Ocean's Devil, Endurance, Swords to Heavens

Third entry in the journal of Wil Frozendagger

Endure.

Endure, dear child, for your trials won’t last forever,

For your efforts will not go unrewarded,

For you shall shine and be remembered,

For the stars shall light the path for you,

And the sun will seem mere embers,

For your rightful place is there for you,

And the hall awaits its new member,

All you desire, you shall have dear child,

But first you must endure.



Poetry is a new one for me, I’m more of a spoken word sort, but I gave it a shot anyway. Call it training.

Speaking of, I quickly realised that charging into the Feywild underpowered and underprepared was a very very easy way to get myself killed. Again. Simple truth is I need to be stronger, tougher, and better.

A month or so back I had met the half-orc Mystigon on a mission to K’Ul Goran, and during that time I guess he took some sort of a shine to me? After that whole mess he told me that if I needed any training to meet him in his super secret patch of land or whatever, and I kind of put it to one side.

Okay, you know what? I’ll just say it. He’s a fucking weirdo. Okay, the guy immediately tunnel visioned on me when we first met, it was like he was telekinetically attracted or something! Like jeez, I felt less uncomfortable when I saw Taz make out with a frog (I’ll be writing about that too one day don’t worry)! I don’t know, that kind of strange interest is really strange to me. Chill out man.

I’d planned on ignoring the guy but after recent events I realised that I could kinda do with the training, because while I can dish out the damage real easy, I don’t take it too well.

And he agreed to train me up. It’s funny, nobody tells you how hard it is to walk around in armour all day, and casting spells? My somatics are all over the place, it’s ridiculous! Blocking with a shield is also way more intensive than I had realised.

Still, it does feel bittersweet when I consider that these were the kinds of things that I should have done ages ago with my father or my brother. Well, I finally got round to it guys. I’ll see if I can teach my new cousins some things, and when I get to where you are I’ll finally show you what I’m made of.

There was a big commotion in town the other day when we went to get me measured for custom armour, and boy, I kinda fucked everything uuuuuuuuuup.

We told Menace that stupid fucking cleaver was no good for anyone and he just couldn’t let it alone could he? He managed to get a revenant on his arse and straight up died to it, the idiot, and yet some of my other friends were still going to get him revived. Mystigon removed the curse after he came back, but Menace definitely did seem shaken up. I hope he learned his goddamned lesson.

I told Mystigon the original story of how I encountered the cleaver and he was not happy, not at all. I get it and all but at the same time, we told the guy it was bad news, that it was necromantic and evil, but like, my hands were tied. I didn’t want to touch that thing and breaking curses is not my department, and I was banking on everyone alongside me to be responsible enough to stay away from it. He gave me extra pushups, as if his training regime wasn’t ridiculous enough as is. Everything hurts by the way, thought you should know.

I think he’s drinking or something now, and here I am, practicing my writing. I’m thinking I should maybe go into town and perform at the Seashank, try and see how the whole bard thing works. We’ll see.

Forever are we glorious,

Wil Frozendagger