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Post by Gerhard on Mar 25, 2022 11:06:30 GMT
It was on the seventh day that I returned to my old coping mechanism: throwing myself deep into work.
The first day was filled with longing, a craving to return to The Staircase and it’s infinite doors to worlds unseen. The second day, in turn, was filled with dread that the longing would come back; that I would fall under the thrall of Mister forever.
With the dawn of the third day, the dread turned to guilt: I was free, and Henri was not. The fourth day was spent pleading that The Call would hum once more, and that I could be taken away from here forever.
The fifth and six were like any other. I hadn’t reached the point of acceptance; or if I had, it was accepting that there are many things in this world outside of our control, and that I had best control the things I could.
Which is why I found myself at Daring Academy, notes in hand. No more adventuring, at least for now. What was once a quick way to easy money now seemed irresponsible. I had found a purpose once more.
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The planar researchers at Daring Academy seemed very pleased with the notes that I brought them, taken during my travels through the planes in the weeks before. From Thuldanin to Krigala to Dis, my notes covered “the road less travelled”. I spent my days transcribing them into tomes and updating maps, lingering on the records of Dis and where my confrontation with Mister was held.
The rooms of the Academy reminded me of the days working in the museum back in Faêrun. Maybe some day, I will return to them.
Gerhard receives a comfortable lifestyle and 25 gp
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