*Lin'da sits in her house in Hempstead, by her desk, filling in the blank pages in her journal*
So much have happent since Ive last written in you. The research is coming along slowly, and the tedious enchanting process over and over is starting to get to me. I feel as if its a vice with no end. I understand the basics, and the fundemental of magic and spells. But its a diffrent matter when trying to seperate diffrent effects og spell and interlocking it with another. Without proper guidance and help, i feel that I will solve this problem. I'll keep trying no doubt, and I hope that I can figure out a solution to this light issue.
I happent to be near the strormcrest a few weeks ago, it seems alot of people had gathered there, so I decided to sit amongst them. A halfling came forward and told of a story of this priestess from Hlint needing assistance for finding a lost ring. The story moved most of us, and we promptly left for Hlint in a cart. There the priestess met us and told of us the story of her being robbed not a few days back, by a gang of thugs. We set out for silkwood and for their hideout to recover the ring. We were greeted less welcome than what I had imagined, and the struggle down was a test of will and faith among those we had with us. Many fell, repeatedly as we fought our way down into those dark corridors and trapfilled passages. My full skillls as a praticer of evocation were used, to burn and passify the enemy into oblivion. In the end we stoood victorious after I dont know how many hours of crawling. We found the bandits treasure, and a treasure it was. Hordes of gold stacked upon each other, and of course the priestess ring locked away in a chest, along with a piece of paper. It turned out this paper was part of a greater piece, ripped into 9 seperate pieces. It was told to be the most prized poem ever written, and was the envy of all the bards and poets in the lands. The Priestess asked us after this if we were willing to help her recover the missing 8 pieces and most of us agreed.
Not long after we sat in Stormcrest again, listening to song and enjoying ourselves, when the priestess came to us again. She askeds us to escort her into a cave in the silkwoods, where the she needed to do something. I didnt really listen to what it was, but as I had helped her before I joined her along with the rest of our group. It was not long after we had entered the cave system when hordes of beholders swarmed at us with thier tentacle eyes shooting beams at us. A few, but deciding spells later they were all dead. Some darkelves decieed to meddle with us, and they decided to charge us, after I had encouraged their weak flesh to do so. They were cut down in their dozen, and i enjoyed the combat as only a battle evoker can do, confusing and searing their darkflesh. Later on we came to a city where we had to endure a series of traps and riddles to met with a ghost of a long lost elf, named Tordian. We set him free or killed him, and returned to the Hlint again. On our way back the darkelves decided they wanted the priestess, but again their plans were foiled by our group. Without a warning Ally unleased hell on the darkelves, and as the following explosion consumed the area they stood in, our group charged in, ripping every last elf who still stood apart. We moved swiftly through the caves and disposed of the last of the darkelves and went for their leader, a female mage, but she managed to escape. I fear its not the last time we will see, but I'll make sure its the last. No words, no chat, no discussion, I'll outright kill her.
Enough is enough. I need to get back to my experiments, I got a promise to keep
