Entry 48 (13 Nightal, 1358DR): What In Nahal!?!?
Now that The Weave is restored and some sense of normalcy has settled in, I felt it important to smooth out some of the wrinkles I made along the way. First most being Theodore, where the last time we saw each other the turn of events was…unfortunate. I hoped that the ends might justify the means in his eyes, and I prayed he’d no longer ban me from his church for my fervor in finding Our Lady in Her greatest time of need.
Gwynn spoke in my behalf and he agreed to an audience, where I offered in my defense that my occupation requires me to persist after failure, and though that is a trait that can occasionally be….annoying, it has also aided me in what small part I played in restoring the Weave. For that I beseeched he view his sacrifice and pain a small price to pay for fulfilling that noble quest. Fortunately, in the time after our parting, he came to realize that the chaotic side-effects of the spells I had cast were not intentional, nor were they isolated incidents, but were due to the current state of the Weave. He revoked my ban on the Temple of Mystra.
Nonetheless, in good faith I offered the church my Controlling the Chaos book for its library—my compendium for shaping raw magical energy. Though his experience suggests otherwise, I told him these skills, when mastered, can be very beneficial, and it is my belief that there will be others who will be drawn to the great power and flexibility of wild magic.
Little did I expect that that possibility would soon become a reality—but one more alternate than I had ever imagined! As I was walking past the church, I heard an older man with a queer accent speaking to Theodore about my book. “Interesting, interesting!” he mumbled as he leafed through its pages. “Sir, can you tell me, is there a bibliography for this book? My name is in it, but I can’t find a bibliography.”
I rushed into the temple, knowing there was only one man’s name prominently mentioned in my book! I arrived only in time to watch him flee with what suspiciously looked like a quickened-Nahal’s-teleport. Could it possibly have been…?
I must put this here in my AR journal, since no one else is likely to believe what I heard and saw. You would think after meeting Mystra herself in person I would be immune to an impossible happenstance such as this. But I can’t help but shake in anticipation of the slightest possibility of one day meeting Nahal face-to-face. My comrades catch my smirkful expressions, and eye me quizzically as I fantasize about what havoc the two of us could wreak together!
And I can’t help but wonder…do I cast Nahal’s more than Nahal does?