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 #29
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I must confess, I don't feel that I've been altogether present in our latest adventuring. My mind wanders as I near the Fifth Circle of spells. I can nearly feel the arcane symbols I am studying coalesce in my mind. My old teacher visited me today. He seemed a bit surprised, rushed, out-of-sorts, but then again, I don't expect that he thought his visit would be needed for another decade if at all. My advancement appears to be somewhat more rapid than usual. Imagine that!

He, my former teacher, that is, says that it is a little known fact, but there is a Concord or some such agreement that is widely accepted throughout the realms governing the use of mercenary spell casters. The Covenant governs those of the Fifth Circle and above and is generally agreed to, so that the use of mercenaries for offensive purposes is nearly unheard of. Something to do with a pact that the Belar made with all humans as a condition of returning to them the knowledge of the more powerful Art after their near destruction years ago. It is essentially an attempt to avoid mutual self-destruction on the part of my race. As such, I said I agreed to this Accord, and my former teacher seemed pleased. As it appears to me that I am unlikely to ever become a mercenary, and so, my pledge is likely to have little effect.

Now, to more important things: elves! We have entered their Great Forest with safe passage guaranteed by the broaches we wear. Few humans are afforded such good fortune. I sense great possibilities for advancement of my Art, and perhaps even of my 'bow. I must be careful, here, though. Wouldn't do to go worrying a forest full of surface elves that I was in league with a bunch of Drow I've never met and am not even sure exist!