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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Malif's Journal, session #25
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My unease at attacking the band of lycanthropes beneath Tamson's castle has taken a new turn. As far as I can ascertain, they are benign, neutral, perhaps even reasonable. We have attacked and killed two of their children and two of their adults, and yet one of their leaders, a mage in fact, was willing to speak with us. Perhaps she sought only to save her own skin, but she proved more worthy than that only minutes later.

Four assassins surprised us as we retreated from the lycanthrope cave. A well-placed Web ensnared all of us but Vernon, who faired no better as two of the assassins cut him down with blades. He lay bleeding to death while we struggled to free ourselves. Once more, Tara's Rods saved the day. The silence that the assassins cast upon us proved ineffective, as I was able to cast without speaking. A Fireball removed the Web at the cost of minor burns to all, and battle was joined.

Astonishingly, the lycanthrope mage came to our aid seconds later. A spell of slowness against the two assassins attempting to kill Vernon saved his life. Rightly calculating that the tide was about to turn, the assassins fled, one falling to Kestral's blade and to his own grim poison. The others used various magiks to escape despite our efforts to thwart them. We have the body of the fallen assassin, and we shall continue to test it with divine Art applicable to such things. Already we have a bit of information, and if we are clever, perhaps more may be yielded.

I am disturbed by the seeming ease with which we were attacked. We had not been scryed in days, and even when we are, the scrying ceases almost immediately -- too soon for any additional spells to be cast at us, as far as I know. This means we were tracked on the ground for a considerable amount of time, and yet not one of us knew. Had the assassins been a bit luckier, we would have all died. And now, they know of my ability to cast while Silenced. They shall never repeat that mistake. We must find someone to consult with to learn how one stays alive in circumstances such as ours. Clearly, it can be done, for if not, there would be few men with skills such as ours left in the world. Perhaps Vigg can help, or perhaps one of Vaugner's friends. Yes, they would know. If only we can stay alive until we can contact them. That shall be the test.