Fronslin
Good
Godsend, 30th of Snowdown, 2309
Been a while since I wrote an entry. Riseport’s going well. I feel guilty whenever I bust out my magic. But I take pride in my work here. I believe I will remain in this cult for a while. Aiding them in making some of the harder to make equipment.
It’s been nice to take my mind off of what has happened with Magic. I still practice at night. But I’m different. Most of my spells are like twisted mirrors, Familiar yet very differing in theiir applications. I’ve yet to figure out all I can do but Using it feels.. More sporting
Valtae’s made me some nice robes with the same appeal of my Primary faith Stars litter it and I feel.. Well Like a pretty stranger. It’s giddy and It feels a little jarring to put so much faith in the cloth she’s woven for me.
We’ve been doing good work here, And while there are troubles like there are everywhere. I am thankful that they are new and exciting. These jungles are unknown to me.
I still have been paying homage to other faiths in the form of offerings and aid. But I think ensuring the hunters are properly prepared for anything is important. I’ve been making a bit of scratch thankfully but moving here was never about that first.
It was about making sure when I go to bed at night, That I could sleep well knowing it’s likely the weapons I make for them will see sporting use.
That’s something that comes up alot here and while I don’t expect my kids to take to it, It would be nice if they could live in peace with it.
More often than not it feels like my works are what give me purpose. What ties me down and makes sure I don’t fly off the handle and do something stupid.
I was doing pretty good until very recently. I think gut reactions are something I should trust more again.
Storm is set to join us all once his term ends. He’s been a major comfort lately and while he isn’t the best talker I have faith in his skills. Some days we’ll work outside and just make holy tools.
I.. still don’t know why he revoked his blessing. I believe I was the one who suggested he seek it out. But he’s made the call to stand by me. Personally I think it was a knee jerk reaction.
Hasn’t told me about any curse on him. But our recent hunt went well.
It is generally unsafe here, with our numbers being the only thing we can fall back on. I believe once safety returns to here, I will seek out a place to make a sanctum and house those I trust. For aims of Magic and the Theodrans. I believe I can trust most of them, but I don’t spend every waking moment with all of them. It’s hard to know if they have any issues that we need to sort out.
I am still wary of candlewood. And often feel like I can do work better, Albeit slower alone. Storm and elwin have been helping me with my workload, and if people knew the pile of weaponry that I’m sleeping on they’d probably get nervous.
It will only grow with the passing of time. And in the event of my death, final or otherwise I think I can be content that they will have options at their disposal.
Every little bit helps as they say.
There is a push to take down these effigies that the skraggites lay down. Over time they raise the presence of undead in an area. I have tools to both detect and take them down and If I find out who is putting them down I believe there will be no time to talk.
I am eager for a win after the heartbreak of what happened to linistel.Though I will not be hunting any vyres unless needed. I believe I still need more time before I face other people in open combat again.
That and while I am content to look the other way regarding them.. I feel this.. Maddening anger welled up in me. I’m thankful there is no one in my life to foster this hate. Though this disdain is usually more widespread to anyone who is dense enough to not see the bigger picture of what’s at play. I want all of them to rest forever. Those who come back can be left alone until the following years where they just do the same thing again.
It’s tiring. And at least here, I can plan contingencies and not act on those worse impulses.
I think I just need space. A few decades alone with family- preferably after Linistels recovery could probably help make sure I have it.
A crafty mage left alone to their own devices sounds like the plot to a novel.
Been a while since I wrote an entry. Riseport’s going well. I feel guilty whenever I bust out my magic. But I take pride in my work here. I believe I will remain in this cult for a while. Aiding them in making some of the harder to make equipment.
It’s been nice to take my mind off of what has happened with Magic. I still practice at night. But I’m different. Most of my spells are like twisted mirrors, Familiar yet very differing in theiir applications. I’ve yet to figure out all I can do but Using it feels.. More sporting
Valtae’s made me some nice robes with the same appeal of my Primary faith Stars litter it and I feel.. Well Like a pretty stranger. It’s giddy and It feels a little jarring to put so much faith in the cloth she’s woven for me.
We’ve been doing good work here, And while there are troubles like there are everywhere. I am thankful that they are new and exciting. These jungles are unknown to me.
I still have been paying homage to other faiths in the form of offerings and aid. But I think ensuring the hunters are properly prepared for anything is important. I’ve been making a bit of scratch thankfully but moving here was never about that first.
It was about making sure when I go to bed at night, That I could sleep well knowing it’s likely the weapons I make for them will see sporting use.
That’s something that comes up alot here and while I don’t expect my kids to take to it, It would be nice if they could live in peace with it.
More often than not it feels like my works are what give me purpose. What ties me down and makes sure I don’t fly off the handle and do something stupid.
I was doing pretty good until very recently. I think gut reactions are something I should trust more again.
Storm is set to join us all once his term ends. He’s been a major comfort lately and while he isn’t the best talker I have faith in his skills. Some days we’ll work outside and just make holy tools.
I.. still don’t know why he revoked his blessing. I believe I was the one who suggested he seek it out. But he’s made the call to stand by me. Personally I think it was a knee jerk reaction.
Hasn’t told me about any curse on him. But our recent hunt went well.
It is generally unsafe here, with our numbers being the only thing we can fall back on. I believe once safety returns to here, I will seek out a place to make a sanctum and house those I trust. For aims of Magic and the Theodrans. I believe I can trust most of them, but I don’t spend every waking moment with all of them. It’s hard to know if they have any issues that we need to sort out.
I am still wary of candlewood. And often feel like I can do work better, Albeit slower alone. Storm and elwin have been helping me with my workload, and if people knew the pile of weaponry that I’m sleeping on they’d probably get nervous.
It will only grow with the passing of time. And in the event of my death, final or otherwise I think I can be content that they will have options at their disposal.
Every little bit helps as they say.
There is a push to take down these effigies that the skraggites lay down. Over time they raise the presence of undead in an area. I have tools to both detect and take them down and If I find out who is putting them down I believe there will be no time to talk.
I am eager for a win after the heartbreak of what happened to linistel.Though I will not be hunting any vyres unless needed. I believe I still need more time before I face other people in open combat again.
That and while I am content to look the other way regarding them.. I feel this.. Maddening anger welled up in me. I’m thankful there is no one in my life to foster this hate. Though this disdain is usually more widespread to anyone who is dense enough to not see the bigger picture of what’s at play. I want all of them to rest forever. Those who come back can be left alone until the following years where they just do the same thing again.
It’s tiring. And at least here, I can plan contingencies and not act on those worse impulses.
I think I just need space. A few decades alone with family- preferably after Linistels recovery could probably help make sure I have it.
A crafty mage left alone to their own devices sounds like the plot to a novel.
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