Wednesday, June 23, 2004
Unknown AM The year of lightning Storms 1374
I am dead. Or I was dead. It is difficult to say such a thing. I know I died. I do not remember what happened after that moment when the javelin pieced my body. A moment of fog after I woke up in a temple with my friends. I remember points in the combat where I questioned what I should do. I scoured through my mind and scrolls pondering what could help. Tage asked me to save my spells for the correct moment and I pondered what spells could I possibly have that would make a difference. I remember casting a cantrip to check and see if a spell was still activate and another spell going off. Moments where I was not fully concentrating or paying attention. Simple errors that hurt everyone around me. More people were hurt due to my lack of offensive spells. I had wasted my time with spells to enhance my spell casting ability when I could have prepared something else. I remember watching a hallway where some priestess disappeared behind some stone. I stayed back and watched not because I knew they would come back out. I stayed behind because I knew I could do little out on the field. I came out when I realized people were getting hurt badly. I tried to make a stand and I failed. We won and are now honored by the Lords of Waterdeep. Still their honoring feels like they are setting us up for something. I feel like a piece in a game where I cannot see my foes nor do I know what strategy my commander is using. Will I be a willing piece of the game? I don’t think so. I shall have to take better care in being prepared. I will not be useless next time. I often feel that I do not pull my weight and am just someone that comes along for the ride. That I shall have to change.
So the Lords of Waterdeep had watched the battle. I carefully reviewed it to find out if my secret was revealed. I have no clue what spells Lia cast on me to charge up my spellfire but they did the trick. I shall concentrate more on my studies of this ability to ensure I am not caught unprepared in the future.
I am dead. Or I was dead. It is difficult to say such a thing. I know I died. I do not remember what happened after that moment when the javelin pieced my body. A moment of fog after I woke up in a temple with my friends. I remember points in the combat where I questioned what I should do. I scoured through my mind and scrolls pondering what could help. Tage asked me to save my spells for the correct moment and I pondered what spells could I possibly have that would make a difference. I remember casting a cantrip to check and see if a spell was still activate and another spell going off. Moments where I was not fully concentrating or paying attention. Simple errors that hurt everyone around me. More people were hurt due to my lack of offensive spells. I had wasted my time with spells to enhance my spell casting ability when I could have prepared something else. I remember watching a hallway where some priestess disappeared behind some stone. I stayed back and watched not because I knew they would come back out. I stayed behind because I knew I could do little out on the field. I came out when I realized people were getting hurt badly. I tried to make a stand and I failed. We won and are now honored by the Lords of Waterdeep. Still their honoring feels like they are setting us up for something. I feel like a piece in a game where I cannot see my foes nor do I know what strategy my commander is using. Will I be a willing piece of the game? I don’t think so. I shall have to take better care in being prepared. I will not be useless next time. I often feel that I do not pull my weight and am just someone that comes along for the ride. That I shall have to change.
So the Lords of Waterdeep had watched the battle. I carefully reviewed it to find out if my secret was revealed. I have no clue what spells Lia cast on me to charge up my spellfire but they did the trick. I shall concentrate more on my studies of this ability to ensure I am not caught unprepared in the future.
