painting in a public house, because apparently nobody in the however many years it's been here has ever moved the painting for cleaning purposes, curiosity, or to replace it with a new, less tacky, painting.

Humans.

Hour: Nones

What is it with mages in this town and betraying everyone who does work for them?

I'm not an idiot, even after my h-h-head wound, so naturally when he summoned his hordes of evil minions to attack us and walked out the door, he found himself eye to eye with three floating explosive skulls of necromantic energy, blasting him into a fine spray of mist and his evil minions survived about thirty seconds longer,

Anyway, bored of Baldur's Gate and itching for some time on the open road, so we've decided to head North East, and see if there's any trouble we might rustle up.

Still think I'm forgetting something though.