Jaran: Words of Doubt - 22nd Hammer, 1358 DR
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Today we brought down the Imperceptor’s successor, prodigy and son, Murdock Darkfury. I find myself a bit sad that he threw himself at us in what seemed to be almost a worthless show of boasting and pride in his own ability. Considering how well we held ourselves in our last meeting, I’m a bit surprised he put himself at what seemed like an uncalculated risk. He placed too much confidence in his ability to escape via magical means. It’s ironic that both the father and son fell due to similar failings. I must make sure I don’t fall prey to such vanities.
I wonder about his motives in constantly pestering the dwarf with missives. I’ve been quite entertained seeing the dwarf squirm under the attention. Lately the dwarf’s brow has been furrowed deep with frustration, and his eye seems to twitch slightly with aggravation as he tries to fathom Murdock’s motives. His soul must be in torment to be favored by such a hated enemy.
Murdock seemed a worthy foe. It would have been interesting to see what plans he had for us. However, not interesting enough for me to sway from my belief that we should disintegrate the body and cast his ashes into the Trackless Sea. We’d best kill Silvia before she gains the power to resurrect her relatives from the ashes.
I wonder if there are any other Darkfurys skulking in the background.