Role

Chapter 5

Journal,

Writing has been difficult in the past few years, what with the
additional responsibility I've found myself with as Marshall of the
Fortress.

All of my scrying in the ice never revealed this destiny, but the
future has never been clear to me beyond feelings, instincts. I think
sometimes the patterns I serve to help form those feelings or
premonitions, but it isn't as though I've ever seen anything so clear
as written words or even obvious images.

I DID manage to use the practice to play a joke on Lord Ergush, making
him think I had fortold his next task for me, studying the prideful
feelings of myself, my enemies, and my friends. In reality I had
simply had a long conversation with another young follower of his,
and the topic of pride had come up. Nevertheless, Uevre (the felar
word for leader or lord) was pleased with my explanations.

Now I'm to bring the chaos and wonder of the storm to five others, and
bring the tales back...in all the todo in the past few years, I've done
this many times over, but to bring this entry back to the beginning...

Keeping up with writing things down is not my strong suit when there's
a storm building. I itch to be outside, where the lightnings reach and
the cold winds blow.

*Aehwic