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 #31
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We rode on to the Elven capital (WITH native guide - I love it when people actually listen to me) on Malif's conjured horses (very cool, even though they seem somewhat demoniac...is there a smell of sulfur in the air?). Somewhere along the way, the forest felt "sad" but we were smart enough to just ride on...we were already feeling sad enough about Vernon's little death problem, and more sadness would have been bad.

We decided to message the Belar - they said we can keep or sell the fancy magic rods that we acquired ago. At least our sponsors are generous.

In the capital, we met with a wizard named Hampo (fortunately, I wasn't the one talking to him, else I would certainly have called him "Hambone" at least once). He offered us a reward for finding the spell-book we'd left behind in our 700-year-ago dream, so like the greedy chumps we are, we went straight for it. Once more into the dream, my friends...

We had a choice of three portals, and we took one with a demon face, dripping with blood. NOT my idea. The other choices looked ever so peaceful and welcoming.

Either way, we got put into other people's bodies again. My name appears to be Tuck. We're in a LONG ago place. Right away, we go into a combat against some baddies who summon demons (and spiders; or was it a demon-spider?). I had Protection from Evil ready (I felt SOOOO smart!) and escaped taking too much damage. Kestrel almost bit it (as usual), but we triumphed.

The gods alone know what's going to happen next. Apparently, we're going to assault some castle, with Malif teleporting us in. If only Malif knew how. That's going to be tricky...