I write today's entry as I am exhausted and wounded. I am lucky to be alive at all and am looking forward to a good night's sleep and the promise of renewed strength it offers.
First, I must comment again on last nights dreams, which seemed to be a continuation of the previous two nights' dreams. As my dreams began I watched as the terrible generals in their vast wastelands marched their armies through portals. The portals were like missive walls of flame, with blood dripping around their edges. After watching these armies enter these portals for some time, the visions shifted and I finally saw what looked like a world similar to my own -- perhaps it was my own. There stood the same portals -- four of them -- and the armies were marching forth from them and entering into a great battle.
I saw combatants of every species and race I can think of or have heard of fighting against these invaders. Humans. Dwarves. Elves. Haflings. I believe I even saw some orcs. The fact that all these races could put aside their differences to come against these invaders should emphasize just how terrible these armies were.
In the background of this battle, I saw a giant rock -- as if a piece of the earth itself had been torn out of its space -- floating in the sky with a great citadel perched atop it. Anchored into the stone was a giant chain, whose immense links led all the way to the ground below. Many of the invading creatures had made it to the chain and were making their way up it. Defenders of all races had taken perch upon many of the chain's links and were attempting to turn back the onslaught of climbing invaders. Many of those defenders were great warriors, clad in golden plate armor. And yet, the invaders continued to climb.
Eventually, the vision shifted again, and I could see the area near the citadel, where the chain was anchored to the floating chunk of ground. There stood more of the warriors clad with golden armor who shot exploding arrows into any of the invading creatures that reached the top of the chain. Behind those warriors, powerful wizards worked their art, sending bolts of lightning and their own fiery explosions into the relentless enemies.
From here, I could see the top spire of the citadel, from which a beacon shone brilliantly, clearly visible even during the brightest hours of a cloudless day. Surrounding that were four large turrets, which fired it's ammunition into the clusters of gathering enemies. Above each turret, an orb about the size of a stagecoach hovered, crackling with lightning. If any enemy approached too close by air, one of these orbs would let loose a bolt of lightning which would turn the the flying invader to ash.
I cannot begin to fathom the kind of power that would be required to actually maintain the defenses I saw in this vision, and find it hard to believe that so much power exists in our world. I again find myself wondering whether these visions are of the past, omens of the future, or something else completely.
After I observed this battle, my vision changed again and I found myself once again on the earth. The citadel spire was destroyed, and the whole floating fortress and the rock it was standing upon came crashing to the ground with much force. There was a bright flash of blue and a swirling blue vortex was formed. The vortex itself seemed to be made of water, and creatures that also seemed to be made of water rushed forth from it. These new invaders joined the battle and soon the defenders of this world found their numbers quickly dwindling.
After some time, the vortex collapsed and the water that made it up splashed to the ground, only to quickly form a forty foot tall tidal wave. A gigantic face with azure eyes formed in the leading wall of this great wave. It spoke with a booming voice. "Finally, the Lord of Elemental Water has found a way into the material plane and the world of Faerûn. I am here to rule!" With that, a giant arm made of water extended from the tidal wave, holding a massive trident in its hand. The arm struck the ground with the trident and watery mud-like creatures began to emerge from the ground everywhere. These creatures were around fifteen feet tall and enveloped everyone on the battle field, smothering and drowning them.
At that point, I awoke gasping and sputtering, as if I was one of those being suffocated by those massive creatures. I performed my morning exercises to clear my mind of these visions and focus on the business of the day. Once that was done, I put out the remnants of my fire, packed my gear, and resumed my travels. I reached the beaten path that leads to the northern edge of the Troll Mountains by mid-day without incident, though I kept constant vigil.
I chose to keep ten feet between myself and the actual path as I followed it to the mountains. It led me directly to a cave entrance. I carefully made my way into the cave. As I explored the cave, I began to run into what I believe were fire beetles. Except these fire beetles were as big as I am. I realize I'm a small halfling, but normally even I seem like a colossus when compared to a typical fire beetle. These creatures were definitely out for blood, so I found myself dispatching them with a combination of thrusts from my shortsword and martial arts blows. Eventually, I found and destroyed a couple of clusters of eggs and discovered that these creatures were feeding human flesh to their larval young. Fortunately, those watching over the egg clusters and larvae did not notice me, so I was able to kill more than a few of them with my sling before having to switch to up-close combat. I destroyed the larvae and the eggs once their guardians were gone.
I eventually found a tunnel that led upwards, I followed it and ran into an even larger beetle and what I assume was a queen in a chamber beyond it. The beetle in the tunnel was a bit stronger than the others in addition to being larger, so it took a few more blows to end its life. That left only the queen and the eggs she had just laid in her chamber.
I admit that this is the point where I made a grave error in judgement, and am fortunate that error did not end my life. The queen was too large to leave her chamber and I could have easily dispatched her with my sling from a distance where she could not have fought back. However, I decided to face her in face-to-face combat. She turned out to be far more powerful and harder to kill than any of her offspring, and she nearly ended my life a few times. If it hadn't been for my now nearly-depleted collection of potions, I would be dead for sure. I was eventually able to wound her enough that she succumbed and gave up her life, however. I set about to destroying the rest of the eggs she had laid. I'm hoping this will put an end to the attacks and carnage that Monty told me two nights ago. I don't know if there are any other lairs where more of these creatures live, but I cannot seek them out.
In my weakened state, I looked around for the artifact that Lakmere had told me about. I eventually noticed a dull red gemstone with three white stripes embedded in the head of the queen beetle. I do not know if this is the artifact that the wizard referred to, but I pried it loose and brought it with me. I was too tired to look for anything else, so I made my way back out of the cave and up to the trade route again.
I found this campsite. The fire was already going. I called out to see if anyone was nearby, but got no answer. I do not know who lit the fire, but I am too tired and weak to question it. So I gathered some more brush to make sure I can keep the fire going for the night and sat down to write this account.
I find myself wondering if I need to return to the cave in the morning to verify that there is no other artifact that I missed, though I am inclined to merely start my journey back. I feel like I need more answers. Plus, I would like to discover if I can find news of Bleak, the man who attacked me under some sort of enchantment my first day out from Berdusk.
I will have to decide if I am returning directly to Berdusk or making a trip to the monastery first. I see good arguments for both choices. I would like to find out what happened with Bleak as soon as possible, which suggests Berdust would make a good destination. And yet, I feel like seeking counsel about my dreams and their potential meanings is also of high importance, which means going to the monastery. Besides, if I am going to renew my supply of healing potions, going to the monastery would allow me to collect some giant lotus petals that I could then use to get the money I need. I am leaning toward going to the monastery, but will make my final decision in the morning when I my head will hopefully be clearer.
Callum Tenpenny
A writing project based on a single-player D&D campaign.
Day 3
I had strange dreams again last night. Again, they involved powerful and evil creatures that led vast and horrible armies. This time however, two creatures seemed to rule over them all as if a king and queen. I could not make out what race or species they might be, merely their respective sex. The male wore an obsidian gauntlet on his left hand. It had a blood red gem on the back of the the hand. From that gem, veins ran out through the rest of gauntlet, connecting the gem to divets, which seemed to be crafted to hold, other, smaller gems. Had there been any gems in the divets, it seemed as though power would have flowed from the massive gem to the lesser ones along the criss-crossing veins.
His queen was equally terrible and wore a nearly identical gauntlet on her right hand, though it was made of an alabaster material and had a deep blue (possibly sapphire) gemstone.
The couple spoke to one another and what I now believe to be the generals of their armies in a language I do not recognize, yet I was somehow able to understand them. They mentioned something about a great war and the fall of the elemental anchors in the material plane. At that point, the king turned aside and seemed to look directly at me. He pointed in my direction and I was awoken when a stone that had managed to get into the fire popped from being overheated.
These dreams confuse and worry me. Who or what are these creatures? Am I seeing visions of some past great conquest? Or are these omens of some terrible events to come? I hope they're the former, because I shudder to think that such horrible creatures bent on destruction live in our beautiful world. There may be suffering and even political problems here, but nothing like what I've been seeing in these dreams.
The mention of elemental anchors has me curious. I feel as if that is something I should ask someone with some knowledge of wizardry about. I could ask Lakmere, though I'm a bit hesitant to become too reliant on hims for information at this time. I know that some members of the Order have done much research into the history of the magical arts and even the politics of wizardry. I may seek to consult with them instead.
Once I did my morning exercises to clear my mind and focus my ki, I packed up my gear. Monty and Grisella had already vacated the campsite, but they were kind enough to leave me enough smoked fox meat to extend my rations by a few days. I'm still so full from the meal I shared with them that I haven't eaten at all today.
Today's travels were uneventful and I eventually made camp again. I have no companions to share this fire with, so I am left to my own thoughts. I estimate that I should reach the Troll Mountains sometime tomorrow, so I shall have to keep on my guard from here on out, I think.
His queen was equally terrible and wore a nearly identical gauntlet on her right hand, though it was made of an alabaster material and had a deep blue (possibly sapphire) gemstone.
The couple spoke to one another and what I now believe to be the generals of their armies in a language I do not recognize, yet I was somehow able to understand them. They mentioned something about a great war and the fall of the elemental anchors in the material plane. At that point, the king turned aside and seemed to look directly at me. He pointed in my direction and I was awoken when a stone that had managed to get into the fire popped from being overheated.
These dreams confuse and worry me. Who or what are these creatures? Am I seeing visions of some past great conquest? Or are these omens of some terrible events to come? I hope they're the former, because I shudder to think that such horrible creatures bent on destruction live in our beautiful world. There may be suffering and even political problems here, but nothing like what I've been seeing in these dreams.
The mention of elemental anchors has me curious. I feel as if that is something I should ask someone with some knowledge of wizardry about. I could ask Lakmere, though I'm a bit hesitant to become too reliant on hims for information at this time. I know that some members of the Order have done much research into the history of the magical arts and even the politics of wizardry. I may seek to consult with them instead.
Once I did my morning exercises to clear my mind and focus my ki, I packed up my gear. Monty and Grisella had already vacated the campsite, but they were kind enough to leave me enough smoked fox meat to extend my rations by a few days. I'm still so full from the meal I shared with them that I haven't eaten at all today.
Today's travels were uneventful and I eventually made camp again. I have no companions to share this fire with, so I am left to my own thoughts. I estimate that I should reach the Troll Mountains sometime tomorrow, so I shall have to keep on my guard from here on out, I think.
Day 2
I had extremely strange dreams last night. I'm not sure whether it was a series of dreams or a single dream that went on forever. Either way, my dreams were filled with vast and terrible armies being led by strange creatures with the strongest and darkest auras I have ever seen. Each of these creatures that led an army had a ring, each with a brightly glowing gemstone of a different color. It was these rings' power that seemed to enable them to hold such vast armies in their thrall. Each creature seemed to have their lair in some sort of terrible wasteland, though these wastelands were vastly different from one another.
I'm not normally one to put much stock in dreams, but these visions seemed to be so vivid and intense that I find it hard to put them out of my mind. I know that Master Jensen has mentioned that it'ss possible to receive or even summon visions when one's ki is sufficiently aligned. He's even encouraged me to speak with Master Keyleth about getting training toward that end. I mean no disrespect to Master Keyleth, but I find her interest in the more mystical side of our Order a bit too much for myself. I appreciate the focus, self-discipline, and lightning-quick reflexes I get from working with my ki, but I'm not sure I'm looking for any sort of supernatural or spiritual experience.
And yet, if these dreams continue, it may be wise and even necessary to speak to and learn from Master Keyleth and the other elven members of the Order.
Today itself was mostly uneventful. I woke up to a relatively peaceful afternoon, performed my morning exercises, ate a small breakfast, packed up my gear, and got back on the road. Traveling was pleasant and uneventful beyond coming across a fellow traveler every now and then. The occasional nod or word of acknowledgement was exchanged, but everyone was mostly too busy with their own business to stop for pleasantries. I found myself wondering if anyone I saw stopped to even acknowledge a given moment, let alone enjoy it. After spending the last ten-plus years in the monastery, I find I can no longer comprehend such a life devoid of mindfulness.
As evening drew close, I found a campsite that already had a couple -- a husband and wife -- set up. I stopped and introduced myself, originally intending to only exchange any news of the road ahead, but the man invited me to stay and have dinner with them. He had prepared some game -- he indicated it was fox -- and steamed vegetables. Once I confirmed that they had more than enough to spare -- I did not wish to make anyone go without when I have perfectly good rations I can live comfortably on -- I accepted. The food was quite good.
The man's name was Montahue -- Monty for short -- and his wife was named Grisella. They are a food vendor and seamstress respectively, headed for Baldur's Gate. Monty shared with me a bag of his roasted walnuts, which were seasoned to be both salty and sweet, with just a hint of fire to them. Monty calls them "Monty's Munchies" and they are sure to be a hit in Baldur's Gate. He was kind enough to let me have a bag for free provided I agreed to promote their name and his shop to anyone I share them with. I will most likely share them with any children I meet in my travels, as I think children would enjoy them. I'm not sure that will get Monty much business, but I will be sure to share the information anyway.
Since my camping companions came from the south, they were able to give me news of potential trouble ahead. It seems that giant beetle-like creatures are coming out of the Troll Mountains and randomly attacking travelers and caravans on the road. Monty says that there are rumors that two dwarven smiths and their caravan got attacked and at least one of them was even carried off. The rumors also say that a rescue party went into the mountains and were never seen again.
I find myself wondering if these creatures are at all related to the creatures that Lakmere said live in the cave that contains the artifact I'm searching for. At any rate, I will have to keep an eye out as I get closer to the Troll Mountains. It would be unfortunate to get caught unaware by such an attack.
As I finish this entry, the only light that remains is from our shared campfire. I should put one more log on the fire and retire for the night. Tomorrow will be another long day of traveling.
I'm not normally one to put much stock in dreams, but these visions seemed to be so vivid and intense that I find it hard to put them out of my mind. I know that Master Jensen has mentioned that it'ss possible to receive or even summon visions when one's ki is sufficiently aligned. He's even encouraged me to speak with Master Keyleth about getting training toward that end. I mean no disrespect to Master Keyleth, but I find her interest in the more mystical side of our Order a bit too much for myself. I appreciate the focus, self-discipline, and lightning-quick reflexes I get from working with my ki, but I'm not sure I'm looking for any sort of supernatural or spiritual experience.
And yet, if these dreams continue, it may be wise and even necessary to speak to and learn from Master Keyleth and the other elven members of the Order.
Today itself was mostly uneventful. I woke up to a relatively peaceful afternoon, performed my morning exercises, ate a small breakfast, packed up my gear, and got back on the road. Traveling was pleasant and uneventful beyond coming across a fellow traveler every now and then. The occasional nod or word of acknowledgement was exchanged, but everyone was mostly too busy with their own business to stop for pleasantries. I found myself wondering if anyone I saw stopped to even acknowledge a given moment, let alone enjoy it. After spending the last ten-plus years in the monastery, I find I can no longer comprehend such a life devoid of mindfulness.
As evening drew close, I found a campsite that already had a couple -- a husband and wife -- set up. I stopped and introduced myself, originally intending to only exchange any news of the road ahead, but the man invited me to stay and have dinner with them. He had prepared some game -- he indicated it was fox -- and steamed vegetables. Once I confirmed that they had more than enough to spare -- I did not wish to make anyone go without when I have perfectly good rations I can live comfortably on -- I accepted. The food was quite good.
The man's name was Montahue -- Monty for short -- and his wife was named Grisella. They are a food vendor and seamstress respectively, headed for Baldur's Gate. Monty shared with me a bag of his roasted walnuts, which were seasoned to be both salty and sweet, with just a hint of fire to them. Monty calls them "Monty's Munchies" and they are sure to be a hit in Baldur's Gate. He was kind enough to let me have a bag for free provided I agreed to promote their name and his shop to anyone I share them with. I will most likely share them with any children I meet in my travels, as I think children would enjoy them. I'm not sure that will get Monty much business, but I will be sure to share the information anyway.
Since my camping companions came from the south, they were able to give me news of potential trouble ahead. It seems that giant beetle-like creatures are coming out of the Troll Mountains and randomly attacking travelers and caravans on the road. Monty says that there are rumors that two dwarven smiths and their caravan got attacked and at least one of them was even carried off. The rumors also say that a rescue party went into the mountains and were never seen again.
I find myself wondering if these creatures are at all related to the creatures that Lakmere said live in the cave that contains the artifact I'm searching for. At any rate, I will have to keep an eye out as I get closer to the Troll Mountains. It would be unfortunate to get caught unaware by such an attack.
As I finish this entry, the only light that remains is from our shared campfire. I should put one more log on the fire and retire for the night. Tomorrow will be another long day of traveling.
Day 1
I could not have imagined that my first day journeying beyond the monastery walls would be quite so eventful. After receiving the blessing of High Master Cadman and exchanging goodbyes with my mentor, Master Jensen, I headed for the town of Berdust. There, I visited the home of a wizard named Lakmere, who had helped Master Jensen to locate documents and artifacts for the Great Collection of our order in the past. He mentioned that there was an artifact I might seek out, but suggested I should test my mettle first, so he told me of a different artifact that is hidden in a cave in the Troll Mountains. I find myself wondering just how many artifacts he knows about and how. I understand that wizards spend a great deal of time in study, but I thought they mostly studied the arcane arts. Do such studies simply lead to repositories of items of historical significance as well?
As I was leaving Lakmere’s home, I noticed a jar with a certain symbol on it. I recall seeing this symbol before and recognize it as a symbol associated with necromancy. I find it curious and wonder why Lakmere would have an item with markings associated with such a forbidden art. I realize that while the practice of necromancy itself is outlawed, possessing items associated with it and learning about it is not illegal. Still, the whole thing has disturbed me. The next time I am able to access the Library, I will have to look up this symbol and learn more about it, such as its precise meaning and use in the forbidden art. Hopefully, that will either alleviate my concerns or prove them justified.
After gathering some supplies I had overlooked, I then began my journey south to the Troll Mountains. I had been hoping for an uneventful day of walking, but I was followed by a human who attacked me when I confronted him. It appears that he had been under some sort of magical control, which broke after I landed a few solid blows to his torso. The poor man did not remember anything that had happened after whatever enchantment was over him had broken. He told me his name was Bleak and I sent him back to Berdust after making sure his wounds would not claim his life before he arrived. I felt somewhat bad for him once I realized he was not in control of his own actions when he attacked me. I find myself wondering if I should use less lethal means against my opponents. I wonder what Master Jensen would say to that.
I traveled until the light had faded to a point where my vision was going to start failing me, then made this camp I hope to get at least a few hours sleep before I resume my journey southward.
One final mystery -- of a personal nature -- is also on my mind. Before I left the monastery this morning, Master Jensen gave me a pure gold pendant and told me that I had it with me when he found me and brought me to the monastery roughly fourteen years ago. I do not remember having it, but I admit that I remember very little from before I was eight. I have mostly tried to purge the memories of my year as a slave between my seventh and eighth birthdays from my mind.
The pendant leaves me with questions, though. It has a family crest on it. I cannot place the family’s name, but I recall reading about them. That bloodline has a long history of deals with devils and other insidious dealings. How did I come to possess such an heirloom, though? While I think my parents are awful for selling me into slavery, I find it hard to believe that they were part of such a horrible heritage. Plus, they sold me into slavery to get out of a debt. Surely they would have sold this pendant instead. Wouldn’t they? Perhaps it was the property of my former owner, Bjorg. I could believe that I stole it from him while being forced to serve him. Little acts of defiance like that were how I survived that whole ordeal.
I shall have to think more on all of these mysteries, but I will not solve them by the light of this campfire, it is time rest my body and rejuvenate my soul. These thoughts will wait until morning.
As I was leaving Lakmere’s home, I noticed a jar with a certain symbol on it. I recall seeing this symbol before and recognize it as a symbol associated with necromancy. I find it curious and wonder why Lakmere would have an item with markings associated with such a forbidden art. I realize that while the practice of necromancy itself is outlawed, possessing items associated with it and learning about it is not illegal. Still, the whole thing has disturbed me. The next time I am able to access the Library, I will have to look up this symbol and learn more about it, such as its precise meaning and use in the forbidden art. Hopefully, that will either alleviate my concerns or prove them justified.
After gathering some supplies I had overlooked, I then began my journey south to the Troll Mountains. I had been hoping for an uneventful day of walking, but I was followed by a human who attacked me when I confronted him. It appears that he had been under some sort of magical control, which broke after I landed a few solid blows to his torso. The poor man did not remember anything that had happened after whatever enchantment was over him had broken. He told me his name was Bleak and I sent him back to Berdust after making sure his wounds would not claim his life before he arrived. I felt somewhat bad for him once I realized he was not in control of his own actions when he attacked me. I find myself wondering if I should use less lethal means against my opponents. I wonder what Master Jensen would say to that.
I traveled until the light had faded to a point where my vision was going to start failing me, then made this camp I hope to get at least a few hours sleep before I resume my journey southward.
One final mystery -- of a personal nature -- is also on my mind. Before I left the monastery this morning, Master Jensen gave me a pure gold pendant and told me that I had it with me when he found me and brought me to the monastery roughly fourteen years ago. I do not remember having it, but I admit that I remember very little from before I was eight. I have mostly tried to purge the memories of my year as a slave between my seventh and eighth birthdays from my mind.
The pendant leaves me with questions, though. It has a family crest on it. I cannot place the family’s name, but I recall reading about them. That bloodline has a long history of deals with devils and other insidious dealings. How did I come to possess such an heirloom, though? While I think my parents are awful for selling me into slavery, I find it hard to believe that they were part of such a horrible heritage. Plus, they sold me into slavery to get out of a debt. Surely they would have sold this pendant instead. Wouldn’t they? Perhaps it was the property of my former owner, Bjorg. I could believe that I stole it from him while being forced to serve him. Little acts of defiance like that were how I survived that whole ordeal.
I shall have to think more on all of these mysteries, but I will not solve them by the light of this campfire, it is time rest my body and rejuvenate my soul. These thoughts will wait until morning.
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