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Tycho Athadar's Journal,
Book 1,
Entry 1.
Location: Ocean, Sea Sword.
Entry:
Dear Journal, I am afraid I do not expect you to have a long life. Indeed, like so many of my other belongings, I may actually drop you off the side of the ship in this storm. The Bitch Queen is attacking us in pure force, and Mystra is not willing to aid me in my defense of the ship.
What magic I have used to shield the ship has been rather unsuccessful in general. But I am not truly a mage, or a sorcerer, or whatever it is one would call such people. I am a scholar, and as of the moment, I am useless.
However, it is worth noting that I am studying the wave patterns rather dutifully, and shall include a sketch in my book.
As for this journal, I will be keeping you long enough to be sure that my notes and runes are kept safe. Note that I shall be including sketches and scribblings, to insure that it is useful to my studies. Now, then.
Who am I? I suppose I should write that down, in the odd chance that my future self suffers from amnesia or some such malady. My name, oh thoughtless future self, is Tycho Athadar. If you cannot figure that out from the notes written on top of this page, then I must scorn you ahead of time. You foolish person, it is so simple!
Now, what are my goals? I suppose that is the simplest. I am gathering information about the worlds' natural phenomena, such as auroras, storms, waves, wind, wild life, citizens. I travel the world, and collect this information, to be used in the production of the book I have in mind.
Ah, the book! How silly of me, to not include a brief explanation of the object that will become the very heart of every library. It will be a index of every known object in this new land, Sundren, every unique fauna and animal, every citizen and villain.
My life's work, it shall be! I get ahead of myself. It is not nearly even close to being started, let alone finished. Now, let me describe the seas.
This is a horribly outdated map, since it does not even include Sundren. But it is all I have to go on, at the moment, being short of funds and in the middle of the ocean. It is a bad idea to steal a captain's maps, you know!
<(Inserted would be a folded-up map of the Forgotten Realms. Notes are made on it, along with creases and other such things. Due to the extraordinarily large size of the map, only a link will be provided.)>
As you can see here, there are few areas that aren't filled in correctly. However, sadly, Sundren is one of those areas! Now, the land is relatively new, and this map is extraordinarily old.
I do NOT draw maps. I will emphasize this, for my future self, and repeat it again. I do NOT draw maps.
I hope that has gotten through the skull that I know, first hand, to be extraordinarily crammed full of useless information!
Or would it be empty, if your mind has been wiped? I shall deliberate upon this another time. Focus. I shall slip a picture of myself in here, for you to look upon. This is a rather recent picture, but it will undoubtedly be older for you when you see this! I doubt such a barbarian place as Sundren has mirrors, anyways.
Do you see the glory that is my mustache? Take pride, future self, for it is glorious beyond belief. I ramble, and that is never good, I suppose!
Now, I will leave very specific instructions. These are to be followed by the letter, and as such, shall be coded.
1. Nie musisz w ogóle rozmawiać w tym języku, ani przekazywać informacje, w jaki sposób kod naszych prac.
2. Nie będzie angażować się z kobietą, nigdy!
3. Nigdy nie związała się z lokalną polityką.
4. Będziesz ubezpieczyć książki były bezpieczne, nawet za cenę swojego życia.
5. Pozostania wiernym swoje cele. Pozostać wiernym sobie.
6. Nie dostarcza informacji osobom intencyjny ciemne lub zła.
7. Będziesz na bieżąco wzorów do urządzenia, które błyskotliwy umysł wymyśla dobrze ukryta, i trzymać je z widoku publicznego.
8. Będziesz mieć pewność, że nie ma nikogo w pobliżu, gdy piszesz w tym dzienniku!
I do hope you have understood quite well. This is a hard and very crude language to write in. Now, then.
Combat! How do you do it, you foolish future self who is forgetting of many things?
Simple. You will not. We, that is, I and future me, are rather weak. We can cast a few spells, but only the most simple. We cannot shoot a crossbow, nor can we shoot a bow. We could fight with the dagger that is upon our belt, or at least, my belt, but it is mainly to keep pick-pockets away.
I highly expect and encourage myself to pick up more spells as is necessary, and learn to shoot a crossbow!
It is imperative that we collect the samples necessary for the book. The experiments we shall be doing on the side will also take precedent at some point, but I wish for you to focus, at least now, on the phases of the moon and the northern aurora that will streak across the sky.
Or, perhaps, it wont. That is the joy of it all, you simply don't know what will, and what wont, happen!
You must keep a close eye upon all these things, and make sure you write them down in this journal.
I shall now head back up to the main deck, and see if the Captain has need of me or my (rather useless) skills. I shall leave you, Journal, down here alone.
Oh! I had almost forgotten. Future self, the weasel that follows you around and nests within your robes is your companion, Ottesen. Do not kill him!
Now excuse me, Journal, I have pressing matters to attend to.
(( This is the journal of a character I have decided to make, based upon a real-life man and a few other sources. His 'code' language is actually polish, if you wish to translate it. If anyone has a problem with this, or anything, it can all be rather easily changed, and I have no issue with that! Cheers, and see you all in game eventually, when I get a new disc. <Old one is all scratched up. bleehhhh>))
Book 1,
Entry 1.
Location: Ocean, Sea Sword.
Entry:
Dear Journal, I am afraid I do not expect you to have a long life. Indeed, like so many of my other belongings, I may actually drop you off the side of the ship in this storm. The Bitch Queen is attacking us in pure force, and Mystra is not willing to aid me in my defense of the ship.
What magic I have used to shield the ship has been rather unsuccessful in general. But I am not truly a mage, or a sorcerer, or whatever it is one would call such people. I am a scholar, and as of the moment, I am useless.
However, it is worth noting that I am studying the wave patterns rather dutifully, and shall include a sketch in my book.
As for this journal, I will be keeping you long enough to be sure that my notes and runes are kept safe. Note that I shall be including sketches and scribblings, to insure that it is useful to my studies. Now, then.
Who am I? I suppose I should write that down, in the odd chance that my future self suffers from amnesia or some such malady. My name, oh thoughtless future self, is Tycho Athadar. If you cannot figure that out from the notes written on top of this page, then I must scorn you ahead of time. You foolish person, it is so simple!
Now, what are my goals? I suppose that is the simplest. I am gathering information about the worlds' natural phenomena, such as auroras, storms, waves, wind, wild life, citizens. I travel the world, and collect this information, to be used in the production of the book I have in mind.
Ah, the book! How silly of me, to not include a brief explanation of the object that will become the very heart of every library. It will be a index of every known object in this new land, Sundren, every unique fauna and animal, every citizen and villain.
My life's work, it shall be! I get ahead of myself. It is not nearly even close to being started, let alone finished. Now, let me describe the seas.
This is a horribly outdated map, since it does not even include Sundren. But it is all I have to go on, at the moment, being short of funds and in the middle of the ocean. It is a bad idea to steal a captain's maps, you know!
<(Inserted would be a folded-up map of the Forgotten Realms. Notes are made on it, along with creases and other such things. Due to the extraordinarily large size of the map, only a link will be provided.)>
As you can see here, there are few areas that aren't filled in correctly. However, sadly, Sundren is one of those areas! Now, the land is relatively new, and this map is extraordinarily old.
I do NOT draw maps. I will emphasize this, for my future self, and repeat it again. I do NOT draw maps.
I hope that has gotten through the skull that I know, first hand, to be extraordinarily crammed full of useless information!
Or would it be empty, if your mind has been wiped? I shall deliberate upon this another time. Focus. I shall slip a picture of myself in here, for you to look upon. This is a rather recent picture, but it will undoubtedly be older for you when you see this! I doubt such a barbarian place as Sundren has mirrors, anyways.
Now, I will leave very specific instructions. These are to be followed by the letter, and as such, shall be coded.
1. Nie musisz w ogóle rozmawiać w tym języku, ani przekazywać informacje, w jaki sposób kod naszych prac.
2. Nie będzie angażować się z kobietą, nigdy!
3. Nigdy nie związała się z lokalną polityką.
4. Będziesz ubezpieczyć książki były bezpieczne, nawet za cenę swojego życia.
5. Pozostania wiernym swoje cele. Pozostać wiernym sobie.
6. Nie dostarcza informacji osobom intencyjny ciemne lub zła.
7. Będziesz na bieżąco wzorów do urządzenia, które błyskotliwy umysł wymyśla dobrze ukryta, i trzymać je z widoku publicznego.
8. Będziesz mieć pewność, że nie ma nikogo w pobliżu, gdy piszesz w tym dzienniku!
I do hope you have understood quite well. This is a hard and very crude language to write in. Now, then.
Combat! How do you do it, you foolish future self who is forgetting of many things?
Simple. You will not. We, that is, I and future me, are rather weak. We can cast a few spells, but only the most simple. We cannot shoot a crossbow, nor can we shoot a bow. We could fight with the dagger that is upon our belt, or at least, my belt, but it is mainly to keep pick-pockets away.
I highly expect and encourage myself to pick up more spells as is necessary, and learn to shoot a crossbow!
It is imperative that we collect the samples necessary for the book. The experiments we shall be doing on the side will also take precedent at some point, but I wish for you to focus, at least now, on the phases of the moon and the northern aurora that will streak across the sky.
Or, perhaps, it wont. That is the joy of it all, you simply don't know what will, and what wont, happen!
You must keep a close eye upon all these things, and make sure you write them down in this journal.
I shall now head back up to the main deck, and see if the Captain has need of me or my (rather useless) skills. I shall leave you, Journal, down here alone.
Oh! I had almost forgotten. Future self, the weasel that follows you around and nests within your robes is your companion, Ottesen. Do not kill him!
Now excuse me, Journal, I have pressing matters to attend to.
(( This is the journal of a character I have decided to make, based upon a real-life man and a few other sources. His 'code' language is actually polish, if you wish to translate it. If anyone has a problem with this, or anything, it can all be rather easily changed, and I have no issue with that! Cheers, and see you all in game eventually, when I get a new disc. <Old one is all scratched up. bleehhhh>))