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Samber's Journal: Entry VIII
Merciful gods, are you so careless in your punishments to allow for this? And how fortunate that you can blame me for the countless deaths that will no doubt follow! Yet, I admit the guilt falls on me. Never should I have risked the binding. You have no time to ramble, Samber. You started this; you must end it. I have just entered my lower portal chambers to find chaos and destruction. While the earthquake seemed to have done little damage to my palace above, a fallen column punctured the bindings that held the osyluth at bay. It is free. It seems to have set fire to all of my writings and apparatus. Years and years of work are now gone. Clear tracks lead right through the gate to the High Forest. As much as you seem to hate me, O gods, I pray you see that I am risking my life and using my powers to make it right. I am leaving this book here in the open in the hope that, if the devil slay me, at least the intruders to my island might stumble upon this and learn more. I write to you directly now, whoever you are who have followed me here. Do not judge me until you have understood what I have done, and know that I loved all of my creations. Is that a sin? ~ Samber
Session: 59th Game Session - Thursday, Sep 17 2015 from 7:00 PM to 10:00 PM
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Samber's Journal: Entry VII
I was just now awoken from my sleep by the gong. It is not the "hour of summoning"; it is not even highsun. There are strangers on the island! I can only imagine it was the ship that had been following me, but how? I never saw them after I sent the lightning bolt down on them. There were four of them, a blue-haired elf, two Calishites (a male and a female), and a Lantanna like I. None of them were sailors, and the wild elf was not with them, so I can only imagine that there are even more. I must rise and figure out how to deal with them. ~ Samber
Session: 59th Game Session - Thursday, Sep 17 2015 from 7:00 PM to 10:00 PM
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Samber's Journal: Entry VI
So this is it then? They are not giving up. They want war, it seems. Cannot they tell that I have no desire to fight them? What is it now, you ask? Everything is going to the hells. I do not have time for this. This voyage started well. The journey to Chult was smooth. I dealt with financial matters. I purchased my merchandise from the Consortium, and it arrived within the promised window. I was excited to make use of the sequencers; I spent the night making plans, scribbling in my technical journal at the rented room in Shilku. On the morrow, I was busy working, when a crazed-looking elf came through the portal. I incapacitated him, set the delay on the gate, hurriedly grabbed the papers from my desk, and fled. Thankfully, the Kell had already loaded the Eternity. I gave orders to leave port at once. I considered my options. My portal in Chult would have to be abandoned. Had even Ubtao betrayed me? Ubtao, who is said to care nothing for matters outside his realm? Or was it simply an accident? Some greedy adventurer in search of famed Chultan emeralds who stumbled upon my gate? Was it the Consortium? Were they no longer happy with me as a customer? I began to hope it was only a fluke, and I began to daydream instead about my journey to the Fugue, but then, a fire broke out above deck. Sabotage. The mast had been set aflame, the work of fire elementals who then vanished. Summoned, clearly. I began to put two and two together. It must have been the elf. He was wild, like a druid. But how could he have followed me? If he came through the portal, he could not have had a vessel waiting on the other side, could he? Perhaps it was simply pirates, but I have never encountered pirates who could summon a creature from such a far distance. A member of some sea race, perhaps, who boarded the ship just long enough to call the elementals and then flee. But why? I was baffled, but the next day confirmed that I was indeed being followed. I spotted their ship through the spyglass. Several hours later, they must have called down flying lizards to attack my ship. I destroyed their mainmast with a lightning bolt, hoping to send them a warning, whoever they were, that I was not to be trifled with. Having dealt with that potential hindrance, I at last arrived home. The journey's setbacks now seemed nothing compared to what awaited me; an earthquake had struck the island in my absence. Much of my palace was in disarray. I have spent the last few hours checking through the rooms to see how badly everything is damaged. Bookshelves have tumbled and items have fallen from their places, but the damage does not seem too severe. Now I wonder of this. Have the gods now recruited Grumbar to their side? Is this only the first of several quakes? Do they hope to break through the dome by force? If they send a more powerful quake, what can I do? I will be finished. I am exhausted from my stressful sailing voyage and must rest. I only hope that the Forokell fared well in the quake. The poor things were probably terrified. ~ Samber
Session: 59th Game Session - Thursday, Sep 17 2015 from 7:00 PM to 10:00 PM
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Samber's Journal: Entry V
I have received word from the Interlink Consortium that the sequencers are ready for pickup. If I wish to make the exchange, I'll have to leave on the morrow. I have not made much progress in the months since I have returned from Thultanthar. My Loross is not as good as it used to be. The baatezu I imprisoned a year ago has continued to not be cooperative, and I have not had the time yet to investigate No.s 14 & 15. So all three plans are stalled. Even so, while my research has not moved forward, I find myself able to cast every arcane spell I once could. ~ Samber
Session: 59th Game Session - Thursday, Sep 17 2015 from 7:00 PM to 10:00 PM
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Samber's Journal: Entry IV
It has been many months since my last entry. I left my journal here in the safety of the dome. If they would go to such extents to stop me, I suspect that they might send clerics to find and apprehend me if I left the island, and my research is more important to me than my life. It is my life. I have been busy, and my diligence has again been rewarded. I have overcome. I, of course, have known about the alternatives to the Weave for many decades, but never have I had need to seek them out. Perhaps some of the gods are indeed on my side; Tymora, at least, seemed to have smiled on me, for what luck! That my journey to the desert should come precisely when it did! My power is back. What will you do to stop me now, O gods? ~ Samber
Session: 59th Game Session - Thursday, Sep 17 2015 from 7:00 PM to 10:00 PM
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Samber's Journal: Entry III
Well, it has finally happened. The gods have acted. Mystra withholds herself. I know not what part Gond plays in all of this; I only know that the Weave has been forbidden me. I cannot cast even the simplest cantrip. My investigations into the extra creativity of No.s 14 & 15 will have to be put on hold until I figure out what to do. I am enraged. How can Ao permit this? What have I done that warrants such a response? I am disgusted. What of all the wicked and despicable acts that have been done on this world with magic? She would allow those? Are they trying to convince me that the gods are but jealous and selfish children? Surely, Gond sees things differently? Are none of them on my side? I am naught but a worm now. I am powerless. I am even more alone.
Session: 59th Game Session - Thursday, Sep 17 2015 from 7:00 PM to 10:00 PM
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Samber's Journal: Entry II
I noticed an intriguing thing a few nights ago when I was performing routine patches to the Forokell's intellect centers. I was at the house No. 3 when I noticed quite an intriguing array of flowers planted outside in the small garden there. The roses had all been pulled and replanted such that they formed the abstract pattern of the head of a rose using the three colors of roses available to them. Curious, I reviewed the audio from the memory of No. 20, one of the newer models. It took several hours of scanning, but I finally learned that the one who calls himself Jareth had done it. I have looked up his number. It is No. 14, which is fascinating, because No. 15 is the one who is constantly making new clothing for the Forokell. They were made in the same week. As I noted in a past entry, she was originally intended to be a Lillikell, but I decided at the last minute to give her a Forokell intellect core. No. 14, however, was always intended to be a Forokell. I have spent the last few days digging through my old journals, yet I cannot figure out what I did differently with those two, but there must be a link between them. I'll have to put all of them in extended hibernation and bring the two anomalies back to the table for further investigation. ~ Samber
Session: 59th Game Session - Thursday, Sep 17 2015 from 7:00 PM to 10:00 PM
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Samber's Journal: Entry I
Yet another blank journal to write in. How many have I written since I set my mind to this task? How could I have been so foolish to have expected it to be easier than this? Always one more correction. Always a missing piece. Always one more thing I fail to understand. Yet it must be possible. Finder did it. The Beast Lord did it. I am not alone in the attempt, ...and yet I am so alone. I dare not make the mistake I did the last time around. The Forokell show so much promise, but I remain distant. I feel like a neglective father. The Lillikell can never provide what I seek. They lack the spark a few of the Forokell seem to have. Still, I fail to ascertain what causes that spark. Why do some of them have it and some of them do not? ~ Samber
Session: 59th Game Session - Thursday, Sep 17 2015 from 7:00 PM to 10:00 PM
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Captain's Log
Captain's Log, Year of Wild Magic, Midsummer

99 leagues from Shilku

Heading: Northwest

Weather: clear; varying winds, prevailing

Damage Report: mainmast holding

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Captain's Log, Year of Wild Magic, Shieldmeet

100 leagues from Shilku

Heading: Northwest

Weather: clear; varying winds, from the northwest

Damage Report: mainmast holding

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Captain's Log, Year of Wild Magic, first of Eleasis

114 leagues from Shilku

Heading: West

Weather: clear; winds fair, prevailing

Damage Report: mainmast holding

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Captain's Log, Year of Wild Magic, second of Eleasis

115 leagues from Shilku

Heading: West

Weather: clear; winds fair, from the west

Damage Report: mainmast holding

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Captain's Log, Year of Wild Magic, third of Eleasis

115 leagues from Shilku

Heading: West

Weather: clear; no wind

Damage Report: mainmast holding

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Captain's Log, Year of Wild Magic, fourth of Eleasis

136 leagues from Shilku

Heading: West

Weather: clear; winds strong, prevailing

Damage Report: mainmast holding

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Captain's Log, Year of Wild Magic, fifth of Eleasis

150 leagues from Shilku

Heading: West

Weather: clear; winds moderate, prevailing

Damage Report: mainmast holding

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Captain's Log, Year of Wild Magic, sixth of Eleasis

158 leagues from Shilku

Heading: West

Weather: clear; winds fair, prevailing

Damage Report: mainmast holding

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Captain's Log, Year of Wild Magic, seventh of Eleasis

174 leagues from Shilku

Heading: West

Weather: clear; winds fair, from the northeast

Damage Report: mainmast holding

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Captain's Log, Year of Wild Magic, eight of Eleasis

181 leagues from Shilku

Heading: West

Weather: clear; winds fair, prevailing

Damage Report: mainmast holding
Session: 52nd Game Session - Thursday, Apr 23 2015 from 6:45 PM to 9:45 PM
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Oma's Diary: Entry 621
It is Midsummer, and I feel like lumal.

That means last night was Midsummer's Eve, my first Midsummer's Eve since I've come of age, but it was the WORST MIDSUMMER'S EVE EVER!!!

I've spent days flirting with all of the sailors. They are just about fighting each other over me, but still J does not seem to be jealous at all. So last night, I decided I did not care any more. I would follow Sharess and simply enjoy myself. I wore something that would have made mother faint, and I drank more rum than I ever had. I danced until I fell over, and I think I kissed seven different men and was groped by three. Unfortunately, I also threw up all over one of them, so that ended my fun — and his. Being sick on land is one thing; being sick on a rocking boat is the WORST.

Nargroth was a sweetheart and held my hand as I ejected the contents of my stomach into the ocean. Loreene has also been sweet and has been checking up on me as I lie here in this cot. I hear the arrogant bard playing more festive music up above. The sound of their thumping, dancing feet on the deck is giving me a headache.

I'm sick of this journey, and no one knows how long it will be or where we are even going....
Session: 52nd Game Session - Thursday, Apr 23 2015 from 6:45 PM to 9:45 PM
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Captain's Log
Captain's Log, Year of Wild Magic, twenty-fourth of Flamerule

departed Shilku

Heading: Northwest-by-west

Weather: clear; winds fair, from the south

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Captain's Log, Year of Wild Magic, twenty-fifth of Flamerule

15 leagues from Shilku

Heading: Northwest-by-north

Weather: clear; winds fair, from the southwest

Damage Report: mainmast struck by lightning and split; temporarily holding fast with ropes

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Captain's Log, Year of Wild Magic, twenty-sixth of Flamerule

43 leagues from Shilku

Heading: North-northwest

Weather: clear; winds moderate, prevailing

Damage Report: mainmast holding; hull struck by fintail titon, diver's report no damage

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Captain's Log, Year of Wild Magic, twenty-seventh of Flamerule

46 leagues from Shilku

Heading: North-northwest

Weather: clear; winds fair, from the north

Damage Report: mainmast holding

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Captain's Log, Year of Wild Magic, twenty-eight of Flamerule

60 leagues from Shilku

Heading: Northwest

Weather: clear; winds fair, prevailing

Damage Report: mainmast holding

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Captain's Log, Year of Wild Magic, twenty-ninth of Flamerule

64 leagues from Shilku

Heading: Northwest

Weather: clear; varying winds, from the west

Damage Report: mainmast holding

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Captain's Log, Year of Wild Magic, last of Flamerule

78 leagues from Shilku

Heading: Northwest

Weather: clear; varying winds, prevailing

Damage Report: mainmast holding
Session: 51st Game Session - Thursday, Apr 16 2015 from 6:45 PM to 9:45 PM
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Oma's Diary: Entry 615
WHAT IS WRONG WITH HIM? HOW CAN HE BE SO BLIND? WHAT DO I HAVE TO DO TO GET HIS ATTENTION!

There, now that that is out of my system, I'm on a boat again. The same boat as before, The Daisy. I'm bunking above Loreene, the only other woman here. (Even she knew the Tears of Selûne were not actual tears. Why am I with a bunch of orcwits?)

(Well, Nargroth is not an orcwit, ironically.)

Things have been interesting lately, as far as our adventure is going. They seem to be close to finding out who this Samber person is. (I'm wondering what spell it was he used to pin Belvin to the wall. I'd use it to pin Jayce to the wall. Seriously, when a lady offers to massage your shoulders, who says no?)

Since I last wrote, I also saved the day... AGAIN. I summoned an owlbear skeleton. We were "fighting" these carnivorous vines. They were quite scary actually. Nearly choked Jayce and Leokas and knocked Walker unconscious.

That's really all I have to say; I'm too annoyed to write anything else. The sea air will be good for me, I think. Plus the sailors are fun, and they definitely appreciate a woman on board.

P.S.: Our boss disappeared, because Jayce made him angry. But he still paid us. I am getting rich, even with my half share. I can't wait to find a real city so I can buy some new shoes.
Session: 51st Game Session - Thursday, Apr 16 2015 from 6:45 PM to 9:45 PM
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Oma's Diary: Entry 612
Mmmmmmmmmmmh!!! I just finished having some "me time" in a tub of hot water. It feels so good to be clean again. This mattress is firm but comfortable. In fact, this room is almost as nice as mother and father's inn, though they do not have natural hot-spring water!

Where AM I now, you ask? I sit at an inn in a dwarven mining town. I'm deep UNDERGROUND. In the UNDERDARK!!! Rumnaheim Rift, they call it. I cannot describe how ugly dwarven women are, but the innkeeper was really nice and gave me the best room she had, since I am the only lady in the Misfits. All the dwarves here are especially disturbing to look at because they have red eyes and ghost-pale skin. I don't think they ever go out in the sun. I must admit, though, that the dwarves are cleaner and less smelly than I expected.

You must be wondering how that last battle went, with the spectre. Well, I was one of the stars of the fight! I sent missiles of magic repeatedly at the thing. Szordrin, the cat-eyed, bearded wizard in our group, was a copy-cow and used the same spell as I. Snotty Fipya kept throwing vials of holy water at it and missing. After I had nearly finished it off, the cleric-who-wouldn't-give-me-a-hug scared it off with his holy symbol, which only made it more difficult to destroy the thing, which was what we were supposed to be doing, but no one asked me. The crazy druid elf and I summoned creatures from elsewhere to chase the spectre down and they succeeded.

So Fipya let us go.

Unfortunately, Mythlos, the crazy fighter elf, had his life force drained from him by the spectre. He's really hilarious now, because he cannot remember meeting me or anything else for MONTHS! I think the CWWGMaH will be able to heal him like he did me, but he needs more diamond dust.

Once again, I saved the day. I prepared to summon extra horses so the group could move more quickly through the jungle. Tymora favored us, and we stumbled upon a yuan-ti camp. Usually, that would not be good luck, but we killed the snakefolk quickly... that is, once we figured out where they were hiding,... which my summoned eagle helped do.

The yuan-ti had a treasure map, but we were more interested in the dwarf cave noted on it. I should add that it was ME who translated the Draconic script on the map. (Although, I think now it was actually the yuan-ti tongue. A lot of the words were weird.)

Anyhow, to make a long story short, the beautiful bard and two of the elves went off alone and found the dwarves and then came back to get the rest of us, and now we are here.

As a side note, I need to find another game to play with Nargroth. I am starting to feel bad about always winning chess. Nargroth is very nice and friendly and funny — in a half-orc sort of way — and I don't want him to start feeling bad.

Poor Panther got sick. Fortunately, they have a magic necklace that cures diseases, so he's better now. He's purring right now at my feet drinking warm rothé milk that the nice dwarven lady gave him.

I think that's everything.

I should wash my dress so I can look good for our journey through the Underdark tomorrow. Then to bed. Good night.
Session: 49th Game Session - Wednesday, Feb 04 2015 from 6:45 PM to 9:45 PM
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Oma's Diary: Entry 611
Hello, World. Oma is BACK!

I'm supposed to be sleeping, as we wait to fight some ghost, but I am still too nervous about closing my eyes again. I'm not sure I'm even ready to write about the terrible nightmares.... No, I will not.

Last night, Nargroth stayed up all night to play chess with me. I won every game; he was not much of a challenge, but he was a doll for doing that for me.

I should back up. Nightmares? Ghosts? What are you talking about Oma? The last time I wrote here, I was on board The Daisy, writing about how much I wanted to eat up that sexy bard.

Well, we landed in Port Nyanzaru. It was a nasty place, worse even than Teshburl. We slept in a hostel that first night. I was quite proud of myself when I saw that I was the only one beside the stuck-up Calishite who had thought to bring a mosquito net. And Jayce had mocked my sack of supplies!

A man without arms was our guide the next day, but it was impressive to see how well he got on without them. He could even hold things with his toes!

The journey across the savannah was breathtaking — so many amazing animals. This was why I wanted to adventure! What my friends back in Memnon would say! My parasol and the skin lotion I had purchased kept me cool as the khanduq merchant had promised. I laughed inside at how hot and unprepared the others were.

They got a chance to laugh at me later, when I had forgotten that my magically summoned horse came with a time limit. He vanished right from under me and I fell soundly on my arse in the mud! Ha! Ha!

We stopped at our first Tabaxi tribe at the edge of the jungle. The little black-skinned children were SO CUTE!!! I wanted to squeeze all their little cheeks.

I was so tired and full of boar meat that night that I forwent writing in this book.

Let's see.... Oh yes, we ran into lizard people the next day. I saved the party's lives because I was the only one who could speak Draconic. But then Jayce shoved me aside and used his magic to talk with them. Despite his looks — have I mentioned them before — he can be so rude sometimes.

Anyhow, the lizard people let us pass after we translated some explorers journal for them. boring

We camped overlooking a big river — Soshenstar, I think. The moon was gorgeous reflecting off the water. Once again, I was too tired to write.

The next morning was horrible. Horrible, horrible, horrible! I watched our poor guide get eaten alive by a giant snake,... or nearly so. He was not swallowed, but the snake nearly bit his head off and crushed his bones. Is was most disturbing sound I have ever heard in my life. They then burned his body right then and there. What a horrible smell. It was so sudden, all of it.

The rest of the day did not get any better, at least not for me. The others simply hired another guard and continued on, as if nothing had happened. We did not get far before we were ambushed by an undead spirit. It came after ME. It looked like it was made out of thick, black fog, and it was wailing on about death and sorrow. I remembered screaming. I remember loosing my magic on it. I remember that no one else in the party seemed to be of any use at getting the thing away from me. It was flailing its arms at me, but they passed right through me. I don't exactly know what happened, but I realized a few moments later that I was no longer scared; I found the whole matter hysterically funny. I felt like I had drunk several gallons of Dad's wine, like that time that I DID drink two gallons of Dad's wine. (Shh! don't tell.) Then,... I honestly don't recall what happened next. After that, I found myself trapped in these horrible nightmares I dare not repeat. Perhaps I will another time.

Supposedly, I was gone for seven nights! I wet myself in my sleep; I've never been so embarrassed. They figured out how to wake me up for five minutes each morning. I barely had time to eat, drink, and clean up a bit. Thank the gods it was not the wrong time of the moon! And thank the gods that it rained so much these last few days, because not even my perfume could hide my stench. Ew, ew, ew!

While I was gone, I supposedly missed encounters with a weretiger, wild dwarves who thought Bevlin was a god or something, a giant spider, a dinosaur that nearly killed Belvin, and a fortune-teller with six fingers. (I'm sad that I did not get to have my fortune told. Maybe I would have learned if Jayce would ever make a move.)

Speaking (again) of Jayce, I'm told he also got this shaking disease. I wish I could have seen that; I bet he looked so funny.

Despite all I dislike in Hakam, I will say that he went out of his way to bring me back. That changed my opinion of him somewhat. Somewhat — I tried to give him a hug, but he wouldn't let me touch him!

Since my return to waking life, we've been stopped by stupid primitives who think we are evil because of Walker's boxes. They have sent us on a journey to destroy another ghost. (I for one am not going to go anywhere near the thing this time!) There is a native woman traveling with us. I was excited at first to have another woman in the party, but she does not treat me like an adult. I am tempted to have Panther use her bedroll as his litter box.

We saw a beautiful waterfall today, and the three elves went swimming. I was hoping to learn if elves look any different naked than humans, but Belvin turned into a crocodile before I could get a good look. (I know, how weird is that!)

Well, it grows dark now, and the others are waking up. Time to put this book away. I'll let you know how the battle goes.
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Oma's Diary: Entry 601
Shockingly, the leader of the Misfits, Jayce, kept his word. (That's the name that the halfling captain calls them, or us, I should say, since I am an adventuress now!) Jayce came for me last night, and I snuck out with him. He wrote up a contract for me and everything. (He forged the signature of the justicar with them; it was blatantly obvious to me.) I will get a half-share of any treasure. So, I did it; I am free from my boring, over-protective mother and my stupid, greedy father! Good riddance! I did not even have to give my body to Jayce for my plan to succeed,... though I can tell he wants it.

He made fun of my sack of things. Did he expect me to purchase a pack and hide it in my bedroom for the servants to find and tell Mother? Frankly, I think I am better prepared for a jungle than any of them, with the possible exception of the justicar. He's mildly attractive; it's too bad that he is a typical Calishite male and thinks I am property. scum. No matter, Jayce is gorgeous! I can look at him all day long. He's more attractive than any of the elves! (Oh, I didn't even know there were green elves until today. His skin is darker even than mine.) But back to Jayce — his music makes me want to melt!!! So I can forgive him for teasing me.

So here I am at sea. AT SEA!!! Can you believe it? I saw whales and dolphins this morning! Goodbye, Calimshan! Well met, Adventure! Meet Oma al Catahras, the dangerously beautiful conjuress! Ha ha!
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