I make these entries now under cover of darkness on a ship bound for a land far away from Scuttle Cove. Recent events have caused me much trouble, and though perhaps I should have seen their betrayal sooner, Gryk and Agatha are now truly evil.

We went to attack the Devil's Keep in the morning, according to plan. We had killed several of the foul creatures by the time the leader came out and introduced himself as Grovil. He convinced Gryk and Agatha to stand down and discuss with him the future. I think I hoped it had just been some compulsive magic spell that caused them to behave that way, but regardless, I was not going to make a pact with an evildoer - even one that promised mto help me find my sister. Though I miss her dearly, I will find her on my own.

Grovil, while clearly evil, seemed also more concerned with order, than anything else.

When it became obvious that Gryk and Agatha were taking the side of evil, I announced that I would have no part of this, and left. At first, I hid at the edge of the forest, hoping that the two of them would come to their senses. However, upon hearing Grovil give the order to secure me, I fled.

I ran through the forest for awhile, staying a good pace ahead of the search parties, and was able to locate Gryk and Agatha. I tailed them for a bit, waiting for an opportunity to catch them unawares. When I did, I explained to them that what they were doing was wrong - siding with the forces of evil is also evil.

Somehow, they managed to convince me to return with them, that they were just gong to scope the place out and come up with a more effective plan of attack. Reluctantly, I agreed that that might prove to be more effective, and claimed that perhaps I have had a change of heart. I returned with them to the keep of my own free will.

Once inside, we were lead to individual quarters, and then after we had a chance to rest up, were led to a vast library.

I spent perhaps a week going through the library, and what I found frightens me. It seems that Mir, the moon we are on, is mildly evil aligned. This is because it serves as a backdoor between the Nine Hells, the plane of devils, and the Abyss, the plane of demons. It has also, on occasion, served as a battleground for the Blood Wars, the eternal battle between devils and demons.

The temple we are in is part of the gateway to the Nine Hells.

Eventually, we were all called to take part in the ceremony. This one event, I fear, has permanantly scarred my soul.

We were led into a deep ceremony chamber in the keep, where fifty men were held captive in the middle of a huge pentagram. It was there, the horror began. Grovil began the summoning ceremony, and summoned into the pentagram two huge devils, which brutally murdered the innocents in the center. I feel somewhat responsible for their deaths - caused in part through my own inaction - but there was nothing I could do that would not have resulted in my death.

Once they were done, and the room bathed in blood, the devil (name not given) was summoned, and Gryk, Agatha, and Honesty each walked up to the pedastals surrounding the pentagram and all pledged their service to him in exchange for favors.

The three of them have now become irrevocably evil. It was then, I knew I had to escape.

I laid low for several days until the opportunity presented itself. The scouts brought back a man clad in black who identified himself as Necross Negraf. He pledged his service to Grovil in exchange for access to the library, and has all but admitted to his evilness.

There is something odd about this Necross, though I know not what.

Grovil sent Gryk, Agatha, and Necross to obtain - by words or swords - a particular wizard who specializes in magic item creation who lives at the edge of Scuttle Cove. Seeing my chance, I asked to go along to assist.

I was expecting to have to sneak away at some point, but Agatha made it even easier than that. She offered to make me invisible and asked me to serve as hidden backup in case negotiations turned sour. Needless to say, as soon as she turned me invisible, I fled.

I don't know what is going to happen to the poor spellcaster they're trying to take. I hope he does not go willingly, and succeeds in driving them off. And I regret that I was not willing to risk myself to try and inform him of their plan. But the knowledge I now possess must be carried to those who can do something about it. I can not fight this war alone.

I don't know that I've given up home for Gryk and Agatha, but if I must at some point battle them for the sake of what little good may remain in this world, so be it.