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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Vaugner's Journal, session #29
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So we got our reward for the Minotaur King and we went to view our land and guess what, its shitland! 20 acres is not much anyway, but not only is our land covered with trees, but it is infested with tree hugging loons! I sense this is why it is part of the reward as it can serve no other purpose. Still, why the king wants to piss us off by saddling our asses with this thorpe o' shit is beyond me. In another 6 months or so we will be mighty enough that we just might come back and take his fucking castle for our own. And I will personally punt his ass into this thorpe where he can be a tree hugger for the rest of his miserable life.

But at least we have now met an elf, and are going to travel to one of their cities to talk to some elves who will marvel once again at how we have travelled through time. You would think that these supposedly smartass 1000 year living dumbfucks would have grasped the concept of magicly travelling through time, but it seems to impress them as much as it did the humans who have found out. Hopefully they are smart enough to help Malif learn to enchant the gloves of Dexterity for me in the near future.