LRC:Wes Temple/diary

I had an unexpected visitor last night, and I am still trying to decide if it was a welcome visit or not.

There was a man from the Halthar that ended up reaching the garrison. When I was summoned and met him I was shocked, needless to say. I immediately had hope that Alouette and Jayne made it out with him, though I was soon shown the error of that train of thought. It appears that Levistus turned Jayne to the ways of the infernals and Alouette met an ill fate.

He died soon after, though there was no time for grievances. It appears that his escape did not go unnoticed and a small troop of devils came in pursuit. They were handled easily enough, though it appears that they were low ranking and knew nothing of Levistus greater plans, or more importantly, the exact fates of Alouette or Jayne. I choked the life out of the large one, making sure he had an unpleasant return to the depths of hell.

I’m planning on conditioning myself to speak with the dead the following morning. I hope that I will be able to glean a bit more information of my family’s fate by asking some further questions.

I only hope that Alouette now knows peace. Chances are that she could never forgive me for what I have done, even though I had the best intentions at heart. If she is not at rest, I’m sure that when I travel to the ethereal plane she will seek me out. All I know is that for what I have done, she deserves some final rest. She was a good, kind wife… more than I ever deserved.

Jayne will be a different matter altogether. He is still young, but I’m sure the devils’ corruption ran quickly and with great veracity through his veins. I don’t know if I’ll be able to sway him from their powerful clutches. Perhaps if I can find how they did the purification of Jonathan Nightbringer I could do the same for my son. I have some research to do.

I am also a bit concerned of my own fates. I know the chances of failure for me are high, and I accept that. When I die, I wonder if I shall share the same fate as Sir Valans. I’ve lost faith in the gods a long time ago, and even when I had faith I did not possess a spark of divinity. It was my training at the Temple of Endless Sorrow that awoke the power inside of me. I am unsure of the true source of my power, though despite what Grim says, I do not feel as if I was stealing power from the gods. I feel it deep down in the core of me. It’s also not like I am trying to actively become a god. I mean if people wish to show a sign of worship to me, so be it, and I’m not one to tell other that what they believe is false. I feel like I’m more active than the gods at times anyway.

I have a lot to think on. I’m sure this night will not be an easy one.