Journal of Wemba Oshrat
Kythorn 21, 1490 DR
After a well-spent holiday with Yolanda and mum and dad in Waterdeep, it is time for me to start my studies under Bèr Nolmiën. I still can't believe father has managed to procure me a place as his apprentice as he is said to only take up students every ten years... I do hope he has not traded in too much for this favour! The tower always spoke to me as if to say, "your destiny awaits," and now it's finally time for me to prove myself. I'm a little nervous, but I think I've got this. Kythorn 22, 1490 DR
I spent a full day trying to get into the arcanist's tower, to no avail. The door simply will not open, and if he is home at all, he does not seem interested in anwering the door. It is beautifully carved, though, with scripts of a forgotten language worked into its bronze lining. I wish I knew someone who could help me out with this. Oh well, he'll have to come out eventually, right? Kythorn 27, 1490 DR
A local grocer who works across the street from the arcanist was friendly enough to share some knowledge with me after I spent most of the week in front of his neighbor's door, books in tow, contemplating a way of getting inside. I've gathered some supplies and we'll see if this thing works first thing in the morning! Kythorn 28, 1490 DR
Well, I sure hope I've given that cabbage peddler a good laugh... I spent all day yesterday trying to light stupid beeswax candles in front of the door using different methods, to no avail. It took me way too long to realize he'd been playing a prank on me the whole time. I'll show him... I just have to practice this spell I've been working on by myself a little more. Kythorn 30, 1490 DR
Well, at least I've met the arcanist now. After fudging the spell and setting that poor grocer's entire house on fire, Bèr Normiël finally came out of his tower to douse the flames. He gave me a disapproving (but dare I say it: impressed) look over, checked his wrist, and then looked at the sky expecantly. Without so much as a word, he went back into the tower, but I couldn't see how he went back inside! This whole experience is so frustrating! Flamerule 1, 1490 DR
I knew I couldn't keep the lie up this long, but today I was got. Yolande came over to see what I was doing in the tower, to see how I was getting along, and well... I've never been great at keeping secrets from her, but it seemed like she knew immediately. She'd better not be reading my journal! Anyway, I am glad she came by, though, as she was able to identify the script on the tower door as Celestial, an ancient and magical language that only some people can speak, let alone read and write... she couldn't figure out the words though, but now that I've got a new lead, I'm determined to show this wizard a thing or two. Flamerule 6, 1490 DR
It's been nearly two tendays since I started my "apprenticeship," and I was finally able to get inside the tower. Inside, the arcanist applauded from a hovering comfy chair, commenting that the last two pupils had given up after a week, and the one before that took nearly a month to crack the code. Nevertheless, I'm not especially proud of my so-called achievement, as it's only now that I can start working on my skills with the wizard. He reminded me of that fiasco with the green grocer's house, and warned me against the dangers of unwieldy evocation magic, and promised to teach me how to weave such spells together more successfully. For the moment, however, he told me to focus on magical theory, cosmology, and the nature of the Weave. Flamerule 26, 1490 DR
I can't believe it's been twenty days since I updated my journal! I've been so busy with magical theory, and it really helps to have master Normiël nearby. Things that are described in the books only go so far, and I couldn't visualize it at first, but whenBèr master Normiël showed me exactly how to ""grab" a fragment of the Weave, I immediately understood. These raw particles of magic, they're all around us! We normally can't see them, but with the right amount of careful manipulation, they can be manifested into... well, anything!
Master has told me to practice this technique until I can do it by heart, only then should we move forward into casting spells. In the meantime, it's more reading and reading.
Midsummer, 1490 DR
Like every year on Midsummer, mum and dad prepared a lavish meal with golden breads and meads, plentiful greens, and a single whole pig. I extended an invitation to master Normiël, but he declined. Midsummer, he said, was an important day for diviners, and he had received a summons from Waterdeep to join in a debate about the meaning of the current year's name in the Harptos calendar: the year of the Star Walker's Return. I'm actually glad to be apart from him for an evening, I've seen so little of my family since I started here! Flamerule 16, 1490 DR
I'm finally able to manipulate the Weave in the way master showed me! Look, I can't exactly do it on cue, but I'm really getting better at it. It helps that I've collected some books on the subject from Shiarra's Market (and met this very handsome and dashing Amnian prince at that) to show me the way. Meanwhile, master has returned from Waterdeep. He hasn't disclosed the result of their meeting to me, though. Wizards can be so secretive! Eleint 23, 1490 DR
I know it's been a while since I've written an entry in my journal, but that's mostly because master has me write down everything I do in research logs instead. Now that I can play around with the fabric of the Weave a bit better, master has entrusted me with more meaningful tasks, which he still wishes to see recorded one step at a time, so I learn to do those things by heart as well. Master showed me a powerful scrying spell as well, using his magical mirror on the top floor of the tower. He told me that I should give it a try as well, but I couldn't find the focus needed to manifest a scrying eye, whatever that means. I suppose I'll learn soon enough. Eleint 29, 1490 DR
An earthquake hit Elturel today! Fortunately, master was able to predict the natural violence with ease, and precautions were taken to avoid damages to the city, so the effects were minimal. However, Yolande's husband was gravely injured in a collapse of a dockyard, and he's currently recovering from his wounds. My sister is now staying at my parents' house, and I was given permission to set up a bedroom in the upper room of the small tower. I've decided to take my journal there as well. Highharvestide, 1490 DR
Another great feast without introducing my mentor to my parents, master Normiël said he's close to a breakthrough in his research, and tonight is the last night that the planet Glyth was visible, so his focus is elsewhere. I wonder what's so important... or maybe he's just not a fan of social gatherings. Come to think of it, I don't think I've ever seen master have a single guest over. Marpenoth 3, 1490 DR
Master Normiël has arranged for a trip to Candlekeep! He has his own research to conduct there, but he wants me to tag along for the ride in order to broaden my knowledge. He said that I should see it as an opportunity to dive deep into magical theory, though I'm free to pursue other subjects if I want to. He's advised me to schedule my research ahead of time, since we're only allowed to stay for ten days. The journey itself will be longer than that! Marpenoth 16, 1490 DR
As a reminder of what I signed up for, master showed me a portion of his power as our horse-drawn cart was held up by highwaymen near Baldur's Gate (I should have known, that place is nothing but trouble!). With no more than a flick of his wrist and a whisper into his magic crystal, he made those bandits disappear, as if they hadn't even been there. The power of Mystra's blessing never ceases to amaze me. Marpenoth 23, 1490 DR
We've arrived, and Candlekeep is much larger than I imagined, although I don't know what to imagine of a place that famously houses a single copy of nearly every book that has ever been written! Master has provided passage for the both of us, handing the Avowed the original writing of his findings from the Highharvestide. The original! Can you imagine? They won't take copies, so it had to be the original work. We've been assigned different places to stay, where I'm in the Firefly Cellar and master is in the House of Rest. We were also assigned different guides, although I'm quite taken with mine. Fembris is an attractive young man who seems like he wants to impress me, although I'm not sure if he's being flirtatious or just boasting. We'll have to find out. Uktar 4, 1490 DR
Well, that was a well-earned vacation away from my studies, although I'm not sure if Bèr - I mean master Normiël completely agreed with my um... subject of studies. Fembris was a lovely young man to hang out with, and while I did learn a thing or two, most of the time I was just drowning in his eyes and his honeyed voice as he tried to explain things to me that I had no interest in knowing, other than to listen to his voice. I shall write to him sometime. Uktar 7, 1490 DR
Master and I have returned to Baldur's Gate, and we are currently staying at this place called the Elfsong Tavern. Can you imagine, a drinking hall with rooms to stay! Well, I'm likely not getting any sleep tonight so I'd better get back to practicing this spell master has gifted me in Candlekeep. It's meant to be performed as a ritual, and allows the caster to read scripts that are unfamiliar to their eyes. I'm not sure how it works, and master said he won't tell me the metaphysics behind the spell until I learn to master it. Uktar 21, 1490 DR
After a long and arduous journey full of autumnal rainstorms, we're finally back in Elturel. I've been getting better at the spell, which I've dubbed "comprehending scripts," and I can finally copy it into my own spellbook. It's not that thick yet, but at least there's some words on the pages now. Master said he'd have another test set up for me once I master the spell, and that once I do, I am free to move about the tower on my own. Feast of the Moon, 1490 DR
It was a small gathering this year, a little smaller than usual. Yolande cried a lot, as is to be expected. I hope mum and dad and I gave her the shoulder she needed. It can't be easy to lose your husband like that, and there was still so little by means of shared memories to remember him by... It's been a long day. Nightal 20, 1490 DR
The winter solstice is upon us, and, as master says, that is the best time to look to the stars! I was up all night with master as I write this, making notes and drawing little diagrams of the constellations. I simply couldn't share in his excitement as I really had no idea what any of it meant, and master said he'd be eager to tell me about it all, but for now, we would simply record the night sky for tomorrow's analysis. Nightal 21, 1490 DR
We've gone over it a couple dozen times, but something must be wrong. It has to be. According to master's divination, there is no future beyond exactly eighteen months from now. What if he made a mistake? Wizards make mistakes sometimes, don't they? Nightal 24, 1490 DR
Master has called for an emergency council in Waterdeep, and I am to join him as a scribe, recording everything that transpires there. Several other diviners have also called for a meeting, and this is it. We should be in Waterdeep come Tarsakh, which means master will miss the spring equinox. This must really be a groundbreaking discovery... Nightal 28, 1490 DR
We finally left for Waterdeep this morning, joining with a caravan of traders and travelers who are headed to Baldur's Gate first, to continue North until we reach Waterdeep. The caravan consists of a diverse group of people, with humans like master and me making up most of it, and halflings accounting for most of the rest. Two things stick out like a sore thumb: there's a group of adventurers that has joined us for the road, and they can't stop putting their noses where they don't belong. We're paying you to keep guard over us, what we do on the road should be our business alone. Right, there was another thing: one of the caravan's participants rides a heavy-looking dark wooden wagon, with dark draping covering every window, and it just gives off a bad vibe. Furthermore, the driver speaks in a heavy accent - Rashemi? - and doesn't want to tell us what he's transporting to the point of aggression. I won't sleep easily tonight, and I think I'll keep an eye open. Nightal 30, 1490 DR
We were attacked by cultists last night, but luckily the adventurers were able to defeat them without much of an issue. One of the halfling drivers, Pollo, was injured, however, and can't effectively drive his cart anymore. I volunteered to drive it for him, and found he's quite a lovely conversation partner. Unlike master Normiël, he knows how to carry a conversation and makes hours fly by like minutes. Hammer 8, 1491 DR
Ugh, Baldur's Gate again. A year ago, I wouldn't have thought that to study under Elturel's famous arcanist would mean traveling around in a wagon for six weeks out of the year and staying in rundown places like this. This "Blushing Mermaid" is even worse than that Elfsong from last month. They even serve goblins in here, and I'm pretty sure I saw some kobolds! Master said that he would cast an alarm spell on our room to stave off even the craftiest thieves, but if it were up to me we'd never have set foot in this hell-hole in the first place. What's wrong with going around Baldur's Gate? They charge ridiculous fees for transporting our cargo from one gate to the other, and I'll be impressed if we see even one box returned to us when we get to the Black Dragon Gate tomorrow. Hammer 12, 1491 DR
We are en route to a lovely little inn by the road of a farming town of which I've already forgotten the name, but master assured me that this is going to be a step up from that stinking harborside fish market we call Baldur's Gate. Master says he knows the owner well, and that they are courteous, welcoming, yet respectful of privacy. Some of the other caravan people join us inside, whereas others, including the adventurers, preferred to stay outside. Hammer 30, 1491 DR
While I'm glad that Pollo's arm has healed up, I'm now stuck with master Normiël as a caravan partner again. Too bad, because Pollo was teaching me Three Dragon Ante and I was getting really good at it! We've taken up some extra wagons in our caravan today, and I think one of them is covering up some facial tattoos, which I think is too bad as they can be very cool! Master has taken his distance from this individual as well, and asked me to do the same. Ches 12, 1491 DR
The Fields of the Dead are a relatively open space, and they're not great for winter's travel as the wind can really cool things down. However, that is the least of our worries. As one of the wagons got stuck on an icy track well, their drive shaft broke in two, and the wagon was badly damaged. Luckily, some of the adventurers guarding our caravan stepped in and repaired the drive shaft. I don't know why, but the driver got angry with them at first, acting as if caught in the middle of a crime. The caravan has asked master and me to aid in a ritual to shield us from the elements during the night, when we're at camp. It is unwise to light a fire here as it will attract unwanted attention, so we should look for other ways of combatting the cold of winter. Ches 20, 1491 DR
One of our fellow travelers; a nobleman from Baldur's Gate (where else), has taken a liking to mistreating his mount. I've noticed it for a couple days straight now, and he's not giving his mare enough feed either. This afternoon, however, she collapsed, falling onto her rider, who proceeded to hit the poor horse with his cane until she transpired. I was going to say something, but Pollo was already on the scene. He berated the pompous fool for his treatment of the horses, and said that if it were up to him, we'd all leave the fat patriar behind to find his way back on foot. Unfortunately, the nobleman's bodyguards stepped in and beat Pollo down, that poor halfling... while the rest of the caravan looked on. I secretly cast a bolstering spell to raise my halfling hero's morale, but it did him no good - he was knocked out cold and I had to take over the reigns from him once more. Oh! It just occurs to me that we completely missed the spring equinox, but master Normiël has been unnaturally quiet yesterday. Now I suddenly feel bad for disturbing him! I'd better leave him to his studies, for now. Tarsakh 4, 1491 DR
We've arrived in Daggerford, a small walled town with a lovely atmosphere and a bustling tavern scene. For now, we've left our belongings with the caravan in a guarded stockyard as we treat ourselves to a proper meal at a proper tavern. Then, it's off to a twelve-hour sleep in the most welcomed feather mattress bed I've ever slept upon. Tarsakh 7, 1491 DR
This is bad. One of the guards from the wagon that had broken down earlier was found dead at his station when we returned from camp this morning, and the accusations started flying back and forth. Apparently, there has been some discord between some of the caravan guards and this particular group of caravaners, and they now believe that it has lead them to murder?! I know it's only two more days until we get to Waterdeep, but I don't feel safe traveling with a potential killer among us. In the end, the guy with the face tattoos seemed to calm down the situation, although I'm not fully sure he did so by way of his charm, if you know what I mean... could this guy be a wizard? Tarsakh 9, 1491 DR
After nearly seventy-five days on the road, we've reached Waterdeep. About six months ago, I was here with my parents and Yolande, but things could not be more different. Instead of traveling by ship, we went by horse and wagon, for reasons still unknown to me. Where I had previously found the time to relax, we went straight for Mystra's temple in the Sea Ward for a short prayer and tribute, and continued to the Blackstaff's tower, not even taking the time to enjoy Waukeentide celebrations. Tarsakh 11, 1491 DR
Having to deal with master when he's in a fit of rage is... intimidating. Daunting, even. The Blackstaff had other duties during Waukeentide and was unable to meet with us yesterday, but she was available again today, or so we thought. She had a different appointment that couldn't wait, and even though our appointment had been planned for months, we were left to wait outside her office yet again. Eventually though, the Blackstaff did find her way to the Tower, and met with us briefly. She said that she had divined concerning things with respect to the year 1492 DR as well, although the interpretation of the night's sky was still being discussed among diviners and scholars of Oghma down at the Font of Knowledge. The Blackstaff claimed she had other duties awaiting her, and that we should join the debate in the Castle Ward; she would join up later, time allowing. Tarsakh 15, 1491 DR
We are a year and three months away from some calamitous event, and there is absolutely no sense of urgency from any of Oghma's clergy. They interpret our stellar charts differently, and refer to the newer information from the spring equinox, that is still being evaluated. The first signs point towards a balance restored, however. Furthermore, if such a cataclysmic event were to take place, certainly the prophet Alaundo would have written about it. Instead, the year 1492 DR was lovingly called the year of Three Ships Sailing. I know I'm just here to write these things down, but do they maybe have a point? I remember Fembris talking about Alaundo at Candlekeep. Apparently, he was one of the wisest sages who ever lived, and prophesised many things that have come to pass, as well as some that still haven't. However, nothing comes to mind with "Three Ships Sailing"... Tarsakh 30, 1491 DR
That's it, the council is through, with no conclusive thoughts of any kind. The analysis from the spring equinox came through, and what was missing from the previous charts had now been restored. Still, I feel uneasy thinking about it. The diviners all seemed to think it was a world-changing event that was about to happen. It matters not. We now prepare for our journey back to Elturel. I hope we meet Pollo along the way again, he was a nice enough guy. Mirtul 4, 1491 DR
Traveling by road in spring is a lot more pleasant than it is in the deep of winter, and I'm taking in every moment I can to stop and smell the flowers. We saw some young brown bears in the distance, enjoying a swim near the Delimbyr river earlier, and it just brought a smile to my face. Master Normiël brought me a new spell to learn as well - it was gifted to him by one of the other diviners on a vellum scroll, but he has no intention of mounting the piece on his wall, if it even makes the journey to Elturel. If I understand the wording correctly, this spell is meant to inscribe a message that is only accessible to the writer and whoever they deem trustworthy. Anyone else reading the message will see something completely different. The spell does come with a hefty cost, though, so learning this should be a lower priority. First, I'd like to try some more divination magic. Mirtul 29, 1491 DR
Pollo's wagon was seen nearby! I overheard some of our current caravan companions talking about a halfling with a temper who sells rugs from Amn and Calimshan, so it has to be him. I hope he joins up with our squad, we can certainly use the numbers against whatever everybody is so afraid of in the Fields of the Dead. Kythorn 4, 1491 DR
Well, that answers my previous journal entry. We met up with Pollo as he was setting up his camp, our caravan traveling at a slower pace but with large enough numbers to camp by the road. We agreed to let Pollo join the caravan, and many other drivers said they had had pleasureable encounters with him before. However, right before we went to bed, we (Pollo and I stayed up late talking to each other) heard someone or something nearing the camp. A raiding party of orcs surprised us, and they knocked me out cold; you can still see the scar their clubs left. Pollo did what he could, but to no avail, with all of our lives in danger to the mercy of forty-odd orcs, he lowered his crossbow and let them take what they wanted. When they tried to enter master Normiël's caravan, however, a loud ringing woke everybody up. A large number of orcs, maybe half of them, were startled so by the sound that they started running. The other half were put to sleep by magic; another spell I'm adding to my to-do list, if only to get out of situations like this. The orcs woke up not too long after, bound by their wrists and ankles, and left out in the field while we continued on our way. Kythorn 26, 1491 DR
I never thought I'd say this, but I'm actually glad to be back in Baldur's Gate. Now that I've spent some time on the road, I appreciate the rough-and-tumble taverns a lot more as you can talk to different people, be boisterous around fellow travelers, and pick a fight when you need to let loose. We've had no shortage of adventure on our trip, but I'm glad Elturel is just around the corner from here, so to speak. Oh, I nearly forgot! We are nearing my one-year anniversary as apprentice to the master! I haven't worked up the courage to ask him yet, but I'd like to introduce him to my family, especially now that we've been apart for so long. I wonder how Yolande has been. My leaving her side after such a life-changing event may have been a little brazen of me, and I'll have to make amends. Flamerule 3, 1491 DR
Summer has once again come along, and master Normiël has agreed to meet with my family over Highharvestide this year. I couldn't be more stoked! As soon as we rode into Elturel, I hopped off the cart and collected Cherise at the outskirt stables, then raced home to hug mum and dad. Yolande was also there, and we all had a good long cry before discussing all the ins and outs of my trip. I wasn't the only with good news, however, as my sister had been seeing a new suitor for the past few months, and had taken a liking to them. I asked father to write master Nolmiën an official invitation to the Highharvestide celebration, and slept in my own bed for the first time in what felt like years... Flamerule 25, 1491 DR
Things are slowly returning to normal, and master has approved my casting of the "comprehending scripts" spell, and he deems me ready for my test. Upon my entering of the tower this morning, I found myself in a room surrounded by mirrors encased in beautiful masonry. I was taken aback a little, knowing or at least thinking that I've been on every level of the tower by now. A small winged creature crawled out of a cozy corner it had made for itself in one of several wooden cabinets lining the walls, and introduced himself as master Normiël's familiar. It told me that master comes down to this level often when he is in need of some private time for research, or if he has need of a particular item that is stored on this level. It also told me that it would watch me progress through the test, and to notify master if there is any real trouble. I feel like I've been in this room for hours, and it just won't "click." I wish I could ask for a hint, a clue, or something. I've tried interacting with the mirrors, to no avail. I've tried looking through books and cabinets, but interestingly enough the books are written in a strange language. Even when I cast the new spell, I couldn't make heads or tails of it, no matter how long I stared at the letters. There's also a strange jewelled egg in the room that has constellations painted onto its surface. It turns on its axes, but I can't figure it out. It must be some sort of map Wow! I said the word 'map' out loud, and the pedestal in the center of the room started glowing. Mum always said it was a bad tic to have, not being able to write things down without speaking them aloud, well mum, look at me now! It just doesn't seem to have changed anything - the room is still the same. Flamerule 26??? 1491 DR
As there are no windows in this chamber, and food and drink is provided to me by means of the homunculus servant, I have no idea how much time has gone by, though I'm inclined to think it's been more than a day since I wrote anything down in the journal. The answer was so simple, I can't believe I hadn't thought of it before. Then again, it has been quite a while since I first solved the riddle at the door, and maybe that one has become too much of a habit for me. Upon talking to master, he told me that it was, in fact, not the right answer. He was impressed with the way I just figured one of the solutions out by chance, but bid me to try again until I was confident that I had found the right solution. Oh, the date above was incorrect by the way. Apparently, I've been down here for three days. Flamerule 30
I can't believe it has taken me this long to figure it out. Well, first and foremost I can't believe how tiny that writing on the marble was. Who made that, gnomes?! Well, anyway; it then took me another few hours to figure out the actual solution, and collected one of the books to present to my mentor. He saw that the writing was no longer mirrored (how did I miss that it wasn't a different language at all, but it was just mirrored?!), and nodded approvingly. Tomorrow, Bèr (for the first time, master has allowed me to use his first name!) will help me get my own research project started, and from then on I can use his personal library whenever I want. Eleasis 2
Oof! It's been a long night. Bèr has instructed me on how to formulate a research question, then went on to ask me what it is that I'd like to study. After passing on many different subjects for different reasons, we settled on Atropus and its influence on proceedings on Toril. While researching this subject will be mostly theoretical, master has also promised to instruct me in using his telescopes; both the small ones he keeps in the small tower, and the big telescope on top of the parapet of the great tower. Eleasis 16
I've come across some weirdly brilliant findings in my initial research of Atropus, but I've already written all of that down elsewhere and I'm not going to do that all again. This is, after all, a personal journal and not a lab journal. Most interestingly, however, I must note that Atropal is not just a planet, but it's a being. Eleasis 27
Don't worry, I'm still studying, but unlike some people I still have my earthly connections to keep up with, so today I took a little day off from research to have lunch with mum and Yolande. We engaged in some friendly gossip about Yolande's new romance, and I couldn't help but blush when we talked about my love life. Aside from a week with Fembris at Candlekeep, and a little "will they, won't they" with Pollo on our way to and from Waterdeep, there has not been a lot going on for me at all. I do miss Pollo, though. I should write him a letter! Eleasis 30
I've made a breakthrough on two fronts, both research and personal as I've just mailed my scented letter to Pollo at the post office! I hope he gets it, I hope he writes me back soon! When the teller asked me where to send it, I panicked: it turns out I never asked the poor halfling where he lives! Then I remembered, Bèr had a special scrying pool that I could use, but would that be OK with master? What if he disapproves? I can cast a simple augury spell, but that wouldn't be the same as knowing his exact location right now. I've made up my mind. I'm doing it. Eleint 1
Well, the good news is that I now know where Pollo is, namely somewhere between Amn and Baldur's Gate, and headed to the latter. The bad news is that Bèr caught me using the scrying pool without his knowledge. He was quite forgiving about it, but when he asked why I didn't just come to him, I had no answer. He was right, though, I should have trusted him. He is my mentor, and I'm using his resources, the least I can do is to be honest about it. Bèr went on to warn me against using divination magic for personal use as it almost always backfires: when we see something we're not meant to see, we're inclined to do our best in order to avoid that something. In doing so, nine out of ten times, we actually cement the outcome with our efforts, rather than escaping tragedy. It's a smart advice that I'll try to remember. Eleint 4
Another breakthrough in my research! Now I should take care not to confuse causality with coincedence, especially with data spread so thinly. Atropus is not a popular subject of study, especially since it appears so seldomly in the sky. But when it does... Eleint 12
A letter from Pollo came in the mail today! He says he's missed my company as well, and he'd like to meet up over dinner in Baldur's Gate. I hope Bèr will be OK with this! Eleint 13
I'm riding Cherise to Baldur's Gate tomorrow and meeting Pollo for dinner while he's in town! I never thought I'd be happy to go back to that city, but here we are. Life is strange and unpredictable, after all. Oh! I don't even know what to wear? I should take mum shopping! Today! Eleint 19
Pollo was so dreamy last night, a real gentleman, and a lot of fun. He was in town to try and sell some carpets, and is now going back to Amn, Athkatla to be precise. Oh, to run away with him and join the caravan life! But I can't, father has given up too much for my studies with master Normiël, and I owe it to my family. Speaking of which, the autumn solstice is in two days! I've been spending too much time with my head in the clouds, and now I'm at a risk of missing the most important celestial event of the year... I'd best collect Cherise and be on my way tonight. Eleint 20
I've said it before and I'll say it again, Baldur's Gate is nothing but a town of crooks and scumbags. What do they mean they have to "charge nighttime fees" if I want to collect my own horse, which I stabled at your yard for an enormous amount of gold, at any time of day or night?! What's even worse, when I got back to the gate, the Flaming Fist there said that I had to wait until sunrise to get back inside! The same guard that I had spoken to moments before! A copper piece on its end, this place, for sure. Well, it looks like I'll have to really pressure poor Cherise in order to get back in time... no stopping for water or feed, I'm afraid. Eleint 21
I didn't make it back to Bèr's tower in time, but I didn't have to. The skies have seldom been clearer, and the signs could be seen easily from the open field. There's no mistaking this bad omen over Elturel, as this is as bad as it gets: Atropus shone in a sickly red light above the night sky, visible even with the Companion's light. For a few moments I thought I could see the World Born Dead actually situated in front of the Companion, but that must have just been me. I'm still about half a day away from Elturel, and my horse simply has to stop and feed. I'm afraid I won't get any sleep tonight. Eleint 22
Bèr has also seen Atropus through the shine of the Companion, and his divinations had several other discomforting results. For now, he says, we should be on our guard, we should finish our analysis, and we should not lose focus to little things. Marpenoth 3
Oh no, I forgot all about the Highharvestide celebration! It would have been a welcome change of sceneray as well, rather than spending hours uopn hours staring into that egg, the stellar charts, and the telescope... I hope mum and dad can forgive me for this. I'd hoped to introduce Bèr as well! Marpenoth 7
I still haven't gotten any response from mum and dad. Yolande says that they're upset, and that they need some time to gather their broken pride and speak to me again. Oh, I wish I hadn't been so dead set on my studies... and Pollo, too, he must be waiting to hear from me! I feel terrible, I could really use a pick-me-up right now... Marpenoth 16
I've sent a letter to Athkatla five days ago. If Pollo is still there, it should reach him in about five more days. In that same time span, I've managed to talk to dad for a bit. Mum's very upset still, I've broken a tradition that she has kept in place ever since her own childhood, and for me to miss out on a year... that broke her heart. In the meantime, Bèr is pressuring me to do my research, but right now I'm struggling most of all with my own identity. Am I a wizard, or an Oshrat? Can I be both? Maybe an augury spell will make me feel better. I'll gather the components tomorrow. Uktar 2
I tried, I really did, but for some reason the augury spell fails. Bones shatter, dice fall on their corners, and coins land on their side rather than picking heads or tails. Master Nolmiën warned me about using divination for ones self, but I never expected the magic to take such a toll on me! I'm completely exhausted from all of those attempts. Maybe the scrying pool can give me an answer, but I'll have to ask Bèr to use it first. Uktar 22
The subject of my studies has taken a bit of a background to my personal life, and for now I think that's what I need. Whatever tragedy or cataclysm awaits, I just can't seem to do magic with all of this personal stuff on my mind. The scrying pool didn't provide any answers, either. When we (Bèr was there as well) asked the mirror about the future, it only showed darkness. I don't want to think these things are interconnected, but what if they are? Nightal
I hate the mess that this journal has become. Everything just seems detrimental in the grand scheme of things. I haven't seen or spoken to anyone other than my mentor for the past two weeks, and I don't intend to. Not until we've figured this out. The winter solstice is coming, and will hopefully provide answers. Hammer, 1492
Evaluating the winter solstice is proving to be... difficult. Not only has Atropus returned, which seems impossible given its normal trajectory, but it seems brighter than usual. A red dot dominates the Elturian skies, even during the day. The steller charts do not seem to indicate anything out of the ordinary and upon studying the jeweled egg, all is well. Bèr has indicated that he has perceived a slight curvature in the Weave. Nothing to worry about right now, but something to keep in mind. Alturiak
The curvature of the Weave keeps expanding, and we cannot figure out why, or where it's coming from. Letters from diviners in Amn, Cormyr, and even Silverymoon have arrived, stating that they have seen bad omens in the skies, and would once again like to organize a debate on the matter. Ches
This month has been a waste. Wizards bickering over where to hold their congress, hours spent staring at stellar charts attempting to find reasons where there are none. In the meantime, the fabric of the Weave keeps expanding, as we have been able to prove with newly calibrated Rashemi instruments. We have called for an audience with the High Observer, Thavius Kreeg, who has agreed to see us on short notice. Tarsakh
Such pompous fools are politicians! Kreeg didn't even come in person, he just sent one of his Companions to hear us out. When we showed them what was going on with the Weave, they assured us that the Companion will protect us, and that we should recall the Creed. We're not Hellriders, so I wonder what that even means?! The city is in clear danger, and politicians are not willing to act. We have to do something! Mirtul 24, 1492 DR
This is my last entry in this personal journal. To whoever finds this, good luck. The Weave is manifesting a portal around Elturel, and High Arcanist Bèr Normiël and myself are of an opinion that the entire city is to be transported elsewhere, though we do not know where. As time is slipping away, the High Arcanist is making preparations for a teleportation circle that may transport up to ten people directly to Baldur's Gate. If you come looking for us, then find us there. Wemba Oshrat
After a well-spent holiday with Yolanda and mum and dad in Waterdeep, it is time for me to start my studies under Bèr Nolmiën. I still can't believe father has managed to procure me a place as his apprentice as he is said to only take up students every ten years... I do hope he has not traded in too much for this favour! The tower always spoke to me as if to say, "your destiny awaits," and now it's finally time for me to prove myself. I'm a little nervous, but I think I've got this. Kythorn 22, 1490 DR
I spent a full day trying to get into the arcanist's tower, to no avail. The door simply will not open, and if he is home at all, he does not seem interested in anwering the door. It is beautifully carved, though, with scripts of a forgotten language worked into its bronze lining. I wish I knew someone who could help me out with this. Oh well, he'll have to come out eventually, right? Kythorn 27, 1490 DR
A local grocer who works across the street from the arcanist was friendly enough to share some knowledge with me after I spent most of the week in front of his neighbor's door, books in tow, contemplating a way of getting inside. I've gathered some supplies and we'll see if this thing works first thing in the morning! Kythorn 28, 1490 DR
Well, I sure hope I've given that cabbage peddler a good laugh... I spent all day yesterday trying to light stupid beeswax candles in front of the door using different methods, to no avail. It took me way too long to realize he'd been playing a prank on me the whole time. I'll show him... I just have to practice this spell I've been working on by myself a little more. Kythorn 30, 1490 DR
Well, at least I've met the arcanist now. After fudging the spell and setting that poor grocer's entire house on fire, Bèr Normiël finally came out of his tower to douse the flames. He gave me a disapproving (but dare I say it: impressed) look over, checked his wrist, and then looked at the sky expecantly. Without so much as a word, he went back into the tower, but I couldn't see how he went back inside! This whole experience is so frustrating! Flamerule 1, 1490 DR
I knew I couldn't keep the lie up this long, but today I was got. Yolande came over to see what I was doing in the tower, to see how I was getting along, and well... I've never been great at keeping secrets from her, but it seemed like she knew immediately. She'd better not be reading my journal! Anyway, I am glad she came by, though, as she was able to identify the script on the tower door as Celestial, an ancient and magical language that only some people can speak, let alone read and write... she couldn't figure out the words though, but now that I've got a new lead, I'm determined to show this wizard a thing or two. Flamerule 6, 1490 DR
It's been nearly two tendays since I started my "apprenticeship," and I was finally able to get inside the tower. Inside, the arcanist applauded from a hovering comfy chair, commenting that the last two pupils had given up after a week, and the one before that took nearly a month to crack the code. Nevertheless, I'm not especially proud of my so-called achievement, as it's only now that I can start working on my skills with the wizard. He reminded me of that fiasco with the green grocer's house, and warned me against the dangers of unwieldy evocation magic, and promised to teach me how to weave such spells together more successfully. For the moment, however, he told me to focus on magical theory, cosmology, and the nature of the Weave. Flamerule 26, 1490 DR
I can't believe it's been twenty days since I updated my journal! I've been so busy with magical theory, and it really helps to have master Normiël nearby. Things that are described in the books only go so far, and I couldn't visualize it at first, but when
Like every year on Midsummer, mum and dad prepared a lavish meal with golden breads and meads, plentiful greens, and a single whole pig. I extended an invitation to master Normiël, but he declined. Midsummer, he said, was an important day for diviners, and he had received a summons from Waterdeep to join in a debate about the meaning of the current year's name in the Harptos calendar: the year of the Star Walker's Return. I'm actually glad to be apart from him for an evening, I've seen so little of my family since I started here! Flamerule 16, 1490 DR
I'm finally able to manipulate the Weave in the way master showed me! Look, I can't exactly do it on cue, but I'm really getting better at it. It helps that I've collected some books on the subject from Shiarra's Market (and met this very handsome and dashing Amnian prince at that) to show me the way. Meanwhile, master has returned from Waterdeep. He hasn't disclosed the result of their meeting to me, though. Wizards can be so secretive! Eleint 23, 1490 DR
I know it's been a while since I've written an entry in my journal, but that's mostly because master has me write down everything I do in research logs instead. Now that I can play around with the fabric of the Weave a bit better, master has entrusted me with more meaningful tasks, which he still wishes to see recorded one step at a time, so I learn to do those things by heart as well. Master showed me a powerful scrying spell as well, using his magical mirror on the top floor of the tower. He told me that I should give it a try as well, but I couldn't find the focus needed to manifest a scrying eye, whatever that means. I suppose I'll learn soon enough. Eleint 29, 1490 DR
An earthquake hit Elturel today! Fortunately, master was able to predict the natural violence with ease, and precautions were taken to avoid damages to the city, so the effects were minimal. However, Yolande's husband was gravely injured in a collapse of a dockyard, and he's currently recovering from his wounds. My sister is now staying at my parents' house, and I was given permission to set up a bedroom in the upper room of the small tower. I've decided to take my journal there as well. Highharvestide, 1490 DR
Another great feast without introducing my mentor to my parents, master Normiël said he's close to a breakthrough in his research, and tonight is the last night that the planet Glyth was visible, so his focus is elsewhere. I wonder what's so important... or maybe he's just not a fan of social gatherings. Come to think of it, I don't think I've ever seen master have a single guest over. Marpenoth 3, 1490 DR
Master Normiël has arranged for a trip to Candlekeep! He has his own research to conduct there, but he wants me to tag along for the ride in order to broaden my knowledge. He said that I should see it as an opportunity to dive deep into magical theory, though I'm free to pursue other subjects if I want to. He's advised me to schedule my research ahead of time, since we're only allowed to stay for ten days. The journey itself will be longer than that! Marpenoth 16, 1490 DR
As a reminder of what I signed up for, master showed me a portion of his power as our horse-drawn cart was held up by highwaymen near Baldur's Gate (I should have known, that place is nothing but trouble!). With no more than a flick of his wrist and a whisper into his magic crystal, he made those bandits disappear, as if they hadn't even been there. The power of Mystra's blessing never ceases to amaze me. Marpenoth 23, 1490 DR
We've arrived, and Candlekeep is much larger than I imagined, although I don't know what to imagine of a place that famously houses a single copy of nearly every book that has ever been written! Master has provided passage for the both of us, handing the Avowed the original writing of his findings from the Highharvestide. The original! Can you imagine? They won't take copies, so it had to be the original work. We've been assigned different places to stay, where I'm in the Firefly Cellar and master is in the House of Rest. We were also assigned different guides, although I'm quite taken with mine. Fembris is an attractive young man who seems like he wants to impress me, although I'm not sure if he's being flirtatious or just boasting. We'll have to find out. Uktar 4, 1490 DR
Well, that was a well-earned vacation away from my studies, although I'm not sure if Bèr - I mean master Normiël completely agreed with my um... subject of studies. Fembris was a lovely young man to hang out with, and while I did learn a thing or two, most of the time I was just drowning in his eyes and his honeyed voice as he tried to explain things to me that I had no interest in knowing, other than to listen to his voice. I shall write to him sometime. Uktar 7, 1490 DR
Master and I have returned to Baldur's Gate, and we are currently staying at this place called the Elfsong Tavern. Can you imagine, a drinking hall with rooms to stay! Well, I'm likely not getting any sleep tonight so I'd better get back to practicing this spell master has gifted me in Candlekeep. It's meant to be performed as a ritual, and allows the caster to read scripts that are unfamiliar to their eyes. I'm not sure how it works, and master said he won't tell me the metaphysics behind the spell until I learn to master it. Uktar 21, 1490 DR
After a long and arduous journey full of autumnal rainstorms, we're finally back in Elturel. I've been getting better at the spell, which I've dubbed "comprehending scripts," and I can finally copy it into my own spellbook. It's not that thick yet, but at least there's some words on the pages now. Master said he'd have another test set up for me once I master the spell, and that once I do, I am free to move about the tower on my own. Feast of the Moon, 1490 DR
It was a small gathering this year, a little smaller than usual. Yolande cried a lot, as is to be expected. I hope mum and dad and I gave her the shoulder she needed. It can't be easy to lose your husband like that, and there was still so little by means of shared memories to remember him by... It's been a long day. Nightal 20, 1490 DR
The winter solstice is upon us, and, as master says, that is the best time to look to the stars! I was up all night with master as I write this, making notes and drawing little diagrams of the constellations. I simply couldn't share in his excitement as I really had no idea what any of it meant, and master said he'd be eager to tell me about it all, but for now, we would simply record the night sky for tomorrow's analysis. Nightal 21, 1490 DR
We've gone over it a couple dozen times, but something must be wrong. It has to be. According to master's divination, there is no future beyond exactly eighteen months from now. What if he made a mistake? Wizards make mistakes sometimes, don't they? Nightal 24, 1490 DR
Master has called for an emergency council in Waterdeep, and I am to join him as a scribe, recording everything that transpires there. Several other diviners have also called for a meeting, and this is it. We should be in Waterdeep come Tarsakh, which means master will miss the spring equinox. This must really be a groundbreaking discovery... Nightal 28, 1490 DR
We finally left for Waterdeep this morning, joining with a caravan of traders and travelers who are headed to Baldur's Gate first, to continue North until we reach Waterdeep. The caravan consists of a diverse group of people, with humans like master and me making up most of it, and halflings accounting for most of the rest. Two things stick out like a sore thumb: there's a group of adventurers that has joined us for the road, and they can't stop putting their noses where they don't belong. We're paying you to keep guard over us, what we do on the road should be our business alone. Right, there was another thing: one of the caravan's participants rides a heavy-looking dark wooden wagon, with dark draping covering every window, and it just gives off a bad vibe. Furthermore, the driver speaks in a heavy accent - Rashemi? - and doesn't want to tell us what he's transporting to the point of aggression. I won't sleep easily tonight, and I think I'll keep an eye open. Nightal 30, 1490 DR
We were attacked by cultists last night, but luckily the adventurers were able to defeat them without much of an issue. One of the halfling drivers, Pollo, was injured, however, and can't effectively drive his cart anymore. I volunteered to drive it for him, and found he's quite a lovely conversation partner. Unlike master Normiël, he knows how to carry a conversation and makes hours fly by like minutes. Hammer 8, 1491 DR
Ugh, Baldur's Gate again. A year ago, I wouldn't have thought that to study under Elturel's famous arcanist would mean traveling around in a wagon for six weeks out of the year and staying in rundown places like this. This "Blushing Mermaid" is even worse than that Elfsong from last month. They even serve goblins in here, and I'm pretty sure I saw some kobolds! Master said that he would cast an alarm spell on our room to stave off even the craftiest thieves, but if it were up to me we'd never have set foot in this hell-hole in the first place. What's wrong with going around Baldur's Gate? They charge ridiculous fees for transporting our cargo from one gate to the other, and I'll be impressed if we see even one box returned to us when we get to the Black Dragon Gate tomorrow. Hammer 12, 1491 DR
We are en route to a lovely little inn by the road of a farming town of which I've already forgotten the name, but master assured me that this is going to be a step up from that stinking harborside fish market we call Baldur's Gate. Master says he knows the owner well, and that they are courteous, welcoming, yet respectful of privacy. Some of the other caravan people join us inside, whereas others, including the adventurers, preferred to stay outside. Hammer 30, 1491 DR
While I'm glad that Pollo's arm has healed up, I'm now stuck with master Normiël as a caravan partner again. Too bad, because Pollo was teaching me Three Dragon Ante and I was getting really good at it! We've taken up some extra wagons in our caravan today, and I think one of them is covering up some facial tattoos, which I think is too bad as they can be very cool! Master has taken his distance from this individual as well, and asked me to do the same. Ches 12, 1491 DR
The Fields of the Dead are a relatively open space, and they're not great for winter's travel as the wind can really cool things down. However, that is the least of our worries. As one of the wagons got stuck on an icy track well, their drive shaft broke in two, and the wagon was badly damaged. Luckily, some of the adventurers guarding our caravan stepped in and repaired the drive shaft. I don't know why, but the driver got angry with them at first, acting as if caught in the middle of a crime. The caravan has asked master and me to aid in a ritual to shield us from the elements during the night, when we're at camp. It is unwise to light a fire here as it will attract unwanted attention, so we should look for other ways of combatting the cold of winter. Ches 20, 1491 DR
One of our fellow travelers; a nobleman from Baldur's Gate (where else), has taken a liking to mistreating his mount. I've noticed it for a couple days straight now, and he's not giving his mare enough feed either. This afternoon, however, she collapsed, falling onto her rider, who proceeded to hit the poor horse with his cane until she transpired. I was going to say something, but Pollo was already on the scene. He berated the pompous fool for his treatment of the horses, and said that if it were up to him, we'd all leave the fat patriar behind to find his way back on foot. Unfortunately, the nobleman's bodyguards stepped in and beat Pollo down, that poor halfling... while the rest of the caravan looked on. I secretly cast a bolstering spell to raise my halfling hero's morale, but it did him no good - he was knocked out cold and I had to take over the reigns from him once more. Oh! It just occurs to me that we completely missed the spring equinox, but master Normiël has been unnaturally quiet yesterday. Now I suddenly feel bad for disturbing him! I'd better leave him to his studies, for now. Tarsakh 4, 1491 DR
We've arrived in Daggerford, a small walled town with a lovely atmosphere and a bustling tavern scene. For now, we've left our belongings with the caravan in a guarded stockyard as we treat ourselves to a proper meal at a proper tavern. Then, it's off to a twelve-hour sleep in the most welcomed feather mattress bed I've ever slept upon. Tarsakh 7, 1491 DR
This is bad. One of the guards from the wagon that had broken down earlier was found dead at his station when we returned from camp this morning, and the accusations started flying back and forth. Apparently, there has been some discord between some of the caravan guards and this particular group of caravaners, and they now believe that it has lead them to murder?! I know it's only two more days until we get to Waterdeep, but I don't feel safe traveling with a potential killer among us. In the end, the guy with the face tattoos seemed to calm down the situation, although I'm not fully sure he did so by way of his charm, if you know what I mean... could this guy be a wizard? Tarsakh 9, 1491 DR
After nearly seventy-five days on the road, we've reached Waterdeep. About six months ago, I was here with my parents and Yolande, but things could not be more different. Instead of traveling by ship, we went by horse and wagon, for reasons still unknown to me. Where I had previously found the time to relax, we went straight for Mystra's temple in the Sea Ward for a short prayer and tribute, and continued to the Blackstaff's tower, not even taking the time to enjoy Waukeentide celebrations. Tarsakh 11, 1491 DR
Having to deal with master when he's in a fit of rage is... intimidating. Daunting, even. The Blackstaff had other duties during Waukeentide and was unable to meet with us yesterday, but she was available again today, or so we thought. She had a different appointment that couldn't wait, and even though our appointment had been planned for months, we were left to wait outside her office yet again. Eventually though, the Blackstaff did find her way to the Tower, and met with us briefly. She said that she had divined concerning things with respect to the year 1492 DR as well, although the interpretation of the night's sky was still being discussed among diviners and scholars of Oghma down at the Font of Knowledge. The Blackstaff claimed she had other duties awaiting her, and that we should join the debate in the Castle Ward; she would join up later, time allowing. Tarsakh 15, 1491 DR
We are a year and three months away from some calamitous event, and there is absolutely no sense of urgency from any of Oghma's clergy. They interpret our stellar charts differently, and refer to the newer information from the spring equinox, that is still being evaluated. The first signs point towards a balance restored, however. Furthermore, if such a cataclysmic event were to take place, certainly the prophet Alaundo would have written about it. Instead, the year 1492 DR was lovingly called the year of Three Ships Sailing. I know I'm just here to write these things down, but do they maybe have a point? I remember Fembris talking about Alaundo at Candlekeep. Apparently, he was one of the wisest sages who ever lived, and prophesised many things that have come to pass, as well as some that still haven't. However, nothing comes to mind with "Three Ships Sailing"... Tarsakh 30, 1491 DR
That's it, the council is through, with no conclusive thoughts of any kind. The analysis from the spring equinox came through, and what was missing from the previous charts had now been restored. Still, I feel uneasy thinking about it. The diviners all seemed to think it was a world-changing event that was about to happen. It matters not. We now prepare for our journey back to Elturel. I hope we meet Pollo along the way again, he was a nice enough guy. Mirtul 4, 1491 DR
Traveling by road in spring is a lot more pleasant than it is in the deep of winter, and I'm taking in every moment I can to stop and smell the flowers. We saw some young brown bears in the distance, enjoying a swim near the Delimbyr river earlier, and it just brought a smile to my face. Master Normiël brought me a new spell to learn as well - it was gifted to him by one of the other diviners on a vellum scroll, but he has no intention of mounting the piece on his wall, if it even makes the journey to Elturel. If I understand the wording correctly, this spell is meant to inscribe a message that is only accessible to the writer and whoever they deem trustworthy. Anyone else reading the message will see something completely different. The spell does come with a hefty cost, though, so learning this should be a lower priority. First, I'd like to try some more divination magic. Mirtul 29, 1491 DR
Pollo's wagon was seen nearby! I overheard some of our current caravan companions talking about a halfling with a temper who sells rugs from Amn and Calimshan, so it has to be him. I hope he joins up with our squad, we can certainly use the numbers against whatever everybody is so afraid of in the Fields of the Dead. Kythorn 4, 1491 DR
Well, that answers my previous journal entry. We met up with Pollo as he was setting up his camp, our caravan traveling at a slower pace but with large enough numbers to camp by the road. We agreed to let Pollo join the caravan, and many other drivers said they had had pleasureable encounters with him before. However, right before we went to bed, we (Pollo and I stayed up late talking to each other) heard someone or something nearing the camp. A raiding party of orcs surprised us, and they knocked me out cold; you can still see the scar their clubs left. Pollo did what he could, but to no avail, with all of our lives in danger to the mercy of forty-odd orcs, he lowered his crossbow and let them take what they wanted. When they tried to enter master Normiël's caravan, however, a loud ringing woke everybody up. A large number of orcs, maybe half of them, were startled so by the sound that they started running. The other half were put to sleep by magic; another spell I'm adding to my to-do list, if only to get out of situations like this. The orcs woke up not too long after, bound by their wrists and ankles, and left out in the field while we continued on our way. Kythorn 26, 1491 DR
I never thought I'd say this, but I'm actually glad to be back in Baldur's Gate. Now that I've spent some time on the road, I appreciate the rough-and-tumble taverns a lot more as you can talk to different people, be boisterous around fellow travelers, and pick a fight when you need to let loose. We've had no shortage of adventure on our trip, but I'm glad Elturel is just around the corner from here, so to speak. Oh, I nearly forgot! We are nearing my one-year anniversary as apprentice to the master! I haven't worked up the courage to ask him yet, but I'd like to introduce him to my family, especially now that we've been apart for so long. I wonder how Yolande has been. My leaving her side after such a life-changing event may have been a little brazen of me, and I'll have to make amends. Flamerule 3, 1491 DR
Summer has once again come along, and master Normiël has agreed to meet with my family over Highharvestide this year. I couldn't be more stoked! As soon as we rode into Elturel, I hopped off the cart and collected Cherise at the outskirt stables, then raced home to hug mum and dad. Yolande was also there, and we all had a good long cry before discussing all the ins and outs of my trip. I wasn't the only with good news, however, as my sister had been seeing a new suitor for the past few months, and had taken a liking to them. I asked father to write master Nolmiën an official invitation to the Highharvestide celebration, and slept in my own bed for the first time in what felt like years... Flamerule 25, 1491 DR
Things are slowly returning to normal, and master has approved my casting of the "comprehending scripts" spell, and he deems me ready for my test. Upon my entering of the tower this morning, I found myself in a room surrounded by mirrors encased in beautiful masonry. I was taken aback a little, knowing or at least thinking that I've been on every level of the tower by now. A small winged creature crawled out of a cozy corner it had made for itself in one of several wooden cabinets lining the walls, and introduced himself as master Normiël's familiar. It told me that master comes down to this level often when he is in need of some private time for research, or if he has need of a particular item that is stored on this level. It also told me that it would watch me progress through the test, and to notify master if there is any real trouble. I feel like I've been in this room for hours, and it just won't "click." I wish I could ask for a hint, a clue, or something. I've tried interacting with the mirrors, to no avail. I've tried looking through books and cabinets, but interestingly enough the books are written in a strange language. Even when I cast the new spell, I couldn't make heads or tails of it, no matter how long I stared at the letters. There's also a strange jewelled egg in the room that has constellations painted onto its surface. It turns on its axes, but I can't figure it out. It must be some sort of map Wow! I said the word 'map' out loud, and the pedestal in the center of the room started glowing. Mum always said it was a bad tic to have, not being able to write things down without speaking them aloud, well mum, look at me now! It just doesn't seem to have changed anything - the room is still the same. Flamerule 26??? 1491 DR
As there are no windows in this chamber, and food and drink is provided to me by means of the homunculus servant, I have no idea how much time has gone by, though I'm inclined to think it's been more than a day since I wrote anything down in the journal. The answer was so simple, I can't believe I hadn't thought of it before. Then again, it has been quite a while since I first solved the riddle at the door, and maybe that one has become too much of a habit for me. Upon talking to master, he told me that it was, in fact, not the right answer. He was impressed with the way I just figured one of the solutions out by chance, but bid me to try again until I was confident that I had found the right solution. Oh, the date above was incorrect by the way. Apparently, I've been down here for three days. Flamerule 30
I can't believe it has taken me this long to figure it out. Well, first and foremost I can't believe how tiny that writing on the marble was. Who made that, gnomes?! Well, anyway; it then took me another few hours to figure out the actual solution, and collected one of the books to present to my mentor. He saw that the writing was no longer mirrored (how did I miss that it wasn't a different language at all, but it was just mirrored?!), and nodded approvingly. Tomorrow, Bèr (for the first time, master has allowed me to use his first name!) will help me get my own research project started, and from then on I can use his personal library whenever I want. Eleasis 2
Oof! It's been a long night. Bèr has instructed me on how to formulate a research question, then went on to ask me what it is that I'd like to study. After passing on many different subjects for different reasons, we settled on Atropus and its influence on proceedings on Toril. While researching this subject will be mostly theoretical, master has also promised to instruct me in using his telescopes; both the small ones he keeps in the small tower, and the big telescope on top of the parapet of the great tower. Eleasis 16
I've come across some weirdly brilliant findings in my initial research of Atropus, but I've already written all of that down elsewhere and I'm not going to do that all again. This is, after all, a personal journal and not a lab journal. Most interestingly, however, I must note that Atropal is not just a planet, but it's a being. Eleasis 27
Don't worry, I'm still studying, but unlike some people I still have my earthly connections to keep up with, so today I took a little day off from research to have lunch with mum and Yolande. We engaged in some friendly gossip about Yolande's new romance, and I couldn't help but blush when we talked about my love life. Aside from a week with Fembris at Candlekeep, and a little "will they, won't they" with Pollo on our way to and from Waterdeep, there has not been a lot going on for me at all. I do miss Pollo, though. I should write him a letter! Eleasis 30
I've made a breakthrough on two fronts, both research and personal as I've just mailed my scented letter to Pollo at the post office! I hope he gets it, I hope he writes me back soon! When the teller asked me where to send it, I panicked: it turns out I never asked the poor halfling where he lives! Then I remembered, Bèr had a special scrying pool that I could use, but would that be OK with master? What if he disapproves? I can cast a simple augury spell, but that wouldn't be the same as knowing his exact location right now. I've made up my mind. I'm doing it. Eleint 1
Well, the good news is that I now know where Pollo is, namely somewhere between Amn and Baldur's Gate, and headed to the latter. The bad news is that Bèr caught me using the scrying pool without his knowledge. He was quite forgiving about it, but when he asked why I didn't just come to him, I had no answer. He was right, though, I should have trusted him. He is my mentor, and I'm using his resources, the least I can do is to be honest about it. Bèr went on to warn me against using divination magic for personal use as it almost always backfires: when we see something we're not meant to see, we're inclined to do our best in order to avoid that something. In doing so, nine out of ten times, we actually cement the outcome with our efforts, rather than escaping tragedy. It's a smart advice that I'll try to remember. Eleint 4
Another breakthrough in my research! Now I should take care not to confuse causality with coincedence, especially with data spread so thinly. Atropus is not a popular subject of study, especially since it appears so seldomly in the sky. But when it does... Eleint 12
A letter from Pollo came in the mail today! He says he's missed my company as well, and he'd like to meet up over dinner in Baldur's Gate. I hope Bèr will be OK with this! Eleint 13
I'm riding Cherise to Baldur's Gate tomorrow and meeting Pollo for dinner while he's in town! I never thought I'd be happy to go back to that city, but here we are. Life is strange and unpredictable, after all. Oh! I don't even know what to wear? I should take mum shopping! Today! Eleint 19
Pollo was so dreamy last night, a real gentleman, and a lot of fun. He was in town to try and sell some carpets, and is now going back to Amn, Athkatla to be precise. Oh, to run away with him and join the caravan life! But I can't, father has given up too much for my studies with master Normiël, and I owe it to my family. Speaking of which, the autumn solstice is in two days! I've been spending too much time with my head in the clouds, and now I'm at a risk of missing the most important celestial event of the year... I'd best collect Cherise and be on my way tonight. Eleint 20
I've said it before and I'll say it again, Baldur's Gate is nothing but a town of crooks and scumbags. What do they mean they have to "charge nighttime fees" if I want to collect my own horse, which I stabled at your yard for an enormous amount of gold, at any time of day or night?! What's even worse, when I got back to the gate, the Flaming Fist there said that I had to wait until sunrise to get back inside! The same guard that I had spoken to moments before! A copper piece on its end, this place, for sure. Well, it looks like I'll have to really pressure poor Cherise in order to get back in time... no stopping for water or feed, I'm afraid. Eleint 21
I didn't make it back to Bèr's tower in time, but I didn't have to. The skies have seldom been clearer, and the signs could be seen easily from the open field. There's no mistaking this bad omen over Elturel, as this is as bad as it gets: Atropus shone in a sickly red light above the night sky, visible even with the Companion's light. For a few moments I thought I could see the World Born Dead actually situated in front of the Companion, but that must have just been me. I'm still about half a day away from Elturel, and my horse simply has to stop and feed. I'm afraid I won't get any sleep tonight. Eleint 22
Bèr has also seen Atropus through the shine of the Companion, and his divinations had several other discomforting results. For now, he says, we should be on our guard, we should finish our analysis, and we should not lose focus to little things. Marpenoth 3
Oh no, I forgot all about the Highharvestide celebration! It would have been a welcome change of sceneray as well, rather than spending hours uopn hours staring into that egg, the stellar charts, and the telescope... I hope mum and dad can forgive me for this. I'd hoped to introduce Bèr as well! Marpenoth 7
I still haven't gotten any response from mum and dad. Yolande says that they're upset, and that they need some time to gather their broken pride and speak to me again. Oh, I wish I hadn't been so dead set on my studies... and Pollo, too, he must be waiting to hear from me! I feel terrible, I could really use a pick-me-up right now... Marpenoth 16
I've sent a letter to Athkatla five days ago. If Pollo is still there, it should reach him in about five more days. In that same time span, I've managed to talk to dad for a bit. Mum's very upset still, I've broken a tradition that she has kept in place ever since her own childhood, and for me to miss out on a year... that broke her heart. In the meantime, Bèr is pressuring me to do my research, but right now I'm struggling most of all with my own identity. Am I a wizard, or an Oshrat? Can I be both? Maybe an augury spell will make me feel better. I'll gather the components tomorrow. Uktar 2
I tried, I really did, but for some reason the augury spell fails. Bones shatter, dice fall on their corners, and coins land on their side rather than picking heads or tails. Master Nolmiën warned me about using divination for ones self, but I never expected the magic to take such a toll on me! I'm completely exhausted from all of those attempts. Maybe the scrying pool can give me an answer, but I'll have to ask Bèr to use it first. Uktar 22
The subject of my studies has taken a bit of a background to my personal life, and for now I think that's what I need. Whatever tragedy or cataclysm awaits, I just can't seem to do magic with all of this personal stuff on my mind. The scrying pool didn't provide any answers, either. When we (Bèr was there as well) asked the mirror about the future, it only showed darkness. I don't want to think these things are interconnected, but what if they are? Nightal
I hate the mess that this journal has become. Everything just seems detrimental in the grand scheme of things. I haven't seen or spoken to anyone other than my mentor for the past two weeks, and I don't intend to. Not until we've figured this out. The winter solstice is coming, and will hopefully provide answers. Hammer, 1492
Evaluating the winter solstice is proving to be... difficult. Not only has Atropus returned, which seems impossible given its normal trajectory, but it seems brighter than usual. A red dot dominates the Elturian skies, even during the day. The steller charts do not seem to indicate anything out of the ordinary and upon studying the jeweled egg, all is well. Bèr has indicated that he has perceived a slight curvature in the Weave. Nothing to worry about right now, but something to keep in mind. Alturiak
The curvature of the Weave keeps expanding, and we cannot figure out why, or where it's coming from. Letters from diviners in Amn, Cormyr, and even Silverymoon have arrived, stating that they have seen bad omens in the skies, and would once again like to organize a debate on the matter. Ches
This month has been a waste. Wizards bickering over where to hold their congress, hours spent staring at stellar charts attempting to find reasons where there are none. In the meantime, the fabric of the Weave keeps expanding, as we have been able to prove with newly calibrated Rashemi instruments. We have called for an audience with the High Observer, Thavius Kreeg, who has agreed to see us on short notice. Tarsakh
Such pompous fools are politicians! Kreeg didn't even come in person, he just sent one of his Companions to hear us out. When we showed them what was going on with the Weave, they assured us that the Companion will protect us, and that we should recall the Creed. We're not Hellriders, so I wonder what that even means?! The city is in clear danger, and politicians are not willing to act. We have to do something! Mirtul 24, 1492 DR
This is my last entry in this personal journal. To whoever finds this, good luck. The Weave is manifesting a portal around Elturel, and High Arcanist Bèr Normiël and myself are of an opinion that the entire city is to be transported elsewhere, though we do not know where. As time is slipping away, the High Arcanist is making preparations for a teleportation circle that may transport up to ten people directly to Baldur's Gate. If you come looking for us, then find us there. Wemba Oshrat
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