3. Journal of Ozi agent of Mystra

Journal of Ozi agent of Mystra

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    Ozi sits by fire in Norwick writing in journal

    I was a lucky lad in my youth I was raised by a kind and loving family on a small farm where I learned to be loved and to love. My youth was filled with chores after more chores because farm life is a hard working life but rewarding. My childhood flew by along with my adolescence and into young adulthood and I was getting tired of farm life, I wanted adventure.

    So when a traveling minstrel troupe passed through our lands, staying over night, I took my chance; I left a small note for my loving parents saying it was my time to go and grow and be a man, and I was leaving with the troupe not to worry or fret for me. After following the minstrels to the Narfell town of Norwick, I left them having learned the skills of the rouges that were there.

    In Norwick, I found what I was looking for, the adventure I craved. And it was here I learned of the divine ways from Equinox, a devout follower of the Morninglord. I didn't identify well with the Morninglord, but I did find Mystra, my Lady of Mystery. I also was spending time with the Nar barbarians learning their ways of outdoor survival and harnessing your inner rage. Everything was going well till I had gotten some armor off of the Eastland Bandits that was far better than I could make or afford so, I chose to use it till I could do better for myself. This of course did not sit well with some in Norwick, so instead of being forced to leave, or being the cause of anymore strife, I was advised to seek company with the Gypsies, so I did. And lived in their peaceful setting for a time.

    It was in the camp that I heard rumor of a caravan headed to the City of Waterdeep so I joined on as scout and guard. The trip took many, many moons but was for the most part uneventful, and a bit of a disappointment really. Oh but Waterdeep was not disappointing at all, it was more adventure than I knew what to do with, and it was there that I met my fate so to speak.

    In Waterdeep, I was frequenting a inn full of adventurers and I learned of a powerful party that was going on an epic adventure into a portal of unimaginable riches, and powerful magic items. So of course this perked my ears up, but I knew I was not on the same skill level or circle of power as this group was, so I knew they would not have me. But I wanted to follow them anyway. So I was a fool and followed behind them, shadowing them never letting them detect me, keeping my distance, and making sure I was safe. They made it to the portal and bravely went through to confront whatever it was that had crossed them, and after they went through, I went as well. It was a horrible mistake.

    I don't know what plane that portal took us to, but the horror there was unimaginable and it was not a place for any sane person. I knew I was in deep, so I figured that my best bet to survive was to continue to shadow the powerful party I had followed so I did. I followed them through the foes minions as they hacked and blasted they're way to the reason they came to this god awful plane, only to watch as they were ripped apart, and they're souls were consumed by this tentacle faced giant outsider that they had come to stop from whatever awful purpose it posed.

    So alone I became, and scared beyond all thoughts, but a little voice whispered in the back of my mind. It was a sweet voice, unearthly and light, full of love, and it said to me that no you are not alone for you walk with me my love. So I did the only thing a adventurer can do in a situation like this…....I picked my head up and put my arse down on the ground and crawled away as quiet and as unseen as I could be not looking back at the horror behind me listening to the sweet voice of my goddess guiding me away from there and to a place I could escape another portal
    she knew the location of.

    Away from the beasts lair and with the guiding voice in my head I walked and walked for more time than can be remembered for on this plane. Food and thirst were naught, to the portal that the voice said would be there. I went through the portal and was in awesome relief, I knew I was back on Toril, I was home, but that is just the beginning of this story because a hundred and fifty years or so has past and nothing is the same.
    No more Sams hill.....Horbag has her restaurant....the gypsy camp is no more.... people that i used to know that are still here are very powerful...Loved ones are dead and forgotten... my life has turned upside down but....that's the adventure I asked for.......

    OOC: For Ozi about four years has gone by in his space timeline but in Torils time about one hundred and fifty years have passed for him.

    More to follow....

    (ok I have not written anything in 20 plus years but I went on rp spree with Elessar one night telling him this story and he convinced me to post it.
    as some of you here are very talented writters please feel free to offer pointers and advice for I wish to relearn the skill thank you your friend Ozzy)