The Journal of Orlen Veth

Campaign: Verbobonc Dark

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Waking from a fog
I feel as if I have woken from some strange dream. Baldomero is a sacred emissary who can rescue men from the edge of death and transformed my beloved familiar into a wild boar.

Ming you are a wild boar. I don’t know if I should cry or laugh.

I remember so little after the cloister. Did we talk with Kilkennard as a crow? Did a Blue dragon electrify a whole town? And did an infernal demon from hell cast a ball of fire at me? There is no way, I allowed a walking dead man to strike me. And still, I am in this bed recently recovered from a darkness so deep it feels like days since I experienced the light.
I have begun to speak with the priest here. I am certain he has a secret to the power of Cuthbert, but it seems as if this power is a lazy gift given to the faithful for their blind obedience to the faith. It is an undisciplined and lazy path to power, and one that is not truly theirs. It takes not skill, discipline or grace. It is a gift given for obedience. Any fool can follow directions.

I can see danger in its application, but still I need to learn more.
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Where is Chiz
Now I am told that Chiz Linstone has gone missing. I was just beginning to tolerate the Dwarf at least I consider him far superior to the elves. Perhaps we can take up a quest to find him when I am well
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As I lay waiting
As, I lay here waiting to heal from my latest wounds, I am reminded of how things have changed. The thief has become Macross, the viper. Yes Ming, it is time I used his given name. After risking his own life with the cursed dagger to slay the werebeast, I must admit my debt to his courage and ingenuity. He has proven a valuable friend and colleague.

Yes! Yes! Yes! The monk has shown himself to be more than a tool to protect our hide. It was he that held the beast back with only a jo stick… locking the stick around its neck and holding its man-eating jaws at bay as it lay on top of me. It is monk and Bartholomew no more. He is Baldomero, sacred fist of Cuthbert.

How I wish I possessed their courage—their ability to inspire. I am in their debt.
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Brave Friends
Ming, I must say, I am humbled by Chiz charging forward battle axe in hand and grim determination on his face, the awe-inspiring bravery of Baldomero standing unarmed and attacking creatures with his bare hands, and Macross running across the battlefield delivering killing blows with saber and dagger. Even the Elf and human show little fear as they represent their gods on the field of battle. I am envious of all their courage. I was not blessed with such determination.

Of course, I could never share this envy with them, nor can I even speak their true names, lest they think they are equivalent. Our lot-- the lot of magic can be a lonely place.

I am afraid Ming, I can never be Killkennard, but as it is said:
“The wise man plays the coward, and a smart man the coward with brave friends.”
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A magical mistake again
Ming, I was certain I had discovered the secret to that spell. I thought I could control its effected area, but alas, I made a miscalculation and threatened the whole party again. It is now clear to me, there is no way to reduce the area of effect. I must be more careful, and spend more time studying. Our very lives may depend on my ability to master magic.
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Epic!
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