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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Vernon's Journal, session #15
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Too much changes each time I put my thoughts into writing. It would seem that despite my hope I am nothing more than that mere stable boy bastard that came to school. Why did they have to put me through that? I was happy in the stables. Will I never out live my heritage and be able to be judged for who I am? But now that I jot down this thought, I think that who I am is the bastard, the boy in the corner that is pitied and laughed at. The one that came from the stables and has become.. What have I become.

The power the book described is now infused in me and at each turn there is something new to learn. Just the other day I as I was reading the book and the same owl came that had to fight against the wind came down and eat at some of my bread and cheese. It looked up at me and made its owl noises and looked lost and lonely. It reminded me so of myself and how I had been feeling. I had read in the book of a bond that could be forge between animal and Mage. I quickly looked up the ritual and thought how easy I could draw forth this bond. I look again at the creature nibbling on my meal and thought him a fitting companion. When I went to catch the owl he did not jump away but rather jumped on my arm as if he had done it before. As I look him over I noticed on his claw a small band of gold. I examined the band and found it flawless, so on a whim I cast detect magic and glowing strange runes appeared. At first they were a blurry, but soon clear (I think due to my comprehend language spell that I had cast to read the book) and the name Solan was the meaning of the runes. Very strange a name, I thought but then everything that been happening lately has been strange. I went on with the ritual and later that night Solan and I returned to the Jay's keep and slept.

I am lonely in the keep. I try and help Jay but I cannot even see her but from fleeting moments here and there. Does no one trust my counsel? Stupid question I know, for who would ever seek the thoughts of a lowly bastard. But I did think Jay would.

Today we hunted and it felt great to be out in the wilds. I do enjoy the outdoors and the thrills and excitement it brings. I could have only wished that the game would have been more challenging. If not for the Harppies, our whole day would have been a wasted.