I’m over this place!
Dear Diary,
Ever since the incident, I’ve been feeling down. A strange fox named Ludwig started following me around. They’re pretty grouchy but they seem smart and I could use the company to stay out of my head. Today, they casually mentioned that I sucked so much at magic that I should probably find a different path since there’s no way the Marsh witch would even give me an apprentice associate assistant position. Blech! I recoiled at the thought of working where everyone in town is brown nosing to win the favor of the witch. My reaction made it clear: I have to get out of here. I don’t know what’s beyond the Marsh, but there’s gotta be something more. Plus, everyone knows that I have no future in traditional witchcraft so what have I got to lose?
Magic in Carnival Pass
Dear Diary,
Ludwig can be a buzzkill, but they do have some helpful survival skills. We were foraging in Carnival Pass and found some mushrooms. They knew the brown ones were good to eat but I found this perfect red mushroom and I couldn’t help but take a big bite. Almost instantly, I felt like I never have before. At first I felt panicked as Ludwig reprimanded me for eating it. I collected myself and noticed multicolored leaves grew from the trees, the smells of the flowers changed with each breeze, and the birds were singing songs I’ve heard before in my dreams. It was magic. Not the kind I struggled with in school but a different kind of power... I wandered Carnival Pass in wonderment for hours. When I came to, I felt a change within me. I didn’t fear or doubt anything for once. I just knew I was on the right path. I looked at the mushroom in my pack and noticed it had grown out where I had bit it. Strange, but I’m not mad about it.
The Mysterious Dung Farmer
Dear Diary,
We walked for a few days and finally reached the Wild. Nature expressed itself in many different biomes here. There were wizards from all over the Runiverse traveling through it. I met a Druid named Mycho. He was a dung farmer and specialized in farming mushrooms but was also a mushroom himself! He said the wild mushroom I had was meant to show me what I already know. I didn’t know what that meant. When we parted ways, our eyes locked for a moment and I felt a strange feeling. For a second it felt like I knew all the things he knew about mycology and felt his kindess. I could tell he felt something too but we broke our gaze and hugged to say goodbye. His encouragement and kindness gave me energy and purpose, even though I didn't know the destination. Ludwig said I shouldn’t put any weight to the words of a dung farmer, but I somehow knew that his words were true.
The Intoxicating Wild
Dear Diary,
We’ve been in The Wild for some time and met all kinds of strange and interesting characters. It seems everyone is on an important quest. I plan on heading west just because I’ve never seen the coast or the hustle and bustle of the great cities. I heard many wild stories of Sacred Flames, rallies for or against Big Potion, baby wizard orphanages, and so much more! It was intoxicating to meet so many wizards. (Though, it might’ve been all the potions I’ve been sampling.) Whenever I connected with a wizard and looked into their eyes, I could see from their perspective and feel their powers. In some, I could sense their darkness and feel their pain. I felt for the first time I was understanding the world around me and it understood me. I didn’t fear anything. I only felt excitement. Ludwig said I was too eager and seemed naive but I paid them no mind.
Delilah and the darkness
Dear Diary,
I was at a tavern singing bar songs (before noon mind you) when a witch came in and the whole energy of the room changed. It was the first time I was drawn to a heavy, dark energy. I found myself searching for her hollow eyes and saw she had a good soul but was overcome with shame. I sensed she had deep knowledge of alchemy and used it to help many beings. Almost unknowingly, I dropped a bit of my mushroom into her potent marijuana concoction. I felt guilty but I wanted to help her. Once she felt the effects, her protective veil lifted and she bawled like a child. She said she was destined for death. She had committed a crime she must pay for. Knowing there’s something unresolved in her fate, I brought over some wizards who spoke of a Sacred Flame. They rehashed that those who choose to give themselves to the Flame may become powerful Souls to complete their destiny or perish as an Undesirable. The other wizards encouraged her cautiously that if she must die, she might try to making things right by becoming a Soul. I urged her to give herself a chance to find renewed purpose. She looked into my eyes for a long time and collected herself. She admitted she is broken but wanted no one to suffer as she has and quietly walked out. She headed north towards the Secret Tower and I didn’t see her again. I was exhausted. I acted out of intuition and I wasn’t sure if what I did was right.
Power
Dear Diary,
Every time I eat the mushroom, I’m able to connect with others more deeply. I can now see darkness and pain in everyone. I try my best to focus on their light and power which drive me to help them. With stronger connections, I’m able to harness their powers even when they’re no longer with me. I want to help everyone that I can but I wonder if it’s my place for me to read them so intimately and to change their course. It’s also hard to choose who I should help and Ludwig always says things that make me wonder whether I’ve actually helped them or not. I don’t think most of the wizards know how my magic works but now I do. Sometimes I share my mushroom with them and they think that’s it. Maybe it’s best to keep it to myself for now… Ludwig agrees.
In other news, I keep hearing of Chronomancer’s Riviera from all my favorite wizards so far. I may change my plans and head there instead. They weren’t necessarily what you’d call lawfully good wizards but they had the best stories. I heard it’s a place filled with celebrations with a palpable air of chaos. You never know what can transpire there. Now that sounds fun. Ludwig is worried. I don't care.
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