I think I caught some nasty virus when our merry band of troglodytes butchered the Mite “army.” It is difficult to breath, my head is pounding, and could barely walk. I relayed my health status to the group. They left the camp quickly after that, many of them so harried that they neglected to say goodbye. Krom seemed especially ready for adventure, actually. They must have been anxious to perform their duties in the name of the Sword Lords. Funny where this round of enthusiasm sprouted from. I could still hear their songs long after they left the fort.
Oleg previously offered free food and a bed to rest in, so I’d be a fool not to take up on this offer.
I best keep this entry short and sweet. I tried to stretch and my head started swimming again, nausea attempting to force itself upon me. I agree with the guidance of the pulsating hedgehog growing from my foot: I should get some rest.
The hallucinations, and their excellent financial advice, surround me no more. At breakfast, I entered a long, in-depth conversation with Oleg on the nature of illusionary magic (a topic I, must humbly admit, am quite well-versed in) and exactly how one can properly weave the figment’s of another’s mind to one’s benefit. Oleg was certainly interested, if quiet. He spent most of the conversation with his eyes closed, meditating on the tapestry of discourse I wove.
I thought of mother today.
As I’ve always said, idle hands do little but cause mindless mischief; thus, I decided to cause PRODUCTIVE mischief. This ‘vacation’ of mine would certainly be well-spent honing my craft. I finally uncovered how to make my illusions talk! With some slight application of Ghost Sound, along with some bending of-
the following eight pages contain numerous scratched-out hypotheses, a multitude of diagrams depicting magical theory, an indecipherable scrawling of notes, and a crude drawing of Krom crying before a fanged, six-headed puppy
- and such is how I could FINALLY create a conversation partner worth talking to. Pity the spell dissipates so quickly, but I will surely overcome such hurdles.
By the time dinner came round, I was famished. I desired to share my extensive notes with Oleg, but the man quickly refused me. He assured me that he was quite busy, as he just then realized that he had to go fix the stable door. It’s actually quite funny how often that door breaks. It’s quite the coincidence how it always breaks whenever I need to speak with someone in the fort. A shame, really. The frontier could do with more intellectual discussion.
My sickness is no longer a major concern at the moment. Thanks to the caring hospitality of Oleg and his wife, I am swiftly regaining my strength!
In my previous entry, I mentioned my thoughts towards MOTHER. I realize I’ve been thinking of her more and more recently. I cannot fathom why, but it all started right after I blew up that mite with a ray of blinding light. A strange train of thought to say the least. I can hear her now. “Theod, dear. Stop playing with your ghosts and come see your brother’s new accolade.” “Oh Theod, your baby brother just cast his first Magic Missile! I remember when you cast your first Magic Missile! The weeks just fly by!” “Theod, your sister wrote us a letter! She strangled a dragon to death with Mage Hand. I bet your illusions can’t do that, huh? Do you want a pie?”
WELL YOU KNOW WHAT, MOTHER?!_ YOU CAN GO-
once again, tear stains make the next four pages an indecipherable mess
- ONCE AND FOR ALL, PLEASE AND THANK YOU.
Hmm, I wonder how my comrades-in-arms are faring on their adventure? Hopefully their spirits are as high as they were when they left me here. Although they are equals intellectually, I do admire them all despite their… eccentricities. I do hope they return
safe somewhat alive.