Welcome to The Chosen's journals. Each character is invited to keep a journal and write down the thoughts of their characters as they wander through Nyternia. In addition, the DM has a journal which highlights each session. The players are:

Blink - monk Errol - bard
Kestrel - fighter Malif - wizard
Vaugner - rogue Vernon - cleric/sorcerer


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Errol's Journal, session #39
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These people are idiots. I have taken ill, possibly as a reaction to exposure to the aforementioned virulent wussiness. We arrived at the Dot, the culmination of all our efforts to this date, and said "oh, well, they don't want us here. and the sign is cold. let us run away until such time as perhaps the sign is not cold, or is gone entirely." And now we are investigating something or other entirely un-Dot-related.

If my esteemed compatriots did not already hold the title, this would be the dumbest thing ever.

You would think they didn't believe in the untold riches or something. Those riches are intended for our consumption, and instead we are worrying about a note with slightly more authority than the "Keep off the Grass" sign outside the University back home. And did we keep off the grass then? We most certainly did not.

Idiots.