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

Choose a journal:   Select a session:

Errol's Journal, session #11
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We wandered around in Sola and met a ghost and some shadows almost killed me and I'm very weak now except that I feel tougher from drinking from some enchanted fountain. This all pales beside my hiring of the newly esteemed Tidus, an adventuring chef of the highest caliber. He has joined up with us for the pittance of 1 gold piece per day, which I'm sure some of my compatriots believe is rather spendthrift, but a man who can journey with us, watch our horses while we endure unpleasantness, and can meet us upon our return with a well-made rabbit goulash instead of those distasteful iron rations is an ally to be well-treated. He has his own traveling set of pots and pans, works equally well in the finest of kitchens and over a flickering campfire, and is in general a credit to our organization.

Anyway. As I said, I'm very weak now. I can barely push the pen across these pages, much less carry my backpack or play my drum. I hope Epimetheus knows the way home and doesn't get spooked by anything along the path. I don't think I could control him if he decided to wander off.

Now that I think about it, in many ways this is how I feel every day with this group of foolhardy ne'er-do-wells.