Diopatre the Planewalker

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Chapter 1

Year 1912, Month of the Frost Giant, 4th day of the Great Gods

After many years of research with my familiar by my side to keep me
company, some manner of success has finally been attained. My guildmaster
tasked me with finding a clearing with a size suitable for conjuring forth
elementals from another plane. I have found such a spot and my circle
work has progressed nicely. Admittedly it did start off on the wrong foot
with some claiming they were more rectangular than normal, apparently
some were closer to a figure eight. Still, all that is in the past. I have
mastered the art and am one step closer to learning how to truly conjure
and control that which few do; the elementals from another plane! My
excitement can be hard to contain because I overheard my guildmaster
mention the name 'Khardrath' when speaking about me to another in my
guild.


Year 1912, Month of the Old Forces, 2nd day of the Bull

My guildmaster approached me today with a wry smile on his face. He
mentioned that I am ready. "Ready for what?" he made me ask despite
knowing that I knew. I am to travel to Khardrath's Planar Sanctum and
start work immediately on the maintenance of the apparatus within! It
is something I have wanted for a long time. Unfortunately I have to wait
another four weeks! With nothing to do, I find my mind wandering back
to my youth in Galadon. Coming from a long line of Warlocks, that certainly
would have been my path in life, if not for the demise of that Order. I was
raised from the beginning to be a conjurer, and it was for my natural
abilities that my Guildmaster originally took me on as an apprentice. And
thus began the calling that has defined the last twenty years of my life.


Year 1912, Month of Futility, 3rd Day of Deception

Today I arrived at the Planar Sanctum. My mind is muddled with all the
bookshelves, tubing, brightness, sparks, people, and GOLEMS! Golems
litter this place. Mindless things. One nearly bowled me over as I walked
through the doors for the first time. "Don't mind them!" I was quickly
warned. Don't mind them alright, unless they end up killing me! I foolishly
tried to start up a conversation with one just before dinner. Nothing to
say, not even a hello. They simply wander around performing their various
daily tasks. The good news is that Gifflin has me in charge of a few of
them in repairing the air portal. Apparently these portals keep breaking.
Fragile things. Non-functioning portals are a massive issue here apparently
and people have been reprimanded and even expelled from the Sanctum
for causing disruptions to these things.

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Chapter 2

Year 1913, Month of the Sun, 2nd day of Freedom

I have been demoted to looking after the one-way portal to Hamsah Mu'Tazz.
Stupid golems. One bumped into me today and caused me to fall onto the
Earth portal. The tubing shattered and I was damn lucky not to sever myself.
I tried explaining what happened to Malikoth but he was not interested. I do
not like that mage. Not one bit. On a plus side, he gave me exclusive access
to two sacred books; one on Planar Travel and one on Soular Travel. This
should keep my mind off the boring Hamsah portal for a while. These books
are massive!


Year 1914, Month of the Dark Shades, 1st day of the Moon

Curse Gifflin and curse his stupid golems! I have been cast out of the
Sanctum. This time it was the Water portal I was flung into. I had so much
more to learn! I am not a vengeful person but one day I may have to
revisit those golems and see how they like to be pushed around. I think
I have JUST the elemental at my bidding to do it too. No. I should not
think like that. As nice as it would be, I have more important things to do.

I have been sent back to Galadon to join my aging Guildmaster. Perhaps
there is to be a transition soon. My guildmaster looks like he has seen
better days and generally has his familiar do all his day to day tasks. He
never was a lazy person. So I fear the worst. I owe my entire life to this
man, he has been like a father to me. I fear what my next journal entry
will be.