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 #18
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I surprised myself by scoring well in the test of accuracy. If I had it to do over, I know that I would more often fail to hit the target at that range. I know that the crossbow was well crafted but never would I have thought I could successfully strike the target at the range that was marked off. If only Solan could have watch me shoot, that wise creature would have even been impressed. As to that log, I fell from the log as I thought I might. What a strange thing for people to do. I mean getting on a log and riding down a hill. What was I thinking?

I care little of the politics of the Belar, and I feel all the funny stuff we encountered with the gem trade was of their design. The sooner we can separate our selves from the leash they have given us the better I will feel. And there is no doubt that they play us for fool. And fool we all be.

The others think that Tera is of the Order of the Mystic Theurgists. With all her powers, she has demonstrated the Order.s principles. But is she the only Belar that follows this path? Or do they all and if so why I am being drawn toward it. Is this another of there tricks? But my mother gave me the book, and my devotions to my God gave me the powers to become his follower and chosen one. Is there something else, a compulsion or delusional power that the Belar use to control those beneath them? NO.my mind is fill often now with paranoia, and I must shake this to live a life of my own.

The word friend means: A person with whom one is allied in a struggle or cause; a comrade; a person whom one knows, likes, and trusts. Is this now how I see the others, Friends, Comrade, Allies? Have our struggles and conquest brought us to the point were we might say we are friends? I ponder this more now after the deaths of Kestrel and Blink. What bonds have we formed? Do the others feel the same? If they do not feel the same then can I call each friend? Can one side form a friendship that the other does not recognize? Do I think that under the definition, that I would consider each of them a friend? My animal companion I readily call friends, and have so from the start. Why is it then that I find myself unable to call someone a friend? Is it because I cannot give my full trust to someone that will eventually turn against me or disappear? Or is it something deeper, something I have yet to call to name.