Jordan Vahlen’s Logbook
Posted: Tue Dec 29, 2020 4:46 am
Day 1
Drowning, climbing, my name. These are all I remember. These are all most of the Risen remember. Each one of us who have crawled out of the Well’s womb into this world is faced with the choice of decided who we are. My body remembers more. Arcana flows through my blood and I can flex it like a muscle. It is my birth right. And this paragraph is all of me.
The land itself traumatized by the past. Ruins from more than one civilization can be found scattered about. Objects of Power have been imbued with the horrors inflicted near them. We can touch these objects and glimpse their memories. These Scars cut deep into the fabric of this plane.
It is getting worse. The Darkness leaks through the cracks. The past inflicts itself on the present. The Well saves us from untimely death. But the Scars show us there are worse things than dying. Are we the cure, or another part of a cycle?
I pray we are better this time.
Drowning, climbing, my name. These are all I remember. These are all most of the Risen remember. Each one of us who have crawled out of the Well’s womb into this world is faced with the choice of decided who we are. My body remembers more. Arcana flows through my blood and I can flex it like a muscle. It is my birth right. And this paragraph is all of me.
The land itself traumatized by the past. Ruins from more than one civilization can be found scattered about. Objects of Power have been imbued with the horrors inflicted near them. We can touch these objects and glimpse their memories. These Scars cut deep into the fabric of this plane.
It is getting worse. The Darkness leaks through the cracks. The past inflicts itself on the present. The Well saves us from untimely death. But the Scars show us there are worse things than dying. Are we the cure, or another part of a cycle?
I pray we are better this time.