A Conjurer's Journal



  • Since I happened to lose my last journal during my travels here, I shall start anew with this one.

    Entry 1:

    I arrived in the town of Jiyyd. This town seems normal enough, though it looks poor. All I can see here are farmers and run down houses and such. The inn even has a "unique" name: The Regal Whore Inn. I dont believe I will fit in here.

    Entry 2:

    As I have been sitting in Jiyyd, I have met some interesting people. It appears that many adventurers flock to this town. I do not know why they do, but soon I would find out. It appears the orcs and apparently the undead attack the town often. It has frightened me, I admit. I planned to travel on, though I was curious as to why the undead are attacking the town. Why? It is just a farmer town with no real value that I can see. Investigating this will prove to be a challenge.

    Entry 3:

    Nothing new on the undead. It appears there was only one attack since I arrived and have stopped since. Still, it is curious.

    Entry 4:

    I travelled around some, which may have been foolish on my part. I was alone and did not know of the dangers beyond the gates. The hobgoblins along the road were quite brutal. Though, I managed to call aid using my magic and travelled the road unharmed. Eventually, I arrived at the town of Norwick. It appeared to be another farmer town, though it was more wealthy. Feeling more at home, I stayed a few weeks. During these weeks, I met someone that sticks to my memory. A barbarian woman, by the name of Ragnhild. She speaks a language I have not heard and I plan on learning it. I do hope she can teach me herself. Aside from her language is her behavior, which is unique. She seems to love the hunt. I saw her smear the blood of a fallen goblin she had killed onto her face. She also seems afraid of my magic or hates it, which I cannot tell. She makes warding gestures almost every time I cast a spell. I wish she did not do so, I might convince that not all magic is evil, if that is what she believes. She facinates me, though I do not know why. She is, after all, just a barbarian woman.



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