Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140420221443/@comment-24376253-20140421214349

All of the pages were either scribbled out or missing, except for one:

 4E 305, 7th Morning Star:

 My mind is slipping, devolving, dying. I’m righting this with the last ounce of humanity I have left please kill me! I can’t bear the thought of hurting others in this state but soon that will become irrelevant to me, or at least, what was me. I’m sorry, so sorry if I hurt anyone in this form and I beg you please put me out of my misery! But I have not forgot my original mission; there is a bigger fish to fry that that barkeep and his Bosmer lacky. Telemachus. He is leading an invasion into Black Marsh, find him, kill him, you’re the only hope left.