We have had many battles. This place is crawling with the minions of death. May I be a vessel of the light of Lord Pelor in this place of darkness. I have been gifted with new powers, much like the prayers of a Cleric, yet not the same - for I do not receive them through prayer and preparation, but rather seem to call on them as need demands. I simply... know... how to do so. Pelor guides me. Always the light is in my mind. May I serve well.
***
Alas! Today Ryan died bravely against a black-clawed skeletal thing of horror. Too brief was his time with us. He led well. There is talk of returning to point of origin and asking to have him returned to life to rejoin us. I don't know if that is what he would have wanted to do, but it is not for me to speculate. Perhaps guidance will come on this matter. I fear we have also released one of the powers that rules this foul place - a shade trapped in a magic circle. Now due to our fighting, the circle is disrupted and it is free. It fled, returned to attack us, and then fled again. The vile and cowardly thing can float through walls. May we be able to stop it before it does more harm!
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There is more to all of this than meets the eye. I fear large forces are in motion, though I do not know what.
*A*
Sunday, March 1, 2009
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