Role

Chapter 5

22nd of The Month of the Old Forces, 80

I've done it again!

I've gotten far too ahead of myself as of late. I've been given the title of
Dread Lord, which while an honor of course is nothing to boast over given the
state the empire is in. Still, the unspoken one graced me with his presence
and bestowed the title upon me.

In my state of arrogance and dreaming of days to come, I promised Emnon
phylacteries for his vaults as a show of confidence. What was I thinking!?

I don't know where to begin for such an endeavor, let alone if I will succeed
in the task. I find myself unable to sleep, thinking about what the Unspoken
one will do to me in life or death should I fail to produce.

I must learn from these bouts of arrogance and keep my endeavors in check.

Still, on a more positive note, i've written a book to contribute to the
imperial library. In these days where our only culture is watching dear
emperor mow down villagers and journey into the bowels of the earth, i
consider it a victory.

I see my named penned upon the shelves and see my memory preserved, a true
victory. I will continue to scribe myself into history.

Daphedee has as always been crucial to my understanding of the greater
portrait i paint. I can only hope she may gleam some insight into Gaspare's
past to point the way to lichdom. Otherwise, Emnon may come for my soul in
instead of the stones.