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Journal Entry Number Fourteen

Leaving my room, I noticed a pile of books near the bar at the Caring Hope Inn. I was intrigued and in my search for a book that fancies me, instead I found a note that had writing on it which seemed familiar. The note baffled me, and it had a few details regarding our trip to the backwater town of Folly. I immediately sought companions that may accompany me to the location as stated in the note. Eventually the group didn’t find any clues so as to unravel the mysteries that surrounded that town, so we all decided to just wait until more information surfaces.

I stayed behind to help Azaionna, Marec, and Kenelm in their suicidal attempt to persuade the goblins near Hlint. It amuses me how Azaionna still tried to reason with the goblin even when it’s already trying to stab her; such foolish dedication. Goblin after goblin, she was only met with hostility. Luckily, Gladyus was inside the caverns, mining some Greenstone I suppose, and he decided to lend us a hand. The deeper we went inside, the more goblins we faced, and eventually we were overwhelmed. While luring a few goblins in to ambush, someone rushed in and they were all swarmed. Luckily, Gladyus and I managed to escape the carnage. It amuses me how the female is so vigilant in her attempts for diplomacy, foolish, but still, it’s fascinating to see how far she’s willing to go, maybe even to the death.

Meeting with X and our new companion, Mandalorian, I felt a surge of magic within me, as if my blood was curdling. Trudging onwards, I felt as if the magic within me was becoming erratic, with it I continued casting spells on my companions and watched from the horizon as they wreaked death. Eventually, I realized that I have felt this feeling before, and that I’ve always dealt with it by meditating and playing with the Al’Noth. Leaving a trail of death, we felled Bugbears, Umber Hulks, and mercenaries all across Mistone. I could not take it anymore, and we all decided to part ways. On top of a hill in Haven, far from the sight of commoners, I meditated and honed my magic. My magic grew as if the collective emotions I’ve kept triggered something and amplified my magic just like before, and with that I was able to cast a new spell. Pleased with myself, I tested my new arsenal of spells, for now I will exercise restraint and use more protective spells to help my companions, that way they won’t die as fast.