I have been so thoroughly lost in my explorations of this world that it is only now that I realize I have not scribbled down what I have witnessed. Though my mind is sharp and crisp, it may not always be so – age and the arcane arts may take their toll.
Note: My apologies to my future students and disciples for the color of this ink. It is certainly not fitting for the style of text, where a reddish black would have been more appropriate. Unfortunately, I believe that Amden Sternfinger, the Dwarven Brewmaster who we travel with has taken a liking to my Ink as a ‘fancy new flavor enhancer’. My only condolence is knowing that his customers will likely be experiencing some terrifying mornings when their bowl movements and urine come out dark red.
But, I digress. Allow me to speak on a matter most intriguing to me -
The creatures here continue to be amazing, and I am left wondering how such a vast difference exists between the old world and this one. We have encountered all sorts of strange, niche-focused creatures, as well as indications of an entire reptilian or draconian based society. But few, if any, are familiar to me. Given normal species distribution, some of them should have show up in other parts of this world – at the very least, the massive Roc-like birds should have made an appearance.
But all of my studies indicate that to not be the case. It is possible that this diverse biological array comes from elsewhere, or it’s possible that they are recovering from some long passed cataclysm and have not yet needed to venture elsewhere. But, one thing is certain – this place, and it’s creatures are foreign to everything we’ve known.
The landscape continues to be interesting, with a particular edge of harshness. The cliffs and hills are blasted by the winds, stripping away the soil almost as quickly as it can accumulate. This has lead to some incredible sights and sounds, as well as the opportunity for profit. Already we have found forgotten ruins and a freshly exposed vein of precious metals. What more does this land hold that I might learn, or profit from?
My tutelage is nearing it’s conclusion, which is well enough; I am eager to fully claim my title as Nethermancer. Yet, despite my Grand-Mother’s claims that she is eager to be done with my, I suspect she may yet try to keep my company. Perhaps not as a student, but in some other capacity. I suspect that she may hope to gain passage into our world through my growing power. Only time will tell, but I consider it wise to be cautious in this matter.
Meanwhile, I continue to find the magical energies of this world strangely warped. Though they are not tethered to places of power, as they would be in the old world, they still have a certain pattern to them. I have yet to figure out what it is, but there is a flow and rhythm to it. Discovering and harassing that power will be crucial to my rise in power.
This must conclude my writing for now; we are about to set out, and I will not have my handwriting marred further by the bouncing of a wagon. What I have to say, what I have to record, is too important to suffer such flaws.