A Bard's Tale of a White Bat, the Scarred Bear, and a Rabid Red Fox

7.

"Another throne and army is added to my collection. Cutting down a lineage has always been a lovely pastime for me. Especially the noble ones, all high and mighty in their honor. Sickenly sweet of how easy they are to sacrifice everything for a just cause. I've seen more kings and leaders alike sell their daughters like stock just to secure their standing. Pathetic.

Then again, that is the difference between me and everyone else. It is like I refuse to settle for less than average. A trait that I am grateful for it. I am Bhaal's chosen and favorite daughter. A being bred to be a destroyer and a force of pure violence. The perfect weapon and warrior. Already at 116 years of age, I have done more in my father's name than any of my other siblings. Where others failed, I have strived and survived. I've done him proud every time. All I desire is to be the wolf the sheep fear. The glory of victory of conquests and a savory kill above all else. I want nothing more to see my name etched among stones telling my conquests, and the world to kneel down to me. Already the king's daughter has proven to be a good consort. Virgins were always so sweet.

The old king was weak as he was merciful, yet I claimed his throne as one of my many conquests. His surrender was pathetic as he wanted to save his only son. That pathetic excuse of a man shriveled up begging for mercy after I castrated his only son. Both were pathetic and their screams were a sweet symphony as I used Father's blade on them. I personally find that mercy is only for those with no convictions and motivations. Father wants part of it, but why not take what's rightfully mine? After all, he always says what's his is mine to own. The world will be mine, and all it will offer at my fingertips. I am coming for it all, and it will be mine."

"Chauntea's grace, I was really off my fucking rocker." Gwynnistri states while working on a sketch. Taking breaks between reading her journal and drawing.

Most of the party was off doing their own things in the city, including her loves. Meanwhile, the resident Blood Druidess was re-learning a bit of herself for a few days. She was planning on burning the book during a ritual once finished reading. It hasn't been an easy read. But they were answers to what she had been asking for months.

Her leather-bound journal had started when Bhaal moved her to the temple in Moonshae. Mostly to keep it in check and prove her worth. It wasn't long before she had ruined an area of Moonshae to the point where people were surrendering under her heel. Even traveled all over to where people picked interest and not be bored. Had a lot of fun causing a few Drow noble houses and some Orc clans to turn against each other. The art within the earlier entries was like a mad person. All disgruntled and disturbing. Some images were even drawn in blood if not charcoal.

"Chauntea's grace, I was really off my fucking rocker." Gwynnistri states while working on a sketch. Taking breaks between reading her journal and drawing.

Most of the party was off doing their own things in the city, including her loves. Meanwhile, the resident Blood Druidess was re-learning a bit of herself for a few days. She was planning on burning the book during a ritual once finished reading. It hasn't been an easy read. But they were answers to what she had been asking for months.

Her leather-bound journal had started when Bhaal moved her to the temple in Moonshae. Mostly to keep it in check and prove her worth. It wasn't long before she had ruined an area of Moonshae to the point where people were surrendering under her heel. Even traveled all over to where people picked interest and not be bored. Had a lot of fun causing a few Drow noble houses and some Orc clans to turn against each other. The art within the earlier entries was like a mad person. All disgruntled and disturbing. Some images were even drawn in blood if not charcoal.

"My, my, that seems to be an interesting read with how engrossed you are, love." Astarion quips as he looms over her shoulder. He and Halsin were freshly cleaned and dressed in casual clothing after dealing with a litch. However, both were a little banged up from their encounters.