Post by Theo Wrathwing on Jun 17, 2019 22:58:47 GMT
The following accounts the record of:
Worth
an academic observation
by
Theo Wrathwing
I felt something course through me that I had never felt before. Power Portia. Power that I have only ever dreamed of before. A blast of energy escaped my hand and mowed down the bandits.
The other passengers looked at me as if I am somebody.
Portia I have never felt this before,
Yours always,
Theo.
Entry 401
Portia I am scared.
I don’t know what to do. My mind flits from possible solution onto possible solution and grasps nothing but ash. I feel as though everything I have poured myself into over the past four years has crumbled into dust.
I need to find out more about this thing that has tricked me. I need to find out everything I can about the Feywilds. My studies have been so bent toward the divine I am utterly at sea amongst the tricksters of the faerie plane.
Why do the Gods remain silent? On this, my most desperate day. What more can I do to prove myself to them?
To prove myself to you Portia?
I will either resolve through this or it will end me.
Why won’t the god’s speak? Why won’t you? What more can I do?
Yours always,
Theo
Entry 406
Portia I might have stumbled across something.
A cleric visited the Temple today. She was a warrior Portia. You should have seen her. Fearlessness was writ across her face like adventure across parchment. She told tales of those who had made pacts with the demigods of the Fey. Rumours that had been passed onto her. Whispers she had caught.
I am not the first this has happened to.
She spoke of a place where the walls between our realm and those of the Fey thin. I have a hope. A way to track down my trickster and perhaps free myself. And to finally get back to you.
Kantas. My mind now rests upon Kantas. Where the walls thin and futures start.
Yours always,
Theo
Entry 411
Portia it is the end of the third day of my journey toward Kantas.
The expedition will take a month I imagine. Strange things have started to happen though. Late on the second day of our journey a band of bandits attempted to waylay us. The sellswords we had employed to protect us soon disbanded.
All seemed lost.
Then I felt the chuckle.
And I mean felt it Portia. Not heard. Felt. Like it was in my bones. I knew it. As though the voice of a friend. It was the chuckle of the Fey trickster.
Portia I am scared.
I don’t know what to do. My mind flits from possible solution onto possible solution and grasps nothing but ash. I feel as though everything I have poured myself into over the past four years has crumbled into dust.
I need to find out more about this thing that has tricked me. I need to find out everything I can about the Feywilds. My studies have been so bent toward the divine I am utterly at sea amongst the tricksters of the faerie plane.
Why do the Gods remain silent? On this, my most desperate day. What more can I do to prove myself to them?
To prove myself to you Portia?
I will either resolve through this or it will end me.
Why won’t the god’s speak? Why won’t you? What more can I do?
Yours always,
Theo
Entry 406
Portia I might have stumbled across something.
A cleric visited the Temple today. She was a warrior Portia. You should have seen her. Fearlessness was writ across her face like adventure across parchment. She told tales of those who had made pacts with the demigods of the Fey. Rumours that had been passed onto her. Whispers she had caught.
I am not the first this has happened to.
She spoke of a place where the walls between our realm and those of the Fey thin. I have a hope. A way to track down my trickster and perhaps free myself. And to finally get back to you.
Kantas. My mind now rests upon Kantas. Where the walls thin and futures start.
Yours always,
Theo
Entry 411
Portia it is the end of the third day of my journey toward Kantas.
The expedition will take a month I imagine. Strange things have started to happen though. Late on the second day of our journey a band of bandits attempted to waylay us. The sellswords we had employed to protect us soon disbanded.
All seemed lost.
Then I felt the chuckle.
And I mean felt it Portia. Not heard. Felt. Like it was in my bones. I knew it. As though the voice of a friend. It was the chuckle of the Fey trickster.
I felt something course through me that I had never felt before. Power Portia. Power that I have only ever dreamed of before. A blast of energy escaped my hand and mowed down the bandits.
The other passengers looked at me as if I am somebody.
Portia I have never felt this before,
Yours always,
Theo.
