Web-Covered Journal
[This book's leaves are stuck together with thick webbing that leeches ink when pulled from the page. Only the final entry remains remotely legible.] It is time. I will forever transcend this blasphemous flesh and refashion myself in the Queen's image. No longer will I be bound to this lowly form, this base shape of organ and bone. Even the arachnomancers of Menzoberranzan shall weep at my feet, their little spells so feeble and fleeting. Today, I found the house of Lolth, and I shall be its Matriarch.