<time datetime=“2015-11-27T16:04:44-06:00”>November 27, 2015</time>
Today started in a curious manner. Over breakfast I met with Desmond. As always his never ceasing tirade of questions at first seemed a distraction from the simple joys of my omelette, but soon he came full circle to the topic he wished to discuss. Namely the conjuration and control of extra planar beings, the necessary precautions needed to bind them and the moral and social consequences and implications to said practice. I Will admit that the entire conversation is a practice of the mind for me. As after years of training and attempts I still cannot perform feats that are second nature to children. My crowning achievement being the cold spell I finally seem to have mastered. Though I must keep my elation at this small victory contained due to the current stigma against my victory in the tournament and the my position as a instructor despite my mystical shortcomings.
I find myself troubled by the fact that I am begrudged due to my lack in obvert magic both disturbing and intriguing. In some ways I am both a example of how far the university needs to go and an example of how far it has come.
But I digress, After a rather stimulating breakfast and conversation with Desmond I found myself called into the council building for some meeting. I must admit It came as a shock, and I was at a loss for why I would be called. I have my uses, and I will say I am more qualified than many to answer any questions they may have. I will begrudgingly admit that among the council and the inner circles there are likely those better suited to whatever task they have at hand. But we shall see.
<time datetime=“2016-02-17T20:46:57-06:00”>February 17, 2016</time>
Immediately after Return.
So many events have unfolded in recent weeks. Together me and the fellows left on that doom-riddled task. While I would reason that the task itself was completed to the best of our collective abilities, I cannot help but shake the suspicion that me and my rather unenthusiastic compatriots have blundered into a situation beyond what we expected.
The magic we experienced is not to be unexpected. But so many other coincidences both fortuitous and calamitous have shaken off whatever doubts about the neccessity of my continued contributions outside the fields of academia. The encounters with beings ripped seemingly from the vestiges of my past have… intrigued me. There is a purpose behind what they are doing, I know it to be true. But the evidence for this is nearly completely absent. The random appearances and the haphazard actions that the fiends took out in the field seemed to be for no greater purpose other then to delay us, But to what purpose? That I could not say as it escapes me.
As to the unforeseen allies acquired along the way. The other Tiefling, Cass, he is an enigma. He gives no outward indications of malcontent or maliciousness. (Outside of his childlike glee at the immolation of living things) But his evasiveness when it comes to matters of his past lead me to believe he has a story to tell. But there is time for that later.
The Big one, Asher… plus his dwarven companion, I will admit I found the admittance of a blatent follower of Bain distasteful, given the practices of that particular faith. I will admit that he was a fine soldier and will a letter of condolences to his order lamenting his loss and extolling his virtue as a soldier and representative of this nation we are trying to forge from such disparaging groups, and use him as an example to not hastily judge others.
The Dwarf… Brash, rude, confrontational, He plays well into the role he has cast for himself. A competent combatant. Sometimes he slips and I see through the machismo to a sharp mind. I will say that his claims that his people are preparing for a great confrontation with the fiends is somewhat disconcerting. I wholeheartedly believe his people are preparing. But the gaps in his knowledge and the fact that only a unlikely twist of providence left us with the tools capable of combating the forces arrayed before us Make me fear that either his people preparations are inadequate or will not be ready in time to face whatever storm is coming.
Other Things have transpired… and I must admit I am loath to write about them here. Upon taking my new Quests under my wing and our return I find myself in a city on the edge. I can trust so few. The city is ripe with suspicion and despair. The political maneuvering aside, as I have grown to accept that as part of the bargain when being attributed with any organization of influence. This business with the missing children is disturbing. I find that it has been occurring for some time… but the seeming lack of investigation into the situation is disturbing.
I try not to overplay my own abilities in private… but that despite the possibilities of the combined skills and abilities at the disposal of the leadership of this city, that I was able to deduce in one investigation more then the all of that perceived competence if infuriating. Any number of even my youngest students can cast the spells I used. And I know that among not just the PeaceKeepers but others exists the deductive skills to have investigated further into these disappearances. And while I have come to the conclusion that some shadowy third party was involved with the unfortunate immolation of the child. But the evidence eludes me. And I fear that none take my findings seriously.