Delvin's Journal

To those who find this   Know that I, Delvin Bashir, am the last surviving member of the company of the Yellow Banner.  The warlord Ras Nsi stripped us of our weapons and threw us in here on orders of his master, Acererak.  I can only imagine our souls are to be fed to his phylactery. Alas, it seems he as won. Our company was separated after the incident with the four-armed gargoyle.  The tomb guardians tore Seward to pieces, and with him, we lost the Starfallen. Our quest was a failure: even if we'd found the Eye, the elf princess was gone.  My friends wouldn't have lasted long without their weapons (especially with a doppelganger in our midst, as Seph suspected.) Of course, I kept my staff.  I'm sure Brixton would've seen some humor in that. Gentle reader, let a dying man offer you one piece of advice.  Acererak is a trickster who desires nothing but your soul. His riddles my help you, but in the end, his final secret always leads to your doom.   Tymora save us all.