(These select entries from Akanna's journal catch your eye.)
1360 DR
We have seized the temple of the Lord of Murder. We killed many of Bhaal's clergy. Others escaped, but I claimed a prize for myself: the high priestess Madele. I have caged her while I decide what glorious things to do with her. Praise Cyric. Fear the Dark Sun.
1363 DR
I decided once again not to sacrifice Madele. I take too much pleasure from her madness. Instead, I removed her eyes and roasted them in a brazier as an offering to my lord Cyric. I ate them afterwards, their smoky, blistered jelly a delightful treat. The pathetic wretch continues to cry out to her dead god. I've filled her head with tales of Cyric's rise, and she believes my lord rules over all the darkened land (as someday he will!).
1365 DR
We have a pleasant routine, my Madele and I. Once a tenday I visit her, sometimes more, sometimes less. I have forgotten about her once or twice, and she's had to eat her own offerings of rats and lizards she murders in Bhaal's name. Then I spin my tales of Cyric's dominance until she works herself into a frenzy. Last week she actually collapsed in a fit, thrashing and choking. I watched her until it passed, letting her own body decide whether to kill her or not.
(The latest entry is dated one week ago.)
Another headache last night. I've been having strange dreams of darkness and water. Is this a sending from the Prince of Lies? I can't tell... my thoughts are muddied and confused. I fear something is wrong.
