The Chronicles of Voska

Chapter 1

Shadowday, 16 Aenterki 41 NM The last thing that I remember before awaking in this place was being burned alive by followers of Tal. The Church, one of the most powerful and dominant organizations of my time, had always hated magic and those who wielded it. They fear what they don’t understand, and hate what they can’t conquer. My student and I were arrested and tried on charges of using magic.
Magic, the natural essence of all living things is a crime to use. Yet the Church, in its unyielding wisdom, uses magic to perform their so-called miracles. In the courtroom where they held the trial, my student was able to create a diversion and escape. My only hope is that whatever world he is in, he is alive and prospering. For myself, after my sight failed me on the stake amidst the flames of hypocrisy, I awoke here, in a village square. I had only retained some of the most basic of my magic knowledge, and I had but rags for clothes.
How I came to be in this world and inhabit this strange Elven body, I do not know. I must find a way back to my world, to avenge my death on the Church and their followers! But alas, I do not even know if my world still exists, or even what time I am in. For all I know, I could be in my world and yet not be in my world.
I could be hundreds, even thousands of years in the past. The more I think about this, the more I believe it to be true. The name of the village I am in, Cabeiri, looks familiar. I believe I have come across it in a few of my readings in my former life. From what I remember, the town was destroyed during a war of the gods and goblins began to raid the town. The sun is failing, and I must now put down my pen. Let this journal be a testament to my travels and journeys in this world and this time. If I should die, let this journal be a guidepoint for those that follow in my footsteps. Voska

Chapter 2

Lockday, 17 Aenterki 41 NM Today, after exploring the village of Cabeiri, I learned that indeed this was a once proud city that was destroyed by a cataclysm of the gods. I found a piece of charred paper in the ruins of a building long burned down. This is what the paper said: Fire and lighting shot down from the skies, and the seas boiled and the world shook. Nowhere was it safe to hide, but we ran and took shelter in the caves just west of Praxis. For seven days the gods were angry. At the end of the seventh day we came out and found our city in shambles. Very few survived and those that did found it hard to find food and clean water. Fortunatly for us, a few of the gods took pity on us and helped us rebuild our town. From the ruins of Praxis came the new city Cabeiri rebuilt by those both god and mortal… The rest of the paper is burned away.
I do not know if the practice of magic is accepted, encouraged, or outlawed. I will try to keep my magical talents under cover until I learn of how society views magic. However, I do see many people proudly exhibiting spells and other magical talents and no one seems to take offense to that. I still retain only the most basic spells I learned in my former life, and nothing that will help my now in this life. I will have to find a sanctuary in which to study and relearn much of the magical arts. Voska

Chapter 3

Shadowday, 1 Kepki 41 NM It has been 3 days since I last made an entry into my journal. I wish I could say that I have spent that time wisely, but alas, that is not so. I have been exploring the village of Cabeiri, and in the 3 days since my last entry, I have not yet found a sanctuary for which to reclaim my lost magical knowledge. I have also made yet another discovery of what magical talents that I still have. My missile spell, one of my most powerful spells in my former life, is next to worthless here.
I was exploring the graveyard that lies to the east and slightly north of Cabeiri when I encountered some sort of hellish ghoul. Fearing that he would attack me and rob me of my soul, as ghouls were known to do in my former life, I brought the battle to him. After five minutes of a vicious melee, I searched my mental house of spells only to find that my house of spells was empty except for missile. Remembering the ferocious beasts that I had defeated before with that spell, I cast it at the ghoul. The ghoul just shrugged it off.
Realizing the peril of the situation, I fled immediately from the graveyard and back into town. Pondering the encounter in the graveyard, I set forth to determine the exact power of my missile spell. Surely the ghoul couldn’t be that powerful as to deflect my most powerful of spells? I headed to the beach south of town, and then I followed the beach east until I came to a balloon landing. A short ways north of the balloon landing was a large house.
I walked up to the house, and in the yard in front of it, I found a small squirrel. Knowing very well that the squirrel could not possible deflect my missile spell, I cast it again at him. The spell did not seem to affect the squirrel one bit! Finding a sanctuary to relearn all that I forgotten has just become much more critical if I am to survive in this world, a world in which powerful magic has no effect on even the simplest of creatures. Voska