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 #46
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A drow, an undead drow but a drow, and from what I can till an evil little bugger. I really want to go give him a little payback and get that little item of his. It would also be brilliant to actually find what he is guarding. It is too bad that the ruins here could not help me find out what religion this drow worships, but I will endeavor to discover it. But we must defeat this drow. I know that hypocritical about my desire to travel in this realm of endless darkness, but I just know, as if Valkon is directing me, that killing the drow in the right course.

I think I have also found a way to better protect myself against the dark energies of the creatures here. I will attempt to call upon Valkon, with his powers over death, to grant me the blessing of a death ward. It will not protect me for long, but I feel that the time it does give will allow me to dispatch the cause of the dark energy, or make my escape from it. I do not feel a strong cause to tell the others but they are smart and will probably come up with it themselves.

I have been dreaming lately a disturbing dream. In it I am in the Library of the Elfs and alone with a young elven maid. It is late in the evening and a rage overcomes me and I take the elf against her will. The taking goes quickly making me feel powerful over the elf. I also feel satisfied doing the deed. I never reach the end of the act before waking but when I do awaken the power and satisfaction stays with me. I know I shouldn’t feel this way that this is some form of my hatred of the elfs, but I almost wish as I lie down to sleep that I will have the dream again so I can just see the elf suffer. I know this is wicked, and I should ask for help but I cannot. I know I can fight this and make use of the experience. Is this some how linked to my drow self or the fact that I have been traveling in the underdark? Or maybe the book again, but I haven’t read it recently?