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| A Not So Magical Kingdom |
| Now lay my head to sleep... |
Things do not bode well.
Today William and myself were taken in front of the pontifax of this town. A very intimidating man indeed. He spent a large amount of time letting us know through subtle means, just how royally screwed we really are. He asked us for the truth of who we are, but I couldn't tell him. No matter how hard I tried to cover the truth up, I have a feeling that he knows better.
I have a feeling that we may be getting a knock on our door sometime in the middle of the night by the town guards looking to imprison us. Normally I would not be concerned, but this place seems to be some sort of giant anti-magic zone. Islan calls it the mythil, an elven constructed protected zone for humans who tried to escape the miyts that surrounded the Selladorian nation for so many thousands of years. In all my years, I do not think I've ever felt this naked. Strangely though, with all my lost power, I am more human that I have been in almost 300 years. If it weren't for the fact that I am now trapped in a town that is run by the Selladorian church of Aesia, I'd almost want to stay.
Here I can feel my body working normally again, as the psionic energies that I generally use to fuel my body are all supressed. It is strange but I think I might actually sleep tonight. I haven't done that in a long time. Perhaps this place isn't so bad.
This feeling won't last though. Soon the pontifax will be looking for more answers and will come to look at the rest of the group. Islan and Elana will stand out immediately as elves. There is not much short of magic that will hide their appearance. Well, that or a good cloak, but I doubt that will fool a man of the pontifax's standing.
The other reason we cannot stay is that Islan and Elana seem to have contracted some sort of disease. The man name Mclean calls it the plague. Without some sort of healing, I doubt they'll make it through the next few days. They seem to be losing their strength rather quickly.
Perhaps when all is said and done with I'll come back to this place. Perhaps here, once the world is saved once more, will be the place that I can finally call home. I wouldn't mind living a simple life. Without being able to touch my psicnic powers, I'm sure I know can age and die like normal humans.
Death.... I've never even thought of such a thing as possible. Why would I want to do a thing like that? |
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| Associated Regions: New Sellador Port, Curmeah |
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| From the journal of Nyran Galanodel |
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Contributor: Drew Butler |
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