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 #52
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So apparently after talking to some bards and such who actually know things about monsters we find out that the "rock bees" provide gems or some other valuable thing on their bodies. And thus another veritable fortune passes before our eyes. It would be nice if occasionally there was any reason for us to suspect that attacking locusts would do anything other than get us stung, but I suppose that is asking for too much. On this vein, I have decided to reflect on my current status:

I cannot advance in my chosen class, because I am seen as unfit or something and may or may not be held responsible for others' decision to act on information I gave this organization.

I have not received a dime since before we went to rescue the bozo king who locked himself in his own prison. Any reward we got from this king was randomly taken away when the cauldron decided to blow up everything around him. Its really cool and wonderfull to be surrounded by monsters who either don't believe in treasure or have decided to emulate kamakazi terrrorist tactics.

I routinely fall for the sucker punch to go back into the dream and waste some more time acumulating nothing, simply because the one time we did get something it was an item meant for me. Did I mention that I have barely worn this item ever?

I think I will zone out for a while and just let life take its course. Maybe when I come back into focus the world will be a better place, and if not, I can always retire and go pick pockets or some such thieving thing. I just can't take the poverty thing when I am such a shallow material guy.