Zel Nas'Tildivvor the Planewalker, Magistrate of Seantryn Modan

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Chapter 4

Here I was, bumbling through my daily grind which consists of one or
more of the following at any given time: rechecking the books in the
spire for contradictory information or outdated procedures; sending my
familiar to distant cities to help me keep watch; crawling through the
brush and weeds near the refuge trying to retrieve the scales;
scrounging around for enough copper to help me pay off my hefty
gambling debts; and finally, sending nightgaunts to retrieve
particularly dangerous troublemakers.

I had settled into a fairly comfortable routine in the Spire, although
my immediate goals still eluded me. With the frequent long-term
absenses of the Provost, I am finding myself more and more the one that
other magistrates turn to for advice and clarifications of procedures.
I am leniant and fair for the most part, but I have found that there
are times that require me to be more on the ruthless side. I may have
finally won some small measure of respect and trust among my fellow
magistrates, but I still feel distant and not very accepted as anything
more than a casual acquaintence.

I find myself alone more and more often these days, rarely even
bringing forth Liva or my hostile servitors. The servitors still hate
me, so it is understandable if I want to put off the potentially
violent beatings they are always itching to dish out to me. Liva though
seems to have changed, and I no longer feel the kinship I once did for
that monkey. Perhaps it is my own lonliness that is affecting him, or
perhaps he is just overworked. I keep saying that I own him a long
vacation, but there always seems to be one crises after another where I
need his help. Maybe I should look into hiring an assistant.

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Chapter 16

Zel is short for Zelanora, but she hates to be called that. Her real
mother and father called her that up until she ran away from home at
the age of 13. It wasn't that she was unhappy at her home in an
obscure village west of Voralian City, or that she disliked the quiet
labor involved with being a farmgirl. She just knew that she was
somebody unique and needed to accomplish greater deeds than tending
the crops and grooming the horses. When she left, she took with her
only 30 silver pieces, her deceased aunt's spellbook, and some
tattered maps leading the way through the Shadow Grove to the fabled-
yet-cliche Tower of Sorcery.
Zel got sidetracked on her way to the tower, working as a serving girl
in Voralian City and later a low-ranking guard in the service of
Galadon. These things were tedius to her, but they offered livable
wages until she could decide where her destiny would take her. Her
time as a Galadon guard offered perhaps the most useful training that
she picked up on, as she was forced to memorize laws and procedures
until she could scarcely stand it anymore. By the time she was 17,
she had enough of city life and tribunal service and dusted off her
aunt's spellbook and maps, and headed west towards the Shadow Grove
to try to study at the tower.

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Chapter 15

Her petition to join the tower did not go well at first. It took weeks
before anybody would even give her the time of day, and even though
she had paid all of her hard-earned money for tuition, she was not
permitted to do much more than clean dishes and scrub floors. Zel did
still have her Aunt's spellbook, however, and spent every night
staring at it hoping to make sense of the powers it contained.
She was just about to give up on her aspirations of practicing magic
for good when she recalled in a dream how her aunt had conjured forth
a small monkey. Now, what was that creature's name... Liva! Upon
awakening Zel uttered the phrase her aunt had used before, and Liva
had appeared once again.
The Head Mistress of the tower was rather impressed that Zel would be
able to summon a familiar with no formal magical training, and took it
upon herself to get Zel involved in the kinds of classes needed to
enhance her gift. Even though she was not exactly a hard-working
student, Zel picked up enough of what she needed to quickly catch up
with the other students who were nearly half her age.

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Chapter 14

Well, not exactly angels. Not yet, anyway. I am still young, and so
they snub me and threaten me with a gruesome death whenever I bother
them. The demons will listen, however, and promise me things that sound
a little too good to be true, and they promise to be good even though
I cannot yet scribe a circle to contain them. To be honest, all of the
extraplanar beings seem a little hostile towards me, and only too eager
to crush me into pulp when I am not protected by the Tower instructors.
Do I have the nerves of mithril needed to control such creatures? Not
yet, but I am optimistic that I will learn eventually. For now, I am
taking in my magical studies at a leisurely pace and trying to absorb
everything I can, even though my classmates have all passed me by and
think me to be a slow-learning fool.
The elementals are a little easier for me to manage. They lack distinct
personalities, at least ones I can interact with, and seem a little
less-willing to try to rip my head off when I make a misstep. One
particular Earth elemental has managed to enter my service on numerous
occasions that I think I might have clicked with. He won't tell me his
name, so I told him I will just call him Norm after my dear deceased
uncle. They even have the same kind of ever-present worried-brow
expression.
Sometimes I feel like I need to be making friends and socializing at
the tower rather than obsessing over my homicidal servitors, but I am
still regarded as little more than back-woods trash by the other
students and most of the instructors. Only Mistress Lenivor on the
third floor Familiars Instruction course has anything nice to say to
me. She has confided in me that I have probably learned everything the
tower can teach me for now, and that I would probably learn better
while adventuring on my own.
So, leaving the tower is just what I did, with only Norm and Liva to
keep me company.

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Chapter 13

I left the tower poorer and more in doubt of my abilities than ever.
The fact that I had picked up an unhealthy gambling addiction didn't
help much either, but I have been told that you can't really appreciate
how good you had it until you hit rock bottom. Well, I am there right
now and it seems pretty much like it has always been, only with less to
eat and more exposure to the unsavory elements.

I attempted to rejoin the Galadon Battlement Watch, but the Captain was
very hesitant to take me back after learning of my magical training. I
tried repeatedly to explain that the conjuring thing was just a hobby,
and my focus would always be on protecting the city. I wasn't even
allowed to watch the battlements, which didn't do much for my shaken
self esteem.

The Captain did recommend I stop wasting my time in grunt work since I
did have magical potential. He suggested I continue my research and try
my hand as a magistrate. He felt my conjuring abilities would be much
better served in enforcing the laws and investigating crimes than doing
guard duty, and he promised to put in a good word for me when the time
came. This was my ray of hope and the best advice I had received yet.

I left Galadon with a smile on my face and a spring in my step ready
to... starve. I was still broke and really hungry. It was obvious that
I wasn't suitable as a Tribunal candidate just yet, but I still needed
some way of surviving until I was ready enough to impress somebody.
I conjured up Liva and Norm and we made haste to the Ruins of Delar Tol
to seek out some lost riches and perhaps a magical trinket or two.

After much sweat and bloodshed, I had managed to amass a small fortune.
I wouldn't say I was rich, but I would never have to worry about going
hungry again, even though my nagging conscience had to be suppressed in
the process. I would have to get used to such stomach-wrenching acts of
violence as part of my travels as I live in dangerous times.

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Chapter 12

My travels kept taking me between Loch Grynmear, the Coastal Wetlands,
and back to Azreth Woods as I focused my energies on conjuring better
and stronger beings to serve me. My favored earth elemental Norm no
longer cared to come when I called upon him, and none of the other
beings that took his place had quite the same personality, leading me
to take less of an interest in my servitors well-being.

It also began to become apparent to me that my monkey Liva was not the
perfect creature I had once imagined as well, but I tried not to let
Liva's shortcomings distract me too badly. I was ready to seek out
companionship with other living adventurers, and made fairly good
friends with both Ilden and Ajcruzhr as we wreaked havok in some out-
of-the-way places. They are both slightly more ambitious than myself,
however, and before I knew it they had surpassed me in strength and
moved on to other interests.

I was saddened that my only real friends had been so quick to desert
me, but I didn't let it bother me for long. I felt it was time to seek
out the Provost Magistrate to try to take my place as a magistrate, for
better or for worse, as I intended to divert such ambitions towards my
career.

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Chapter 11

And so I finally learned the basics of conjuring demons and angels, but
lacked the skills to inscribe a circle to protect myself. Not being the
risk-taking type, I decided to pursue further study before taking a
chance on summoning one to my untimely demise. After speaking with
others in my guild with little to show for my efforts, I returned to
the Tower of Sorcery to seek council from my old Familiar Studies
professor, Mistress Lenivor.

My old professor put me on a task that I was pretty sure wasn't
anything related to my questions on conjuring. But, if I needed to be
an errand-girl to glean a bare-mininum of knowledge, then that was a
small price to pay. I was to track down a dozen different pens from
various cities and shops around the lands, with a few being rather
difficult to obtain. I was also asked to pick up a case of some special
red ink from Udgaard, which I was pretty certain was also just
unglamorous busy work.

Well, it took me several days to gather up all of these pens, and
lugging around this "special" yet mundane box of red ink caused more
strain and pain for my back than I would have liked, but I did manage
to get something useful from it. I picked up a few extra pens and
bottles of ink for my own use and started honing my scribing skills
until my penmanship was actually quite good. Somebody might think I had
a formal education, if it weren't for all of the splotches and
misspellings.

After about of week of gathering/hauling supplies for Mistress Lenivor
back to the Tower, she thanked me for my time and handed me a small
bundle of scrolls titled "Commonly Accepted Techniques For Demon
Controlling", which appeared to have been copied directly from one of
my old text books. I wasn't exactly thrilled with her lack of
creativity, but I would have to read through the confusing pages on my
own to try to pick up whatever I had missed in my unenlightening
lectures.

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Chapter 10

I put on my best black robes and went to go meet with Provost
Magistrate Kholav today, in hopes that he might find me worthy of
joining the Spire. I think I had all of the right answers to his
questions, so my time spent researching in the library and acting as a
Galadon battlement guard might have finally paid off. I hope I didn't
come off as being too pompous or big-headed though, since I get a bit
flustered when put on the spot.

I'm still awaiting his decision, so decided to put it out of my mind by
traveling through the Spiderhaunt and the Ruined Keep looking for a
little excitement. While there, I was savagely attacked by a team of
young rangers who had apparently been stalking me for some time, and I
barely escaped with my life. My poor monkey Liva stayed behind to try
to protect my retreat, and was not shown any mercy.

I will give Liva a few days to recuperate before calling upon him
again... if he even comes anymore. I do not know how the lifespan of a
familiar is measured, but this one must be ancient as he was formerly
called forth by my aunt, who had told me he also served with my great
grandmother as well. As far as monkeys go, Liva seems he might outlive
them all.

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Chapter 9

My guildmaster Luandra Delandrosse spoke to me about my progress as a
conjurer, and offered to impart a little bit of knowledge concerning my
luck (or lack thereof). I was intrigued and of course immediately
imagined in how to pull a good lucky streak into some serious winnings
at the dice corner at the Inn. I followed the trials that were set
forth (long story there), and at the end was given my notarized
certificate informing me that I was now officially lucky. Strange the
way luck works, I didn't know I would need a piece of paper to prove
such a thing... but there it is.

Well, let me say a few things about luck... if I am lucky, it sure
isn't showing up when I roll the dice, pick cards, or spin the wheel.
I think I have blown most of my discovered treasure on this infernal
losing streak, and will need to go back out to replenish my stockpile
of coins if I expect to eat during the winter storms. So, whatever
good this "luck" certficate is giving me, I haven't been able to tell
yet.

I did happen upon some very nice magical artifacts, some things that
are very highly-prized by many powerful sorcerers in the lands. I
don't consider my windfall to be luck though, since it definitely has
provoked no small number of murderous thieves into hunting for me
right now, thinking they are better suited to wearing my trinkets. If
anything, it has left me to live in fear for my safety, and very
untrusting of people that seek my company.

I will continue to test my supposed luck and see if maybe it will
manifest itself in some way that will eventually be useful afterall.
For now, I am not taking any chances. Now, where did I put that silly
certificate? How predictable, somebody stole it from me!

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Chapter 8

My gambling problem seems to have hit a new low, as I've gone into hock
for nearly everything I own this time. I had a good feeling on that
last round of dice, but just... didn't win a darn thing. I would have
liked to say I was broke as that would be an improvement, but one of
the bouncers who called himself Brock told me that he needed to escort
me into the back room, where his boss and I would have a little talk
about a payment schedule for what I owe. I didn't like to think about
what might be taken as collateral or what limbs were expected to be
broken if I couldn't make good on the money, so I told Liva to run for
the door while I teleported to safety. Poor Liva didn't make out so
well, and was the victim of another savage beating. Poor, poor Liva.
I'll let the monkey rest for a few extra days this time to recover,
although I think he's starting to hold a grudge against me.

Meanwhile, I will need to delve deeper into more dangerous places to
try to scratch up some coins. I've heard rumors of more loot than I can
carry down in the Underdark and also north of Akan, so I've been forced
to snoop around in harm's way more than I would prefer to. Luck, don't
fail me now.

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Chapter 7

My time as a magistrate has been anything but boring. At any given
time, I am either chasing after criminals, ignoring death threats,
investigating dead ends, or just hoping my hostile angels and demons
do not get me ejected from the Spire. I guess they figure that if they
cannot kill me regularly, they may as well try to ruin my career.

One demon in particular already tried this, attacking an outlander in
Galadon in front of Provost Kholav. Fortunately, a raid was in
progress so there were no consequences against me. That particular
demon won't be welcome along me again in the future, although I
suspect he's already told his peers what it takes to ruin me.

I have also been appointed a young magistrate to train and look out
for, a minotaur who I probably shouldn't name. He has some real anger
issues, and is constantly lashing out upon other magistrates, both
verbally and physically. Unfortunately, I was told that his failure
would be my failure, but I am not sure how to deal with this without
having it reflect badly upon me. His issues do not seem related to his
duty at all, mainly just against everybody else he has to work with. I
will need to get some advise from the Provost soon on this matter.

Finally, I think I have nearly cracked the secret of Loch Grynmear,
having found that unholy book of Zurcon. I am a little intrigued from
what I have read of it, but am not quite ready to gamble on my eternal
soul in trying to tap into its powers. I will continue researching and
see what I can glean from this book before having it destroyed.

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Chapter 6

My time as a magistrate has been rather harried lately. I have jumped up the
Spire ladder rather quickly, passing by most of my fellow magistrates who no
doubt view me with a little bit of suspicion and envy. I attempt to be
friendly with them, but there are few in the Spire that I will be able to
count upon for assistance when things get tough. I am not quite making any
friends here, but hope that will change soon. The magistrates that I share
Galadon with do seem competent, so I am sure we will get along fine.

For the most part, I spend my time either trying to scratch up enough
knowledge to have my guildmaster teach me to call nightgaunts, or else
making retrieval attempts at the refuge, all while I continue to watch the
cities through the eyes of my familiar Liva. Liva has helped a great deal in
this respect, so criminals are never really sure when it is safe to reveal
themselves. I am definitely placing more warrants and bringing down more
criminals when I am not in Galadon and can pop up out of nowhere to bring
down swift justice, so will continue with that approach for now.

I get along rather well with Provost Kholav, as well as Provincial
Magistrate Progglesnort, and would like to do more to support them and the
Spire. I feel the time is right for me to take on more responsibilities as a
Justiciar, but it may be too soon since Taqutin passed away. I will continue
to perform as I have and look for the right opportunity to move into that
post, as I cannot imagine myself doing anything now or in the future.

I've further honed my conjuring abilities, and am becoming more confident in
my servitors, although I would not trust them any further than I could throw
them. Every single servitor I bring forth has resented me, if not been
outright hostile. They have all proven they were only waiting for an
opportunity to turn on me, so I have to plan every encounter with this
possible betrayal in mind. It is difficult for me to handle certain raiding
and criminal-tracking situations when I know I have to devote so much of my
attention and mental strength to fending off an impending attack from my
elementals or demons/devils/angels/archons. I am hoping I will pick up
enough informationin my guild for that to be less of a factor when I grow,
however. For now, I just take my self-imposed beatings and hope I can
dismiss quickly enough.

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Chapter 5

My nights have been haunted by very disturbing dreams lately. In those
dreams, I am a young girl without any of the magical influences I hold
today, and am forced to watch as the city burns to the ground and the
night sky is awash with the blood-curdling screams of the citizens
being burned alive. These dreams seemed to start after an unsavory
encounter with Arcibu, where "An Imp" taunted me with similar
disturbing mental pictures.

I am not one who claims to hold goodness in my heart or that blindly
follows faith and religion, but I do fear for my soul right now. The
blasphemous things said and done by certain servitors I am forced to
conjure up also further erodes my sense of spirit most days, even
though I try to avoid devils and demons unless absolutely necessary.

I am not quite ready to devote myself to a monastery or convent,
however. While I do feel vulnerable sometimes, I feel the power is
within me to take my craft to the highest level where I need not fear
even the most vile minions of the darkness and chaos. I will need to
push my research to greater limits as I seek out knowledge in
Azuremain, Thar Acacia, and possibly the Consortium. In one of these
places, I am certain answers exist to questions I have not even
imagined yet, and I might be able to absorb enough knowledge to finally
consider myself anything more than a barely-competant conjurer.

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Chapter 3

Much time has passed since the last I was able to reflect upon my daily
grind. It has been several months since my guildmaster informed me
there was no more to teach, and I had advanced as far as my profession
would allow. I have been using my newfound powers to conjure up Archons
and Air Elementals of frightening strength and abilities, mostly with
great success. As long as I focus almost exclusively upon these two
types of servitors, my only serious enemy is my overconfidence.

Thankfully my overconfidence is still taking enough of a beating to not
get out of control. I have no illusions about being invulnerable or
unbeatable, since my fortunes always seem to change at a whim. My
unlucky streak with gambling also still continues unabated, but I am
able to easily finance my ill-fated nights of dicing thanks to nearly
unlimited sources of wealth at my fingertips. Dragons shudder when they
see me coming for one of my collections.

Now, my time as a magistrate is starting to stagnate. My dreams of
becoming a Justiciar are pretty much gone, as I have found I lack both
the integrity and attention to details needed for that job. I'll be
honest in saying that there is so much crime and corruption that I
could go mad trying to step in and fix it all. I find myself tempted to
take shortcuts and execute warrants with less than overwhelming proof.

The fact that the Provost has been absent so frequently further
complicates things, as there is little incentive to maintain discipline
when I am frequently the only one around to enforce laws for long
periods of time.

I did attempt to speak with the Provost about my concerns when he made
a rare, brief appearance earlier. He suggested something that I had not
considered in my wildest dreams but that made perfect sense... become
Vindicator. I had no thought of myself as the type, but I had indeed
fallen into line with that perfectly. I had found myself vigorously
pursuing criminals and enemies of the spire no matter where they hid,
both through unsavory nightgaunts and tesseract. I have had great
success in surprising and crushing criminals, and seemed to excel at
hunting.

The only question now is, would I be able to continue my progress and
show of strength for long enough to impress the Executioner enough to
gain his favor for this job. I have work to do.

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Chapter 2

The realization has started to sink in that my vulnerable body was
nearly spent, as I had bore the brunt of too many psychic vampires,
lost souls, and failed tesseract attempts. Looking back, I had not
managed to accomplish... well, anything I had hoped to. I had a lot
left to do.
My thoughts begin go turn on how to spend my final days. I was not
going to be remembered for anything memorable, it seems. So, I could
either go out in a flash of light and make some kind of a name for
myself, or be cautious and delay the inevitable. Perhaps I will do
some traveling, seeing some of the exotic, dangerous places I never
had a chance to go. All I knew was I didn't have much time left.

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Chapter 1

My final days are looking more bleak than I had imagined they would
be. Rather than living out my days in Galadon, I have been cast down
into Seantryn Modan from an anonymous complaint against my servitors,
with no specific details given or chance to defend myself. I suppose
I always did like the peace and serenity of Seantryn, however. I do
not have the strength or the will to fight anymore.

I have since sworn off calling upon my servitors while on duty, for
they only have a propensity for getting me into trouble. Even my
monkey Liva no longer comes, as I have severed my bond with him.
With what time I have left, I study the secrets of scrying and
beckon psychic vampires to visit. They do not share their secrets,
however, and seek only to feed upon me. Either way, this has become
my fate and I will see it through.

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