Entry One
Chosen. Prodigy. Servant...
To live is easy. To serve is hard. To live in servitude is to carry a mountain for the rest of my days.
I have won The Calling. It is still with some bitter amount of pride I recall how easy it was. Not many of the entrants could hold the link for long. Only myself and two others could hold it indefinitely. And when The Combat began, it was obvious I was the only one who had trained my body as well as my soul.
Odd then, to think that as the winner I was not only stripped of my family and inheritance, but also my name and my first Eidolon as well. My name.. my future.. everything stripped from me so that I might learn to serve HIM. The Ancestor. The shining paragon of our village that had ascended into a celestial order that ensured we would never be without him. The Ancestor that I will serve and train under until I am strong enough. And when that day comes, he will claim my body as his own and I will cease to be.
And of course, I do this thing for my people. To die...or to live.. is irrelevant. My duty is a mountain and I must carry it with me until I carry nothing more.
Entry 2 - The Slavers in Absolam
Today I killed my first men. Always before it's been monsters.. never before living breathing men.
We were asked by our Venture Captain to investigate a missing noblewoman, who apparently was caught up by accident in this cities abominable slave trade.
Our investigations brought us to a tavern brawl where a man tried to kill one of my companions. I summoned a noble eagle from the heavens, and it tore out a mans throat. I was strangely not bothered. A man stooped so low as to attack others with the intent of murder is no better than a wild beast.
We found the woman on a slave galley guarded by a Gnollish captain. We dispatched the monster in self defense, then freed the slaves on board as the merchant who owned them had died, killed when he attacked us like a fool.
Entry 3 - Hostile Waters
I have been called back home to the far east. I am to serve as a liason as we seek an enchanted tress from a mystic monk. We seek his relatives so that they may summon it for us.
On the way we were ambushed by raiders and pirates. Again I slew men instead of beasts. All foes perished, and we continued.
Entry 4 - Defense of Nesting Swallow
The village of Nesting Swallow holds the ancestor we seek! After stopping a murderous flogging of a slave, we incurred the wrath of local bandit kings. With no choice but to call the civilians to arms, we trained the local populace in the arts of war.
As the last bandit died, a Tengu who followed his own code of honor, we were awarded with our prize!
