(A cold, gravelly voice emanates from the sphere.)
Personal Journal. Day 1,014 of the Master Plan:
My research into Drana production continues to draw attention. My immediate superiors must admit my presence to Lord Tiamat soon.
The next stage of my agenda commences anon.
I also contemplate on a young trooper, Murugan by name. He hath a quick wit and a clever eye. We are much alike, physically and mentally.
I move to transfer him under my command. I vouchsafe he will prove useful.
Personal Journal. Day 1,210 of the Master Plan:
Today I am become chief administrator for the Esoterrace following Warden Dathar's...unfortunate accident.
The announcement sends shocking winds through my division. The jealousies bay like whipped daggs.
Let them whine! Let them snarl! I say to them, thou hast sneered and suppressed me enough!
I must thank the good Sergeant...no, Captain Murugan for his fine work on my behalf.
Personal Journal. Day 1,217 of the Master Plan:
Dragon Lord Tiamat bids me appear before him before taking over the Esoterrace.
For mine loyal service to the Dragon Lords, he presents me with a blade named Tiamat's Power.
I still feel the assembly's glares. They loath and froth to see their pet victim elevated thus.
Writhe, worms! Thou shall beg my favor soon enough!
Personal Journal. Day 1,267 of the Master Plan:
My plans to expand the Esoterrace continues apace.
Nearby Elim grow problems on their branches, but may yet turn to opportunity...given the right stimulus.
We pump Drana into the root system of the Dalia Elim, and I order the remaining area clear.
The Reian Tribe in the area offers minimal resistance. They either flee or water the earth with their blood.
Captain Murugan wishes to slay them all, but I stay his hand for now. The Reians, like Murugan, may yet prove useful....
(This section of the journal is distorted, the voice fading in and out.)
Person...Jour.... 1,722 of th...lan:
My experi...th Dragel contin...time to deal with Tiamat's so-called "gift" to me.
Did he not think I wou...find out that 'tis...device to spy on me? Doth he think me...fool?
My first task is...divert his spells so he would not know...anything...amiss.
Then I sunder...bury the hilt in secret.... The fragments of blade I...to...Cha...rug...and Ke...
And, verily I may...there is only one...could entrust...final shard.
Personal Journal. Day 1,999 of the Master Plan:
Drana and my agenda both succeed beyond the realm of possibility, mayhap. My tenure here is so short, yet my progress stretches long.
The Elim Dalia continues to have positive impact, and my own experiments in Dragel achieve...pleasing results.
But the changes to my body do not go unnoticed. And the recent inspectors watch my body with untrusting eyes.
With the raw power populating my veins, I have no reason to hide...not much longer....