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Gruffydd's Journal 5:1
9 years ago
(This is my contribution to our in-character D&D journals our crew decided to start writing as a new summary format)
(The 5:1 in the title mean season 5, journal 1. This is for my own records.)
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Journal : 1st of Wedmath
(Since Time progresses equally within the Ages we have visited, the year is omitted)
I've decided to start keeping a journal. Several times recently my life has been in very real danger, and today was no exception, so it seems a good idea to keep some sort of record in case I should be killed.
Ugh, how callous and detached my writing is while I'm Time-Touched! Perhaps I will rewrite these entries some day if I should cure myself. For the moment, the benefits outweigh the coldness and muted emotions- although the muted emotions themselves have also been a benefit from time to time...
At any rate, here I sit in my "Mage's Mansion" pocket-dimension, alone for the most part except for my Unseen Servants. The human children we rescued seem content to remain at the banquet-table to be waited on, and the enemies' wounded Kobold-slaves remain unconscious. I suppose that's just as well. But where is everyone else?
Today was a mess. We arrived back in our own timeline (or my own, at any rate) to find a battle waiting for us. We saved the children, the swords-woman Olivia, and several of the enslaved kobolds (although many resisted thanks to their families being held hostage, poor things). We fought and killed who-knows-how-many undead; I was particularly happy to be able to test out “Telekinetic Sphere” to lift and drop three Ghasts into a “Wall of Fire” I had made earlier (experiment with this more later! How high can I take a foe before I drop him??).
After that, things went downhill. The Dragon's other forces were more powerful than we thought- a flock of some twisted dragon-eagles came down after everyone else ran off in a panic to fight gods-know-what-else to the south. I hid with some of the kobolds in a building, but then remembered Olivia and those children were totally exposed!
Not knowing what else to do, I ran out shouting to them, and opened Mage's Mansion right in the battlefield. I invited everyone to enter for cover- even threatened some of the kobolds, but they STILL refused. At least Olivia brought the children in to safety.
The dragon-birds were still on their way, so I started dragging some of the wounded and unconscious kobolds into the Mansion. Raktus showed up (just what I needed...) and at least helped to load in a kobold or two- though he did complain bitterly about it being a waste. Saving lives a waste! I'm Time-Touched and still have a bigger heart than that conceited minotaur!
Anyway, the worst of it was when the dragon-birds arrived. Foolishly I thought I could “Shout” them down if I timed it right, but they breathed acid on me before they were even in range! It got me badly, too- I feel half dead now... if the others don't come back by tomorrow morning, I suppose I'll use a “Limited Wish” spell to mimic a cleric's healing spell... that should help.
Needless to say I immediately stumbled into the Mansion for cover. The doors closed behind me, of course, but I opened them again for the others- nothing uninvited can come in, anyway. Odd thing was, nobody came in after me! I checked the kids and kobolds were safe, but I was so worried I came to look out the door again.
Olivia even came and offered to go find my companions- I warned her away from that idea due to the dragon-things, but she seemed to think they were trained only to kill me and my friends. A chilling thought. Anyway she ran out before I could stop her, and now there's no sign of anyone outside- not even that Raktus!
Why does that minotaur bother me so much? He has a cool disdain for weak things and is not inclined to save lives without prompting- and I can see the logic of that, of course, but still. He's boasted several times that he could kill me with a touch if he chose to- which would be laughable if it didn't make me so angry. Of COURSE I know about the “Slay Living” spell- hells, I could do it to him twice before he could even point at me. And I'm the more powerful caster- I am! I've seen the limits of what he can do with “Arcane Sight,” so I'm not afraid of him. It just annoys me- good thing I'm Time-Touched and can hide that emotion easily.
What does Weiss even see in the bull? Weiss is such a big, kind fellow, and seems to put everyone else first- I'm not jealous, of course- but Raktus seems exactly the opposite sort Weiss would come to love. The way Raktus tried mind-reading at the festival! Mind-reading!! It was easy for me to resist, but I'll bet others were open books to him. Such a callous invasion of privacy- the height of rudeness!
I've had my fill of love, anyway- I am definitely not jealous.
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Other journals from yesterday's session:
Ark's Journal
Duke's Journal
Weiss's Journal
The big plot-summary, timeline, and character bios:
...can be found here.
(The 5:1 in the title mean season 5, journal 1. This is for my own records.)
---
Journal : 1st of Wedmath
(Since Time progresses equally within the Ages we have visited, the year is omitted)
I've decided to start keeping a journal. Several times recently my life has been in very real danger, and today was no exception, so it seems a good idea to keep some sort of record in case I should be killed.
Ugh, how callous and detached my writing is while I'm Time-Touched! Perhaps I will rewrite these entries some day if I should cure myself. For the moment, the benefits outweigh the coldness and muted emotions- although the muted emotions themselves have also been a benefit from time to time...
At any rate, here I sit in my "Mage's Mansion" pocket-dimension, alone for the most part except for my Unseen Servants. The human children we rescued seem content to remain at the banquet-table to be waited on, and the enemies' wounded Kobold-slaves remain unconscious. I suppose that's just as well. But where is everyone else?
Today was a mess. We arrived back in our own timeline (or my own, at any rate) to find a battle waiting for us. We saved the children, the swords-woman Olivia, and several of the enslaved kobolds (although many resisted thanks to their families being held hostage, poor things). We fought and killed who-knows-how-many undead; I was particularly happy to be able to test out “Telekinetic Sphere” to lift and drop three Ghasts into a “Wall of Fire” I had made earlier (experiment with this more later! How high can I take a foe before I drop him??).
After that, things went downhill. The Dragon's other forces were more powerful than we thought- a flock of some twisted dragon-eagles came down after everyone else ran off in a panic to fight gods-know-what-else to the south. I hid with some of the kobolds in a building, but then remembered Olivia and those children were totally exposed!
Not knowing what else to do, I ran out shouting to them, and opened Mage's Mansion right in the battlefield. I invited everyone to enter for cover- even threatened some of the kobolds, but they STILL refused. At least Olivia brought the children in to safety.
The dragon-birds were still on their way, so I started dragging some of the wounded and unconscious kobolds into the Mansion. Raktus showed up (just what I needed...) and at least helped to load in a kobold or two- though he did complain bitterly about it being a waste. Saving lives a waste! I'm Time-Touched and still have a bigger heart than that conceited minotaur!
Anyway, the worst of it was when the dragon-birds arrived. Foolishly I thought I could “Shout” them down if I timed it right, but they breathed acid on me before they were even in range! It got me badly, too- I feel half dead now... if the others don't come back by tomorrow morning, I suppose I'll use a “Limited Wish” spell to mimic a cleric's healing spell... that should help.
Needless to say I immediately stumbled into the Mansion for cover. The doors closed behind me, of course, but I opened them again for the others- nothing uninvited can come in, anyway. Odd thing was, nobody came in after me! I checked the kids and kobolds were safe, but I was so worried I came to look out the door again.
Olivia even came and offered to go find my companions- I warned her away from that idea due to the dragon-things, but she seemed to think they were trained only to kill me and my friends. A chilling thought. Anyway she ran out before I could stop her, and now there's no sign of anyone outside- not even that Raktus!
Why does that minotaur bother me so much? He has a cool disdain for weak things and is not inclined to save lives without prompting- and I can see the logic of that, of course, but still. He's boasted several times that he could kill me with a touch if he chose to- which would be laughable if it didn't make me so angry. Of COURSE I know about the “Slay Living” spell- hells, I could do it to him twice before he could even point at me. And I'm the more powerful caster- I am! I've seen the limits of what he can do with “Arcane Sight,” so I'm not afraid of him. It just annoys me- good thing I'm Time-Touched and can hide that emotion easily.
What does Weiss even see in the bull? Weiss is such a big, kind fellow, and seems to put everyone else first- I'm not jealous, of course- but Raktus seems exactly the opposite sort Weiss would come to love. The way Raktus tried mind-reading at the festival! Mind-reading!! It was easy for me to resist, but I'll bet others were open books to him. Such a callous invasion of privacy- the height of rudeness!
I've had my fill of love, anyway- I am definitely not jealous.
---
Other journals from yesterday's session:
Ark's Journal
Duke's Journal
Weiss's Journal
The big plot-summary, timeline, and character bios:
...can be found here.
