Irovetti's Diary

The journal has numerous entries, but begins with a mass of pages that have been pulled out and then, on the 5th of Gozran in 4693 with a series of masterful charcoal drawings of Castruccio Irovetti’s face and the lines:

Enough! I have burned my former life to ashes! I shall renounce the man I once was and accept the offer! Mandalarucio Bellander is no more. That life is behind me. I will submit to the nymph queen’s demands and she will give me what she has promised – a new life, a new face - power, fame, authority! Even the Technic League will dare not stand against me!

She thinks she has me bound in her lover’s noose. I have learned of the hearts she has broken before and I know she will discard me when I have served my purpose. I feign adoration and drip honeyed words into her ear. Her beauty is overwhelming and the thought of manipulating so wondrous a paramour is painful, but I have the endurance for it – I will commit Nyrissa to memory – every inch of her surface, even movement of her lovely face – and I will find a lover who can emulate her form that I may pretend once again to hold her in my arms.

I will discard the token she has given me. Crafted of her very substance, such a thing can turn vile in a heartbeat, the which I find conspicuously absent in her breast. At any rate, it is the least of the gifts she has given me.

Even now, she has proven her power, weaving the transformative power of the First World into my very flesh, transfixing my face in new form.

Later, after a number of fairly mundane entries about his dealings in Pitax (none of which are sufficiently in depth to be incriminating) in the 15th of Lamashan:

I have styled myself as a supplicant of the Test of Starstone to explain my meteoric rise. Indeed, the skill with which Nyrissa’s agents deal with my rivals is astounding. The skill of her gremlins in laying to waste the machinations, both proverbial and literal, of the Technic League is likewise extraordinary.

She will, doubtless, tire of putting forth such effort without seeing a return on her investment. She will withdraw her favor from me, but I will have already reaped the rewards.

In Sarenith of 4699:

I have located the blade, Briar at an abandoned monastery, guarded by a single deranged halfling. Surely the blade’s original guardians must have been ousted previously. I have not touched the blade with my flesh, for I feel it remains connected to Nyrissa, and I fear she would use the occasion of its discovery to come forth from the First World.

The blade is hidden in the depths of my palace, where none shall find it. Should the nymph queen inquire, I will ploy her with my honeyed words once again. Eventually, she will find new agents to do her bidding. Hopefully, I will have been forgotten entirely.

In 4701, after a number of fairly mundane entries about numerous executions (and one where he laments that torture appears to get him what he wants, but is entirely too distasteful a practice for him), the book was full.