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Journal Entry Kythorn 22, 1372: Year of the erratic magic
After numerous wet days and mud entrenched streets, I am happy to report I am back in the comfortable walls of the library. My investigation took me from these halls to a hill range to the south of the City.
Sharahan Hills is what is marked on the map. I had heard rumors of undead in this goblin infested region. I spoke with the church and found that the Banites were responsible for the undead rumors. Think this was a possible lead or ally of the necromancer Samantha. I went to the encampment that the church told me of. While the sergeant's phonics were slightly hard to follow. I met quite a few adventurer's and explorers during my trip. I was not able to go through the region without requesting aid from these hale individuals. I am saddened that my memory did not help me remember their names as I feel that I need to repay them for their assistance. The strong dwarf and sly halfling allowed me to go with them into the caves and investigate the undead oddities. The cave was quite a maze of doors that I did not see without the aid of the halfling. While I was unable to find any connections between this problem and the necromancer, I was able to assist those able bodied individuals in removing a few goblinoid problems and some undead monstrosities. To this end I will attempt to chronicle those who I encounter to assist me with this naming dilemma and at the very least immortalize these brave souls through my literary contributions. To this end, I met one known as Runer who is a fighter in the name of Tempus. Our journey into the hills was interrupted by my first miscast spell and consequently my first casting of melf's acidic bolt which implanted itself into Runer's back and then consequently we both found ourselves in a perpetually dark place until the calling of Helm brought us back to his temple. I apologized to him and attempted to guide him through the city and introduce him to the local Church officials such as Sir Hano and I met a fellow scholar by the name of Wings. Though my investigation did not allow me any insight to the necromancer problem; the conversations with those affected by her allowed me an inkling of her possible motives.
I am unsure if this miscasting was my own lack of concentration or perhaps the after effects of a place where magic is acting erratic and without form or purpose. I will refrain from operating any potentially lethal conjurations until further research on what occurred can be performed.
After this trip I returned to the trading post on my way back to Sundren, and was happy to met more individuals. I was able to expand my understanding of Elven culture, for lack of a better term classifications, and city architecture through conversations with a moon elf named Sehron. Yashia and I discussed the sorceress Samantha and talonites activies, while I understand the misnomer is incorrect given she organizes her magics through research and books rather than whim such as sorcerer?s appear to do. I wished to use a different adjective for her. Back to the point at hand, Yashia introduced me to Sir. Gromlin who is assist the library. He sadly had to leave before much conversating occurred so please open a correspondence once you have finished your current project. I met an interesting dwarven devotee of Grumbar by the name of Rycek. He has a certain zest for life, ability to survive, and love of exploration otherwise known as getting lost. I met an odd individual with a predisposed obsession with pansies and likening many things to it, named Mad Jack. I believe the use of pansy was a euphanism to express his distaste for weakness or things he does not understand but I am unsure. Lastly, I met an individual who wished to be called Mella. We almost did not catch on the right foot as she believed I called her inartistic and I was speaking of misuse of one word to describe multiple functions. I believe the comment was directed to Mad Jack. The campfire seems to be a good place to garner knowledge of the surrounding lands and met interesting people. I would suggest going there if the weather is clear. Although I am sure rainy events will deter people and cause you to feel quite miserable.
I am currently reviewing the history of my new residence and it seems the most prolific individual is a wizard of undisclosed power by the name of Mundus. He has contributed to a great many things and shaped the land to his whim. His plans of governmance was followed after his demise. It is a shame he was not able to see the fruits of his ideals. I wonder if his consequent organization follows through with the legacy I have read. An interesting read none the less.
I will be continuing my own adaptations of a possible mobile shelter given the massive amount of precipitation this place has. I was thinking of perhaps giving slight change to a protection spell evoked or conjured to provide physical objects like an etopic shield. Though without phasing, the only similar occurrence, which I can think of, is perhaps adapting the evocation from Tenser and his floating disk, which is able to hold objects of the wizard?s desire. The shape would need to be altered so that it would not allow precipitate to accumulate through perhaps a dome shape. Though I have only read about these spells and so have no ground to stand on with these mental musations. Though these exercises assist me in trying to improve upon the current usations of mystical creations. Though I would suggest getting back to the current situations at had and not let such fancies to consume much of your time.
*sealed and chronicled*
After numerous wet days and mud entrenched streets, I am happy to report I am back in the comfortable walls of the library. My investigation took me from these halls to a hill range to the south of the City.
Sharahan Hills is what is marked on the map. I had heard rumors of undead in this goblin infested region. I spoke with the church and found that the Banites were responsible for the undead rumors. Think this was a possible lead or ally of the necromancer Samantha. I went to the encampment that the church told me of. While the sergeant's phonics were slightly hard to follow. I met quite a few adventurer's and explorers during my trip. I was not able to go through the region without requesting aid from these hale individuals. I am saddened that my memory did not help me remember their names as I feel that I need to repay them for their assistance. The strong dwarf and sly halfling allowed me to go with them into the caves and investigate the undead oddities. The cave was quite a maze of doors that I did not see without the aid of the halfling. While I was unable to find any connections between this problem and the necromancer, I was able to assist those able bodied individuals in removing a few goblinoid problems and some undead monstrosities. To this end I will attempt to chronicle those who I encounter to assist me with this naming dilemma and at the very least immortalize these brave souls through my literary contributions. To this end, I met one known as Runer who is a fighter in the name of Tempus. Our journey into the hills was interrupted by my first miscast spell and consequently my first casting of melf's acidic bolt which implanted itself into Runer's back and then consequently we both found ourselves in a perpetually dark place until the calling of Helm brought us back to his temple. I apologized to him and attempted to guide him through the city and introduce him to the local Church officials such as Sir Hano and I met a fellow scholar by the name of Wings. Though my investigation did not allow me any insight to the necromancer problem; the conversations with those affected by her allowed me an inkling of her possible motives.
I am unsure if this miscasting was my own lack of concentration or perhaps the after effects of a place where magic is acting erratic and without form or purpose. I will refrain from operating any potentially lethal conjurations until further research on what occurred can be performed.
After this trip I returned to the trading post on my way back to Sundren, and was happy to met more individuals. I was able to expand my understanding of Elven culture, for lack of a better term classifications, and city architecture through conversations with a moon elf named Sehron. Yashia and I discussed the sorceress Samantha and talonites activies, while I understand the misnomer is incorrect given she organizes her magics through research and books rather than whim such as sorcerer?s appear to do. I wished to use a different adjective for her. Back to the point at hand, Yashia introduced me to Sir. Gromlin who is assist the library. He sadly had to leave before much conversating occurred so please open a correspondence once you have finished your current project. I met an interesting dwarven devotee of Grumbar by the name of Rycek. He has a certain zest for life, ability to survive, and love of exploration otherwise known as getting lost. I met an odd individual with a predisposed obsession with pansies and likening many things to it, named Mad Jack. I believe the use of pansy was a euphanism to express his distaste for weakness or things he does not understand but I am unsure. Lastly, I met an individual who wished to be called Mella. We almost did not catch on the right foot as she believed I called her inartistic and I was speaking of misuse of one word to describe multiple functions. I believe the comment was directed to Mad Jack. The campfire seems to be a good place to garner knowledge of the surrounding lands and met interesting people. I would suggest going there if the weather is clear. Although I am sure rainy events will deter people and cause you to feel quite miserable.
I am currently reviewing the history of my new residence and it seems the most prolific individual is a wizard of undisclosed power by the name of Mundus. He has contributed to a great many things and shaped the land to his whim. His plans of governmance was followed after his demise. It is a shame he was not able to see the fruits of his ideals. I wonder if his consequent organization follows through with the legacy I have read. An interesting read none the less.
I will be continuing my own adaptations of a possible mobile shelter given the massive amount of precipitation this place has. I was thinking of perhaps giving slight change to a protection spell evoked or conjured to provide physical objects like an etopic shield. Though without phasing, the only similar occurrence, which I can think of, is perhaps adapting the evocation from Tenser and his floating disk, which is able to hold objects of the wizard?s desire. The shape would need to be altered so that it would not allow precipitate to accumulate through perhaps a dome shape. Though I have only read about these spells and so have no ground to stand on with these mental musations. Though these exercises assist me in trying to improve upon the current usations of mystical creations. Though I would suggest getting back to the current situations at had and not let such fancies to consume much of your time.
*sealed and chronicled*