Further exploration into the enigmatic potions, meticulously examined and identified by Raymen, exposed their purpose as a potent catalyst for magical augmentation. With their aid, even fledgling spellcasters could channel the energies of seventh-level spells, a notion both awe-inspiring and deeply concerning.
Driven by a need to intercept the delivery as soon as possible, I recklessly harnessed the power of the wish powder in conjunction with my locate object spell. Through this unorthodox fusion of arcane forces, I managed to discern the precise whereabouts of the imminent shipment. Time was of the essence, and with urgency gripping our hearts, we embarked on a perilous journey, venturing one hour north in a desperate bid to intercept the impending delivery.
A crescendo of magical prowess united our party, culminating in an audacious maneuver that compelled the ship to run aground. Employing the spell Levitate, we propelled a mighty tree, defying gravity itself, to crash into the vessel at incredibly high speed. The ensuing chaos granted us an opportunity to board the ship, save for Raymen, who kept watch across the river.
Engulfed in a chaotic maelstrom of conflict, we valiantly fought against the sailors, yet soon discovered that our adversaries extended far beyond our initial estimations. Imperial Beccian officers clad in formidable plate armor emerged from below deck, their presence instilling a paralyzing fear within me. Witnessing their prowess firsthand in my childhood, I resorted to the arcane boosting potion, wielding it as a tenuous leverage to demand surrender from one of the officers. However, before any resolution could manifest, the other officer unleashed a swift, merciless strike, felling Kal in a devastating blow. I knew how this story would unfold if we stayed and fought, my parents had told me one too many times.
Horror gripped my very being, fueling a desperate surge of arcane energy. With the last vestiges of power at my disposal, I tore open an otherworldly portal to the realm of my patron deity, invoking the favor she had pledged to me. I refused to witness the loss of another ally, their lives shattered by my own brashness.
And now, here we reside, within the ethereal dominion of fate. Kal’s life, mercifully, remains stable for the time being. The weight of uncertainty hangs heavy in the air, as we find ourselves ensconced within the presence of a deity. The path ahead remains obscured, shrouded in foreboding and apprehension. I brace myself for the unknown, fearing the specter of impending calamity that threatens to engulf us all.
– – END LOG
