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PostSubject: journal of Aiauta    Fri Jul 13, 2018 8:16 pm

After learning all I can of the outside world from the books in the village some borrowed some in storage I made my way out of the desert. The question is which way do I go. To the east are elves to the west an old city called Tarsis. I choose to go west to see what I may find. being unsure of the elves culture. The village is far removed from other elves for longer than my lifespan. I might feel too alien to them.

Entering Tarsis I find strange dragon men not in the books of the village. I find they are called Draconians and that is all. I watch the goings about of people unsure of myself. I am directed to the old docks where beneath are boarded up tunnels. Skeletons attack me. I quickly grab a few things and run using a spell for fleeing.

Coming back I find the ladder I used to get over the wall is broken. For now I am stuck on the other side of the wall of the city. This is fine. The solitude is refreshing after all the many people of the city. They make me nervous there are too many in too small a space making me feel slightly agitated. I will sell what I have and travel again when getting out of this predicament for there seems to be no teacher here to aid me. My first task is to find a teacher so that I will not become a renegade as the books read. I must find this teacher and take a test at a tower.

On Tarsis: It is a large place filled with people. There is a hall of justice. Traders circled around a market square. and an inn called the Red dragon or something similar. There is a dried up old dockyard and there are undead underneath the docks. There is also a bounty hunter outside the gates that will pay for skeleton knuckles or the ears of fugitives.


During the exploration underneath the docks I have acquired some things 4 skeleton knuckles for the bounty hunter. A set of chain mail to which I can barely carry and a spell called charm monster I will sell these and journey to the next city. I would like to keep the spell but being out of these trading coins I must have enough to travel with in my quest to find a mentor.


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PostSubject: Re: journal of Aiauta    Sun Jul 15, 2018 12:31 am

It took a full day and night for the guard to make a new ladder. The woman that sells potions and I; spoke of alchemical formulas as they worked. When finally we were over the wall I sold what I acquired finding slightly more trading coin than what I came here with. I made my way to a small village called Rigitt where I boarded a ship.


The captain wanted no coin to accompany him. It was a cargo ship. I made use of my time by helping the crew tie knots when the occasion came up. This sea with its waves gave me at times a sickness I have never known. Its nauseating like a strong flu. We made our way to a huge city called Caergoth.

The city is loud, unclean, and holds too many people in my view. I explored it as fully as possible. I first found an inn or hostel as my new friend/companion Znu called it. I rested within a room after trading 30 coins with the owner.
Once rested I found an alchemy shop run by a man called Gedron. A busy man. Too busy to answer questions from a foreigner. I found two temples one to the goddess of healing Mishakal. and one to the dragon god Palantine. I am not sure what to think of gods and how others worship. We do not worship any gods but my teachings tell me many on Krynn do. The priestesses of Mishakal use magic but it is of such a strange nature to what I know. Is it faith that give them this power. I must study this magic further and its concepts.
I also found jousting grounds. They were not busy. A bored knight running his horse down the lanes asked me to joust him. I guess he didn't think that my frail frame would break just getting onto the horse. I politely refused. The knight seemed disappointed.

After exploring and mapping the city I decided to go north. That was a bad mistake. Wolves stopped my progress very quickly. They almost caught me one chewing my arm as I worked the spell of fleeing. Lucky for me the spell did not fail and I outpaced him running until I saw the guard. The wolf disappearing back into the forest. Two things I did notice just north of the city. The first are all the trees. The great trees are giants compared to our olive and palm trees. The other part is that the city is built jutting out from the cliffs of the coast. It must have taken centuries to move the rock and earth to build Caergoth out into the sea or exceptional magic.


I was just about to take a ship to a new city when a woman of good nature showed up at the docks. Her name is Znu. She was pleasant and wanted to see the city coming from a village much like my own. We went to Mishakals first. The priestess spoke about the monuments in the back. One is too a revered priestess by the name of Arwany. The priestess told us of her story of sacrifice. The other monument is dedicated to a woman by the name of Goldmoon. There is little known of this woman but she is also a heroin from a past age.

The priestess directed us to a school for the art. A mage school. Znu and I spoke with the master of the school, one Bartane. After much discussion he has agreed to take me on as a pupil. This alleviates the worry I have of becoming a renegade mage, as my parents have put into my head all the gruesome things a renegade has in store for them if they are caught. I will do my best to study carefully and take this mage test when the time comes. I am happy to say I have achieved my first goal. I will also look for things I can do to pay my way. My alchemy skills are decent though I have much to still learn. Hopefully that will be enough. I start my learning on the morrow.
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PostSubject: Re: journal of Aiauta    Sun Jul 15, 2018 5:20 pm

The first few days at the school are a study on ethics. How to use magic properly. Concerns of magic of the populace. How to treat other magi, and proper ethics when at the towers. There are not many pupils here. That may be why Master Bartrane has taken me on as a pupil.

I have also built a relationship with Gedron mostly through messages sent back and forth through our familiars. I have collected some alchemical supplies though him with not much trading coin. We have struck a deal so that I may pay him in potions made for more supplies. This trade I like better than these coins for I know somewhat the value of my work better than I know the medium of exchange for this kingdom. I also have been making potions for Master Bartrane. I do not know what he does with them. I assume he sells them also to Gedron at a discounted price. I feel good that I found a means for paying for my education.

On Master Bartrane I find he is a good and quite man. Getting information and wisdom from him can be as hard as pulling ones own teeth out, but I do not think he holds it back from any avarice. He seems to be succumbing to the frustrations of an elder and some forgetfulness. I am looking for a book so that I can brew non-magical potions so that I may help him ease these frustrations.

Mushrooms and other edible plants are plentiful outside the gates of the city. I pulled a book on them from the schools library and hunt for plants according to the seasons. I am especially careful with each for there are many plants that look the same which are poisonous to ingest. When I was home there was no problem. We grew the plants and spices we needed. Here I have to be careful for the plants of the region can be quite different. The common tree mushroom is good here. Much more woody than the ones we grow but taste good with a bit of common spice. When I eat I always take a plate for my teacher. Sometimes he enjoys it. Other times (mostly in the late hours) he leaves it beside him and nods off in his favorite chair by the fire.

Soon We will start with spell craft and spell theory. I already know much about this being taught by my parents decades ago but will review. I hope to find something new and interesting on mage craft itself while staying here.

That is all I have to write for now. My seeking has ended for the moment so that I may become a full and acceptable magi to this foreign culture. Thus far things are going well. I hope that when ready, Master Bartrane will send me out to see more of the world be it just couriering messages to other masters in different cities. I must also seek the world and know it for my own village over the next few score of years.

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PostSubject: Re: journal of Aiauta    Mon Jul 16, 2018 2:35 am

"Aiauta! There is blood on the Floor!?"
"I know Master Bartrane. I'll clean it up as soon as I clean my clothing"
"May I come in?"
"Yes."
The door to the room opens. The white robed mage comes in seeing the young woman trying to clean her travel clothing. He sits on the bed while she sits on a stool washing the clothes.
"What happened?"
"I heard there was a waterfall to the east of the city. I went to explore it. Lots of things grow near water both edible and for use in alchemy, Lotus, watercress, cat-tails. Wolves barred my path. I started to flee when a bounty hunter showed up. We fought them together. I had to kill one of them."
"Did you use magic?"
The young elf nods to him slowly, "At first a spell of fleeing. When the bounty hunter showed up I turned around to help him. I used a small fire spell and cantrips of cold finally resorting to my walking stick to defend myself."
"How do you feel about killing the wolf?"
"It was necessary. The wolf would not back away. I tried not to kill them. They just kept coming."
The old man smiles before saying, "It looks like you're still bleeding."
She unwraps the bandage on her leg. It looks like a fairly nasty wound.
"I'll show you a salve you can make. its not magic but will keep the slow burn away. This will need stitches too. You have a needle and thread?"
"Yes"
The old man works with the young woman to stitch her up and make a salve. While doing so he talks, "You come from deep in the forest and eat the plants of the forest Aiauta. I see this in the way you go out and make good meals from what you find, but this isn't a small protected village. Outside the keep there are dangers. Be careful find your plants close to the keep for now. You will learn and get stronger Then you will be able to venture out."
The young woman frowns, but agrees to him, "I will try to stay closer to the keep. I cannot promise if there are herbs I need but I will do my best."
The old magi pats her on the shoulder, smiling, "Ah the youth always think they are immortal. That will pass eventually. It is enough for now that you will try. And you came back to help the hunter. That was good on you Aiauta. You will make a fine student I think."
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PostSubject: Re: journal of Aiauta    Sat Jul 21, 2018 8:16 pm

Master Bartrane has sent me out to give letters to others in the nearby towns and cities. One is a man called Spinie near the city of Solanthus, Another a woman in Solanthus proper Mantos the Herbalist, and the last a herbalist in Garnet. Neither he nor she told me her name.

The entire trip took me a week. On the first night I practiced my elven. I fear my dialect and accent may feel strange to other elves. I practice my words listening closely to how they should be properly pronounced and accented. Until I listen to another of my kind I cannot be sure how far off the my accent is compared to theirs. Sadly I have seen no other elves thus far on my journey. When opportunity affords itself, and I encounter another of my kind I will listen carefully to their speech and accent without speaking myself hopefully I will be able to pick up how the words are said and the differences from my dialect and theirs.


On The second day I neared Solanthus when to my delight I found patches of almost ripened gooseberries winding their way north. Gooseberries! What a marvelous surprise however they can bitter, sweet and sour. And all on the same bush. As I winded my way north collecting them I found a camp of woodcutters. The smell of the wood they cut fills the air with a unique fragrance I find very pleasant. I took to a small hill and watched them for several hours before continuing my collections.

I followed the berries around the camp until I came upon the edge of an old dark forest. I stepped a few feet within along a walking path or animal path. I do not know which perhaps both. The old trees with their many limbs groaned and creaked loudly. The leaves constantly rustled with the breeze. Strange animal noises came from deep within the forest. I started to have the feeling that I was being watched and not by anything of good intent. Retreating slowly I kept my face to the forest until I was within good seeing distance of the log cutters. I then walked back to the crossroads to continue on my journey.

I delivered my letter to Spinie first, and bought a second city dress my old one now slightly bloodstained from the wolf attack a month ago. The next morning I delivered the letter to Mantos. She was happy to receive it. While in Solanthus I bought a new bedroll sleeping at a nearby campsite that night. Then off to Garnet to see the herbalist there.


During the walk to Garnet I reflected upon our small village. I wondered if perhaps I would encounter my real father upon this journey of seeking. Counsel has always been my father. I would never take that away from him and I do love him as any daughter would, but he is not my birth father. I sometimes question the ways of our village being so isolated from the rest of the world. I guess all of those I grew up around that are near my age are questioning this now. Enough writing about depressing subjects. The air is clear and warm the days are pleasant I need to think of the good things I have encountered on my journeys and all the good people that I have met. The walk to Garnet was uneventful other than my contemplative mood. I delivered the letter to the herbalist. She snatched the letter out of my hand and said, "Tis about time Lassie!" Waving me off with her hand I retreated to the road and started walking back to Caergoth.


The road west takes me directly past the waterfall east of Caergoth. This time I was prepared and manage to avoid the packs of wolves that haunt the area. Back at the school I spoke with Master Bartane about the trip and having delivered all the letters. When he was satisfied I went back to my room for some much needed rest.

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PostSubject: Re: journal of Aiauta    Tue Jul 24, 2018 12:49 am

The second phase of my education with Master Bartane started off with trade coin. Even with my careful handling of this resource I found that soon I would no longer be able trade with these humans if I kept going. I needed to get to that waterfall so I could make potions from the plants I found along it.

So I braved the wolves with help. I called to me my companion Heckle. Heckle looks like a little dragon with a stinger but his kind are not really related to the huge beasts. In our language they are called sting lizards and they are plentiful in the area. Still the humans seem to take a step back with a bit of reverence when he shows up. They seem to not know the differences. We worked together now that I had time to use my spells and crossbows without the wolves directly attacking me. We soundly defeated them.

We came upon the waterfall. It was very large and beautiful to behold. As I was collecting my plants I found that there was a large cave that smelled bad behind the falls. Heckle being very mischievous and adventurous seemed to want to go into the cave. I acquiesced to his desire. Keeping to the shadows We cautiously walked in, as I threw up my meager spell shields. Rounding the corner Heckle picked out the small green and brown creatures. They were goblins. After a very long and tiring fight. We defeated all of them taking what we could from the cave.

There were chests on a mound. I thought that is where their most valuable items must be. I neared the chests and became sick when I went to walk up upon the mound there must have been a trap. Heckle was sorely wounded from the fight. I was wounded and poisoned, and could not make a potion for a poison I know nothing about. We limped back to the school calling for Master Bartrane.

Master Bartrane chided me more for letting Heckle get hurt than anything else. I was covered with blood some my own but mostly the goblins. He deduced what kind of poison infected me, calling the priestess of Mishakal to help. Then he sat down beside me bed and after hearing the full story said, "You are a surprisingly complex woman, Aiauta. You do not necessary seek out adventure but something within harkens you to go out. I know I can't keep you indoors. After all you're an elf. I can give you some focus. So I will send you as a courier farther than you have been to my associates in distant lands. In between we will study and prepare for your testing."

Over the next week He taught me two new spells The first that he has. The first was a spell to strengthen my frail frame from injury. The second spell casts a permanent illusion of light upon an item. When I had the spell mastered he winked at me saying, "There are a lot of women folk out there that would be very happy to have this spell put on their dresses so they could walk peacefully at night. They would be willing to trade much coin to have a dress like that."

I smiled and thanked him. The first place he sent me was a place called crossings. to deliver supplies to an old pupil of his. I did and sold some dresses I picked up from Gedron. Crossing is a small town it doesn't have the bad smells of Caergoth and much less people. I would have liked it much better if He had placed his school here instead of the crowded smelly city it is in now.

The next place He sent me was a place called Solace where I was to deliver supplies to the mistress there by the name of ilia. She was pleasant enough and even let me trade with her. There were so many students in the school however it made my skin itch. After thinking a moment I will take Caergoth anytime over Solace for I could not stand living in a place with so many students all crammed into rooms that should only hold one.

After my delivery I noticed this was a place of elves. I wandered carefully listening to their talk, language, inflections, and accents. I picked up three separate tones to their speaking. Afterward I got a room at the inn. It exists within a live tree and even has a fireplace. What a wonderful feat of engineering. The city itself is much cleaner than human cities but still there are way too many people for such a small parcel of land.

During my stay I met a tailor of sorts. She wanted to make dresses for me other than the simple robes I wear. She asked me many questions. I told her I was a student of the arcane in Caergoth and a courier for the schools master. I also told her that I sold magic dresses on the side for women in the towns traveled too. The woman got excited and pulled me into the back of her shop. She brought an elven model out near my size and started modeling clothing. I told her I didn't have much of the trading coins used in barter. She dismissed the idea and told me to give her three of my dress inventory and 30 coins. I did and she told me to come back tomorrow.

The next day I arrived. She had three dresses for me two are armored in a light leather underneath to better protect me. The first is a simple dress used for travel. The next a mages robes made to both protect and give me room to use my hands freely. The last is an overly heavy full dress with a felt hat. She told me to wear it when I bartered and I may get a few more trading coin when I sell my dresses. I thanked her and left.

When I got back home to the school I fully invested myself in changing my accent to perfectly mimic the elves as Solace. Hopefully now my speech in elven is more sophisticated than that of an isolated villager. I worked with Master Bartrane on the history of many magical things of the lands and some history of the surrounding nations. He told me that the lore of the lands will help me understand better the ways of the many peoples. With that knowledge I will better be able to pick up an understanding of magic. I'm not sure how that all works but have to trust him on it. He seems a wise man for all his short years.

The latest place he has sent me was to Palanthus. Coming back I got lost within the mountains and encountered bandits. I used the spell of fleeing. Still an arrow found my arm and broke it. I found a strange keep within the ravines where the knights with the help of a priestess healed me. I did stay on the paths of the forest but should have expected bandits or some other nefarious types eventually. I will be more cautious while traveling and bring Heckle with me from now on. He is small but has a very poisonous sting and sharp eyes. Together we will be able to avoid the next ambush if there is one.



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PostSubject: Re: journal of Aiauta    Fri Jul 27, 2018 10:07 pm

Master Bartrane has been keeping me close to school for many weeks now. He keeps switching my studies instead of letting me absorb them one by one. It can be confusing and frustrating at times. Alchemy, Herbalism...….Hearldry? Why on Krynn would he want me to study heraldry? I've also studied more spellcraft, alterantive methods of casting, More Lore and more lore. He has not teached me any more spells. at least not yet.
Some of the subjects I am fully enjoying. Studying the different disciplines of magic was my favorite that is until I hit a snag. Master Bartrane gave me a small scroll to call forth a ground squirrel. We walked to the jousting fields where there are many of these black and white striped rodents. There under his watchful eye I tried to cast the spell. Here I came upon a problem. No matter how I tried to read it the letters of the spell scroll would not focus for me. It upset me greatly.
He tried giving me other spells to use one that is suppose to cast a giant spiders web across the area. I could not read this spell either.
Master Bartrane was perplexed for but a moment then smiled, "I think I know the problem, here."
He throws an pear to me and yells, "Think quick its an Apple!"
The cantrip came to my mind with almost no thought and as I caught it, the spell had transformed it into an apple.
Master Bartrane laughs, "It's rare to have a mage like this but here is your problem Aiauta. Some people have an affinity for a discipline. They are stronger in it than any other discipline and can learn its nuances quickly. For those rare spellcasters there will be one discipline they cannot learn. You are a what is called a Transmuter. It's no wonder that you have such an affinity for herbalism and alchemy. Its as natural to you as breathing.
But calling forth a creature from the area and conjuring things into creation, that's your flaw."
I questioned, "Is that a good thing or a bad thing?"
"It's neither good nor bad. Its like having red hair instead of brown Aiauta. Its just different and now I can tailor your education better now that we know you have a specialty."
I smile and said told him thank you for finding out. We went back to the school and studied more.

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I would also like to reflect on the humans I have met while I still have time to write in my journal. Most of the elders of the village view the other races as somehow beneath our people. As if they are not fully evolved. They do have some habits I find completely offensive such as being generally unclean, smelly, and the sheer fact that they are willing to eat flesh; However I have also come to know humans as wildly creative, strong and healthy, inventive, Their energy is insatiable. I find that they are not the beastly beings I have thought but a unique and interesting race which my people could stand beside not in front of.
I hope that after I am finished with seeking that I will write these and other thoughts down about the humans hopefully changing village opinion on them.
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PostSubject: Re: journal of Aiauta    Thu Aug 02, 2018 4:21 am

I am Remiss! Being a so called transmuter has excited Master Bartrane. He comes to me with a scroll and asks if I understand it, saying it is a way to change my appearance. I accepted the scroll and try to read it. It is a complicated spell called polymorph self. I read the scroll and immediately know that it is much too complicated for me to cast. I look to him and the excitement in his eyes (an excitement I have noticed in many humans of late).
    I now have my first true test. Do I...…….attempt the change...……become something different; or do I tell him I am not quite ready for such a complicated spell.
    If I attempt to change it is fairly likely he will notice through spellcraft that I am trying to fool him. Do I go through the pain of transformation just to satisfy and feed his ego for my own benefit? Do I tell him I cannot read it?. Can I readily see the disappointment in his eyes?
    I struggle with these thoughts for a very long time. I watch his eyes as I deal with this dilemma seeing his curious interest. In the end I know from my heart that I cannot reveal myself even to one that I would call both a mentor and in some ways a grandfather. Seeking for the village is the most important of missions even beyond acquiring license to be a spellcaster among these strange peoples of the realms.
    I say to him that I can understand some of the spell but not the entirety.
    He looks slightly disappointed but smiles, "It is ok Aiauta. I thought that you may be ready for it. Lets then go over the language of magic."
    I heartily agree to the lesson and we move on.
    There will be more tests. I know there will be. What I am worried about is this mage test. Will if force me to reveal myself? I hope that the humans have forgotten the distant past and I may pass this test without having to go back home in disgrace by ending my journey before it is finished.
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PostSubject: Re: journal of Aiauta    Mon Aug 06, 2018 4:58 am

I write today with a heavy heart. Master Bartrane sent me to a place called Haven. It rest near a river. The ground is swampy, the air dreary with rain much of the time. Outside the city I met a caravan of people offering games of chance. There was Dice, cards and a strange wheel with symbols on it.
    I know nothing about cards or dice so I chose to investigate this wheel. The man in the tent explained the game to me and vaguely described the odds. Reading the wheel I came up with the odds on my own. I spun the wheel three times. Each time I lost all my trade coin. I may have continued for it was a fun thing to do but loosing all my fee every time went against the odds. I looked at the wheel and back at the man concluding that the wheel itself must be balanced to his favor. I stopped playing heading the city to find the mage Eurgo.
    Once in the city; I began my investigation of this place in earnest. The people looked to me with grave suspicion. Fingers played with items just under their belts. Eyes narrowed as I crossed their paths. I found plenty of merchants to trade with but they bought low and gave me excessively high rates for their own wares except for two people. The woman tailor and Eurgo himself. He seemed to enjoy my presence while I dropped a letter on his counter for him and perused his wares.
    I am well aware of prejudice. I must say my own people carry humans in disregard. I did not think that humans would feel the same way about us as we of them. In the cities I have known until now I have not seen this Phenomena: That is until I ventured to Haven.
    After completing the task for Master Bartrane and trading all I could I went to investigate outside the walls for delicate edible bulbs that are rumored to grow in boggy ground. While gathering I found a site I could not believe. The humans of the city were caging their own kind. Confining them all in a big cage near a building just outside the south wall. I have never seen the brutal savagery of humans before. There were so many people in such a small space. It smelled of death and refuse. I had to turn my back and walk the other way.
    That wasn't the worst of it. I walked a mere hundred yards to find three heads upon spears stuck in the ground. They had decapitated three men! Flys swarmed the remains. Maggots fell from the noses and eye sockets of the heads. At this point I ran, little did I know I would come upon the worst sight yet!
      Running past a tree I heard a soft moan. Turning around I saw her. It was a woman Crucified against the tree with a dozen long dirks pinning her there. Blood slowly dripped from the wounds. She had defecated herself until there was nothing left in her bowels. Bug bites covered every inch of her exposed skin, yet her labored breathing said she still had life within her bones.
    At this point I almost fainted but I new in my heart I could not. Something had to be done. I looked carefully around to make sure no one saw me. It was a quite place. The cage they kept their own kind in misery was far away. The walls of the city were far enough away that no one would see clearly.
    I put my hand to my mouth in both fear and anger as tears started to flow from my eyes. Going up to her I slowly let her drink from my canteen. When she was quenched I put my hand to her cheek in sympathy. Her eyes looked to me in both gratitude and resignation.
    As my small dagger found her lung...…She smiled.
    I quickly and quietly left that city of horrors, Its uncaring people, and its barbarism. Coming back to the school I gave Master Bartrane the correspondence from the mages and herbalists he had sent me for. I was vague about my experiences in Haven. He seemed to know that something had happened and that I had a distasteful experience. He did not push me about it.
     As much as I love the humans that have become my friends on this journey. I hate their capacity for such evil. I must learn to guard myself better from those humans that would do these things and be more cautious when entering a new city.
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PostSubject: Re: journal of Aiauta    Tue Aug 07, 2018 12:22 am

Master Bartrane puts me through a series of drills every day. "Change the color of the candles to blue today Aiauta. Change your dresses with magic." Change, change, make new. It as been exhausting.
    I am relieved that he has sent me to a new place to meet someone. The quiet walks along the roads and paths by myself does me good after all the people in the city constantly going about. It sometimes makes my head hurt.
    After two days waiting at the Three Friends inn. A mage in Red Robes walks in. We strike up a conversation. Now relaxed from being alone for awhile I can make small talk ( I think that is what the humans call it. It is a talk of pleasantry's before an exchange of some business.) The man drinks several drinks then mentions Master Bartane. I nod to him while passing him the reagents that he needs for his research. He then gives me a letter and a few potions. Now that business is concluded I stand up to make my way out and to the relief myself of the crowded inn filled with dwarfs.
    He Grabs my forearm gently.
    It startles me at first. I turn my head to look into his eyes. it is now he mentions, "I have heard there is a secret way into Qualinost just south of here? You wouldn't mention the way to an old man now would you?"
    I quietly say to him, "I could not mention such an thing to you. I am not an elder."
    Letting go of my arm and smiling he says to me, "I understand, Good day to you sister."
    Now out of the inn I look to the south and then north. On a hunch I go south and continue until I come to a massive Fortress. There are dirty humans living on the outside of the walls. They are dressed in rags. Perhaps it is the disadvantaged of the people who are not accepted in human society. I have read about these humans Gypsies, vagabonds, and street people. The place smells so badly with dirty air from fires within the fort that I turned around and started walking back.
    I find a camp just past the mountains. It is getting late so I decide to rest the night here among the forest and quiet sounds of the animals surrounding me. In the morning I wake up with fur in my face. The biggest wolf I have ever seen in my life (1/2 size larger than a horse) is sleeping almost on top of me!
    I squirm around for my spell components. Maybe I can charm him. Instead it wakes him up. He puts a huge leg over my chest and begins slurping and licking my face and hair. Is he taste testing his meal or something and now I smell like dog! I give up and take it. If he is going to eat me I really cant do anything about it.
    Just as I am thinking that the wolf gets off and starts to go into the woods to the west. I quickly roll my bedroll and follow him. I follow west at a great distance then slightly south. I start to hear voices and laughter. The wolf breaks off and runs away.
    I follow the voices to a small clearing. There is a tower of sorts a few empty merchant stalls and several elven guard. I have come to the outskirts of Qualinost our capital city. Going further I come to the city proper and stare at all its wonders. The city is clean. The water clear. The homes are set well apart enough for each to have its own garden. It is a place of peace.
    After exploring the city of wonders I come to the temple of the Sun. I go inside to find the elders quietly keeping court in a splendid hall. I giggle to myself wondering if Master Bartrane would perhaps like to move his school to this tiny spot of paradise surrounded by the realms of humans.
    I visit for several days meditating along the banks of the streams and rivers. Finding peace within myself after the recent horrors I have endured. And now I make my way back to the human lands and the city of Caergoth.
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PostSubject: Re: journal of Aiauta    Thu Aug 09, 2018 4:45 am

The short days have come. Snow sometimes covers the ground then melts. When those sunny days come slush, horse dung and mud line the streets where wagons roll and knights trot. It is cold most days. Master Bartrane and I stick close to the fires of the tower when possible. When not we use spells to keep us warm. The city has become a muddy, cold hell. The good news is it doesn't smell as bad.
    On my last couriering journey I stopped by the tailors place. I spoke about not liking the cold. She laughed and said she had just the thing for me. Coming back a few days later She had made me a long coat of thick material and high black leather boots. She told me it would keep me warm. I thanked her and tried the apparel paying a little less for her services than normal. It seems I have become shrewder about merchandise these last months due to my business with clothing.

    My apologies to myself for being short. My fingers are quite cold and tired from my studies.

     At first I was thrilled. The clothing worked as she had promised. After a week the back of my heels blistered broke, blistered again and bled. My heel is raw from the friction of the boots. After two weeks my feet got use to them or they to the way I walk. My feet started to heal. Now I have callouses on my feet to protect them from these infernal torcher devises. I can walk with comfort now in the boots and my coat not only keeps me warm it protects my inner clothing from the mud and slush of the city. I am pleased.
    I will think back to this time in the decades to come. Read these passages and think to myself how much fun it has been for I will have forgotten the little irritations that I have to endure.
    There are a few things I should mention. When I was on my way to Solace from Crossings a caravan driver pleaded with me to take some supplies to the city he offered trading coin. As I looked into his eyes I suddenly understood that he could not get anyone to travel in this weather. I accepted more for the needs of Solace and the honesty in his eyes than anything else.
    Bandits accosted me twice. Both times Heckle alerted me to the dangers then flew off taking their attentions away from me while I cast my spells. One of the strongest spells I have is a spell to temporarily blind a person. I used it to blind the bandits hoping that they would break off their attack for the caravan's goods. Sadly it didn't. We had to put an end to their lives. I just don't know why they would not leave us alone even with my spells affects. It sadden my mood during the journey.
    While in Solace there was an unusually warm day. I traveled south to explore the outskirts and particularly a well worn trail off the road. What I found was something of a meeting place. Possibly for couples. There are Stairways built up the steep foothills and an area on a very large cone shaped hill with a tower upon its crest.
    Going up a found a peaceful quiet place of rest. Squirrels frolicked around the ground looking for their buried treasures. Several birds flew from bush to bush almost waiting for me to do something. What that is I am not quite sure but the place gave me some much needed peace.
    I found another odd thing on the backside of the tower. I hummed as my hand traced the stones of the tower meditating on the peace of the place when my fingers came upon a groove in the stone. Stopping I looked to see what this grove meant. There was some moss and lichens covering the stone. I scrapped the plant life away eating some of the lichen, and there I found something special to me. They were names and dates tracing back 500 years from others that came before me and rested here finding this stone. Gesh, Usha, Semi, Issil. I added my name to the list and the year. It is only fitting that I continue the traditions of my brothers and sisters.
    I smiled and felt such warm feelings inside. I'm not really sure exactly why but it delighted me and lifted my rather sour mood from the weather and trials living among the humans of the city.
    During the rest of the trip my eyes must have taken on a sharper focus because many of the people I met smiled more than usual and seemed to know of my happiness. It seems that this joyful mood can infect other people especially humans.
    When I came back Master Bartrane had a battery of lessons for me. I studied hard for many weeks. After studying, he taught me two new spells and said the third part of my lessons begins now. For the first spell he once again took me to the jousting grounds with a waggoneer and a load of chickens. He went over and over the spell with me until I had all its nuances down. He then released the chickens and I threw the spell. Some of them had taken wing and fell as soon as I cast the spell in complete confusion. It made me laugh at them all croaking and trying to fly but could not take enough air to get going. It didn't even hurt the chickens but you would think that it would by the way they clucked and squawked. They all moved so slow you would think they were puppets being pulled upon strings to move.
    The other spell he taught me was much more serious. An abjuration that he had to test me by putting me in danger. We went far away from the city to a forest clearing for this. He cast the very same spell on himself and told me to do the same a little distance from him. I did so and after he saw me cast he called forth a creature. It was small but for some reason I knew in my heart it was something not of this realm. something dark.
    It attacked me but could not cross the barrier. it pounded at the invisible shield to no effect. Master Bartrane dispelled the evil beast when satisfied that my spell barrier held and was effective.
    Later that night he almost apologized for his methods, but he said that it was the only way for him to tell if his lesson had taken hold. I smiled and simply said that it did and I am not harmed. I then questioned him on this test. He smiled and shushed me with his finger to his mouth then bid me a goodnight. I thought on his words until sleep came to me. He said that the barrier would not completely protect me and the people I protect with it from powerful evil but it would slow them down. It is an important thing to keep in mind if ever I come into that situation.
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PostSubject: Re: journal of Aiauta    Sun Aug 12, 2018 6:03 am

Things are going well with my studies. Master Bartrane is having me focus on strengthening myself in ways I have never heard of. Well when my parents taught me magic they never mentioned these exercises. How do I explain them.....meditation?...…..willpower? I am not sure. He wants me to focus on the things that make me a unique person to myself. Envision my likes, my hates, The things that I do that strike emotion within me. The things that others do that strike emotion within me.
    He tells me that if I were an enchantress he would have constantly match his raw willpower against mine until he could not make me do as he pleases. If I were an illusionist he would constantly work fool me with his own so that my mind could pierce any misrepresentation. Since I am a transmuter he knows that one day if I have learned enough I will be able to shift my own body to look like any creature therefore he is teaching my mind to keep its inner being the same no mater what form I would take so that the transformation cannot take hold permanently.
    I must say that it is an interesting concept even if the lessons seem to have no immediate purpose I am studious of these exercises and practice them to sharpen my.....soul?.....being? I really have not the words for this thing.
    I have ever done my best not to get emotional and sometimes I confound him in that regard. There are few things that play upon my mind. One such circumstance is the woman at Haven. there are a few others but they are far away now. Master Bartane doesn't realize that my apparent dispassion of the world really isn't that at all. It is...…...something else I have no words for. I guess we elves live so long that sometimes we seem disengaged when really we are not. You just have to get to know us more, I think.
    He has sent me on a sort of vacation a month away from the school. I have improved greatly. He said to go home and be with family for awhile.
    I cannot do that of course and decided to go study these giant wolves further. I arrived at the camp where I first found the wolves. One was there. I followed it around for two weeks studying its behavior. These giant wolves live in much smaller family groups than the packs of their cousins. They run in groups of 3-5 small family units. They let me go about my business undisturbed. Some even put their muzzles up to my head to get a deep smell of my scent. It may be some form of greeting or jester. I am not sure because I do not speak wolf.
    Of course I am smart enough to not go anywhere near I would suspect a den may be. A mother wolf could easily pick me up and snap me in half in the time it would take me to scream my protest. I have also made sure that Heckle stays far away from my investigations. His mischievous nature does not bode well with such powerful creatures surrounding me. I also quickly leave when they hunt. Not only should I not be around during their bloodlust and may become a potential target if there is not enough for the family unit. I find it displeases my own stomach to watch such things. I understand that wolves are mostly carnivores and need their food. I simply cannot bear to watch such things.
    I also find that these wolves seem much more intelligent than the average canine. They seem to measure encounters with other creatures before acting. From squirrels and badgers to the great bears that roam the area they stop take measure then act accordingly to the presence of another being.
    It is an interesting study and I hope I have made some acquaintances with the groups I have watched. Now that my studies are almost over I find them almost as individualistic as any of the races of people I have encountered. I will make a full and detailed report of my findings when the time for it comes. For now I am packing my sleeping roll and tent for the journey back to the school.
    With the way my studies have progressed this mage test should be soon upon me. I still have no idea what it will encompass, and will have to wait for Master Bartrane to reveal what this test will be like.
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