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 #4
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March the Third

Things are looking up for our fair Alana. The tunic, it turns out, belonged to a Courier. Its arcane marks were a dead give-away to the guards at the gate. Simply bad luck that Alana happened to stumble across it. Worse luck that she chose to wear it. But her story rings true. We found the cave, and the remains she described. A Courier's satchel was among them, and it now sits at the precinct headquarters with our sworn statements. Alana still sits in a cell, but that can't be helped. There are laws, after all. And magistrates are not to be trifled with, not by newly initiated novices. One day, though, that will change. One day, it will be well known that magistrates fare poorly if they make the mistake of imprisoning my friends.

How some of the others whined about Alana's condition! Their concern is misplaced. Alana would as soon cut their purse as thank them for their prayers! And, if I know her, our dear Alana is doing just fine. A couple ten-days in the lockup will sharpen her instincts, and she might learn a couple new techniques if she puts the time to good use. What's more, her fellow apprentices will probably have a touch more respect for her after she's freed. "Friends in high places," I can hear her say. Not within earshot of me, to be sure, but brag she will nonetheless. Besides, the gold piece I bribed the watchman to pass her a note should have been plenty to assure its arrival. She knows that the satchel has been found, and so she knows her freedom is at hand.

I have found Rabab! The first vendor I found had a nearly perfect bird. It is Fate, I am sure! She is grey-white and dappled as befits her name. And she has a fierce look about her, though she is still young. I will begin her training, with the help of the falconer. He seemed most concerned that I demonstrated proper training. A good sign, most favorable. Rabab has no doubt been well raised. We shall see how quickly she adjusts to me. Maybe in a few months she will prove worthy of undergoing the Rite of the Familiar. A day to look forward to! Initiating my first familiar!

For now, however, matters await. Some purchases must be made.... and a bit of work done on my anto. Time to see about that method of reloading. The Drow did it somehow. It's simple... just think like a Drow!