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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:
Malif's Journal, session #3
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March the Second
More Belar tricks, more propaganda, more lies. Again they show their true colors, but why? Is it purposeful, or a mistake on their part?
We were attacked last night. Tera claims she hasn't the faintest idea why or how, and claims we are delusional.... that we dreamed everything. But I do not believe her. Our group was imprisoned in a magical maze, then tested, nearly killed, revived, tested again, brought to the brink of death, and then released.
All I can say is that I shall find... and destroy... whoever is responsible. Clearly, there are Belar who mean us great harm. Great care must be taken, however. Our enemy has power far beyond our feeble strengths. I fear it will take years, perhaps even decades, to destroy our enemy.
More mundane matters need attention as well. It appears that I have convinced the rest of the party to accompany me to the cave in which Alana claims to have found her mysterious tunic-wearing corpse. That should be interesting, and hopefully, much more straightforward than our interactions with the Belar. I'm sure, however, that the Belar will rear their ugly heads soon enough.
I've decided upon a familiar. I'm going to find a fine Saker falcon
and make her my companion. I've given great thought to a raven, for
their ability to learn human speech is certainly formidable. But
ravens are ill omens, and that will not do. A Saker is a noble bird,
worthy of princes, and much more to my liking. I shall find a dappled
grey-white juvenile, and name her Rabab... "Pale Cloud" in the
language of the desert peoples where the Sakers originate. My guess is
that she'll cost a pretty copper piece, but then, what is money for
but to spend? Fine works, beautiful women, delicious food, stately
homes, powerful Magic... why else would anyone risk their lives
adventuring? To save the day! To rescue the downtrodden! Perhaps, if
the downtrodden have a few gold apiece to contribute to the pot! Thank
Boccob that Alana is, at least, pleasant to look at, for she certainly
has no gold to speak of. I'd hate to think I'd compromise my
principles for a mere woman! Ha!