Journal Entry from the Dahn
Bild 20, 307AF
I sent my students out to collect mushrooms through the door that we left behind in the Torac near home. They think the task is punishment for that itching spell they cast on my clothes, and my bed, and my staff—that was impressive, I will not lie—but the real punishment is that I revoked their access to the Dahn. Temporarily of course. It wouldn’t do to banish them, but a few days roughing it in the caves will give them a renewed appreciation for their vaunted positions as my students.
It will also give me time to learn to replicate their spell and cast it on all of their belongings.
It's good though that they are gone. We are running low on real food. The Torac in this region is unnavigable, whatever killed our dwarven cousins here destroyed their cave systems. Yesterday Hisan tried to feed me something foul called “lettuce.”
Bild 21, 307AF
I figured out that itching spell much faster than I thought. My students had created a spellform of the construct so they could share the spell. I’m even more impressed, this spellform art is new, and I only recently picked it up myself. The work felt like Napsen’s. She is probably ready to be elevated to a full Tiach.
Well, anyway, I cast their itch spell on all of their crap. It will take them ages to dispel it all with their meager Will capacities.
I will let them back in tomorrow. The downside of them being gone is that I must perform the surveys of the surrounding regions myself.
Bild 22, 307AF
Something happened to the apprentices, they were not outside the door when I checked for them today.
I think I found it.
I should wait, but I think I found it. No, I know I found it. The Primordial detection spell finally gave me a direction, which means it's close.
I should stay, and wait for them to return.
I could leave a note. I can’t return their access without their presence, but neither can I leave the door open.
I left a note, and all the lettuce. I’ll be back in a day, two tops. No more than three. The Primodial is close, I need to at least confirm my findings.
I’m off to rediscover Time.
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