Windsday, Winterwary 26
As I emerged from the well down below, I was met by a glowing eyed creature that struck at me. I threw two magical cards at it. The first seemed as though it would miss, but j used my power to edge probability in my facor and the card hit the creature square in the face. The second card glanced off its side, seeming not to hurt it.
The beast sunk a tooth into me, drawing blood. I was able to shake the creature off and send it running.
Thornsday, Winterwary 27
Continuing into the dark caves, I found
it to be like a maze of passages.I came upon a room filled with the remains of deceased creatures. Perhaps previous meals of the creature I had fought. Perhaps victims of something worse.
I next moved into a room where a strange liquid boiled in a cauldron. I don't know what it was, but something compelled me to taste the liquid. As I raised it to my lips, I could already feel it sapping my strength.
The next chamber I entered was home to a creature like the one I had fought at the bottom of the well. It was asleep, and I crept past it quietly.
I came to a fourth chamber filled with various odds and ends and more unseemly remains. Among the deleterious I found an antidote potion, which I kept in case I encountered poison in my journey. I did not know if I was the sort of person who would have a higher chance of encountering poison.
Based on what I had experienced so far I was already learning more about the sort of person I was. I had accepted the call to help find the children without question. Did I care for helping children, or helping people in general? Despite setbacks like crossing the dark woods and facing wolves I had kept going. I had delved down into the well almost without a second thought. I was someone who was willing to take large risks. Was that because I was someone who would gamble with my own fate, or was it because I was someone with a sense that the odds were in my favor?
My ability to make my chances better with magic seemed to lean towards the later, but the ability didn't keep me from all harm. Am I a hero? I rolled the word around in my mind and found it not to my liking. But who else would have gone through all this trouble to find some missing children?
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