Ezekiel | Day 1: The writ phames gave was much greater a gift than I thought. It seems he is royalty. Still, Even with his pull, Odand and the beast that came from the misty hell was not permitted into the heavily fortified elven kingdom. Even though I hadn’t known him a year, it was hard saying goodbye to Odand. Still, a part of me knows it was for the best. I don’t know how difficult this new journey I’m about to embark on will be, but I feel like I must take it alone.
Day 14: My god has left me. At first I thought I was just weary from the time pyramid, but the last few days I can feel my power fading. The clouds are not all dark though. Phames has just told me that the elders have deemed me “A valuable tool in the coming war”. I don’t yet know what that means, but Phames made it sound like it was a great honor.
Day 20: It seems I will be able to walk normally again. The elven mystics know some ritual to give me a mythril leg. One that moves like a normal one. I can’t imagine how this is possible, but I don’t know the massive depths of their power.
Day 23: It worked. I can run again. This is incredible. This leg is stronger than steel, yet it moves a flesh. It shouldn’t be possible, but when I beat the elven children in a race today, it definitely seemed real. Now that my mobility has been restored, Phames and I will begin training tomorrow. I might not have my old god’s power anymore, but I refuse to sit idly by while the warriors of this place train for the war their sages are predicting.
Day 45: I haven’t had much free time for things like writing or even thinking. The training Phames and his royal guards are putting me through is the hardest thing I’ve ever experienced. We fight until I lay beaten and broken. Then they heal wounds, restore my stamina, and then we fight again. The days in the training grove seem longer than usual. I swear it seems as if 2 whole days pass between sunrise and sunset. Well, Phames is calling, breaks over.
Day 82: My mastery with two blades rivals Phames himself. At least that’s what one of the royal guards told me in confidence. I’ve been having dreams lately. Dreams of battle, dreams of a beautiful elven priestess. When I spoke to Phames about this, he told me I was dreaming of Althaea. The Priestess of a war god named Varas. It turns out she is coming here in a few days. These elves sure know how to make an entrance.
Day 86: I met the priestess from my dreams. She called me by my name in celestial. Something about her beauty made me protective of her. The moment I saw her eyes, I knew I’d never let anything harm her.
Day 90: Well, though I’d still lay down my life before I let something harm Althaea, whatever got through me, would absolutely fall to her personal bodyguard Brogan. Brogan is a knight of Varas. He wields something called a vorpal blade. I’ve yet to even see it out of his sheathe because he claims it’s too dangerous. During our break from training, Brogan challenged Phames and I to a friendly dual. I naturally thought he meant two individual duals. As it turned out, he meant both of us against him. Before this day, I would have sworn there wasn’t anything on this world that could dodge the flurry of blades that Phames and myself produced. Brogan never even drew his sword. He simply dodged every attack we made. Finally, after my ego had suffered fully, we both yielded to his prowess. This truly is a warrior’s enclave.
Day 113: I’ve had many talks with Althaea lately. Her knowledge of divine power seems limitless. Her teachings of the war god Varas are ever inspiring. Althaea thinks that one day Varas may choose to grant me his blessing. I would certainly accept it.
Day 137: I can feel it. While training today I felt a divine power just waiting to be released. I will always remember today.
Day 190: Between my training with Phames and my studies with Althaea, I can feel my potential growing. Taranius was all about focusing and projecting your divine energy in battle. Varas’ teachings are way different. Why expel your energy from your body at all? Keep it inside. Use it to augment your attacks, to strengthen your weapons, to guide your blade and harden your armor. This will be last entry for a while. With my divine powers growing, I need to start meditating in my free time.
Day 365: This marks a year since that day at Befield. My divine muscles grow. I feel as strong as I was that day 1 year ago. To mark the occasion, Phames had a sword commissioned for me. It’s craftsmanship was truly something to behold. It seems light as a feather. It’s the perfect vessel to receive Varas’ blessing. I must get stronger for the war the sage’s speak of. Whatever is coming, we need to be ready to stop it.
Day 600: I had almost forgotten about this journal. It seems like so many years have passed since that day. I’m stronger than I’ve ever been. I can feel Varas talking to me almost every night. This world is changing. Different parts of the world are all gathering strength for something. I don’t think they mean to rival each other. It feels like many desires are reaching their climax. I’m not sure what’s coming. It may be a war centuries in the making, but through Varas I can feel the armies across the world starting to take the final breathe before the plunge.]]