Surin's Journal

Surin's journal was found behind his brother Evir's frozen body in the High Ice. It details the story of the two brothers' downfall. It reads:

*Selday, Day 1 of Evir's "Great" Plan*

*Evir doesn't expect anything yet. Moron.*

*He truly believes that I am willing to help him track down his cursed blade. I have heard stories all my life about the blade that ended Bhaal, but that's just what they were -- stories. Anyway, Evir wants up to head north into upper Faerun to find it. Apparently, he heard rumors of a new master wielding the blade. He believes the new wielder to be holding out near Silvery Moon. I don't know where he gets his sources, but I can't help but think he's full of shit. But I guess I'll follow him anyway. That's what brothers are for, isn't it? Besides, I'm ready to leave this swamp of a town. Ma and Pa will be okay without us, right? I hope so.*

*Suneday, Day 7*

*I have become a fan of the north. Though we have not traveled too far, already the scenery is beginning to change. The grass truly is greener on the other side of The Snakewood. I wonder if Ma & Pa have ever been this far from Raven's Fern. Maybe when we return from this journey, we can make a pilgrimage. So far, Evir has been in good spirits. He says that we are making good time to Silvery Moon. it shouldn't be too long now.*

*I hear they have a college up there. I wonder if we will have time to stop in and see its scholars. I have always wondered what a proper education would look like. Only a few weeks until I will know.*

*Istiday, Day 71*

*We were robbed several days ago. The damn bandits come in the night like the fucking cowards they are. They took everything of importance: our food, our water, our money, our horses. They let up keep only the clothes on our backs and our backpacks. I begged Evir to let us turn back -- to go home. But he said that the sword was more important. He said that we have a "divine mission." Honestly, fuck him and his divine mission. I'm going to turn back in the morning with or without him.*

*Ogday, Day 89*

*I am so glad that I didn't turn back. Evir is right: the journey is worth it. Silvery Moon is beautiful. The city bustles with excitement as ships come and go through the river constantly. Meanwhile, scholars at the college get to enjoy the sight from behind their slate walls. What I would give to be one of them. Evir has been off doing his own thing while I work shifts at the docks to build back our lost money. It's tough, grueling work, but I am thankful for the roof over my head for a change. I hope to send some coins back to Ma & Pa soon. I am hoping they will take it as their sign to make the journey. I miss them quite dearly.*

*Tyrday, Day 92*

*I am getting a little worried about Evir. He has barely come home the past few days, and it looks like he has hardly slept. I've seen him out in town a couple of times in the past week; he is with a cloaked figure who doesn't show his face. I don't think they've noticed me yet, but I've watched them disappear down an alley by the clock worker's shop. I am just going to mind my own business. he knows what he's doing. I think.*

*Mystraday, Day 115*

*Evir must be out of his damned mind if he thinks I'm going to join some underground fighting group. Who does he think he is? Who does he think **I** am? I've never held a sword in my fucking life and now he wants us to follow this group into the middle of nowhere? Like hell I will. Fuck this.*

*Lathday, Day 116*

*The sword is real. It's fucking real.*

*Evir was right all along. The man in the cloak has it, and we are going to follow him to the west. Apparently, he has some old friends that are after him, and we are going to help. I know what I said yesterday, but...damn. It's real. And we're here. Perhaps if we help, then the man would let us look at it for a little bit longer. To let us touch it. Feel it. The power. The power. The power. The power. The power.*

*This may be my last entry for a while. i am going to send Ma & Pa the rest of our coins. We won't be needing them now that we are with cloak boy. I still miss them greatly. I hope that they make safe passage to Silvery Moon in the future.*

*Janday, Day 402*

*I no longer remember how long it's been since I've slept peacefully. The sword. It whispers to me in my sleep. It begs of me to free it from its master.*

*To kill its owner.*

*To feel his blood on my hands.*

*Its power.*

*Mine.*

*We leave for Ascore tomorrow. Criton believes that the enemies are closing in on us. Perhaps there will be bloodshed tomorrow.*

*It would please her.*

*Istiday, Day 406 [there is blood splattered on the page]*

*It was brutal.*

*We all bled together.*

*Criton was stricken down from behind. He must have known the blow was coming. I saw it in his eyes as the blade plunged through his back. The word went scattering across the dirt as I myself fell to a bastard's blade. My body. Added to the mass grave as I still breathed. The dirt was meant to cover us all, but my hand.*

*My hand.*

*It finally brushed the sword.*

*Oh, how it felt. It was invigorating. We were all covered in the dirt. But me? Evir pulled me from my grave. We rode off into the night.*

*Alive.*

*Well.*

*Invogorated.*

*Selday, Day 410*

*I knew Evir was smart. He has finally realized that I was not the only thing he pulled from the dirt that night. No, he pulled her as well. He wanted to touch her. To feel her crimson edges for himself. But I won't let him. No.*

*She is mine.*

*I am hers.*

*Together, we are strong.*

*Keleday, Day 451*

*Evir said that Ma & Pa wrote to him. he said they are leaving for Silvery Moon, and they wish for us to be there to greet them. But she speaks to me. She tells me to head further north. She wishes to be cold.*

*I must obey.*

*Akaday, Day 490*

*Evir refuses to let me go alone. He says that the ice is dangerous -- that beasts of the frost can kill even the most well-trained. But I know why he goes. He goes for her. He wants her.*

*The power.*

*Janday, Day 493*

*She wants to be cold. He will stop her from being cold.*

*He cannot.*

*I will will him before I let her go.*

*Day 495 [this is written in different handwriting, scrawled hurredly]*

*Surin is dead.*

*He attacked.*

*I am so sorry. I cannot let this sword return.*

*If you find this, never let her speak to you.*