Upon your defeat of the 1st shard of Karavakos, you see a white mist rise from his body and speed away towards the stairs. Amongst his books, you find a series of books that appear to be diaries. After some figuring, you think you have arranged them in order of this shard’s earliest days here to more recent entries and what you find is…disturbing.
The early entries are filled with guilt, and loss, and pain, and heartbreak over the loss of Vyrellis…over the countless conquered slain, but it is his suffering at the death of his lover that touches you. The pages are stained with ink, tears and…is that dried blood? It was clear that this shard contained whatever part of Karavakos that was still good, and loving.
As the pages turn you can see that love and compassion slowly fade into paranoia, memory loss, and obsessive behavior. Vyrellis is mentioned less and less and instead the pages are filled with mention of new creatures arriving in “my domain”. There are entries concerning his battles with these new arrivals, all ending in his victory. For a time, his new conquest was to be the “lord of this prison”. However, after a time, he either grew tired or his memory loss began to drain his desire for the empty victories against creatures that kept “returning”, as Karavakos put it. The comments of “Didn’t I kill this one before?” and “he seems familiar to me” are seen many times throughout the pages of the diaries.
You also see entries about “new friends who talk with no mouths” and “friends that never cease asking questions about any and every topic”. “They speak in my mind and never let me rest…INSANITY!” is the last coherent diary entry you read.
From this point on, the diaries are filled with inane babble, but you do see many short, almost out bursts, that have to do with sequestering himself in his hermatige. There are entries about “another lock…must put another ward on the door. There’s someone knocking. Must put another trap on the door.”
It is clear that, in the end, his mind was gone and his only concern was talking to his “friends” and communicating with the “one eyed man” as well as more locks….never enough locks.
Once you have read the diaries, the head of Vyrellis quietly sobs at the loss of what might have once been the part of her former lover that was still good and what she loved, so many ages ago.