Mich's Journal is simple in tastes. Bound leather, thick, but small enough to fit into his pockets. Although from the amount of pages listed in the index, it seems that he has enchanted additions into it when room became an issue. His writing is neat and spidery, flowing across pages in small print.
"Entry 65-00134 Sigil
Something is terribly wrong. I read my own journal in suspense as to what will happen next. My every memory of the events to follow my entering the Plane of Shadow are as incorporeal as the ethereal itself. There is no doubt now, something has gone horribly wrong.
I entered the Plane of Shadows in search of the Shining Citadel of legend.... but that isn't true at all. Its all here, in my journal, penned by my own hand. I was looking for something much grander. I was sent to prove that the Plane of Shadows was not just the depths of darkness, but a gateway. A gateway which lead to new multiverses, new existences. An infinity of potential energy, resources, and knowledge.... and what did I plan to do with it? The men whom I had allied myself with... were going to do unspeakable things to our reality. An army, backed by the combined power of an entire multiverse... shattering the walls of that existence to cascade into ours. To wage war on the Powers.
I was mad. But perhaps not so far gone as to allow such beings to see their plans through. I see no trace of the Order. Not a single man or woman written in those early pages of this journal have came upon me or vice versa.
I can't tell anyone of this. They'd think me barmey, and have me put into the Gatehouse. And if they didn't.... there are far worse places I would be sent."
A Plain Leather Journal
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*TheProvisionalRebel
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"Entry 65-01004 Sigil
The dreams persist. I sleep less and less each night, not from a physical inability, but from fear of what I might witness next. My mind has been touched, through some unknown means by an overtly hostile power. I know the imagery all too well.
Whatever has done this, whoever has done this, does not have my best interests in mind. Perhaps I knew something they wanted to extract and forget. I just can't remember. I need to find someone who can try to repair this damage... more pressing being the physical ailments. The would is festering beneath my skin.
A man is looking for me. I will do my best to avoid being found, but fate would have it mean its only a matter of time. I will need to be ready."
The dreams persist. I sleep less and less each night, not from a physical inability, but from fear of what I might witness next. My mind has been touched, through some unknown means by an overtly hostile power. I know the imagery all too well.
Whatever has done this, whoever has done this, does not have my best interests in mind. Perhaps I knew something they wanted to extract and forget. I just can't remember. I need to find someone who can try to repair this damage... more pressing being the physical ailments. The would is festering beneath my skin.
A man is looking for me. I will do my best to avoid being found, but fate would have it mean its only a matter of time. I will need to be ready."
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*TheProvisionalRebel
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"Entry 65-01054 Sigil
The affliction is worsening, like a festering wound beneath my skin.
Clerics of the higher planes have tried to heal me, to little effect. Priests of the lower planes have offered their twisting deals, but often to deaf ears. Even a shaman was unable to divine a solution, calling it an unnatural disease on my spirit.
I now then must turn to my own devices- experimentation, trial and error.
Exposure to negative energy was uncomfortable, but not as much as it should have been. Troublesome. But not so troublesome as the speed at which the physical manifestation spread during the experiment. Positive energy had little effect as well, although there was a visible shrinkage after the process had ended- not enough i'm afraid since I was almost exposed to enough energy to cause me to explode.
I will have to seek further aid on this matter from the academic community."
The affliction is worsening, like a festering wound beneath my skin.
Clerics of the higher planes have tried to heal me, to little effect. Priests of the lower planes have offered their twisting deals, but often to deaf ears. Even a shaman was unable to divine a solution, calling it an unnatural disease on my spirit.
I now then must turn to my own devices- experimentation, trial and error.
Exposure to negative energy was uncomfortable, but not as much as it should have been. Troublesome. But not so troublesome as the speed at which the physical manifestation spread during the experiment. Positive energy had little effect as well, although there was a visible shrinkage after the process had ended- not enough i'm afraid since I was almost exposed to enough energy to cause me to explode.
I will have to seek further aid on this matter from the academic community."