Entry xxx
(Fall, 4719 AR)
I had a dream tonight.
I almost panicked, but it appears to have had nothing to do with my mother… And while I can’t rule out her involvement, it seems unlikely.
I was not alone in this dream;
A Human wrapped in leathers wielding a sword & bow, for all his martial pretence I saw a spellbook and a number of scrolls on his belt.
An Orc, affable... He seemed well equipped enough to handle himself, but that did not stop him from ending up in a state of some distress.
Another Human, an archer with some arcane accomplishments. Accompanied by a lemur, perhaps a familiar.
The final human… A brute of a woman, all rage and contempt. My best efforts at friendliness were apparently not enough.
A kind Gnome. Timid, dishevelled hair full of leaves and twigs. A musician of some kind.
If any of them gave their names I don’t recall them or they weren’t worth recalling, but together we awoke in a dreamscape. It was a dreary and wet ruin.
My initial examinations told me that it was likely something powerful had brought us to this place for one inscrutable reason or another. A hollow reconstruction of something that hasn’t happened yet, perhaps a warning.
The Orc informed me that we were likely in a facsimile of someplace in the Mwangi Expanse, not a place I have ever been or intended to go, but I’ve since recalled that it hosts a well regarded school of magic. The Magaambya.
In short order there were several skirmishes with a variety of bees and the temperaments of each of my ‘companions’ became apparent. The large woman covered in burns and warpaint with an arsenal of weapons… Paranoid, violent, thankless and rude. She had the gall to accuse me of laying all manner of curses on her because SHE couldn’t hit her mark.
I should hope that I never meet her again.