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 #40
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We have entered the Dream for real, despite the warnings not to do so, and I ask myself: why? Why did I not care any longer when the others urged me on? I was resolute against entering, seeing no purpose in doing so, but Vernon and Errol wished to go, and the others soon joined them, and yet they could not continue if I disagreed. Six must go forward or none at all. I alone could have prevented them, yet I chose to go.

Why?

Has the Star poisoned my mind? Do I now care so little for myself, having gained and lost its power, that I no longer wish to live? Have the insidious plots of the Belar sapped my resolve to lead my own life? We can not escape this war they seem determined to wage. Our own plans are meaningless. Whatever we wish for ourselves will not come to pass -- we are pawns of some unseen Dream-master. Yes, let us go forth into this real-dream. If we are to face copies of ourselves as we did before, then let us toss the coin. Six against six, equal in every respect. Death is all but guaranteed, and from my own deeds, I must conclude I no longer care how the coin lands.