I did not really like the visions in The Spire of Long Shadows. So my idead was to replace with a journal. It would portions of Mak'ar's journal that he had been keeping from his earliest contact with Kyuss. The party would find pieces of the journal in place of the visions. I am not the best writer, so I wanted to post my journal entries and see if I could get some help. Any advice would be great.
Journal 1
These past few months have been insufferable. Standing among these ignorant creatures, makes me feel corrupted. The time is right and tomorrow I will reveal myself to Kyuss. His infatuation with Velsharoon has nearly consumed him. The stone pulses with energy now, feeding off his followers like they were cattle. He sits on that ridiculous throne atop his hill and listens to their cries day after day; it has become tedious to be around him. He should be easy to manipulate, he is vein and proud.
Journal 2
He has ruined us all. He fed too much of himself into the stone before the ritual, now it has entrapped him. And now, Dragotha has stolen the stone, I am left here to rot.
Journal 3
I gave the worm to Kyuss today, it has begun. It is proving easier than I first thought. He has already implanted the worm in a subject. Soon all will be infected and will be brought under my control.
Journal 4
I have much to teach him before he will be completely useful. It is like training a monkey, only slower. I want to push forward; I can see my goal just ahead within reach. Yet, he is not ready, not the finished tool.
Journal 5
It was marvelous, magnificent; all those willing spirits pressed up against the temple. It was like feasting on souls, their worship flooded the stone with power. The Fool ruined us. One moment glory, the next doom, failure. Him trapped in the very thing I taught him how to complete and I stuck here surrounded by his spawn. He may be a god now, I am not sure, but if he is he is a god trapped.
Journal 6
This portion of the journal starts of as gibberish, nonsensical words. Several lines are a riot of letters and symbols that make no sense. The doodles soon form words if not sentences….
Legion after legion of undead spawn rise from soggy graves.
fulfilled
An immense and demonic tree explodes into destructive life from the heart of some city.
fulfilled
A burning comet lances down from heaven to strike the earth in a tremendous, mushroom-shaped cloud of devastation.
fulfilled
A city with its town square wreathed in a cloud of black smoke filled with eyes, is held in the grip of shadows that move.
fulfilled
A cackling man attaches a clawed and withered hand to the bleeding stump of his arm, and the hand writhes into unholy life.
fulfilled
A city built in the heart of a volcano suffers tragedy during a partial eruption that sees a part of the town collapse.
fulfilled
A tripartite spirit once again becomes one, and at it advice are the mighty undone.
On the eve of the Age of Worms, a hero of the pit shall use his fame to gift a city to the dead.
