Figuring Out the Little Beastie and a Journal

Well, it’s been a pretty wild week around heah aftah I swallowed that Ultros Symbiote. We’re still gettin acquainted and I’m still gettin usta having a girl symbiote inside me growing up and all that. I’ve been mindin me manners a bit more than usual, but trying to live life as normally as possible under the circumstances.

Now me brothah Dolgrim got this bright idea that we needed to wake-up the little beastie inside me and see what it does. He offered to use his smallest Fireball on me to see what happens. I looked ‘et him like he had three heads and no sense. Fireballing me ain’t fun, I’ve stood there before and let ‘im do it, when we was younger, just say I done it, but aftahwards had to head to the Academy Infirmary, where I seem to be on a first name basis with all the staff there thanks to brother dearest’s grand ideas.

Then I got ta thinking about it…I do need to know what the little beastie is gonna do when I get hit or get magicked on, so it’d be better ta find out now instead of in the middle of a mess someplace. So, me and Dolgrim headed off to one of the spell trainin chambers, on the way there I could feel a bit of tenseness from her, but she didn’t act too worried since this was simply a test run and we'd planned it all out. It seems that she sees, hears and feels everything that I do, which is gonna take some gettin used to.

Though I tensed up a bit as he blasted away at me with a itty bitty Fireball, even then small one hurt a bit. I felt her laugh and telepathically heard “That tickled.” Well that’s good to know, I weren't thinking it tickled. Then me idiot brother came over and whacked me over the head with his staff. 

That didn’t go over so good and suddenly he found hisself flying about 30 feet through the air into the rock wall and he just kinda slid down it and slumped over when he landed hard on the floor. Damn, I thought we'd kilt me brother, but in about a minute he stirred and grumbled he was fine after I slapped ‘im a few times in the face. Though he was rather groggy and needed me help to get ‘im standing up. At that point he looked at me proudly though his eyes were still kinda spinning, “I think we woke the little lady up and I’ll think twice before I go ahead whack you on the head like that again.”

Ahhhh brotherly love, ain’t it great, he’ll think afore he whacks me in the head next time. 

I felt a tickle and some laughter from inside me.

At that point we decided that we needed to head over to the Infirmary and get patched up a bit, before heading to our homes. We might be brothers and all, but I ain’t living in the same house as him and his stinking Wizard experiments he has going all the time. They just ain’t natural.

When we got to the Infirmary, we had our usual amount of stares and pointing fingers at what we’d done this time. The staff usually laughs and cringes a bit - all at once when we walk through the door. Though this time they saw the amount of damage was minor compared to the last time and relaxed a bit. At least when we come in it challenges them a bit and it ain’t for a little bandaid or cut finger.

Dolgrim was still staggering around like a drunken sailor, so we laid him down on the healing bed first. I just had some burnt spots where me beard and face got a good part of that "little" Fireball. Nothing, serious, the beard will grow back and they’ll take care of the burns, which were beginning to bother a little now that I could see them in the mirror and I knew me brother was gettin taken care of. 

Yeah, nothing serious, just another day hangin around me brother. But, I did learn that the little beastie inside me has a sense of humor and didn’t like it when people beat on me head. So, it was worth the trouble we went through.

As they were lookin after Dolgrim suddenly the little beastie inside me changed from the rosy disposition she’d had, to bein very sad and upset. She figured out a way to let me know that two of her kind had been killed and I felt a disturbance in the weave that I hadn’t felt before. Something had woken that needn’t be around. They finished fixin up Dolgrim and I told him what had just happened. 

We both kind of looked at one another and knew that something bad was up and perhaps we needed to prepare ourselves for some trouble ahead.

Suddenly, two adventurers and a bunch of Academy security people were carrying in a big old Minotaur, with a hole in his stomach that weren’t doing him much good showed up at the door. We got out of the way and let staff get him healed up afore he leaked out all over the infirmary. They’re really good at patchin people up, even though the young healer has gotten a bit jaded over the past year since she arrived. Me thinks she’s seen a bit too much too quick and hangin around that old quack Doc, we got here.

As we were walking towards the front to sign our names to the log, a journal appears hanging in the air in front of me. A disembodied voice says, “Galnir, you are now the keeper of Lirael’s journal, I’ve made some changes and you can add entries to it by thinking them into the pages when you are short on time. It’s very important to keep your adventures current.” It drops into me hands and somehow I don’t drop it on the floor.

I had heard the name Lirael bantered about the Academy over the past few weeks and through the Academy rumor mill, so I knew that the Headmaster and Professor Yaran Cirths who was later disclosed to be the legendary Thornandir Garland were very interested in something big goin on that he was involved in. Him and fellas named Landriss and Varrin. I took the journal and sat down aside Dolgrim who was still tired from meetin that wall so hard. He just looked at me and said “Ain’t ya gonna open it and read it?” He peeks over at it as I open the book up, though readin things seemed a bit much fer him right then. He was still a bit pale around the edges.

The symbiote inside me gets very agitated when I open the book and lets me know that whoever or whatever it is that is giving me this journal is what killed her kin. I ask her if she knows who it is, she doesn’t, but she does have the magical scent of whatever or whoever it was and will share it with the Ultros to see if it knows what or who killed them.

We can communicate, though it’s limited to more feelin and gestures than true words at this point, I just put them into words that mean somethin to me in this here journal. But it was clear that she sure weren’t happy with whoever gave it ta me. I know I wouldn’t be either if me kin were just killed. I have a feelin that the book will provide some answers as well. If I know much about a journal, it's usually better to start at the back of the book and work me way to the front. That way you know what’s happened lately.

I heard them working on the Minotaur and watched as its companions stood around figurin out what happened to them.

Then we started to read the journal. Immediately we realized that the last entry was talking about the three adventurers in the other room and they were in a world o’trouble.

At that point me brother and me looked at one another nodded, and went over ta introduce ourselves.