The Journal of Georga Sen

Dear Diary,
Greetings! I am Georga Sen, an adventurer. I have purchased this journal in order to record the tales of my (and my companions) travels. Although we may have just started our journey, I know that we are destined for greatness. Who knows, one day this book may be read the world over, and I myself may be known as ☆ GEORGA THE GREAT ☆. Haha! Well, a man can dream!
Love,
Georga

Dear Diary,
Well, since I introduced myself, I suppose I should now introduce my companions. First off, there’s Magnolia and Aera. Lovely couple, and both of them are quite skilled with a blade as well. We’ve also recently joined up with a wizard. He calls himself Septimus, hasn’t given us a last name. Quiet guy, but I’m sure we’ll all be fast friends. Nothing brings people together like moral peril (and treasure)!

Well, it seems it’s time to hit the road again, Diary. Will write more later.
Love,
Georga

Dear Diary,
We’ve stopped in Mistport tonight. Such an exciting city! Why, I was nearly robbed three times on my way to the inn! The first two were simply local children trying their hand at pickpocketing, so of course I made an effort to set them on the right path-- they were such amateurs! No sense of stealth at all! Hopefully with my advice they’ll improve quick enough to not get caught next time.

The third attempt however was much more thrilling: pirates! They must have been either extremely desperate or extremely bloodthirsty to attack me-- I’m not exactly carrying anything of great value. I didn’t catch the name of their crew, but they all wore red earrings. I carelessly let them corner me, and they had me outnumbered, so things were looking dicey; I honestly feared for my life! However, luck was on my side today: a mysterious woman appeared and helped me beat them all senseless (to be honest, she was doing most of the beating). And so, Georga the Great lives to fight another day! I also managed to snatch a pirate’s coin purse as I was fleeing. Karma, bitch!
Love,
Georga

Dear Diary,
I’ve still no luck with finding my mysterious savior from the other night, but I have run into several more pirates. The ones with the red earrings who attacked me are apparently known as the “Red Flags”, and they have a very low standing in the pirate hierarchy: which of course makes them more likely to go after easy prey such as myself. They’ve also recently come under new leadership. I haven’t had the misfortune to run into their captain yet, but they must be quite intimidating; they’ve put the rest of the pirates on edge.

Anyway, I hope to leave this place soon, but Magnolia actually seems to like it here. And speaking of Magnolia, I learned the other day that she and Aera are not actually a couple! What a shock! They’re much more difficult to read than humans, and I *still* notice all the longing glances they shoot at each other. It’s quite ridiculous actually. And the way Aera rushes to heal Magnolia whenever she’s hurt in battle-- well she insists it’s what she would do for anyone, but I don’t see her clasping *my* hand and dramatically forbidding me from dying. I hope one of them finally confesses soon, before I lose my mind.
Love,
Georga

Dear Diary,
I finally found that woman from the other night! I ran into her in a tavern, so I of course bought her a drink to thank her for her help. Her name is Destiny, and we really hit it off! In fact, I even asked her if she’d want to join our adventuring party. She seemed very interested in the prospect, but said she had to turn down the offer since she’s pregnant. Pregnant! And she still fought all those pirates?! I mean, she’s not very far along yet but still, very impressive.

Anyway, it’s unfortunate that she can’t join us, but I promised to visit her (and her baby!) whenever we return to Mistport and tell her all about our adventures.
Love,
Georga

Dear Diary,
Septimus was very adamant that we not go to Tower. Strangely adamant actually; he’s usually pretty quiet. I still don’t know him very well at all. Anyway, we decided to respect his wishes. The Solithian border area is full of tension these days (when is it not, though?), so we’ve turned east towards Dara instead.

I should try and talk to Septimus some more on the road. I still don’t even know his last name. His clothes are so fine that I’m beginning to suspect that he must belong to some high ranking family. Perhaps he’s a runaway noble? Hopefully he’ll open up to us soon.
Love,
Georga

Dear Diary,
My plans for team bonding have been spoiled somewhat; everyone is VERY displeased with me right now. But you must understand, I absolutely had to have those boots! Blue leather, sixteen silver buckles on each one, guaranteed one-of-a-kind…and they’re magical to boot (ha!). However, I can see why everyone would be rather displeased by my spending most of our savings on them. But! They’re definitely worth it! I swear, I won’t be taking them off until the day I die! I’ve tried to tell the others that I can steal most of the money back, but unfortunately even I can’t steal when there’s no one around to steal *from*. We’ve been in the wilderness for a good few days now, meeting no one except that strange traveling shoe salesman.

Ah well, I’m sure they’ll forgive me eventually. On the plus side, this seems to have brought Magnolia and Aera even closer together. I’m not sure how yelling at me is romantic, but whatever. I’m sure everyone will be over it soon. But for now, Septimus is still giving me the silent treatment, so talking to him is out of the question.
Love,
Georga

Dear Diary,
We’ve found an ancient temple of some sort. Now, normally, I would be dashing in headfirst on the hunt for treasure, but I don’t like the look of this one. The others seem wary as well, although Aera still wants to give it a shot. We’ve made camp just outside the entrance, for now. I won’t be going in there until the sun is out again. I’m not very superstitious, and even less religious, but something feels wrong here. I think I can see eyes in the trees.
Love,
Georga

Dear Diary,
Well, we braved the temple today. No treasure to be found, only broken pillars and statues. I believe I recognized one of them as Solis, though I can’t say who that other fellow was. Septimus seemed intrigued by the surviving inscriptions and murals. Not sure why, since he didn’t say much (shocker!) and they didn’t seem very valuable. Monetarily speaking, that is. The whole archeology thing usually goes over my head.

Anyway, we didn’t even make it very far into the temple; we were chased out by some foul, fey beasts. I’m positive they were at least a few of the eyes from last night. Magnolia and Aera were NOT happy to see them, let me tell you! I suppose I can see where the bad blood comes from there. I’m not a fan of these creatures either; I would consider myself more of a dog person, truth be told. Septimus tried to communicate with them, but they weren’t very interested in talking.

I’m ready to leave this place, Diary. I think the others are as well; we’ve returned to our camp for now but hopefully we’ll head off somewhere less disturbing soon.
Love,
Georga

Dear Diary,
We’ve finally found more people! Unfortunately they don’t seem very friendly, judging by the fact that they have taken us prisoner. They keep questioning us about a bunch of elves we’ve never met. They seem convinced we know someone called Legolas. Ha! Me, know Legolas! Well, of course I know *of* him, but really! And surely must mean a different Legolas than the great adventurer; there’s no way he’s even still alive. Anyway. Been a bit boring being stuck in this cell all day. I’m trying to think of a way to get us out, but no luck yet, Diary.
Love,
Georga

Dear Diary,
Our escape plans have had to be put on hold for a bit due to some...unforeseen complications. Namely, the appearance of His Holiness. Now, I’m not much of a believer as I mentioned before, but that child is surely something not quite human. Perhaps he really is a god, or used to be, or whatever. He’s only nine but...well, to be frank, he scares me. No need to elaborate. Well, whatever he is, he is NOT happy with us, Diary. Our captors disapprove of our trespassing on sacred ground and whatnot, but when the child heard about it.... Let’s just say he wasn’t happy. I’ve never seen such rage in my life. So our escape plan has been put on hold for a while. For now we are “gathering information”. Meaning we sit in our cell with our ears to the wall, mostly. All I know is this place is some kind of monastery, clearly with some kind of connection to Solithia.
Love,
Georga

[There follow several pages full of games of tic-tac-toe and hangman and badly drawn birds.]

Dear Diary,
We escaped! Truthfully it was mostly thanks to Septimus, but the rest of us deserve credit for helping to fight our way out! I even managed to steal some treasure during our daring escape. As for getting out of the cell, though, that was all Septimus. He pretended to offer His Holiness some kind of deal: information for his freedom. Claimed he couldn’t talk about it in front of us though, and asked to be taken somewhere else. Then as soon as the door was open – well I’m generally against attacking children but it was honestly impressive! I didn’t know he had it in him! I’m still confused as to what exactly he offered that made His Holiness interested enough to open the door. I heard him say something about fire, but he won’t elaborate.

Oops, time to move again! I’m hoping the monks have lost our trail by now but we are quite literally not out of the woods yet. I’ll write more later.
Love,
Georga

Dear Diary,
We’ve decided to head south for now. Still in the woods, but I believe we lost our pursuers a while ago. Septimus still won’t explain how he got us out, but all’s well that ends well I suppose! As to whether this adventure ends well, though, remains to be seen. We’ve encountered all manner of dangerous otherworldly beasts since we escaped! Aera says extrawordly would be a more accurate description, but I think that sounds silly.
Love,
Georga

Dear Diary,
Okay, now we have lost all our pursuers. That last elf just did not want to give up, I guess! It was quite tough to win against him; I can’t imagine how fearsome he would be if he could actually see us. Septimus’ secret attack didn’t even work on him, shockingly. Hmm… I wonder if that was what he wanted to talk to His Holiness about, actually. Anyway, we did eventually manage to knock out our adversary and escape. Hopefully this means we’re finally free at last. Despite the beating he gave me, I wish him the best. He honestly seemed like he was going through a tough time. Hope it all works out for you, and that we never meet again, mysterious elf guy!
Love,
Georga

Dear Diary,
We’re still wandering the wilderness. We stopped in a village for a bit but have been trying to lay low until we reach Marshport. Found some ruins as well, which the others seemed to find interesting, but not much treasure. Septimus has been glued to his books since we escaped; and it seems he almost never sleeps. I wonder what he’s researching?
Love,
Georga

Dear Diary,
Aera and Magnolia have finally finally finally admitted they are a couple! Thank goodness, because they were getting to be unbearable. Now Septimus and I are officially the third and fourth wheels of the party. I suppose four wheels is good though, most things have four wheels. Like carts, and carriages, and that strange machine we saw the other day. Anyway, congratulations Aera and Magnolia! May you continue to be very happy together!
Love,
Georga

Dear Diary,
We’ve arrived in Marshport! I was getting sick of the wilderness. Septimus has been steadily filling his room at the inn with books, but whatever he’s reading all goes over my head. Something about planes and such. With him hiding in there all day, and Magnolia and Aera spending so much time together, I’ve had lots of time to myself to explore the city (and replenish our coin pouches).
Love,
Georga

Dear Diary,
It’s been quite a while since my last entry! Nothing of much interest has happened; we’ve taken on some odd jobs in Marshport, but none very exciting. Septimus is still researching away, but I’m beginning to feel like we ought to move on to more adventure! I’ve tried reasoning that Tower will surely have more books, but he refuses. Maybe Kingsglade, then?

In other news, I believe I spotted some of those “Red Flag” pirates at the docks today. I’d best keep my distance without Destiny here to protect me, but I can’t help but wonder if their mysterious captain is with them…and if they’ve found much treasure.
Love,
Georga

Dear Diary,
Well, I stupendously failed at keeping my distance, but the Red Flags turned out to be much nicer the second time round! Their mysterious captain (a woman!) and Destiny have apparently reached some kind of understanding since our last encounter. Something about them having a lot in common? I can’t say I entirely understand, but Captain Eltia has turned out to be quite the character, in a good way! I woke up with an incredible hangover this morning, but all my possessions still remain, so perhaps there’s some honor amongst thieves after all.

I’m going to see if I can convince the rest of the party to hitch a ride with the Red Flags back to the Empire: I’m itching for a new adventure, and traveling with pirates seems exciting!
Love,
Georga

Dear Diary,
Traveling with pirates is indeed exciting! Never a dull moment on the sea, what with all the monsters, and other pirates, and whatever that strange tower was. Everyone on the crew either seems completely clueless, or refuses to talk about it. Well, that’s none of my business, I suppose, and traveling with Septimus has made me much better at letting people keep their secrets.

We dock in Mistport tomorrow, and then it’s off to Kingsglade! But of course, not before we visit Destiny (and her child?), and pick up some more funds for our travels. I’ve been thinking it would be nice to have a cart.
Love,
Georga

Dear Diary,
Ah, it’s good to be back in Mistport again! I caught up with Destiny, and met baby Modesty for the first time! Adorable! Although I can’t help but feel I’ve seen those exact blue horns somewhere before…

Anyway, before preparing for more adventures, I’ve convinced the others to take the day off and go surfing with me! I hear there’s a most excellent spot along the coast.
Love,
Georga

Dear Diary,
Mistport has been a blast, but now we’re off to Kingsglade! I’m still not quite sure what we’re after, but Septimus has promised to explain everything along the way. Finally.
Love,
Georga

Dear Diary,
Stopped at Fieldview for today! What a lovely little town. I could never see myself living in the country like this, but it’s quite charming. Aera and Magnolia are off doing something or other, but hopefully we can have our important meeting, or whatever it is Septimus wants to do, tonight.
Love,
Georga

Dear Diary,
So, apparently the world is ending! Luckily, according to Septimus, we still have a good twenty to thirty years before the next Cataclysm, but we are on a set course for the apocalypse. Apparently the planes being sealed off from each other is making them drift out of alignment blah blah etc., I have to be honest I didn't totally follow the technicalities. Anyway, I guess we're now on something of a quest to save the world. I never would have thought we’d start saving the world by going to a library, but here we are!
Love,
Georga

Dear Diary,
The Kingsglade library is quite nice, if a bit boring. Everyone has been researching away, but I'm certain the real world-saving information must be locked up in the restricted section. Surely the Duke won't mind if I borrow a key for a bit…
Love,
Georga

Dear Diary,
He may not be much of a scholar, but did anyone else flawlessly lift a library key from the lord of the castle himself? Did anyone else risk it all to grant us access to all of these books? No! That was all Georga THE GREAT. A man of indispensable skill, which will most surely be recognized once his companions find whatever obscure knowledge they need from the restricted section, all thanks to his quick thinking and quick fingers!

That should be any minute now; they've been reading for quite a while. I myself am just taking a moment to write this down as I keep watch. No one seems to have discovered our intrusion yet, but you can nev
Love,
Georga

Dear Diary,
Finally have a moment to write after an extraordinarily busy day! We are now camped in the woods after our hasty exit from Kingsglade. It took us quite a while to convince Septimus we could stop for a rest. It’s understandable; I most definitely would not want to be frozen like that again! Hell hath no fury…
Love,
Georga

Dear Diary,
Septimus has begrudgingly explained more of his past, although I feel the rest of us had already put most of it together from the words exchanged during that fight! Hard to believe those two were once friends. Apparently, though, when everything (literally) blew up in their faces he was focused on saving her, while she was more focused on saving their sample of hell fire. I suppose both of those choices came back to bite them in the end.
Love,
Georga

Dear Diary,
We’re back to figuring out how to save the world and whatnot! Our first step is to find somewhere that used to be connected to another plane of existence. This is harder than it sounds, so we’ve been debating which of our leads to follow. There’s no shortage of temples or supposed holy sites we could investigate, but it’s anyone’s guess as to which ones might be legitimate…or which ones we’d be welcome at. Don’t think I’ve forgotten that His Holiness still has it out for us! That rules out Nova, at least…
Love,
Georga

Dear Diary,
So, we’re going to the desert! Apparently, Magnolia found some promising records on the ancient city of Soma and their earth goddess. We might truly find a lost gate to another plane! And if there just so happens to be some of the goddess’s fabled treasure left in the ruins, then that’s simply an added bonus. Septimus has been scribbling away in his spellbook, trying to find a way to move between planes. If he actually manages to pull this off…well, I won’t get too ahead of myself.
Love,
Georga

Dear Diary,
It seems the time has come for us to part ways at last. As much as I would love to keep this book, we are selling everything possible in order to finance our journey to the desert. When we return, however, we should be rich and famous, and I will attempt to buy this book back and record the rest of our exciting exploits! And now, onwards to Sha! Farewell, Diary! Wish me luck!
Love,
Georga