Tirdas, 28th day of Last Seed 3E 418
I didn't have any tasks today but, when I was walking out in The Great Forest I saw a deer and it was a beautiful sight. Even when practicing necromancy, is it possible to enjoy the living in general?
Fredas, 31st day of Last Seed 3E 418
Today Master revealed his name to me. His name is Mannimarco. I somehow vaguely remember that name, but from where?
Tirdas, 4th of Heart Fire 3E 418
Every time I summon an undead creature there's always this surge that moves through my body. When the weaker undead are summoned or when I reanimate, it feels pretty nice. Today I summoned a wraith. When the summoning of stronger undead, it begins to hurt little by little, but I try not to show the pain when Master Mannimarco is watching.
Middas, 5th of Heart Fire 3E 418
Master Mannimarco is astonished that I have advanced so quickly. I'm fifteen years old and I've been with him a little over a month. He also says, "In order to advance from an expert to an adept, you need to kill a person, trap their soul in the process, reanimate it and create another undead thrall." Even though I see dead people, reanimate, and steal corpses, I don't feel as if I can actually kill anything. It's weird because I'm basically training for these kinds of things. Taking the life of something else while living doesn't feel like it's in my nature.
Turdas, 6th of Heart Fire 3E 418
The lair was attacked by the Mages Guild when Master Mannimarco was away. Four battle mages raided the cave. However, none survived because...I killed them. They must have been excellent wizards because when they came storming in, they were casting these unusual spells made of a golden light that seemed to explode and set the undead minions on fire. I was hiding and scared for my life. When one of them saw me I think he tried to say, "We're here to help you." and that was when I panicked. I blasted his face off with my fire spell in the middle of his sentence. The three others came running ready to avenge their fallen.
I used the necromancy practices master has taught me and summoned a wraith to distract them. It stung, not with pain, but anger. The wraith was struck down almost in an instant and they neared. Reek came running in and knocked one of the three mages down leaving two for me to handle. The one in blue robes swung his silver sword and missed. When this happened, I somehow threw a paralyze spell at him and he just fell over. Then the other one approached brandishing his sword. He got three good painful hits on me striking my leg, arm, and the left side of my torso. That's when my master skills seemed to kick in. I shoved him back with great strength pushing him over. As he got up I used my two hands and created this, bigger than before, fireball and it hit him in the chest. The explosion threw me back hard into the cave's wall. I stood up and saw Reek and the ground partially on fire with the charred corpse of the mage I just hit.
The last mage that was attacked by Reek, laid on the ground dying. As I walked up to him he looked at me with great terror and tried to crawl away for his life with whatever strength he had left. I picked up a silver sword from one of the dead mages, cast soul trap, and struck the final blow. I could see the essence of life drain from him as he laid there. Looking over, the mage I had parlayed was back into normal condition. We stood there and stared at each other dead in the eyes. He walked out of the cave with a mutual agreement between the two of us that the battle was over. I hate to admit, but after all this happened, I cried little. Not just because I killed these people, but because I am alive.
As I sit here writing in my journal I can't help but look at the man, dead at my feet, who tried to flee out of terror from me.
Fredas, 7th of Heart Fire 3E 418
I woke up this morning to see Master Mannimarco, sitting at a slight distance, watching me. I sat up and my back and wounds started to ache. He asked me, "What happened Lantrius? Who killed those mages? What happened to the lair, overall?" I gave him all the details except the parts about how I felt afterwards. He had this look on his face. It looked like he was proud. I asked him if I was ready to become a master necromancer. "Not yet. In time." he said. But this time his voice was different. He seemed a little...scared. I was mad. With everything I had done to the mages, the magic and rituals I had performed, my loyalty to him, I had earned nothing.
Middas, 12th of Heart Fire 3E 418
Dread zombies. The most vile undead that I know of. I summoned one about an hour ago and it smelled awful. One of the worst things about them is the green vapor that protrudes from it. I have to be more careful if I'm to summon this undead. Master Mannimarco said that if I'm not careful enough I might catch one of the diseases it might carry. Damn zombies. Tomorrow I'm getting my staff. Then I will be an adept.
Turdas, 13th of Heart Fire
Something is going on. He brought me four staves and said," See what they do, choose one, and dispose of the rest." I'm starting to think he is becoming afraid of my power and doesn't want me to challenge his. Anyway, I chose all of them. They all look extraordinary and I can't choose one. Somehow I'll have to hide them from him.