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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Errol's Journal, session #48
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This "tongues" spell is excellent. I met a pure-magic being and a slaad, and I was able to talk to both of them without any of those nosy bastards I travel with listening in. It's good to be able to present the absolute truth without worrying that my less diplomatically talented compatriots will contradict me publicly.

Ebullience, the pure-magic beastie, had little to tell us of the area except that he has some more aggressive beings living farther to the south that we should avoid, and they can be recognized by their green hue. Which is useful, although our intent is to go north. The slaad, who wouldn't tell us his name, was fairly helpful once properly bribed. He's threatened to kill us on sight the next time he sees us, but then he threatened that when he saw us this time and didn't go through with it, so I am not afraid. He's just a big softy. And anyway he still owes me a question.

The drow are up ahead, and are likely to destroy us without a second thought or any real effort. I'm not sure what Malif is planning here. I hope we find out soon. The giants are farther north past the drow, so the place we saw in the vision of the Star of Moana is still a ways off.