Zira Townsend's Journal - a DnD story

by slvrbird5

Zira an aasimar and Grave Cleric of Kelemvor expected to devote herself to helping her community grieve the loss of their loved ones. But Kelemvor and her Deva, Marat, have other plans. Undead roam the land and Kelemvorites consider them an abomination to be destroyed. Zira must heed the call. And she'll need companions to help her rid the land of these monstrosities.

9. Ches 28

Updated 1/16/24

28th of Ches

It seems I may have had too much fun last night. I woke up feeling like my head was going to explode. To make matters worse, Wilavor had us up and out early again this morning. Thankfully tonight will be our last night on the road, and tomorrow evening we will be in Thornhold. But no matter how many times I reminded myself of that, it didn't make pushing myself through packing the camp any easier.

And why did the sun have to be so bright today?

By late afternoon, the sun's brightness eventually began to fade some, and I could finally hear something other than the pounding in my head. I'm so thankful that today was a dull day on the road. We made camp, everyone following the same routines, and I have never been so relieved to be done for the day. I joined Val and his friends for dinner again, but I didn't stay with them late. I wanted to get to bed and prayed that tomorrow I would feel better.

I miss home, Envon, and my room in the church. What was I thinking? I don't really know Val, my feelings for him are just because of Marat. I'm so alone out here.

I have never doubted Marat. Until tonight. Sitting here all alone, writing in a stranger's tent. I can feel the tears ready to spill. And I have a feeling I'll be crying myself to sleep tonight.

Z