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 #39
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Sigh! Shadow will not be impressed. I have some info for him about the mercenary army, but sadly all of our efforts left us with little to tell. Other than the fact that we suspect the army exists and is comprised of veteran officers from the kingís army, we havenít found shit. I couldnít even find the thievesí guild for Christís sake! Clearly we are morons, but morons with an average intelligence high enough to cast sixth circle spells. Well, Shadow will need to be content with that info, and my assurance that he will have far more success finding the army than we will.

I still canít believe that I was able to continue fighting after witnessing Blink fight off a third potato head while his hands and one foot were stuck to two other potato heads. It still makes me giggle just thinking about it. And we learned the valuable lesson of not fireballing a room that smells of alcohol or other flammable fumes. My vaunted ability to roll out of harms way when a fireball goes off was useless when the entire room went up in flames! Luckily, nobody died for that fuck up.