Emet-Selch's Journal @ Magisteria

[emet_sulk]

When Emet-Selch next steps into the light of Magisteria, he will find a meticulously crafted welcome at his doorstep. The gift, presented by the unofficial welcoming committee of Magisteria, consists of an elegantly bound journal that appears ancient yet is surprisingly resilient. The cover is embossed with a stylized depiction of Amaurot, resonating with a faint, ethereal glow, inviting the touch of those who appreciate the depth of history.

Inside, the pages are blank, but they possess an enchanting quality. Accompanying the journal is a note that reads:

"To the architect of worlds, may this tome serve as a canvas for your memories and creations. May the echoes of Amaurot guide you in your journey through Magisteria, revealing pathways to knowledge and power once thought lost."

The journal, while currently a vessel for Emet-Selch's thoughts and creativity, hints at latent abilities that may manifest in time!

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Entry 001

[emet_sulk]

[ The first sentences are written awkwardly and with several false starts, suggesting hesitation in putting pen to paper. ]

First day in a new
I don't know what
Somehow I've been transported to

They are both here. I could not bring myself to confess the gap in years, centuries, millennia between myself and Azem. I am sure that it will come out eventually. There is no hiding this sort of thing and the longer I put it off the worse Azem's reaction will be. Yet I cannot help but want to preserve this familiar peace between us - such is the weakness of my heart. After all this time I have the chance to live out my days with them in a new, unfamiliar world that will surely fuel their endless curiosity.

Both of them have already begun to adapt to the culture and technology here. Even now, I find it difficult to do the same. My strength in magic has defined me for the past twelve thousand years. It has made me a god amongst men. What am I without it?

Entry 002

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[ There is a rough sketch of a sample of machinery he had a chance to observe earlier in the day. ]

This is beyond any technology I have seen across the shards. Such a seamless blend of magic and machinery. Allag managed miraculous feats but their empire brutalised nature. Garlemald could perhaps create something both marvellous and elegant. They were partway there before the collapse of the Empire.

Entry 003

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Sampled some local food. They have pizza here as well. Azem was disappointed at my familiarity with it. Should I pretend to have no experience? They are naturally curious and will ask questions if I'm not careful.

Entry 004

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Rhea'li has been using Ifrit as a campfire. I cannot begin to describe my exasperation with this one.

Entry 005

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Azem plans to travel again of course. I will join them. I would never let them out of my sight if I could but the city, this star, it gives me a headache in ways Etheirys never did. There is too much magic in the air and everywhere around me.

Rhea'li suggested living outside the city. I don't know if I could bear to be away from civilisation now.

[ There is a sketch here of the sea bear which has been following him around. ]

The longer I avoid the truth the worse my guilt grows. Yet I still cannot bring myself to confess. I want to be by their side again.

Entry 006

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[ An entire few pages is dedicated to sketches of local technology and ruminations on how Bios interacts to make them function. There are a few original drawings of his own musing on how to marry his own knowledge with that of this world's. ]