So stuff is real weird. Like reeeeeeally weird. We've gone into the home of a murdered mystic that's been taken over by an angry devil snake lady. She threw us in the basement and, I suspect, expected us to die there. We're not dead yet, instead we're fighting through a bewildering landscape of what looks like purposely incomplete artwork.
I'm not sure that I really should be, but I'm enjoying it. It's uncomplicated; my friends are here, we're all working together, we're fighting…
I'm glad you're alive again. Don't ask how I know. It's complicated.
I'm not sure how alive I'm going to be soon. There was a fight. Someone needed my power, he was a Paladin too. One of us needed to stay and fight to the end. One of us had to lead a retreat.
He stayed. I left. I gave him all the power I had left and he went to fight the giant snake monsters. I helped the townsfolk escape.
Don't go to Endamos. It's all snakes now.
All that power is gone and it's not coming back…
Remember Olive? So she's a prophet. Like a big deal Yolena style prophet. And I know it. And I've always known it but I didn't know. Like my whole reason for existing was to get her and a rock together and bring her to a place in the woods.
But now that's done. I don't know if I have a purpose anymore. Everything was so clear for a few moments when I was neck deep in shit and all my friends were dying around me, but when things calm down all that clarity disappears. It's like trying…
We just got Muse resurrected. It went about as well as can be expected. She's convinced that she's a demon and I'm no longer welcome in Ban Uldud fortress. I mean, I don't really like it there, but I kind of pissed off the lady in charge of the church. I think it was the right thing to do. I guess I'll find out in a couple of weeks if my throat gets slit.
Also, I got a horse. You'd like her. Her name is Maggie. She talks in my head.
Everything is fine,
I nearly executed a man today. Nobody else was going to do it and he'd done really bad things and even he knew that he should be executed. We were in a small town though and the people there are good people. Really good people and none of them were killers.
I thought that at least I would be able to make it quick and clean. He was accepting it with dignity, so I could at least give him that. I was going to do it too. Not the next day, but in like two seconds, and then
So stuff has gotten real weird. We went to a chunk of forest that's covered in demon slime and fought a mad sorcerer that was trying to summon something awful into a child. It was horrible and gross and dark and somebody died. Muse, our brave and very foolish companion died and I couldn't save her.
Worse than that, in the moment I thought that was right. We were underground fighting corrupted monsters and evil sorcerers and it was like I knew exactly what needed to be done, like I was…
We're waaaaay out in the Brindonwood. It's nice here except for all the leresse, which are kind of like man-eating four-eyed shark-jaguars. Other than that, it's lovely. Lots of very old trees. I think you'd like it.
In other news, people keep calling me a paladin. I think it's because my sword keeps blazing with holy light and people keep having their wounds close over when I touch them, but that could be for lots of reasons right? You know about magic and stuff. It's not true is it?…
Sooo, you know how I'm not at all magic? How I can't even talk to animals or make lights dance or anything at all?
Well this week I started being magic. I'm a little fuzzy on the details, but I'm pretty sure that I've finally spent enough time in the wild to get some nature powers like you. I still can't talk to animals, or maybe they just don't want to talk to me, yet. I'm not sure.
Mostly my magic seems related to healing people and making my sword glow and explode with thunder and…
Dimension hopping and irresponsible gifts
So I went to another plane of existence yesterday. It was very cold, like permanently frozen ocean cold, but there was this really cool flower. Wait, no it was a warm flower. I mean cool as in interesting and novel, not cold.
I'll try to be clearer.
There was a flower. It was magical. Or more, it is magical. It makes warmth and causes plants to grow all around it, regardless of soil conditions or weather. I thought you should have it.
I've left it with Dad until you have a chance to…
Tyrteus named me caravan leader today. I might have taken this as a compliment or some kind of honour, had he not done it immediately after dumping a corpse onto a local magistrate's parlour floor.
Don't worry, he didn't make the corpse. He just dug it up. Davion had one too. Their intentions were good, I guess. They're trying to root out the source of a local death dog problem, and these bodies seem related. It's just their methods are a little bit... abrupt. They sort of start with…