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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Kestrel's Journal, session #35
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It seems that we have a new mission. I wonder if there's been some sort of change of plans.

Yesterday we had decided that we were going to look for a gem of power in the elven forest, controlled by a reclusive Belar. But now Tera tells us that she has a new mission, a rescue mission to save some people trapped in a castle in East Mantar.

These people are trapped in a ludicrous dungeon, complete with antimagic fields, keys that only work for some users, guardian constructs, all in a castle garrisoned with thousands of fanatical enemies.

I'd claim that this sounds right up our alley, but actually we don't necessarily do that well on the big projects. I hope we don't screw it up too badly.

In the meantime, we're in the dream. We seem to be sharing bodies with a bunch of drow, of all things -- my alter ego seems to be a barbarian. I like the feeling of power and invulnerability that comes with this body. I'm not sure how comfortable I am with losing control enough to rage.

Strangely, the group that we seem to be inhabiting consists of two clerics, two barbarians, a sorceror, and a ranger. I'm not sure what they do if they run into a locked door. Maybe they break it down, or the sorceror has learned knock or something. But it still seems an odd choice for a raiding party.

Maybe they didn't have time to put together a real plan, so this is a sort of ad hoc gorup. They seem to have bene on their feet for several days, though, so if they're still alive and basically unharmed, they must be doing something right.

I wonder what they think about this whole experience, more or less being possessed by strange people apparently from the future who consider the whole experience a dream. I wonder if it's humbling or irritating to learn that people think your whole existence is merely a figment of someone else's imagination. They're going to be really screwed up if we're too convincing about that....