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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:
Vernon's Journal, session #13
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I have noticed while we stay within this wizard's abode that the book's explanation of magic is so different than what Malif and Rillan use. I have been able to master some of the smaller incantations from the book, but the magic is linked to a light I draw from within and am easily connected to. Why would you need a book to store your spells? It seems cumbersome and unnecessary. Reading the text would suggest that spells once master will always be ready to cast as long as the light was there to power them. But there is still this darkness in the spells mentioned and I do not know how far I should continue to delve.
I have always hated insects, there make no sense to me. They are simply carrion and carriers of disease. I hope that we do not encounter more and more of them
Since my mother gifted me with both the book and the armor I cannot fathom what she is asking of me. The armor would fit the path I am following, but the book leads me another way and would require me to put aside the armor. It is a dilemma in and of it self, but is that what she is telling me, to choose a path between the two, or maybe I read too much into this?
I recently read in the old texts I was helping to decipher, about a man that walked between the paths of divinity and of arcane lore. The man, unnamed in the text, sought the power to be wrought from using both types of magic. He sought the secrets of death and of life, looking to cheat Death. Is this a path I could copy, do I dare?
I finally opened the package that I had received from Constance today. It contained a red jacket embroidered with gold, black trouser, and find soft leather boots. A crest of an Owl clutching a sword was embroidered on the front of the jacket. It seems to be tailored to my exact measurements. How can I accept such a gift and why would she present it to me?
I saw an owl today beat itself against the wind and tried for some
time to make it through the violent current of air. It tried
repeatedly without success. But it tried again and again and again,
each time not being able to push forward. Finally it simply changed
its direction and followed the wind. I though about this for sometime
and came to realize that maybe I was like the owl in that I have
thrown myself against a barrier I cannot break down and maybe I should
simple change my course and follow the wind.