Friday 1st November

Muldran created the gate and Tim stepped through to Vesper. Stepping away from the gate he expected the usual gut-wrenching experience and ensuing sickness... but nothing! He looked at Muldran and Muldran returned his gaze equally baffled. Something to ponder over at
a later date.

A short sailing trip brought them to icy shores and Muldran set off at a brisk walk. A couple of minutes and they were at the shrine of honesty. Muldran explained that this was the shrine aligned with mages.


Holding the small ankh in his hand, Tim concentrated on the mantras of the shrines he had already visited and he felt a warmth seeping out from the ankh. His hand was wrapped in a soft golden glow that began to spiral out around him. As he raised his hand to the shrine, he tried to detect the remaining wild strands of magic inside of himself, but found nothing. He dropped his hand and stepped away from the shrine. There was nothing to tame. He had completed the task.

Muldrans voice penetrated his thoughts, urging him to try again and with a start he realised that he had not captured the next strand. He felt them writhing inside, and sensed an annoyance from them. Nodding to Muldran he focussed again on his small ankh and stepped to the shrine, only to step away once more looking confused.

Muldran looked thoughtful and suggested that perhaps the wild magic was trying a different tact to keep him from the shrine. Armed with this thought Tim tried a third time and suceeded. Effortlessly he bound the strand to the ankh alongside the others. The last vestige of wild magic kicked and bucked inside of him, but lacked the strength to do much.

Tim told Muldran about his visit to Magincia and the pair of them decided to return there. Perhaps there would be work for them to do patching up the folk that were attempting to save Magincia. After the earlier success of gate travel minus sickness, Tim agreed to Muldran providing a gate to Trinsic. Stepping though, Tim doubled up in agony and turned a slight green. This was followed with the inevitable sickness. Muldran sighed and said they would have to look into this problem at some time. TIm merely nodded.

Sunday 4th November

We went ter thar larst shrine terday. Spirituality. Thar larst strand of wild magic wus unusually quiet. Bu' it seemed it were usin' a diffrent tactic ter stop me gettin' ter thar shrine this time. When we wus in Trinsic an' 'ad jest decided ter travel on ter thar shrine, I began ter feel 'ot. Thar nearer we got ter thar shrine thar 'otter I became.

It wus me Dad wha' realised wha' wus 'appenin' an' of course once I knew, I culd fight agin it a bit. Thar larst shrine 'as ter be thar prettiest by far an' it wus diffrent ter thar others in tha' you 'ad ter know thar mantra ter get near it.

I were feelin' so 'ot it were roit 'ard ter concentrate. Me Dad took me 'and an' led me ter thar edge of thar steps, bu' then it wus up ter me. I 'eld me small ankh and tried ter let thar mantras run through me mind. I culd feel thar ankh growing warm an' as I closed me eyes thar mantra came ter me. Three times I said it an' suddenly I were up at thar shrine.
I caught thar larst strand an' as I placed it alongside thar others in me mind, thar wus a loud click sound from thar little ankh. Thar warmth faded an' a feelin' of complete calm flowed through me. It were over. Thar wild magic were tamed. Me Dad said now 'e culd begin ter teach me magic.

We talked a while 'bout thar magic an' 'ow it felt in me. Me Dad said 'e thought tha' thar natural magic be thar best ter start with. Spell weavin'! So we went ter thar elf place in Yew. Thems wus not goin' ter jest tell me thar secrets an' thems set me tasks ter do ter prove me worth. Thar last part wus needin' ter show I were willin' ter defend Sosaria. I 'ad ter kill sum exodus overseers an' minions.

We went ter Ilshenar tha' evenin' ter try an' complete thar task. It wus a dangerous area bu' I were able ter walk in thar shadows unnoticed an' Dad used 'is magical skills ter hide when needed. We got inside thar power core whar these fings lived.

Bu' then disaster struck. I wus 'elpless ter prevent it! Summat knocked me Dad unconsious. I managed ter lure them off 'im before thems did 'im in fer gud an' we managed ter get back ter thar Gargoyle City.

Me Dad said we needed ter get more 'elp an' I agreed as it looked roit dangerous. Bu' then as me lay tryin' ter sleep, I realised I wuld be askin' more people ter step inter danger on account of me. I got up early thar next day an' left me Dad sleepin' while I sneaked back ter do thar task alone.

It made me 'eart beat fast tryin' ter outwit them beasts, bu' with me skills of walkin' silently I wus able ter dodge around an' with some patience I managed ter lure one at a time ter thems deaths. I made sure they never got near enuf ter 'it me or I reckons I wuld be dead by now.


I wus sore an' tired by thar time I got back ter Gargoyle city. I wus able ter sneak back ter bed ter rest witout wakin' me Dad.

Sunday 11th November

He had been back in Rhovanion for a week and so far he had managed not to be tempted to try any magic alone. However, on exploring the library he stumbled across a pentagram drawn on the floor. Curiosity overcame caution.