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One could never possibly understand how much I loved Tavrielle. She was my treasure. My one and only dark consort. Her smile would light up this manor, rid it from cobwebs, dust, and shadow, and make it feel alive once more. But… she left me, and ended our relationship. She tossed our love away.
It has been near a hundred years since my dearest Tavrielle and the others escaped me. In this time, she lived out the rest of her human lifespan, and is now truly lost to me forever in death. The others, save Gale and Shadowheart, and possibly Lae’zel, are dead and gone. Withers does not heed my wish to give Tavrielle life once more.
I now sit here in this wretched, silent palace. Tav’s curse on me came true: I remain alone, unloved, and unwanted.
Baldur’s Gate is no longer under my command. Szass Tam took control quite easily, and now he holds great power over me and the few spawn I keep. Undeath remains Tam’s dominion. Few mortals live in this wretched city of death anymore. Blood is now scarce. My spawn now starve.
It was not supposed to turn out like this.
I had carefully planned my happiness with Tavrielle. I brought her the friends that gave her joy, gave them undeath, and took wonderful care of them. She was never to know my machinations. She would only have to enjoy her new life.
That damnable human, Sparrow, brought about my downfall.
I have nothing now. My heart yearns for Tavrielle still, and will until my end.
So what, now, is the point of my existence? What has my immortality granted me? Only grief?
I do not think I will ever love again. I do not believe I even can.
There have been a few trollops who have caught my attention, but none of them are my precious dark consort. I rid myself of my lusts and urges, drain them of blood, then toss them aside. I have evolved into a creature who seeks comfort, in any form, despite knowing my solitude shall now last forever.
All I sought was the darkest form of love, but nothing more can remedy my broken heart.
I intend to leave Baldur’s Gate. I will fly far away and leave my memories behind. I will find a new palace to dwell in and sire more spawn to fill it. Fresh blood shall fill my chalice every night. I will take. I will feed. No more will I suffer.
I will brave the cold near Luskan; the drow there will not know what hit them. I will sate my appetite in many more ways than one.
No more pining for my beloved Tavrielle. No longer must I suffer the judgment of our old comrades. I will be the true Ascendant. I will make Faerûn aware of that fact.
I will drain this world dry.
-AA