Welcome to The Chosen's journals. Each character is invited to keep a journal and write down the thoughts of their characters as they wander through Nyternia. In addition, the DM has a journal which highlights each session. The players are:

Blink - monk Errol - bard
Kestrel - fighter Malif - wizard
Vaugner - rogue Vernon - cleric/sorcerer

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Blink's Journal, session #30
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Riding through the Elven forest, we were attacked by three large monsters. There were gray-green -- I thought at first that they were some kind of trolls or giants, until they showed the ability to go right through trees! They were very fast and very hard to hit, and sometimes, even when we thought we hit them (resounding thwack!) we didn't seem to do any damage. In addition, they hit us like we were the broad side of a barn. They didn't do much actual damage (thank the gods) but we felt more and more clumsy and lethargic every time they hit us. Scary - these things were superior to us in almost every respect - faster (even than me, which I take as a personal insult), stronger, more accurate, harder to hit. I wonder now if it would be like that to fight some Belar. I imagine it's not going to take us that long to find out.

We did a lot of damage to one of these monsters, so much we thought it must surely succumb, but it didn't. At that point, we decided to run for our lives. Fortunately (at my suggestion), we'd done a group "haste", so I was able to simply run away. Malif got Errol and Kestrel (and the cook, of course) away with his neat-o "dimension door" spell (sometimes I want SO badly to be a wizard...ah well), Vaugner galloped away on his (hasted) horse, and Vernon flew away. Or not. Turns out that though he said he'd be OK, he hadn't anticipated that he'd be attacked by all three monsters before he had a chance to fly away. So with great sadness, we left him to his death. Ironically, this was the first time for him, after so many times where we all thought that he was being foolhardy (brave?), and he was "safely" ensconced at the back of the group.

One thing I learned from this combat is that horses suck. Wait, I already knew that. Amendment: FIGHTING on horses sucks. They get all panicky and stuff. Guess I can't blame them. Note to self: everybody buys a warhorse. The biggest, dumbest, bravest, most sit-there-and-not-panic warhorse we can find. Would it not be easier to use machines for this purpose? Malif keeps talking about his "phantom steed" spell. Perhaps that's the technology of the future.

On the good side, we did recover some of our dumb animals, plus Vernon's body, so we'll be able to raise him. No doubt he'll be grumpy when he gets back...

When we got to the next town, we quizzed our elven hosts hard on these monsters. How came it to be that they didn't even mention these things?!? It turns out they had slipped everyone's mind because they don't attack elves. GRUMBLE! People are floating the theory that if Vaugner disguised himself as an elf, they wouldn't attack us either. Count me as deeply skeptical. I insist on having a native guide.