Prologue: Preparations

Dear me, I'm writing this as a hopeful future explorer. My goal with this journal is to document my thoughts, and tribulations during whatever journey may come to pass as I leave the safety of the planar cities for the material.
 
Assuming I even remember I have this journal on my person to document things, it should prove a useful tool for study as a firsthand account of what's out there.
 
Now, you might be asking how I feel about this journey. Admittedly, I'm not nervous at all. This is what I should be doing, the power awakened in my blood is proof enough of that. (Besides which, if I have to spend another hundred years causing trouble for the Tower of Infinite Clarity, and the people I care about, I'll go completely crazy.) Confidence flows abound like the power within, which I'm coming to control more and more each day.
 
That is probably something I should document as a sort of self project. The power within me is still difficult to control, but I am at the point where I can willingly summon it! Dismissing it though is another beast entirely, that one might take a while to get right. Still, it should prove useful in the field, should it not turn on me and my allies entirely. I do not know how it will interact with whatever forces, planar or otherwise, that may influence it in the material world. Still, this is my destiny, so control or not I have to try.
 
In other news my longsword is as sharpened and polished as it can be. My gear is comfortable and made for movement and durability, it shouldn't shred as soon as I unleash my power at the very least. I am going to try and requisition some potions, my partner Saleesh, has a good rapport with the apothecary in the tower. I will ask her to try and procure me one, since I am no longer welcome in any room with loads of unstable material in glass containers. Not since...the incident about a hundred years past. I was kid, it's not important to note here anyway.
 
That about wraps up this journal entry. I am as ready as I can be. I will not falter in the face of danger, I will stand tall and make they who guide my path proud.
 
Vereshia Nodelmiir, First through the door, paving the way back home.
 
How could it go wrong?