Journal of Arcadius - Day... ?

What is happening to me?

The days blur in my mind. I am unclear what I am doing. I recall meeting a priestess of the Drow... unsure what transpired. We left the mines... why haven't we killed those damned criminals at the Caravanserai? Wait...

Ah...

Pelor wills mercy. I must follow the will of Lord Pelor. His path is forgiving, and I have lived a life of very little forgiveness...

I have been chosen.

And then?

Yes, we fought bandits, I remember that. More evil removed from the world, but there is so much more, and it is growing.

I can call the light of Pelor at all waking times now. It wells forth through my very spirit. The world seems a blur, while I have such strange and lofty thoughts. Of places far away? The realm of the Sun Lord? Or where then?

What has happened to Fflam? A black evil. What is he becoming? They SAY a spider? I wonder...

There is much the others don't understand, save perhaps Hrefna.

Or do I really understand?

Why can't I remember?

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