The following are journal entries by Kolakretai, the uncrowned king.
“This journal is a gift from a friend. I won’t write as often as she might like, but I’ll jot something down when it’s worth jotting down. My name is Kolakretai Arben. I live in Eynsworth in the Flower District.”
“I finally made it! I am currently beginning my studies at Arcadia School for the Arcane Arts. I got a full scholarship due to my prioress with the arcane arts! I cannot wait to get started. The other students are excited, but they have not seen anything yet. Just wait till I show what I can do.”
“Learned quite a bit today! Evocation is so terribly easy. I do not know how some of these so-called students struggle with it.”
“Spoke with the High Rector today. He doesn’t understand my viewpoints on this particular school of magic… says necromancy has been outlawed in Haven for a long time. It’s frustrating that the curriculum is set only to the minor schools of magic; illusion, divination… I can do that stuff in my sleep.”
“I only suggested going with my professor to the excavation. Why did he have to shut me down so?? Why does Roger, Ginger, Fander and the rest get to do on the field trip?! I want to see an ancient ruin as well! It’s not fair. I might leave them all a surprise when they back in their dorms… yeah, that’ll show them.”
“Today was just like any other day. More illusions and enchantment with Rector Thoarr. That gnome is starting to get on my nerves every time he jumps up on his desk to shout at me. I’m just asking questions about artifacts.”
Several pages are torn out
“Zandoria is a cold land. Since I’ve been here — missing words — but Arndell still sends me letters from Eynsworth, and information at my asking. I’m glad he continues to share my interests in the dark arts. Hope he’s not found out by the High Rector.”
“Arndell says the Crown of Horns is in Fjallar. But before I can retrieve it, I must first find the cave of Tempest and Temper. I guess those divination lessons accounted for something… and according to Arndell, there is a rift there. I must find it, pass through, and collect my prize, as the Whispered One has commanded to give to me.”
“The cave was easy enough to pass through. No number of beholders and monsters can stop me! The door. It’s got strange writing. No matter. I’ll have this translated in no time. Arndell’s deep speech notes should help me with this”
The next page, there is a table of Deep Speech-to-Common, for translation purposes, can be used by anyone
More pages torn out
“The power is… incredible. I’ve never felt anything like it. My patron’s will shall be unleashed through me. He’s given me the power to consume souls. My power grows. May the Whispered One’s praise be mine!”
“Now my destiny is at hand. I will retrieve my crown from my enemy. They will be — writing cuts off —”