Monster Hunter's Diary

Note · 40 gp · Weight 2

Little remains of the hidebound journal: the cover is tattered and half the pages are missing. Blank pages at the back of the book survive along with the final entries of the diary's unknown owner. "After many days spent exploring the area and studying the traces left at the sites of the desecrated shrines, I at last struck upon the defilers' trail. My worst suspicions were confirmed: the cultist circle was led by a demodand, a creature from the bowels of the Abyss. The clergy whose temples had been vandalized in the attacks were perplexed: what was the link between them? What did the shrines of Iomedae, Gorum, and Torag have in common? The answer was very simple: demodands hate all gods in equal measure and strive to destroy each and every shrine they come across. Alas, demodands do not always work alone: the one I was tracking had gathered a small coven around it, a gang of the deranged and depraved. What else can you call folk who'd let themselves be convinced of the vile tenets spewed by those beasts? For reference: demodands were created by titans who had been driven into the Abyss by the gods. Demodands' sole purpose is to serve their creators. They are blind slaves and tools of destruction, lacking even the smallest spark of that majesty granted to the faithful when they have contact with their divine patrons — whether it be Gorum or even the universally decried Rovagug. Mortals who convert to this faith of lies must be exterminated along with their false prophets. That is why we, the inquisitors of many deities, have banded together to hunt down such monsters in a joint effort. After covering a few dozen miles, I located the heretics' hidden lair: a dank cave deep in the forest. At sunrise tomorrow, I will make my way inside the cave to study the underground passages and sketch a map for our future raid. One should never underestimate demodands and their minions. I have no intention of attacking alone. But I can at least scout out the site of our coming attack, rather than sitting on my hands while my comrades muster a contingent and make their way here. Iomedae be with me."